#Harry Wells fanfiction

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A Discovery of Harry & Matthew (Harry Wells x Fem!OC x Matthew Clairmont, Chapter 13/13)

Rating: M (smut in final chapter)

Summary: When Laurie accompanies her boss, Harrison Wells, to confer with Oxford biochemist, Matthew Clairmont, over a potential scientific partnership, her world is turned upside down. Not only is she caught between her feelings for these awe-inspiring scientists, but she must wrestle with the reality of Creatures and her own self-discovery.

A/N: Well, it’s the final chapter! On behalf of my co-author @/centralcitymetapocalypse, we would like to say thank you to those who read this fun little crossover. We hope you enjoyed it! As for this last chapter, neither of us has reread it, probably not since we wrote it(?), so please forgive us if it’s “unpolished”.

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~ Laurie ~

Once we had arrived at the Old Lodge—Matthew’s home in Woodstock—my vampiric prince refused to let me do anything until I’d had a calming, hot bath which he’d immediately set out to do up for me.

His hard, insistent stare made it difficult for me to refuse. Plus, it sounded pretty good right about now.

And really, it proved to be very relaxing, letting the steaming water loosen my tight and stressed muscles. At first, I wondered whether Harry and Matthew would kill each other as I bathed to my heart’s content down below in the Old Lodge. But I let out a sigh and figured if they knew what was good for them, they’d behave themselves for my sake. So, after I finished my lovely and much-needed bath, I threw on one of my nicer blue tops I’d packed, a pair of jeans with a cardigan, and made my way down the staircase.

As it turned out, the two scientists sat across from one another in Matthew’s parlour engrossed in a game of chess. Harry rubbed his face with his hand before making his next move.

“My dear!” Matthew spotted me as I stepped into the room, both him and Harry standing up. “How do you feel?”

“Very refreshed, thank you.”

“How about hungry?”

“I could eat, yes.”

“Come, then.”

Harry came up to me and took my hand gently, as we followed Matthew into the dining room. “You look beautiful,” he whispered as we walked. I’m sure I blushed and thanked him in the most awkward sounding way.

Dinner progressed nicely, Harry and myself with our delicious (fully cooked) meals, and Matthew with his, well, cooked (or rather uncooked) to his liking. We chatted about our respective works, and I sensed an air of ease between all of us as if this was a common occurrence.

It kind of weirded me out, but I pushed past it.

“Another glass of wine, my dear?” Matthew asked me. I offered him my glass.

“Yes, please.” And then I was surprised to hear what the vampire said next.

“More, Harrison?”

“Thanks.”

Am I in a whole other dimension? Since when did these two get along? There wasn’t a single tone of animosity or disgust hidden anywhere in their voices.

Harry turned to me. “Laurie, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am, it’s just... when did you two learn how to co-exist without so much as a death glare and disdain in your words?”

“Ah, we came to an agreement while you were upstairs,” Matthew explained, “We both care for you profoundly, so we decided to try to act like gentlemen for your sake.”

I must have seemed impressed at the news because yet another astonishing thing happened - Matthew and Harry shared an amused look!

“Well, I appreciate it, you two,” I said, “thank you.”

Harry reached to hold my hand for a moment, and squeezed it. “Anything for you.”

I smiled brightly at him, feeling grateful. I’d known Harry for the longest time, and I knew this kind of thing was hard for him.

“So, Matthew,” I began, still holding Harry’s hand, “why was it you desperately needed to whisk me off? To tell me something?”

Matthew wore an apprehensive face. I assumed it had to do with the fact that he had no idea how I would react to whatever information he had to tell me. He probably wouldn’t like me to blow a tornado through his lovely home.

“Right, yes, well first I think it would be best if you begin to explain your situation we’ve been analysing to Harrison. After all, it’s not my place to disclose such information.”

I took a sip of wine and turned to my boss.

“We’ve found out that I have… powers,” I started. Harry’s eyes widened with surprise.

“You’re a metahuman?” he wondered aloud.

“Not exactly. Matthew took a sample of my blood and it turns out… I’m a witch, Harry.”

“A witch?”

“Mmhm,” I confirmed with a nod before glancing at Matthew. He gave me an encouraging smile to continue. “It’s passed down through blood, so one of my parents was a witch as well, and I got their magic. I can do things, things I can’t control, like the tornado earlier and I smashed some glass beakers just by closing my fist when Matthew first told me.”

“Laurie, that’s… that’s phenomenal,” Harry stuttered at the information. While we had shared experiences with witnessing and believing in the impossible, we had never come across magic or witches in Central City, let alone vampires. This news only widened our spectrum of what was possible.

“There’s something else,” Matthew added, eyeing me from over his wine glass. Both my and Harry’s gazes spun to his.

“There is?” I asked, eyebrows raised. What more could there possibly be? He’d already turned my world around, what else was there to say? Matthew put down his glass and covered my free hand with his.

“Miriam and I did another genetic test on your latest sample of blood and the results came back different this time…” He paused slightly, but not long enough for me to formulate any words in question. “At first, I thought I was looking at the wrong results. They were completely different from anything I’d ever seen before, but it seems to be that you’re half witch, but you’re also half daemon.”

I just stared at him, not quite sure what this information meant for me. How much did this change things?

“How often does that happen?” Harry asked, gently rubbing his fingers on my hand to soothe me.

“Never,” Matthew replied definitively. “I’m quite certain that Laurie is one of a kind, in the whole of history.”

I thought I needed more wine to continue with this discussion. I smiled sheepishly and held out my glass to Matthew.

“Would you mind?”

~

The rest of the evening was lovely after our chat about the surprising other half of myself. We all had retired to Matthew’s salon where Harry browsed the biochemist’s vast collection of literature, and I sat on the sofa, zoned out and pondering my abilities and the meaning of my life.

Please don’t have an existential crisis in the home of a vampire, I begged myself. Matthew flicked past a series of vinyl records near the record player on his desk. A smooth and calming melody played through the speakers.

Matthew walked over and held out his hand to me where I sat.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

I glanced over at Harry, who was thumbing through one of Matthew’s books from his vast bookshelf. He didn’t exactly look bothered by the offer, which again was unsettlingly different from what I was used to. And it must have been the amount of wine coursing through me because I was not normally fond of dancing. I was always afraid I’d make a fool of myself, so I generally tried my best to stay away from dancing altogether. But I lent Matthew my hand and he pulled me to my feet.

He brought me close, his hand resting on the small of my back as mine went to his upper arm. He smiled softly and began to sway to the tune of the music, leading me in our dance. He made me twirl and spin back into his arms, all trying to get me to forget what I’d learnt this evening and just try to have a little fun with him.

I heard Harry shut his book amidst all the twirls and spins. He came a little closer to watch us dance, or maybe just me. I think I saw him smiling.

I was giggling in Matthew’s arms as we spun on the spot before he used one arm to spin me out from his chest again, but this time let go, and my momentum carried me into Harry’s waiting hold. I stared up at him, momentarily confused by the change in position and the way he looked at me was unlike anything else I’d ever known. He brushed his hand over my cheek and I leant into his touch, momentarily forgetting that Matthew was also in the room. Though my skin erupted into goosebumps, it suddenly felt quite a lot warmer around me, but I thought that that had more to do with Harry than anything else.

Whether it was the wine or just something inside me that said ‘screw it,’ I didn’t know, but I found myself leaning up on my toes and pressing my lips to his.

It was electric the moment we connected. Harry’s hands on me were firm and wandering, while his lips mimicked the same. My head spun with a dizzying desire, and I’m not sure I had the ability to control myself anymore.

I felt an icy presence behind me, and it gave me the most intense sensation as it mixed with the heat of Harry kissing me like he never had before.

Then I felt a second pair of lips on the back of my neck.

Matthew’s hand settled on my hip as his whole body pressed against me as he trailed his inhumanly cold lips over my skin, paying particular attention to the side of my neck, where I felt his teeth graze against me. I let out a short gasp into Harry’s mouth, who just held me close against his chest. I wound one hand into his hair as the other covered Matthew’s at my side. I couldn’t work out if I was in some sort of incredible dream.

When Harry and I pulled away a fraction, I was panting, and looking up into Harry’s lustful gaze only made it worse. Matthew was still peppering kisses to my skin, but when I turned my head, he stopped and looked at me. Our noses brushed against each other for a second before I found an angle where I could meet his lips.

Every part of my body tingled and quaked from their touch, and I could not for the life of me differentiate the feeling between magic and lust. It felt so powerful. I could have sworn it was both.

Matthew’s mouth met and left mine repeatedly, each time getting a little rougher and fiercer. I felt Harry squeeze my hand from behind me. I broke our breathtaking kiss for a moment to look back at my boss, then to Matthew again, whose eyes were extra round and as black as night.

I chewed on my lip for a second, before deciding to take the lead. I took both their hands in mine and began to back up out of the room, leading them up the stairs and towards the bedroom I’d used to change in after my bath. There was no way I could reel in the emotions currently flowing through me. I needed them both to help satisfy the feelings I had, and this fire within me that they’d collectively helped to ignite. I needed so much more.

I stopped at the foot of the bed in the room and faced the two scientists standing side by side. They were waiting - waiting for me to make the next move to hurtle us all into something so undiscovered…

“I need you both,” I said, looking them each in the eye, “equally and urgently, or else I feel like I’m going to burst-” my voice faltered at the end of my sentence. Harry and Matthew moved to stand on either side of me, each retaking my hands.

“Anything for you,” Harry said thickly.

“Tell us what you need,” Matthew purred.

“I need you to make love to me,” I said, utterly breathless as I glanced at each of them.

“That we can do, Princess,” Harry replied, his voice low and it sent a shiver right through me.

Matthew gave me a darkened look as his hand ran over my waist before, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from my sight, but I felt his hands as he pulled the cardigan off of my shoulders from behind and threw it onto the floor. Although the old house had been a little on the chilly side, I certainly didn’t need the extra layers now.

Harry took my face in his hands again before he kissed me long and hard, nibbling on my lip just to hear me squeak in surprise. I felt the chuckle radiate through his chest where my hands were pressed against it.

I started to remove my top and Matthew took it from me once it was over my head, tossing it without looking where it might end up. Harry then walked me slowly backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress behind me. I sat down, and both men helped me to rest comfortably against the pillows with hungry eyes.

Harry crawled up beside me on the right, and my hands immediately went under the fabric of his black sweater, running my hands over the muscles of his stomach like I’d been wishing to do since the first night we’d arrived in England and I’d gotten a glimpse of him shirtless. He seemed to understand my hint and pulled the item over his head before his lips went to my chest, placing passionate kisses in between my breasts.

Matthew, meanwhile, had positioned himself to my left and leant in to kiss my already swollen lips. On their own accord, my fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt, and he shrugged it off without once breaking our kiss.

