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When Y/N becomes the nanny to a guarded billionaire CEO, Harry’s carefully controlled world begins to unravel. Secrets and forbidden feelings soon follow.
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Thrust into power after his father’s death, Harry must lead the family mafia while facing his volatile brother. An arranged marriage to Y/N Castellano binds their fates.
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Harry’s routine college life is shaken when he meets Y/N, someone who doesn’t belong in his world but refuses to leave his mind.
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Harry wasn't sure how the kids would react the first time they'd told them.
James would likely be excited. Al bordering on indifference. But Lily was a toss-up.
Her ninth birthday was just around the corner--a fact that still shocked Harry to his core. And she was just as much of a daddy's girl now as she'd been the day she was born.
"She took that a bit...too well, no?" Harry told Abby that night, having finally shared the news of a baby to the kids.
Abby raised an eyebrow at him. "You've been stressed all week wondering if she'd be upset," she said, slowly. "And now you're stressed that she wasn't upset?"
Harry sighed as he settled back against his pillow. "I'm not stressed, I'm just..." he said, trying to find the words. "I mean--you'd think she'd care a little bit, wouldn't you?"
At this Abby put a hand over her mouth, clearly covering a smile.
"What?" Harry said. Then when she didn't respond, he tried again. "What?"
"You're upset that she wasn't upset!"
"What?" Harry said, looking at her as if she were mad. "Why would I want my daughter to be upset?"
"Well, not a terrible amount," Abby said. "But maybe just a teeny tiny bit."
She held her fingers close together in front of his face, but Harry pushed her hand aside and huffed loudly.
"Not true," he mumbled.
"She'll always be her daddy's girl, don't you worry, Harry."
"Leave me alone."
Abby giggled into his shoulder.
"Well, whatever. Let's just wait and see what happens if this baby is girl," he said.
Nothing happened.
Not then. Not when the gifts came pouring in. Not when the room was being set up. At no point throughout the entire pregnancy did Lily show any signs of jealousy or resentment--something that Harry was genuinely relieved about.
There was always that tiny niggling voice in his head asking why. But Harry ignored it. It was silly. He was being silly.
"Lily, do you want to say hi to your baby sister?"
Harry and Abby glanced at each other over her head, both of them waiting on baited breaths.
The girl ambled in, pressing against Harry's side as she looked at the baby in Abby's arms.
"She's so little," Lily said, holding Harry's hand in hers a bit tightly. "Can I hold her?"
"Sure, but we've got to be very, very careful, okay?" Harry said. "How about we hold her together."
Lily nodded, finally letting go of Harry's hand as he picked up the baby carefully and sat down.
"Can I hold her now?" Lily said, sitting down beside him.
Harry smiled before gently placing Lizzie in her big sister's arms, one hand still under the baby's head.
"Look at you three," Abby said with a tired smile. "Daddy and his little girls."
Lily glanced around, almost shyly.
It was uncharacteristic of her, and Harry and Abby made eye contact again before he leaned in close to Lily.
"My big little girl," Harry said, placing a kiss on her head. "And my small little girl."
"Small and little are the same thing," Lily said as if he were thick. "And how can I be big and little. You don't make any sense sometimes, Daddy."
Harry sighed, glad at least that the odd bout of shyness was gone.
"Give her here, Harry, and go call the boys in. I can practically hear James pacing from here," Abby said, holding out her arms. "Lily, come sit beside me, love."
Harry did as he was told, unable to keep the stupid smile off his face, feeling an unbelievable lightness in his chest that he hadn't felt since the last time he'd been in a room like this, holding his new baby in his arms.
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Brief description: You would do absolutely anything to piss your brother off, running late all of the time, be completely oblivious to your surroundings, even spike his drinks with different concoctions that you're trying out, however this scheme looks like it'll rock the sibling bond you two share. Forever.
Inintiate: Operation date Harry. Goddamn. Potter.
