wroetoshaw.
- burnt out
y/n is burnt out from work and misses her boyfriend.
- blinding lights
harry & y/n get drunk and clingy.
- happy place
y/n owns a cafe that harry is a regular in. he keeps her separate from the rest of his life, until he can’t anymore.
- joints n cuddles
y/n and harry are distant friends who got high together and cuddled.
- stroppy
harry is bad at gta and just wants a hug.
- baby fever
harry just loves his partner and wants a baby.
- love drug ***
y/n and harry get stoned and horny
- secrets
harry and y/n have been seeing each other for a while, but the secret’s out when harry accidentally exposes some very intimate truths
- golden retriever!reader headcanon
ksi.
- dating ksi (headcanon)
MCYT.
sapnap.
- building a burning house
in a world where soulmates share scars, y/n discovers that her soulmate is her sworn enemy the night before they go to war.
Summary: y/n only wants one thing and harry is learning to relax enough to give it to her. | demon!harry , angst , fluff , smut
A/N: the long overdue final part of vanilla lime is here!!! hope u love <3 thank u so much to anyone that has read this series—it’s been my first proper attempt at writing a full fic and i’ve had the time of my life. excited to write new things for u all!
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Y/N is trying really hard not to cry.
ㅤㅤPartly because once she does open the floodgates there is no going back in her admittance of how deeply she needs Harry and partly because if she starts she knows she won’t stop and he hasn’t even been gone a full minute.
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When she’d woken up, lax underneath his sweet smelling sheets, she knew—knew that if she didn’t go home that morning that she would never leave. And Harry’s lack of presence beside her was a blessing, otherwise she knows she would’ve been coaxed back to her fantasy land (that she’d tried so hard to distance herself from).
ㅤㅤHe hadn’t said much when she appeared meekly in front of him; had had a sliver of hope that the blissed out expression she had fallen asleep with might have stayed, but he could tell that she’d made her decision. And he hadn’t tried to change her mind, almost to Y/N’s disappointment—did he not want her as much as she thought he might? Was he fighting their connection and winning?
ㅤㅤBut Harry’s heart was heavy in his chest. Still is now, as he stands in front of her, back in her own living room.
ㅤㅤ“Thank you, Harry,” Y/N reluctantly starts, “for… for a lot of things.” She smiles sadly at the ground, willing herself not to tear up. She wonders how she would be feeling if their souls weren’t bound. Relief, perhaps. Or nothing at all.
ㅤㅤHe watches her. Notices the subtle clench of her eyelids to press the tears back in and the way her palms flatten against her thighs. He should say something but the words don’t form.
ㅤㅤ“I know this can’t have been the most exciting week of your life, but I definitely won’t forget it any time soon.” What are you saying? She swallows. “Will I see you again?” Y/N lifts her eyes up to meet his devastating green, brows furrowed in the slightest indication of his discontent.
ㅤㅤ“If you ever need the help of a demon,” Harry straightens his posture, “I’m sure I can find my way back.”
ㅤㅤThat’s not the circumstance she meant and they both know it. Y/N fails to hide the disappointment on her face but doesn’t voice it.
ㅤㅤ“Okay,” she whispers, voice intending to be louder but her throat clogs. Harry wants to swoop her up in his arms—but he doesn’t. He steps back.
ㅤㅤ“Bye, Bambi.” Y/N feels her lungs quiver under the weight of the sad gasp she nearly inhales, tears well on their way to clouding her vision. But she blinks them away quickly; refuses to miss the last sight of him as he looks at her. He’s doing a much better job of hiding his pain but Y/N can feel it, or at least she believes she can—if it makes her feel better about the way she’s ready to sob.
ㅤㅤHarry gives her one final small smile, failing to reach his eyes, and then he’s gone. Completely and utterly absent, with the gentle breeze his leave creates whirling his usually soothing scent right into Y/N’s face. Only this time it smells bitter. And her waterline is so close to spilling over but she refuses to blink—instead knuckles at her eyes furiously and lets out some deep breaths. More open-mouthed forcings of air than controlled breathing but it works.
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She stands in her living room, head tilted back towards the ceiling, for longer than she’d like to admit until the jarring sound of her phone jolts her out of her maladaptive thinking. Another text from Sarah.
ㅤㅤjust making sure you’re alive…
ㅤㅤhaven’t heard from u in a couple days, u ok?
ㅤㅤY/N sighs as guilt rushes over her and temporarily replaces the despair. It’s not like she has intentionally been ignoring her friend but it was hard to reply to a ‘how are u?’ and a ‘u ok?’ text when there were no words to reply with. She already knows she won’t be telling Sarah anything, had known from the first day, and it eats away inside of her but she’s adamant it’s for the best.
ㅤㅤhey, sorry i haven’t replied. been busy. i’m okay, how are you? x
ㅤㅤThe telling bubbles that indicate Sarah is replying appear as soon as Y/N hits send and she deflates a little.
ㅤㅤHELLO!
ㅤㅤi’ve missed u
ㅤㅤi’m good, slumped at work but you know how that is.
ㅤㅤu free to meet up soon?
ㅤㅤShe’ll admit she does smile a little at her friend’s enthusiasm—nice to know that she’s cared about—and quickly types a response with the promise of being available at the weekend. Sarah seems satisfied with her answer and promises that they’ll have a good catch up. And whilst Y/N is relieved to not have to pretend that everything is okay anymore, as she tosses her phone towards her sofa, she’s once again left with her thoughts. The only thoughts her brain is capable of having; about Harry.
Imogen looks shocked to see Y/N sit down at her desk—the truth lingering between them as they exchange eye contact. She’d tried to stay at home, she really had, but nothing could grab her attention and nothing seemed important enough to warrant doing.
ㅤㅤSo she worked. For the rest of the week, she gets up and goes to work. But whilst she may be mimicking a normal life, hers is so very far from it. She allows herself to cry. Every night when she goes to bed—the distance from Harry hurts more and more with every sleep and the tears last longer each night. But Y/N likes to think she deserves a cry, as a treat from every day being the hardest day at work she’s ever had. She thinks Harry might come back if she cries hard enough but he never does.
ㅤㅤOnce it reaches Friday, Y/N finally acknowledges the situation to Imogen, who has been very patient all week. She doesn’t get teary eyed but something else catches her interest.
ㅤㅤ“I don’t understand,” Y/N says, wheeling over to Imogen on her squeaky office chair, “how you remembered.”
ㅤㅤImogen’s head tilts in confusion. “What do you mean?”
ㅤㅤShe leans in, quietening her voice. “Harry put a spell—a glamour—on the building. To make everyone forget about the whole incident… But you remembered that you prayed and that would’ve happened the day before. Harry even made you forget that he took me home.”
ㅤㅤImogen gasps. “I knew I recognised him, I do remember that now… in the bathroom.” Gently, she places a hand on Y/N’s knee. “We’re talking about Lucifer here, babe. He’s the most powerful being on the planet… I know I’m not very experienced in the matter but surely he overrides everything. At least, that’s what makes the most sense, considering Harry’s spell malarkey didn’t work on me. And you know, maybe my angel blood was finally doing me some good.”
ㅤㅤY/N sighs. “Yeah… I don’t know why I can’t stop analysing everything—nothing is going to change. I just—” she pauses, inhaling, “I miss him,” shuffling uncomfortably, clearing her throat, eyes darting anywhere but her friend’s face. “I think I’ll always miss him—I mean if our souls are bound,” she laughs humourlessly, “I think I’m fucked.”
ㅤㅤ“Oh, babe,” Imogen pulls Y/N in for a hug, knees bashing awkwardly as they both lean forward on their respective chairs. “I’ll give Harry a right piece of my mind the next time I see him. Using his fuckery to hypnotise me,” she tuts.
ㅤㅤY/N pulls away with a small smile. “It’s called mind compulsion, I think.”
ㅤㅤ“Well, my mind is feeling rather compulsed to punch him.”
ㅤㅤ“I don’t think that’s a word,” she laughs and Imogen smiles, not mentioning the glossy look in Y/N’s eyes.
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“Do you want me to stay over tonight?”
ㅤㅤY/N’s heart warms slightly, looking up from her desk as she gets ready to go home.
ㅤㅤ“That’s okay, Gen,” she smiles softly. Imogen doesn’t look convinced, worry plastered across her features. “I’m so tired I think I’ll pass straight out as soon as my head hits the pillow tonight.” She stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Thank you, though. Really.”
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Y/N does not, in fact, fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Her head doesn’t even get close enough for that to happen. As soon as she hears the fateful click of her front door shutting, she’s letting her bag fall to the floor and her hands cover her face. The tears hold themselves back but her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace—so painfully.
ㅤㅤEvery breath feels like another step taken away from Harry. He’s gone and she’s never going to see him again. She’s going to meet someone, force herself to fall in love and pretend that she is happy, have a beautiful family that fills the void but only for a little while—and still be longing for Harry until the day she dies.
ㅤㅤIt’s a hollow feeling, one of panic. The realisation that this could be her life now. That she will never be truly happy again because a part of her will always be missing. Y/N slaps her hands against the door behind her in an attempt to steady her fall as she sinks to the ground. Her head makes contact with the wood heavily as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breathing is uncontrollable now, so desperate to fill her lungs that her lungs refuse; they form an impenetrable wall and won’t let anything in.
ㅤㅤY/N’s palms are sweaty on her knees, huddled to her chest. And then they’re wet on her eyes as her waterline starts to overflow, leaving hot salty trails down her cheeks and sobs that rip out of her chest. She’s never known crying to hurt like this. Even during the torturous week she’s had, when she buried her face into her pillow and cried herself to sleep each night, it hadn’t stung and torn through her like it is right now. Her head is pounding and foggy and she’s awfully congested, tears coating her face and pooling in her palms that are pressing numbingly into her sockets.
ㅤㅤShe doesn’t know anything. Other than that she needs Harry so much she thinks she might die from crying otherwise. Maybe her tears will start to fill her lungs and she’ll drown, or her ribs will crack from the force at which her shoulders are shaking and puncture her heart. The cause of death will be listed as the most pathetic of heartbreaks and she will be pitied by the masses.
ㅤㅤHis name is on a loop inside her head and he is all she can see behind her eyelids. She’s thinking of him so hard that she starts to smell him. And then hear his voice. And then feel his hands on her knees, trailing up to grasp at her wrists and pull them gently away from her face.
ㅤㅤ“Baby,” she hears Harry coo. Y/N gasps, revealing her sad, puffy face to him. She thinks she’s hallucinating but seeing him only makes her cry harder, eyes scrunching up and downturned lips letting out another sob. She’s pulled into Harry’s lap and he feels so real but Y/N can’t process what’s going on as she cries into his collarbone, soaking his shirt. Harry’s large palm is warm on her back, rubbing up and down in soothing motions as he mumbles things Y/N can’t hear into her hair. “I’m here, you’re okay. You’re okay.”
ㅤㅤ“Harry?” Y/N’s voice is thick; his name barely distinguishable but he knows. Squeezes her tighter against his body, arms wrapped around her back. She’s sat so close in his lap he thinks they might fuse together—he’d be okay with that.
ㅤㅤIt’s sudden—the way Y/N’s tears stop and her lungs break down their walls to let the much-needed air in. Her heart starts beating at a more steady rate as she inhales Harry—body relaxing into his—and her brain starts to calm down, fog shifting as it realises what’s going on. That nothing is missing anymore.
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Now, with a clearer head, Y/N starts to feel a little shy. She knows how rough she must look, water trails staining her skin, hands shaking, and limbs too heavy to hold up. Harry’s comforting hands hold her close to his chest as she breathes against his neck, but Y/N pushes against him to sit back and cover her face, desperate to wipe away some of her despair.
ㅤㅤHarry cups her cheeks, nudging her hands out of the way and wiping the salty tracks from her skin. Her eyes flutter shut, furrowed brows relaxing somewhat. It’s a little humiliating when she feels him thumb underneath her nose, no doubt swiping away snot—she never thought she’d have anyone uncaringly clean her up like that and it causes an endeared warmth to blossom throughout her chest.
ㅤㅤ“You’re okay,” Harry says again, quiet enough that Y/N might think he fears the power of his own voice. His hands are so soft and warm as they hold her, mollifying her already leaden limbs as she melts even further into him, head leaning into his grasp. He drops a longing kiss to her forehead, pouring his every fibre into trying to soak up Y/N’s pain.
ㅤㅤShe brings her hands up to cover Harry’s, wishing she could breathe in better through her nose to unashamedly bask in his scent. “You heard me?” She asks.
ㅤㅤ“Every day.”
ㅤㅤY/N pulls back just enough so Harry’s lips leave her forehead, catching his gaze. His composure is commendable, and maybe if she wasn’t just about ready to dive into his eyes then it would be less obvious to her that he was hurting too.
ㅤㅤ“I’m sorry,” she whispers, thinking of every tear she has shed over the last few nights and how loudly they must’ve echoed in Harry’s head.
ㅤㅤ“No.” He holds her face tighter, angling it up. He’s stern. “Don’t say that. I was trying to keep my distance. I thought— You have nothing to be sorry about, Bambi.” Harry strokes his thumbs across her cheeks, fingers gently buried in her hair. “I’m sorry. I could’ve come sooner—I let you cry,” he closes his eyes, brows kinked.
ㅤㅤ“Hey,” Y/N frowns. “If I can’t apologise, neither can you,” she shuffles even closer on Harry’s lap (not that she can get any closer but it feels necessary). She brings her own hands up to his face and delicately brushes his eyebrows—trails a finger down the bridge of his nose before using both her index fingers to pull at the corners of his mouth to twist them up into a smile. Harry relents, revealing his dimple in a smile he lets Y/N have.
ㅤㅤThey sit there, with their faces in each other’s hands for longer than either of them know, only shifting into a more comfortable position when Harry hugs Y/N to his chest once more and rests his head atop hers. Both of their minds are running wild but neither of them want to be the one who disrupts the silence—bursts the bubble. Talking can wait a little while longer.
ㅤㅤHarry takes her thighs and forces them even tighter around him, arms wrapping around her back securely. Even if Y/N wanted to move, their bodies wouldn’t allow it. He hugs her with so much force, Y/N’s breath hitches and Harry releases his grip slightly with a soft apology. She only nestles into his neck further, trapped hands resting happily on his chest. Their hearts beat together, steady and safe, and the places their skin touches liquify in bliss.
ㅤㅤWhen Harry notices the shift in Y/N’s breathing he starts rubbing her back once more, whispering, “Don’t fall asleep on me now.” He can feel the flutter of her lashes against his neck and leans back just enough so she can’t bury in further. “Come on,” he tries again when she groans, “have you eaten?”
ㅤㅤ“No,” Y/N grumbles, wishing Harry would just let her nap on him. “Let me sleep.”
ㅤㅤBut Harry is already starting to get to his feet, hands securely under her thighs to keep her wrapped around him as he stands up with zero effort—Y/N nearly forgets his strength and agility surpasses that of an average person. She says nothing more, content with the lack of moving she has to do. He sets her down at her kitchen table—places her right on top of it. Y/N’s legs aren’t her own; they hang on tight when Harry tries to step back and she knows she should let go, that her moment of vulnerability has passed and she should act appropriately, but the possibility that he might disappear is knocking around invasively in her skull.
ㅤㅤHarry treats her delicately—doesn’t tease. “I won’t be long.” He tucks her hair behind her ears. “You care what you have?” Y/N shakes her head, eyes failing to conceal her emotions. They’re wide, and overwhelmed, and tired. Harry smiles softly, holding her gaze for a second, his eyes flicking over her face; really there, really real. They get stuck in the moment again, taking one another in, before Harry forces himself to look away. He unlinks Y/N’s legs from around him and leaves her with an uncharacteristic tap to her nose with his forefinger that has her pulling away in faux annoyance, a small smile revealing her true feelings.
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They don’t talk whilst she eats. Harry comes back with a small bowl of leftover stir fry and helps her down from the table wordlessly, pulling out her chair and placing the food in front of her. He sits opposite and watches thoughtfully. Y/N doesn’t necessarily jump with joy at the idea of someone watching her eat usually, but none of the discomfort arises, gratefully filling her stomach and returning the eye contact whenever her mouth isn’t wide open mid-bite.
ㅤㅤBefore Y/N has even swallowed her last mouthful, she’s eager to push away from the table, sure she can hear the sweet siren song of her bed calling out to her. Harry follows her movements near weightlessly, every motion graceful. There was never anything clunky or awkward about him. Y/N pauses as she places her bowl in the sink, turning around hesitantly. “You’ll stay, won’t you?” Harry nearly rolls his eyes at the silly question—and maybe bites back a derisive remark—instead nodding assertively, calming her as much as possible without using his perfumed magic. (He decided a while ago he wouldn’t unless she asked—and even when she had asked, on the night that he’d stayed in her room to make sure she was okay, there was still a lingering guilt churning around inside him at the knowledge of his manipulation.)
ㅤㅤ“Of course I will,” he verbally confirms, following Y/N once again when she meekly walks past him through the doorway and heads towards her bedroom. Harry assumes she must be feeling a little embarrassed, always so determined to minimise her behaviour before tonight. The obvious display she’s presented has broken down a barrier; new for him but drastic for her. She may as well have removed her heart from her chest and spread it out for him, or delivered it into his palms with a note that read:
ㅤㅤthis is yours now.
ㅤㅤHarry would be sure to take care of it, but he’s unconvinced Y/N knows that.
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She busies herself in the bathroom, mind running as she tries to plan some semblance of what she wishes to say in her head. When she pushes the door open however, and sees Harry sitting on the edge of her bed, her mouth starts running before her brain does.
ㅤㅤ“I don’t want you to go—” her skin warms and her eyes scrunch when she realises she’s blurted out the words that should’ve been hinted at much more gracefully. But she continues. “I mean— after tonight—” she rushes, “not because of the soul thing…or maybe it is but I don’t care.” Harry listens with a soft and watchful gaze. “It doesn’t bother me… and I want you to stay in my life and I know our souls being connected makes it complicated but I’m not just saying this. And it’s not just because of my unhinged crying, although it did suck…” Y/N lowers her voice, almost scared to admit it, “I think I would’ve cried anyway, tethered or not.”
ㅤㅤHarry is processing her words for no longer than three seconds before Y/N starts up again, his miniscule silence as he carefully chooses his reply stirring a panic up inside her. “I know you probably don’t feel the same… or you don’t want to.” Harry sits up, mouth opening to correct her but she keeps talking. “I’m sorry you got stuck with me…”
ㅤㅤ“Y/N—”
ㅤㅤ“—But I thought you might be okay with becoming friends?”
ㅤㅤ“Y/N—”
ㅤㅤ“—Or if not I could just push someone else down the stairs and—”
ㅤㅤ“Y/N!” Harry finally cuts through her. His voice is powerful, commanding, but still so delicate it barely disturbs the particles around them. She looks at him properly, pulling herself out of her head, with wide eyes. “You’re working yourself into a tizzy, hm? Come here, silly girl.” He opens his arms and widens his legs so Y/N can step between them. Warm palms rest against her hips.
ㅤㅤ“I feel the same way. And I want to.”
ㅤㅤHis words light up inside of Y/N; they trail into her ears and slick down her neck. Seep into her skin and vibrate through her bones.
ㅤㅤ“Does that make you happy?” He strokes his thumbs against her hip bones, honey-dripping tone placing a coy smile onto Y/N’s face as she bites her lip in an attempt to hide it.
