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(should I even have one of these yet? idk.)

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#Masterlist #Original Writing #will update as I go #:)

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Another year, another December I don’t post my Harry version of The Holiday

midnight-kfc

hi just a PSA: this is AI - there is a Gemini AI logo in the bottom right corner

Thank you for your time

all the fics of him being a good kisser are a lie

#for legal reasons this is a joke

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Someone motivate meeeeeeee

Another year, another December I don’t post my Harry version of The Holiday

sneaky peek....

Two weeks ago you'd had an argument. One of those arguments where neither of you were actually right, but he was condescending and you were stubborn and ultimately it had led to...a break.

The problem with breaks, however, is you weren't ever sure if you were going to un-break.

You had suggested it, he'd agreed. And for some reason, him agreeing to it had deflated you even more. You'd wanted him to fight a little, show a crack in that armour he'd put up, but he didn't. And within the hour, he was gone.

Two weeks ago you were happily washing his t-shirts with yours, insisting it was fine and that you wanted to do it, now you were sitting in the launderette alone and barely any words spoken between you.

#am i writing?#who knows #will this be out before 2026?#also who knows #lol

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#inspo #harry #hi honey

Someone motivate meeeeeeee

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Short n' Sweet Fic Challenge

In an effort to bring fic back to Tumblr, we're going to have a little fic challenge to shake the cobwebs off. The point of the Short n' Sweet Fic Challenge is exactly that -- write something short to get back to the fun of writing.

Here's the rule: Each piece should be around 500 words. That's it! If you want to write more or less, go for it, but this challenge to be fun and easy to participate in.

All types of fic are welcome -- sweet, spicy, or smutty -- it just has to feature Harry. Feel free to write something new, or revisit a favorite story/couple. And if you need some visual inspo, feel free to use one of the pictures below (thanks to @harrysblackcoat and @hslllot for sending the pictures.

Feel free to tag me when you've posted your writing -- I can't wait to see what everyone creates!

#i am intrigued #maybe i'll give this a go?

I miss writing

honeyedrasp

Remember that time I started an xmas fic based on The Holiday and promised it two years ago? Sorry about that :’) Maybe one day I’ll finish it.

#one day

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London is becoming so autumnal this week, leaves turning and it's getting blustery and cloudy, I would love to read something cosy and domestic about being at home in London with Harry if that's something you wanted to write

I am going in a different direction with this, because when I think of Autumn and London!Harry, I think sweaters.

Cosy ones. Ones that give him sweater paws and that you enjoy cuddling up to him when he’s got one on. He just looks soft wearing them, and you’re glad for the cooler weather when he starts pulling them out again.

Because as much as you love them on him, you quite like them on yourself, too.

You’re meant to be meeting up with some friends for lunch, and he’s told you that they’re more than likely to want to sit outside. The day is clear, but crisp, and it’s still comfortable enough to sit on a patio as long as you’re dressed appropriately.

He’s already dressed, and he tells you that you have 15 minutes before you really need to get going, and leaves you standing at the wardrobe in your bedroom with a frown plastered to your face.

You fish through the drawers and the racks with your mind set on one thing you want to wear, and you grow increasingly more frustrated when you can’t seem to find it. “Harry, have you seen my jumpsuit? The striped one?” You call out, eyeing the laundry hamper.

“No,” he calls back. “Did yeh leave it at yours?”

“I swear I brought it here…” you mutter, pawing through the hamper.

You jump when he appears in the doorway. “What did yeh say?” He asks, now dressed in his jacket, sunnies tucked into the collar of his t-shirt.

“I said, I thought I brought it with me…” you reply with a sigh, tossing the laundry back into the basket.

“Wear somethin’ else,” he shrugs easily, lip ticking when your glare at him. He knows that when you have an idea in your head, you’re pretty set on it. “Can wear somethin’ of mine if yeh fancy. Might look nice.”

You scowl deeper, and he lets out a cackle as he turns and makes his way back down the hall. “Ten minutes!”

“You fuck….” you grumble, turning back to the wardrobe.

It’s then that you spy it. A thick brown sweater that you have always, always loved on him. You stand on tiptoe to take it down off the rack, admiring it, running your fingers over the collar. He did say you could wear something of his, didn’t he?

He’s about to call out that you have two minutes when you come shuffling down the hallway, and his eyes pop.

The sweater is huge on you. It’s big on him, but on you it sits longer in the arms, and the hem grazes your thighs. You’ve put on a pair of thick tights and a short black skirt, and rolled up the sleeves to your forearms to ‘complete’ the look, and you catch eyes with him briefly before going in search of your sneakers.

“S’this?” He asks, voice thick, when you bend down to pull one on. His fingers catch the hem of his sweater and he tugs.

“Said I could wear something of yours,” you reply loftily, shrugging, a little smile on your face. “Is this alright?”

He clears his throat, hand dropping from you when you stand up straight, turning to face him. “Yeah…” he says, giving you a once over and then wishing he hadn’t. You’re meant to be leaving. “Yeah it’s…”

He isn’t ready for the possessive swell that comes over him, but seeing you like this, in his clothes, has him briefly considering calling his friends to tell them you won’t be able to make it.

He crowds up against you, hands gripping your hips through the thick cotton, groaning ever so softly. “This is mean.”

“What? Why is it mean?” You ask, breathless. You’re warm all over from the way he’s looking at you. “It’s just a sweater….”

“S’my sweater,” he says, squeezing your hips. “Christ…”

You laugh, getting your arms around his shoulders to press your frame to his. “If it’s too much I can…”

Shakes his head, ducking down to kiss you firmly, stamping down his possessive feelings, and he grunts again, pressing one, two three quick kisses to your parted lips in succession before he sucks in a breath. “Should get goin’…” he says gruffly. “Should…”

You nod, pinching your lips together for a moment because you’re almost ready to say stuff lunch. “Yeah, we should…”

(And sure, it takes 20 minutes longer, and you have to change your tights because someone gets a little overzealous, but when you do finally leave, you decide to walk to the restaurant, enjoying the chill in the air….)

#remember when i used to write

Remember that time I started an xmas fic based on The Holiday and promised it two years ago? Sorry about that :’) Maybe one day I’ll finish it.

#i also didn't realize how many followers i had here #so i am so sorry i just vanished!#but hello and thanks for reading.