When our lips parted, the vampire slinked down to undo my jeans while maintaining that heady eye contact. Harry, in this moment, had moved to where Matthew once was and kissed up my neck to eventually meet my lips. The biochemist’s long and slender fingers danced along the hem of the denim. The way they popped the button and undid the zipper felt as if I was suspended in time. With a quick and forceful tug, they were off, and I gasped into Harry’s mouth.

Matthew’s hands ran over my waist to hold my hips, his cold skin like ice compared to how warm I now was. It sent shivers running all over me.

I felt him nuzzle his nose into the last remaining piece of fabric between my legs before placing a kiss there. The feeling currently running through me was indescribable. I just knew I needed him not to stop.

Harry’s lips left mine with a smack, which caused me to open my eyes and watch as his hand trailed down my side where it reached the edge of my panties, and together with Matthew, they both pulled them down my legs, where the item was thrown from the bed. I let out another little gasp that turned into a half moan at just the thought of what was to come.

At last, I felt the kiss of Matthew’s cool lips between my legs. I sighed and let my head fall back against one of the pillows, tossing and turning as I felt the pleasure of each kiss gradually grow longer.

“Yes…” I breathed.

Harry began to kiss me again, running a hand up my body to caress my breast. It’s as if he was making up for lost time, now that I knew he had harboured the same feelings I had. I never wanted him to stop either.

One of my hands ran up Harry’s arm and gripped his bicep while the other clutched the end of the pillow where I repeatedly dug my nails into it when I felt Matthew’s tongue swirl around my clit. I moaned into the kiss, pushing my hips up to try to get closer to Matthew, but his hands pushed me firmly back against the mattress.

Harry’s lips left mine, allowing me to look into his eyes which had turned more black than blue now. He licked his lips and then whispered in the sexiest growl I’d ever heard, “How about we hear you, Baby?”

A noise escaped me just due to the combination of Harry’s words and the magnificent things Matthew was doing between my thighs. The physicist kissed down the column of my throat before nipping at my collarbone and then sucking a mark there.

My series of whines had grown beneath my panting. “More,” I begged, though I’m not sure to which man. Either way, they both responded to my need. When Matthew’s talented mouth stopped its swirling motions, I almost made a cry, but instead he made a low rumbling sound in his throat - so animal-like - and pressed himself deeper into me and began to suck at my clit.

“Matthew,” I moaned, followed by a curse and accidentally grabbed Harry’s hair a little too hard as he marked my skin. He stared at me briefly, and I was about to apologise, but I had supposedly flipped another switch inside him. With an expert twist of his fingers, Harry undid my front-clasped bra, proceeding to bury his face into my chest.

“Harry…”

It was almost too much. I’d never felt anything this intensely before, and I wondered briefly if my newly found magic could be amplifying the sensations these two wonderful men were providing. And if it was, I couldn’t have been more grateful to have discovered this part of myself.

I could feel the tightness begin to coil within me, and I arched my back with a mewl that let them both know how close I was getting.

Harry was biting and sucking every inch of my skin that he could get to as my fingers continued to tug on his hair, now that I knew he liked that, whilst Matthew was incessant in his pursuit of giving me everything I wanted and needed.

I knew I wouldn’t hold on much longer.

My voice faltered as my breathing became all the more difficult to control. The relentless flick of Matthew’s tongue at my wet heat, Harry’s mouth creating his final mark of delicious pain and pleasure… that’s when it happened.

My eyes squeezed shut, then opened wide. Harry, Matthew, Matthew, Harry. They consumed me, and I happily lost myself to them with their names and various profanities on my tongue. I felt the heat rise from my skin and the dimmed room grew in brightness.

I stared up at the ceiling, still letting the waves of pleasure wash throughout my entire body. I’d never known a feeling this intense before.

Matthew licked me clean and he placed one last lingering kiss to my folds before pulling back to study me. Harry pressed his lips over the sore patches he’d left as I tried to control my breathing, running a hand through my hair.

It took me a few moments to come back from the blissful place I’d been taken to, but when I finally looked in front of me to see Harry and Matthew, I saw that my whole body was glowing. Brighter than it ever had before.

Matthew was peering up at me from between my legs, and Harry from my side, awe present in both of their expressions.

“Incredible…” Matthew breathed, crawling up the bed to take my hand when the light I was emitting began to dull again. He kissed the back of my hand and then up my arm just to see the light intensify again.

“Remarkable,” Harry noted with twinkling eyes, and I wondered if it was the reflection of my light in them. He interlocked our fingers and brought them up to his mouth to kiss. Harry shifted next to me, and I felt him hard against my side.

“Oh, Harry…” I went to touch him, and he shuddered at the contact. I immediately began to undo his belt and zipper when his hand covered mine again.

“You don’t need-”

“-Stop.” I interrupted him. If Harry thought I wasn’t going to repay the favour and leave both him and Matthew in this state, he was wildly mistaken. “I want to do this for you.” I ran my palm over the bulge in his boxers and watched him swallow quickly. Then I turned to face Matthew, still with my hand down Harry’s pants.

“What can I do for you, Matthew?” My voice came out low and sultry and very unfamiliar to me. I think both men were surprised to hear it too. Matthew leaned in close to me.

“I am willing to take as much or as little as you want to give me,” he practically purred in my ear before kissing me repeatedly. I could still taste myself on him.

I pulled away and glanced at Matthew and then Harry, deciding how best to repay them. Chewing on my lip, I took my hand away from Harry and undressed Matthew as much as I had Harry, so that only their underwear was left in my way.

They were both watching me so intently, though I didn’t feel in any way uncomfortable under their gazes, even if I was naked in front of them. My glow was brightening again as I unveiled both of them from their boxers, and my head felt like it was spinning.

I had a surging need to make them feel as good as I had. I took each of them in hand, giving the scientists equally hard strokes. Harry moaned while Matthew sighed, creating the most beautiful combination of sounds. They didn’t need to beg for more, I just felt it, and slowly but surely upped the pace of my tugs.

My name was on Harry’s tongue followed by his own swears, but it would seem my neck was the object of Matthew’s attention. The skin where he stared at me was freezing.

I think he wanted to taste me.

As if reading my thoughts, Matthew leant in and growled in my ear.

“Satisfy your human first, and then I can have you.”

The tone of his voice made me begin to ache with want again, and I nodded, slowing my hands to a stop on both of them before shuffling on my knees to sit right in front of Harry.

This way, it would allow me to give all my attention to each of them in turn and give them the most pleasure possible.

Harry’s baby blues opened and stared at me in confusion as to why I’d stopped. My hand came up to stroke his cheek as I whispered, “it’s alright.” Then, looking up at him through my lashes, I let my mouth meet his tip, placing a few kisses and licks to it, before taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. He made a stifled moan and buried his hand in my hair.

I couldn’t even remember how many times I’d fantasised of doing this exact thing to him, late at night when boredom and lust consumed me.

I felt icicle-like fingers glide down my spine, and I made a whine at the sensation and creating a vibrational hum around Harry. His hand gripped my hair a little tighter by accident, but I welcomed it. It spurred me on.

The cold fingers on me slid to my rear, and as I continued to go down on Harry, Matthew curved his body over mine. I heard him inhale the scent of me, then felt a cold squeeze.

I moaned again around Harry’s cock, and his hips gave an involuntary buck upward.

“Laurie,” Harry said gruffly like my name was caught in his throat. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

I took him in my mouth a few times more, making another few noises that were prompted by Matthew’s wandering hands, and deliberately swirled my tongue around Harry so that he was right on the edge. I treasured the little noise he made as I removed my mouth from him and replaced it with my hand to bring him to orgasm.

I wanted to watch his face the first time he came for me.

His hand moved from my hair to my face as he stared into my eyes before blinking rapidly and letting out a breathy moan when he finally came over my hand. His expression was gorgeous, so blissful and happy, and it made me smile to know I’d put it there.

He lay back against the pillows when he’d finished, trying to control his breathing as I leant forward and pressed my forehead to his before kissing him softly and nuzzling against him. But I was aware of Matthew’s hands still on me from behind and slowly pulled back. Harry came back to himself and leant across to the bedside table to grab me a tissue and cleaned up my hand for me. I pushed myself back against the vampire who pressed closer to me.

“I think it’s my turn,” Matthew whispered huskily in my ear before nibbling on the lobe slightly.

“A-are you going to…?” I left my sentence to hang in the air. Surely, Matthew knew what I meant.

“Only if you want me to,” he replied, pressing his nose to my neck and inhaling the scent of me again. I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm, but I knew he could hear my heart racing like crazy.

“I want you to.”

In a split second, Matthew had me flipped onto my back on the bed with my hands pinned into the mattress. My chest heaved from the adrenaline coursing through me. Matthew’s mouth hovered hesitantly at the side of my neck.

“What are you doing?” comes Harry’s voice from behind me.

“Our lady has allowed me to have a quick drink,” Matthew said with a touch of annoyance at having delayed his teeth from sinking into me.

“If you hurt her, I swear to God, Clairmont-”

“I would never!” the vampire snarled at Harry.

“You better know what you’re starting-“

Matthew sat back on his heels slightly to glare at Harry. “Better than you do. Don’t make me drain you instead.”

The tone of Matthew’s voice and the way he was so tightly gripping my wrists now, I guessed it was his bloodlust overwhelming him. I’d effectively just offered myself up to him and now Harry was stopping him from satisfying himself, unintentionally teasing him and I was sure, pushing his restraint to the limit.

“Both of you, stop,” I said urgently, sitting myself up, and looking at Harry. “Harry, this is my choice, it’ll be okay.” Then, I took Matthew’s face in both hands to get him to look at me. “I said you could drink and I’m not about to take that away. Take what you need to.”

“If I can’t stop-“

“Shhh,” I said, stroking his cheek. “You will stop because you don’t want to hurt me. And besides, I think Harry will kill you if you don’t…”

He smiled at that, and I swept my hair back from my neck again in offering. I watched the vampire lick his lips.

“Be gentle with me, Matthew…”

“I’ll do my best, my darling.” Matthew waited a few long seconds, as long as I imagined a quick internal pep-talk would take. And then I felt the pierce of his teeth into my skin. I cried out at the breach and felt a dip in the mattress. Harry had moved to the other side of me and held my hand. Matthew’s lips suctioned to my sensitive skin, and as he sucked and swallowed the blood I offered him, I felt an entirely new definition of the word ecstasy. I didn’t understand the science behind it or how this act could feel this good, but I understood how dangerous this could be. It made my head rush, and I wanted him to keep going, no matter the consequences.

No wonder Matthew was hesitant.

I thought I couldn’t feel anymore pleasure in this moment, but I was terribly wrong once Harry’s own mouth found the other side of my neck and his hand between my legs.

I wasn’t even sure what sounds I was making, but I was sure I was loud. The combination of both of them sucking their own mark onto my neck and Harry working me so thoroughly, I knew I wouldn’t last. And Matthew would have to stop soon, I knew it, however much I wished for more of this feeling. I hoped Matthew was getting as much satisfaction from it as I was.

