∙COMPLETED ∙ ❝Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for, ends up being the one behind the gun.❞ A supernatural Harry fanfic where he is the witch hunter, and she is the witch. [Mature content: read at your own risk] Winner of: |Harry Styles A.U. (1st Place) + Overall Winner (2nd Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018| |All Other Bands: The Band Fiction Awards 2017| |Best Fanfiction Plot: The Fanfiction Awards 2017| |Best Harry Styles Interracial Fanfiction + Best Writing (Interracial): The Interracial Awards 2017| |Best Fanfiction Cast: The Winter Fanfiction Awards 2016| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2016. ©

After Prince Harry's wife chose to take her own life on account of the Prince's thirst for power, and the mysterious disappearance of the Kings of Adwick, The Harvest was born. Each year, every young lady resident of the Kingdom of Adwick who was over the age of twenty-one was summoned to wear her finest attire to the dreaded event where he selected one of them and took her to his castle. The only price to pay, was for her to never be seen again. Harry Styles AU #9 in harrystyles | 08/02/19 #3 in hs | 02/22/2019 #12 in onedirection | 09/10/19

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.

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

*COMPLETED* 1941-1945 A two-part story about love in times of war. * "It is still you... It has always been you, Grace"

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

His eyes are a shade of green I can't quite put a name to. Muddy, overwhelming, pain might come close, and maybe that's why it seems so familiar. Because his arms, clad in the faded homespun my mother once made, feel like home. He's a sad, lovely song I don't know the words too but long with every ounce of my being to sing. ----------------------------- It's 1918 and an entire generation is aching in its very bones. Love and loss are bedfellows. Sometimes in the aftermath of death things grow and in the aftermath of war is life. ----------------------------- Harry Styles/ Emilia Clarke/ Sam Claflin/ Lily James (#1 in WW1)

[DISCONTINUED] (for now) After giving up on finding a place to stay after being accepted into WSU, Ariana resorts to living with her older brother Noah- Vice President of the Kappa Sigma Gamma (KΣΓ) fraternity. Already not very excited of the thought of living in a fraternity, Noah failed to mention she'll be living in a house with 30 or so men... one of which was the mysterious, bad boy player known as Harry Styles. Highest rankings: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in harrystyles

When two celebrities with their darkest secrets meet, what's the worst that could possibly happen? - My eyes landed on his hand in front of me before looking up to meet with a pair of gorgeous emerald green eyes. "You must be the girl who went viral with your first music video. Stella Lancaster, am I right?" A dimple showing on his face as his smile lit up for me. He waited until I finally blinked in realisation that this encounter was actually happening. "Y-yeah. That's me." I nervously smiled back while shaking my hand with his gently. "I'm Harry. Harry Styles." he eyed me while smirking. I nodded at his already awfully familiar name in the first place. His eyes suddenly turned a shade darker and I noticed his aura changed. He squeezed my hand before leaning in, my breath halted as he did so. "Care to explain why you got my face on your shirt, darling?" he whispered ever so seductively into my right ear. Bloody hell. - Warning : Strong language/violence/mature Started : 14th of January 2020 Finished: 31st of March 2021 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystylesfanfiction #2 in adoreyou #2 in 2020 #3 in songs

I'm his love of midnight. She's his love of both day and night. I love him too much to let him go. I'll make him my art. He's my art. And hers too. I'll make him my star. He's my star. Connected with me. And her. But at the end of the day, he's always mine. Always.