music: harry styles, sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, joshua bassett, thomas day, the backfires, gracie abrams, olivia rodrigo, niall horan
other celebs: david corenswet, daisy edgar-jones, timothee chalamet, monica barbaro, glen powell, tom welling (young), drew starkey, trevor zegras, hughes brothers
tv & film: outer banks, superman, twisters, smallville, little women, harry potter, top gun: maverick, off campus
characters: hermione granger, scott miller, clark kent, tyler owens, kate carter, dean dilaurentis, daisy jones
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Even though I am on Hiatus, this has been sitting in my drafts for a good long bit, and while I am working on getting back into writing, I thought that I would post this now rather than later.
So! Here are my recs from my reading in 2025! (Sadly, it's not everything, but there's a lot on this list!) I tried to put them in a nice order :)
This is Part 1, as to not make it too long!
Part 2 | Part 3
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These are not mine, please give love to the creators/authors!
To all the creators/authors below, thank you for creating and making such amazing stories! <3
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Assassin's Creed:
Ezio Auditore da Firenze -
II Dottoressa by @navstuffs
Her Old Man by @navstuffs
Something In The Way You Move by @navstuffs
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Celebrities:
Harry Styles -
Clean by @sushirrrry
Crescent by @moonchildstyles
Feathery by @moonchildstyles
I'amoureux by @moonchildstyles
Jean Jacket by @madcutest
Pearls by @moonchildstyles
Pleasing by @moonchildstyles
Sherbert by @moonchildstyles
Still Growing Up Now (Part 2) by @sushirrrry
When You Say My Name by @lazysoulwriter
Unscripted by @moonchildstyles
Pedro Pascal -
Eyes On Her by @lazysoulwriter
In His Arms by @lazysoulwriter
It's Code Now by @unsuperingyournatural
Obsessed by @suuuupernovaaa
Scene Partner by @lazysoulwriter
The Trouble We Cause by @lazysoulwriter
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The Chronicles Of Narnia:
Prince/King Caspian -
No Title by @le-clair-de-lune
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DC Comics:
Clark Kent (Superman) -
Imaginary Girlfriend by @satellite-evans
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Game Of Thrones:
Oberyn Martell -
Blushing Bride by @thenoblehouseofdayne
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Gladiator 2:
Marcus Acacius -
True Love's Kiss by @mushgloomz
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The Great Wall:
Pero Tovar -
Primroses: A Sign Of Early Spring by @oonajaeadira
Where He Is Compelled To Stay by @oonajaeadira
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The Hobbit:
Kíli Durin -
Braiding Lessons by @faeriichaii
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The Hunger Games:
Sejanus Plinth -
Saved By The Bell by @drfleetflower
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K-Pop Demon Hunters:
Saja Boys (Seperate) -
Circle Of Anti-Love by @luvzayne
General Dating Headcanons by @imightbeasimptbh
Jealousy, Jealousy by @kinsuim
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The Last Of Us:
Joel Miller -
To You by @marvelwitchergilmore
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Marvel:
Bob Reynolds -
No Title by @em1i2a3
I Just Feel You by @scarletmika
THE GOOD SIDE by @cosmictheo
Bucky Barnes -
Insomnia by @intrepidacious
Learn His Way by @marvelstoriesepic
Like A Phoenix by @marvelstoriesepic
Underworld by @javapeach
Way Down Under The Ground by @bvckys-doll
Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) -
No Title by @biblio-smia
Movie Night & Makeshift Medics by @genesisrose74
No Words Needed by @genesisrose74
Shy Shy Shy by @biblio-smia
The Click by @erule
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Narcos:
Javier Peña -
Fix A Heart by @mandoalorian
Fresh Wounds And New Beginnings by @marvelwitchergilmore
Secure by @marvelwitchergilmore
To Shitty Days And Shitty Families by @marvelwitchergilmore
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Pirates Of The Caribbean:
James Norrington -
My Heart's A Sea Masterlist (ongoing) by @charlottesbookclub
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Prospect:
Ezra -
Golden Hour by @oonajaeadira
Had It Coming by @oonajaeadira
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Resident Evil:
Leon Kennedy -
Coffee And Quiet Kisses by @yulia812
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Star Wars:
Han Solo -
Runaway by @iamthatonefangirl
Luke Skywalker -
The Marketplace by @starburstbarnes
The Prince by @starburstbarnes
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Stranger Things:
Billy Hargrove -
Caught by @yasministration
Eddie Munson -
AHOY THERE! by @georgeweasleyslostearhq
BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER by @georgeweasleyslostearhq
THE ARTIST AND THE ART by @georgeweasleyslostearhq
WELL HELLO, SWEETHEART by @georgeweasleyslostearhq
Steve Harrington -
We Can Play House, We Can Bed Down by @thebestandworstdayofjune
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Supernatural:
Castiel -
Grace In His Hands by @wendichester
Heavenly Bodies N Sandy Toes by @wendichester
Heaven's Favorite by @wendichester
I Can Hear Your Heartbeat by @wendichester
Lost In Translation by @wendichester
