Shorter reader-insert stories that were first published on my tumblr. Mature blurbs are denoted with a [m] in the title.

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. Warning: smut, daddy kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual) COMPLETED

♡ The year is 1994 and Harry is having a reawakening and discovery. ♡ By popular demand, the much-loved story from Harry Tales gets its very own book! Most Impressive Rankings //#1 in Discovery, #2 in Wattpride, #2 in Queer, #3 in Pride, #4 in Pansexual. Please read with discretion.

"Before you can see the light, you first have to deal with the darkness."

Lust, greed, sloth, gluttony, wrath, envy, and pride; the seven deadly sins. It seems that they can all be found in the Royal Palace of Madrid. As Christmas nears and guests take up rooms in the palace for celebrations, one man who has vowed to eradicate those who harbor the sins has slipped in. Chasity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility; the seven virtues. Harder to come by, but pure in the hearts of those who abide by them. Can the one virtuous woman at court put a stop to the chaos that will ensue? Or will the hearts and hands of everyone at court be tainted with blood?

❝choose your last words, this is the last time 'cos you and i, we were born to die.❞

harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time of if he just doesn't like her ______ this is a series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

"I like a woman who can beat me at my own game." // cover credit to @herwalls

Harry Styles: Bad Boy, Womanizer, and full of secrets. Warning: I wrote this story awhile ago and the writing is very amateur.

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.