ㅤㅤShe nods. “Yes.”
ㅤㅤAnd she nearly stays happy too. Nearly lets her shoulders relax and her protective layer fall away. Until Harry continues speaking.
ㅤㅤ“But—”
ㅤㅤ“No,” Y/N’s smile drops. “No, there’s no but. Harry, please.” She tries to step back but Harry slides his hands around her body.
ㅤㅤ“When we were at the cottage,” he starts, “I was ready to keep you forever. I would’ve done it in a heartbeat.” His eyes round out as they look up at her. “But how could that have been fair? I’m no good, Y/N, really—”
ㅤㅤ“—Don’t say that.” She grabs his shoulders.
ㅤㅤ“Please, Y/N. I’m old, and I do bad things, and whenever I am with you I am terrified you might suddenly realise what I am. You deserve a nice, human boy much better than me, who doesn’t put you in danger and can give you a normal life. I’d never forgive myself if I took that away from you.”
ㅤㅤA million things rush through Y/N’s head. Sadness and sympathy for the way Harry talks of himself, and then frustration and denial that he could truly believe that. “Harry,” she starts, frowning face mirroring his own, “You are better.”
ㅤㅤHis expression stays the same, large eyes hesitant and unconvinced, not quite understanding what she is saying.
ㅤㅤ“You have been kinder to me than any human girl or boy—well, except for my friends but I don’t mean like that,” she pauses. “To say you are not good enough isn’t fair, especially when I’ll be comparing everyone I ever meet to you. And you will always come out on top.” Harry’s face softens and his hands pull Y/N in closer. “I know what you are, Harry. It doesn’t scare me,” she whispers, cupping his face tenderly. “I like liking you. It feels good.” She lets her eyes close, forehead tipping down to rest against his and he angles his head up. She listens to the way he breathes, slow and deep, and his silence unnerves her once more. “Say something,” she exhales.
ㅤㅤ“It’s too dangerous, I— Lucifer mentioned a demon named Zennith, that apparently I used to know but I don’t remember. He sent the demon after you and I don’t know what he wants or where he is. I could find him but I was half-hoping that if I ignored it, he would give up. I don’t even know if Lucifer was telling the truth. But nothing threatening has happened to you since Niall took care of the demon and I like things that way.”
ㅤㅤY/N doesn’t care. “I don’t care,” she tells him so, “you protect me.” And he does, better than anyone else could possibly attempt to.
ㅤㅤHarry’s holding himself back; they both know it. Both know that he’s letting his worries get the better of him when nothing like this has affected him before. He’s usually so confident in his abilities to keep her safe, so what’s changed? He considers the possibility of a more permanent method of concealing her scent—one that might involve teeth, or words, or something so intimately internal that Harry has to redirect his thoughts before they get too muddy.
ㅤㅤ“Let me sit on it, yeah Bambi?” He eventually utters. It’s not a no, Y/N thinks. “I would rather never see you again in my long, immortal life than know that your pain was caused by me.” This has her eyes welling up as she clumsily lowers down onto his lap, arms thrown tight around his middle.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t say that,” Y/N speaks into his neck. “Don’t even think about it.” Her words are wet against his skin.
ㅤㅤHarry sighs, his own face buried into the side of her head. “Always making you cry, sweet girl,” but Y/N shakes her head fervently until he smooths her hair down and holds her just as tight. “Been crying since the day we met.”
ㅤㅤ“No. M’tummy hurts, s’all.” Y/N is unconvincing but Harry smiles against her hair, mumbling a soft okay as they sit in each other’s arms once again.
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Y/N is unsure at what point she was moved into her bed instead of on Harry’s lap on top of it, but when she wakes up in the morning and the first thing she sees is his sleeping face, logistics don’t seem important. Nothing seems important, apart from him being in front of her.
ㅤㅤHis face is serene, not a furrow or worry in sight, and his breathing is peaceful and deep. She wants to touch every inch of him—commit him to memory—but she doesn't want him to wake up. This could be it—the day he decides to never see her again, and the mere thought has Y/N closing her eyes in an attempt to will it away. Her body doesn’t function properly without him anymore. How would she possibly survive on her own?
ㅤㅤ“Y’thinking too loud,” the grumble jolts Y/N out of her depressing reverie, eyes opening to see Harry sleepily blinking at her.
ㅤㅤ“Sorry,” she mumbles back, eyes flitting around the slivers of shirtless skin she can see. Harry reaches for her under the covers, fingers trailing up her arm. Her eyes meet his and he has a soft smile on his face, mussed hair curling around his temples. When his palm smooths up her neck and into her hair, there’s nothing more she wishes to do than sink into his touch. But she feels the need to protect herself and Harry notices the way she holds her breath.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t,” he whispers. “Don’t pull away from me.” He pushes himself up and drops down closer to her.
ㅤㅤ“But you get to?” Y/N says, slightly affronted.
ㅤㅤHarry sighs, “No, baby—” he rubs hand down his face before running it through his hair. “I’m here right now. I won’t disappear, I promise you.”
ㅤㅤRight now. Y/N repeats it in her head. Not forever—right now. Is that enough?
ㅤㅤ“But if anything becomes dangerous you’ll leave?”
ㅤㅤ“If anything becomes dangerous I will protect you entirely. And then I will make sure you stay safe. And if that means keeping away from you then that’s what I’ll do.” He traces the shell of her ear with his finger. “Don’t be so sad, little thing.”
ㅤㅤ“Why aren’t you sad?” Y/N huffs.
ㅤㅤ“How can I be, when I am with you?”
ㅤㅤHe has to go and be so irresistibly mawkish. Y/N can’t help the way her heart swells and her pupils expand. To be so unashamedly wanted is all she has ever wished for. She reaches her own hand up, landing on his that has weaved into her hair and bringing it down to hold her face. Her lips pucker against the spongy part of his palm, and then the pad of his thumb, and each of his fingers. Harry watches her with a small smile, eyes velvety.
ㅤㅤHe can’t stop himself from surging forward to press their mouths together, liquid insides begging him to do something. Y/N sighs into Harry’s mouth, easily following his movements. It feels as though they’ve been doing this forever—waking up next to one another. He keeps a firm grasp on her hand, manoeuvring their fingers so they interlock and pushing forward so Y/N lays on her back. Harry settles between her legs, lips never straying as their mouths open wider and wider with each kiss. With his free hand, Harry dances it down Y/N’s front, the other that’s firmly squeezing hers, still holding him up. Her nipples peak underneath her shirt and Harry elicits a gasp from Y/N as he thumbs over one, not stopping for long enough to tease as he gets further and further down her body.
ㅤㅤY/N opens her mouth for Harry eagerly, accepting his tongue with a grateful whine. Their noses bump and their breathing is laboured but it’s flawless. And when she feels Harry trail along the waistband of her shorts she pushes her hips up into him, only to have him send her back down and smooth his big hand underneath her shirt and press into her tummy. It’s a nice force, a warm and fuzzy feeling. One that has her sinking deeper into the space Harry gets her to when they do these things.
ㅤㅤ“What am I g’na do with you?” Their lips part and his eyes are seductive, stripping her bare.
ㅤㅤY/N inhales shakily before whispering, “Whatever you want.” She tries to push into his hand but his strength is vast and he drags his nails up to her sternum before returning to her stomach and reapplying pressure.
ㅤㅤHarry hums, slanting his lips against hers again, nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip until he can almost feel her skin tingling with impatience. “You want me to make all the decisions, hm?” He mumbles against her mouth. When she whines in affirmation, he says, “You like having no power, don’t you? Like just lying there and taking what I give you?” Harry’s words stoke the fire in her belly, thighs twitching. Y/N’s skin grows hot as she nods, embarrassed. “You gone all quiet on me, baby?”
ㅤㅤ“I like it,” she breathes, eyes closed.
ㅤㅤ“Like what? Look at me,” Harry squeezes her hand. “Like what?”
ㅤㅤY/N blinks up at him, takes in the flush of his cheeks and the glint in his eyes. She wants to kiss him until all the oxygen has been sucked from the room. “I like…when you decide. Want you to do whatever you want to me…please?”
ㅤㅤ“Love how politely you beg,” Harry kisses her again, sighing into her mouth. His tongue strokes hers and makes her squirm underneath him, tentatively hooking her legs around his hips. Harry moves his hand from her tummy around to the back of her thigh, and then her ass, pushing her into him as far as she can go.
ㅤㅤHard meets soft and their mouths open against one another. Harry pulls away, sponging kisses down Y/N’s neck. He trails further, licking her nipples through her shirt and taking a moment to admire the wet patches. Then he pushes the fabric up just enough to kiss at her stomach, nibbling until he hears giggles mixed in with Y/N’s moans. Harry smiles against her skin, peeking up at her from underneath his lashes. She looks so beautiful, all bated breaths and glowing skin.
ㅤㅤ“Tickles,” she exhales.
ㅤㅤHarry can’t help himself. “Oh? When I do this?” he asks, before biting into her flesh again, dotting kisses for each tooth mark he leaves. And then he blows a wet raspberry underneath her belly button, eliciting the most adorable string of shrieks and giggles he’s sure he’s ever heard. Harry shakes his head back and forth, face snug to her skin, and his hair sweeps against her. Soft as Y/N’s hand falls into it, trying to tug him away.
ㅤㅤHe unlinks their hands and brings both of his palms to her hips, holding her to him. And as he subtly slips down, his mouth starts leaving kisses again and Y/N’s laughs get caught in her throat. Harry looks up at her with a smirk, mouth hovering above her mound. Her eyes are wide and her chest is heaving. But he’s barely even begun to tease yet.
ㅤㅤSlowly, Harry kisses over Y/N’s shorts, down, down, until his nose is level with her clit. And Y/N’s breath turns into a whine, and then a squeal when Harry nudges it, shaking his head from side to side again. Her hips buck into his face and he lets her, holds her closer to him as he inhales and breathes hot air onto her.
ㅤㅤ“Should I take these off or should I ruin you through your shorts, hm?” Harry gives a particularly pointed prod with his nose and Y/N gasps. “Think I could soak you through two layers?” Y/N doesn’t know anything, can only feel the immense throbbing between her legs. But Harry does all the thinking for her. “I think I could. But I won’t today,” as he tugs on the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down her legs, presenting her already wet underwear, “wanna taste you proper.”
ㅤㅤThe promise has Y/N’s stomach contracting and her hands fisting the sheets as Harry drags the flat of his tongue over her, causing her panties to stick to her as he plays and increasing the thrumming in Y/N’s body. Harry groans into her, the vibrations pulling a whimper from Y/N’s open mouth.
ㅤㅤ“You’re so responsive, Bambi,” Harry smiles against her. “I barely have to do a thing and you’re squirming underneath me.”
ㅤㅤ“Only you,” she whines, eyes finding his as he soaks his saliva over her clit, drenching her underwear further.
ㅤㅤHarry hums, “That’s right. Just f’me, no one else.” She nods desperately. “You’re a good girl.” Y/N shivers, body begging him. “Should I make my good girl come, do you think?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes, please,” her bottom lip juts out, wet and puffy. “Need you.”
ㅤㅤ“M’needy girl needs me,” Harry pouts right back, and Y/N nearly begs again but her breath gets caught in her throat as Harry plucks her underwear to the side and licks through her folds, bottom to top. Her hips shudder and Harry forces her thighs around his head, doesn’t let an inch of space get between them. He laps at her like he may die without it, hums and groans into her, buries his nose so tightly against her clit and massages his tongue inside of her. Y/N swear she loses consciousness, head thrown back and eyes rolling—every sense overwhelmed. No one had ever made her feel like this before.
ㅤㅤAnd the coil in her belly is already tightening, and Y/N knows she could let go so easily, she’s already so nearly there. But then a harsh blaring coming from her bedside table has her jumping from her skin. Harry doesn’t flinch, carries on practically devouring her. “What is that?” he speaks into her, arm thrown over her waist holding her down.
ㅤㅤY/N can’t talk, just blindly slaps for her phone to turn her alarm off. “I’m—” she tries, “seeing—Sarah—” her words come out broken and Harry hums against her, speeding up his movements. Y/N cries out, hands landing in his hair.
ㅤㅤ“Better come then,” Harry mumbles, sucking her clit into his mouth hard and then laving his tongue over her in tight circles. “Be a good girl and come for me, Bambi.” She whimpers as his tongue speeds up and one of his hands trails up her chest, pushing her shirt out of the way to reveal her breasts. He flicks at her nipple, pinches and squeezes and feels her pulsate against his chin.
ㅤㅤShe’s garbling his name, body wound up tight and he’s whispering into her, “I know, I know, just come for me.” Her orgasm is right there, she’s so close, and all it takes is for Harry to take his other hand and sink a single finger into her drippy hole and she’s clenching down around him, crying out as she comes. Her eyes squeeze shut and tears slide down her temples as Harry licks her through it, humming. He can’t take his eyes off of her, splayed out so pretty for him, contracting around his finger and pulling on his hair.
ㅤㅤ“Good girl,” he whispers against her, parting from her for a moment to give her a little respite, resting his cheek against the inside of her thigh. Y/N blinks, looking down at him with a spacey expression and a wet face. She opens her mouth to speak but the noise gets lodged in her throat.
ㅤㅤ“That was—really nice,” a tear rolls down her cheek.
ㅤㅤHarry smiles and presses a longing kiss to the crease of her thigh, “Yeah? Those good tears?” Y/N nods fervently. He kisses her again, and again, slowly moving back to her centre where he sponges his lips over her clit.
ㅤㅤY/N jumps and gasps. “Too sensitive!” But Harry strokes her hip bones gently and slicks his tongue through her folds, avoiding her pearl.
ㅤㅤ“I know, just le’ me clean you up.”
ㅤㅤ“Harry… I need to get dressed,” Y/N sighs, without attempting to move. Her head just sinks further into the pillow as her rapid heartbeat starts to calm down whilst Harry sweetly tends to her. She runs her hands through his hair and then lets it brush against her tummy, sighing as she watches the way his eyes flutter.
ㅤㅤJust as her body hints at the idea of building back up, Harry reluctantly pulls away with glistening lips. He peels her legs from around his shoulders and climbs up to lean over her, stroking her hair from her face. Y/N nearly melts under his gaze but then she forces a frown onto her face.
ㅤㅤHarry pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Oi. What’re you grumpy about now?”
ㅤㅤ“If you’re not here when I get back, I am going to murder you, Harry.”
ㅤㅤHe laughs, dropping a wet kiss to her cheek. “That’s okay, sweetheart.”
Harry teleports to Niall’s house and quickly ushers him to follow, settling when they’re both in Y/N’s living room.
ㅤㅤ“Could’ve been preoccupied, you know?” Niall glowers.
ㅤㅤ“Well, you weren’t.”
ㅤㅤ“I could’ve been—”
ㅤㅤ“—Did you find anything?”
ㅤㅤNiall stares at Harry for a moment, opening his mouth and then shutting it again. For once, Harry doesn’t roll his eyes or tell him to just spit it out, instead taking a seat on Y/N’s armchair and gesturing to the sofa for Niall.
ㅤㅤ“Nothing helpful, I’m afraid, Harry. Just more of what you already know—that the unbinding incantation is lethal to humans. I’m sorry.”
ㅤㅤHarry feels rather unaffected and Niall notices but says nothing. He’s not sure he wants to untether their souls now even if they could. He’s in too deep.
ㅤㅤ“But,” Niall continues, “I did read that as long as you don’t kiss her, your feelings should remain more manageable. Something about giving in to your souls.”
ㅤㅤHarry looks at Niall. Niall blinks. “Harry,” he deadpans. “You haven’t.”
ㅤㅤ“Have you ever tried not wanting to kiss your fucking soulmate, Niall?”
ㅤㅤHis friend lets out a breath, leaning further back into the sofa. “Well, you’re fucked then, mate.”
ㅤㅤHarry doesn’t necessarily agree. He might have a week ago but his priorities have changed in that short span of time.
ㅤㅤ“Thanks for looking,” Harry finally says.
ㅤㅤNiall looks solemn. “What are you going to do now?”
ㅤㅤHarry smiles, “Y/N threatened murder if she came back and I wasn’t here, so…”
ㅤㅤ“Man, you are down bad.”
ㅤㅤ“Perhaps,” he shrugs.
ㅤㅤ
Meanwhile, Y/N is being grilled by Sarah for seeming different lately.
ㅤㅤ“I can’t tell if you’re on cloud nine or on tenterhooks expecting to hear bad news.”
ㅤㅤ“Maybe I’m both. Happier than I’ve ever been but waiting for it to go up in flames.”
Harry wakes up before Y/N the next morning.
ㅤㅤ(She had arrived home the day previous with bated breaths, assuring Harry and his smug face that she was serious about the murder if he hadn't been there. But he just looked at her with his teasing green eyes and coaxed her into his lap where he mocked until she squirmed.)
ㅤㅤHe wakes up with a renewed vigour, feeling his irises practically disappear as he takes in Y/N’s sleeping form. Hair a mess, face soft and unburdened of anxiety, and limbs relaxed right on top of Harry. He feels a sense of self-accomplishment that in her unconsciousness she gravitated towards him, and the longer he looks at her beautiful face, the more sure he is that he’s going to promise her longer than just right now.
ㅤㅤIn fact, however hard it is to sneak out from underneath her, he decides he’ll surprise her with breakfast too and his heart swells at the picture of her waking up in his head. She’d probably half-heartedly grumble at him for waking her up and then pretend not to be grateful for the food he presents.
ㅤㅤHarry is busy for a little while, taking things slower than he usually would to try and stay as silent as possible. He’s just taking soft-boiled eggs off the hob when he hears it—Y/N’s cry. Everything is turned off and Harry is hurrying into her bedroom immediately, seeing her start to thrash about under the covers.
ㅤㅤ“Hey, hey,” he tries, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing a soft hand on her shoulder. “Wake up, Y/N.” A tear rolls down her nose and Harry is quick to brush it away, gently manoeuvring her so she’s laying on her back and not her side. “It’s okay, baby, wake up,” he strokes her face, tucking her hair behind her ears and smoothing out the furrow in her brows. Nothing works. Not even as he starts to shake her shoulders—Y/N only cries harder and flails more. “Come on, Bambi,” Harry starts to panic; he tries to keep it quelled but the churning in his gut is getting stronger and stronger.
ㅤㅤIt’s when Harry jostles her particularly powerfully that her eyes shoot open and his heart nearly drops out of his body when he is greeted with complete darkness. His eyes looking back at him—gone are her beautiful irises, replaced by black, soulless, foreboding ovals.
ㅤㅤHe’s seen this before, knows what’s happening, but never has he dealt with it affecting someone he cares about more than life itself. Any part of trying to help her could actually harm her.
ㅤㅤHarry doesn’t have to guess very hard as to who it is that’s controlling her dream, and he berates himself for trying to pretend that someone didn’t exist instead of killing him days ago. How could he let this happen to her? If Harry weren’t here right now, she could be stuck in this state for however long Zennith decided. Hours, days, or even weeks.
ㅤㅤUsually Harry would be preparing to perform a ritual to wake up whoever was inflicted, but he doesn’t have anything and his hands are shaking like leaves. He needs to pull himself together. Y/N’s eyes are still open and it’s upsetting Harry to a fault; he’ll never be useful if he falls apart.