Short-Circuit Grace by @wendichester
You Called? by @cyanide-siren
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Top Gun/Maverick:
Jake "Hangman" Seresin -
Hangman's Girl by @simpforrooster
The Princess And The Hangman by @simpforrooster
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell -
Be My Angel by @mitchellpete
Dogfight Preview by @cinebration
Firsts by @mitchellpete
I Love When You Call Me Pete by @simpforrooster
My Eyes In The Air Masterlist by @southstarlight
My Wife This, My Wife That by @jamesdeanbby
Ride Of A Lifetime by @tongue-like-a-razor
Robert "Bob" Floyd -
Knight In Shining Glasses by @scarletmika
One Last Gift by @scarletmika
Sunflower by @scarletmika
Tom "Iceman" Kazansky -
Soothing Touch by @topgun-imagines
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The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent:
Javi Gutierrez -
SWEETS Masterlist by @oonajaeadira
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Wicked:
Fiyero Tigelaar -
Keeper of My Heart by @mooncleaver
RERUN by @delespresso
What Is This Feeling? by @maysileeewrites
Your Fiyero by @fireinmoonshot
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X-Files:
Fox Mulder -
A New Case by @thinkingaboutbetterdays
By Tonight by @space-helen
Eels by @space-helen
"I Love You" From Friends To Lovers by @malfoys-demigod
Not A Second Longer by @postmondernbeliever
Solace by @lcthebtswriter
Visitation by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
Wuthering Lake Masterlist (ongoing) by @kyykmulder
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summary: after and intense day of chasing, scott confronts you about your actions that day.
paring: scott miller x fem!reader
word count: 1k
a/n: inspired by mitski’s “heat lightning”, not proof read, also posted here!
It’s late, or early, depending on how you want to look at it. If you had to guess, you’d say it was probably around four. The last time you checked the clock, it was three-thirty, and you’ve been lying awake since one.
Lying on your side, you look out the window in your second-floor motel room, watching the lightning illuminate the sky. It wasn’t the fun type of lightning that indicated a storm to chase; it was the boring run-of-the-mill heat lightning.
Today was a rough day. The storm you and the team chased turned out to be the biggest and most dangerous of the season so far. He ordered you to abort the mission and return to the “home base.” You didn’t listen. You knew you could complete your part of the mission before it got too dangerous, despite the shouting in your earpiece.
Oh boy, did you get ripped a new one when you got back to the base. It was the worst argument you and Scott had ever had. Everyone else on the team was proud of you, of your determination and bravery. Not Scott, he was fuming beyond belief.
It was uncalled for. You were fine. The gear was fine. And you got the very important data needed from the storm. It was because of you that the mission was complete.
A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. There’s only one person who it could be; anyone else would text before coming to your room.
You throw the worn blankets back, exposing your bare legs. You only have on a big t-shirt, which used to belong to him, but you don’t feel like grabbing a pair of shorts.
Let him look, you think.
You undo the deadbolt on the door and slowly open it to reveal Scott standing there, looking stressed and disheveled. He’s wearing an old MIT t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. His socked feet stand on the cement of the second-floor balcony of the dingy motel. He doesn’t look like he has slept either.
“There’s ah-uh, there’s a cell developing west of here. We’re keeping an eye on it,” he tells you.
“And the National Weather Service?”
“They haven’t issued anything yet, but the conditions look right.”
You nod, pressing your lips together. You catch his eyes rake down your body, stopping on your bare legs before looking back up to meet your eyes.
There’s a flash of lightning behind him, illuminating his silhouette. He doesn’t say anything. He just lingers.
“What do you want, Scott?” you finally ask.
“You're mad at me,” he deadpans. He takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him.
“Yeah, I am,” you spit.
“I'm not sorry I yelled at you; you put your life at risk.”
“I was doing my job!” you fire, “It’s because of me that we got that data.”
“I’m the team leader; when I tell you not to do something, you listen.”
You go quiet. You knew you went against direct orders. To be quite fair, you hadn’t considered how it would affect the rest of the team, how it would affect him. You were just determined to get that data.
“You could have died!” he exclaims, and you can hear his voice break slightly.
“But I didn’t!”
“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” he asks. “That I would lose you? That our team would lose you,” he amends.
“Look, I'm sorry-”
“You already made it clear that you’re not…”
Your mind flashes back to the argument you and Scott had on the base, the rest of the team watching with wide eyes as he ripped you a new one for disobeying orders. Being one of he newest members of Storm Par, you were at the bottom of the totem pole, the only reason this was being permitted. Scott would have never yelled at one of the other team members like that. Javi tried to step in, but Scott immediately shot him down.
