"A crown is a great weight to bear. But even greater is the weight of a crown at war." ~ "You are not like other women I have met Amice." He speaks honestly. ~ Every king has his subjects, his council, his advisors... his queen. ~ Based on the film 'The King'. Henry meets a free spirited girl, who teaches him many things. Combat... wisdom... and love. She's not like anything he's ever seen before. And yet, a king has his duties. But what weighs down a soul more, love, or power?

Irulan Corrino always knew she'd marry for political reasons, not for affection. She didn't know she'd fall in love with Paul Atreides, but she did, and perhaps she's doomed to suffer a lifetime of watching the man she loves -her husband- love and father children with another woman. Or perhaps not. CONTAINS GRAPHIC SMUT. ADULTS ONLY.

ALPHA; THE BEGINNING. (MATURE) a city girl, an a-list actor, and a serendipitous one-night stand (timothée chalamet x OC) COMPLETE | JAN 10, 2021 Copyright ©️ 2018 blaackswann. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Harry was Mia's ex dominant. Now, he's back in her life 6 months later. Here are some side tales of the duo both during their relationship and after.

Faye is a emotionally distraught local actress and Harry is a tattoo artist. Who said friends with benefits wouldn't work out?

One evening in March, Timothée consoles a girl who has lost her cat - a girl sitting on the wall outside his apartment building in the dingy glow of the street lamp. The cat, it turns out, is fine, but their meeting sparks something else, something both Timothée and the girl will have to come to terms with. Something that feels a lot like-- well. Neither of them know it well enough to describe it. ❛𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 - 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱.❜ [COMPLETED/EDITING - word count: 250,000] original character x timothée chalamet {REAL LIFE} ©pistachiotim 2020

*female reader insert fic* based on Taylor Swift's "Tis the Damn Season" You and Harry weren't exactly friends...and the only time you ever felt important to the other was during the holidays, when he was warming your bed. *This was (and is) originally posted on Tumblr, by me, harrystylescherry (aka nat). I'm putting it on here so that it's easier to read as it's a longer fic!*

A (kinda) short story about tattoos, the photographs you keep, comeback records, and what comes after. ~a post break up au~

From the first moment Nora Priestley met Harry Styles, she knew that they were never destined to be friends. Coming from two separate worlds is putting it far too lightly-considering Harry's family owned a massive real estate empire and Nora and her mother were otherwise known as the help. Working hard to get what she wanted was practically instilled in her person, therefore crossing paths with Harry at boarding school was never supposed to go further than four years of unbearable acquaintanceship. But life has a funny way of never going according to plan, and somehow in the span of growing up and falling into place, Nora and Harry seem more interwoven than ever before. Fourteen years is a long time to know another person, and even though they've spent most of that time convincing everybody else that they hate each other, there's still that little spark buried deep inside of them that threatens to ignite with each year that passes between them. A story about a girl who likes movies more than she likes people, a boy who holds the world in the palm of his hands, three cities that hold a piece of them captive in the cracks of the pavement, and fourteen years of always being just close enough, but never nearly there. banner credit to the lovely eriza