ㅤㅤGently, he brushes her eyelids closed, unnerved at how inhuman she looks. An idea plants its roots in Harry’s head as he swipes away more of Y/N’s tears, delicately holding her arms down so she doesn’t writhe. He’d never attempted it in this context before, but maybe…
ㅤㅤ
Y/N will never sleep again. She’s sure of it. The image before her is undoubtedly one that will stick with her for the rest of her measly life.
ㅤㅤShe doesn’t even remember waking up—although she’s pretty sure she isn’t fully awake because the room she is in isn't a room. It’s a lack of space, a vast darkness, with her sat in the middle and an unsettling looking man standing two feet away. She can’t move, she can’t speak, she can only blink, and feel hot streams running down her face.
ㅤㅤ“Hello, Y/N. It seems I finally entered the right person’s dreams.” His voice is slimy. Was this the demon Harry had mentioned? What was his name? “You are very pretty,” the man says, and a shiver runs down Y/N’s spine. “What’s a little human like you doing with a demon like Harry?”
ㅤㅤHaving more fun than I am with you, she thinks.
ㅤㅤ“He’s a bad man, Y/N. I’m sure he’s mentioned me, filled your head with lies.”
ㅤㅤHe doesn’t even remember you.
ㅤㅤ“He might be nice to you now, but one day he will only succumb to his true nature and kill you. He tried to kill me once.”
ㅤㅤYou probably deserved it, Y/N thinks, but the demon’s face contorts and then she realises she said it out loud. She goes to speak again but she can’t; he’s controlling her.
ㅤㅤ“Ah, yes, I see he has already tainted you.” He steps closer. Y/N desperately wishes to move backwards but none of her body responds. “That’s okay. A shame but nothing I can’t change. What is necessary will be done.”
ㅤㅤY/N doesn’t understand what he’s talking about, sure he must be mentally unhinged, but it doesn’t unsettle her any less as he gets closer and closer. The uncontrollable tears feel nearly scalding on her skin and she won’t blink in fear of her own safety.
ㅤㅤ“When you wake, I want you to come and find me.” His eyes darken like Harry’s, but Y/N can’t help but think that they suit Harry far better and are much less disturbing on him. “I think you’ll be much happier with me, as my little pet.” He reaches his hand out towards her face and Y/N wills every part of her being to flinch away, despite no movement happening. She feels no touch however, and notices his fingers trace the air around her cheek. He can’t, perhaps.
ㅤㅤThere’s no doubt in Y/N’s mind that whatever words the demon is speaking are supposed to have some hypnotic effect on her—but nothing in her mind changes. Nothing comes over her in a strung-out realisation, her eyes don’t round out in newfound adoration and her heart doesn’t start to speed up.
ㅤㅤWell, it does, but not out of endearment. She can only hope her connection with Harry’s soul is what's keeping her unscathed.
ㅤㅤThe demon keeps speaking and Y/N still can’t remember his name, but her neck suddenly starts to sting and she flinches. She actually, physically moves. He looks at her, puzzled, before letting out a quiet curse.
ㅤㅤ“You come and find me,” is that last thing she hears, each word more muffled than the last as her eyes droop closed and the pain in her neck is the last thing she feels.
ㅤㅤ
Y/N wakes up with a cry, body surging forward and immediately crashing into a hard chest. Harry. It takes her a second to realise that the pain from her dream is real, and that Harry is the cause of it, as she feels his teeth pull away from her neck and watches as he leans back to see her face. She swears his eyes are glassy.
ㅤㅤ“I’m sorry, are you okay? I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know what else to do,” Harry exhales, words jumbled. She’s never seen him lack composure—it’s disconcerting. He cups her face and wipes her tears away, pulling her up and into his chest with his arms wrapped securely around her.
ㅤㅤ“Harry?” Y/N croaks, “My neck,” she lifts a heavy hand up to touch but Harry takes it delicately.
ㅤㅤ“I know, sweetheart, m’sorry,” he lays her back down against the pillows and lightly laps at her neck, cleaning up the blood and laving over the bite. His saliva feels healing, as the pain trails away and all she can feel are Harry’s soft lips leaving tender kisses over the mark. Her eyes well up—feeling vastly overwhelmed as her dream plays back in her head. Visuals of the darkness, and the maniacal demon with the wish to own her.
ㅤㅤ“Am I definitely awake?” Y/N’s lip quivers, vision blurry with tears.
ㅤㅤHarry’s heart sinks in his chest, taking in her crestfallen and frightened expression. “You’re awake. I promise, my sweet girl.” He places a longing kiss to her forehead, thumbs determined in the cleaning of her tears. “I promise.” He kisses her nose, and then her cheek, and Y/N is turning to catch his lips—uncaring as the blood from his mouth and the salt from hers mingle together in an seismic kiss.
ㅤㅤY/N grips his hands desperately, tightly—as if they ground her—and Harry’s mouth presses harder to hers in return. Harder yet still tender, treating her with such fragility that only he can deliver. Her whole body feels weak and her eyelids are so heavy.
ㅤㅤ“I’m so sorry,” Harry whispers against her lips as they part. “This is my fault. I should’ve taken care of Zennith a long time ago.” He plants a little peck.
ㅤㅤ“Never,” Harry swears. “Never, Y/N, I promise.” His hands frame her entire face, as she blinks sadly up at him. Tears cloud her vision. “Was g’na tell you this morning. Was making y’brekkie ‘n’ everything.” She sniffles loudly. “I don’t want to ever be away from you again, my little Bambi.” Y/N’s face screws up as more tears fall, but these ones are less forlorn, as she tugs Harry down on top of her. He tucks his face into her neck, kissing over his bite mark once again.
ㅤㅤWhen her sniffles have lessened, Harry pushes his arms underneath Y/N’s body and rolls them over so she’s resting on top of him. She sinks into him easily, limbs too heavy to hold up, and Harry’s insides roil at how weak she seems.
ㅤㅤ“Why did you bite me?” Y/N mumbles into his chest. “Like some sort of dog.”
ㅤㅤHarry exhales a laugh and rubs a soothing palm along her back. “It’s a temporary scenting bite—they have protective qualities… among other things… I didn’t know if it would work.”
ㅤㅤShe doesn’t say anything for a moment. And then, “What else will it do to me?”
ㅤㅤ“You’ll probably be a little needier for a couple days. I might be too. Would be stiff right now if the circumstances were any different.”
ㅤㅤ“Oh,” she breathes, “do you want…” her hand tries to move downwards but Harry’s gathering it up immediately.
ㅤㅤ“No, baby. I was far too worried about you to be thinking with my dick. And you need rest.”
ㅤㅤ“I’mfine,” Y/N says but the words slur together and Harry has been watching her very, definitely closed eyes for the past two minutes.
ㅤㅤ“I won’t move an inch,” he promises. “Dream of me this time, Bambi.”
ㅤㅤ
Sure enough, it’s as if Harry hadn’t even been breathing when Y/N reawakens after her second, much more pleasant sleep. But she stirs to the comforting feeling of his warm chest rising and falling and nuzzles her face further into his body, tucking underneath his chin like a little puppy.
ㅤㅤHe carries her (despite Y/N’s adamance that she can walk just fine), and feeds her, and even offers to dress her but Y/N insists she has full control over her body. Harry is serious though, in his worry for her—doesn’t find any part of it humorous and she has to try hard not to tease him for it.
ㅤㅤ
“I have to kill him,” Harry states from next to her. Y/N has just finished explaining the details of her dream and it jostles her a little but she surprises herself by not minding one bit.
ㅤㅤ“Okay,” she says. “What if you get hurt?”
ㅤㅤAnd Harry doesn’t mean to be patronising but he laughs, “I’ll be just fine, Y/N.”
ㅤㅤShe frowns, “I’m serious. I’m allowed to worry about you too. I don’t even know what this guy is so het up about.”
ㅤㅤ“I know,” Harry sighs, scratching at his jaw. “I wish I could remember him.” He places a hand on her knee. “But it doesn’t matter now, he’s given me more than enough reason to make sure he isn’t a problem anymore.”
ㅤㅤY/N nods silently.
ㅤㅤ“How’s your neck feeling?” Harry brushes his knuckle over the mark.
ㅤㅤ“Fine,” she hums.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t feel needy or anything?”
ㅤㅤ“No.”
ㅤㅤ“No?” Harry smiles. “Then why are you gripping me so tight?”
ㅤㅤY/N looks down to see her fingers wrapped around his hand on her knee and she frowns. She doesn’t pull away though, she just glares at Harry who pinches her cheek in return.
ㅤㅤ“You’re cruel,” she grumbles.
ㅤㅤHarry’s grin widens, “Yeah,” he leans in, “I’m mean,” closer, “really, so very mean,” he breathes against her mouth, eyes daring to flick to hers before they flutter closed and their lips meet. His hand takes her throat tenderly, not applying pressure, just holding as Y/N mollifies into his kiss. She turns his palm up and intertwines their fingers, squeezing subconsciously when Harry sucks on her top lip.
ㅤㅤAnd he couldn’t find her any cuter, he’s sure, when she leans into him—unaware of her own movements. Harry tries moving back, just to tease, but Y/N follows him like a magnet; lips refusing to part. When he wants to actually speak, he squeezes her throat with the least amount of strength, not expecting her to melt even further into him. He shouldn’t have been surprised. But he doesn’t bring it up now.
ㅤㅤ“I’m going to have Niall come here for a bit,” he mumbles against her mouth. She’s trying her hardest to keep kissing him.
ㅤㅤ“Why?” Y/N whines, too enraptured to think about anything other than Harry and his lips.
ㅤㅤ“To keep you company.” To keep you safe.
ㅤㅤShe blinks up at him then, forcing her face to distance itself farther than two inches. “No,” she pouts, doing a wonderful job of proving she isn’t feeling needy. “Do you have to go now?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes, Y/N.” Harry squeezes her hand.
ㅤㅤAnd he can tell that she wants to protest further, so he leans in once again and sponges his lips all over her face—doesn’t stop until she’s giggling and struggling, trying to move away from his unrelenting tickles. She falls back and Harry moves with her, hovering over her body on the sofa as he places sloppy kisses on her skin and trails his hands down her body to find the most reactive spots.
ㅤㅤ“Harry!” she squeals, wriggling underneath him. “S-Stop!” Her hands flap about, trying to cease his torture. Harry can’t help but smile down at her, eyes shining with fulfilment. “I’ll pee!” She panics and Harry slows down but doesn’t stop.
ㅤㅤ“How do you know I’m not into that?” He teases and Y/N gasps, determined to escape his grasp.
ㅤㅤ“Harry! Gross!” And he finally stops his ministrations, leaning back to give her some space as her chest heaves. His hands rest on her waist as he sits back, taking in her mussed hair and glowing face.
ㅤㅤ“I have to go now or I’ll never do it,” he whispers. Y/N feels her heart swell at the way he’s looking at her. She understands. But she still manages to keep him over her for another ten minutes.
Zennith is pitifully easy to find.
ㅤㅤHarry almost feels humiliated at how much the demon has affected Y/N’s life when Harry could have tracked and located him in no longer than five minutes.
ㅤㅤUsing everything he knows about Zennith, Harry closes his eyes and searches—bounces from place to place with no resistance. Is unsurprised at the lack of concealment of scent or location Zennith has in situ. He retraces moments, smells, and faces that lead Harry in the right direction until he can see a clear outline of where he needs to go.
ㅤㅤHe also sees the clear outline of an additional presence that Harry hadn’t considered he might have to deal with.
ㅤㅤLucifer’s new abode is similar in size and shape, the only major difference Harry notices being the colour scheme. In his previous dwelling, the Devil had an ironically mild decor, however the deep red and black walls in this interior is the first thing Harry sees, and it unnerves him some.
ㅤㅤThe fact he’s managed to find Lucifer’s residence without asking and has ambled in with entitlement does cross his mind, but Harry thinks he might get away with it when the demon in question spots him from his gaudy throne and flashes a disturbing smile with open arms.
ㅤㅤ“Harry Styles. What a wonderful surprise.”
ㅤㅤ“Hello,” he says, hands making their way behind his back in a subconscious stance.
ㅤㅤ“I don’t believe you’re supposed to be here but you are a sight for sore eyes.” Lucifer smiles, unabashed.
ㅤㅤHarry hesitates, “Sorry… I’m looking for someone. I was led here.”
ㅤㅤLucifer hums, “You’re a good tracker,” and then clicks his fingers a few times, eyes never leaving Harry.
ㅤㅤA man steps into the room. A man that Harry recognises. A man that Harry’s fists recognise. Surely not. That was nearly eighty years ago…
ㅤㅤThey lock eyes and the demon’s suddenly fill with black. Harry matches him in defence, hands clenching by his side.
ㅤㅤ“You’re still a bully then,” Harry grits. Out of the corner of his eye, Lucifer sits back to enjoy the scene before him.
ㅤㅤZennith steps further into the room. “Funny… I don’t recall you being the one beaten to within an inch of his life.”
ㅤㅤHarry laughs, “You’ve been hanging onto this for eighty years, have you? I didn’t even fucking know your name back then.”
ㅤㅤHe sees the frown on the demon’s face, before it’s quickly concealed. “No.” He’s sharp. “I moved on. Was happy to forget about the cunt who fucked up my face for his own enjoyment.” Harry clenches his teeth. “And then Boss was telling me about his latest fun… and your name was mentioned. Took me back, didn’t it?” His eyes glower.
ㅤㅤHarry is still processing that the demon before him that’s been causing him trouble is the kid he knocked out when he was nineteen (because he was shouting abuse at Harry, he feels is necessary to add). How pathetic he is to hold a grudge for nearly eighty years (may as well be one hundred if you round it up) and how entitled he seems.
ㅤㅤ“I think you’re forgetting some details,” Harry grunts.
ㅤㅤ“Silence,” Zennith snaps, composure cracking, dark eyes close to producing fog. “Thought I would see how you were doing. See if you were still a depressed little loser. It’s been disappointing to see your disgustingly soft mingling with the humans. Even more disappointing that my friend was unable to have any fun before you vanquished him… That girl really is very pretty.”
ㅤㅤHarry’s body tightens up at the sound of Zennith’s sleazy voice mentioning Y/N. He tries to act unbothered but anyone could see his anger double at the perverted nature of his comment.
ㅤㅤ“It’s a shame she likes you,” he sighs. “You must have your claws in real fuckin’ deep for that dream to have not worked. I’m sure you were there, watching it all happen.”
ㅤㅤFor a moment, Harry feels undeservedly grateful to Lucifer for not saying anything about the real reason Zennith’s magic didn’t work. But then he decides it wouldn’t matter either way.
ㅤㅤHarry stalks towards the demon that might as well still be a little brat of a teenager—he has the mental capacity, that’s for sure. “I don’t know what you think is going to happen now, but I’m sure you won’t enjoy it.”
ㅤㅤZennith backs up with a laugh, eyes momentarily clearing with surprise, “What?” He tries to pretend it’s a windup—a silly, harmless prank. “It’s not that serious, man. Hardly worth going to all the trouble of a fight.”
ㅤㅤ“Perhaps you’re right. Maybe if you’ll apologise for those things you said to me all that time ago, I’ll feel less murderous,” Harry goads.
ㅤㅤ“You fucking prissy, you want me to say sorry? You were a sad excuse for a demon then and you’re an even sadder one now.”
ㅤㅤHarry hums, well and truly unaffected by the words of a demon who had to cower behind someone else as they did his dirty work, and traumatise a human girl through her dream, “No apology then?”
ㅤㅤ“Boss, are you gonna let him get away with this?” Zennith throws his hands up in the air, exasperatedly looking at Lucifer.
ㅤㅤThe Devil simply smiles—making no move to help at all—encouraging the chaos and showing no signs of concern for his employee. Zennith deflates then, with realisation that this could not go his way. The three of them all know that Harry overpowers, every day of the week. He did when he was nineteen, and he will at ninety-eight.
ㅤㅤ“What the fuck.” Zennith sighs, watching as Harry steps closer and closer. He’s lost his nerve.
ㅤㅤ
Harry thinks that maybe a torturous death is deserved, but all he really wants is to get it over and done with and return to Y/N—who is no doubt having her ear talked off by Niall.
ㅤㅤSo he makes it quick. Pins Zennith still with his monochromatic eyes—wonders what he’d been doing all this time to be so weak as his arms fall heavily by his sides—and feels as his skull splinters and shatters into pieces and pierces his brain. Watches as his body crumbles and turns to ash before it hits the ground; the pained sounds of the demon echoing throughout Lucifer’s lair before the deafening silence takes over.
ㅤㅤHarry’s frowning, eyes closed to purge the image from his head and to try and remove himself from this mindset before he gets really dangerous.
ㅤㅤ“How debonair!” Lucifer claps. “I usually make so much mess but that… that was beautifully done.”
ㅤㅤHarry doesn’t have the control to appease the Devil and his unreturned flirting right now. He hums.
ㅤㅤ“Shame though, I suppose. He was a good servant… someone will have to take his place.” Harry’s stomach drops and his eyes snap open. Shit. Lucifer is already smiling at him. No, no, no. “Come here.”
ㅤㅤHis footsteps are light as he makes his way over to Lucifer’s throne. Harry’s not sure he can feel his body at all. He stops in front of him, hands making their way behind his back once more.
ㅤㅤ“No. Right… here,” Lucifer points to his side. This is where I’ll be standing for the rest of my life, Harry thinks. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred years—
ㅤㅤLucifer presents his cheek, expectantly. Harry blanches. “Be a good demon and prove your loyalty,” he teases. Harry’s heart is beating rapidly, scared that at any moment he’ll be trapped, or killed, or that Y/N will become unsafe and Harry won’t be able to stop it. Hesitantly, he leans down, lips jutting out reluctantly as he forces himself to press a small and obviously uncomfortable kiss to the cheek of the ruler of Hell.
ㅤㅤThe demon looks accomplished when Harry steps back and clears his throat without saying a word, clearly basking in the glory of belittling and humiliating.
ㅤㅤ“Okay, off you go now.” Harry nearly chokes on his own saliva, the breath from his lungs forced out.
ㅤㅤ“I can leave?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes, yes, go on. I do hope I’ll see you again soon, Harry.”
Y/N likes Niall very much.
ㅤㅤUnderstandably, at first she was unsure; their first meeting not ideal to say the least.. A stranger appears in your home whilst you’re not there and it unnerves you some, to say the least. But he’s kind—really kind. And he gets her hesitation; doesn’t try to force an overbearing friendship which ultimately has Y/N opening much quicker than she usually would.
ㅤㅤNiall basks in the joy of getting to tell tales about Harry—things he’s never really been able to tell anyone before. And Y/N can see how much he loves having the upperhand between the two for once—revels in narrating sneaky embarrassing stories whilst Harry isn’t there to tell him off. Y/N finds herself giggling and gasping, leaning towards Niall and holding onto his every word.
ㅤㅤIt feels good to know more about Harry. And his closest friend.
ㅤㅤNiall doesn’t pry either, which is an instant relief to Y/N. He doesn’t prod, or poke, or demand answers—he just fills the silence with lighthearted conversation which is all Y/N could ask for right now.
ㅤㅤThere is a moment where quiet overtakes them and Y/N’s mind drifts, just a little.
ㅤㅤ“Hey,” Niall says gently, “don’t you worry about a thing,” he smiles softly. “Harry’s the toughest sod I know.”
ㅤㅤY/N smiles back, not quite reaching her eyes but she appreciates his words.