You just had to stand there and take it.
“I’m not sorry for doing it,” you honestly admit, “I’m sorry for how I made you feel.”
He just lets out a huff in response.
“I didn’t think you cared.”
“Of course, I fucking care, Y/N!”
“Scott-”
“No, you don’t get to do this. Do you realize that I feel terrified every time you’re out there? That I am so scared I am going to lose you? Can you get that through your head?”
“You can’t let us interfere with work! You know that!”
“All there is to me is us!” he admits, “Every day, it’s you and me. That’s all that’s on my mind. What you’re doing, where you are, whether you’re safe or not!”
“Well, Scotty, it seems like you’re obsessed with me.”
He scowls, “Y/N…”
“What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” he sighs.
“Do you want to keep doing this? Us?” You ask.
“Yes,” he quickly says, “Of course!”
You nod in agreement, “Then we can’t let it interfere with work anymore. We have to keep us separate. For the best of the team.”
“I agree.”
A moment of silence falls over the two of you.
“Come here,” he says, breaking the silence.
It’s in that moment that you realize that neither of you had moved since the argument started. Your feet remain planted in the same spot, and he stands in the doorway.
You take a step forward towards him, and he meets you in the middle. He wraps his muscular arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I really care about you,” he admits.
You nod, “Me too.”
You stand in the embrace for a while, as the lightning dances on the ceiling. Neither of you moves until you hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Both of you pull apart as your storm chasing instincts perk up.
“We’re probably going to have to head out soon,” he tells you.
summary: you and harry have an argument and you realize he’s the best part of your life.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
a/n: this is obviously inspired by “stay stay stay” by taylor swift
You were irritated beyond belief. Your stupid, irritating, pain-in-the-ass boyfriend has drawn you to psychotic emotions. You’ve had enough of his silly little tricks. The rearranging of the throw pillows on your couch and switching around the dishes in the cupboards was annoying, but what pushed you over the edge was him putting things you need up on high shelves.
Your planner and sketchbooks were stacked high on top of your refrigerator. Your paper and pencils were placed on the very top of the bookshelves. It was driving you to emotions beyond mad.
Pulling up a chair was enough to retrieve your things, but the premise of it drove you absolutely insane.
You were under enough pressure with the nearing of the opening of your clothing shop; you did not need his silly little games and tricks. You didn’t have the time or energy for his stupid shenanigans.
Harry Styles, however, was feeling quite pleased with himself until he stepped through the door and saw the look on your face. Your eyes were backed with fire, and you were looking absolutely murderous. You were clutching onto your planner with such force that your knuckles were white as snow.
He knew better than to try and make small talk. Asking you how your day had been was absolutely out of the question.
He didn’t mean any harm behind his little tricks; he just wanted to make you laugh.
You stepped towards him, your death grip locked around your planner. “Why do you insist on making my life so much more difficult!”
Clearly, you did not find the humor in his tricks.
“It’s all in good fun!” Harry exclaimed, “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
The book in your hands went flying across the room, hitting Harry square in the chest. On impact, he felt the wind being knocked out of his lungs.
He needed to stop underestimating your athletic strength, especially when you’re angry at him.
“Ow! Y/N!” Harry shouted, regaining his breath, “That hurt!”
Crossing your arms across your chest, you seethed, “That was the point!”
“So you’re actually mad about this?”
“Yes, Harry!” you shouted, flinging your arms around. You gestured around the room, pointing at your notebooks and pens and all the other things he’d been messing with. “I’m tired of this!”
“Look,” he began, reaching for your hands. You tore your arms back before he could reach them, once again crossing them across your chest. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you laugh. I wanted to brighten up your day.”
You shook your head at him, “I can’t deal with it anymore! Any of this. I have too much going on, I don’t need this.” You regretted the words almost exactly as you spoke them. You didn’t mean them, not even in the slightest.
You braced yourself for an explosive fight to break out between them, but it never came.
“Alright then,” Harry sighed. He retrieved your planner from the floor and handed it to you as he passed by. He went all the way to your guest bedroom before turning back, “We’re not doing this right now.”
And with that, he shut the door, leaving you standing in the middle of your shared flat.
Hours later, you sat in your and Harry’s bed alone. Wrapped up in your emerald green blankets, you replayed the argument over and over in your mind, realizing how badly you messed up.
Harry Styles, with his stupid little pranks aside, is the best part of your life. Not only is he the greatest man you have ever met, but he has been part of your life since you were children. He’s the reason you are where you are at this current moment.
He sacrificed so much for you.
And you treated him so badly tonight.
Your mind drifted back to the moment you knew he was more than just a friend to you.