“Ah, please, please,” I whined, holding Matthew close as Harry’s fingers rubbed me hard and fast between my thighs. “Yes, yes, like that, I’m there, I’m-”

I made three clipped whimpers, then let out my silent cry from the intense euphoria washing over me until I slowly watched the room fade to black.

~

I didn't know how long I'd been asleep for, but I figured it had to have been a good while, as I felt significantly less tired than I had before, though my neck was still a little tender when I shuffled myself around slightly. I felt the presence of my men in the bed with me, all of us a tangle of limbs under the sheets.

I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the very dim light around me. Between the two of them, Harry and Matthew must have put me under the covers after I passed out and then got in with me.

Harry’s warmth enveloped me from behind, his arm around my waist where he was spooning me, with one foot hooked over my leg. In contrast, Matthew's coldness radiated from in front of me, one of his hands resting on my thigh and I'd managed to nestle myself against his chest and I realised my head was lying on his arm.

I could just make out his peaceful expression and smiled softly, letting myself fall back to sleep knowing I was perfectly sheltered between the most attentive and fiercely protective men in the world.

~

When I woke the second time, it was from the sun peeking through the slit in the curtains and onto my face. I yawned and stretched my limbs, suddenly aware that Harry and Matthew were no longer in the nice, warm bed with me.

I held the bedsheet up to my chest, in case either were to enter the room and put my clothes from the night before back on. I thought I heard the low, rumbling tones of the scientists carry up from downstairs, and I’m fairly sure I heard my name mentioned several times.

Not caring what a wretched mess I probably looked like, I padded down the old home’s staircase. I hadn’t even rounded the corner into the living room before Matthew’s voice said, “She’s awake.”

I entered the room and the expressions on both their faces made me think that they hadn’t been having a particularly pleasant chat. Harry looked anxious, stood over by the fireplace, and Matthew wore a look of resignation where he was hunched over himself in the armchair. They both looked towards me when I walked in.

“Good morning,” I said quietly when they remained silent. Matthew seemed to realise that I was on edge too now, due to the awkwardness that settled in the room, and tried to lighten the mood.

“Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well? How are you feeling?” he asked as I came further into the room, leaning up to kiss Harry’s cheek and then moving over to the vampire.

“I slept really well. I don’t feel any different to normal,” I told him, and it was mostly true. I still felt a little jittery, but I put that down to my magic rather than him having drunk from me. I think we were all aware that the last remnants of the spell suppressing my magic had broken last night. Matthew gestured for me to come over to him and I perched on his lap as he swept my hair back and studied the bite on my neck.

“It’s healing well,” he said finally, gliding his fingers over it, before getting me to look at him. “I’m sorry, Laurie, I didn’t mean to take that much. When you passed out-”

“Hey, I’m okay, don’t beat yourself up about it. I knew the risks when I offered,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close to me. “It just felt so good… I wanted you to keep going,” I admitted quietly.

“You continue to astound me.”

“Welcome to my every day,” Harry said, coming over to plant a sweet kiss to the side of my head. I smiled up at Harry, and then to Matthew, but the latter still wore a slight frown. I played with the collar of his shirt.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Matthew paused before speaking.

“Well, I was just beginning to inform Harrison that, as of last night, we have broken one of the primary ancient laws of the Congregation.”

Congregation? Ancient laws? Harrison??

“I don’t understand what any of that means,” I looked to both of them, confused, “What law?”

“You were starting to say something about the consequences of intimacy between witches, vampires, and daemons?” Harry offered.

“Yes.” Matthew looked down before looking at me again. “Relationships between different species don’t happen, Laurie. For one-thousand years, it’s been forbidden by the Congregation, the council that oversees our world, which is made up of three vampires, three witches and three daemons.”

“And these nine people get to decide whether or not we’re happy?” I asked, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers just to emphasise my point.

Matthew let out a resigned chuckle. “It’s just how it works, darling. We may not like it, but for the sake of peace, everyone is expected to follow it. Because if we don’t, well… you’re the outcome of that… You’re quite possibly the most powerful creature ever born, and the Congregation fears that happening. They don’t even know it’s already come true.”

“But they don’t know about me, right?” I asked. I got the distinct impression that I should be scared of these people and what might happen to me.

“No, no, they don’t,” Matthew replied, bringing my hand up to kiss it, “and I want to keep it that way. But you and I together, we would draw too much attention. Someone is bound to notice that there’s something different about you and if the Congregation found out the truth, they will take you away and you’ll never get to live your life.”

I looked down at my lap as I took this information in. I could lose my freedom because of a decision my parents made? I never chose to be what I was. Then I had another thought.

“What about humans? You said relationships between species didn’t happen, does that include creatures with humans?” I asked, glancing at Harry who smiled quickly at me before I turned back to Matthew.

“It’s not as frowned upon, no. It’s far harder to avoid seeing as there’s so many of them now.” He looked at Harry as well, who took a step closer and put his hand on my shoulder.

“What does all this mean, Matthew? What are you trying to tell me?” I thought I knew what he was trying to get at but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear it.

Matthew’s hand found the back of my head and brought me in close so that our foreheads touched. “I’m telling you that for your own safety and well-being, we cannot continue together like this. I’m sorry.”

Did this mean I would never see Matthew again? I didn’t think I could bear the thought. Not after everything he’d shown and done for me. I choked back a sob.

“There has to be a way…” I tried hopelessly, realising it was pointless. Matthew just shook his head.

“You must return to America, to Central City,” he told me. “Learn to control your power and use it for good, and continue your good work with Harrison.” Matthew looked to Harry, whose hand was rubbing circles on my back. He gave my boss a resigned smile.

I couldn’t think straight and was nearly in tears. I didn’t realise Harry had helped me to stand while Matthew fetched our bags, saying something about needing to start the trek to the airport. Harry held me as we waited, swaying me gently back and forth. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

Matthew reappeared a couple of minutes later, going at a normal human pace instead of using his powers. Perhaps he needed the time to think.

He laid the bags down as I pulled away from Harry a fraction, and he reached into my bag, pulling out my thin, pale blue scarf. Ever so gently, he wrapped it around my neck and positioned the ends precisely over my chest. I peered up at him, eyes still misty with unshed tears.

“For the marks on your neck,” he explained with a small smile. “I’m sure you don’t want anyone asking questions at the airport.”

I nodded to show I understood, but I wasn’t sure that I could open my mouth to reply without sobbing. But luckily, Matthew had more to say.

“I called a taxi for you, and this is for when you get back home,” he said, handing me a white envelope. “Details of a witch very close to Central City, she’s an old acquaintance of mine, and she’s agreed to help teach you to control your magic. I told her that’s you’re immensely powerful, but no more than that. Tell no one the truth, Laurie, for your own sake. But she’ll be able to help you to live normally, in time.”

“Thank you,” Harry said for me, as I took Matthew’s hand and held it as tightly as I could. I never wanted to let go. Matthew leant down and kissed my head before resting his cheek against my hair. Harry held my other hand, still rubbing his thumb over my skin.

We waited there together for the inevitable arrival of our car, none of us saying a word and just holding each other until I finally spoke up.

“I love you. Both of you. I don’t know how I’m going to do this without you both with me!”

“You are going to thrive.” Matthew stretched out the final word. The emphasis almost made me start to believe it. “And if I may say so,” he dared lock eyes with Harry, “I knew it was love for me the moment you stepped into my lab.”

“I can’t blame you,” Harry said to Matthew, and I turned to look up at him, and then Harry down at me. “Because I knew I loved you since your first day at work. Even if I idiotically tried to ignore it for far too long.”

I’d always wanted to hear those words from him. Harry loved me.

I brought his face down to mine for a kiss, closing my eyes, and letting my tears leak through my lashes. I was in love with two men who loved me back - a human and a vampire. I knew I’d be forever happy with Harry, but saying goodbye to the other third of my heart was still torture.

I heard the beginnings of rain pitter-pattering on the window panes. When our lips parted, Harry swiped my tears away with his thumb. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Go.”

I knew what he was saying. I needed to say my final goodbye to Matthew.

Harry took our bags and went to wait by the front door for the taxi while I stood with Matthew in the entrance space, still not having let go of his hand.

He turned to face me, taking my other hand too as I continued to cry inaudibly, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my love,” Matthew said, tilting my chin up so that I could meet his expressive eyes. “You have Harrison and he is going to take the best care of you, or he will have me to answer to.”

I let out a half laugh and a sniffle as I continued to stare at him. I reached up and brushed the little bit of unruly hair out of his face before holding his cheek in my hand.

“I’m going to miss you like you wouldn’t believe,” I whispered.

“Try me. I have to live an eternity without you now,” he replied, sliding his hand around my waist and to the small of my back so that our chests pressed together. “But I will never forget you, Laurie, you’re unique in every way. You’ll always own a piece of my heart.”

I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I pushed myself up on my toes and kissed him hard, my fingers winding into the hair at the nape of his neck so that I could hold him as close as possible.

A gust of wind swept in from outside because it would seem Harry had left the front door open. It swirled around us, whipping my hair around as I cupped Matthew’s cheeks to pour everything I was feeling into our last goodbye.

After kissing him for as long as my lungs and lips could bear, I hugged his neck and rested my head against his chest. And until my heart was strong enough, I took a step back from him, and said, “Thank you. For everything.”

Matthew Clairmont nodded once.

Harry returned, to lean in the open doorway. He looked like a wet dog, drenched with the witchrain I had supposedly conjured outside. It was still pouring down.

“Ready?” Harry asked me softly. I smiled at him. Bittersweet was a terrible understatement to describe this moment. He took a step in and extended his hand to Matthew.

“Clairmont,” he said in the tone he uses when talking with people he respects in a business setting.

Matthew shook his hand and said humorously, “Harrison, I think you now have the right to call me Matthew, old chap.” Harry shook his head with a puff of air as laughter.

“Matthew. Email me any time. We’ll continue our discussion about logistics.”

“Right.”

Harry took my hand and lifted it and pressed it to his lips. “Let’s go.”

I turned to Matthew one last time as he pressed a kiss to my head before Harry took me out into the rain, sheltering me as much as he could with his body and helping me into the taxi. The tears started tracing their way down my cheeks again as we began to pull away and I watched Matthew through the back window. He waved at me but gradually became too small to see clearly any more.

I leaned into Harry’s side and tried to calm myself back down, taking deep breaths and wiping my tears away. I knew this must be hard for Harry, knowing that I loved him so completely but having to share that emotion with Matthew as well, but he held my hand tightly and didn’t let me go throughout our whole journey.

The rain followed us almost all the way to the airport, but I guessed that was a given seeing as I was the one causing it. It was slightly thrilling to know I was capable of something on that scale, however sad I was.