ㅤㅤ“You know, one time…” Niall starts off again, detailing a story involving Harry, three vampires, and a lot of bite wounds. (In hindsight, maybe that isn’t the best story to tell but Niall is only trying to demonstrate Harry’s toughness!)
ㅤㅤ“You gossiping about me?” A familiar drawl sounds from behind them. Y/N gasps and twists around on the sofa to see a very normal looking Harry standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She hesitates, aware of Niall’s presence, until Harry opens his arms out.
ㅤㅤ“Come ‘ere, Bambi,” he smiles with tired eyes.
ㅤㅤY/N scrambles over to him, content in his arms as they wrap around her and she buries her face into his chest, inhaling not-so-subtly. She misses the look Harry and Niall give one another, a clear understanding between the two.
ㅤㅤ“You look… fine?” Y/N says when she pulls back.
ㅤㅤHarry laughs easily, “Fine? You wanted me to come home bloody and bruised, did you?” His hands span across her waist.
ㅤㅤ“No!” She exclaims, “I was worried, is all. That you would be hurt.”
ㅤㅤHe smiles, brushing his thumbs against her. “Are you alright?”
ㅤㅤNiall chirps up at the question, “Excuse me, we had a lovely time, didn’t we, Y/N?” She nods. “Are you alright?” he mocks, “she’s bloody great.”
ㅤㅤ“Okay, Niall, I’m sorry for asking, I’ll never doubt you again.” Harry sighs but it’s playful.
ㅤㅤ“Are you okay, Harry?” Y/N asks, big eyes looking up at him. His heart softens and he’d kiss her if his friend wasn’t watching.
ㅤㅤ“I’m just fine, like you said.”
ㅤㅤThey must hold eye contact for longer than they realise, as Niall clears his throat.
ㅤㅤ“Are you two alright if I…”
ㅤㅤ“Yeah, o’course,” Harry says, briefly tearing his eyes away from Y/N. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. Niall nods, smiling back, and then he’s gone.
ㅤㅤ“So… Niall was telling me some interesting things about you.”
ㅤㅤ
Y/N watches as Harry gets on his knees, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms with no intention of being erotic as he starts to swill out the bathtub.
ㅤㅤBut Y/N is a little overwhelmed. He’s here, and they’re together…she thinks. She’s not sure but she doesn’t want to ask—wonders if it’s a silly thing to ponder. For its blatancy or how preposterous it may be.
ㅤㅤSo she focuses on the one thing she does know—Harry’s ridiculous allure. She watches his back contract under his shirt, stretching the material when he leans over to turn the tap off and his biceps strain when he swishes the water around to clean the tub.
ㅤㅤIf Harry hears the steady increase of her heart rate then he doesn’t say anything. Only puts the plug in, turns on the hot tap, and generously pours her nicest bubble bath in. And when he stands up from the floor and turns to face her, his mouth is upturned at her swoony expression.
ㅤㅤ“Pupils a bit big, sweetheart,” he teases, fingers trailing up her arm.
ㅤㅤY/N scoffs, “No, they’re not,” but she has no other point to her argument and no willpower to try to find one. So instead she closes her eyes.
ㅤㅤ“Hey, don’t hide them from me.” Harry’s fingers digs into her waist and she squeals, eyes snapping back open. “Mine are bigger than yours anyway,” he smiles before he lets the whites and irises of his eyes disappear for just a second.
ㅤㅤY/N still finds herself to be fascinated by his ability to do that, among many other things. But she’s not scared—never scared. “Show off,” she whispers.
ㅤㅤ“Only because I’m trying to impress you,” Harry leans closer, a wry grin on his face. “Is it working?”
ㅤㅤY/N pushes against his chest, “You’re corny,” but she’s smiling too, and her palms don’t budge him one bit as he covers them with his own and pulls her in further. She’s elated to be here with him but she feels herself not quite knowing how to act.
ㅤㅤHarry notices (of course he notices). “You’re on edge, huh?” He looks guilty as he strokes her arms. “Gonna let me take care of you now?” He nods towards the tub. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed as she agrees with a hum. “You’ve got nothing to worry about anymore, I promise, Bambi.”
ㅤㅤ“Will—” she hesitates, talking once Harry turns his back to make sure the water temperature is okay. He looks over his shoulder. “Will you get in with me?” She supposes there’s no reason to be bashful but a bath is intimate—would Harry want that?
ㅤㅤHe just smiles and bites back a mocking comment. “I was planning on it,” and Y/N really doesn’t know what’s come over her to feel so shy all of a sudden, because she’d wanted him to get in with her but now she feels silly for even asking! You’ve already seen each other naked! She thinks, desperate to pull herself together.
ㅤㅤ“You’re overthinking, hm? Working yourself up,” Harry gently prompts, suddenly looming over her, focusing all of her senses.
ㅤㅤ“Sorry,” Y/N frowns, looking at the floor. Harry doesn’t chastise her, just cups her face softly and angles her head up before pressing his lips to hers. It’s not tactical; not intended to go anywhere, which he makes obvious by keeping his mouth closed. He kisses slowly, leaves her with a soft noise as they part, and then does it again. And again. Until Y/N is sighing—much more relaxed.
ㅤㅤHarry pushes his hand under her shirt to rest on her tummy that he’s found himself growing somewhat obsessed with. He leans away from her to pull the fabric up her body and Y/N lifts her arms to make it easier. As soon as it lands in the corner of the room, Harry is back to doting, warm hands sliding up and down Y/N’s arms, along her shoulders to cup her face, down her back, along her waist.
ㅤㅤY/N would say she feels sufficiently warmed up already but Harry continues, kissing her innocently again as his hands move to push down her trousers, fiddling with the button. Y/N feels around for his own shirt, timidly pulling it up to reveal his broad back. Harry peels it over his head and in turn she steps out of her trousers.
ㅤㅤ“You’re so soft,” Harry whispers against her mouth, lips pouting to press another mindless kiss. His hands are eager to touch every inch of her skin. And soon enough they’re both clad in only underwear, Y/N huddling closer to Harry’s chest when he unclips her bra. “Ready to get in?” He asks, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
ㅤㅤ
Y/N can feel every part of Harry against her back as she relaxes into his hold and it’s perhaps the most intimate moment of her life. She’s had sex less close than this. The thick of his thighs encasing her own, the span of his hands wandering her body—lathering her in soap—the feel of his hard chest and the softer parts of his tummy and hips, and the sure hardening of him against her.
ㅤㅤHer head was surely muddled before they’d undressed, but now Y/N is confident she is a touch away from just floating off like a feather in the wind. Harry coats her skin in bubbles, encouraging in the way he coaxes her head onto his shoulder. When he dunks the sponge in the water and brings it back up to wash the foam away, Y/N’s breath hitches as the droplets hit her nipples and she feels Harry’s cheek squish up into a small smile.
ㅤㅤ“Breathe,” he speaks, turning his face into her temple. Y/N exhales shakily, nuzzling into him and Harry lays a delicate press of his lips between her brows before continuing his ministrations. “Are you feeling relaxed?” He asks, already aware of the answer. When Y/N nods hastily, Harry hums, “Not relaxed enough…” the words brushing against her skin, “I think I can do better.”
ㅤㅤGently, he lets the sponge float on the surface, replacing it with his hands as he runs his nails down her arms. Y/N’s chest is rising and falling at an obvious speed and her eyes are struggling to stay open; the anticipation affecting her considerably. “Would you feel better if I touched you…” his hands hover over her breasts, “...here?” He squeezes them far too softly but Y/N still lets out a noise—one that intensifies when Harry tugs and rolls her nipples between his fingers. “Is that nice, sweetheart?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes,” Y/N exhales, unable to concentrate on anything other than the thrumming of her body.
ㅤㅤ“Are you g’na watch how good I make you feel?” He prompts, nudging her with his nose. Y/N feels like her eyes are glued shut but she makes the effort to peel them open, tilting her chin down to see Harry’s big hands cupping her. She feels a wave roll inside of her. “There’s a good girl,” he praises, and the wave gets bigger. She never tries harder than when he says those words. “You tell me, baby, what do you want me to do?”
ㅤㅤY/N’s never been asked that before. “Whatever you want,” she says to him; not for the first time.
ㅤㅤ“No,” Harry asserts, “what do you do when you’re alone, hm? How many fingers do you squeeze inside yourself?”
ㅤㅤAnd Y/N would be scorching with embarrassment usually but the arousal she feels overpowers it. Though it’s still hard to speak, “I don’t— m’fingers aren’t long enough—o-or I’m just not good. Doesn’t do anything.”
ㅤㅤShe may as well have shot Niall right in front of Harry, the way he gasps. It’s mocking, of course, but he sounds genuinely dissatisfied with her answer. “That’s so sad, Bambi. Pretty pussy like yours should be getting stuffed full and satisfied.” His hands are still playing with her tits, running back and forth over the pebbled peaks, and squeezing the flesh which aids the pant she lets out from his erotic words. “You want me to teach you?” Y/N shakes her head no, too desperate for Harry’s touch. “No? You want my fingers?” She’s quick to agree as he trails a hand down her body, over her ribs, and her tummy, and her mound—daring to dip lower.
ㅤㅤ“Please?”
ㅤㅤ“Mm, mine are much longer and thicker than yours, aren’t they?” His other hand pinches her nipple and Y/N arches her back as her hips struggle to coax Harry lower. “Nothing in comparison to my cock though, Bambi. How are you g’na take me if you don’t even fuck yourself with your fingers, hm?”
ㅤㅤ“I will, I will!” She rushes out. “I can take you. Please touch me, Harry.” Y/N turns her face into his jaw and sponges open-mouthed kisses wherever she can reach.
ㅤㅤ“We’ll make it fit, won’t we?” Harry presses down on her clit and Y/N moans into his skin, nodding unabashedly. He travels lower to gather the wetness between her thighs. And Harry knows they’re submerged in water but the thick substance that coats his fingers is unmistakable—he wishes he could lap it up.
ㅤㅤHarry’s cock is stiff against Y/N’s back and each time she arches and rests back against it, he sighs into her ear; pretty and provoked. She is thrumming—vibrating with want—never had anyone edge her so close to orgasming by hardly touching her. Her hands lay useless on Harry’s knees, subconsciously gripping him when he starts circling her clit with intent.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t close your eyes,” he orders, overly aware of her every move. It’s hard, not to just lay back and feel but Y/N keeps her eyes as open as possible, watching the flex of Harry’s wrist and the movement of his fingers over her. Her abdomen starts to flutter as he builds her up but Harry takes his hand away before she can start to give into it.
ㅤㅤY/N wants to whine and whinge but then his hand returns lower, fingers circling her entrance before he dips a single one inside. And his really are much longer and thicker than hers because it already feels better than when she tries and he’s only got one finger in.
ㅤㅤSlowly, does Harry enter her, allowing for the adjust before deliciously curling and hitting the spongy place inside that has Y/N gasping and tightening her grip on Harry’s knees. She instinctively clenches around him; Harry has to bite back a tease about how desperate her body is and draws his finger back and forth inside of her warmth. Her eyes close for less than a second but in that time he pulls out of her and she snaps them back open, a plea on the tip of her tongue but it’s not necessary, as Harry sinks in a second finger beside the first and stretches her out some. It’s not an uncomfortable feeling, but one of immense fullness and warm buzzing throughout her tummy as he perfectly stimulates her with every curl and drive.
ㅤㅤ“Y’squeezing me so tight,” Harry says, voice gravelly—turned on—as the hand holding Y/N’s breast moves down to her stomach to readjust and pull her tighter against him. She gazes at the vastness of his hand on her body and then to the one moving inside of her and another wave passes and pulsates between her legs and around Harry’s fingers as he speeds up, thumb stretching to pass over her clit in focused circles. “You’re g’na feel so good around my cock, Bambi,” he twitches against her back. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Y/N mewls, body pushing into Harry’s hands. “You’ll let me, won’t you?” His breath is warm against her neck.
ㅤㅤ“Yes, anything,” she sighs, hand finding his and desperately gripping. He interlocks their fingers against her tummy as he starts to press contrastingly precious kisses to her jaw and neck. Y/N’s so close her body is tensing up in anticipation. “Please, please, please.”
ㅤㅤ“I’ve got you, come on, baby. Come f’me,” he litters kisses between breaths and Y/N is so close, so close. Throws her head back and lets her eyes shut—and Harry allows it, occupied by the stretch of her neck as he licks and sucks and rubs and fucks her until his fingers are being squeezed impossibly tight and she’s coming around him. She lets out the prettiest of noises, writhing in his grip as he guides her through her orgasm and his dick starts to become demanding the more she moves and moans, her body against him feeling like the softest of velvets or silks.
ㅤㅤBut he ignores it; ignores everything but Y/N.
ㅤㅤShe blindly searches for his kiss, body melting in bliss as she comes down from the intense heights of pleasure. Mewling and sighing into him with each press of their open mouths. His fingers stay inside of her, reveling in the subtle but sure pulses she gives, unable to resist the urge of curling them a little to make her jump in his arms.
ㅤㅤ“You’ll become greedy for that,” he mutters against her lips before nibbling her bottom one and pulling back to look into her satisfied eyes—big and moony, just for him.
ㅤㅤShe hums, unashamed in her post-orgasmic haze. “Is it your turn now?”
ㅤㅤ
Harry wanted to devour her whole as soon as those words left her mouth—wanted to push her back and have his way with her. But the bath water was cooling, and their skin was getting all pruned, and realistically Harry knew that fucking her for the first time would not be happening in the tub. She deserved better than to be pounced upon in a claustrophobic box.
ㅤㅤAnd Harry was already good at ignoring his needs so what difference would five minutes make?
ㅤㅤHe kisses her with a smile on his face, slowly pushing upwards to get out of the tub. Her gaze follows him hungrily, lips threatening to pout if he doesn’t start paying attention to her again immediately. But he gathers a towel and helps her out, wrapping her up—delicately and thoroughly drying her body. It’s hard for Harry not to swaddle her completely and smother her face in kisses but he resists.
ㅤㅤTeasingly, he wanders her backwards towards her bedroom, towel still pressed to her body; watching how hard Y/N is trying not to make a fuss. He thinks she’s doing a pretty good job until he realises her true intentions, seemingly forgetting the speed of Harry’s reflexes. When the edge of Y/N’s bed touches her calf, she attempts to spin around—the motivation of pushing him down irresistible in her head. She barely turns a fraction, however, before Harry’s hand is clamping around her bicep and squashing their fronts together.
ㅤㅤ“No,” Y/N whines, “I was trying to be sexy.”
ㅤㅤ“You’re very sexy,” Harry smiles, nose dropping to rub against hers.
ㅤㅤ“But—”
ㅤㅤHarry knows what she wants. He also knows how prettily she begs for him, and how easily too. Thinks he wants to push that button a little.
ㅤㅤ“What does my needy baby want?”
ㅤㅤThough it seems he’s underestimated her on this occasion, as she tries very hard to display bratty behaviour and stand her ground. Y/N crosses her arms across her chest, ripping the towel from Harry’s grasp to cover up by herself.
ㅤㅤ“You don’t wanna tell me?” He tries, wondering how quickly he’ll be able to dismantle her walls. When Y/N shakes her head, he ups his game. “S’not very nice, is it? Made you come on my fingers but you won’t be good f’me?” Her heart drops a little, guilt seeping in. But she won’t beg. She won’t.
ㅤㅤ“I—”
ㅤㅤ“I was gonna be so nice to you, little thing. Make you come around my cock until you couldn’t think straight… but if you can’t even tell me what you want then I guess you won’t get anything, huh.”
ㅤㅤShe’s gripping the towel so tightly, knuckles bulging. “I am… good,” she tries, eyes falling down to his nakedness. It looks near painful. All she wants is to taste him.
ㅤㅤHarry hums, “You usually are. Where’s she gone? My good girl.” He covers her hands, removing them from the towel so he can tug her closer. “Just tell me what you want, baby. Always so pretty when you beg.” Harry dips down, pushing the towel to the floor as his lips meet her neck and his hands slide across her ribs, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
ㅤㅤShe’s done for; never stood a chance. Not really. She squeaks as he grazes his teeth along her skin. “I want you… in my mouth… please.” The words come out breathy, shallow. But they’re hardly desperate.
ㅤㅤ“You can do better than that,” Harry says, pulling back to look into her eyes. “Prove that you want it.”
ㅤㅤAnd her shyness has returned some—so it’s harder for her—but she shuffles closer, palms gliding up his biceps. “I wanna… make you feel good. The way you do for me,” she whispers. And it’s so soft, Harry can’t help but be taken aback. It wasn’t begging in the way he was used to but his heart swells. “You deserve it all the time. Please let me.”
ㅤㅤ“All the time?” Harry smiles. “You want my cock in your mouth all the time?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes,” Y/N breathes, looser now. “Please?”
ㅤㅤAnd who was he to say no? When she thought he deserved it so much.
ㅤㅤHarry moves to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching behind him to grab one of her pillows to stuff under her knees as she kneels down. He strokes her hair, tucking it behind her ears and gathering it in his hands before it can fall around her face. Y/N rests her cheek on his knee, eyes glued to his shiny, red tip as it stands against his stomach.
ㅤㅤ“You trying to tease me, Bambi?” He tugs her hair a little.
ㅤㅤ“No…” she bites her lip to hide the smile, coyly looking up at him.
ㅤㅤHe doesn’t have to reply because Y/N’s leaning forward and licking a broad stripe along the entirety of him, eliciting a sigh from Harry as he watches her intently. She brings a hand up, angling him towards her mouth so she can kiss at his head, tongue darting out to taste the salty precome that’s spilling out of his slit. The grip in her hair tightens when she starts to suckle at him—she goes crazy for it, humming around his cock as she starts to move her hand up and down around him.
ㅤㅤHis noises have her thighs squeezing together; low and rumbling. Y/N knows they get higher in pitch the closer he is to coming and she is determined to get him there.
ㅤㅤ“Take me deeper,” Harry demands, hand wrapping around his base to encourage her. “Know you can.”
ㅤㅤ“Mhm,” Y/N hums around him, letting her jaw drop for Harry to feed his cock into her mouth. She can’t take all of him, but she tries all the same. Flutters her eyes shut and focuses on breathing through her nose as she drags her tongue along the underside of him and works whatever she can’t fit with her hand. When she starts to bob her head in coordinated movements and sucks her cheeks in, Harry’s abs tense and his head falls back on his shoulders.
ㅤㅤ“Hot little mouth,” he manages to say through a moan. “Made for me… made for my cock, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” When she hums again and the vibrations shoot through him, he bucks slightly, gagging her on him. Y/N retracts sharply but her insides still flip-flop about. “Fuck,” Harry groans, pulling her off him by her hair. Her hand doesn’t stop as she catches her breath. “Sorry, baby, feels so good.”
ㅤㅤHer rounded out eyes look at him like he’d carved the Earth for her personally. She really would let him do anything.
ㅤㅤ“You wanna make me come?” He strokes her cheek as she nods. “Go on then. Make me come and then I’ll put my cock in you.” Harry relishes in the way Y/N’s eyebrows cinch together at the excitement and desperation, and her thighs squeeze impossibly tight as she takes him back into her mouth. She has a newfound determination, taking him as far down her throat as she can go before withdrawing to take a deep breath and then continuing. Her hand twists and squeezes, moving up to thumb at his drippy head when she leans back to breathe—and Harry’s chest is heaving more and more, eyes slipping in and out of their demonic state as she works him.
