#harrison osterfield ff

[grussell63]

Be My Date? - H.O.

BestFriend!Harrison x Reader

Words: 2.2k

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Crushing on your best friend was not something you ever planned on doing. You had seen your friends start dating their best friends only for them to break up and never speak to each other again.

The best friends to lover trope was something that only happened in movies and books. It wasn’t something that was going to happen to you, because your best friend wasn’t just your usual best friend, he was Harrison Osterfield. Actor. Model. Idiot. And last but not least the owner of the face of an angel.

You wish you could quote that stupid John Green Quote everyone had posted back in 2012, but you didn’t fall in love as you fell asleep, you would probably deny it if anyone asked but you fell hard before he even was your best friend. The minute you saw him standing across the dance floor, you felt the world around you disappear, it felt like something important had happened, like something that was supposed to happen.

The boy with the blue eyes made your heart beat like crazy - until his girlfriend, well now ex girlfriend, wrapped his arms around him before leading him to their table where his mates where waiting for him.

You had fallen in and out of love with Harrison on the night you had met for the first time. You were waiting for drinks as it was your turn to buy the next round and Harrison was the one to buy the drinks for his group.

“Six Vodka Soda and one Coke please!” You heard someone shout next to you while you were impatiently tapping your foot, hoping that the bartender was almost done with your order.

You would’ve choked on your drink if you had one to choke on when you saw that it was the guy who had captured your attention from across the room. You hated yourself for wondering how soft his hair was, because you had literally seen him with his - probably - girlfriend.

“How long have you been waiting for? Seems like it’s been a while?” You suddenly heard him say. As awkward as you were you turned around to see if he meant someone behind you, but there was no one there, “I’m talking to you.” He grinned as you faced him again.

“Feels like it’s been centuries.” You laughed, not really knowing why he was talking to you, “I ordered here like 5 minutes before you arrived.”

“Oh great, looks like you’ll be my company for the next centuries then.” He laughed as he held out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Harrison.”

You spend the next five to ten minutes talking to Harrison while you were both waiting for your drinks to be ready and you enjoyed the conversation with him a lot, but soon enough you were walking away with you drinks as he made his way towards his friends, making you assume that you were never going to see the boy with the bright blue eyes again.

Weeks passed and you would be lying if you said you thought about Harrison again, but it almost seemed like destiny that you were asked to fly out to Italy to work as an Assistant Production Coordinator on the set of a new TV Series produced by the one and only George Clooney.

Production had been going on for about three weeks when you were handed a new script to give to the kid who was playing the role of Christopher Snowden. You had been told that he was currently trying on his Uniform, so you were headed in that direction.

Harrison Osterfield

Reading the name, your mind immediately had gone back to the gorgeous boy you had met on a night out only a few months ago. You wondered what he was doing right now and if you were ever going to see him again, but it was only a few minutes later that you had been able to answer both of those questions: He was getting dressed, and yes, you would definitely see him again.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve got—” You entered the trailer where the kid was supposed to be only to be greeted by a six pack that you definitely didn’t check out longer than you were supposed to, “Shit, I’m so sorry.” You said as you turned back around, not even looking Harrison in the eye as you felt the heat creep up your cheeks.

“It’s totally fine, give me a sec, putting on a shirt.” You heard the boy say. His voice seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite put a face to it, well, that was until he told you that it was okay to turn back around.

“I’ve got your Scr— Harrison?” Your eyes widened as you found out that this Harrison was indeed your Harrison. Well, not your Harrison, but the Harrison you knew and had just thought about.

“Now that’s a nice surprise.” The boy laughed, “Are you stalking me?”

“I’ve been here for three weeks, and I was at the bar before you, so who’s the stalker now?” You grinned as you tossed him his script that he caught with a grin on his face.

“Maybe I am.” He laughed, “Honestly, you don’t know how nice it is to see a familiar face.”

“Aren’t you actors supposed to like, get along with everyone and be fine with working with new people all the time?”

“Maybe, but it’s, uhm, kind of my first like real thing and usually I was just on set because of my best mate.”

“Who’s your best mate?”

“You’re going to want to be my friend just because of my mate once I tell you.” He said in a serious tone before his all too familiar grin appeared on his face again.

“Oh please, we’ve basically been friends for centuries already.” You laughed, “But feel free not to tell me, I don’t mind.”

“It’s Tom Holland.” The blonde said, waiting for your reaction. Of course he was friends with fucking Spider-Man. Only gorgeous people were friends with gorgeous people.

“Huh? Never heard of him.” You grinned as Harrison let out a laugh, “Maybe he’ll swing by some time so I can meet him.” You winked before you left the trailer.

Harrison was in Italy for about two weeks and it was safe to say that you were definitely going to see him again after work was over. You spent a lot of time together, going on fun road and boat trips with the crew on your time off.

He left, you stayed, but the two of you texted non stop and soon a lot of inside jokes were shared and he was telling you that he was looking forward to the day you were going to be back in London. It was only a few days after you touched down back home that you met up with Harrison again.

Your friendship was becoming one of the most valuable things in your life and after a few months, he was constantly reminding you that he was indeed your best friend to which you always rolled your eyes and told him you were only there to get to Spider-Man.

To your surprise Harrison hadn’t been hesitant to introduce you to his girlfriend and friends - including Tom - which you insisted he didn’t have to because the least you wanted anyone to think of you was that you were only there because you wanted to get to the famous one.

Soon enough the two of you were celebrating your one year BFF anniversary which Harrison insisted was the day you first saw his god-like body and you had to give it to him, he wasn’t wrong.

Catch-22 premiered in a week and Harrison had just broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago. You were close friends with Tom by now, but somehow either Harrison had avoided spending time with her and you at the same time or she avoided you, but you were cool with that.

You were laying face down on your couch as you heard your front door open. You has given Harrison a key about a month ago because you he was stopping by so often, you were getting annoyed by simply getting up and walking to your front door.

“Honey I’m home.” You heard him shout only seconds before he appeared next to you.

“I would’ve sent someone else to give you your script if I had known how clingy you were going to be.” You mumbled into your pillow.

“Shut up.” He laughed before you were forced to let out a groan as your best friend had dropped his full weight onto your back.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me? Get your stupid ass off me!”

“But you’re comfy.” He mumbled as you felt his hot breath next to your ear.

The boy wrapped his arms around you and moved behind you before he pulled you into his front, leaving you completely speech- and breathless. What was happening with you? Surely your stupid crush on the boy across the dancefloor hadn’t come back, right?

You turned around in Harrison’s arms until you were facing him, which was definitely worse because now, you were looking right into his blue eyes that still managed to pull you in.

“You okay?” You asked as you saw how tired he seemed to be. Your hand automatically went to his soft curls as he nodded and closed his eyes.

“Just need a nap,” he mumbled, “and a date for the premiere next week.”

“Too bad you just got dumped.” You chuckled, making him open his eyes.

“You know I broke up with her, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but you never told me why, so I wasn’t so sure if you weren’t twisting the story a bit.” You grinned.

“You’re so funny.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled you a bit closer so you had no other choice than to wrap your arms around him and rest your head against Harrison’s chest.

You could feel his heart beat like crazy and to your own surprise, his heartbeat seemed to match yours. It was the moment you knew that your crush was back bigger than ever before and that there was no way that you’d be able to tell yourself that it was going away this time.

“Got any plans next week?” The boy mumbled into your hair before placing a kiss on top of it.

“Don’t know, what day are we talking?”

“Jesus, you’re making it very hard for me to ask you to be my date for the premiere.” Harrison chuckled as your eyes widened. Wait, what?

“You know that I am going anyway right?”

“Yes, but I was wondering if you would like to come as my date.” He asked as you pulled away from him to look him into his eyes.

“Define date.” You were still confused what was going on right now.

Gorgeous people were supposed to ask gorgeous people on a date, and Harrison was so far out of your league it was ridiculous.

“Date, as in, I broke up with my girlfriend two months ago because I realised my feelings for you were growing like crazy.” He smiled as your mouth fell open. Way to be awkward, dumbass.

“Oh shit.” You said as you let out a laugh, “I was kind of hoping to start dating Spider-Man in a bit.”

“I should have never introduced the two of you. That was definitely my fault.” He laughed, “But are you going to give me an answer or are you going to break my heart.”

“This is a lot of pressure you’re putting on me.” You grinned as your hand found its way into the curls you loved.

“Oh shut up, as if this wasn’t going to happen at some point from the day I first saw you across the dancefloor.”

“Wait, the same happened to you?”

“I had just started dating Sophia and I really liked her, but something about this girl across the dancefloor made me offer to be the next to go buy the drinks. It was confusing, but yes, it happened to me as well.” He smiled as his thumb traced your lips.

“I need to check my calendar if I’m free for that date.” You grinned.

“You just fucking told me you will be there with or without me as your date, you dumbass.” Harrison laughed.  

“Guess there is no reason to say no then.” You smiled as you felt yourself lean in, waiting to see if Harrison was going to meet you in the middle.

You were glad to see that he didn’t leave you hanging as his lips collided with your own, making you realise that the best friends to lovers trope wasn’t just a movie thing - and that it was so much better than any book could ever describe it.

Harrison Osterfield. Actor. Model. Idiot. Best Friend. Owner of a face of an angel. And last but not least:

Boyfriend.

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[kisses-holland]

bruised

A/N; This is my first imagine and i hope you guys enjoy! Let me know if you would like a part two. Requests are open as well :)

Summary: Y/N Holland and Tom Holland get into a massive argument, leaving the reader extremely hurt. Y/N ends up at a party, where, not only does she get hurt physically; but mentally as well. 

Pairing: Brother!Tom x Reader, Harrison Osterfield, Sam Holland, Harry Holland

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Angst?? Tom, Harrison and the rest of the gang are assholes, a little bit of blood

Word Count: 2.4K

“You do this every time. You start drama and all these fights and then you decide to play the victim!” Tom yelled at you. You and tom were at each other’s throats again. Constantly bickering over the littlest things, but always putting it past each other; being the fourth youngest Holland child, you were close with all of your siblings.

However, this time, this fight, was different. You had a feeling you and Tom were not gonna be able to come down from this. 

“I just want to hang out while you’re home, Tommy. You're always with Harrison or some slut you find at a party, whose name you won’t even remember. I never get to see you and I miss you, ya know?” you say, fighting the tears that were bound to spill out of your eyes. 