But, as we approached our destination, it began to lessen, and when it was time to get out of the car, it stopped.

Harry paid the driver and we each took our bags into the building before holding hands again and making our way through the place. I never wanted to be separated from this man for the rest of my life.

~

Central City seemed like a different world since I’d discovered the beauty of old Oxford, but then, so much else had changed in my life, I felt like wherever I was, I would feel that way. In some place enchanted and a little bit surreal, but in the best way possible.

Harry and I were wonderfully happy together now. I couldn’t remember a time when I felt this good about everything in my life, even if it didn’t include much of a certain handsome vampire over in England.

I’d started to see the witch Matthew had recommended almost immediately when we’d gotten back home in an effort to stop any more major incidents like my witchrain. I’d been making steady progress with it and now had much more confidence with using my gifts around the apartment, and had far fewer accidental mishaps with shattering glasses and the like.

Harry always asked me how I was getting on after each lesson and was still awed when I gave certain demonstrations like summoning objects and make them do what I wanted. I still had the occasional issue when controlling my emotions around other people, including one close-shave with a colleague at work when I’d made it start to snow when I was annoyed. I hadn’t been able to stop my pink glow during sex either, but I’d come to realise that Harry actually rather liked that…

We now shared a bed on a much more permanent and deliberate basis, as I’d virtually moved into his apartment not long after we’d gotten home and things had only progressed from there. It was wonderful to know I’d always get to wake up next to him after pining for so long.

My cheerful mood followed me into work on a particular morning, smiling brightly as I put my bag on the side and went to sit at my desk to go through any notices that needed checking before I got down to my work. But there was a surprise waiting for me there when I sat down and pulled my chair forwards.

There was an envelope sitting on the desk surface with my name in an elegant script staring back up at me. I picked it up and looked around suspiciously for any prying eyes before using a touch of magic. Holding the envelope in one hand, I placed the other on top, palm down, and let the words inside tickle my skin.

I gasped and dropped the envelope.

It was a letter. I felt the presence of Matthew in his written words from within.

It had been months since we parted last autumn. Matthew and I kept in touch fairly regularly after that through email, whether it be my “assistant self” regarding business matters between him and Harry or my “witch-daemon self” having a wistfully romantic conversation with my vampire ex-lover. But as time went on, I heard less and less from Matthew Clairmont. There came a time when I began to hear nothing from him at all, and I wondered if maybe he was graciously stepping aside after hearing the news about Harry and I.

I was aware that he and Harry also spoke semi-regularly, probably talking about me and how I was doing as well as their science, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if Harry had told Matthew about his plans to propose to me beforehand, just so the vampire would have been prepared for the news.

We all knew that there was no changing what could happen between us, but I doubted it could be easy for him to hear it.

I debated leaving reading the letter until I went home this evening, just in case the contents caused me to lose control of my emotions. But in the end, curiosity got the better of me and I carefully ripped the envelope open. I covered my mouth with my hand as I began to read.

Dear Laurie,

First, I would like to apologise for the lack of communication on my part. I selfishly needed time to process the news that Harrison passed on to me a few months ago. Which brings me to the main reason for this letter.

I believe congratulations are in order.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before this took place, and Harrison is only doing what any self-respecting man would do in this situation, which is to make sure that he gets to be with you for the rest of his life. I don’t begrudge him that, I only wish that circumstances had been different in several ways so that I would have been able to spend more time with you and given you all the love that you deserved. But Harrison is a good man, who will give you everything you’ll ever want or need, and I know how much he loves you and that you will live a wonderful and exciting life with him by your side. I wish you all the happiness and fortune in the world for this next step in your life.

Harrison tells me of your progression in a particular, shall we say, variety of “arts” and from what I understand, you are a natural and a true force to be reckoned with. Though, I think we all knew that from the get-go. I am so very proud of you and your accomplishments in the study of your birthright. I know you will go on to do even more amazing things, Laurie. It’s in your blood.

Lastly, I will say this - Saying goodbye to you remains to this day one of the hardest things I’ve had to bear in my exceedingly long life. The love I felt (and yes, still feel) for you will continue on until you’ve long passed, and that will be something I will hold with me forever after. I will always love you, Laurie, and should you ever need me for any reason whatsoever, I will be there for you in an instant.

Again, congratulations on your nuptials, and give my best to Harrison.

All my love,

Matthew x

I put the letter down on the desk, rereading it several times over as I brushed my fingers over his name at the bottom of the paper. I felt a mixture of happiness at hearing from him again with sadness at thinking about him, left alone in England while Harry and I were together over here. I picked up the paper again, holding my hand over it so that I could feel him through his writing, and smiled softly at his presence, however slight.

The door to Harry’s office suddenly opened to my right and my fiancé stepped out, concern evident all over his face.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, taking a few quick steps over to my desk and leaning up against it as I looked up at him. “It started to rain and I wondered if… you know, if it was you?”

I let out a chuckle as I shook my head and placed my hand on his thigh. “Harry, just because it’s raining doesn’t mean that I’m upset, okay? I’m getting good at that bit now,” I told him and he nodded in a way that told me he knew he was being overprotective.

“So, you’re okay?”

“Yes, I am.” I grinned ear to ear. “Matthew sends his best to you.”

“Ah,” Harry said in understanding, “I’ll have to send him a message. Good man. I’ve always liked him.”

I let out a burst of laughter and leaned into Harry. “Yeah, sure you did, baby.”

He chuckled into my hair. One of his arms wrapped around me and held me close.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Perhaps we should invite him to the wedding? Or is that waving it in his face a little? I don’t know what the etiquette is here.”

We both laughed and I stood up, shaking my head. I picked up my letter again and held it close to my chest. Matthew’s presence radiated from it again and I felt like I was being hugged by him again. And when Harry slipped his arms around me from behind and leant his head against mine, I knew I was still surrounded by the love of these two men.

And with it, I knew I could go on to do anything and everything that this world put in my path.

#crossover #original female character #harry wells imagine #matthew clairmont imagine #harry wells fanfiction #matthew clairmont fanfiction #harrison wells fanfiction #harrison wells imagine #a discovery of witches imagine #the flash imagine #a discovery of witches fanfiction #the flash fanfiction #adow imagine #adow fanfiction

[ageofstarkey]

soft glow ✰ m. riddle

summary: sleepy mornings with matthéo

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing really other than that!! just tooth rotting fluff n théo who’s soft for u and no one else!! :’))

note: hi!! i’m not sure how i feel about this one but i still think it’s a lil tiny bit cute so i’m posting!! feel free to send in requests!!

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comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3

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when you wake up, matthéo’s bedroom is warm with the soft glow of morning. golden rays of sunlight peek stubbornly through his drapes, and soft white noise filters steadily in through the window.

as you slowly come to, you begin to register the familiar sensation of matthéo’s touch. his calloused fingers glide almost curiously across your face; carefully tracing each curve and dip, as if to memorize your every detail.

with a soft hum, you finally blink open your eyes - squinting into the sunlight. you roll towards matthéo with a yawn, offering him a sleepy smile. “hi”

matthéo grins, smoothing a mess of tangled hair away from your face. “hi, darling.” his voice is raspy and painfully fond - and your heart aches pleasantly behind your ribcage. his hand slides casually to the back of your neck, and you quietly hope that your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “how’d you sleep?”

“me? oh - i slept terribly” you’re aiming for deadpan in a desperate attempt to play it cool, but you wear a giddy little grin that almost certainly gives you away. “worst sleep of my life.”

“oh yeah?”

you nod with all the conviction you can muster - which admittedly isn’t much. “mhmm” with a little stretch, you’re leaning upwards to kiss his cheek. “you snore louder than my granddad.”

matthéo scoffs in mock offence, fingers poking teasingly at your side. “‘s that so?”

you nod once more, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. matthéo’s teasing is relentless, and you squirm clumsily away from his prodding fingers. in the end - it doesn’t take long for you to give in. “okay! okay - fine!” you laugh breathlessly. “you don’t snore and i had the best sleep of my life. is that what you wanted to hear?”

“yes actually. because you on the other hand - you do snore and it’s really quite loud - sort of like-”

“matthéo!” he’s being mean on purpose and you pretend to hate it. “i do not snore!”

“okay but how do you know you don’t snore, hm? i mean - if you’re asleep when it happens…” he tugs you towards his bare chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your back. “you wouldn’t really know, would you?” he punctuates his words with a soft kiss to your forehead, and you all but melt into his gentle embrace.

“i hate you.” with your face smushed against matthéo’s chest, your words come out awkward and muffled. “like - i really, really can’t stand you sometimes.”

he tugs you impossibly closer with a pleased laugh. “don’t lie, sweetheart”

“i’m not lying!”

he tilts your head upwards before slowly kissing your lips. you feel warm all over, and you chase him with a quiet whine when he pulls away. “if you really hate me, why were you screaming m-”

“you’re so awful!”

#it took me SO long to get this right for some reason #and i still don’t think it’s that good but oh well i’m posting anyways #enjoy <3 #ageofstarkey writing <3 #ageofstarkey harry potter <3 #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle drabble #mattheo riddle blurb #mattheo riddle fanfiction #mattheo riddle fic #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo riddle fluff #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys fanfiction #slytherin boys blurb #slytherin boys imagine #slytherin boys fanfic #harry potter

[coffinwoodx]

i implore everyone to read Kim Kitsuragi’s Book Report by TwiExMachina on ao3 it is one of the FUNNIEST FICS i’ve ever read it left me REELING from how hard i was laughing. it’s amazingly well characterized like i could 100% see it fitting into actual Disco Elysium gameplay i just cannot stress this enough. it was so good so..

i recommend it :>

it’s based on another fic about Harry writing a self-insert Dick Mullen erotica featuring everyone’s favorite lieutenant. essentially, Kim finds it and confronts Harry

#disco elysium #archive of our own #disco elysium fanfiction #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #harrykim #kimharry #half light you and i are one in the same #it’s actually so funny it’s insane #it was refreshing how well they were characterized too #they include the skills btw #and writing for the skills is lowkey hard so 😭 #very very impressive #very very well written #11/10 i reread it every so often #fic recs

[imsiriuslyreading]

you look like you read fanfiction (said with praise, complimentary etc)

#harry potter fanfiction #fanfic bitch #to my core #it’s changed me #outside as well as in #i’ve read so many words this year #not one of them published #idgaf #i also haven’t read anything straight but that’s neither here nor there

[sarawritestories]

Hello friends! We are so close to 1000 friends on here! That is truly insane to me! Once we reach it I figured we could all Celebrate! Every day I will be posting a new story!! I will be posting various stories from various fandoms, to show how much I love you all!

In all seriousness, I was happy to have one person read my stories. To know that there are so many of you who like, comment, DM, Ask, and Reblog anything I post means more than I can express in words without making me want to cry. So I will just say thank you! in the form of giving you more stories! Please feel free to comment and tell me which one you're looking forward to!