ㅤㅤIt’s when she leans back down as start tonguing at his frenulum that Harry moans and twitches, leaking out and into her mouth. “Yeah—yes, fuck. Keep going.” A whine gets caught in his throat as his head falls forward, chin touching his chest and his jaw loose. They make eye contact as she stretches her lips back around his tip, sucking and licking—so desperate to taste his come. And he’s close, moans after every breath and struggles keeping his hips down.
ㅤㅤ“G’na come,” Harry whines. “G’na come down your throat.” Y/N mewls around him, sinking further down and speeding up her hand until she starts to feel the warm spurts filling her mouth. Harry’s noises make her spine tingle as he praises her, “Good girl— swallow it all—so good. Fuck,” hands threading gently through her hair as he comes down.
ㅤㅤ
He barely softens, grateful for his demon stamina because he thinks he might drop dead if he doesn’t get inside Y/N in an instant. “Come ‘ere,” he says with a rumble, pulling her up by her underarms until she’s straddling Harry’s hips. His cock rubs against the both of them, spreading saliva and precome across their stomachs. Y/N surges forward, catching his mouth in desperation as she grinds down, angling herself to rub her wetness against his dick.
ㅤㅤ“In,” she whines against his lips, clit perfectly stimulated as she humps him. “Want it in now, please.”
ㅤㅤHarry strokes his tongue against hers, licking into her like she’s made of honey whilst he takes a hold of himself, smearing her arousal as he paints his head through her folds. Y/N gasps, hips stuttering when she feels his thick mushroom tip prod against her entrance.
ㅤㅤ“Relax f’me, baby. Breathe nice and slow.” She listens, inhaling as deep as she can as she slowly lowers down. The stretch of him is nearly overwhelming but it’s delicious and her hands have to shoot out for grounding, one landing on Harry’s shoulder and the other cupping his cheek. He tilts his face into it, pressing a soft kiss to the spongy part of her palm. “That’s good,” he whispers as he gets deeper and deeper inside of her, “you’re so beautiful.” Y/N’s eyes squeeze shut with emotion, forehead dropping against Harry’s.
ㅤㅤHe’s fully inside her now and Y/N is sitting on him, adjusting to the feel and trying not to squirm. Harry starts teasing again once he feels her begin to grind her clit against his pelvis. “You gonna ride me?” Y/N nods, lifting up slightly before dropping back down. “You think your wobbly little legs will be able to cope with that, Bambi?” Harry grins, pushing forward to kiss her open mouth.
ㅤㅤ“I can do it,” Y/N whimpers, lifting up further. “I can.” She drops back down harder, moaning at the feeling of Harry hitting that spot inside of her. He maintains much more composure than she does, looking at her through his lashes as she starts to bounce up and down, and sliding his palms across her back.
ㅤㅤ“Am I filling you up good?” Y/N whines, nodding. “Told you we’d make it fit, didn’t I? Taking me so well, baby.” And he places a hand on her lower stomach, pressing in slightly with a smirk on his face. “Can you feel me here?”
ㅤㅤ“Uh-huh, so big,” Y/N moans, looking down to see his large hand span across her.
ㅤㅤ“G’na make you feel empty without me,” Harry promises, leaning down to take one of Y/N’s breasts into his mouth, sucking a mark into her skin. Her thighs are already starting to burn—each movement harder than the last as their bodies slap against one another.
ㅤㅤ“Harry,” Y/N mewls, hands threading through his hair. He hums into her chest, moving to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. His hands hold tightly onto her waist, assisting her movements up and down on his cock more and more until he finally leans back.
ㅤㅤ“You need my help now, don’t you? Told you you couldn’t do it, little thing.” Y/N frowns, grip tightening in Harry’s hair. “Just need me to take care of you.”
ㅤㅤ“Please,” she begs—for what exactly she’s not sure but Harry knows what she needs.
ㅤㅤConfidently, Harry grips the underside of Y/N’s thighs, shuffling back on the bed so he can pull his knees up. She doesn’t get long enough to prepare before Harry starts fucking up into her with no warning. Y/N struggles, but she manages to throw her arms around his neck, hiding her face into the side of his as he pounds into her—the harsh clapping sounds of their bodies hitting each other echoing throughout the room.
ㅤㅤShe’s so wet, it’s surprising that there isn’t a puddle on Harry’s abdomen as he holds her up and drives his cock into her again, and again. Y/N is a mess of noise, mouth stuck open and whimpering into Harry’s skin as he fucks her until she can’t think of anything else.
ㅤㅤ“My little human just takes whatever I give her, huh?” His deep, punctuated voice mixed with mocking words sends her already muddled brain into even more of a tizzy.
ㅤㅤ“Only you—feels so good,” Y/N manages to cry. “I’m g’na—”
ㅤㅤ“—Look at me,” Harry weaves a hand through her hair and pulls her out of his neck. “Look at me when I make you come. All over my cock, yeah?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes—yes, all over,” Y/N keeps her half-lidded eyes on him; a monumental struggle when Harry moves his hand from her hair to her clit, rubbing messily over her. His pounding subsides none, getting harder if anything—going balls deep with every thrust—and all she wants is to collapse into him but she doesn’t look away, despite how kinked her brows become and how much her body screams at her to throw her head back.
ㅤㅤIt hits her staggeringly, eyes fighting to roll into the back of her head as she cries out and squeezes Harry’s cock, orgasm stifling her. He slows down his thrusts, hands rubbing soothingly into her back as she mindlessly whimpers his name.
ㅤㅤ“I know, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he tenderly adjusts them, flipping her onto her back so she can melt into the mattress. “Have you got one more? Can you give me one more, baby?” He asks, her cunt still pulsating around him.
ㅤㅤ“Slow,” Y/N whispers, eyes blurry, “please.”
ㅤㅤHarry leans down, pressing sweet kisses to her forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, hips pushing into her breathtakingly slowly. A lazy smile overtakes her features as Harry dotes on her, pouting up at him with a spacey expression. He complies easily, moulding his lips to hers. It’s gentle, the sound their mouths make as they part—Harry traces his thumb across her bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it snap back up before licking her open and feeding her his tongue.
ㅤㅤIt’s hard for Y/N to muster up the strength enough to kiss him back, and her reactions are delayed, but Harry doesn’t mind; happy to be so close.
ㅤㅤAnd in a moment of vulnerability he quietly asks, “You really want me?”
ㅤㅤY/N knows he’s not talking about sex, bringing a leaden hand up to his face and stroking his cheek. “More than anything, Harry.”
ㅤㅤHis heart inflates ten times the size of his chest, he’s sure—he’s never known anything to feel so good, but Y/N was his person, and she wanted him.
ㅤㅤHarry’s orgasm approaches rapidly at her words, and he’s desperate to get Y/N there again, hand trailing down her body to find her puffy clit. She jumps at the feeling.
ㅤㅤ“Shh, I know you’re sensitive, baby. Just need one more,” he kisses her again. “Be good f’me and then I’ll give you my come.” Y/N whines, trying to turn her head into the mattress. “Where would you like it? On your tits? Your ass?” He thrusts in harder. “I think I’d like it on your tummy, what d’you think?”
ㅤㅤ“Yes,” Y/N moans, unspecific in her agreement.
ㅤㅤHarry laughs. “You don’t think anything, do you? Just lay there all pretty and let me do all the hard work.” His hips snap against her harder and harder—pace still slow but he’s hitting her spongy spot unquestionably as Y/N grips onto his biceps that bulge underneath her palms.
ㅤㅤ“Harry,” she cries, pussy starting to flutter around him.
ㅤㅤHe groans, “Fuck, squeeze my cock like that. You feel so good.”
ㅤㅤHe stretches down, taking her nipple into his mouth and tonguing over the pebbled peak. The sound of his balls thwacking against her ass reverberates, and Y/N’s moans compete for volume as she contracts tighter, and tighter around him.
ㅤㅤ“Y’my person, en’t that right?” He circles her clit faster.
ㅤㅤY/N nods, neck stretching as she turns her head about against the sheets. Desperately, she grasps at his back, silently begging for his closeness. Harry drops down, hand trapped between them awkwardly but the weight of him delights her considerably as he hits deeper inside of her.
ㅤㅤ“Yours,” she exhales. “Please come, Harry.”
ㅤㅤHis hips stutter, nearly shooting right inside of her. “You first, baby.” Harry speeds up his hand and rolls her other nipple between his teeth. “Soak me.”
ㅤㅤY/N clamps down around him, tightness hurling Harry closer, as she comes for the third time that night. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, so exhausted but so blissful. Her nails dig into his skin and he relishes in the sharp pain, pulling his hand away to coax his wet fingers into her mouth.
ㅤㅤWatching Y/N’s satisfied expression as she cleans his fingers is enough to make Harry come, pulling out of her quickly and fisting his hand over his cock a couple of times before he’s painting her stomach white. He groans, head hanging low with his eyes fighting to stay locked with Y/N’s.
ㅤㅤAnd then he’s flopping down on top of her, uncaring of the come he’s lying on. He’ll get up in a minute, find a washcloth and clean them both up, before gathering her up in his arms and praying to God (if he has to) that this isn’t a dream.
ㅤㅤHe thinks that after eighty years of killing and feeling like he’d found his purpose, that his life has new meaning now. That this is what he was meant to do. That Y/N is his purpose.
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“Harry?” Her soft voice pulls him from his head and he pushes back just enough to look down at her sleepy face. “I’m so happy,” she smiles, “and I’m so glad Imogen is a useless angel.”
ㅤㅤHe laughs, from deep within his chest, and leans down to smear their lips together—unable to kiss her for long without breaking into a smile—before pulling back and whispering against her forehead.
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Summary: harry consults someone facetious and y/n starts to accept her feelings. | demon!harry , angst , smut
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Part Three | Part Five
Lucifer is, for lack of a better word, a dick. Surprising to few, probably, but Harry is reminded of all the notable tales as soon as he steps inside the elaborate abode Lucifer is currently residing in. Accessible only via apparation, it makes it quite the challenge to find and as Harry arrives and takes a good look around him, only to see neverending fields with an astronomical manor seemingly planted in the middle, he knows it is unlikely that Lucifer is permanent to one location for very long.
ㅤㅤAnd it had taken Harry long enough to get the location details—sitting on hold with what he assumed was Lucifer’s personal assistant for the better part of two hours before getting through, and then having to intricately explain the reason he needed to see Lucifer, the whole time trying not to ask the woman on the other end what her exact job description was—he severely hopes the one visit is all he needs to get help.
ㅤㅤLeaving the cottage had been hard enough for him, tummy churning from the anxiety at the potential of getting that feeling that alerts him of Y/N being in danger, which he knows is silly but he hates that feeling. He hates it so much. And he had tried to stay as calm as possible whilst still maintaining how important it was that Y/N didn’t leave; surprising herself and him when she puts up little fight, feeling nervous herself about his departure. She attempted to get him to soothe her with the magic fragrance she is close to relying on, but he is strict, stony in the way he commands her to have a bath and breathe nice and slow for him. That he would be back in no time and he would let nothing bad happen to her.
ㅤㅤBut just to make absolutely certain, he runs the bath for her and with one hand swirling the water, he changes the colour to a deep, forest green with a scent she can’t quite put her finger on. Strong but not unpleasant—in fact it is most lovely, relaxing, and has her eyelids closing as she breathes it in. Just distinctly Harry. He assures her it is only a precaution but bathing in it should mask her scent for a little while, an extra means of calming them both down. Y/N finds that she trusts Harry’s word and her heartbeat slows a little as she watches him fill the tub— somewhat reminiscent of a recent night but this time subdued, despite the fact that it holds an unpleasant memory, and she can’t make herself say it but Harry picks up on it nevertheless.
ㅤㅤHe feels the need to apologise again for that night; is sincere in his words and acknowledges that he understands why she wouldn’t be thrilled that he was leaving her in the bath, yet again. Y/N pretends to be wholly unaffected, shrugs her shoulders, but it is obvious to them both. But Harry reassures that what he needs to do will be worth it, to help her life go back to normal.
ㅤㅤThis sticks in her head for a while after he leaves. Normal. She can’t even remember what her day-to-day life looked like… and it was less than a week ago since she’d met Harry. But to be honest with herself, there was nothing special about life before meeting him; nothing that she is desperate to return to, nothing she would describe as normal in a positive light. Dull, maybe, or stagnant. Despite learning about the existence of an undoubtedly dangerous species that would have the average person begging to forget, Y/N can’t ignore the buzz that has been faintly coursing through her ever since Harry first appeared in her bedroom.
ㅤㅤBeing somehow magically adhered to him may be the only reason she feels these things, she realises, but it doesn’t stop them. They still fester, and swirl, and root themselves deep into her brain. The things that had been missing from her life—excitement, uncertainty, and warm, fuzzy feelings for another person—they’re eager to fill the gap, huddling together in order to protect themselves and begging that Y/N will cement over them. Reason never wins in the fight against feelings. Not really. She knows that’s why her attempts at ignoring them are fruitless.
ㅤㅤBut it’s so messy because she can’t just give into them! What would that achieve?
ㅤㅤThus she goes back and forth in her head for the better part of an hour whilst she soaks—sorrows swimming around her derisively instead of drowning as she desires.
Meanwhile, Harry’s antics are just as rattling, fingers itching to pull the hairs from his head as he stands in front of Lucifer, completely ignored, as the literal Devil seems to be leisurely enjoying his lunch. Slouching on an unnecessary throne that would give the average person indigestion as they ate, he gulps from a goblet and throws olives into his mouth with his elbow resting on the thick silver arm. Harry feels as though he’s gone back in time, unsurprised but still amused at how Lucifer shows his age.
ㅤㅤHe isn’t even acknowledged with eye contact, and whilst Harry knows better than to demand the attention of such a creature, it still has his breathing deepening and nails biting into his palms behind his back as he tries to stay calm. But Harry feels he knows what Lucifer’s game is; as the most powerful being alive, things often go his way, life is long and it gets dull, and whilst he doesn’t need an excuse to kill anyone, winding them up and up until they snap is always rewarding before their lives are swiftly ended (or drawn out to an extreme depending on the occasion).
ㅤㅤHarry won’t entertain it—he’s getting old too but he likes to think his morals are still firmly intact. So he waits. And so does Lucifer, even once they both know the olives are all gone and there is only a dribble left in his goblet. His mind starts to drift though, and the nerves start to tickle in his tummy and Christ it was not normal to be this worried; he was ready to get down on his knees and starting praying for his danger alarm to be promptly disconnected before the feelings spiral further and he refuses Y/N of leaving his sight—
ㅤㅤ“Speak.”
ㅤㅤHarry hides his surprise at the unexpected noise, eyes flitting up to meet the man he has waited an irritating amount of time for, as his gaze pierces back. And all of a sudden he realises that he has no idea of the correct way to address Lucifer. One wrong word and he might be beheaded by hand, he supposes.
ㅤㅤHe clears his throat, “Sir,” He bows slightly. Does he go overboard and make a fool of himself or risk not showing enough respect? “I require your assistance,” Harry cringes inwardly, “if you would be so kind as to listen.” He holds his breath as he watches Lucifer’s unphased expression, posture still radiating a complete lack of care for anything. Maybe this was a stupid idea.
ㅤㅤ“How old are you, demon?” Lucifer’s voice cuts through the air and vibrates through the floor.
ㅤㅤHarry’s spine straightens. “Ninety-eight, sir.”
ㅤㅤ“Ah, nearly a centurion,” he smiles wryly, a blood-red apple appearing in his hand and he takes a large, crunching bite from the fruit.
ㅤㅤHarry says nothing, hands clasped behind his back as he watches, tense.
ㅤㅤ“What is it that you do?” Lucifer tosses the apple once, eyes unashamed in drinking up his features.
ㅤㅤHarry doesn’t need to think about his answer. “I possess mind compulsion abilities, sir. That I use alongside killing for others.” He doesn’t specify that he mainly kills bad people, thinking Lucifer might be adverse to that detail.
ㅤㅤ“A hitman of sorts. Hm.” He seems to ponder, eyes wandering around Harry’s figure, seemingly making a decision. “Okay. I will listen.”
ㅤㅤOnly listen. Fuck me, Harry thinks, How much do I have to do to get him to help? “Thank you, sir—”
ㅤㅤ“Drop that bullshit, you’re nearly one hundred.” Lucifer says, surprising Harry, and maybe in another circumstance he would’ve felt slightly humiliated. (He knows for certain he wouldn’t let Y/N get away with trying to embarrass him like that). He doesn’t offer any reason why, but Harry curtly nods before breathing in.
ㅤㅤ“I believe I have been magically bound to a human woman. She was able to summon me without any incantations and she had no idea what I was, or of our species—it was a complete accident. I remember before I was summoned, I could hear... crying echoing in my head. And ever since that day, I can feel when she is in danger and it’s interfering with my life.” He breathes in. “I also believe she might be able to detect traces of us, which is unheard of in humans. The whole situation… has not been ideal. But I don’t know how it happened and I don’t know how to remove the spell, if it even is a spell.”
ㅤㅤLucifer squints at Harry, “Have we met before?”
ㅤㅤHarry avoids visibly reacting with frustration, “No, I don’t believe so.”
ㅤㅤ“And when did this happen?”
ㅤㅤ“On Thursday. So four days ago.”
ㅤㅤ“What’s your name?” Lucifer demands the answer to yet another question, face clouded with suspicion.
ㅤㅤ“Harry Styles.” As if the final piece of a puzzle, a wide grin spreads across the Devil’s face. Harry wishes for nothing more than to snap at him to stop fucking around, but he can’t.
ㅤㅤ“Ah, I remember now,” Remember what? Harry shouts at him, internally. He thinks he’s been doing a pretty good job at keeping his emotions at bay, but it’s a rare enough occasion for Harry to not behave as he pleases, let alone in the presence of Satan himself. And as he stares at him, sitting comfortably on his status-affirming throne, he fears he already knows and Harry’s gut sinks as he prepares to hear the worst.
ㅤㅤ“That would be my fine handiwork.” There it is. The worst.
ㅤㅤHarry still recoils, words wise to stay inside but his face reveals it all. “I’m sorry—A little context?” His tone slips as the cracks in his polite facade start to show. Had he accidentally and unknowingly upset the Devil?
ㅤㅤLucifer stretches out and Harry takes note of the black robe he seems to be wearing, for the first time; most inconvenient unless you happen to follow your own rules, as Lucifer does. His fingernails are painted a shade to match, offsetting the countless silver rings that hug his fingers, all chunky and sharp to the touch—no doubt their own form of weapon as everything that the Devil owns can become. He notices Harry’s watchful gaze and the smile he is already sporting grows even bigger.
ㅤㅤ“Harry… Do you ever get bored?” The temptation to roll his eyes is excruciating.
ㅤㅤ“I have been bored before, yes.” Harry tries so hard to remain unaffected.
ㅤㅤ“Well you’ll understand then, that when I received an accidental angel prayer, I couldn’t simply ignore it. You have to make your own fun these days, boy.” He taps his nails against the arm of his throne.
ㅤㅤHarry stays silent, chest swelling the harder he tries to stay calm, possibilities spiralling in his head as he processes Lucifer’s words.
ㅤㅤ“If I had known you would be such a fine gentleman, maybe I would’ve picked another demon to surprise, tethered someone else’s souls, but it was by complete chance that it happened to be you. It did entertain me for a while and so I cannot say I regret it. And I cannot help you.”