The dark black and green robes loosely hung on my arms as I stood next to my brother, who looked impeccable as he stared at me in annoyance. Without saying a word he pulled my robes onto my shoulders and took the small library from my arms. "You really need to remember what the time is, Aquila."
I ran my fingers through my hair before I straighten and tuck my school tie into my grey sweater. "What, and miss the chance of pissing you off each time I'm late?" I took the books from his arms and began walking into the dining hall. "You obviously don't know me well enough, brother, I love pissing you off."
Draco rolled his eyes and sat us next to his friends. Ignoring the group of less than pleasant people I began eating my crumpets while reviewing the potions book father had sent in our last care package.
It was incredibly advanced, in fact a majority of the instructions appeared as gibberish until I waved my wand and translated them into English. "Lia!"
Looking up I spot the beautiful Luna Lovegood forcing herself inbetween Crabbe and Goyle while staring at me in amazement. "I caught one!"
"What? How?!" I say while standing up and reaching out to the small jar in her hands. The glass was cold and I stared into it, attempting to view the little fiend who was on the inside of it.
"It was floating around the common room this morning! Isn't it amazing!" I accepted her glasses and peered into the glass jar.
Inside was a fiesty blue pixie with sharp teeth. It's black, beady eyes staring at me with such hatred it made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Luna, you're brilliant! Just in time too, I finally got the-"
Draco yanked my robe hard, causing me to sit before taking the glass jar out of my hands and looking into it briefly before handing it back to Luna. "Leave," Draco said nastily, however he appeared to have remember our agreement of being nice to my friends, because he didn't dare say anymore.
"I'll talk to you later, Luna! Thank you!" I waved at her as she wondered back over to her table.
Looking back at Draco, I smacked the back of his head before putting Luna's glasses into my pocket. "Be nicer, or I'll dye your hand red, again."
"We agreed not at the table."
"I agreed I wouldn't go over to theirs anymore, not Luna come over to ours."
"Don't hang around her anymore, I've told you this - Even mum has! She's Loony Luna! You can't allow your reputation to be ruined by the likes of her!"
I slammed the front cover closed of my book and looked at him. "You're right, Draco, I should really begin thinking of my reputation!" I said loudly, suddenly feeling a hushed quiet in the hall. Standing up I took my books and began walking away from the Slytherin table.
"Where are you going?!" Draco yelled after me.
"I'm thinking about my reputation, I can't be seen dead with the likes of a big headed jerkwad!" I said as I stuck my hand up and waved it. "See you later!"
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Luna and I sat behind the castle, digging for jasmine roots for the final part of our potion, my pale hands were covered in dirt as I attempted to pull out a large enough portion of the root.
"You shouldn't fight with your brother, Lia..."
"He shouldn't have called you Looney Luna."
"Yes, but he is family, family is meant to annoy one another-"
"You're apart of my family too, Luna, you're my best friend."
She quietly knotted the ends of the roots she found before placing them into a cotton draw stringed bag. "And you're apart of mine, Lia, you know that."
"I just... Luna, I'm tired," I say quietly as I stopped digging and stared into the hole in the earth. "Dad started talking about matches for me at Christmas lunch. Mum is excited because she gets to choose who my match is with, but I'm only a kid. I don't want to think about marriage, I want to focus on my schooling!"
"I think it'd be romantic if you met your soul mate through the match."
"Fat chance, my soul mate is either dead or he's parading around in Australia with cute surfer girls."
"I can't wait until we go on our trip!" Luna suddenly says.
"As soon as we graduate it'll just be me, you, and cute surfer dudes!" I say, smiling to myself as I remember our future trip to Australia.
"And the Pharlax Ignia!"
"That's if we can even find it," I agree with a nod. "How do you think I can get back at Draco for making a scene at breakfast?"
"You could out a - Hermione!" Luna shouts as she begins waving like a maniac. Looking up I see the golden trio standing in the courtyard amongst a few others, one being my brother.