Tom scoffed at your reply. “You're always with your friends, you’re the one whose never home, and when you are home, you’re always cooped up in your room. Don’t play that shit with me.” he rolled his eyes, trying to get to his bedroom with Harrison hot on his trail. 

“Tom’s right, Y/N. You’ve also been kind of a bitch lately. Maybe try fixing your attitude of yours and he’ll want to hang out with you.” Harrison smirked, and walked into Tom’s room. 

To say you were shocked, is an understatement. You have always seen Harrison as another older brother, and hearing him say that to you, hurt. If not your brother, Harrison was always there for you, through everything. 

Shocked and hurt, you decided to just leave them be so you can all cool down. You sat on your bed, quiet sobs escaping you as you heard your brother and his best friend talk about you in the other room. Deciding to do something productive, you started picking out outfits for your best friend’s party tonight. Your best friend, Kait, was 17 today, and what better way to celebrate than to have a few close friends together for drinks, right?

Deciding on a sheer black top, a bralette to wear underneath, and ripped blue jeans, you decided to do your makeup and pack your overnight bag so you wouldn't have to come home drunk and disturb your family. 

While doing your makeup, you texted Kait and asked her to bring double the amount of alcohol for you, since you were wanting to forget about everything that's happened today. You gave no fucks, and you weren’t even coming home tonight, so what's the big deal?

You were wearing more makeup than you usually do, and your outfit was a bit outside your comfort zone, so when you walked downstairs and saw Sam, Harry and Paddy shoot you daggers, you weren't really surprised.

“Where you headed to?” Harry asked, arms crossed. 

“Why do you care?” You asked, not ready to deal with your other brothers.

“We don’t, we just wanna know why you’re not apologizing to Tom after today, and why you’re running away from your problems.” Sam grinned, joining his twin brother. You stared at them both, in shock. Sure, Harrison was a little rude to you, but Sam and Harry? You didn’t expect it from them. 

You were about to say something, until you heard Kait’s car outside. 

“Just tell mum I'll be staying at a friends tonight” you muttered, before leaving. 

“You seem like you need a destressor.” Kait laughed, as you got in the passenger seat of her car.

‘Tell me about it. Did you get it?” You inquired about your alcohol.

“Yup. 12 pack and a litre of vodka. Should be enough for you, right?”

“It’s perfect.”

Five hours, ten drinks, and half a bottle of vodka later, you found yourself on top of your friend, Hanna’s back, taking pictures. To say you were wasted, was an understatement. You could barely walk, let alone talk.

“Jazzy, please take more-more pictures of me and-and Han” You slurred, laughing like a maniac. 

All of a sudden, you hear a vague “watch out”, followed by a hard object connecting with your face, and you falling on the ground, not moving. 

“Oh my god, Y/N! Someone help!” you hear a faint voice yell, until everything went black.

You remember the feeling of blood dripping down and across your face. You remember the ringing in your ears, and the excruciating pain in your head. And now, here you were, in a white room that did not look anything like yours.

But then you noticed. 

“Why can i only see from one eye?” you thought. 

Immediately, you pushed a button beside your hospital bed, resulting in a nurse coming to your aid straight away. 

“Oh good, Y/N. You’re awake. How are you feeling, dear?” she asked, giving you some water and a couple pain meds.

“Why can’t I see? My head hurts so bad” you cried.

“Shh. Calm down, sweetie. Someone threw a bottle at you at a party last night. Now, I do have some news for you. That bottle fractured two bones around your eye socket. You are required to come back tomorrow morning for a check up with the plastic surgeon, and we will also need your parents’ contact information so we can let them know what happened, as your emergency contacts didn’t answer.” she stated. 

“Plastic surgeon?” you gulped. You hated hospitals. Surgeries were a whole different level..

“I'm sorry, sweetie. But if the fracture doesn’t get better on it’s own, we’re gonna have to perform the surgery.” she gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Did my friends leave my phone here?” you asked quietly. 

“They sure did.” The nurse kindly gave you your phone. “I’ll be right outside. Just push the button If you need anything” She smiled and walked away.

You furrowed your eyebrows. What were you supposed to do? Who were you supposed to call? Your parents would absolutely flip if you called them. Sam and Harry wouldn’t care, and Tom and Harrison were out of the picture. Hell, they didn’t even answer when the hospital called them. Paddy wasn’t old enough to drive yet. Your only option at this point was to take a cab, except all of your clothes were covered in blood. You groaned, because now you’re actually going to have to call your parents.

One thing about Tom is that he can’t keep his mouth shut, whether it’d be movies or exciting events, but he also can’t seem to keep things between you in situations like these. You know that he has told your parents everything, and you know your parents are disappointed as ever. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was a text from either your mum or dad, explaining how disappointed they are. 

Shaking the feeling of guilt, you quickly dialled your mum’s number. You knew that if she was listed as your emergency contact, she would answer straight away. but since your emergency contacts were Tom and Harrison, she had no idea that her daughter had slept in a hospital room overnight.

“Hello?” Nikki's groggy voice made you feel guiltier, knowing you had woken her up. It was one of the only days she had to sleep in, since she worked early hours in the morning times on weekdays.

“Mommy?” You whimpered, trying hard not to cry. You weren’t sure if it was the pain you were feeling due to your injuries, the fact that you couldn’t open your left eye, or the fact that basically your entire family was mad at you, that was causing your tears.

“Y/N? Sweetie? What happened? Aren’t you staying at Kait’s house? Why are you calling me so early? Go back to bed, hun.” Your mUm sounded like she was a little bit more awake, but after the sob that left your mouth, she was already getting out of bed.

“I did something really bad, mommy. can you please come get me? I'm sorry.” you couldn’t keep it in any longer. everything that’s happened the past day has came down on you, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it; no matter how hard you tried.

“Y/N, where are you sweetie? What happened? Dom- wake up.” You heard your mum yelling at your dad to wake him up. 

Feeling even more bad, you managed to tell her that you were at the hospital, and that you were in the emergency room.

“I’ll be there soon for you, baby. Hang on tight. I love you.” Nikki quickly hung up the phone and got dressed, running down the stairs as fast as she could, finding all four of her sons and Harrison in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Woah there mum. Slow down. Where ya headed?” Tom asked, looking at her with concern.

“Did any of you guys get a call from Y/N last night?” she asked, quickly pouring herself some coffee in a travel mug.

“No, why? We all went to bed pretty early, too.” Tom said, not wanting to talk about his little sister who he’s still infuriated with.

Truth was, he did get a call last night. Both him and Harrison did. Except, the caller was unknown, and due to safety reasons, they both agreed to not answer the phone call. Not thinking anything of the calls, both of them went to bed.

“I'll just be right back.” Nikki quickly ran out the door, barely putting on her shoes before she ran to her car, and rushed to the hospital where her only daughter was at. 

20 minutes later, after almost breaking a couple red lights and going as fast as she could, Nikki arrived at the hospital out of breath.

After being led to your room, she immediately gasped at the sight. There you were, dry blood all across your face. your left eye was purple and swollen shut. A big bandage was covering your eyebrow and half your forehead. 

“Oh my- baby girl” Your mom cried as she held you.

“I'm sorry mommy. I shouldn't have went out last night. I'm so sorry” You sobbed, trying to ignore the pain coming from your eye. “I can't see from my left eye, mom. please help me.” You started wailing. Sure, bad things happened to you now and then, but this? 

“Who did this to you, baby? I promise I'm not mad. Just tell me what happened” She asked, helping you up and change out of your hospital gown.

“I-I don't know. I was taking pictures with Hannah and all of a sudden I felt something hit me and I fell to the ground. The nurse told me that someone had thrown a bottle at me. I don’t know if it was an accident or on purpose, and I don’t know who it was. I'm sorry, mum.” You cried, as more tears slipped out. 

Nikki quickly pulled you into her warm embrace, and you suddenly felt safe again. 

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” You were signed out of the hospital, with the nurses giving you sympathetic looks on the way. 

“Can I sleep when I get home? I'm tired.” You say. Considering the fact that it was 7:30 in the morning, Nikki did not deny your request.

“Anything for you, baby” She sighed, wanting so desperately to know who hurt her daughter, and why they had done it.

20 minutes later, you were home. Nikki unlocked the door and you were greeted with all of your brothers and Harrison eating breakfast. you tried so desperately to hide your face, but just your luck, paddy had seen it before you could even dash up the stairs to your beloved bed. 

“Y/N?” Paddy asked frantically. He had never seen anyone in this state, let alone his own sister. 

And just like that, all eyes were on you. 

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[hazinhoodies]

Smoked Out

Firefighter!Harrison x Reader

Warnings: There's a fire and a weak attempt at titling. otherwise none

A/N: Uh yeah here's this it might be kinda boring but dead heat was getting notes again so here's a third firefighter fic

Word count: 4.2k

Quack! Quack! Quack!

Harrison’s alarm stirs you awake. He never used the default alarm, something about the default alarm being too jarring, though any alarm is supposed to be annoying, isn’t that the point of an alarm? You’d never bothered to question his logic. You tap him with the hand that was on his chest. He rarely woke up to his alarm but it woke you up so you’d gotten used to the routine of waking him up since moving in together. It was always the same every morning. You’d wake up and, in your semi-conscious state, attempt to shake him awake. He’d groan, squeeze his arms tighter around you, and mutter something along the lines of ‘five more minutes’. You’d have to persist in waking him up despite how much you wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms. Where you were warm. Where you knew he was safe.

But it’s four a.m. and duty calls.

Eventually, Harrison rolls over and turns off the alarm, taking his arms away from around you and letting the cool air send goosebumps across your skin.

You were awake now, as Harrison ran through his morning routine, so you’d start your own. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you pulled Harrison’s shirt tighter around you in an attempt to stay warm. Harrison hopped in the shower while you started coffee for him and a tea for you. By the time he was out and dressed the coffee was ready and your tea was half gone.

You leaned against the counter, holding your mug with both hands while Harrison poured his coffee for himself. He leaned against the opposing counter. There was a comfortable silence between you two, Harrison was lost in his thoughts, his gaze locked on some random cupboard while you did something similar.

You always got nervous before his twenty four hour shifts. They scared you, there was so much time for everything to go wrong.

Harrison snapped out of his thoughts, finally realizing that he’d been staring at a cupboard for the past ten minutes. He leaned further against the counter and kicked the side of your leg gently, really just bumping it and pulling you out of your thoughts. Even once you’d looked up he continued to do so.

“What?” You spoke quietly, your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Nothin’. Just love you” Harrison continued to tap your calf rhythmically.

“Oh, so you kick me?” You reply in mock offence, holding back a chuckle.