ㅤㅤHarry’s composure fizzles away, cracks and pops and extends out until he can feel the white and green of his eyes disappearing behind a black fog. And what he sees is undoubtedly like nothing he’s ever witnessed before.
ㅤㅤLucifer, who had looked relatively normal before, was now generating a thick red smoke, as it billowed out of his pores. He’d had horns already, but now they were thicker, and sharper, and longer as they protruded from his forehead, leaving a hardened blackening rim around them. His eyes glow as a warning, the furthest away from a warm, inviting light—Harry feels as though he has stepped out in front of a truck in the midst of the night as he watches its blinding headlights drive straight for him. They hold the ability to paralyse with fear, and he looks away promptly. Observes the once plain robe that now is lined with gold and looks as though it would stop your heart just to touch. But Harry’s stomach roils as he realises the extent of the throne Lucifer is happily sat upon, made entirely from bones, and the occasional skull that still manages to express a deep anguish, even in death.
ㅤㅤ“Careful, demon,” Lucifer’s voice drips with venom, “we were getting along nicely, no? Let’s not do something we may regret.” Thick, black wings are tucked against his back and they bristle under his stare as if to warn him.
ㅤㅤAnd with that, Harry closes his eyes, wills their colour to return before he looks back at an ordinary man once again on a normal throne. Closer to an arrogant prince than an evil overlord.
ㅤㅤ“You tethered my soul to a human for fun?” Is all he can say.
ㅤㅤ“I’m afraid so,” he replies. He doesn’t look very afraid or sound very afraid—in fact his smile borders on maniacal.
ㅤㅤHarry sighs, “Well, how do I untether it?”
ㅤㅤLucifer laughs, “Just kill her. Surprises me that you didn’t figure that out yourself.”
ㅤㅤThe thought doesn’t even attempt to be considered; it bounces straight off him. “Is there… another way?”
ㅤㅤ“I can’t imagine why you would need another way…” He narrows his eyes, “There is the untethering incantation but no human can survive it,” he tuts. “I shouldn’t have told you that, you could’ve found out for yourself.” A sickening feeling rolls around inside of Harry. Had this whole excursion really been for nothing?
ㅤㅤ“And the demon, was that you as well?” He’s reached his limit, he needs to leave, but he’s so sure this visit would’ve been useful. There must be something else.
ㅤㅤLucifer’s eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. “What demon would you happen to be talking about?”
ㅤㅤ“The one that has been following this girl I am tethered to. It told me that its boss had a problem with me, before I killed it. Would that boss be you?” Harry doesn’t actually know that the demon is dead, but he had trusted Niall with it and he has faith that the job is done.
ㅤㅤ“Even if it was, I wouldn’t remember. Nothing much is significant enough anymore to be remembered. Although…” A look of remembrance crosses his features. “Perhaps I will help you just a little. Seeing as you are so delightful to the eye.”
ㅤㅤHarry holds back a grimace. Hard pass on the Devil, he knows that for sure.
ㅤㅤ“I believe a faithful servant of mine named Zennith sent that demon,” And who the fuck was that supposed to be? Harry’s stare is blank, unphased, not a single ounce of recognition is visible on his face. “It’s all coming back to me now… I’m sure he’ll be ever so upset you don’t remember him,” Lucifer smirks, evidently feeding on the discontent. “Oh well, your time is up. Now go away before I have no choice but to kill you.”
ㅤㅤHe starts counting down from five and Harry doesn’t even get the chance to think before he’s apparating out of there. He hasn’t felt so overwhelmed in a very long time. If ever. And knowing he’s got to face Y/N with disappointing news just makes it all the more rattling—he’s not sure he can deal with any sort of bratty frivolity at this moment in time.
ㅤㅤTethered souls…
ㅤㅤNo human can survive…
ㅤㅤYou don’t remember him…
ㅤㅤHe’s just about ready to break something as he arrives back at the cottage, and then he sees Y/N.
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“Harry?” Her voice is cautious, as if she knows something’s not right and her eyes widen as they always do when she sees him—like they’re trying to absorb as much of him as possible, see all of him at once.
ㅤㅤHe looks back at her and for the briefest of moments imagines killing her. Envisions freeing himself of the burden of caring for someone, a human no less. Pictures snapping her neck, or poisoning her with a single touch, or ordering her to hold her breath until her heart stops beating. The second he considers it he feels sick but he pushes through, tries to think clearly; that his feelings are only fueled by the disposition of his soul. All of it could go away and he wouldn’t spare a single thought.
ㅤㅤBut he can’t convince himself of it. Visibly shakes his head to evaporate the imagery in his mind. He would spare a single thought, not only the guilt of killing an innocent girl but the regret of being the reason for losing someone he cares about, have it be manufactured or not, those feelings affect him.
ㅤㅤAnd he can’t pretend that they don’t.
ㅤㅤY/N sees him think, watches his demeanour shift in a way she has yet to witness. She’s sure he is unaware that his eyes cloud over for a second, but she notices and takes a step back. “Harry?” She tries again and he acknowledges her with a grunt, pushing his hand through his hair and turning away from her.
ㅤㅤ“It might be wise if you left me alone for a while.” Harry says, voice low. He hears her heart stutter slightly and sighs. Come on, Bambi, be smart.
ㅤㅤ“Did something happen?” Y/N presses, albeit very gently but Harry curses under his breath.
ㅤㅤ“I’ll tell you later, Y/N.” He sighs again.
ㅤㅤ“But—”
ㅤㅤ“Just fucking do as you’re told!” Harry whips around, eyes as icy and sharp as his tone as he raises his voice towards her, metaphorical daggers rising and rotating in Y/N’s direction before slicing through too quickly to dodge.
ㅤㅤHer face morphs from surprise to hurt to anger and she spits back as she shoves past, “I’m not a fucking child,” and storms out the front door, letting it slam and leaving Harry in deafening silence. His shoulders deflate and his eyebrows pull together with instant regret, mouth agape to take back his words immediately, and then he registers… Out the front door.
ㅤㅤ“Y/N, wait!” Harry scrambles, rushing outside. She’s stomping towards the dense trees and doesn’t bother to turn around or stop walking; knows that he gets whatever he wants eventually so may as well make him work for it.
ㅤㅤ“You told me to leave you alone!” She shouts. She doesn’t really want to go into the forest and she is sort of hoping Harry might come and force her back—but Y/N is stubborn—as she trudges over the same branches and rocks that had tripped her up the day before.
ㅤㅤ“Please come back,” he replies, and she considers it from the way his voice softens but she can’t be so weak.
ㅤㅤ“I went to see Lucifer.”
ㅤㅤNevermind. She stops dead in her tracks.
ㅤㅤIt had never crossed Y/N’s mind that Lucifer might be real, but now that she’s hearing it, why wouldn’t he? It’s still a lot to process, reasonably, as she slowly turns around to look at Harry who is still standing near the front door. He hasn’t tried to teleport her back. He looks rather helpless, rather human. “Why aren’t you making me?” She can’t help but ask, and in most situations Harry might smirk and make some sort of inappropriate remark but his lips don’t even twitch.
ㅤㅤ“I want you to choose to come back,” he calls, shooing away the reasoning—being that he doesn’t trust himself not to do something stupid if he starts exerting his power, like holding her and squeezing until she snaps. There’s a part of him that thinks maybe she should keep walking, and another that wishes he wasn’t able to apparate or locate her. The most dominant part, however, shuns him for trying to think like that again. It’s a lost cause.
ㅤㅤIn his turmoil he misses the gradual steps Y/N starts to take towards him. Doesn’t register her presence until she’s about two metres away. “Stay there,” he says. She frowns even more than she already is.
ㅤㅤ“What, you hate me now?” Y/N can’t help but be combative. “Can’t even stand to be within touching distance, is that it?”
ㅤㅤHarry glowers, “Don’t say stupid shit when you know absolutely nothing,” his body language is loud, louder than the scarily absent sound of his voice. Terrifyingly calm.
ㅤㅤY/N scoffs and throws her hands up in the air, “Then fucking fill me in! Why are you so angry? And why didn’t you tell me you were going to see the fucking devil?” She exasperates.
ㅤㅤThe words come out thick and fast, the frustration he’s been itching to expel having nowhere else to go but Y/N directly.
ㅤㅤ“Why would I? What makes you think it had even occurred to me that you should know?” It had.
ㅤㅤ“Because—”
ㅤㅤ“Because we have a connection?” He mocks. “Because I’ve been protecting you? Because I got you off on my thigh?” Her face warms. “Which one of those things signifies that I have to inform you of everything I do? We are not a couple, Y/N.” Harry’s eyes harden as he says it, skin itching at the hypocrisy of his words, knowing damn well he’d hate it if Y/N did the same to him.
ㅤㅤShe can’t help the feeling of tears coating her waterline, blaming the tailend of her period for the melodramatic hormones even though it’s much more than that. “Why are you being so cruel?” She asks, swallowing down the thickness in her throat. “You were gone for so long, and I was worried. And now you’re angry and you won’t tell me why,” Y/N wipes the drops away with fervour, fingers digging into her eye sockets.
ㅤㅤHarry hadn’t realised that he’d been gone for long at all, felt as though it had only been an hour, but perhaps time had other plans. Perhaps it cowered in the presence of Lucifer and ticked away desperately trying to gain pace and will whoever was there to get out, begging that it would be over soon.
ㅤㅤHe feels like that now, as he watches himself be the reason for her tears yet again and his heart positively shrivels. Just keep making me cry and everything will be great, her words echo in his head. Everything is far from great. “Hey, that’s not fair, don’t—”
ㅤㅤ“Don’t cry?” Y/N bites, “Don’t have emotions?” She steps closer. “I’m a human, Harry, I can’t help it. Are you really such a monster that you can’t understand that?”
ㅤㅤTheir faces both fall, near identical. She wishes she could swallow her tongue and never speak again.
ㅤㅤHarry frowns, “Okay,” holding out his hand, palm facing up, “now we’re even.” Y/N stares at it, eyebrows furrowed. “Let me show you something,” he says and her eyes flicker to his, hesitant.
ㅤㅤBut slowly she places her hand on top and he links their fingers, beginning to walk around the side of the cottage. “Are you finally going to kill me?” She tries to joke.
ㅤㅤHarry forces a little smile, pushing away the attempted deliberation he’d had only moments ago. “Funny, Bambi.”
ㅤㅤ“You can’t just change the subject, by the way,” Y/N pauses, tugging on his hand.
ㅤㅤHe looks down at her, “I know, just be patient,” his voice is soft, but he’s tired, she can tell. And the guilt is swimming around inside of her as she replays the look on his face that she had put there. “Don’t fret.” He says, tugging her along once more as they walk across gravel-bordered paving stones and underneath ivy-covered archways until they reach an opening.
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The lake that Harry had pushed her in as part of his evil entertainment stares back at her, or at least the rest of it does. When she’d first been acquainted with it she hadn’t realised there was so much more water, wrapping the little alcove of the garden they’re standing on close to the back of the cottage and round the side, leaving their entrance as the only exit.
ㅤㅤIt spans far, covering copious amounts of the forest floor, hugged and hidden by the dense trees around it. Across from them seems to be the thinnest part of the lake as a grassy mound emerges and leads to the most glorious willow tree Y/N has ever seen. The branches reach out, providing a wispy roof over the middle of the water and its leaves float down like little green fairies, dancing left and right as they fall. She’s sure there must be magic in its trunk unless her eyes are playing tricks on her and the thick, weaving vines aren’t actually shimmering.
ㅤㅤ“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, tearing her eyes away to find Harry already looking at her awe-struck face with a proud smile. “Did you do this?”
ㅤㅤHe shakes his head with a small laugh, “No, but I’m flattered. The tree is bewitched by its denizens,”
ㅤㅤ“Denizens?” Y/N’s eyes widen.
ㅤㅤ“Sprites. They’ve been kind to let us stay here—usually they drive everyone away. But they like me,” he grins cheekily.
ㅤㅤ“Oh.” She looks at the tree again, watches it so intensely she almost thinks she can see it breathing. And then Harry steps forward, towards the edge of the water and crouches down, fingers dancing across the top. Y/N watches in wonder as the lake (that is as dirty and grimy as any old lake, despite its magical tree) starts to clear around Harry’s hand, a ring of pristine water forming from his touch alone. Similar to how he had done earlier with the bath.
ㅤㅤHe feels it out, the magic, and once he deems it satisfactory enough stands up and starts to peel his clothes off. Y/N squawks, “What are you doing?”
ㅤㅤHis eyes mock her, his seemingly normal self. “Covering up the scent of the Devil,” as he chucks his white tank onto the metal, round table and chair on the grass. Y/N schools her expression as best she can, tattoos begging to be ogled. And she can’t help but look; there’s so many of them.
ㅤㅤ“Is this really necessary?” She blinks back up at him, ignoring how smug he looks. “I soaked for ages earlier.”
ㅤㅤ“Not really,” he admits, “but aren’t you a little intrigued?” And she can’t deny that. Not as his slacks join the rest of his clothes and he’s left in only his boxers. Skin-tight boxers.
ㅤㅤHarry lowers himself into the water and the circle only grows, follows him and leaves a trail as he wades into the middle—deep enough that Y/N won’t be able to stand independently.
ㅤㅤ“Turn around,” she stares pointedly as Harry’s gaze challenges her, eyes threatening to pin her in place. But he eventually listens and shows her his back, and she admires the way his head tilts as he watches the willow tree and his hair flutters in the breeze.
ㅤㅤHe bites his teasing words back, doesn’t remind her that I literally had you begging to come yesterday and smiles to himself at the memory; submerges himself further into the cold water to wash the distracting thoughts away.
ㅤㅤ“Are you sure you’re not a wizard?” Y/N asks and Harry starts to rotate in the water. “Don’t turn around!” She shrieks, clutching her shirt tight to her chest. He holds his arms up in surrender and angles back away from her, answering her question.
ㅤㅤ“It’s the sprites, they amplify my magic. M’not a wizard.” She can hear the smile in his voice. “The stuff with the water I can only do here. But my magic is a lot looser, lighter to control—lets me be lazier.” He hums, fingers swirling clear trails outside of his circle. “Usually I have other methods of disguising someone’s scent,” his teasing tone is silky as it’s carried to her ears and a tingle shoots through Y/N’s abdomen at the implication, quick to remove her sweats in order to get in the water and change the damn subject, not entirely convinced that he won’t just turn around if she takes too long.
ㅤㅤThe water is near arctic levels of freezing as Y/N lowers her foot into the lake, a sharp intake of breath lodging itself in her throat, “Oh my god!” She gasps, flinching away. Harry itches to see her face but stays put, grinning into his fist as he disguises a laugh with a cough. “What is wrong with you, oh my god?” Her arms wrap around her body in a pathetic attempt to preserve warmth.
ㅤㅤ“Do you even need to ask?” Harry says, waiting for Y/N’s reply and growing impatient when she stays silent. He knows she’s still there, can hear her breathing and her pattering heartbeat and the miniscule movements of her feet shuffling on the grass. “Are you coming in, Bambi? Can I turn around?”
ㅤㅤY/N’s arms tighten, “I didn’t have a bra… so don’t l-look,” her teeth chatter. Harry is quick to swivel and wade over. He feels a little cruel as he sees her looking at the lake with distaste, shivering, bare skin pebbled in goosebumps; perhaps underestimating her human condition just a little. Her underwear is the only thing left on her body and it does nothing to help her.
ㅤㅤ“Oh look at you.” He pouts, eyes wide and void of any condescension but words still embarrassing, and Y/N doesn’t think he even means it. “I’m sorry, I forget how delicate you are. Like a little petal, aren’t you?”
ㅤㅤ“Harry,” she shivers, partly caused by the cold and partly by the way his eyes travel along her body with nothing but the utmost concern. It feels odd to be watched with so much care in such a vulnerable position and to not feel like a piece of meat. But he looks at her like she might be a moment away from death and it pains him to see her so.
ㅤㅤ“I can warm you up, remember?” Outstretching his hand in an offering. A single touch and she would feel as though it was a beautiful hot day, sun beating down or that she was wrapped up in the comfort of a warm blanket. All she had to do was hold his hand.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t peek,” Y/N warns, arms waiting to unfold. Harry makes a dramatic show of covering his eyes with his other hand, slapping it over them and tilting his head up high. She giggles a little and his lips turn. With tentative movements, she removes an arm from her chest, nervously checking that she’s concealing as much of her modesty as possible as her hand reaches for his larger one.
ㅤㅤNear instantaneously, warmth extends out through his fingers and travels into hers, up her arm and into her chest which then blossoms throughout the entirety of her body like a ball of sunshine. The breath Y/N lets out is one of pure relief, and a little shock, sure she would never get used to the idea that magic—in whatever form—existed. She is quick to enter the water now, desperate to cover up, and her second attempt at entry is much smoother, like the lake has since been heated and it is a joy to get in.
ㅤㅤHarry’s eyes stay covered as he walks backwards, hand gently gripping hers whilst they venture deeper into the water. He doesn’t stop until he knows it’s just on the verge of too deep for her to reach the bottom and opens his eyes when her fingers tighten considerably around his own. “You’re the worst,” she frowns, only half paying him attention. Her gaze is transfixed on the crystal clear ring that protects them from the murky lake, probably full of filth and slime that Y/N doesn’t even want to imagine.
ㅤㅤHowever she quickly notices that clear water means a clear view and her palms scramble to cover her chest, but that means letting go of Harry who is keeping her afloat. Her chin dips under the water and she inhales in shock, just shy of swallowing mouthfuls. Harry quickly steadies her, big palms smoothing up her sides to her ribs, pulling up and holding her in place. “Bloody hell, Bambi, take it easy,” he can’t help but laugh.
ㅤㅤ“Change the colour of the water.” She whines, free to cover herself now that Harry has got her, hands dangerously close to areas she is hyper aware of. “Please?” is tacked on to the end when he just grins, thumbs stroking and just brushing the side of her breasts, and she jumps slightly.
ㅤㅤHe says nothing but tugs her closer, so close that her knuckles press into his hard chest. He wraps his arm around her back, sure to keep her secured and with his other hand, positions it palm down in the water and Y/N watches as their segment of lake turns the same deep green of her bath, familiar, calming scent returning.
ㅤㅤHer breathing is shallow, from the nerves of being so bare and so close to Harry but also the feeling of his skin every time she exhales, chests expanding like they’re desperate to coalesce. If I hold my breath it’ll be less torturous.
ㅤㅤBut Harry is onto her.
ㅤㅤ“You gotta breathe, Y/N. Humans need to breathe,” Harry whispers, suddenly a lot closer to her face than she realised, warm air hitting her cheek. Eyes meet and it’s no use; the sigh gets caught anyway. Her lips are just level with the bottom of his chin and with one smooth motion she could plant them there.
ㅤㅤHarry watches as her pupils dilate, vision clearly focused on him but mind foggy. He can feel her soft skin under his fingers, so pliable, so mortal. His free hand hovers up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and Y/N’s eyes flutter at the feeling—such an innocent action sending a shiver down her neck.
ㅤㅤ“I’m sorry,” her eyebrows pinch, “for what I said.”
ㅤㅤHarry hums, fingers smoothing down her hair, “I’ve been called worse, I won’t hold it against you.”
ㅤㅤY/N shakes her head, “You should. You’re not… a monster.” She cringes as she says it, “You’ve been so— No one— You’re a lot nicer than most humans,” her voice is quiet, words intimate.