All My Love,

Sara 💙💙

Dividers by @saradika

Unwavering Presence Chapter 13

Summary: Cassian has been living in his guilt for a week. But with some help of his girl's Twin he knows just what to do and hope that its not too late!

Release date: Posted

Keep Quiet Ruhn Danaan X Hunt's Sister Reader{SMUT}

Summary: You and Ruhn are having an intimate moment when your older brother calls your boyfriend. And Ruhn asks you to stay quiet.

Release Date: Posted

A Dragon Without its Rider is a Tragedy... {Angst} Xaden Riorson X Reader

Summary: Xaden and you are on a mission where everything goes wrong.

Release Date: Posted

Unwavering Presence: Chapter 14

Summary To Come

Release Date: 5/2

Obey Eris Vanserra X fem Reader {SMUT}

Summary: You and Eris find your own entertainment at a party you were both forced to be at.

Release Date: 5/3

Enchanted (All Too Well Chapter 2)

Summary: To come

Release Date: 5/4

Celebrate Harry Wells X Reader

Summary: You and Barry return from a tough battle and Cisco insists everyone celebrates. You break away to find a certain scientist from Earth-2.

Release Date: 5/5

#xaden x reader #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson #fourth wing fanfic #acotar fanfiction #eris x reader #eris vanserra #cassian x reader #cassian x you #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #arrowversefanfiction #harry wells #harry wells x reader #ruhn danaan #cresent city

[fleuraimer]

…. perhaps a harry x reader blurb to spare 🤲 i will take anything u want to give me. fluff or smut or both or neither ❤️❤️❤️❤️ u rock and my name is also evelyn so i feel bonded to u

u've absolutely made my day with this evelyn :((( i hope you like what i've concocted bestie, she's kinda all over the fucking place, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy <33

wc: 2k

cw: not much, super fluffy, mildly (perhaps majorly) suggestive. not suitable for ramadan!! not proofread. lmk if i missed anything pls!!

Spring is here.

Fucking finally.

All the seasons were lovely to Y/N, each offered something the others didn’t—couldn’t. But spring was different. Special.

Like him.

Like Harry.

Perhaps that’s why her love for it blossomed like the tulips lining her bedroom window; there was something about seeing her usually soft boyfriend get ten times softer as leaves started to sprinkle branches, blades of grass flashed a vibrant green once more, and the sun kissed the earth that got to her tender heart.

It was especially difficult to not melt when he’d planned a small outing for them, centered around the perfectly warm weather. Instead of waiting until nightfall and driving to some stuffy restaurant (although their dinner dates were never anything less than exquisite), they walked hand-in-hand down the boulevard in broad daylight, gentle wisps of wind the only thing surrounding them, as well as the quiet conversation of other passersby.

They didn’t talk. They didn’t have to. They were perfectly content to relish in the mere presence of one another—soak in the rays of sun, and warmth. Love.

Thumbs gave mindless, delicate strokes against the back of palms, rucking up rings, kissing knuckles in apology, and putting them back in place, just to repeat it all over again. The knitted fabric of Harry’s cardigan is soft when it brushes against Y/N’s bare arm (she decided that it was absolutely perfect weather to slip on her favorite flowy sundress, cinched at the waist and flared at the hips, printed with obnoxiously serene-looking flowers and hummingbirds, with a square neckline that farmed the intricate necklace Harry bought her for their second anniversary quite stunningly), but his hand in hers was softer. Better.

Said hand tugs on hers, urging her away from the beaten path and into the ravine of tall, never-ending trees—willows and oaks; sycamores, birches, and maples, too. She resists, no less. Looks down at the cobblestone beneath her soles, and the cute kitten heels that (in her humble opinion) tie her whole spring-era look together.

She pouts.

And then a head of chocolate obscures her view of the pristine, white triangle toes. A hand placed both respectfully and salaciously on her ankle, coaxing her foot to slip from its confines, makes her breath catch in her suddenly dry throat.

Her kind eyes glaze over, ever so slightly.

“Y’don’t have’t—”

“I want to, Bellissima.”

Her shoe slips from her foot with a soft clatter on the ground when he manages to pry her sole from the earth, but it barely registers in her brain. In fact, everything else seems to fade away into the lovely spring that encompasses them when Harry guides his hand further up, along her fleshy calf, and leans in to place a chaste, staggering kiss to the bridge of her foot.

She wobbles, but they both know it’s not because she’s been left to balance on one foot.

Harry smiles, faint—the crater in his stubbled cheek is nearly invisible—and nudges his nose along the smooth skin of her leg.

He works diligently (as diligently as one can when removing a shoe) to rid Y/N of her footwear, relieving her of any worry or pain.

He looks pleasantly boyish when he looks up at her, smiles all cheeky, and winks for good measure. Kneeling on cobblestone in a worn pair of jeans, suede, dirty Adidas, and a vintage band tee that smells of stale coffee, Chanel No. 5 (one of many preferred perfumes of Y/N), and sex no matter how many times they run it through the wash; the green of his seafoam eyes twinkling in the sunlight, sunnies pushing his hair back, and yet one rogue curl still bends and twirls with the wind, falling in a perfectly aesthetic spiral when it settles…

Soft. Boyfriend. Hers.

Her Harry.

He stands to his full height, and they’re much closer than she’d thought they would be, but she’s certainly not complaining. Where before she stood at (about) Harry’s collarbone, now her head barely reaches the underside of his pecs. Her neck strains to keep eye contact as he slips his free hand back into her awaiting palm, the latter of which occupied with their stuffed picnic basket, and now her precious kitten heels.

“Need me to carry you?” He asks, ready to suffer at least a week’s worth of back pain if it meant he’d keep that love-struck, glowy, adorable (subby, stupid, filthy) look on his girl’s face.

Y/N’s eyes widen subtly, though enough for Harry to notice, and he can’t help but have to stifle a chuckle at her bashful demeanor.

“No, thank you,” she squeaks, and now she’s the one tugging his hand, urging them into the abyss of greenery, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The grass feels soft, ticklish, between her powder pink painted toes; she feels her lips stretch into a small grin because of it. They walk idly until they find a soft patch of vividly green grass directly under a tree, kissed fleetingly by the rays of sunlight peaking through the gaps of branches and leaves.

Harry lets his hand fall from Y/N’s (and can’t help but feel slightly colder because of it) to unpack their picnic basket. He grabs the signature red gingham picnic blanket from its place in the basket, releasing its folded form with a flourish. The material floats gracefully through the air until settling on the grass, near gingerly with the way it stops at just the very tips of the blades.

He kicks his chin toward the blanket in invitation as he settles on top of it himself, beginning to remove the contents inside their basket. Sandwiches, fruits, veggies; assorted cheeses and meats, cake, and, arguable most important, wine. He wastes no time in popping the cork from the rouge, pouring a generous amount into each of the pinot noir glasses he’d carefully tucked in the picnic basket.

Y/N kneels onto the blanket, walking on her knees until Harry is within reach, and his incessantly grabby hands are (surprise, surprise!!) grabbing her. He hands her her wine glass and sets his off to the side for the time being, sliding his bear palms up the full of her thighs, the swell of her bum, small of her back…

She shivers as they pet down again, nails biting at her hips to grip and pull her into his lap.

“Too far,” he grumbles, nuzzling in the space where her neck and collarbone meet. He peppers soft kisses along the strong bone, inhaling the natural, overwhelming scent of her. His girl.

Y/N goes easily, sipping slowly at her red wine while her free hand comes up to his hair, fingers threading through the fluffy tendrils. She snatches his sunnies away when they block her half-hearted scalp massage, muttering delicate apologies when the bend of them gets stuck in his hair and he hisses at the sting.

“Sorry, Baby,” she winces herself, chucking the damned glasses onto the blanket when she’s gotten them loose, kissing along the crown of his head to soothe any ache.

She sips more, tart grape hitting her tongue, sugary plum sliding down her throat, strawberry slicking her lips. She’s borderline greedy with the way she downs it, but they’ve got nowhere to be. Only here. Just here. Now.

She twists in Harry’s laps to grab one of the homemade BLTs, offering the half she won’t stuff her fat gob with to Harry, which he politely accepts. They munch quietly, sharing soft smiles and love-sick kisses in between bites. Conversation is sparse, but not bad. Never bad. If anything, the weight of their words is heavier because they’re so few and far between.

They both like it that way, anyhow.

When their feast has dwindled down to nothing but a few fruits and cakes, Harry fishes his phone from his pocket, and reaches in the picnic basket to grab his trusty pair of wired headphones. Hooking them up to his phone, he looks expectantly to Y/N. She raises her brow, never one to move unprompted.

Harry smirks, “Come, Bellissima.”

Her heart flitters, her stomach flutters, and her eyes round out (Harry tries not to think about how fucking easy—). She crawls back to him, in a way that is unnecessarily intimate and innocent, and simultaneously astoundingly nasty, but he tucks the image into the deep, deep, dark recess of his mind so he doesn’t get arrested for public indecency. Saves it for later (call it his spankbank).

He tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear before handing her and earbud, and lying down on his side. She follows, the two inserting the device into their ears at the same time. Her head instantly floods with staggered strings and piano, static, and then bass. Saxophone and acoustic guitar being delicately plucked, followed by a heady, gentle voice, similar to Bowie (but never as iconic).

“About You,” she whispers to him, her lips quirking.

Harry nods. Smiles, “The 1975.”

As the music progresses—the subtle vibrato of Matty Healy’s croon, the crescendo of each instrument and sound blending together to create one beautiful, extravagant, mind-bending symphony—Y/N swears she can see all five oceans in his eyes. The clear, breathtaking reefs, the lines that separates it from the rest of the water, dividing the calm from the chaos, the serene from the danger. She sees the deep, the unknown she wishes the dive further into, explore and discover, treasure for nothing but her own heart. And the seafoam that crashes up against the shore, the way it bubbles with joy and glistens in the light of the sun at the horizon, ever so fleeting as it washes back down the grains of sand.

She sees it all.

“S’pretty,” she mumbles, scooting closer as much as she can.

Harry wraps the arm not tucked under his head around her waist, pulling her closer. His eyes flit dazedly between her two.

She may see the ocean, but he sees the sky. The constellations, laid out for him beautifully, his for the taking. His.

He nods, “S’pretty.” Bumps his nose childishly against hers, smiles softly, triumphantly, when it scrunches up. His eyebrows pull together in the center, and he huffs a breath through his nose, “S’fucking gorgeous, Stellina.”

His mouth is on her before she can ask for a translation (there’s only some many Italian pet names a girl can recall) tongue prodding at the seem of her lips until they give way and he can slide the wet muscle against her own. She tastes of their shared wine and vanilla buttercream, and he tastes of fresh peaches, mozzarella, and tangy balsamic vinegar. And yet, somehow, it mixes together to create something new, something better, arguably. He fits her bottom lip between his two, nipping and sucking at the plump flesh, pulling breathy whimpers and faint moans from his lover. His grunts and groans in response are no less self-deprecating (they were both, admittedly, getting extremely hot over a couple of third date level kisses).