“Yep,” Harrison pops the ‘p’.

“That’s not nice”

“ ‘S a shame” You could see a small smile pulling at his lips. You start to do the same thing to him and it pulls a laugh out of the both of you. Eventually, he stops, grin still plastered on his face. He stands up straight and places his mug behind you before taking your own and doing the same. His hands fall to your waist.

“You took my tea” You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers finding their place in his hair.

“It was empty anyway, love” He leans down and presses his lips softly to yours and pulls away a couple of seconds later.

“I’m so proud of you”, You say after a moment of silence between the two of you, your hands still fiddling with the curls at the back of his neck.

“Why’s that?” Harrison responds and you can’t help but roll your eyes. He definitely knows, but you'll indulge him.

“You’ve worked so hard for this promotion and you finally got it”

“Yeah this week has really been the best week of my life,” Harrison starts, “Finally got promoted to Lieutenant, got the girl of my dreams to say she’ll marry me,” He says the last half against your lips, kissing them once he’d finished talking.

“She must be lucky”

“If I didn’t have to leave for work I would tell her every reason I love her” You can’t help but smile as he kisses your hairline, “But then I’d be spoiling part of my vows” He whispers the last part and you roll your eyes at him, the same smile still on your lips.

“Stay safe today, please” Your left-hand falls from his hair, tracing down his neck then over his shoulder that’s covered by his dark blue station t-shirt. It continues down his bicep, forearm, until finally, it reaches his hand. Your hand and his both grab for each other.

“I always am” He whispers back to you, his hand squeezing your own.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry. I already almost lost you once, I can’t imagine what’d happen if I actually did” The last sentence was mumbled. You worried that if you talked about him dying, then he actually would. That’s the last thing you wanted.

You had never been sure how he made it out of that accident alive. Persistence you supposed, only those who want to live, do. How the fuck does someone survive a tree going into their chest? The doctors had told you that had it been only a few centimetres over, it would have scraped his heart.

You had never believed in miracles until then.

“I’ll be safe. I’ll come back to you tomorrow, I promise” You pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips barely brushing the skin before Harrison rested his chin on the top of your head, mumbling a small ‘I love you’ into your hair.

He pulled away to go and get his coat while you placed the mugs into the sink, they were a problem for later. You headed back towards the bedroom, knowing you’d meet Harrison halfway as he was about to leave.

“I love you, I’ll see you when I come home,” Harrison says as his left arm winds around your waist, his right holding his coat. You leaned up as he leaned down and your lips pressed together. This was in no way a goodbye kiss. It was an ‘I’ll see you later’ kiss. A ‘come home to me’ kiss. A ‘You’ve got to come home’ kiss. An “I’ll always come back to you” kiss

“I love you, too, lieutenant” You replied with a wink when you pulled away. Like he always did, Harrison leaned down a pressed one last kiss to your lips, this one much shorter than the first, and flashed you a smile as he opened the door. And you, like always, kept the door open and waved once he got in the elevator. You only shut the door once the elevator door shut down the hall.

Now, on schedule, you fell back asleep alone. It was 4:46 am, only a couple minutes difference from previous days, though the times never differed by much. Crawling into bed, you switched your pillow with Haz’s, something you did on days where you had a gut feeling something was going to go wrong, though it never did. You pulled the duvet over your shoulder and up to your chin before letting yourself lull back to sleep.

Harrison’s morning was boring. He and a couple of other trucks had to go out of the city a bit to where a tanker truck had rolled, they were mostly there to supervise in case any gas started leaking from it or if anything happened suddenly. He was there for a couple of hours before getting called back to the station. That morning and afternoon he had a school presentation on fire safety. Quite honestly, Harrison loved the school presentations. Especially with Tom by his side for them. He was pretty sure that the kids got a sense of how close Tom and Harrison were, so that made the presentation just that much more fun for them. The kids were adorable, they were so amazed by everything that they did. Even if he got the same types of questions every time he never hesitated to answer them. He always told the same story of the skyscraper as his coolest fire story. Yes, he’s gotten a cat out of a tree. Yes, it was scary at first. Yes, it’s a lot of hard work. The kids got some time to take photos with the fire truck and then that was the end of it.

Harrison got some time to relax and work out when he got back to the station around four that day. He’d been away from you all day and that on its own was exhausting for him. Not that he hadn’t been texting you all day. He told you about the cutest kid at each school, as he always did. They made his heart melt.

After a quick workout and a shower, he decided it was nap time. You take every chance you can get to sleep on this kind of job. When he woke up he’d do some station organization and maybe see how the new rookies are doing, another Lieutenant is with them at the moment, probably running drills, Harrison would worry about that later.

Your morning was okay. You woke up around ten and did some chores for the most part. Starting with cleaning up the scattered clothes around your room from the aftermath of your date last night. You placed Harrison’s suit jacket on the end of the bed, the previously crisp white button-down on top of it, and then your dress, navy blue to match his suit, on top of that. You’d have to get them dry cleaned later.

You moved into dishes after tossing in a load of laundry. You turned on the water and poured some soap onto your sponge and into the water before picking up your mug from earlier. It wasn’t until you saw a small glint on your hand that you paused your washing. Placing everything down on the counter, you dried off the minimal amount of water on your hands and carefully twisted the silver ring off of your finger.

You admire the diamond on it while wondering how you’d forgotten about it so quickly. It just felt natural to have it on. The ring was perfect for you, really. Harrison had said that he told Joshua Kane what he thought you’d like and JK had taken it from there. God, you loved this man. A simple round diamond sat on top of intricately shaped silver, the metal strands cross over each other and then again before coming together into a single band that wraps around your finger. You dry off the ring and place it on the counter. You’d put it back on when you finished the dishes.

The rest of the day continued fairly normally. You took a nap expecting to be woken up by the timer you’d set for laundry, instead woken by an excitable Monty wanting a walk. So you do. You took out the final load of laundry and fold it before you take him out for a walk. In the meantime, you drop off your dress and Harrison’s suit to be dry cleaned. You grabbed a quick coffee and lunch and then took Monty into the country to let him run around and exert all his energy.

When you got back, it was around dinner so you ate leftovers from your date with Harrison the night before and called your mum. Afterwards watching some random, mildly entertaining show on Netflix while giving some much-needed attention to Monty.

Harrison called you and the two of you recounted your days, really nothing interesting on either part. He told you about some of the kids from the school. They had opened up the trucks for them and let them look around and ask as many questions as they’d like. Two of the kids had even asked to put on Tom and Harrison’s helmets and jackets. The heavy coats went past the nine-year-olds feet and dragged on the floor. One of the teachers had snapped a photo of the two boys with Harrison and Tom squatted down next to them.

You smiled at Harrison’s enthusiasm, you knew he loved it when he got to work with the kids, and you loved hearing the stories and just how happy he got about them. The way his eyes lit up and his smile filled his face, even if you weren’t there to see it, you could hear it in his tone. You fell in love with him even more than you thought was possible.

People told you that it was impossible to start a family with firefighters. That there just wasn’t time, but you’re sure somehow you’d make it work if you and Harrison decided to.

By the time you hung up, it was nearly half-past nine. Harrison had to leave for a call and you figured that Monty needed another walk, a short one, before you’d head to bed. You returned an hour later from what was supposed to be a short walk with an exhausted Monty and you certainly weren’t going to turn down the opportunity to sleep now. Within twenty minutes you were asleep.

The night was dry, there were a couple calls but none that Harrison had to go one. He took this opportunity to nap quickly, half an hour, any more and he won’t be fully awake if there is a call. He knows better than to make that mistake again. When he gets up, a couple of people are still asleep on the bunks around him, Tom being one of them and a couple of rookies; Thompson, Grant, and Cai. He doesn’t bother them, instead, going to spend time doing something useful and go for a run on one of the station treadmill.

He’s not sure how long it’s been, it’s nearly 230 am, nearing the end of his shift, when the alarm rings through the station. Listening to the P.A. call that follows after, he realizes that it’s everyone that has to go. Harrison turns off the treadmill and wipes his forehead. As he jogs over to the truck to get in gear, it occurs to him that the address being said isn’t even in his stations’ covered area.

In fact, it’s his address that’s being blasted over the P.A.

Tom looks at him as he pulls the suspenders over his shoulders. Concern was written all over his face. Harrison knows what he’s asking. He’s asking about you. Harrison shoots back an expression that he hopes Tom reads as not sure, I hope not. Toms face relaxes as he continues to put on his boots and jacket but truthfully he prays that you were okay. You were a good friend of his too and he could hardly imagine Harrison’s devastation if anything happened to you.

Once Harrison was settled in the passenger seat of the truck, he dug into the pocket of his pants for his phone, sending you a text asking if you were okay. He kept his phone in his hand, waiting for it to vibrate and let him know that you were okay. When he got to the building, he could see heavy smoke coming out of the windows on the right side of the building on multiple floors. He immediately looked towards where he knew his apartment was, where he knew the bedroom window was, where you were possibly sleeping, and there’s no smoke coming out of it. Yet. The floor below is going strong but he wasn’t told to go to your floor, he’s told to go up higher, he’s better at preserving oxygen than a lot of the people on his shift, making him ideal for eleventh and twelfth floor, the top floors of the building.

Harrison looks for you in the group of people on the sidewalk across the street but he doesn’t spot you anywhere. He knows that he’d recognize the pink pyjama bottoms you always wore but there was nothing that vibrant in the crowd.

“Someone will bring her down, mate. She’ll be alright” Tom reassures with a firm hand on his shoulder. Harrison nods and looks towards Tom as he pulls the mask up and the visor down. Giving him one final nod before they run into the building and up the stairs to their floors. Harrison finds his floor almost entirely vacant except for one teenager who had been knocking on doors to make sure everyone was out and one dog. He thanks the boy for his help, instructing him to pull his shirt over his nose while they head back down the stairs. Meanwhile, he carries the small yorkie in one arm, the other helping guide the boy down to the main floor where more ambulances have gathered. He hands the dog off to another firefighter that he doesn’t recognize to find an owner.

The second floor Harrison has to cover is entirely empty, no one left. Even as he checks every room of every apartment he finds it empty. No pets, no one sleeping. Empty. He’s thankful and hopes that other floors are like that. Back down out in front of the building, Harrison pulls his mask down to speak better and save oxygen. He lets the captain know that the floors are cleared as others do the same about their floors. Toms next to him as both of them scan the crowd of people for you or Monty. Surely you would’ve ran to find him by now. The unsettling feeling inside his stomach only increases when his ears tune into something going on next to him.