You had ditched the Homecoming dance early because your date practically humiliated you. Gawking at another girl was the worst possible thing he could have done to you. It was the ultimate betrayal to fifteen-year-old you.
Harry had found you in the cafeteria after ditching his own date, some girl from a neighboring town. Heartbroken from your newfound breakup with the homecoming king, you sat on one of the plastic chairs, tears streaming down your face.
He sat down next to you, letting you cry into his shoulder. He asked you what was wrong, and you sobbed out a whole explanation.
He looked you directly in the eyes, called you beautiful, and fed you a story about how awful of a dancer the girl was. The story was a lie, and you knew it.
After that night, you started looking at Harry differently, but refused to admit you had a crush on him until years later.
After leaving school, you moved into your current home together. Harry began touring the world, leaving you to figure out what you wanted to do with your life. You didn’t have a place in society like Harry did.
Without the L/N name to back you, you didn’t know who you were. In the grand scheme of things, you were nothing without your familial background.
Harry disagreed.
“You’re Y/N-fucking-L/N,” he told you, “You’re terrified of becoming your mother. You want two cats but will settle for only one since I’m allergic. You have a mean streak, but underneath it, you have the kindest and most loyal soul. And you are the best person I have ever met.”
You shook your head at him, covering your face with the palms of your hands. Gently, Harry pulled your hands away from your face and held your cheeks so you were looking straight at him.
“You’re Y/N-fucking-L/N,” he repeated, pressing a kiss to your lips.
Later that night, you were lying in bed. Harry’s face was nuzzled into your neck when it hit him.
“Why don’t you open up a shop?” He thought aloud, sitting up. “You have been working on these designs for your shop since you were sixteen years old. You could totally run a store. I’m sure your friends would even help you.”
You reached for the bedside table and flicked on the lamp, illuminating your bedroom. You turned to him, “Wait, you’re serious?”
“I mean, think about it, you’ve got books filled with designs and there are places for sale all over the place,” he said, “You could do this.”
You dreamed of opening a clothing shop in London to sell the designs you had been sketching, but you didn’t think you could do it.
But Harry did. He knew you could do it.
You stayed up for the rest of that night talking about it, rattling off different locations and potential names for the shop. And then the next day, Harry took you around town to look at places.
And now here you were, a few weeks away from the grand opening, destroying your relationship with Harry.
Harry was the best thing to ever happen to you, and you knew it. That man would do anything for you. No one has ever treated you the way that Harry does; he carries your shopping bags, he’s nice to your younger siblings, and he’s always making you laugh. He would move mountains for you if you needed him to.
He’s everything you could ever want.
And now you had gone and messed it all up.
The following morning, after receiving the worst night's sleep you’ve had in years, you found yourself standing in front of the door to the spare room. You gave yourself one last pep talk and lightly knocked twice against the wooden door.
“Harry?” you softly called to him, “We should talk about last night. I read you should never leave a fight unresolved.”
It’s quiet for a moment, the light sound of rustling from the other side of the door assures you that he didn’t slip out during the night. “I’ll be out in a minute,” he told you.
It was minutes before he emerged from the spare bedroom, leaving you plenty of time to pace about your living room, running your apology speech over and over in your head. At the sound of his bare footsteps moving toward you, you peered up at your boyfriend.
With his old football helmet on his head, paired with his pajamas, Harry stood in the doorway of the living room. He crosses his arms across his chest, “Okay, let’s talk.”
Why on Earth did he have a helmet on? Was he worried you were going to throw something at him again? Or did he just want to taunt you?
You chose to ignore his current choice in accessories out of worry that you’ll say the wrong thing and mess things up for good.
Feelings of nervousness surged through your body, and you felt the panic rise in your chest. You finally gathered yourself, pushing everything else from your mind except for what you wished to say to Harry.
He watched you intently, waiting. He’s not impatient with you, being well aware that it’s not like you to initiate an apology. It’s not even like you to speak to him this quickly after an argument, even if you did cause it.
Everything you planned to say disappeared from your mind, leaving you feeling like you were stranded on an island. Your mind is screaming at you to just say something. To say anything.
So you did.
“Please don’t leave me!” you pleaded. The volume of your voice startled both you and Harry, but you continued on, “I’m sorry about last night, I just…” You began to fumble over your words. “Just don’t leave me.”
Your eyes locked with Harry’s. His unreadable expression slowly morphed into a smile, which then developed into laughter.
He held a fist up to his mouth to muffle the sounds of his laughter as you gaped at him.
Why was he laughing at you? This wasn’t supposed to be funny!
“Stop laughing at me. I’m serious,” you shouted, “You’re the best thing in my life, and I know I’ve been crazy lately, I’m just under a lot of pressure with the shop. Which I know is no excuse for me getting mad at you. But I’m absolutely and completely in love with you, so please don’t leave me. I always want you around, even when you drive me absolutely insane. I never not want to be with you. Please stay.”
