And it's all good as long as they practically devour him with the filth they whisper -complete different words hot in his ears but also the same hypnotising meanings - making Harry feel like he never felt before. He's riding an unknown and dangerous high. One that is far too much for him but now too late to get out of. "Bite me." Harry doesn't question it. - 1856 - Harold Edward Styles wants to complete his studies with assisting Professor Hallewell, an old british man who has studied the bats and different theses for years. Together they travel to Transylvania to instruct the dangers associated with the creatures of the night and how to kill them. With the help of the inn's keepers beautiful daughter, they desperately try to stop the spread of a possible apocalypse which started in the castle of the feared Count on site. - This story contains explicit language and mature content. Read at own risk and with discretion. Harry's full name is Harold here to fit the victorian era.

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

You've always done things the way you were supposed to. On time, in order, and with a fair amount of preparation. But nothing could have prepared you for something as unplanned as this. Especially when Harry Styles is involved.