“Sixth floor cleared captain” Thompson announces from next to him.

“Are you sure?” Harrison asks frantically to a confused Thompson, who only nods. “You checked every single apartment?”

“Yeah” Thompson draws out. Tom continues to search the crowd, no luck.

“You went into every apartment and checked every room to make sure everyone was out?” Thompson nods.

“Well” he starts, Harrison can already feel his blood boiling before he finishes the statement. “I did at first and then there was nothing turning up so I just banged on the doors, opened them up and shouted real loud to save time”

“So then the floors not fucking clear, is it?” Harrisons shouting now, nothing can explain how enraged he is, “That’s not even a rookie mistake, that’s just idiocy. Why the fuck would you do that?” He punctuates his question by pushing Thompson by the shoulders, causing him to take a few steps back. Harrison will feel guilty about it later, he’ll apologize when that happens but for now, he’s too busy pulling the mask up and adjusting his helmet as he runs back into the building, Tom in close tow behind him.

You woke up to the fire alarm ringing in the hallway. You hopped out of bed to see smoke filling up the room through the bottom of the door. You get down and crawl over to the door and feel the knob with the back of your hand which burns as soon as you touch it. Carefully you back away from the door and sit in the opposite corner of the room. Monty comes at sits with his head rested in your lap, nose digging into your hip. You pull a blanket off of your bed and over your nose, adjusting it so that it sits over all of Monty. You sit there for a little longer, you’re not quite sure how long, it could have been thirty minutes for all you know. You hear someone bang on the door and shout, you try to shout back, make a noise, anything, but all that comes out is a squeak and then a cough. You hear the door slam shut and tilt your head back against the wall. You spend the next probably twenty minutes but what feels like forever sitting there, focusing on your breathing, trying to keep it shallow and slow, while petting Monty to try and keep him and yourself calm.

“Y/n?” You hear a shout, instantly recognizing it to be Harrison and you try to shout back, keeping your eyes closed so the smoke doesn’t hurt them too much. The door swings open, banging against the wall, followed by heavy footsteps towards you. “Y/n” he repeats, calmer this time. You open your eyes and despite the burning the smoke causes, you’re met with blue eyes, ones that you know oh so well. It makes you breathe easier. For just a second before the smoke makes you close your eyes again you think that you saw tears.

“I’m gonna carry you down okay? Just wrap your arms around my neck and let me do the rest.” You nod and Harrison takes this as his cue to get you out.

Harrison takes a deep breath and holds it as he takes off his oxygen mask, giving it to you instead. He slowly lets out small puffs of air in spaced out intervals, trying to preserve his air as long as possible. He puts one arm under your knees and the other around your back while your arms go around his neck like he said. He starts to lift you up when you let out a singular word in a breathy voice.

“Monty”

“I’ll get him,” Tom pipes up and lifts Monty up effortlessly, following Harrison out of the building.

Once he’s far enough away from the building and behind the trucks he sets you down carefully, immediately wrapping his arms around you. You reciprocate, pulling him tighter to you momentarily until you pull off the mask. Harrison’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he looks at you. He takes off his helmet, throwing it to the floor so that he can lean in and press his lips against yours. Over and over and over again just wanting to feel you close to him. Relish in the feeling of having you in his arms.

“I was so worried about you” Harrison lets out through a choked sob. They were definitely tears and now they run down his cheeks, making evident trails down his face.

“‘M okay, Haz. Right here, Harrison, right here.” You reassure as he pulls you back into a hug, resting his chin on your head and placing soft kisses into your hair, ignoring the overwhelming smell of smoke that will likely take you days to get off.

A paramedic taps you on your shoulder and directs you over to her ambulance where you sit while she checks you over for any burns, nursing the burn on the back of your hand while Harrison and Tom go back in again to put out the fire. Once it’s out Harrison immediately walks over to the ambulance you’re at as the paramedic wraps your hand.

“Hey, lieutenant,” You say, removing the mask momentarily to speak. Harrison pushes it back against your face, a cute grin on his lips.

“Put the mask back on. Don’t be like me” He chuckles and you do too as he hops up on the back of the ambulance with you, starting to take off his jacket. You can’t help but watch his arms as he pulls off the jacket, letting it fall behind him. The paramedic takes your mask from you, hanging it up and handing Harrison a different line. Before placing it over his face he leans over and whispers in your ear.

“Only the paramedic that I have a crush on gets to take off my jacket for me” You shake your head at him, the reference to when you had first asked him out made you smile. The stupid grin on your lips never faded as the paramedic checks over him, finding nothing. After a few minute,s she hangs up the oxygen mask and signals for the two of you to hop out.

“Thank you” You mumble, pulling Harrison into a hug before he can even get his jacket on. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you.

“For what?”

“Saving me”

“I shouldn’t have had to. If he’d only done his job-”

“Harrison it’s okay. You can deal with him later. For now can we go somewhere to stay for the rest of the night?” You press a hand against his cheek and Harrison leans into your touch. He relishes in the warmth that your hand provides for a moment before nodding.

“My spare bedroom is free for you guys if you’d like” Tom pipes up from a little bit away from you two, giving the two of you space while he pets and plays with Monty, keeping him occupied while you and Harrison reunite.

“We should probably stop back at the station first, finish the report and grab our stuff but then we’ll be on our way over. Can you take Monty over and we’ll meet you there after?” You nod and Harrison gives you a small peck before you squat done to call Monty over to you. Monty runs up and nearly knock you over as he jumps up onto you, licking your face and neck. Harrison and Tom are soon called away and Tom shouts back where the spare key is as they head back to the trucks.

And only a few minutes after you’d gotten settled into bed in Tom’s spare bedroom,  familiar arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest and pressing kisses into your hair as the strange and comforting faint scent of smoke mixing with cologne and shampoo engulfs you as well. You turn around in his arms and press your lips against his.

A “you came back” kiss.

He’ll always come back to you.

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[coffee-and-hollands]

Love Will Find A Way

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Blurb: The bestest of friends lost their way and are now just another passing face in the school hallway, but sometimes love overcomes the difficulties and finds its way back home.

Warnings: Swearing. Teenage angst. 

A/N: Thanks to my sweet friend who gave me this idea, you know who you are. Very loosely based of the relationship of Nala and Simba ;). Thought I would give Haz some love given he wasn’t apart of game night with the boys. Pretty proud of this fic tbh and I really love it. 2093 words, probably with punctual errors and spelling mistakes (I did proof read but not amazing at English skills so, whoops). 

Walking up the steps to the building of hell, Y/N wished she was anywhere but here. It was her final year of high school; decisions for the future must be made and many childhood memories are to be left behind. Sadly, for Y/N, those memories are the only good ones she has.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” He called as he jumped onto the couch which was an elephant in size compared to his small figure, “I’m gonna start without you.” His sweet bird-like voice rung through the walls as he hoped for a reply.

Y/N, too small to reach the popcorn in the cupboard, was manoeuvring her stool to try and grab the packet of salty goodies.

“Just a minute!” She yelled as she finally grabbed the packet, “don’t start without me! I have to pop the popcorn!” To her surprise, she heard the familiar tunes of Disney logos at the beginning of every film. She ran from the kitchen, dropping the popcorn as she went, to reach the source of the familiar sounds. “I said to wait!” She said hands on her hips as she looked into the boy’s bright blue eyes.

“we don’t need popcorn,” he replied looking back at the screen as he tapped the large cushion next to him. After no reply, he looked back to find her glaring eyes waiting for the right response. “C’mon Y/N, it’s our favourite movie!” He pleases pointing at the TV in hope of persuading her. Looking from the TV back to the blonde boy, she finally gave in.

“Fine,” She said as she sat next to him and cuddles together, their friendship impossible to break as ‘The Lion King’ began to play.

“Get out of the way loner!” Called Y/N back to the sad reality of school. As she walked through the halls she saw different people and different friendships, sadly none of them were with her. Her hopes of finding the right friend were decreasing rapidly as names were called and unwanted glares were found everywhere she went. Y/N had been searching for one friendly face in the crowd for years in these halls, never finding the right kind soul. Tears formed in her eyes as she rushed to close her locker and find the closest bathroom. Colours began to blur as the growing mass of tears distorted her vision. She knew she was close to the bathrooms, she knew this path all too well. Nearly there just hold the tears in. Looking down in hopes of hiding any rogue tears she blindly guided herself to the bathroom entrance, only to be obstructed by a hard force.

“Y/N?”

The all too familiar voice, one she hadn’t heard her name from in years. The sweet memories from her childhood. Flashes of sapphire blue and pale gold, her favourite colours. All because of him. The feeling of warm hands electrifying the cold hard skin of her arms awoke her from her trance. She looked up through her watery eyes to find the beautiful blue of the sky looking right at her. “Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked again, concerned for the fragile girl in front of him. With too many emotions clouding her mind, she acted in the only cold-hearted way she knew.

“I’m fucking fine. Just leave me alone, you’ve done it for the past five fucking years, you might as well keep it like that.” She blurted out in a fit of emotions as she wriggled out of his comforting grip. Turning away, she scurried into her sacred oasis of sinks and toilets, wishing for the day to end. As she secluded herself from the rest of the world, she searched for a simpler time, a time of pure joy and happiness.

The bright rays of the sun began to dissipate as the sun set behind the clouds in the horizon as the young girl leaned over the fence to be with the blued eyed boy.

“Okay, Timon or Pumba?” The young boy asked curiousity filling his bright eyes.

“You can’t ask that,” she replied with a childish frustration, “they’re inseparable”, she finished off as she stretched her small legs to allow her to see the blonde boy. 

“Kinda like Nala and Simba” he commented looking straight at her as joy spread across his face, secretly wishing for the afternoon to never end, just to be with her.

“Darling? Dinner’s ready,” called a sweet voice ringing into the backyard catching the attention of the young pair. whipping her head back to the blonde boy she sent an apologetic face to him.

“I gotta go,” she stated reluctantly as she began to walk backwards towards her home whilst his bright blue eyes watched her every step. Blush creeping up her cheeks, she turned away from the smiling boy as they parted for the night.

“See ya later, Nala!” He cheerfully yelled as he waved, hoping for her to turn around one more time. Luckily, she did with a grin spread across her face.

“Bye, Simba.” she replied giggling at their new nicknames as she waved back.

Walking into her home, the young girl replayed her afternoon in her mind, drifting to a happy state, unaware of her mother watching her grin widen even further.