Neither paid it much mind, however. Especially not when Harry flips around so he’s lying on his back and she’s pressed firmly against his torso, belly’s melding, chests grazing. Y/N can’t stifle her soft gasp at the heavy weight of Harry against her inner thigh, but she can’t reprimand him, for she is no better—there’s a puddle in the gusset of her panties.

“Harry,” she whines, lashes fluttering when his hands find the swell of her bum and squeeze through the flimsy fabric of her sundress.

“G'na take y'home now, Bellissima,” he husks against her open mouth, tongue flicking at the swollen mess. “Fuck you the way y'deserve for being such a good girl today—” She bristles, rocking into him and crying out softly because of it. “—and if y'keep it up, we’ll go to tha’ cute little flee market y'keep tellin’ me about, yeah?”

She’s being bribed with his (impeccable; divine; otherworldly) cock and her love for all things vintage.

“Can we go to the botanical garden, too?”

Harry snorts, issues a teasing spank to her bum that makes her squeal, but smiles, nevertheless. “Sure, Baby, whatever y'want.”

(Impeccable; divine; otherworldly) Cock, a flee market, and a botanical garden?

She’s in heaven. In happiness. In full bloom.

She fucking adores spring.

#evelyn speaks #not suitable for ramadan!! #i kinda love it #kinda hate #kinda makes no sense #really makes no sense...actually... #oh well #writing feels so foreign #like i feel like i js put together dogsh*t #idfk #i hope u guys like it anyway 😭 😭 😭 #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry edward styles #harry styles #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #blurb #oneshot #fluff #harry styles x fem!reader

[luisaenvypubs]

COVER OF FIC: ALL TOO WELL BY LUISAENVYPUB ARTIST IS BOOMDAFUNK , Please don't alter image always share the artist! <3

All Too Well - Chapter 1 - LuisaEnvyPub - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

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[hsdiaries]

Eight Count;

A Short Story — Eight Chapters.

Will be on wattpad here.

Harry Styles is the best underground boxer at Birmingham's yet still struggling to make a living.

Emilia Park is a nurse with her life in perfect order, shaped in every aspect to her personal appeal.

Each carry the wounds and trauma of their parent's addiction, each with their own approach on how to escape it.

Their close living quarters move them into even closer proximity when Emilia's apartment becomes Harry's place of safety. Together, they face the truth of their broken reality learning to accept each other and push each other into something greater than themselves.

26. ICU Nurse. Lives like the world is planned out to her convenience.

26. Underground Boxer. Lives life not knowing how he will get by tomorrow.

• chapter one

• chapter two

• chapter three

• chapter four

• chapter five

• chapter six

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[watermelonsugacry]

Little Freddie going with Louis to 1dbandmate!y/n concert for her tour and having a sign for her then seeing her after the show when she comes of stage and gives her the biggest hug and she’s so happy to see him 🥹

umm...YES 🥹

When she first gets risen on stage with her four back up dancers, posed and looking as elegant as ever in her iconic pink, glittery outfit. She looks out to the sea of fans filling up the stadium with their excited screams and lights on their phones. A cocky smile sits comfortably on her face, her eyes bouncing all over the crowd until they land on a little blonde lad with Louis's face.

Sat on his father's shoulders, Freddie's little arms hold up a sign above his head that has Hi Auntie YN! messily written on it with different colored markers.

Her smug look instantly turns into a surprised, loving one. In the little designated spot for family and friends at the side of the pit, she's pleasantly surprised to see that alongside her usual ensemble of her husband and her manager, Louis and her godson are there as well.

Harry knows how much the Tomlinsons mean to YN; aside from her wonderful stepmum, they were the family she needed when she had none growing up. So why not have her childhood best friend and godson be flown out for a surprise visit?

As she struts alongside her dancers, she returns the excited wave his little hand gives before hitting her first dance move for her opening song, Woman.

Throughout the whole night, fans can't miss the way YN keeps glancing back to where Freddie dances, jumping up and down with his arms raised in the air to the music she plays. But the audience doesn't mind that her attention drifts elsewhere given the way she has the happiest look on her face when she goes to the edge of the stage close to where he's at, jumping along with him.

Later on in the show as YN situates herself to sit down in front of the pit, sitting prettily on her thigh and leaning on her hand, she points over to her godson with a bright smile, "This one is for you, little lad!"

She giggles when he sees his little fists shoot up in the air, his mouth forming an "O" as he hollers not only at the recognition and song dedication, but when the beginning beats of R.E.M. begin to play--his favorite song of hers.

But nothing can compare to when after the show is done and YN goes into her green room. She hears her name first, and then she's quickly squatting down to be engulfed in a bone crushing hug. Freddie digs his little face in the crook of her neck, his arms encircling her neck so tight that it's like if he would left go, she would disappear.

Off to the side, Louis and Harry look onto the encounter with fond smiles. Ever since Freddie was born, YN has been attached to his side anytime she could. It made things easier when Louis' baby momma made a somewhat friendship with the pop star after YN had extended a generous offer to provide anything the new mom might need, before and after the baby. Brianna saw how YN's love for the child was genuine, how much she cared for the tiny baby swaddled in her arms.

In turn, anyone can see the love and admiration Freddie has towards YN. When he was still a baby and cried every hour of the day, he would magically stop and coo once he was in her arms. He would smile a toothless smile at the sound of her soft singing and would almost immediately fall asleep afterwards.

She spoils the child to no end, anything he wants is his. Just last Christmas, she gifted him yet another electric guitar and he did a impromptu performance with it, strumming it messily to showcase what he's learned so far.

She plays toy cars with him, facetimes him whenever she can, and she's never missed one of his birthdays.

Freddie loves her with all of the love his little heart can muster and quite frankly, he thinks she's the coolest person on the planet.

Time spent with him has decreased significantly since she's been on tour for almost two years now. She's missed him dearly and it warms her heart that he's finally in her arms. Even with the distance, their bond is still as strong as ever.

"Freddie," She lets out a playful groan as she stands back up, cradling his kola grip on her. "Yeh gotta stop growing mate or else I won't be able to carry you anymore."

"I can't control it!" The little boy laughs.

"You have to," She playful argues. "Yeh have to stay my baby forever. And ever and ever and ever..." She trails into his cheek before she smothers his face in kisses, making him break out into boyish giggles.

It's not long before she throws a smile at her other surprise guest for the night, "Hi, Louis."

"Hiya, love." Louis greets, kissing YN's cheek and giving her a hug the best he can while his son still clings to her. "S'good to see you, babe. This little guy hasn't stopped talking about how excited he was to see you."

"Yeah?" YN pulls back to look at the little boy's face, a smile that's identical to his father's when he was younger. She almost cries right then and there when Freddie leans in to press a gentle kiss to the center of her cheek. "I can say the same if I knew you lads were coming."

"It was Harry's idea to surprise you." Louis claps a hand over his old band mate's shoulder.

No words need to leave her lips because the look she gives to her husband is enough to express her gratitude. Harry gives her a quick peck on the lips, praising her on her performance for tonight.

"Don't think I'ma ever gonna to get used to that." Louis sighs, making the couple chuckle. It's only as if were yesterday that they were all touring together, Louis off on the sidelines as he watched these two secretly pine over the other during their time in the band. It's still crazy to see that now his old band mates who were forced to be apart now married and happier than ever.

"Did yeh want to show yeh aunt the sign you made her?" Louis ask rubbing his son's back.

"Oh yeah! Uncle Harry." Freddie wiggles out of YN's arms and goes over to his godfather who holds his sign.

YN gasps when the sign is presented to her. From her spot on the stage, she could only make out the big lettering, but now up close, she can see the little stickers, doodles of microphones and guitars, and other little writings he added: You're the best! You rock! I <3 YOU!

"Did you make this all by yehself?" She gasps. Freddie nods excitingly and she listens intently to all of his explanations for each doodle and sticker. After a while, YN explains how she's off to take a quick shower, get out of her performance outfit and into some more comfortable clothing with a promise of everyone going out for ice cream afterwards.

Now dressed in shorts and a hoodie, YN holds Freddie's hand while her other holds her gifted sign. They talk amongst themselves as the two men trail behind--their security surrounding them as they escort the group down the huge parking structure and towards a black Range Rover.

"She's going to great mum someday, huh?" Louis nods over to YN, who's now skipping along with his giggling son.

"I don't doubt it for a second." Harry agrees with so much love in his eyes. Louis sees it and a smirk tugs at his lips.

"Could that 'someday' be any time soon?"

The topic of having kids has only come up once or twice between the couple. Subconsciously, they both knew that they haven't been in a place to have a baby given that they've been on tour for a little over two years now; tour has been their baby.

But that doesn't mean the thought hasn't crossed their minds for the future.

It's not like Harry hasn't thought about a little him running around their living room. The boy's dimples digging into his cheeks like his father's as he laughs after YN finally catches him and smothers his face in kisses. Or for YN, the image of Harry holding his baby girl to his bare chest, rocking softly in a chair to get her to go to sleep. His hand coming up to brush away the curls on top of her head that she inherited from both of her parents.

The thought of starting a family excites Harry. He might not know it in this moment, but it does for YN, too. To have a family of her own, to provide the love and care to a child that she never received from either of her biological parents, is something she eternally hoped for since she was still living in her run-down home in Doncaster. And she knows with all of her heart, that Harry will make the best dad in the world.

Their kids will not go a day without being told and shown that they are loved.

Now with their world tours coming to an end, who knows what their future holds?

"Who knows." Harry chuckles, deciding that to be his answer for the time being.

But he does know one thing for sure: YN will make a great mum to his children someday.

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SINCE 2010 masterlist

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[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐖𝐡𝐲?

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Previous Part Series Masterlist

Summary: In which James gets to see your other side.

Warnings: Mentions of injury/death, crying, fluff (maybe…?)

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James had woken up a few hours later, finding you still asleep. His stomach grumbled and he decided to get food for himself and you, for when you would wake.

He found the food prepared by Molly and headed back in only to find you standing, gazing outside through the window. James quickly set the food down.

“What in the world are you doing up!?”

You turned around and merely stared at him before saying, “Oh crap, how did I end up in hell!? I was supposed to be in heaven! Now you're going to annoy me for eternity.”

James narrowed his eyes, “You are not dead.” He answered before his eyes softened, “Please sit back down, you’re not supposed to be up and running just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine.” You replied but James noticed how you winced with each step you took, as the effects of the wound were still very fresh. You let out a small cry of pain as you dropped back onto the bed as the healing skin stretched painfully.

James immediately began to fuss over you, “Shit, are you alright? Where does it hurt? Should I try to get someone? Or should-“

“Potter, relax.” You interrupted him. “I’m fine.”