His laughter subsided enough for him to hear your declaration and to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Y/N, I’m not going to leave you because we had a tiny argument. We’ve been through worse, and we’re still standing.” Harry told you. He walked across your tiny living room to where you were standing and pulled you into his arms. “I’m never going to leave you.”
“So you’ll stay?” you sniffled, your head pressed into his chest.
He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “Always.”
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summary: you find a jean jacket in a thrift store only to have it stolen by a stunning stranger.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
word count: >600
a/n: this is my first attempt at writing a one shot on here, please be kind. not proofread, mind any mistakes. ignore any formatting issues, im not sure how this all works.
For you, being home for the holidays was the best part of the year. You looked forward to finishing your fall semester so you could get out of the dorms and back to your childhood home. Being home for almost one month was a blessing. No assignments, no classes, and no torment from the men’s hockey team. Instead, you got home-cooked meals from your mother, endless time to read, and the Christmas holidays.
A few days following Christmas Day, during the week of limbo that existed between Christmas and New Year’s, you decided to go thrifting. There wasn’t anything you were necessarily looking to find, but you had been gifted some money for Christmas, and it was burning a hole in your wallet.
You went from store to store, looking for something that would catch your eye, but to no avail. There were a few books you saw that you had been interested in, but they were so battered that you left them behind.
In a last-ditch effort, you stopped at one final store. There was nothing worth buying in the women’s section. But something in the men’s section caught your eye.
You bolted directly to the item, admiring its beauty. The vintage Levi’s jean jacket was beautiful. It was worn, but not too worn. Enough to give it a distressed look. And it was a size large, just big enough to give an oversized feel.
You reached to pick the jacket off the rack when it was yanked away on the other side.
“Hey,” you yelped, “That’s mine.”
“Is it?” A man’s voice caught your attention, and you peered up at the man on the other side of the rack. He was young, around your age, and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that he was attractive. He had curly brown hair and piercing green eyes. He spoke, “Because I believe that I had it first.”
“But if you paid any attention, you would have seen that I was about to grab it,” you complained.
“I could say the same to you,” he said.
“Come on,” you argued, “Just give it to me.”
“Why should I?” he asked, “I had it first.”
“You’re really not going to let me have it? That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“Hmm…” He feigned thinking, “Nope.”
“You…you jerk!” you spit, half laughing, half serious.
A smirk appears across his face. “Finder’s keepers,” he taunted, slipping the jacket onto his bold frame.
You rolled your eyes and retreated to the women’s section to see if there was anything similar there that you had missed. Of course, there wouldn’t be, but you refused to storm out of the store while the man was still watching her.
Somehow, you ended up in the glassware section, finding a cute little jar you could put some of your crystals in. When you emerged from the secluded area, there was no sign of the man or the beautiful jean jacket anymore.
After you checked out at the cashier’s bench, you exited the store and made your way to your car. There was something hanging from your side mirror. Hesitantly, you opened the plastic grocery bag and were amazed at what you saw.
The jean jacket!
You pulled it out of the bag and put it on. It was perfect and it was yours! You stuffed your hands in your pockets and felt something funny. It was a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
If I was to give you ideas for Harry fics what are your limitations or topic/tropes that are off limits to you?
hi hi! thanks for asking!
i don’t really have any limitations other than that i prefer not to write smut, but i am open to almost any topic/trope as long as it is non-offensive and appropriate for most readers (if that makes sense)
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A breathy, desperate moan pours from Harry's mouth like a fountain of devotion, paired with his two favorite syllables entwined with pleasure. The sight of his wife straddling him and gripping his ankles with her head thrown back in ecstasy is heavenly. Her nipples are perky under her tank top as she grinds in smooth motions, each movement making her angelically gasp.
Harry's cock aches from the way she's clenched so tight around him, so perfectly to the point that he's nearly seeing stars on the ceiling. His whimpers transpire faster as he edges closer to releasing what he's been patiently waiting for all day. As soon as Nadine's family walked out the door after a long day of holiday festivities, he quite literally begged on his knees to let her take care of him. She had been teasing him all night and he didn't mind pleading like an insatiable madman while leaving fierce kisses on her thighs until she ultimately gave in.
Nadine currently rides him, her silver earrings swaying with every back-and-forth motion, and he can see on her face that her pleasure is coming from herself only. She doesn't even need to look at him, purely moving her body to get herself off by using his.
His physical daydream, soaking him with her own divine rapture. How did he get so lucky?
Harry rasps another soul-stirring moan, then blindly reaches his hands upwards to take Nadine's shirt off. She stops him with a palm to his perspiring collarbone. "No, I'll get cold," she says, short of breath.