ㅤㅤ“What kind of humans have you been hangin’ around?” He frowns, though he agrees that there are many detestable ones, he finds it most displeasing that she says that. “I’m sorry too, for shoutin’.” For saying we aren’t a couple, he thinks. “You deserve to know what’s going on.” He traces the shell of her ear with his finger and she ever so slightly tilts her head into it. Her eyes beg him and he finds that he couldn’t deny her even if he wanted to.
ㅤㅤHarry breathes in, trying to prepare himself to watch Y/N’s life worsen considerably from what he is about to reveal.
ㅤㅤ“Wait—!” Y/N exclaims, eyes shutting in panic and embarrassment. Harry’s own eyes look at her, confused, and his once open mouth closes. “Is this…” Her voice drops to a hushed whisper, as if someone may be listening, but in reality she’s just too humiliated to risk hearing her words any louder. “...bad news?” She asks, eyelids still shut and eyebrows furrowed tightly. Harry smooths them out with his thumb, watching the way her face wants to relax—but her brain fights it, leaving her in the most disgruntled state.
ㅤㅤ“Yes, of course it’s bad news, Y/N,” Harry replies gently, unsure of what’s caused the rapid increase of her heartbeat and the look of despair contorting her features.
ㅤㅤShe inhales, pressing closer, “Could we… wait… just a little bit?” Y/N lets her eyes open and the moment they see Harry, he gets it—maybe before she even does. His arm tightens around her back, crushing her hands between their chests and bringing her up higher so their mouths are near level. But as soon as he takes a look down at her lips she gasps, feeling the warmth of his stare, eyes closing once again.
ㅤㅤ“We shouldn’t.”
ㅤㅤHarry doesn’t let her words phase him as he brushes his thumb across her cheek, watching the anticipation so clear on her face, waiting for the something they shouldn’t do but not willing to create any space between them. She fails to convince either of them that it’s an unsavoury idea. He draws in closer, tip of his nose skimming down the bridge of hers.
ㅤㅤ“Why not?” The question slips smoothly from his lips and passes easily into her own mouth, barely a centimetre away from his. And when she says nothing but nudges her face that much closer, Harry moulds himself to her.
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Y/N opens herself up for him easily, like she’d been wanting this forever—a dream she’d had since she was a little girl—and could only be relieved that it was finally happening. Their lips sponge together as Harry kisses her like it is a completely new experience, something he’s only heard of but never had the pleasure of engaging in. And he feels like that is the case, when Y/N lets out a tiny mewl into his mouth, and his heart might as well have been struck by lightning. He takes her top lip in between his two and pours himself into her, thinking This is how I feel about you, all the time. Can’t you tell?
ㅤㅤY/N’s breathing is heavy through her nose but she refuses to let Harry lean back, chasing his mouth when he tries and succeeding in tempting him to carry on as she presents herself to him. His tongue slips in effortlessly as their lips hide it from the world, coaxing out more of those tiny sounds Harry is sure he could live off. He licks into her with zero teasing; not even cruel enough to ruin this first, perfect moment. The first kiss between a pair of tethered souls, unknowingly binding them together tighter—but even as the seed of doubt tries to knock on the door of Harry’s mind, he’s so caught up in Y/N that he doesn’t even hear the noise, let alone bare the thought of letting it in.
ㅤㅤShe wishes so immensely to touch him back, to run her fingers through his hair and feel his beautiful face, memorise the hard lines and soft skin; have her hands be permanently fixed to him. But she can only concentrate on the feel of his limbs wrapped around her—the large, protecting palm (connected to the toned arm that wraps around her back) that spreads across her ribs as Harry holds her crushingly tight to him and the other that travels the plains of her face as they kiss.
ㅤㅤAs if he knows her very thoughts, his knuckles trace up her jaw daintily and then sink into the hair behind her ear as his thumb strokes the apple of her cheek. His hands are big enough to crush my skull like an apple, she thinks, and tries to get even closer as her bottom lip is nibbled, and then licked, and then engulfed.
ㅤㅤHarry’s grip tightens ever so slightly in her hair, unable to resist the temptation of tugging her so close not even an atom could fit between them. She’s insatiable, sweeter than honey, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t lick up every drop—she’s finite, wasting a single ounce would be insane. And Harry is well acquainted with magic but whatever is in her lips is something he’s never known before. All of his senses are consumed by her; it’s nearly overwhelming, nearly too much.
ㅤㅤHarry comes to the realisation that Y/N is everything he is not. The exact opposite of himself—profoundly angelic in his eyes. An angel with a demon, he thinks, she might as well be one.
ㅤㅤAnd then he realises.
ㅤㅤHe parts with a quiet intake, the cogs in his brain groaning to a start—albeit struggling through the impenetrable fog of Y/N. She’s entirely unaware of his thinking, eyes still contently shut but lips whining to be united with his; discovering that they now feel completely empty and alone. Her noises are slight, and Harry is easily distracted by the suspicion that she doesn’t even realise she’s making them, and catches himself leaning back in. But he stops himself an inch away.
ㅤㅤ“Harry?” Y/N peeks an eye open, “Why’d y’stop?” Her whole face tingles.
ㅤㅤHe sighs, running a hand over his face, “Just remembered something Lucifer said.” And the bubble pops, so beyond grumpy that the moment is over.
ㅤㅤ“Oh.” She pulls back a little, seemingly starting to remember her surroundings—Harry and her were not just floating around in the atmosphere together. They were in a lake, underneath a magic tree, next to a cottage in the middle of nowhere. Her rationality starts to creep in like always but she finds it’s muffled, like it’s been feathered around the edges or slipped rose-tinted glasses over its eyes. Y/N herself feels as though there are hearts protruding from her eyes, accompanied with the cartoon sound effects and all, especially when they take in the state of Harry’s soft, slick, blushing lips. She’s sure hers must be in a similar state and her tummy roils in a less-than-exciting way when he reminds her of his date with Lucifer.
ㅤㅤNot that she’s desperate to forget about it all, but that kiss might as well have been able to generate electricity; she would’ve believed it and been keen to try again. Is Lucifer really entirely that important? She’s not convinced.
ㅤㅤSomething catches her eye; a single willow tree leaf dancing down. It lands elegantly in Harry’s hair—curling into the rest of his syrupy waves—and Y/N’s heart pangs, uncaringly removing a hand from her chest to reach up and pluck it out. She meets his gaze with a sad smile on her face. You are the most breathtaking being to walk the Earth, she thinks.
ㅤㅤ“What’s wrong, Bambi?” Drags her from her reverie as Harry’s knuckles begin their travels across her features once more.
ㅤㅤYou could never fall in love with me. “Was I really so bad I made you think of the Devil?” She redirects her thoughts.
ㅤㅤWithout hesitation, Harry pinches the skin on her ribcage. “Don’t go thinking silly things when I don’t have even nearly enough time to reprimand you,” his tone is threatening—no, promising. A guarantee that he has those thoughts about her and is more than willing to execute them. Then he smiles, “I was actually convinced I was kissing a real angel,” voice sweet yet still coated in velvet, “and I was starting to wonder how you might have hidden it from me for so long.” Y/N keens a little, skin already warm from Harry’s magic but now starting to reach unbearable levels of heat, especially with the implications of how he might go about reprimanding her. “You think you could be a real angel, sweetheart?” He teases, nose kissing her cheek. She needs not to but shakes her head regardless. Harry hums, “Think you might know any then? Anyone at work?”
ㅤㅤY/N draws back suddenly, their saccharine daydream disintegrating, “What are you talking about?” She refuses to look anywhere but his eyes, head still fuzzy.
ㅤㅤ“How many people saw you push your boss down the stairs?” Y/N cringes, caught completely off guard by the remembrance of that fateful incident.
ㅤㅤ“Well, I don’t know I ran away, remember?” She huffs, clearly still embarrassed by it.
ㅤㅤ“And how many people would have cared enough to accidentally pray to Lucifer for you?” He asks. Y/N says nothing—because how the fuck does she answer that question?
ㅤㅤ
“I think Imogen might be an angel, Bambi.”
Y/N doesn’t know how much more information her poor head can handle. The details of Harry’s visit to the Devil had been waited for long enough and yet she still finds herself far from ready to cope with the newfound information as he explains it to her through the door as she changes. He’d been gracious enough to teleport them back inside straight from the lake to avoid the fumblings of redressing in the cold but Y/N still finds herself to be inevitably flustered.
ㅤㅤPerhaps it's the knowing her soul has been bound to a demon (and she hardly knows what that entails) or perhaps it’s hearing that it was done by Lucifer himself, or maybe it’s the possibility that one of her closest friends might be an angel. The culmination is severely overwhelming—and Harry is undoubtedly not telling her everything.
ㅤㅤ“Should we be flattered that he’s taken such an interest in us?” Y/N laughs humourlessly, tugging on a hoodie over her clean top.
ㅤㅤ“He was bored,” Harry says, resting his head against her door. “That’s what pisses me off the most. Wasn’t having enough fun just existing as the Devil so he decided to ruin a human’s life.”
ㅤㅤY/N’s door opens suddenly but he catches himself on the frame smoothly. “You haven’t ruined my life, Harry.” She’s frowning, offended he would say such a thing. But he can still see the way her eyes look at him, ever since they kissed—that moony gaze.
ㅤㅤHe feels it too; the change in the effort it takes to conceal his feelings. They’re bursting out of the seams now—so exhausting to keep them put. And for the first time, he’s not sure what to say.
ㅤㅤ“You haven’t,” she repeats and dares to lift a hand to his cheek, barely resting on the skin before he covers it with his own and pulls it down.
ㅤㅤShe doesn’t even hide her dejection but Harry is quick to smile and kiss her palm, interlocking their fingers, “Come on,” he’s tender, “Let’s go talk to your friend.”
ㅤㅤ“But we’ve just covered our scents! I’ve done it twice today.” Y/N pouts, now extra grumpy that he didn’t let her hold his face and ready to tell him to fuck off if he makes her unnecessarily bathe again.
ㅤㅤ“Oh, what a shame,” Harry pouts back and, as if it’s a special ability, says whatever she doesn’t wish to hear, “we’ll have to do it again.”
Imogen is, to put it lightly, a sorry excuse for an angel. In fact, she wakes up most mornings and forgets she even is one—and so when her lovely friend turns up at her front door with a large, brooding, supernatural-looking man, her first thought is nothing suspicious. She does think she recognises him but brushes it off for a far more excited reaction at the sight of Y/N.
ㅤㅤ“Oh, Y/N! I’ve missed you so much! What are you doing here? Who’s this?” She babbles, pulling her in for a hug. It’s nearly past seven in the evening and Y/N is aware that Imogen has been at work and has been chewing Harry’s ear off feeling guilty for disturbing her.
ㅤㅤ“I’m so sorry to bother you after work,” she hugs back just as tightly.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t be silly, come in!” She ushers as they gather around her kitchen.
ㅤㅤ“This is Harry, he—um—we’re actually here to ask you some questions…” Y/N says meekly, aware of her lack of grace as she stumbles through the words but she’s too panicked to be patient.
ㅤㅤ“Oh gosh, am I in trouble?” Imogen’s eyes widen and she looks up at Harry, who Y/N would say has a rather gentle smile on his face but perhaps she has spent too much time with him and it is actually an emotionless line.
ㅤㅤ“Why can’t I detect your magic?” Harry goes straight in.
ㅤㅤ"I'm sorry?"
ㅤㅤ“Harry!”
ㅤㅤThe two exclaim at once. Y/N thwacks him in the arm, mortified, but he pays her no mind.
ㅤㅤ“You’re an angel, yes?”
ㅤㅤImogen splutters, eyes darting between Harry and Y/N. “No! Of course not, what are you talking about—?” Harry darkens his eyes, no malice involved as he promised Y/N, but clear enough to anyone that he was no human. “You’re a demon!?” Her face drops and she steps back, hands surrendering in front of her.
ㅤㅤ“You’re an angel?” Y/N splutters, initially not sure she was entirely convinced Harry was right but it seems awfully clear now.
ㅤㅤImogen drops her face into her hands, “I don’t understand! I prayed for you—why is there a demon in my house?”
ㅤㅤ“I’m not here to hurt you, Imogen.” Harry steps forward slowly and attempts to touch her shoulder. She flinches considerably, eyes shiny with unshed tears.
ㅤㅤ“Gen…” Y/N starts, “Please don’t be afraid, we’re just as confused as you are. Your prayer went to Lucifer.”
ㅤㅤHer eyes scrunch up and the tears run free, “I’m so sorry—I’m so useless, can’t even pray properly!” Imogen’s shoulders shake and Y/N bundles her up in her arms without hesitation, rubbing her back as her neck becomes wet with tears. Harry stands there awkwardly, clearly providing no comfort for the weepy angel. “M’hardly an angel, can’t do any magic. Can’t do anything,” she sniffles.
ㅤㅤ“How is that possible?” Harry asks, remembering that he had been able to use mind compulsion on her with no force at all when he’d taken Y/N home from work a few days before.
ㅤㅤ“M’parents are human—well my real ones aren’t but—I never knew how to harness it so I didn’t,” Y/N’s grip doesn’t loosen. “Only know I can feel other people’s emotions really strongly and that I had to do something to help you that day, Y/N—could feel your whole aura crumbling. I didn’t know I could get it so wrong, I’m so sorry.” Another wave of tears run down her cheeks and into the puddle that’s gathering on Y/N’s skin.
ㅤㅤNow Harry knows Imogen’s an angel, but he can’t help but feel a little offended at how profusely she is apologising for his presence. Was he really that bad? More importantly, he realises that this information helps them none. Finding out how it all happened doesn’t provide insight on how to fix it; the incantation to untether souls would still kill Y/N. And he still hasn’t told her that yet.
ㅤㅤ“Shh, it’s okay, Gen. M’not upset with you, you’re so lovely. The kindest thing anyone has ever done f’me.” Y/N consoles her, speaking quietly into her hair. Harry gets slightly stuck on her words, deciding it would be okay for him to pretend she means the fact that Imogen’s actions led Y/N to him, rather than it being about the thought that counts. The thought that she felt so upset for her friend that she prayed to God to have her be okay. And it warms him some, though Harry cannot ignore the fact that he wishes to be the kindest to Y/N and have her say such things to him.
ㅤㅤ“You haven’t been unwell, then?” Imogen pulls back, wiping profusely at her face.
ㅤㅤY/N shakes her head. “Something else happened,” she looks at Harry, “Harry is here because… well—”
ㅤㅤ“—Lucifer binded our souls.” He finishes for her.
ㅤㅤImogen gasps, hands lifting to cover her mouth, more tears collecting. “Please Gen, don’t be upset. Harry’s been taking care of me,” she can’t make herself look at him as she says it. “There was a demon following me and he took care of it—brought me somewhere safe. He’s good, Gen.” Harry feels his heart squeeze but doesn’t look at Y/N either, knowing it would be unwise.
ㅤㅤ“Okay,” she whispers, nodding, “What are you going to do?”
ㅤㅤ“We don’t know.”
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Harry is an impatient man. Something newly discovered (perhaps newly acquired). He had liked to think, being immortal, that he’d somewhat perfected the art of waiting but like everything else in the last week of his life that belief has been upturned. And now, if Y/N is involved, it seems he cannot make himself wait for longer than ten minutes.
ㅤㅤHe stands in the kitchen with his hands braced on the countertop, staring neurotically out of the window, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation coming from the living room where Y/N is filling Imogen in in great detail—and Harry realises how much she must have missed the melodramatic gasps and gapes from a friend as she tells a story. He hadn’t meant to deprive her of such a basic human need and he starts to feel a little sad as he hears the way her voice changes, lifts and drops, goes from playful to serious.
ㅤㅤHe just appeared out of nowhere!—
ㅤㅤ...broke into my house…think his friend dealt with it—
ㅤㅤ...beautiful little cottage…tree lived in by sprites!—
ㅤㅤHarry tunes her out as best he can, mind wandering to his friend. He needs to talk to Niall right now, but he doesn’t much like the idea of leaving Y/N here—if Imogen was a competent angel, maybe—but that wasn’t going to happen soon enough.
ㅤㅤA phone call would have to do.
ㅤㅤ“Y/N?” He calls, greeted by the sudden hush of her and Imogen’s conversation ending.
ㅤㅤ“Yeah?”
ㅤㅤ“Could I borrow your phone?”
ㅤㅤShe doesn’t reply but he hears the shuffling of her standing up and making her way to the kitchen, phone in hand. Her eyes twinkle when they meet his and he can’t help the way his lips quirk up, purposely brushing his fingers against hers as he takes it from her. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Harry drawls, relishing in the instant reaction from Y/N, coy smile and eyes drifting to the floor. If he’s to continue his increase of sweet names for her she is sure to just fall into the palm of his hand, “need t’call Niall.”
ㅤㅤ“Okay,” she nods sweetly, lingering for a second with jittery anticipation.
ㅤㅤ“You doing alright?” Harry asks, dipping his head slightly to catch her eyes.
ㅤㅤ“Yeah, it’s really nice to see Gen,” Y/N smiles—she has something about her that’s different; something giddy.
ㅤㅤ“Good. We’ll get back soon though, yeah?” He says, turning towards the front door. “I’ll only be a moment.”
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Niall picks up on the third ring, “Hello?”
ㅤㅤ“Niall. Hello.” Harry answers curtly.
ㅤㅤ“Harry! How’s the babysitting going?” His joyful inflection fails to affect Harry.
ㅤㅤHe sighs, “It’s going.”
ㅤㅤ“Ah. Not so well, I presume.” Ever the perceptive.
ㅤㅤHarry ignores him, “Did you take care of it?”
ㅤㅤHe only pauses for a moment before realising what Harry is referring to, “Yes, yes it wasn’t difficult. Did try to get something out of him but he refused to say a word.”
ㅤㅤHarry’s shoulders loosen—he hadn’t even realised they’d been tense. I believe a faithful servant of mine named Zennith sent that demon echoes in his head but he ignores it for the time being—the more pressing matter demanding his attention. “Good. Good, thank you…” Niall hums in acknowledgement, “I went to see Lucifer.”
ㅤㅤ“Fuck me, Harry, did you really?” He can almost see the disbelief on his face when he closes his eyes.
ㅤㅤ“Yeah.” His voice deepens, familiar in his mocking tone, “He was very lovely. Told me my soul was tethered to Y/N’s and that he was the one to do it.” He smiles sardonically, repressing the urge to say Because that makes it so much better. “All because he had nothing fucking better to do,” He kicks at the gravel, hand gripping tighter around Y/N’s phone.
ㅤㅤ“Holy shit—”
ㅤㅤ“—But it’s okay because I can just kill her and it won’t be a problem anymore!” He laughs humourlessly. “Can’t untether us without her dying anyway,” Harry mutters through gritted teeth. Saying it out loud proved a sure way to boil his blood.
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What Harry doesn’t hear (too concentrated on Niall on the other end) is Imogen’s sharp intake of breath as she hears his culpable words and hesitates for only a second before relaying the information to Y/N.
ㅤㅤHarry has just asked Niall to do some research for him regarding tethered souls, involving humans specifically, when the door crashes open and a very angry Y/N appears in front of him. Imogen hovers in the entrance.
ㅤㅤ“You’re planning on killing me?” She grits and Harry whips his head round to look at the guilty angel who cowers under his gaze and shrinks back inside her house.
