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Permanent// H.S.

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Time 4h 24m

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{VERY SLOW TO UPDATE BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE  CONTINUED SUPPORT} 
My entire body is sore from cuts and the rash caused by the ropes wrapped around me, keeping me trapped in the chair.
 I hear foot steps approach before a hand grasps the black bag over my head. I look down, not wanting to look my captor in the eyes. However, out of curiosity my gaze scans his frame. As soon as my eyes reach his collar bone I see the design I have come so familiar with.  Half a butterfly wing and half a demon wing scorched into the brown leather of his jacket. 
He told me I could trust him.
Immediately my eyes snap to his, emerald green. A color I found so comforting yesterday now sends a chill down my spine.
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Ashley Black is a self taught tattoo artist in NYC. During the day she draws in clients hoping to wear some of her world class art; but during the night her clientele switches. Men dressed in leather and covered in prison ink. Always the same guys, mumbling secrets through thick clouds of cigarette smoke. Until one night a younger guy comes into the shop wanting a butterfly tattoo. 
There was different about him, and it wasn't just the fact that he was a tough guy getting a butterfly tattoo... there was a connection.All Rights Reserved

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crumble | h.s by ulookuglytodaysis

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

TWIST H.S. by unfuckwitary

Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

The Situation by everyone_loves_Harry

A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

Connect Us ✔ by Jesperialki

"God, you're adorable," he chuckled, stepping towards me. When I felt his warmth right in front of me, a soft moan escaped my lips. He was close enough for me to catch the musky scent of his cologne. "Do you want me that bad?" My breath hitched, and my fingers dug into the slightly damp fabric of his coat. His hand buried itself in my hair, tugging my head back. My lips parted, hoping for a kiss, but he kept me waiting. "Please," I whispered, desperate, his lips so close they brushed over mine. "Please, I'm begging you..." ˜˜˜ He would rather end up on the streets homeless than go back home. Oscar has three jobs, debts since he was seventeen, and a dream: to open his own dance studio and make a living from it. He wants his dance group to become famous. He aims to quit his main job as a tattoo artist and achieve independence. With his financial struggles, his dream seems distant. But when Oscar is offered a large sum of money after a one-night stand--despite his pride being reluctant to accept--the dream suddenly feels within reach. Now, he has no choice but to confront and finally overcome the deep-seated childhood trauma buried within him.

SKIN by ajmalone

SKIN PART ONE OF THE TATTOO SERIES An Urban Fantasy Crime Novel ABOUT SKIN The relationship of tattoos to antisocial personality disorder would seem obvious. However, as we live in politically correct times, nothing can be taken for granted any more. Knee-jerk responses like this one need to be hypothesized and then studied under conditions of clinical accuracy. Preliminary results seem to confirm what we all thought anyway; forensic psychiatric inpatients are more likely to have tattoos. No kidding. They are likely to have a higher percentage of overall body area tattooed. They are also more likely to have histories of sexual and substance abuse and suicide attempts than non-tattooed offenders. So why do they get more tattoos? What are they trying to do? Externalize? Internalize? Keep themselves safe from demons the rest of us can't see? Are they just crazy or do they know something the rest of us don't? The oldest known tattoos date back 5000 years to a male found frozen in the Alps in 1991. He was very, very dead. The latest tattoo in human history is the one that is about to be drilled into the stretched out skin on my back. And me? I'm as good as dead anyway... The needle pierces my skin at 3000 jabs a minute. What's that per second? 50 times? My math's not bad. How likely am I now to take drugs, sexually abuse and engage in suicidal anti-social behavior? Answer; very, very much indeed.’ What would you do to save your family? You probably don't even want to know. Neither did Dennis Small, but he sure as hell was going to find out.