"Hey Luna, what are they like?"
"Who? Oh! Hermione is really nice and smart, she can answer any question I have about potions. Ron's nice too, he's really funny and always plays chess with me in the library. Harry's nice, he always stands up for me when others make jokes about me."
Tilting my head a small spark of a idea flickered in my brain.
"Which one do you think I'd get along with most?"
"Hmm, probably Hermione as she's on the same level as you about potions."
"And romantically?"
"I suppose Harry, he'd challenge you and you always liked a challenge... Why do you ask?"
Smirking I stood up and waved my wand, cleaning the both of us before I began making my way to the golden trio. "Oi! Potter!" I yelled while waving. Luna scurried after me while I can hear her begin to panic.
"Potter! Yeah, you!" I point at him as I wandered over to the confused group. "I wanna talk to you!" I shouted.
"Uh, okay?" I hear Harry say while he stared at me weirdly. Once again all eyes were on me and no one was talking.
"Hi Oliver," I waved as he stared at me in confusion.
"Hi Lia, you haven't almost killed yourself from flying on a broom stick, have you?"
"Only a couple times," I wave dismissively before I tilted my head and looked at Harry. "Harry, I know I'm not from the best family, and I know you probably hate my guts, however I want to let you know that I have liked you for awhile now..." I trailed off as I hear someone choking in the distance. "But, there's no use not ever knowing, so, will you go on a date to Hogsmeade with me?"
Harry stared at me with a blank face. "Sorry, I think I heard wrong there, what did you say?"
"You," I point to him. "Me," I say while pointing at myself. "On a date, the next Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Uh..." He looked at me before his eyes flickered behind me, probably at the red face Luna who was attempting to breathe normally and my brother, who no doubt is matching Luna's red faced. "Umm..."
"Yes!" Hermione suddenly yelled. "He would love to, Lia!"
"I would?" Hermione elbowed Harry. "Ow! I mean I would!"
"Harry, it's fine if you don't want to-" I start to say before he cut me off, a faint red blush appearing on his cheeks.
"No, it's okay, I want to go on a date with you, I'm just shocked you asked at all."
"Oh..." I say, a bit surprised he actually said yes, "Okay then... Meet you here at ten then?"
"Sounds good to me," he says while scratching the back of his head in embarassment and awkwardness.
"Yeah... Me too! I'll, uh, see you then!" I say before I turned and walked into the school corridor. After a few moments Luna caught up to me.
"Did you just-"
"Yeah!" I say looking at her with red stained cheeks. "I can't believe I just-"
Luna laughed. "Looks like the Wrakspurt has made another fool out of you, Lia!"
I groaned. "Did Draco look mad at least?"
"I thought he was about to curse us all," Luna says blissfully before she side eyes me. "Do you even like Harry?"
I paused for a moment before shrugging. "I never really spoke to the guy, so I'm not sure," I lied, knowing full well that I always found amusement in his interactions with Draco. "Either way, dad's going to be pissed when he finds out," I bit the side of my tongue before we turn the corner of the corridor and began making our way to Myrtle's bathroom.
"Did you-"
Luna held up the bag of roots and I nodded. "Okay, let's do this," I say while linking my arm up with her's.
Did I just do something stupid? Probably.
Will I regret it later on? Most likely.
Will Draco's reaction be a reward for what's to come?
Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.
Author's note: here is a new chapter of vicious. let me know what you think and if you would like to get tagged!
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Exhaustion gripped Y/N as she continued to run, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The fear of capture propelled her forward, the urgency echoing in her heartbeat. The crunch of fallen leaves beneath her shoes added a surreal soundtrack to her escape, while the chilling autumn air hinted at the approaching night.
