This is a collection of imagines/short stories that live rent-free in my brain! Mostly for me to live out all my sexual fantasies. I present to you Sage and Violet, their lives, and the fun times they have. Enjoy, pretties! xx

This is a collection of randomly inspired fun little numbers involving multiple different AU Harry's. *These stories contain mature and explicit content*

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

Anna Taylor. The spoiled princess of the underworld. Harry Styles. The hired bodyguard to keep the youngest Taylor protected from the only world she's ever known. The Taylors are known for their corrupted clubs and the dark things that happen in them. They're known to the overprotective of the youngest Taylor and have a way of making people disappear without a trace. Secrets will be unveiled, and loyalty will be tested. If Anna Taylor knows anything, it's how to get what she wants, even if Harry pretends that he doesn't burn with jealously each time she touches another man in front of him.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

WARNNG: Story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk. *** "This is your last chance, Maggie," he warned with a sadistic smirk. His green lust-filled eyes stared right into my own blue ones. "For what?" I teased, gasping when he tugged at my hair to pull my head back so I was looking right at him. "To stay away from me. I'm not the gentle guy I was last time." "Who says I want it gentle? Maybe I'm not the same either." I ignored his warning. A smug grin spread across my face while I sent innocent eyes to Harry, who gaped down at me, caught off guard by my counter argument. His eyes darkened to the point where almost all the green disappeared and he got lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. He focused back to me when I rubbed my hands up his chest and to his neck, teasingly. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip and he let out a faint groan. "God, I'm gonna ruin you," he whispered to himself and shamelessly scanned over my body, almost like he was trying to decide where to start. "I'm gonna send your body to heaven and your mind to hell." *** When childhood best friends unintentionally reunite years later, a night of awkward toleration turns into a battle of survival. Can Maggie and Harry set their past aside when they have no choice but to flee together, pulling Maggie into a world that's only supposed to exist in your nightmares? *** Started on December 7, 2020 [NOT COMPLETED]

"Come on Harry, just take a chance on this. On us." •••••• This book will contain mature themes. Including sexual content, substance use, and mention of mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!