He nodded before handing you a plate full of assorted foods.

“Molly threatened me that you better have eaten this before she comes back in the morning to check on you, or she'll have my head.”

A small smile crawled onto your lips, “That would have been an amusing sight, but remind me to thank Molly.”

James pouted but bit back the remark sitting upon his tongue. Instead he voiced the one thought that was haunting him.

“Why?”

You paused, raising an eyebrow in confusion, “Pardon?”

“Why? Why did you take my place? Why did you save me from the spell and took the hit yourself?”

You sighed, setting your plate to the side.

“It was better me than you.” You answered, staring off into the distance as your mind traveled elsewhere. “You have family and friends that would be devastated if anything happened to you. And me,” You let out a cold laugh, “My family would celebrate my death, plus I guess so I would deserve it.” You voice cracked near the end.

“No you don’t.” James immediately said, kneeling in front of you. “Why would you think that?”

Your eyes glossed over, “I had vowed to protect someone I considered a younger brother, a-and I left him there in that cruel world.”

“Who?” James questioned.

“Regulus.”

“Regulus?” James asked in confusion, “As in Sirius’ younger brother, Regulus?”

You nodded in confirmation. “I took him under my wing at Hogwarts and although he had a hard way of expressing it, I know he loved me a lot too. He was broken after Sirius ran away from home, and I know it must have hurt even more when I decided to escape that dark world. I tried to take him with me, begged him, but unfortunately a small part of him was influenced by his parents. Plus, he was too scared to go against his parents.” You explained, eyes welling up. “I left him there when I shouldn’t have, and perhaps all of this,” You gestured towards your injured body, “Is just the consequences of my actions.”

James was reeling in with shock. Sure he had seen you and Regulus a few times together at Hogwarts, but he never realized you were capable of loving someone this deeply and loyally, and that you both shared such a huge bond. James had always been at the receiving end of hate. You would laugh at him, mock him, poke fun at him, tease him, give him glares, sneers and what not, but apparently that was just for him, and Sirius too.

He had never gotten the chance to witness this soft, loving and caring side to you.

It suddenly came crashing down hard on James. Remus and Lily were right about you. James truly had been wrong about you this entire time.

Your sniffles brought him back and he cupped your face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“Y/n, listen, you are not at fault here. I’ll tell you what I told Sirius when he was in a similar state. You had given Regulus the option, the opportunity to start a fresh life. It was his choice to stay behind, no matter how hard you tried. You can’t blame yourself, because you are not at fault at all.” James said, reassuringly. It seemed to somewhat work but you began to hiccup instead and James mentally slapped himself.

“I just wish he had listened and come along. It scares me for what he has to do out there, and I have no idea if he’s safe or not.” You said, shaking your head slightly. “I hate the world, why can’t everyone just be kind and happy? Causing wars and violence does nothing but destroy lives.” You rambled, clearly upset about everything.

James nodded but began to panic when more tears welled up in your eyes, "Please, please, stop crying. You literally have no energy and this is not good for you, please, please stop!" He rambled.

You slowly began to calm down, feeling even more tired and exhausted, with your head throbbing even more. Afterwards, James urged you to eat some more before you were to sleep again. You shot him a tired yet amused smile.

"What?" He asked, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

"You hate me, remember?"

James suddenly flushed a deep red, mumbling something incoherent.

"What was that?" You asked teasingly.

"I don't hate you."

You arched an eyebrow, "Really? Well you had an odd way of showing it."

He went even more red, if that was possible. "I just- I'm sorry, ok!?"

You smiled gently, "Just because of what happened earlier, doesn't mean you're obligated or owe me something, you know?"

James stuttered, "Why did you behave cold towards me at Hogwarts?" He asked out of the blue, making you narrow your eyes at him.

"Because you made me a target in one of your pranks against Slytherin."

James frowned. Sure he had tried to target you a few times throughout Hogwarts but you had always managed to evade them. Somehow.

"Yeah, obviously you don't remember." You said, your tone tinged with bitterness.

It was your fourth year at Hogwarts, nearing the end as summer break approached. You were already running late for your next class and as you rounded a corner, a huge explosion happened, throwing you against the wall. You cursed and made a move to get to your class but found you were stuck to the wall. You used all your strength but ended up only hitting your head hard on the wall.

"Shit!"

You yelped as something wet and gooey poured onto your head, covering you from head to toe with it.

"Ew, what is this?"

However, before you could get an answer for that, another explosion happened and a huge swamp appeared, going up to your chest. To top it all off, fireworks erupted in the corridor, which finally attracted a crowd as students of nearby classes rushed out.

Two boys led the crowd, their faces looking eager. Although their smiles slightly diminished the moment their eyes landed on you.

"Aw, damn, this is just one snake! The trap was for a bunch of snakes, not just one pathetic Slytherin!" Sirius exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly in your direction.

James snorted, "But still! Look at her! Such a loser!" The whole crowd laughed. Tears burned your eyes as the laughter echoed off the walls, people pointing and snickering at you. You looked down, embarrassment flooding your whole being. You didn't realize when Professor McGonagall pushed her way through the crowd, nor were you aware of when the swamp vanished or when you were free from the wall. However, tears began to cascade down your face as a sob made its way out of your mouth, when your face broke into hives.

You heard the corridor erupt into shrieks of laughs, all related to your current state. You managed a look up and saw the two boys behind this fiasco, practically rolling around on the ground as they chuckled. You felt hatred for them both. How could they be so cruel? You spun on your heel as the crowd parted for you as you ran and ran until you entered the Slytherin common room. You could see Madam Pomfrey for the reaction to your face after, you just wanted to be alone.

Regulus, who had returned from his class some seconds before you, looked up from his place by the couch, his eyes going wide noticing your state. He stood up and grabbed you by the arm to stop you.

"What happened?" He asked in concern.

"Those stupid boys! I hate them! I hate Potter and Black, they're just plain cruel!"

Regulus' face dawned with realization as a fire burned in his eyes. How dare they hurt you like that?

You shrugged off his hold and ran upstairs to your dormitory, to let out all the pent up emotions. Meanwhile, Regulus' face hardened as he watched you go. He walked out of the common room with determination. No way was someone going to hurt his sister and get away with it.

"And then Regulus hexed us, and kept doing so until Minnie stepped in." James said, completing the story for you instead as the memory came rushing back to him.

"Yeah. The humiliation was horrible and over the summer, I decided to hold a grudge against you two, so began the good ol' rivalry. Later on, as you boys began to change your ways, I felt myself softened but the constant back and forth poking sort of just became our thing." You finished saying, shrugging your shoulders.

"And Remus?"

"What about him?"

"How come you were on good terms with him?"

"Because he was not in on that prank because it was orchestrated by you and your idiotic twin. He felt bad and came to visit me in the Hospital Wing the following day and I appreciated that he was apologizing on behalf of his friends. We became close after that. Oh also," You said, a smirk making its way onto your face, "I only managed to avoid all your pranks meant for me because Remus would tell me beforehand."

A scowl crossed James' face, "That traitor!" However, his expression softened when he heard a chuckle leave your lips.

"Leave poor Remus alone. You lot gave him loads of trouble at school as it was, no need for more."

James grinned mischievously at that before his expression faded into a guilty one.

"I am truly sorry for everything." He sincerely apologized.

You shot him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

James rubbed the back of his neck nervously before extending a hand out. "You want to start over?" He offered.

You looked at him and then his hand. This was an opportunity for the pair of you to forget old enmity and begin afresh. You smiled, clasping his hand.

"Hi, I'm Y/n L/n."

James' shoulders slumped with relief.

He flashed her a bright smile. "Hello, I'm James Potter."

You giggled, "Pleasure to meet you stranger."

"Same here, stranger." He answered, earning another giggle from you, making his heart warm up.

You two had a long way to go but this new opportunity for a better start was something you both would later on be very thankful for.

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A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this chapter and see you in the next one! Take care! <33

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[yendts]

absolutely obsessed with @rewritingcanon ‘s fic Magic Hour and had to make some art for it ✨

please go check it out you will not regret it:

#don’t mind me SCREAMING about this fic in the comments on ao3 i’m totally Normal and Fine about it #this drawing is based off the your name posters so i don’t claim full creative direction over it lol #but i did redraw everything myself and the background had me Frustrated lol but im pleased with it now #also the scorpio constellation is in the sky but it might be hard to pin point cause i think i accidentally covered up part of it with the #comet but oh well lol #oh wait! i didn’t cover it up you can even still see my faint lines that i drew to connect the stars but then forgot to erase lol #this will probably come out blurry as hell cause tumblr hates me but what can you do #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #albus potter #scorbus #hp #harry potter #harry potter and the cursed child #the cursed child #ccsquad #scorpius x albus #albus x scorpius #scorbus fic #scorbus fan fic #scorbus fan art #scorbus fanfiction

[isalisewrites]

Fem!Tomarry

I blame ya both. @monsieurclavier and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger You're responsible for this. Seducing me with lesbian Tomarry and sexy ladies. *shaking my head*

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The rhythmic drips were a requiem of damned.

Scales glittered in the dull light of the expansive chamber; a guardian to her queen, the great basilisk coiled around a runic diagram, where a steaming cauldron simmered in the center with bubbling black liquid. Tom took a step back away from it and rolled down her dress shirt sleeves, revealing unmarred pale skin in the dim light. She opened the waistcoat of her uniform and unbuttoned her shirt, opening it enough to reveal the upper part of her breasts.

Next… she needed a bit of blood.

Well, a lot of it.

Her eyes were drawn to the sniveling, sobbing girl that lay a few feet away. The girl stared up at her from behind pitifully ugly glasses, wrists bound behind her back with conjured rope, and a gag shoved in her mouth. She thrashed on the ground, her screams muffled, and then sagged, her chest fluttering with her gasps. 

“It’s a shame,” whispered Tom, her voice light and lyrical as she took a step forward. The bound girl hiccuped and sobbed in terror. She could almost taste it in the air. “You really shouldn’t snoop into other people’s business. Bad things might happen when you do.”

The girl wailed behind her gag.

“But it’s all right,” said Tom; her gentle tone was a dark constant to the gleaming knife she held in her hand. She stepped closer and knelt in front of her. The girl screamed some more, her glasses askew. “This will hurt, quite a bit. And when I’m done, I’m going to kill you.”

Tom smiled at the renewed sobs. She put a hand onto the girl’s shoulder and shoved her face down. The girl screamed again, legs kicking, body thrashing wildly, but Tom straddled the back of her thighs and grabbed her tied wrists. A lock of her short hair hung a few inches from her face as she hunched over the girl’s prone form. With a light caress, the knife brushed against the girl’s forearm.

It sliced through flesh with ridiculous ease, red blood blooming to life at the seam.

High pitched screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets.

