A collection of all my published reader-insert Harry one shots from tumblr! Mature one shots are denoted with a [m] in the title (a futile distinction, since only one isn't).

Still no matter where I go, at the end of every road, you were good to me. // Follow the highs and lows of Stella and Harry's relationship.

harry styles one shots that come from my tumblr @moonchildstyles

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

word count: 10.4k content: friends with benefits, flirty pest!harry, teasing, fingering, and oral baybeeee preview: He damn well knows the way it disorients her when he offhandedly uses pet names and remarks that have made appearances during their sexual encounters; he knows the way it revs her and it amuses him more than anything to see her fidget and fumble to keep composure. He adores having that influence over her and he thrives on wielding it to his advantage. Y/N swallows down her nerves, feeling them lodge in her throat and refuse to go down. The way he slowly bats his lashes at her suggestively doesn't help at all. Harry reaches across the bar, hovering the lime wedge over her face. He taps it gently against the center of her lips, the acidic juice rubbing off and making her skin tingle. "Open up for me, yeah?" Y/N's lips part on command and Harry can't stop the pompous hum that runs along the back of his throat. "Always so willing, aren't you?" She glowers at him from the side, her grumble strained and therefore lacking any real mass. "Shut up." He coos with exaggerated fondness, attempting to stifle an arrogant smirk. "I'm just happy to be your first time, s'all." "You're so fucking annoying." "And yet you always end up in my bed. Funny how that works, innit?" or bartender!harry teaches Y/N how to do body shots but lime juice isn't the only thing that ends up dripping down his chin.

COMPLETED // I am not accepting requests for extras regarding this story. In which you're pregnant, Harry is your best friend, and he's in love with you. [ This is a 2 part reader insert series. I have lots of extra drabbles post the birth and edits for this story on my tumblr. They are tagged under 'BOY extras' . ]

a story of two lovers who have chased each other across the span of a thousand years. ~an immortal au~

That was the paradox of your relationship: you were either together constantly or half a world apart. The time you'd spent together was purely by chance, during a year that upended plans and set down haphazard coincidences in their place. A series of vignettes about an unexpected connection during an unexpected year.

a story about a girl who used to love to paint, a boy with a worn backpack, charcoal stained hands, and two lonely people who meet for one night in Paris. ~a before sunrise au~