“Darling, do you like that boy?” called her mother as she was brought back into reality. Once again, her cheeks heated up to a crimson red as she smiled at her shoes. 

“Maybe,” she replied quietly as she admitted her feelings that had been growing for months now. She only hoped that he felt the same, she had a sneaking suspicion that he did.

 The sound of running water awoke Y/N from her dreaming as her tears stained her notebooks. Y/N knew Harrison no longer felt anything for her, despite how much she wishes she was wrong. It was quite evident as their abrupt end to their friendship left her heart broken but let him thrive.

It was Saturday. Finally. A day where no one could tease and torture Y/N to tears. It was the best day of the week. No unwanted stares. No interruptions. Nothing.

Throughout the day grey clouds had lingered over the town with the prospect of rain. Y/N found herself sitting on her bed, curtains open, as she read her new favourite book series. Coffee in hand, she read the story longingly, hoping for the day she could feel as happy as the characters. As her mind drifted into the thrilling story, the soothing sound of pattering rain interrupted her thoughts. She glanced up from her book to watch the street gradually glisten with rain water.

The clouds created a grey gloom outside, however it was a calming sight to Y/N. The softened greens of the trees and the faint brown of the pathway filled her mind, distracting her from her novel. Closing her eyes, Y/N listened to the song of the soft rain combined with the sweet tones of the birds chirping. Slowly opening her eyes to continue reading, she took one more glance out the window to the street.

The contrasting colours of bright blue and pale but strong gold against the dull hues of the street caught her off guard. The soft but strong gold began to glisten as the rain water seeped into the blonde lo. Baffled by the new colours, Y/N found herself staring outside, her book long forgotten. How? Why? Was all that was going through her mind. Why was her mind playing tricks on her? She tried shaking the colours from her mind but every time she blinked, they were still there.

Then out of nowhere, the ocean blue brightened as it focused on her through the rain and the window. As the blue seeped into her soul, all the childhood memories of happiness with the blue eyes boy reappeared.

Harrison

Without any hesitation she put her cold coffee on her bedside table and jumped off her bed. Sprinting out of her room, forgetting about shoes and the rain, she slammed into the front door. Swinging the door open, she was ever so closer to the blue-eyed boy. Taking one step, she found the pressure from the past five years reappear. With the sudden realisation of the situation and everything that needed to be faced, she stopped just as the rain fell on her tangled hair. Her mind was so clouded with emotions, she was unaware of the tears that slid down her cheeks. The build-up of tears distorted her view, but she could still see the pale gold and vibrant blue of the boy she missed as he walked towards her.

Five years ago, Y/N’s world changed rapidly; all because of Harrison. It started with his new friend Tom; there was nothing wrong with Tom but two’s company, three’s a crowd. With new commitments with Tom, Haz drifted from Y/N. The final straw was when he moved houses. From being neighbours and best friends to mutuals who lived on opposite sides of town, their relationship ceased to exist. They still saw each other at school, but it felt wrong and eye contact became awkward. Y/N was distraught; her parents tried everything to make her smile how Haz could make her smile with a simple giggle. She never found another friend that was as perfect as Harrison, even if he did leave her, he was all she could wish for in a friend. She knew she felt more than that, but it was unreachable, so she clung to the idea of being friends again.

“Y/N?” Called her back to the situation of cold rain water soaking her sweats. Looking up, she found the oasis of his blue eyes watching her every move, unaware of how she would react. His warm hands found their way to her arms again, protecting her from collapsing. Y/N abruptly swung her arms around his firm body as her face sunk against his chest, inhaling his aroma. The overwhelming familiarity of his scent, his touch, all of him, sent her into overdrive as her tears fell at a faster pace than the pattering rain surrounding the pair. Y/N felt his comforting arms encircle her into a full embrace, protecting her from the rain. The pair stayed connected for what seemed like an eternity; a cocoon of emotions that had built up over five long painful years. Breaking the silence, Y/N found the strength to speak into his warm chest.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” she muffled as she continued to sob, “I shut you out for five years thinking you hated me, but I see it now.” Her sobs were consistent as she lifted her head up to study his features again. “You always cared for me, even if you left me. I’m sorry I didn’t get along with Tom, I thought he was going to take you from me; but that was my fault, I pushed you away.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she finally let everything out. Five years of pain, sadness and loneliness.

Seeing the pain in her eyes, Harrison wiped the tears off her cheeks feeling the warmth of her face electrify his thumb as he held her cheek. “You don’t have to apologise,” he stated as he caressed her face even as the rain poured over them. “It doesn’t matter now, all that matters now is us.” At those words Y/N’s mind went into a frenzy. For years she had believed that he felt nothing for her, hardly even a friendly thought. Her state of mind had hidden the fact that he felt so much for her. Lost for words, she found herself staring into his love-filled eyes, hoping there was enough love in his heart for her. Distracted by her thoughts, Y/N found a new warmth on her face.

His lips were on hers. The fiery warmth of their affection brought her back to her senses as she kissed him back. Her hands found their way to his golden hair as he brought her closer to him by her waist. Their delicate kiss lasted for an eternity as their soft intimacy encapsulated them. Breaking apart from the kiss with a gasp for air, Harrison found himself staring into her beautiful eyes as their foreheads leaned on another. Closing his eyes, he found himself enraptured by the moment as he searched for the four golden words.

“I love you, Nala.”

Giggling at the return of their nicknames, Y/N smiled up and the beautiful boy as she replied with you only words she could say,

“I love you too, Simba.”

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[mehphoobia]

Can you write something like Tom was just shopping around and spotted reader in a book store because she’s a really big good nerd and he just thought “ wow she’s so pretty” but Tom never made the move until reader noticed that he started coming around the library more often

THE LIBRARY

Pairing- Tom Holland x reader (ft. Harrison Osterfield)

Summary- Yet another love story started in the library. Yours..

Warnings- none (Not me smiling the entire while time writing it)

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"The planes looked like distant pinpoints at first, and the few who saw them took them seriously even up to their moment when they dropped their payload. An army private.." you mumbled as you read your book. The page of your notebook was now shrinking as you started recording your notes in them. With your glasses comfortably sitting on your nose, your eyes scanning through the pages of your book, you finished another assignment.

"Three down, two to go" a smile crept on your face as you stacked your assignment notes and stapled them together. Your chair made a screeching sound as you got up to put the book your were reading earlier in its place and grab a new one.

Before starting the same saga of flipping through the pages and reducing the life of your notebook, you decided to take a break for five minutes. After around three hours or so you slipped your glasses away from your face. Your glasses on the other hand did not like being woken up so they left two marks on either side of your nose. You rubbed out those marks so they would blend in your skin. Looking outside the glass window, there it was. The departure of the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and red. On concentrating on the view for long enough, you saw you reflection staring back at you. All you could see was a nerd who somewhere was lost within pages of a book on a shelf no one was interested in reading anymore, little did they know that the book had so much more to offer.

"Are you done?" Harrison grunted . While he stood outside a store, Tom was busy flirting with the cashier as she scanned the price tag for all of his clothes. "In a minute" Tom answered back and Harrison scoffed at how long Tom's one minute can be. Finally after a busy shopping trip which by the way was supposed to be a grocery shopping, Tom and Harrison were headed back to their dorm.

"Wanna stop for a coffee? You look tired." Tom questioned after he saw a coffee shop on the curb. After the exhausting shopping trip and waiting for hours, Harrison was not able to say no to the refreshing offer. So there he was standing in a que while Tom sat on the chair nestled between the shopping bags. "So much for me being tired" Harrison scoffed.

Tom was busy updating his Instagram page with the mirror selfies that he had taken earlier. But how could he say no to the beautiful sunset before him, he had to capture it. As his camera opened on the screen of his phone and while he adjusted the position, he titled his head to get a better view. A better view of you.

Somehow as he adjusted his camera, the lens caught you. He looked at you with wonder in his eyes. The way you looked at the sunset as if it was your only escape from the world, how the strands of your hair beautifully adorned your face. He had found the pretty girl who was once lost within the pages.

"Now don't tell me you wanna go to the library." Harrison exclaimed as he settled the coffee mugs on the table. "Who is she?" Tom blurted out. "Who is who" Harrison's eyes scanned the entire café. Tom looked at Harry and held his head and turned it in your direction. "Oh that's Y/N. She is in our college." he informed. "Yeah our college is the only college in this area bud" said Tom.

"Let's go home. We have assignments to submit." explained Tom. Harrison looked at him with wide eyes. "YOU want to go complete your ASSIGNMENTS?" he enquired. "Yes we might have to visit the library too." Tom said as he stole a glance at you. Harrison saw that and he smiled in content that Tom was going to library because of you not his so called assignments. "As long as you don't go crazy." murmured Harrison.

The next few days, something felt weird. You could feel somebody's gaze on you which was very rare. Why would someone look at you. Deciding it to ignore it for a couple of days, you somehow two weeks.

"Why won't you go talk to her?" Harrison finally asked Tom. He was done with the games Tom was playing. Tom came to library every single day, sat there for hours looking at you but he never made a move. "I can't just go to her!" screeched Tom. The sudden high pitched sound attracted the librarian. "You can't go talk to her?" scoffed Harrison. That's it, he knew his friend was going crazy.

After contemplating his life's decisions and endless debate, he finally got up and walked towards you. "Hello" he whispered. The noted that you were writing suddenly stopped as you rose your head towards him. "Hi?" you said. He could practically melt at your honey voice but he set it aside for some other day. "I am Tom." he said awkwardly. Never in his life as he ever been this shy before. "My name is Y/N. Please have a seat. I am not punishing you for staring at me for the past two weeks." you said effortlessly which surprised you.

At his embarrassment you chuckled and watching you chuckle bought a smile to his face. Harrison watched with adoration in his eyes as he watched his friend's eyes turn into crescents when he talked to you. He smiled at the way a love story unfolded in front of his eyes.

Thats when he knew, "He is not crazy, by God he is whipped."

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A/N: Oh man..I get such wonderful requests that somehow manage to bring a smile on my face. My dear anon thank you so much for making my day 100x better. I hope this fic does justice to your request. 😊

The requests are open so go ahead and send me your plots. 💌💌

REQUESTS OPEN

Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers of World War II by Liza Mundy. [The book that I quoted earlier in the fic. Its a wonderful book on American Women. For those who love History do go check it out, you wont be disappointed. Its available on kindle.] 🥳

Love yourself...you are worth it ❣❣

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[bigilante]

#oh ffs #😤😤😤😤 #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #im going to block him😩 #upload #hjosm #also his tie and socks match i cant with this man

[the-wretched-and-joyful]

Hi, yes are we NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS??