“There, there,” murmured Tom, but she couldn’t be heard over the cries. She dipped her fingers into the cut, coating them in blood. “Your blood is important to me. I shan’t waste a drop of it.” Tom painted runes, one by one, her right forearm. Though her runes weren’t drawn as steady, she did the same for her left forearm. Tom pried the cut open a little more, briefly jostled by the girl kicking in furious sobs of terror, and dipped her fingers with more warm blood. She drew another set of runes over her breasts and her heart. As she painted the final runes on her cheeks and forehead, she whispered, “Almost done now.”

Tom forced the girl onto her back. The girl continued to weep, but the life had been drained from her. Tom stood up and looked at herself, doubling checking the runes.

“I’m ready,” said Tom softly in parseltongue, a well of excitement bubbling up inside her. Scales slithered against the ground as the basilisk moved towards the lone girl on the ground. Tom lifted the diadem of Ravenclaw and gazed down at the girl. “Myrtle, you’ve been so good for me.” The girl let out a wretched sniffle. “Really, you’ve been a delight. But, sadly, this is where we part ways.”

Tom’s smile cut through the darkness.

“Kill her.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

This was it. The moment she’d spent countless hours studying for, meticulously planning for - this was the moment she created her first horcrux, the first anchor to the mortal plane.

Except…

Multiple things happened at once. A flash of golden red light burst high above in the chamber, flames flickering on the stone ceiling. A bird cried, high and warlike, and more light illuminated the chamber. There was a girlish screech, a low curse, and a loud crash.

The cauldron toppled over, spreading out all over the stone floor and smearing the runic circle away. The basilisk shrieked in pain when it splattered her scales and reared back away from the spilled potion.

“Ew, ew, what is this?!” cried a new voice, a woman’s; though, it was a touch lower than the average girl. “Ouch, I think it’s burning me—shit, it’s definitely burning me—”

A rush of magic - wild, intoxicating, elysian - flooded through the entire chamber. There was another screeching, birdlike cry, mournful and powerful. The spilled, sizzling potion that had been meant to consume Myrtle’s blood and merge with the diadem vanished.

Months of work and preparation.

Gone.

Tom trembled with apocalyptic rage. The intruder—she’d have to die. Perhaps all wasn’t lost. She had two victims from which she could forge horcruxes from now. How long before someone noticed Myrtle’s absence? Tom could probably brew another potion in a shorter amount of time. She had the ingredients. Myrtle didn’t lose that much blood and she was still breathing.

Tom double checked.

Ah, yes. Myrtle was alive. 

The intruder stood up, spluttering in such an undignified manner that Tom couldn’t keep the sneer from off her face. It was young woman, a girl who couldn’t be much older than Tom. Her strangely casual clothes were disheveled, messy, covered in dried mud, and she had a wild mane of black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed a day in its life. A phoenix with feathers of a sunset landed on the young woman’s shoulder. It folded its wings and cuddled up against her hair, nipping through tangled strands.

But it was those eyes that captivated Tom the moment she saw them.

Hidden behind ugly circular frames, those emerald green eyes held an ethereal light to them, so unnatural that Tom had to wonder if they belonged to something supernatural.

Tom’s heart stuttered when those eyes locked onto her.

“Fancy meeting you here in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle.”

Coated in fresh blood, from her fingertips to her forearms, to the parted dress shirt and vest which revealed bloodied cleavage, Tom smiled up at the young woman in her most perfect, charming smile.

“And who might you be?”

“I’m Harry.” The phoenix trilled lightly, burrowing its beak into her hair. The young woman’s eyes never faltered. “Harry Potter.”

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[hannaswritingblog]

“Do you find me brave yet?” Neville Longbottom prompt

Fandom: Harry Potter

Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx

A/N: I almost gave up on this idea, as well as on others that are waiting for me from before my unexpected break, but I needed something to get back on track anyway and sometimes all you need is an old suggestion. :D I hope you'll enjoy this!

The battle at the Department of Mysteries certainly wasn't something you expected to take part in on this summer night. Confused and exhausted, all you want is to find some rest. But before you can lay and try to get any sleep, you feel the need to make sure all your friends are taken care of.

The only person gone from your radar is Neville Longbottom. A bit worried, you decide to find him, wherever he is. After a solid hour of searching, you come across him at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

"Hey," you say softly, trying to get his attention. "What are you doing here, all alone?"

"I'm so- I'm sorry, I just needed t-to rest for a while," he explains in a shaky voice.

"Oh, don't apologise! A lot happened today, I understand needing to rest. But I was worried about you."

You try to soothe your friend, sitting next to him and putting your hand on his. You wish you had words to comfort him more, but after everything that happened in the Ministry of Magic, nothing that would be good enough comes to your mind.

"Do you find me brave yet?" he asks out of the blue.

Startled by the sound of his voice, you don't immediately answer.

"Wh-what do you mean?" you ask back, wondering what he even wants to hear.

"Well... I know I will never get to Harry's level, and that I'll never be as appreciated as Hermione, or even the Weasleys," he starts explaining, "but one thing I want is to be worthy of being a Gryffindor. And everyone knows Gryffindors are brave. I was hoping..."

"Okay, stop for a second here," you interrupt him. "So you think you're not brave?"

"I don't see why I wouldn't think that. I'm afraid of everything."

You let out a sigh. Having always seen Neville as one of the bravest people you know, it never crossed your mind he could see himself in a different light.

"If you were afraid of everything, you wouldn't go to the Ministry tonight, would you?"

Neville doesn't answer you, clearly trying to process your words. Taking advantage of his silence, you add:

"Besides, the Sorting Hat would have made a different choice if you weren't brave enough to be a Gryffindor. And yet you are one."

"Are you trying to say you do find me brave?" he finally speaks again.

"Of course, silly! I never doubted that."

A soft smile lightens up his face and you're sure he believed you. Knowing how much you must've helped him, you start feeling a little better yourself.

It's been a long night, the night that's just a beginning of tough times, but this conversation made it a little bit more bearable.

#I just checked and the ask with the suggestions was send in February XD well well #if any of you have some more please send them!!! I'm actually excited to be back to writing fanfiction #hanna's writing #hannaswritingblog #fanfiction #prompt #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter prompt #neville longbottom #neville longbottom fanfiction #neville longbottom prompt #neville longbottom x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #suggested #winterxisxcomingx

[coffinwoodx]

in desperate need of a fic where kim and the skills talk. like where harry introduces kim to the skills or something like that i just really want them to interact directly 😭😭

an excellent example i read recently is GOOD MORNING VOYEUR ACCIDENT by mlemlo in the first chapter. it was very brief but harry directly names one of the furies when talking to kim and it reacts in his head

it made me so happy and i really want to read more about this so anyone please 😭🙏 recs needed

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[marvelsgirl616]

Professor Wells :)

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[sarawritestories]

How Do I Look?

(Harry Wells x Reader)

Summary: Barry and Y/N have a gala to go to hosted by the CCPD. Y/N asks her two best friends what they think of her dress. As Cisco leaves her alone with the Earth-2 scientist, the two share a brief moment, and Harry surprises her with a trick up his sleeve

Content Warning ⚠️: Fluff, just pure Fluff and a flustered Harry

Tags: @twilightlover2007 @eonash @yetanotherwells

Cisco and Harry were in their shared lab, bickering over a project they were working on. Their voices began to rise , and they were both unaware of the clicking of heels heading into the lab. Y/N entered the room in an emerald green floor length gown her hair in soft curls.

Harry and Cisco did not look up from what they were working on, their argument going to a decible that hurt her ears. "Guys," she tried to say over them. Harry began to ignore Cisco's comments and placed the pencil in his mouth screwing a bolt to whay they were working on.

Fed up with continuously being ignored, she screamed, "GUYS!" The Earth-2 Scientist and engineer stopped what they were doing to see the woman in the doorway. Harry slowly removed the pencil from his mouth as Y/N walked up to them. Emerald satin from her off the shoulder gown, swishing with every step. "I swear the way you two fight someone could sneak up on you and take you away, and you would be none the wiser."

Cisco smirked, "Well, Y/N, you dress like that more often, Harry may walk away from work now and again," immediately Harry whacked him upside the head. Cisco rubbed the back of his head, "What i meant to say was, you look beautiful."

Y/N gave him a warm smile, "Thanks, Cisco, you know Barry is in a monkey suit right -"

Cisco dropped all his tools and ran out of the room as Y/N finished, "Now.." she chuckled and looked back at Harry. "Well, Cisco fled so fast I didn't get a chance to ask him to zip me up?" She averted his gaze for a brief moment,"would you mind helping me?"

Harry cleared his throat, "Not at all," he put down his tools and wiped his hands with the closest towel and stepped toward her, "Princess, in order for me to help you, you have to turn around."

Y/N felt her face warm as she turned around. "Right, sorry." She turned around, moving her hair over shoulder a cold breeze hitting her bare back.

Harry placed a hand on her hip as he eased the zipper up. The dress fully zipped. Harry took a step back a flush on his face, "All done."

Y/N turned to face him and smiled, "Thank you, Harry." She did a twirl, "How do I look?"

The grumpy scientist gave her a rare smile as she twirled to face him oncd more, "You look absolutely beautiful, Princess. Whats the occasion?"

Y/N fanned her face with her hand warmed by the compliment, "CCPD is hosting a gala tonight. I promised Barry I would go. Though now he is taking Patty and I'll be alone, at a masquerade party." She bit her lip and shrugged, "I dont plan on staying very long. Thank you again for helping." She grabbed his biceps, rose up on her toes, and kissed his cheek. With that, she gave him a wave and walked out of the room.

Harry walked to the computer and hit the intercom button, "Ramon, get down here now!"

~10 minutes later~

Barry and Y/N were about to step out of the cortex, masks in hand, to pick up Patty when Cisco comes barrelling in. Out of breath, he puts his hands on his knees, regaining his breath, "Dude, what's wrong? Barry asked, brow raised in confusion.

Cisco stood up, taking a deep breath, ignoring his best friends question to face Y/N, "Someone didn't want you to be alone tonight."

Y/N knitted her brows in confusion to see a tall figure behind Cisco walk forward. Harry stood a black mask on his face to compliment the black suit with a tie the same green as her dress around his neck. "Harrison," she whispered, she smiled wide, "but you could get caught. Why risk it?"

He walked toward her and shrugged, "The mask will conceal me for the most part, I'm not worried. Plus, there is a beautiful woman who shouldn't have to be alone at a work event. Figured she could use a friend."

Barry and Cisco smiled as Y/N took Harry's face in her hands and pulled his face to hers until their lips touched. Barry held out his hand as Cisco pulled out money to place in his hands, clearly losing a bet as the couple pulled away. "So what do you say, Y/N," Harry asked, holding out his arm, "Shall we?"

Y/N looped her arm through his and nodded, "We shall, Doc." He smiled and escorted her out of the cortex.

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