He doesn't argue and just sits up so he can pull her chest to chest with him, feeling her trembling skin melt against his. The new position is easy to adjust to, and the pleasurable knot in his stomach tightens significantly due to the close proximity.
"Please, Nadi. Tell me you're almost there."
"I'm waiting for you," she breathes out before muffling a whine into his shoulder. "Been such a good boy, ma lune. Come for me."
When Nadine rocks one final, paradisiacal grind against him, Harry uses the last of his strength to gently push her onto her back so he can release inside of her while hovering over her. Eyes pinched shut, his vision swimming, he shudders through his strong orgasm with satisfied, broken moans. Behind his eyelids is a celestial kaleidoscope all because of his Aphrodite lain beneath him.
She releases shortly after him, clenching around his softening cock as he rubs soothing circles on her clit to stimulate her even more. She always looks so ethereal when she falls apart from a lustful climax. Her tan skin acquires an alluring glow, and her thick eyebrows pinch together as she brings his head down to kiss his needy mouth.
Drowning in her euphoric sounds, Harry murmurs, "Come back to me, rêveuse. Nadi, look at me." Brown eyes of a goddess slowly gaze upon him. "There you are."
Once she comes down from her empyrean high, he places his palm over her haywire heartbeat, then pulls out from her and leaves the bed to start aftercare. The following minutes are where he takes precious care of her, cleaning her with a warm, wet washcloth, and then tying her short hair into a ponytail. She's so beautiful even while simply lying on the sheets, dazed with serenity.
They switch places once everything is taken care of, Nadine now slipping on her black silk robe and strolling over to where Harry is sprawled out on the bed in a post-sex haze. "Mon amour," she coos, stroking his dampened hair back. "I almost forgot that I have more gifts to give you."
He sleepily blinks open his eyes and melts into her touch like snowbanks under sunlight. "For me? I thought we agreed to give each other an equal amount."
She smiles, lightly scratching his scalp. "I couldn't help myself."
"Mm," he weakly hums, eyes fluttering shut again. "You change your mind like the seasons. Do I have to get up?"
"Yes, you do. I left them in the greenhouse."
"Dove, my legs feel like that jelly dessert you made this morning. And it's chilly out." He lazily reaches his arms out like a child. "Let me hold you for a while."
Nadine daintily grabs his limp wrist and leans forward. "Please," she beggingly whispers in his ear. "Please, moonflower."
The perennial nickname makes Harry's stomach flip. He hides the arousing effect it has on him by sighing heavily. He then says, "Nadi, Nadi, Nadi. You make me do foolish things, hm? Give me a second so I can put some clothes on."
She plants a pert kiss onto his cheekbone as he sits up with a delicious, spent groan. He doesn't have time to sift through his entire closet, so he grabs the first thing in sight, which ends up being a pair of sweatpants and a white button up crumpled in the hamper. They're both dirty and will definitely not protect him from the bitter temperature outside.
After they both shuffle into their respective pairs of slippers, Nadine hugs Harry's arm and leads him out the patio door. They walk down the shoveled pathway towards the smaller greenhouse of the three that Harry has built over the years they've lived together in the countryside of France. The wreath and garland hung on the white wooden door as well as the bare evergreen tree inside are the only decorations they managed to deck the place out with.
"Bloody freezing out," Harry comments, cupping his hands together and blowing on them as Nadine opens the creaky door. Thank goodness it's heated inside.
The fluorescent lights flicker on, revealing the space where they store gardening supplies and tools for house projects. There's a yellow sun hat that Harry wears in the summer hung on a rusty nail, a chipped ceramic birdbath in the corner, a burlap bag of red mulch slumped over on the ground, and a broken watering can patched with duct tape that has tipped over from the wind.
Nadine skips towards the countertop and grabs two equally sized gifts that had sat on it, the boxes wrapped with sustainable brown paper bags. Snipped plants stick out from underneath the thin ribbons made of twine. "You have to open both at the same time," she says, holding them out to him.
Harry takes the gifts and peers up at her, narrowing his eyes with a smirk. "I'm suspicious."
She leans forward to smear an eager, messy kiss on his mouth. "Promise me," she murmurs.
"Je promets," he immediately replies, glancing between her doe eyes and perfect lips.
After he delicately unties the twine bow on each one, he tears the tape on the paper and lets it fall on the floor. He then sets the shoeboxes on the counter so he can lift the lid on both of them at the same exact time.
The first thing he comes face-to-face with is peas; lots and lots of peas. Snap peas, to be precise. Swallowing down a laugh, Harry says, "I- I'm flattered, Nadi, but I don't quite understand."
She bounces in place with anticipation and points to her holiday enigma. "Keep looking!"