WHERE MY HARRISON GIRLS AT??

@fanficparker @parkerpeter24 @hollandbroz-n-haz

#harrison osterfield #haz Osterfield #is it just me?? #OR IS HE GETTING EVEN HOTTER ON A DAILY BASIS? #like #ffs #he makes my heart stop #and beat faster #at the same time!

[suburbanswiftie]

STOP THIS MADNESS.

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #oh damn never seen that color blue #ffs

[eightmakar]

Taking Control | Three

(Hogwarts!Tom AU + Bestfriend!Tom AU)

Teaser || One || Two 

Summary: How do you work up the courage to confess your love to your best friend?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst

(a/n: hi guys!! i’ve been blown away by the support of this story, so as a thank you i’m extra motivated to write!! i got my information on animagi from pottermore and my bby @jellalyrancher  is my hogwarts fact checker so a special thx to her!! check out my masterlist here :))) i lov u guys and message me for tags!!!)

You stormed off to find Tom. But without any semblance of a plan, you stopped in the middle of the hallway.

How could you possibly express to him how much you really loved him?

It wasn’t just one thing. It was everything about him.

His laugh, his smile, the way he teased you. His body, oh Lord, his body. The way your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. The way he hugged you, scooping you up and holding you tightly like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. His beautiful chocolate curls that you’d spent many a time by the fire in the Common Room running your fingers through as he slept in your lap. The way he grinned when he returned from the kitchen with freshly baked sticky buns, courtesy of his House Elf friends he’d made his first year. The way he looked atop a broomstick playing Quidditch. His triumphant expression when you won a Quidditch match, sweat pouring down his forehead into his eyes, taking his curls with it. The curve of his jaw, the smooth skin of his neck that was practically begging to be kissed. His hands, his long fingers. His stupid left eyebrow that you desperately wanted to shape correctly, but he always refused to let you. The gleam he got in his eye when he was intently listening in Care of Magical Creatures. You could go on for days about your Tom.

Where would you even find him? Was he in the bathroom still? He said he’d meet you in Transfigurations, but Harrison was in class with you two as well, and you didn’t know if he was serious or not when he threatened to lock you and Tom in a broom closet. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad, being locked in a closet with Tom.

You were just stomping around the castle aimlessly; you didn’t have a rhyme or reason to where you were going, but you ended up by the Transfigurations room anyways. You cursed the terror inside you that always made you get to class early; it was what had driven you straight to the classroom. You wished you could transfigure yourself into someone who could confess their love to their best friend.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” you heard a voice call. Professor McGonagall was standing at the door of her classroom.

“Oh! Professor! I’m sorry to disturb you. I’m early for class.”

“That’s quite alright, I wanted to speak to you about something anyways! Please, come in.” She escorted you into her office, which was connected to her classroom.

She sat down at her desk and you sat across from her. “Is everything alright?” You asked, a little nervous.

“Oh, yes dear. I had an idea for you, since you are now an adult in the Wizarding World. You are one of the best transfigurations students I’ve had in a long time, and I would like to help you train and register to become an animagus.”

“What?” You said in disbelief. “Really? An animagus?”

She nodded proudly. “Just like your mother.”

Both your mother and father worked for the Ministry of Magic, but your mum was essentially the second in command to the Minister of Magic. She was an animagus; she used to entertain Hannah, you, and Ryan as children by transforming into a horned owl and making funny hooting noises at you guys. You smiled fondly at the memory.

Your mom’s Patronus was also a horned owl, which was a common trend in the wizarding world. If that trend remained true for you, you would be able to transform into a fox, your patronus.

“When can I start?” you asked excitedly.

Professor McGonagall smiled. “I need to speak to a few people and situate a few things before we begin, so I’ll let you know. In the mean time, make sure you keep your marks good. The Ministry will look at them when they approve your registration.”

“I promise!” You nearly shouted. How many students had she done this for? You could probably count the number on one hand. She saw potential in you, and it was one of the most exciting things you’d ever felt.

“Now go ahead and take your seat. It appears your friends Mr. Holland and Mr. Osterfield have already saved you one,” she said, looking over her glasses at the middle of the classroom.

Tom and Harrison were sitting at one of the worn benches. You had a moment of panic as you walked over. Should you sit next to Harrison or Tom? Haz would know you didn’t tell Tom anything yet, but you felt so awkward about Tom’s “guy stuff” earlier that you’d rather deal with Haz.

Thankfully, Haz scooted over as you came over. “What was that about?” He asked, Tom leaning over him to hear your response.

“She wants to train me to be an animagus!” You said in a hushed, excited whisper, as your other classmates were filing in.

Tom’s eyes grew wide. “Really? (Y/N), that’s incredible!” he exclaimed.

“My mum’s Patronus and Animagus forms are the same. They’re both a horned owl. If that’s the same for me, it’ll be—“

“A fox,” both the boys finished. They knew you too well.

Professor McGonagall began class before you could say anything else to the boys. She welcomed you all to your final year of Transfigurations, and assured you it would be the best of them all.

You had to agree.

Halfway through class, Haz tapped your arm. He slid a small piece of parchment to you with a note on it.

‘Well?’

Your simple reply: ‘No.’

‘Why?’

‘Panicked.’

He drew you a picture to convey his next message. It was a broom. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. You would not have to be locked in a broom closet with Tom to tell him your feelings. At least you hoped you wouldn’t.

Class ended, and the three of you made your way to potions. You made sure to talk to Tom on your way there.

“Excited about Quidditch tryouts today?” you asked. To you, there was nothing more exhilarating than a Quidditch match. Tom was the captain of the Quidditch team, and the best Seeker in the school.

“Is that even a question?” he countered. “You’re talking to the captain of the Quidditch team.”

“What if some hotshot first year like Harry Potter comes and steals your spot?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, then I guess the two of us will have to be Beaters, then, won’t we?” he said with a grin. “Although I can’t imagine the team would be very happy about their highest scoring Chaser becoming a Beater.”

You shrugged. “They’d get over it.”

He laughed. “Would they though?”

You laughed too as you followed Harrison into the dungeon for potions.

You never understood why potions was Harrison’s favorite class. It was dark and dingy and smelled awful in the dungeons. Especially in the potions room, where the scent of mildew combined with the smell of whatever potion you were brewing that day. But Haz was excited, so you and Tom were excited with him.

You sat down on the end of a row near the back, and Tom sat next to you. He leaned over close to you, so close you could smell his cologne.

“Can we talk later?” he whispered. “Like after Quidditch?”

Your stomach dropped. That was your chance. Was he trying to take a chance too?

“Yeah, sure!” You said nonchalantly. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating; you felt woozy just from him. You knew the cologne’s name, too, because you had picked it out for him as a gift for his 16th birthday, right before sixth year started. It was called Sunlight Prince, and you couldn’t think of a better description of Tom. You’d told him he was a man now that he was 16, and that he damn well better smell like one. He’d worn it every day since then.

The entirety of potions class, you practiced what to say to Tom in your head.

Ever since I saw you kissing Liza, it hit me like a brick, but I knew before then. When I’m with you I feel like the whole world could fall apart around us and nothing would feel wrong, because everything feels right with you. Nothing could ever be wrong when we’re together. I love you with my whole heart and soul, Tom.

You wrote it down so you wouldn’t forget it. You tucked the piece of parchment in the inner pocket of your robe, praying it wouldn’t go anywhere. You knew if you didn’t have it written down, you wouldn’t be able to make the words come out.

Potions went by far too slow, but it finally ended, and it was Quidditch time. You, Tom, and Harrison walked together to the dressing rooms, but departed at the door. Harrison was the captain of Ravenclaw’s team, so of course he couldn’t go in your dressing room.

Then you were alone with Tom in the dressing room. You opened up your locker in the dressing room, revealing your Quidditch robes. You sighed, comforted at the sight of them. You promised yourself if teaching didn’t pan out, you’d be a professional Quidditch player.

Someone came in the room. You turned to see your friend Abigail Harrington, a sixth year who you absolutely adored. She would be the captain when Tom left, hands down.

You meant to greet her, but you realized Tom was clad only in his boxer-briefs.

You’d seen Tom like this plenty of times growing up; Hogwarts didn’t feel the need to separate boys and girls for some reason, which you never really understood. But this time, it was different. You felt hot blood rush between your legs to your core. Your heart raced, your breathing locked in a race with it. Your hands started to shake and all you could do was stare at him. Tom’s small frame was defined and muscular, his collarbones and pecs and everything perfectly curved. He turned around, his back to you, reaching in his locker for his robes. You felt dizzy looking at the arches and lines of his back, the definition of his shoulder blades.

You had the overwhelming urge to dig your nails into it while he hovered over you.

You felt bad for poor Abigail, who still stood staring at you strangely..

“Hey?” She said awkwardly.

“Uh, h-hi,” You stammered back. You quickly turned to your locker and cursed to yourself, hoping Tom didn’t notice you looking at him. Was this how he felt during Dark Arts?

You took a deep breath and changed into your Quidditch robes as quickly as possible. You tried your best to not look at Tom, because every time you did the throbbing between your legs got worse. You wiggled uncomfortably, trying to rub your legs together in some semblance of relief before you had to go on your broomstick. Luckily, you had some time, because you had to wait for everyone to file into the room.

Tom gave his spiel, and thankfully, the throbbing had subsided greatly now that Tom was clothed. You and the small crowd of people went out to the field and got to work.

Quidditch took your mind off of everything, including the daunting task of talking to Tom after practice. But it didn’t last nearly long enough. You got so caught up in Quidditch that you didn’t even realize how quickly the time passed until Tom blew a whistle and tryouts were done.

Panic came over you. Your heart began to race again, your hands shaking so badly you could barely carry your broom. You filed into the dressing room with the rest of the team, going over the words you’d written earlier.

I love you with my whole heart and soul, Tom.

Then it was just you and Tom in the dressing room, alone.