Desperation compelled her to glance over her shoulder, seeking reassurance that she had eluded pursuit. As the woods seemed to grow quieter, Y/N cautiously slowed her pace, hoping the pursuit had ceased. In a moment of respite, she retrieved her phone, intending to contact Giana for guidance. The realization of no signal sent a wave of frustration through her, quickly overshadowed by the distant barking of dogs and the flickering glow of flashlights. They were closing in.
With dread seizing her, Y/N sprinted once more. The haunting echoes of the pursuing dogs and distant voices added to her terror. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran, the urgency intensified by the proximity of the search party. Then, with a sudden and violent lurch, one of the dogs sank its teeth into her ankle, sending Y/N crashing to the ground, the pain radiating through her like a lightning bolt.
Y/N's cries of pain resonated through the woods as she clutched her injured ankle, tears streaming down her face. The loyal dog, sensing her distress, barked incessantly, calling the attention of the approaching men. As they swiftly gathered around, her heart sank at the sight of her soon-to-be husband.
"Boss," she heard, looking up to find Harry leaning over her with an unreadable expression. His command to bring her back echoed in her ears as he turned away, retracing his steps toward the house. Y/N winced, realizing the extent of her mistake.
Harry seethed with anger. He had been summoned from his office by Charlie, only to discover Y/N's disappearance. What could have been a chance to mend their earlier interaction now seemed lost. His thoughts darkened as he contemplated the corrective measures he would take.
"Where, boss?" Charles inquired as he lifted Y/N's body, ready to transport her back to the house.
"In her room," Harry ordered, then turned to Lex. "Get the medic to her room." The gravity of his impending actions hung heavily in the air.
As Charlie gently laid Y/N on the bed, she couldn't help but voice her questions, her eyes still red from crying. Her soaked sock bore witness to the dog's bite, a painful reminder of her ill-fated escape. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, and the room filled with tension. “Why would. you let your dog bite me?”
Harry, standing at the foot of her bed, didn't mince words. "Someone needed to take you down. Either the dogs or one of my men with a bullet," he explained, watching her grimace in pain. "Where were you going?"
Y/N retorted with defiance, "That’s none of your business," just as the doctor entered the room. "Boss," the doctor acknowledged Harry with a nod before turning his attention to Y/N. "May I?" Harry gave a quick nod, permitting the examination.
The doctor efficiently assessed the wound, offering a glimpse of relief. "It’s not that deep. We’ll just need to clean it and pack it and give her some antibiotics and painkillers."
"Do it," Harry commanded, "let me know when you are done," before leaving the room in search of a drink.
Left alone with the doctor, Y/N saw an opportunity. Whispering her plea, she hoped to find an ally. "Please help me." She dared to suggest an escape, but the doctor merely chuckled, dismissing the notion. "What is everyone so afraid of?" she asked, her eyes searching for understanding.
“You know this could be way worse. You are lucky,” the man said as he applied antibiotics to the wound, hoping to prevent any infection from the dog’s saliva. “Most people that escape don’t have your same fate. They are usually diseased by the time I get there.”
That didn’t make her feel any better. Y/N was shaken. She had seen him almost kill her brother, who shared blood and parents with him. She barely knew him, and she was just an obstacle in his life, a means to rise to power and live the life he had always dreamed of.
“Thank you,” she said, feeling immediate relief as he dressed her wound.
“I am going to administer the antibiotics by IV. Let me see your arm.”
“Can you just get a pill?” She was scared to get drugged. Perhaps she was just being paranoid, but she couldn’t help thinking that the doctor was going to drug her from keep her from escaping, obeying Harry.
“I don’t trust you to take them,” he truthfully said as he changed his gloves and prepared everything to find a vein and canalize it. Y/N hesitantly stretched out her arm. He tied the tourniquet, cleaned the area, punctured her. “You might have an upset stomach. I suggest you have dinner.”
“I am not hungry.” The doctor didn’t respond; he was used to it. He had seen and taken care of many things within the walls of the house. He didn’t feel sorry for her. Harry had given her a room and hadn’t dragged her downstairs, which meant he cared for her in a way. The dogs would usually tear people into pieces when found.