He leisurely sifts through the peas in both boxes per his wife's request until he feels a tangible material under them. Pulling the unknown items out, two pastel green envelopes find their way into his grasp, both blank and crisp. He feels Nadine stand behind him and place her restless hands on his shoulders.
"Open the left one first," she quietly peeps.
Harry tilts his head so he can see her better, noticing an unreadable glint in her dark irises. He doesn't break eye contact with her as his pinky finger slips under the seal of the envelope to neatly tear it open. Giving Nadine a kiss on her nose, he looks back down and opens the paper wide to see what she has planned.
It's a pea pod with two little green peas in it. Harry finds himself smirking again. "Is this a riddle I need to solve?" he asks while taking out the tiny vegetable and inspecting it.
"It can be if you want to," Nadine responds, moving to stand next to him. "Or you can open the other envelope."
Setting the peapod down, Harry picks up the other envelope and repeats his actions, including staring her down and kissing her nose. This time, he fishes out a small, glossy picture. He doesn't recognize nor understand what he's looking at until the black and white image makes something click in his brain.
"Nadi." His heart starts to pound rapidly as his thumb and forefinger tightly grip the picture. "Nadi, is this real?"
"Oui," she exhales, holding her cheeks. "Look closer."
Harry focuses on the indistinguishable, computerized blob on the sonogram. "You're pregnant." He looks up at her. "Are you pregnant? Are we having a baby?"
Nadine grabs his face and kisses the corner of his mouth that's dry and parted in shock. "Yes, but look closer."
"I- I don't," he stammers, pressing a clammy palm to his forehead. "I can't believe this. Why... what's with the peas? Is the baby the size of a pea?"
"Mon doux amour," she gently says. "Do you not remember? You told me we would have little snap peas running around the garden."
Harry had said it while high up in the clouds, but he remembers. The dream never faded. "But it's winter—"
"I know I said no getting pregnant in the winter," Nadine cuts in, "but I couldn't wait to have babies with you." She kisses his lips over and over again. "My moonflower, you are going to be a dad."
Exhaling shakily, he lets the feeling sink in. "A baby. Our little baby."
"Not quite." Nadine grabs the pea pod and sets it on her open palm. "How many peas are there?"
"Two," Harry replies, his voice going up at the end in confusion. It then dawns on him, a sunny and glorious daybreak of emotions. He leans back against the counter and covers his face with the sonogram. "Oh, mon dieu. We're having twins."
Nadine hugs him tightly, squealing happily into his neck. Her heart beats just as fast as his. "Two peas in a pod," she whispers against his skin.
Harry starts laughing in disbelief. "Twins," he scratchily repeats, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up. "My Nadi. Thank you. Merci beaucoup." He kisses her deeply in between his words of gratitude. "Merci, my love. How far along are you?"
"Eight weeks," she answers, her tiny dimples appearing when she smiles giddily. "I waited to tell you after the pregnancy test since I had a feeling I was carrying two babies. Then I had the first ultrasound last Monday and found out they were twins."
"You had a feeling?" he asks, setting her down.
"Look at my belly." She lifts her silk robe up and turns to the side. "I've been trying to hide it from you since it's already growing so fast."
That's when Harry starts crying. Seeing the smallest bump protruding from his wife's soft stomach makes everything more real. He drops down to his knees and buries his face in the pudgy skin there. "How..." he chokes out, shaking his head. "How did I not notice?"
"I'm sneaky."
He holds her every night, knowing each dip and curve of her figure. Worshipping each stretch mark on her skin like it's the only thing he'll ever do. He can't believe he missed every little hint that she was hiding the physical change.
"God, dove." Harry marvels over her body with softened eyes that glisten with tears. "Look at you. Look at this belly."
"Two babies, chéri," Nadine says, wiping away the wetness under his eyes. "I'll be enormous once spring comes."
He kisses her bump with tender lips. "I've dreamt of this. You're going to be so beautiful. Do you know that?"
Surely, she does, because she bites her bottom lip and smiles. "The next appointment is in three weeks. I want you to come."
"I'll be there. You know I will." Harry exhales a thrilled breath and stands back up. "Twins. I can't believe it."
"Me neither," Nadine responds as she pulls her robe back down. She then points at the two blobs on the sonogram still in his hands. "Bébé un et bébé deux."
"Nadi," Harry breathes out, still not able to wrap his head around it. "This makes me so, so happy. This is what I've always wanted with you."
He can vividly imagine the skin of her stomach growing into a taut and rounded home for his babies as the season of spring makes her glow like an evening primrose. Then when they're born in the summertime, he can imagine holding one baby in each arm, bouncing them up and down while he shows them his gardens. He'll teach them everything he knows.
"Je t'aime," Nadine says, kissing his cheeks until they turn the color of a cherry blossom. "I was so nervous that the peas would get mushy, so I secretly wrapped the gifts after lunch while you were showering."
"Where did you get all of them?"
