*[EDITING]* When Harry was twenty two, if a dangerously overconfident, time-hopping doppelgänger had pulled up in a freaky, rubber balaclava ('listen, mate' - hand on the shoulder and everything, like the reenactment of a cliché, time-honored rite of passage), and told him that in the very near future, his Friday nights would be indefinitely spent wearing a Greek moniker in the form of a fetishized allusion, that he'd be garbed by a latex mask to protect the sacred, fragile veil of secrecy- Well. He'd probably get a head start for padded walls and a straight jacket. Consider he was doing himself a favor with that one. But if he were told the same thing at twenty three, he'd probably choose to overlook the minor detail of reality imploding and sit back in his armchair, swirling his whiskey with excitement. Twenty three was an eventful year. He'd started casually enjoying whiskey after a long workday (honestly, a palate milestone in and of itself) and became enlightened on the fine art of tactically-applied suffering (and with it, gained a whole new appreciation for high-quality restraints). Because sometimes, a well-placed bruise and bliss just happened to go hand-in-hand. - OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, an exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two evident sides to the same coin.

Harry Styles one shots and smut by yours truly. May be reader insert, may be OC.

"I do hope you don't expect me to apologise." [INTERLUDE SERIES - book 2] • • • The world Alouette has traded her life for is made of lies. The secret organisation that constitutes her father's legacy has fallen apart, her friend has been keeping himself locked in his room for days and refuses to talk to her, and the man she risked it all to save has taken her trust and repaid her with the ashes of her past. Worst of all, her sister is missing. Stuck in the Palace, Alouette is reeling. Between the guilt waiting to consume her, the secrets lurking around the corner, and the verses in her father's handwriting hidden in mysterious books, she doesn't know where to turn. As if it wasn't enough, the shadows of Northfair are rising, threatening to take over the little she has left. She needs to take action - but who can she trust? • • • [BOOK TWO - read Interlude first]