“Right. I’ll be back tomorrow to administer your meds and change the dressing,” he informed her as he hung the bag and adjusted the drip. “Liquids, food, and rest.”
“What’s your name?” Y/N asked as he finished packing everything that he had taken out and threw away everything else.
“Cameron,” he said before leaving the room, leaving the door wide open.
Y/N looked around, searching for her phone. She looked at the door, wanting to just run out. Unfortunately, having an IV prevented her from escaping. Before she could get up for her bag and search for her phone, Harry walked in. He made sure to close the door behind him.
A cigarette between his lips and a glass of scotch on the rocks. He had discarded her blazer. His hair was messier from running his hands through it. He wanted to drag her downstairs, chain her to a chair, and have his way with her. He wanted her to regret ever leaving but hurting her would only cause issues with the Italians.
He just knew that he needed to punish her.
“Where were you going?” Harry asked again as he opened the window, the same one she had escaped through. He lit up his cigarette and sat down on the small futon by it. She didn’t say anything. “Are you deaf?”
“I already said it was none of your fuckin' business.”
"Watch your mouth," he sharply said, pointing at her with the cigarette held between his fingers. "You keep thinking this is all a game. I am very tempted to take you downstairs and punish you the only way I know how to. You are not down there merely because of your father."
“I was doing us both a favor,” she shrugged. “You don’t want me here. You’ve made that very clear.” Y/N hoped that Harry continued to believe her father loved and cared for her. The only reason he hadn’t killed her was the consequences he thought it would bring. However, she was sure her father wouldn’t care if she were dead.
“Where were you going? To your father’s?” Y/N laughed and shook her head.
“I am not telling you.” Y/N didn’t want to get Giana in trouble. She still wasn’t sure how far Harry would go to make a statement. Giana’s husband was just as crazy or worse, and she knew he would do crazy things to Giana.
By not telling him, her silence led Harry's mind to a different place. He couldn't help but think she was escaping for a man.
"A man," he said out loud as he took the last drag out of his cigarette. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of his exhale. The air was thick with tension as Harry tried to process the implications of her silence. “Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever, ever think you’re capable of that” He warned her as he banged his hands against the feet of the bed as he stared at her.
“You think you can intimidate me?” She giggled, “My father terrorized me my whole life. You are just a rookie in this game”
Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her injured ankle throbbing with pain. The dim light in the room cast eerie shadows, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Harry extinguished his cigarette, the embers glowing in the darkness as he approached her. His eyes were cold and calculating, and a sinister smile played on his lips.
"What game are you playing, Y/N?" Harry's voice was low, a dangerous edge cutting through the air. He towered over her, making her feel small and vulnerable. "You think you can just run away? Escape? You're mine. You were promised to me and you don't get to decide when this ends."
Y/N swallowed hard, her gaze shifting away from his intense stare.
"This is your home now," he sneered, pacing back and forth like a caged predator. "You belong to me, whether you like it or not. Trying to escape will only make things worse for you.”
“What do you want from me?” Y/N's voice wavered, but she mustered the courage to meet his gaze.
Harry leaned in, his face inches from hers, and the smell of his cologne mixed with a faint hint of smoke surrounded her. "I want your obedience, your loyalty. You'll do what I say without question. And if you think running away will save you, you're mistaken.”
Y/N's heart raced as she felt the weight of his threat. She had seen the brutal side of him, the violence he was capable of, and the thought of being at his mercy terrified her. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself.
"I won't be a pawn in your twisted game.”
His hand shot out, grabbing her jaw forcefully. "You don't get to talk back to me," he hissed. "Remember your place, or I'll make sure you regret every moment you thought you could defy me.”
With that, Harry released her, leaving Y/N breathless and shaken. As he walked away, she couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come, and the walls of her gilded cage closed in around her.