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[grussell63]

Fuck me up, kid

#FFS HOW MANY TIMES DOES MY TUMBLR NOT POST THIS #probs spamming but don't care #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield

[kisses-holland]

escape

summary: the reader escapes an abusive home, only to be met with the leader of the biggest mob in the city; tom holland

pairing: mob!tom x adopted!reader

warnings: abusive parents, tom pulls out a gun, blood, bruises

word count: 724

A/N: okay here’s some context in case it’s a bit confusing! so the reader is 17 but has no romantic relationship with tom, because he is 23. he takes her in as his “sister” i hope you guys enjoy!

with trembling hands, you quickly unlocked the door that was holding you back from your freedoms. for years, you were trapped in that hell house you were forced to call home. and now, after time and time of you finally figuring out the code to the security alarm, you left.

but where would you go?

in all honesty, you didn’t care where you went, as long as it wasn’t a brothel, or where your parents were.

with bruised legs, you shakily hurried through your neighbourhood, trying to make yourself as unnoticed as possible. but in your defence, the people on your street never did anything when they heard your screaming at this time, so why would they do anything now?

even though you were so excited to leave, you were frightened because now what? you had no clothes, no money, hell, you didn’t even have a phone. walking alone on a friday night at one in the morning wasn’t ideal for a 17 year old like you.

so you decided to keep walking. nothing worse could happen to you at this point, right?

“maybe if i knock on someone’s door, they will help me.” you thought, trying to find a house that looked somewhat nice and now sketchy. though almost every house in this neighbourhood had its lights turned off, there was one that caught your eye.

the house itself was a two-story home, looking like it belonged to a middle class family. you hoped that they were just an ounce nicer than your family, if you can even call them that.

you were tempted to run up and pound on the door, hoping that they would help you out a little seeing your bruises and how you weren’t able to walk or even stand up straight. except, an audi pulling into the driveway have cut off all hopes, seeing a man that looked to be in his early twenties leave the vehicle.

sure, you may have assumed that he could be an older brother to someone. but he looked oddly familiar, you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

desperate times call for desperate measures, and as soon as you saw the boy put the extra key underneath the mat, you walked over to the house; but stopped immediately when you saw the boy run out and jump back into his vehicle.

sighing in relief and making sure that the coast was clear, you walked over to the house, wincing while doing so.

using the key he left under the door mat, you quietly unlocked the door. your stomach rumbled and all you wanted to do was eat something. you haven’t eaten since wednesday morning, your parents refused to cook you anything when they eat.

picking up a banana you found in a cute fruit basket on the table, you were just about about to peel it open, until you heard a click and harsh voice, “i would think about your next move if you don’t want to get killed.”

shakily, you put your hands up and dropped the banana immediately, turning around slowly and being met with another guy who looked to be in his early twenties; curly brown hair and dark eyes. you couldn’t focus on the colour of his eyes, only the emotion behind them; anger.

“i-i’m s-so sor-ry” you coward back, covering your face as if he was going to hit you, even though covering your face wouldn’t help you much, he would just shoot you.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, his gun staying the same place it was before; right in front of your face.

“i-i just-just needed to l-leave a-and i w-was hung-hungry. i’m so sorry. please don’t hurt-hurt me.” you were full blown bawling your eyes out, and at this point, the boy had no idea what to do. he noticed you were younger, he noticed the bruises and cuts and how you couldn’t stand straight.

slowly he put the gun down.

“you’re hungry?” he asked, in a much softer tone.

“y-yes but it’s okay. i can g-go.” and before he could even stop you, you left, without turning back.

quickly reaching for his phone, he dialled his best friends phone number, putting it up to his ear quickly.

“harrison,” he took a deep breathe, “i need you to help me find someone.

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[coffee-and-hollands]

Coffee Menu (masterlist)

Last updated: 11th September 2019

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN AT MY CASHIER

A/N: I haven’t written a full fic in over a year, I just need the motivation (and skill). But I am lowkey keen to write just some barista blabbles where I kinda go in and analyse different things, let it be a quote or just reflecting on life lessons. (this update was me just fixing the masterlist.

KEY:   coming soon  |  ^ song fic  |  

Series

TOM HOLLAND

Law of Life (Lawyer!Tom AU) | pt 1 | pt 2 | I probably won’t continue this fic...

One Shots

TOM HOLLAND

Guitar Duets 

HARRISON OSTERFIELD

Love Will Find A Way

SAM HOLLAND

Call it What you Want ^

Headcannons & Random Thoughts etc.

SAM HOLLAND

Coffee with Sam

Sam and your Hair

Surprise, Love

HARRY HOLLAND

Beach Days with Harry

HOLLAND AND CO.

Games Night  1.0 | 2.0 

Barista Blabbles

(If anyone has a better name for this pls tell me)

Turn Nerves Into Excitement (an analysis)

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[bigilante]

why is this so adorable?

#hes just drinking his drink ffs #ty charlotte #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield

[kisses-holland]

Hi!! I just found your blog and just let me say this... I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU!! And I've had this idea in my mind for I while and thought maybe you could turn into something? It's for Harrison btw. So, the reader and Harrison are preparing to go out to some fancy event and he sees her "stealing" one of his watches, instead of taking it back he just teases her for wearing it on her right arm instead of her left and he realises he loves this quirky girl? Thank you in advance if you do this🧡💛

Title: Watching

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Major fluff 

Word Count: 377 (sorry it’s a little short)

A/N: This is such a cute idea! I’m so happy you like my blog, you made my day! I hope you guys enjoy. Requests are open :)

With a frustrated huff, you looked through every ounce of your jewelry box, trying to find your Michael Kors watch Harrison had got you as a birthday gift. You wore that watch to any and every event Harrison dragged you to.

Now, running late to the Far From Home premiere, you had tears in your eyes out of frustration, knowing Harrison was downstairs, ready to go, and waiting for you. 

“Babe? Are you ready to go? Tom just asked where we were.” Harrison called out from downstairs.

“I’ll be down in two minutes, promise.” You jogged over to Harrison’s vanity and grabbed the small box you had in mind. 

You wore Harrison’s sweaters and joggers on the daily, he wouldn’t mind if you wore his watch for a few hours, right? 

Groaning, you tried so hard to fasten the watch securely around your right wrist, but you weren’t able to get it together.

“What are you doing?” Harrison’s voice made you jump and drop the watch, you immediately bending down to pick it up.

“Uh, I was just trying to-”

“Steal my watch? Yeah, I noticed. What were you thinking?! The watch is supposed to go on your left wrist, you dork.” Harrison chuckled and helped you with it, putting it on your left wrist this time.

“How the hell did you do that? Why is your watch so hard to fasten?’ You whined, finally walking downstairs to leave.

“It’s not so hard to do. Maybe if you had it on your left wrist, your right hand would have been able to fasten it no problem.” Harrison teased, ruffling your hair just a little bit.

“Hey! I have to go fix that now!” You exclaimed, about to go to the washroom, but being stopped by Harrison’s arms around your waist.

“Y/N, we are 45 minutes late!” Haz threw your heels at you, and sprinted out the door to his car.

“It’s not my fault your watch was giving me problems!” You laughed, getting into the passenger side.

“And, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to wear a watch.” Harrison giggled. Booping your nose, he quickly (but safely) drove both of you to the premiere, preparing to tell tom why you guys were so late.

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[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (part xi)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: i’m going to start reblogging these with my tags on them because they never work when i first post them. here’s a fun lik chapter hope you like it

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Harry pushed open one of the doors and let you in before entering himself, letting the door shut on its own.

King Harrison was talking with someone, both of their backs to you. You admired both sets of wings. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to pay attention to the detail in them before. Both wide off their backs, though Harrisons drooped slightly more, they were also darker in colour than the other demons, but both were raven. Harrison’s also seemed glossier, they held more of the light in the room which made them seem lighter in colour.

The other demon had longer hair, darker than Toms, he hadn’t pushed it back or styled it at all, instead letting the straight strands sit around his face. The other one spoke, though you couldn’t hear what he was saying, for the most part, he talked with his hands, while Harrison’s- King Harrisons, you supposed you’d have to get used to that- arms remained crossed over his chest as he nodded along, he seemed tense.

“King Harrison” Harry walked up to the centre of the room and you followed.

“What-“ Harrison spat the syllable as he turned around. His eyes were black but turned back into icy blue when he noticed the two of you, his wings straightening at the same time. He looked back at the other demon, saying something to him. The demon nodded in response, glanced at Harry and nodded again, which Harry reciprocated. King Harrison walked over to the two of you, “Harry you may go. How are you feeling, angel?”

“I’m uh” You watched as Harry bowed his head, he smiled at you before leaving with the other demon through the large doors behind you. You didn’t want him to go, you’d only just woken up and he was the only person you’d come to interact with since. You trusted him. Watching him head out the door you hoped he’d turn around to see that you didn’t want him to go. But he didn't.

It was just you and Harrison now, “I’m okay, I suppose” You avoided looking at him, suddenly uncomfortable now that you had the energy to be uncomfortable.

“You suppose?” You could feel Harrison’s gaze resting on you as you nodded slightly, “Well, angel. Let’s go for a walk and we can chat, yes?” You wanted to cut him off. Tell him your actual name. Bombard him with questions. But he was the King of Hell. You were taught to fear him.

You followed a pace behind him in the long halls, taking in the dark walls lined with candelabras, even though light streamed through the windows giving you a glimpse to the outside. It was light out but the ground was dark and sandy, cracking at some parts like the dry deserts you’d heard of on Earth but never visited. King Harrison walked leisurely through the halls, his hands shoved in his pockets but back straight and tall. You remember him telling you about hours that he’d spent working on posture alone as a teen. How his father had said “A King who slouches is no King at all” and he said that he’d never fully understood it.

“Do you have any questions, angel?” Harrison gaze had hardly left you. You’d gotten used to everyone calling you ‘angel’ although you would very much prefer your own name still.

“Only a couple, your highness” You replied sheepishly.

“Well, ask away”

“Why save me? And how long have I been down here? And why the flowers?” The words spill from your lips in a rush, it makes the King smile, a small chuckle slipping from his throat.

“Human time or realm time?” There was a softness in his voice. Something that made it lighter than you’d expect from a demon. It was… comforting.

“Human”

“You arrived here five human weeks ago” His smile faded and he became visibly uncomfortable with whatever was about to follow, the next words were spoken slowly, hesitation in each one, “You were in the basement of the castle for” he inhaled deeply “two human weeks” King Harrison cleared his throat. “And you were sick in your room for three of them” He finished, leaving you to ponder. It’d felt like much longer.

“My room?” You questioned. Your room. In the castle. In Hell.

“Your room, If you choose to stay, of course,” The King continued after giving you a moment to think over what he had said: “The flowers. Lilac coloured hyacinths. They’re apologetic” You nodded along.

“They were one of my mother’s favourite” You whispered. Either King Harrison didn’t hear you, or he didn’t acknowledge it. You continued, “And why did you bother saving me?”

