You and Harry are friends... until you're not. But navigating out of the friend zone is harder than you thought it'd be, so the two of you decide to fall back on one of your favorite past times to ease the tension and it leads to a new favorite.
Reader insert fanfiction. You have an idea, but you have one question for Harry: does he trust you?
In which he begs you not to marry the man waiting for you at the end of the aisle -- but better now than later, right? Mature content ahead, 18+ readers only, please. Posted to my tumblr account, first seen on Patreon.
But nobody'd warned him about what it would be like for him to be kept in the dark, and he was beginning to like it less and less. Nobody told him whispers and eyebrow raises from your friends alone and your friends together would pinch and nibble and have him holding his breath until you were chasing him for kisses i...
Companion piece to Tumblr's "Snowbound" one shot series. "Yeah," he said, minimizing the window again. "Didn't want to tell you, cause I didn't want you to panic. Can tell your parents not to worry and that it's all for clicks - s'what I told Mum." "You did?" you asked and he barked a laugh. "Unless there's something...
"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just...
Part of the Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd series from Tumblr. "Warm enough now?" You nodded, lips turned down at the corners. "Gonna talk to me?" You looked at him, blinking owlishly, and his mouth twitched. "S'a 'no', then?" You rolled your eyes and sighed. "I don't wanna talk about it." Harry bit his tongue and ch...
You pulled your knees up to your chest underneath the blankets. "Are you ok?" One beat, two beats, three beats. You bit your lip, each second he didn't answer drilling a sense of dread into you. "My friends...." He gulped audibly and you crossed your free hand over your chest, squeezing close. "My friends are dicks, y...
"Oi! Where're you going? We're in the middle of something!" Ignoring his friends' indignant questions, he placed his cue stick back on the rack and slunk around the table towards the bar and you. Up close, it was worse - you were worse - and for five whole seconds, his tongue twisted into a ball for the cat to bat at...