✔️STRONG [L.S] by rikirriki

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

Hide from 'Falling' || H.S by JustCallMeL1

[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers "I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." I positioned my hands to the left and right of her head against the fridge, thus not giving her a chance to leave, but I know she didn't even want to, she's too curious. "I hate you too." she whispered back without hesitation and her hot breath hit my face. "I hate you so much it already hurts." **** Ashley Scott works at a special and top secret part of the CIA. Her task is to neutralize the most dangerous people in the world. It is unnecessary to mention how good she is at her job because her success speaks for itself. The people on the CIA's red list are the most wanted criminals. Every intelligence agency in the world is looking for them. And Harry Styles is one of the names on the list. He and his notorious gang 'Falling' are known for disappearing without a trace and suddenly reappearing. However, this always has consequences that lead to innocent people having to pay with their lives. Is it possible to kill a famous gang leader? And what is the worst thing that can happen when two people meet who hate each other's guts? Especially when they have to work together against their will to survive and to unravel a mystery.... **** ⚠️Warning⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGARE LANGUAGE, KINKS, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE AND INTENSE VIOLENCE /// Read at your own risk #2 in harrystylesfanfic #7 in harrystyles #1 in niallhoran #1 in zaynmalik {started: December 25, 2020 ; finished: November 30, 2021}

Black Ink [Harry Styles] by MissJosephine1886

Nessa Black has sworn off men after her ex leaves her with a broken heart. But when Harry Styles walks into her London tattoo parlor, her world is rocked. Harry has never felt about anyone the way he feels about Nessa, but can he convince her to take a chance? - - I am about to grab the door handle, when the door pushes back and a cold breeze hits me. I look up and find myself up close and personal with a familiar face, but even I get a shock. Harry Styles is in a word beautiful! I can't help staring. He is taller than I expected and even though he is wearing a black hoodie, sweatpants and vans, it is obvious he is lean and fit. He has the most beautiful blue-green eyes, gorgeous unruly curly brown hair and a smile (complete with a huge dimples), that would make any girl week at the knees Get a grip Nessa, I tell myself and I snap out of it long enough to hear him say "Hi I'm Harry" and put his hand out so I can shake it-and as hands go it's pretty spectacular, with numerous rings and midnight blue nail polish...

Scarlett's Phoenix✔ by BriBillau

"It isn't girly, I think it's really sweet." She said with a grin. "Maybe you should add some color to yours." I suggested, tracing her spine with my fingertips, I felt her shiver against my hand. "I've thought about it." She whispered huskily, running her hands along my biceps. "What would you recommend?" She traced my chest with her lips. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Red seems to suit you." I wrapped my fist in her blood red, hair and tilted her head up so her eyes were on mine. I brushed her nose with mine and pressed my forehead against hers. ------------------------ People say tattoos are stories that we can't put into words, unexplained outlets of emotions. Phoenix and Scarlett. So different yet so similar. What will happen when this undiscovered gem unexpectedly meets a mysterious tattooed man? Will they finally be able to reveal themselves to someone else? Or are they just tricking themselves into believing anyone can understand them? Completed~4/11/16-9/18/16~

Run Red Riding hood...Run by elegantly_bumminit

"where do you think your running too" i chuckled not even bothering to look at the girl infront of me. This girl had wrecked havoc in a near by pack and was wanted dead for a reward. "i was just walking " a silky resilient voice said. My blue eyes snapped to hers and my smirk dropped. A short girl, red darl hair to her waist...she wore a Roses and Guns to shirt and black skinny jeans. i didn't know what kept my eyes glued to her most. the bruises that ran down her delicate arms.... Or the fact this girl, who was wanted dead by one of the most vicious packs in the world was my mate. Howls filled the night and my eyes fell on her as she shook in fear. "no..."was all she said. she began to panic. "Why are you wanted" was all i could say. i had only a few seconds to make the most important decision of my life. Kill this girl, or protect her,and risk my own life. She merely shook her head and took off running like hell. "ill give ya a head start then" i said darkly

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crumble | h.s cover

TWIST H.S. cover

The Situation cover

Connect Us ✔ cover

✔️STRONG [L.S] cover

Hide from 'Falling' || H.S cover

Black Ink [Harry Styles] cover

Scarlett's Phoenix✔ cover

Run Red Riding hood...Run cover

crumble | h.s

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.