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So, this fact is going to be a little different. I have this old ask below that I never got around to answering at the time, so I thought I'd finally answer it today since you guys wanted some Harry/Abby fluff 😉. Sorry to the anon who sent this and had to wait like 5 months for their answer! This was during the time I was away from Tumblr for a while. But without further ado:
Obviously these will all be kind of hypothetical for now, since they're not together yet. But I've been to the future, and can reliably report the following:
The cuddler:
Abby, for sure. She loves hopping into bed or on the couch next to Harry and snuggling up to his side. But Harry, despite not usually initiating, definitely enjoys it as well. She's soft and smells good and is usually wearing a comfy jumper that he likes to sneak his hands under in order to "warm up".
Who makes the bed:
Whoever leaves the bed last. On the weekdays that's usually Abby. On the weekends it's usually Harry. On mornings after stormy nights, it's usually Lily with the help of Harry or Abby.
Who wakes up first:
Harry. Even on the weekends. But he stays in bed until Abby wakes up.
Who hogs the blanket:
Just answered this the other day in an ask! It would be Abby.
Who is more protective:
Harry. Harry. Harry. Which drives Abby mad sometimes, but he loosens up a little over time with both her and his kids. He's always going to be a bit overprotective, though. It's in his nature.
Who's more ticklish:
Harry. Unless he cheats and uses a tickling charm on Abby. But he quickly learned never to do that again after Abby retaliated by lacing all his pants with itching powder for a week.
Who is the spider killer?
Harry. Only because Abby always releases them back into the wild instead of killing them--something Ron was very unnerved by when he first witnessed it.
Who apologizes first:
It's a mix. For bigger arguments, they usually both need space to cool down and think. And then when they come back to each other, they can talk it out more maturely. So they kind of apologize at the same time. Harry is more stubborn than Abby, overall. But when it comes to fights, he's never too stubborn to admit he was wrong. They're both pretty self-aware and know what their weaknesses are. It's just a matter of pride that keeps them from apologizing right away.
Who initiates kisses:
In public, Abby. But even then, it's mostly just a kiss on the cheek or a quick one on the lips. At home in front of the kids, it's about equal. But again, those are usually small kisses. And in private, it's more Harry. Abby initiates the cuddling and the teasing more, but Harry usually kisses her first.
Who gives in easier to puppy eyes:
Harry, for sure. Partly because he doesn't even know how to pull off that look. But also because Abby looks way too cute to him when she does.
What is the most common argument:
The most common dumb arguments are usually about the house--Abby leaving dishes in the sink, Harry leaving his clothes on the floor. The most common big arguments are about Harry's overprotectiveness towards her and the kids, Abby being easier with discipline and not consistent with Harry, Harry taking magical things for granted/forgetting that Abby doesn't know or can't do certain things, and both of them having trouble expressing their emotions.
Some of those get better with time, especially the last one. But others are just kind of always inevitable.
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Aaaaand that's a wrap. I hope the original anon sees this, and I hope everyone else enjoys these facts of the week! Hopefully these will hold you over for a little ;)
Abby once developed a rather embarassing crush on her university orchestra conductor–a 48 year old, divorced man who had a habit of wearing the same tweed waistcoast to every rehearsal and wiping his sweaty brow with a battered-looking handkerchief.
At the end of term, Abby gifted him with a new one, much to the protests of her friends, and had his initials embroidered into the fabric. He was so overwhelmed by the gesture that he didn’t even react when she threw her arms around him in a quick hug and rushed out of his office.
Thankfully, he never mentioned the incident again, and Abby was pleased to note that she’d got over her feelings by next term. But then, she supposed it helped to have a rather nice-looking Philosophy professor to admire instead.
Set in OOTP. Love triangles, new faces, betrayal, duels, werewolves and more. I can't write summaries. Moony's daughter has just transferred from Beauxbatons, and captures the heart of our hero and his enemy. But Dumbledore has more instore for her.
Chapter 43 is just up, read and review?