"Farmer's market in the village. I bought every last bag and the old lady selling them looked at me funny."
Harry laughs, picturing his wife stuffing her tote bag with an egregious amount of peas. "You can make baby food from all of them," he suggests.
She gasps excitedly. "That's what I was thinking!"
His heart feels like it's going to burst. "Je t'aime." He sets the sonogram down and holds the back of her head, resting his forehead against hers. "We're going to have so much fun, oui? I'll plant each of them a garden. I'll let them crawl all over me and make them leaf crowns. I'll let them bloom into whatever they want to be."
A tear gracefully trails down Nadine's face. "You are so sweet, mon ange. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas. This is the best gift... the best two gifts."
"I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight."
Harry kisses her square on the mouth. "We don't have to sleep. Let me show you how thankful I am. My wife is so nice for not making me wait until spring, isn't she?"
She enticingly sticks her thumb in between her teeth for a brief second, then removes it. "We just had sex."
"Please, sunflower," he says with a hand traveling down to the dip of her spine. "Let me take care of you. Laisse moi arroser ma fleur préférée."
"If you insist." Nadine slides away from him and moves toward the door. "I'll even let you take my shirt off this time since you know now."
Harry furrows his eyebrows, but quickly realizes what she's getting at. "Is that why you've been keeping your shirt on during sex for the past couple of weeks?"
"Oui," she replies with a sly grin.
Growling playfully, he picks her up and gently throws her over his shoulder. "You little fox..."
——
One Year Later
"Sacré bleu, Nalin!" Harry whisper-shouts, scooping his baby boy up from the counter before he puts the bell-shaped bulb of a snowdrop plant in his mouth. "Don't scare your dad like that, oui?"
Now both of his arms are occupied, restricting him from sowing any more scallion seeds into the dirt. Holding two babies that reach out to try and grab anything they can get their hands on is proving to be a full-time job in the greenhouse as of lately.
His left arm is holding Lily, named after the elegant flower that blooms on the reservoirs of Loire Valley.
His right arm is holding Nalin, named after the Hindi name for the lotus flower that floats in French water gardens.
"You two are such trouble," Harry says under his breath as he bounces them up on his hip. "Papa is working so hard to plant a beautiful garden for you both, and this is what I get in return?"
He's made it a tradition to plant them both a mini garden each season. He started immediately last winter when Nadine told him she was pregnant, and he doesn't plan on stopping until he runs out of room. Speaking of Nadine, where has she frolicked off to?
Looking out the greenhouse kitchen window, Harry finds her picking beetroots from the winter garden. She's bundled up in her tan coat, harvesting the blood-red vegetable for whatever meal she has planned for dinner tonight.
Lily starts kicking her legs, happy and staccato babbles leaving her mouth. She looks just like his Nadi. Her dark strands of hair and deep-set eyes the color of maple syrup are so similar to his wife's, that he often finds himself staring at his baby girl for ample amounts of time, noticing all the pretty parts she shares with her mother. Nalin, who is a complete mama's boy, has a tiny bit more of Harry in him looks-wise since they were born fraternal twins. He has his green eyes and thin lips, as well as his curly hair, yet even that is as dark as Nadine's. Her strong features overpower his children, but he wouldn't want it any other way.
The door creaks open, causing a gust of December wind to blow into the greenhouse. Nadine steps inside with her hair and coat covered in snow flurries. "My babies!" she cheerfully greets, setting down the woven basket filled with beets and reaching her arms out.
Harry passes Nalin over and watches her give him kisses all over his face until his plump cheeks lift with a dimpled smile. Lily still clings to his side, tiny socked feet harmlessly kicking against his stomach in excitement.
"What are you using the beets for?" he asks, pressing a soft kiss to Nadine's forehead, her skin cold from the nippy weather.
"I'm making hummus out of them."
Harry raises his eyebrows and gapes at Lily. "Yummy in your tummy," he whispers to her while tickling under her bellybutton. Looking back at Nadine, he adds, "I'm almost finished in here and then I'll make a fire for us. Go inside and warm up, dove."
She directs her gaze to the twins. "Do you need me to take them from you?"
Harry smiles helplessly. "Oui, s'il vous plaît. They're trying to eat the plants."
Nadine laughs sweetly and takes Lily in her other arm. She then leaves a long, full kiss on Harry's mouth before leaving, taking his little snap peas with her.
She can be any flower she wants to be and flourish in any condition. A winter's rose, each thorn representing the doting pain she feels from loving so passionately. A late spring larkspur, each purple petal protecting her family from harm. An autumn chrysanthemum, each stem rooting from the deep devotion she carries.
Most of all, she's a summer sunflower that thrives throughout every season. With a face that follows the sun, she stands tall and watches over her personal garden.
The sunflower to his moonflower.
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