“Ah right that well,” He cleared his throat, removing his hands from his pockets and clasping them behind his back, his eyes fell to his feet, “I’m rather drawn to you, angel. In a way that I can’t begin to explain. It’s not lust, although will not pretend that lust isn’t a portion of it. As you are um…” His confidence faltered, “The dress uh… I’m going to stop digging my own grave” You laughed at his sudden awkwardness and he did as well upon seeing that you had.

“Well, your majesty that’s very kind of you. However, you didn’t need to push off the conversation earlier. I don’t mind waiting, sir” You noticed how he cringed slightly at the formalities. You weren’t sure if he had done that while you were dying. You were too distracted by, well, dying, to notice.

“Actually the conversation was about you. In a way. It had started off about Iezebel, my wife as you know. And then Sam told me how you were doing. Just stuff about your fever and how it may have broken but he wasn’t sure. And then Harry brought you to us, so we no longer were unsure” You nodded. The halls grew silent apart from your steps, you in your own thoughts and the King in his. Both of you went to speak at the same time, you let him go first.

“What’s your name, angel?”

“Y/N,” You noticed how King Harrison’s eyes widened, immediately switching to a slightly furrowed brow before going back to an expression of content. The shift in expressions passed in a fraction of a second.

“Beautiful name. It suits you”

“Thank you, your highness” You paused for a second, allowing him to speak if you’d like to. “You are nothing like the King we learn of in heaven. At least, not from what I’ve seen so far. Pardon me for my assumptions”

“Oh no it’s perfectly alright, Y/N” He hesitates before saying your name, so used to calling you angel that it’s become habitual. “Tell me about the Kings you learn of?” He phrases it as a question.

“They say a lot of things. I’m not sure how much of it is true, granted it’s all were taught and were told to trust it. They say that they’re all terrifying and aggressive and ruthless”

“Some are” King Harrison chimed in, you acknowledged it with a nod but continued on.

“They always said that demons are nothing but bad. Not an ounce of good in them but not even angels are entirely good. Not a single angel has never done anything bad. So why would a demon be anything but?” You finish your small ramble and look up at the King as he goes to speak.

“There are demons like that. Ones that think with nothing but dark thoughts. My father was like that. Tom-” he swallows, “Tom is like that. Though he wasn’t always. He wanted to kill you as soon as you got here and I refused. When we were younger-” King Harrison cuts himself off. He seems as though he wants to continue, but doesn’t “That’s a story for another day” he says.

“And you? What are you like?” you ask after a moment of silence. Curiosity was ever growing in your mind.

It was a much more loaded question than you had intended it to be. That’s years- centuries- of insecurity and shame. Harrison knows it’s too much to unload on his first day of knowing you. Sure, he’s talked to you much before but this was the first time that he could really know about you. The first time talking with you rather than at you. He didn’t want to screw it up. Didn’t want to mess with the weird feeling in his stomach that he had. He knew it was good.

“Also a story that must wait. One day you’ll know” Harrison wasn’t even sure that he knew.

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Mal en Point (part xii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: so here is part 12! i’m so excited about this part. possibly my favourite line i’ve ever written is in this part and it’s cause it’s hilarious. interact to stay on the taglists. also yes i know i said the 11th. i got tired of waiting

Warnings: shitty puns, @wazzupmrstark thinks tom is hot in this part so prepare for that i guess

Word Count: 1.5k

Harrison thought over your conversation from a few days prior. He thought of the types of Kings you’d described and wondered if he’d ever be like them. The softball-sized flame in his hand flicked and crackled as he thought of what you’d said, your voice replaying in his mind.

What are you like?

What a heavy question that was. Harrison knew what his father was like. Ruthless and cruel, the idealistic King of Hell. Harrison couldn’t think of a single demon who disliked the way his father reigned. His grandfather was almost as well like as his father. The only thing that separated them was the way they responded to Heaven.

At 2,655 human years, or 9 realm years, Harrison could remember his father spending hours on end planning on attacking heaven. He wasn’t sure how long before that he’d be planning but when it came time to enact, it fell through.

Despite the demons that were lost, Hell still honoured him for trying.

Four realm years later, King Frederick got sick. They suspected it was something that he got in Heaven that sat dormant in the demons system for the time between his return and his diagnosis.

And then five realm years later, he died. A week after that, Harrison was coronated, given no time to grieve.

He cursed himself when the flame went out, only to look over at Dom who was smiling wide.

“My King. That was the best you’ve ever done. I think we can start to move on”

--

Harry’s elbow was linked with yours as the two of you wandered the halls. You walked leisurely, guiding wherever the two of you went while Harry said what halls you’d already been down, what rooms were off limits, and kept light conversation. He was just as curious about heaven as you were of Hell.

You’d been silent for a moment now, Harry seemed to notice.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” He looked at you curiously, wondering what was going on inside the head of a being meant to be so innocent who was in a place the polar opposite.

“Can we go outside of the castle?” You looked over at him as the two of you slowed to a stop.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that” Harry shook his head. “Or rather, Hell isn’t ready for you. Contrary to what you’d think, the demons outside the castle are much worse than most of us inside. They wouldn’t be very welcoming to you, especially if they found out you were an angel. Wait until your wings grow in, it’ll be easier then” You could only nod as you started walking again, arm still hooked with Harry’s.

“Harry” A voice rang from down the hall and Harry turned around, making you do the same. You watched as Tom approached, back straight, wings stretched wide off his back, his eyes red and puffy. Even from so far away you saw his fists and jaw clenched, his palms reddening as he recognized you.

“Why isn’t she downstairs?” Tom glared at you, staring daggers into your soul.

“King's orders. You can’t do anything about it Tom” Harry spoke nonchalantly, you appreciated him defending you but still felt small under his gaze, “What do you need, Tom?”

Toms eyes never left you, he was fuming.

“It can wait. Find me when you’re not babysitting” Tom turned on his heel and headed off down the hall you had just come from.

“Babysitting?” You mumble to Harry as you hear a door slam down the hall.

“No, just. Ignore him” Harry shakes his head as he pulls you down the hall and down a flight of stairs to explore another floor of the castle that seemed to get larger and larger the more you wandered.

—

“Harrison, what the fuck” Tom shouted after the door shut behind him.

Harrison shut the book he was reading quickly and shoved it back on the shelf before turning around, hoping that Tom didn’t notice the copy of Angelic History from 300 B.C. to 1500 A.D. He’d already read everything up until then except they were missing the copy for 2100 B.C to 300 B.C so there are800 years he’d never know about.

“Hm?” Harrison’s voice was much calmer than Toms. He started to walk down an aisle of books, knowing perfectly well that Tom would follow. “What’d I do this time to piss you off?”

“Why the fuck is there an angel wandering the halls of the royal castle of Hell?” He made sure to articulate a few words more harshly than others. Including fuck, angel, wandering, royal, and Hell. Although nothing about the phrase was cheerful. All of his words were spat.

“She’s not wandering, she’s got Harry”

“Oh yeah, cause a babysitter will help if she decides to do anything rash”

“He’s more of a tour guide if you ask me” Harrison thumbed through the books, he’d already read most of them but still pick them up, read -or at least glanced at- the summaries and then put them back.

“Cut the shit, Harrison. What are you doing?” Tom cut Harrison off.

“What do you mean?” He was tempted to give Tom another snarky remark but decided against it. Tom was clearly angry and Harrison didn’t want to push it any further. He put back Pride and Prejudice, glancing at Tom as he pulled out The Great Gatsby and reading the summary.

“What’s gotten into you, Harrison? You’ve let some random angel into our realm, who knows what she’s going to do. We don’t even know why she’s here” Tom gestured as he spoke. First towards the door and then wherever he could, nearly hitting his arm off the shelves.

“Tom she doesn’t have her wings anymore, she can’t do anything even if she wanted to”

“You don’t know that-“

“I do” Harrison cut Tom off, his voice was still calm despite the fact that inside he was caught somewhere between fuming anger and enraging self-doubt. Harrison turned towards Tom, “I know. Because I’ve read about it” Harrison maintains eye contact with Tom and hopes that he’ll break it first. Harrison had always been a debater, willing to back up anything he says with some sort of proof. Which is why it doesn’t come as a shock to Tom that he knows if the angel can or can’t do anything. Tom can feel his anger starting to get the best of him. Instead of trying to calm down, he’s nearing boiling over.

“Okay but that still doesn’t explain why you just allow her to walk around the castle with only Harry as some form of supervision? I don’t understand where you’re coming from”

“You never do-“

“What are you in love with her or something?” Tom blurts it out. It was meant rhetorical and sarcastic but when Harrison’s eyes finally break contact with Tom’s to stare at the spines of books as he starts to chew on the inside of his cheek, Tom realizes he’s hit something.

“No- I’m not- It’s just- I” Harrison stumbles over his words, unsure of how to defend himself.

“Mate. You can’t seriously think you love her. You hardly know her. That angel’s been nothing but your little diary for the last few weeks and suddenly you think you love her? Harrison, your wife” Tom pauses for a second. Inhale, exhale, continue. “Your wife just died, and suddenly you think you’re in love with some angel who happened to be there when she did? That’s not-” Tom finishes his sentence with a sigh, but Harrison knows what he means. It’s not right, and even if they are demons, there are some things even they don’t do. He takes a deep breath and looks back at Tom.

“It’s not love. Okay, Tom? I don’t know what it is but it’s not the same feeling I had with Iezebel”

There was a long moment of silence.

“You really have no clue what you’re doing” Tom mutters, laughing to himself and crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Harrison looks at Tom. Full offence written all over his face while Tom continues to chuckle.

“Everything that you’re doing as King it’s just-” Tom shakes his head lightly, “What would the other demons think of what you’re doing? You know, the general population? The ones you rule over? Yeah, those ones” Tom was taunting Harrison.

“Oh and Iezebel! If she could see you now imagine how angry she’d be with you. Or your father? The greatest King we’ve ever had? And to see his only son keeping an angel in the castle? His ONLY SON who can hardly make a flame? Disappointing”

Heat had long since risen to Harrison’s face and ears. They were deep red, his fists clench and chin jut out. While Tom…

He seemed light as air.

“Honestly I would be too. I can only imagine what he thinks” Harrison looked up at Tom as he finished. Tom was shaking his head. How could someone so weak be King?

As Tom left the library he could only think that Harrison didn’t deserve to be King. He didn’t deserve half of what he got and yet it was still his.

Everything was his.

No one got a say if it wasn’t.

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