ㅤㅤ“No—”
ㅤㅤ“—Because Imogen just heard your entire conversation. Why didn’t you tell me?” The romantic look in her eyes is long gone, replaced with rage that’s covering up the hurt and panic she’s vibrating with. Niall coughs, clearly amused, mumbling something about how he’ll be in touch before hanging up the phone. She snatches it from Harry’s hand.
ㅤㅤ“Y/N, what did I tell you about being absolutely ridiculous?” He’s just as angry, no doubt irritated that she had overhead but also at the ball-ache of a situation he’s now got himself in. “I’m not going to fucking kill you, how many more times do I need to say it?” Her immediate lack of trust crushes him a little.
ㅤㅤ“Why didn’t you—”
ㅤㅤ“It was something Lucifer said. Suggested I kill you when I asked him how to fix this. Perhaps angels can’t understand sarcasm,” He throws a pointed look Imogen’s way. “Was going to tell you there’s nothing we can do, of course I was. But I’d hoped I’d find something, anything.” Y/N looks a little abashed. “Niall’s going to look into it as well,” he sighs, “Any more questions or accusations, hm?”
ㅤㅤShe shakes her head, frown still very prevalent, eyes raising to meet Imogen’s. “We should go.”
It’s quiet as they arrive in the kitchen—anxiety in the air—and Y/N is quick to try and scurry off upstairs to wallow in her embarrassment, guilt, and wonder what effect the inability to unbind their souls would have on her life.
ㅤㅤBut Harry catches her arm and spins her into him.
ㅤㅤ“Are you really that quick to believe I want to kill you?” His eyes hold more sadness than she thinks she’s ever seen, but perhaps it’s just that his unhappiness feels ten times stronger. She can’t be sure.
ㅤㅤY/N focuses on the grip of his hand around her bicep, “I—”
ㅤㅤ“You think I would’ve kissed you like that if I did?” His words are near silent, barely caressing the air around them and a shiver runs down her spine.
ㅤㅤShe meets his eyes, own brows furrowed, “You could do it so easily…” She trails off.
ㅤㅤ“And a human couldn’t?” Harry frowns, “What are you so afraid of? Isn’t it obvious we’re both just as affected by this?”
ㅤㅤ“Not really, Harry,” she whispers. “Forgive me but I don’t have much experience with demons, I’m sure it’s not that outrageous that I might be a little untrusting of one of Satan’s servants.” The words feel mean as she speaks them but she knows they’re necessary—that he can’t understand how she feels because he is so very different.
ㅤㅤ“I don’t serve anyone and I don’t want to kill you, Y/N. Please trust me,” his forehead drops to hers, “Could you imagine killing me? The thought is painful, right?” She nods. “Then why would you think that’s what I want to do to you?”
ㅤㅤ“I don’t know, Harry. I don’t know anything.” She pulls back, away from his face before speaking five words that undoubtedly throw Harry off course.
ㅤㅤ“Maybe I should go home.”
ㅤㅤHis breath hitches, “Is that what you want?”
ㅤㅤYes. No. I don’t know. “If Niall handled the demon then there’s no reason for me to stay here, is there?”
ㅤㅤHe doesn’t know what to say. Because she’s right and the only reason he can think of is because he wants her to, which really doesn’t constitute as being valid. He wants to say that it’s not safe but there is a severe lack of evidence to prove that—his fault, of course, at the dismissal of whoever Zennith is. But the cottage is secure, and perhaps she has grown complacent; he couldn’t live with himself if he sent her home to danger.
ㅤㅤ“Sleep on it,” is what comes out of his mouth, however, “and if you still want to in the morning, I’ll take you home.”
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Y/N sleeps restlessly that night, tossing and turning with nothing but unpleasant thoughts to keep her company. And when she eventually does drop off, it’s for no longer than an hour at most before a nightmare graces its presence. She’s already had two but it’s the third and final one that has her deciding to get up.
ㅤㅤShe’s in the cottage in this nightmare, in her bed, but the perspective is off. It’s blurry but she’s sure she can see herself lying there as if she is watching from outside the window. There’s a tangible shift in the temperature of the dark room—breeze fluttering fabric despite all entry points being closed. And she watches as the image of herself zooms in, getting closer and closer but she stays at the window like she is willing herself to get inside but achieving nothing. Her oxygen grows sparse and Y/N forces an attempt at a breath, narrowing her eyes as her sleeping self does the same—only her breathing stops.
ㅤㅤAnd then she’s gasping for air and sitting up hastily, eyes darting straight to the window that is covered by curtains unlike in her dream. She avoids pulling them back to check for anyone; feeling silly and also certain she doesn’t want to know the answer.
ㅤㅤFeet pad themselves to Harry’s door instinctively, reason telling her that if she is to go home then maybe it’s not so bad to embarrass herself a little. Just as she opens her mouth to softly call his name, he beats her to it.
ㅤㅤ“Y’can come in,” his voice croaks and Y/N slowly opens the door.
ㅤㅤHer chest tightens at the sight of him sprawled out in the centre of his bed—hair mussed and elegant around his head. The covers rest loosely on his stomach, big, warm arms lying atop them next to him. He looks the furthest thing away from demonic.
ㅤㅤ“Couldn’t sleep either?” She asks, hushed, lingering in the doorway as she tries to avert her gaze from the large butterfly on his tummy—on the way it rises and falls ever so softly, beckoning her to rest her head upon it.
ㅤㅤHarry hums, “Could hear you. Keep waking up when you do.”
ㅤㅤY/N inhales breathily, “Oh. M’sorry.”
ㅤㅤ“S’okay,” his words are slow, and merged, and gravelly. “Y’wanna come here?” He lifts up a corner of the sheets but makes no effort to move over and Y/N has to try her very hardest not to immediately clamber towards him.
ㅤㅤ“I don’t think I want to sleep again right now… Bad dreams.” She admits, fingers fiddling with the hem of her sleep shirt.
ㅤㅤ“Don’t have t’sleep,” Harry replies, beckoning her with his eyes and she caves all too easily.
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With hesitant steps, Y/N makes her way over to the side of his bed, internally grateful for the even better view she has of him from this angle. He lifts the covers up even more and she gets a peek of further skin, averting her eyes quickly despite knowing that Harry never misses a thing. Y/N knees herself up, nervous to assume to lie down but Harry presses a gentle palm to her back, warm over her shirt, and her front soon finds its way moulded to his side. He rests the sheets back down, dropping just above her waist.
ㅤㅤTentatively, she places an arm over his butterfly but Harry isn’t appeased. “Relax, Bambi. Don’t go all shy on me now.” He pushes her arm down to meet his skin more convincingly, unsatisfied with the way she had been practically hovering. “What were y’dreaming about?” He whispers, hand coming up to coax her head into the crook of his neck, brushing down her stray hairs.
ㅤㅤIt takes everything Y/N has to repress the urge to melt into him, to not focus on all the places their skin is touching, to not bring her leg up and cuddle into his side until he physically has to peel her away from him.
ㅤㅤ“I dunno,” she eventually says, “it was weird—creepy. Felt real… didn’t like it.” He hears what she doesn’t say, that it’s a little more than just not liking it but finds no need to push her; doesn’t want to make her upset.
ㅤㅤSo instead he plays the understanding hero, “I’ll protect you,” he mumbles into her hair, expecting a laugh, or a scoff and a shove, but instead receiving the feel of her head nuzzling in further, nose nudging the underside of his chin. “You want that? A promise t’keep y’safe?” Harry’s chest puffs out as he takes a deep breath, the comforting smell of Y/N making his limbs feel like lead.
ㅤㅤY/N makes an agreeable noise, a mhm that comes out a bit higher pitched than she intended—sounding needy and desperate. His other hand wraps around her body to rest on her waist.
ㅤㅤ“If you stay here you’ll be safe.” He whispers.
ㅤㅤ“Please don’t—” Y/N pushes herself up to sit, hands bracing herself on his chest and the mattress, ready to scold him for bringing it up, but her knee slips in between his thighs and it’s impossible to ignore it. The hardness. But even if she hadn’t noticed it, the obscene groan that catches Harry off guard is enough to alert an army of people. She pushes back quickly, finding herself at the end of his bed on her knees, face rapidly heating up.
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“I was dreaming too,” Harry’s head lolls against the pillows, eyes barely open. “A different kind though.”
ㅤㅤY/N’s thighs involuntarily clench and if she had been looking Harry in the eyes she would’ve seen them darken, but her stare is very much set on his body. The question practically falls out of her mouth, “What were you dreaming about?” echoing Harry’s earlier words but this time with a much different meaning.
ㅤㅤ“You’d like t’know, would you?” His lips quirk. “That’s dirty, Y/N.” She feels herself pulsate at how deep his voice gets. “Y’wanna know what made m’dick hard? Y’wanna know if it was you I was dreaming about?” Harry watches her throat as she swallows and the flustered expression on her face and feels himself swell.
ㅤㅤHer mouth is uncomfortably dry as she nods, eyebrows kinked in the centre. “Yes,” she breathes out, so quiet he might’ve missed it had his ears belonged to a human.
ㅤㅤHe grins, “You were lying all pretty on m’bed,” his hand trails underneath the covers and Y/N’s fingers twitch. “had your head on m’pillows, making everything smell of you,” his hips buck slightly, “and I was leanin’ over you,” she sees the outline of his hand squeeze, “and feeding my fat cock into your mouth.” Y/N whines, fidgeting in her spot as her underwear moistens—somewhat thankful that she had removed her panty liner hours before. “You were taking all of it like a good girl, with my knees on either side of y’head and m’hand around your throat.” Harry smiles darkly, masking his desperation in favour of watching Y/N squirm.
ㅤㅤ“You wanna be underneath me like that, sweetheart?”
ㅤㅤY/N looks at him like she would do anything in the world for that to happen. “You said… that next time I could—” she doesn’t want to say it, wishes to bury her face into the bed and hide, “could touch you.” She murmurs.
ㅤㅤHarry hums, presenting faux thought, “No, I don’t think so… Said maybe you could see it, didn’t I?” He squeezes himself again. “If you were a good girl. But you just lied to me, and you hurt my feelings considerably today.”
ㅤㅤY/N’s face crumples, standing up higher on her knees as she moves a little closer, “No please, I’m sorry, m’sorry let me touch you. I’ll make y’feel good, I promise. Please?”
ㅤㅤHarry laughs, “So quick to beg f’me, baby. Nearly convinced me,” he pauses the hand that has started to creep underneath his boxers. “Although maybe—” he trails off.
ㅤㅤ“Y’can see it,” he grins, “I’m g’na make myself come and you’re g’na sit and watch.” Y/N nearly complains but she thinks she might cry if he takes it away from her, no matter how painful it will be to not touch him. “Come sit here,” he pats as close to him as possible and she might as well sit on his lap but she doesn’t try it.
ㅤㅤFor a moment he sits up, gentle hand stroking over her wrist, “Are you okay with this?” Harry’s voice softens.
ㅤㅤ“Yes, please let me see, Harry.” Y/N whines, shuffling even closer as her knees bump into his hip. He smiles at her desperation, the way he’s dismantled her filter, but he demands her focus for a little longer.
ㅤㅤ“Can you think of a safeword for me, Bambi? It’s important you have one.” Her eyebrows raise ever so slightly, with emotion as opposed to surprise. It catches her off guard and she listens to him without hesitation, making an effort to really think as hard as she can about anything other than him.
ㅤㅤIt doesn’t take very long, a small smile gracing her lips when she lands on a word. “Willow,” she whispers, a little embarrassed at the sentimentality of it.
ㅤㅤHarry can’t help but brush his thumb across her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear, “You’re so cute.” Y/N suppresses a squirm. “Willow it is. You promise you’ll use it if you need to?”
ㅤㅤ“I promise, Harry,” she holds his stare, wishing she could dive into his eyes—green or black. He knows he’s looking at her the exact same way.
ㅤㅤHow could he not? When she’s practically glowing.
ㅤㅤAnother kiss was inevitable but he was hoping it wouldn’t happen so soon, not when he is already in real danger of forcing her to stay. But her eyes flutter first and drop down to his plushy mouth, and that’s all the persuasion Harry needs to lie back down and tug Y/N by his hand in her hair to hover over him.
ㅤㅤThat was his intention, however she’s pulled off balance and lets out a squeak as she less than gracefully throws her hands out to catch herself. Harry is thoroughly entertained by her panic, dragging her up higher so their faces are level as he had envisaged.
ㅤㅤThe way her knees are folded underneath her makes the movement uncomfortable so with a bashful glance, Y/N brings a leg over the other side of him and slowly sits herself where she belongs. Harry inhales as her panty clad centre rests over where he is hot, and hard, and heavy, and in a desperate motion, he surges forward to connect their lips—eliciting a soft noise from Y/N.
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It’s better than the lake; so much more intense. And whilst neither of them know that with each kiss the binding around their souls is wrapping tighter and tighter, they can feel the difference—practically losing cohesion at the sensation. Harry splits open Y/N’s mouth with his tongue, kitten licking her lips before tasting her. She liquifies into him, body now lax and pliable on top of his own as her hands fist the sheets. His hand in her hair is fueling her descent into submission—not that she isn’t already there but the slight tightness is making her head spin with nothing but Harry and the way he encompasses all of her senses. All she can smell is him, all she can taste is him, all she can hear is him. Their heavy breathes are warm against each other’s skin as their kisses grow sloppier, more desperate.
ㅤㅤBut when Y/N loses herself completely in Harry and grinds down, mouth detaching from him with a whimper, she suddenly finds herself with her back pressed against the mattress and a large body looming over, blocking all sight.
ㅤㅤ“What do you think you’re doing, Bambi?” Harry drawls, sponging wet kisses across Y/N’s cheek and down her neck as she leans her head back in pleasure. “Didn’t say you get to feel good too, did I? Otherwise I might as well just fuck your pretty cunt.” The words zip down her spine and spread out in her belly, causing a gasp and a moan to leave her lips and hesitant hands to slide into his soft hair.
ㅤㅤ“Harry,” she breathes, “please,” scratching his scalp as enticingly as she can.
ㅤㅤBut he pulls away from where he has nibbled a sweet mark over her pulse point, licking over his bite and then sitting back on his knees straddling Y/N’s hips—pinning her down.
ㅤㅤ“No.” He smiles, boxers emphasising his already significant bulge as he slowly spreads his large palms over Y/N’s tummy, eye contact unbearable as they slip underneath her shirt and expose the skin Harry is so desperate to bite, and suck, and kiss.
ㅤㅤHe pushes the material right up to the swell of her breasts, “Can I?” Y/N nods enthusiastically and Harry doesn’t hesitate to reveal them, her sensitive nipples catching on the shirt as he tightly pulls it up and over, letting it rest just under her chin. She feels herself clench at the way his eyes darken, black threatening to spill over but he reigns it in, watches the way her chest heaves and relishes in her clear embarrassment when he catches her eye again.
ㅤㅤ“So pretty, Y/N, you’re s’pretty,” Harry breathes and she waits for the feeling of his hands or mouth on her tits but it never comes—he only smiles, eyes half-lidded as she squirms and fidgets under his gaze. Y/N thinks he is so cruel; she could never deny him of pleasure, even if she wished to, she’s sure. Her underwear is unbelievably slick and she's almost grateful that he’s sat atop her hips to avoid the humiliation he would be sure to dish out, despite how much her body is begging to be touched.
ㅤㅤHarry smooths his hands across her skin, starting at the side of her breasts but careful to avoid her nipples, gliding down to her ribs and then her waist and tummy. His thumbs stroke her in a way that makes her dizzy, so gentle and romantic—contradictory to everything else she can feel. And just as Y/N starts to think this is all he is going to do for the rest of time, a hand leaves her body and pushes his boxers down just enough to free his aching cock.
ㅤㅤThey moan in unison, despite Harry being the only one feeling good enough to do so, his drippy head threatening to paint Y/N’s skin as he gives himself a firm squeeze—eyes rolling back. She reaches for him, ignoring all things he has told her previously about only being able to watch, and Harry is so caught up in the way his entire body is thrumming, she nearly touches him. But he opens his eyes at the last second and grabs her wrists in his hands, pinning them either side of her head. His cock smears—heavy and warm—against her stomach and up to her sternum as he leans over and she can’t believe how close she is to crying—how overstimulated she feels without being touched at all.
ㅤㅤ“You keep them there,” he demands as he gives an involuntary rut against her. She’s sure if she tries to speak only gibberish will come out so she nods fervently, trying to ignore her stinging eyes. “If you’re good I might reconsider letting you come.” Y/N’s body vibrates with delight at the possibility, positive she will be the best she’s ever been. Surely that means he will, she thinks.
ㅤㅤ“I’ll be good,” she whimpers, and Harry thinks it will be impossible to deny her a thing when she looks like that—all fucked out and he’s hardly touched her. So with a crumbling resolve he lets go of her wrists, satisfied when she keeps them against the mattress, and sits back on his knees once more. The blood rushing to his cock is screaming at him to do something; the relieved whine from his lips as he finally wraps his palm around himself making Y/N’s head foggy.
ㅤㅤThe way he sits on her, keeping her firmly pressed down whilst his gigantic presence crowds her senses, makes her feel so little and powerless and that thought alone has her clenching her thighs together, sticky with arousal. Y/N is sure there is no iris left in her eyes, solely pupil as they round out, tilting her head back to get the perfect view of the demon on top of her. He could do anything, she thinks, breath shuddering slightly whilst Harry’s grip tightens on his cock and he speeds up his strokes.
ㅤㅤWith every pass of his hand he lets out a deep groan, hips rolling ever so slightly to aid in his pleasure. Dribbles of precome streak over his knuckles and Y/N realises her mouth is hanging open—body pleading him without a second thought. Harry’s own jaw is loose, skin flushed and eyebrows taut as his hair falls over his forehead. A single strand separates itself from the others in a curl and Y/N feels her underwear getting wetter. The irony, she thinks, that a demon looks as though he’s been carved by the Gods.
ㅤㅤ“You’re s’beautiful, Harry,” Y/N slurs, heartbeat pounding deafeningly in her ears, “S’beautiful and s’big.”
ㅤㅤHer words snap him out of the reverie he is in, a reluctant blush dusting his already roseate cheeks, refocusing his eyes on her writhing body that’s glistening with sweat. The sweet smell of her is driving him crazy.
ㅤㅤHe laughs at her open mouth, “You waiting for something, baby?” He’s extra saccharine with the way he addresses her in this dismantled state. She lets out a high-pitched uh-huh and sticks her tongue out a little and Harry thrusts forward into his fist unwittingly. “You wanna taste my big cock?” He mocks, jutting out his bottom lip when she nods. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?” Instead leaning over and grasping her jaw with his free hand and squeezing just enough to make her heart jump.
ㅤㅤShe sticks her tongue out further and Harry licks it, his own tongue dragging across and then curling up towards the roof of her mouth before he plants his lips just above her top one. He slides his thumb from around her jaw to her bottom lip, pushing and playing with it as a devious smile contorts his features.
ㅤㅤHe slips it inside her mouth, holding her tongue down before pursing his lips and letting a line of his spit fall into her mouth. It drips onto her tongue and to the back of her throat and Y/N’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling—a drawn out whine has Harry emitting a noise of his own especially as his other thumb drags over the tip of his weepy cock that’s making it harder and harder for him to think straight.
ㅤㅤ“Swallow,” he rumbles, vibrating through her chest as Y/N makes a grateful show of swallowing his saliva as soon as he removes his thumb from her tongue. She shows him that it’s all gone and he smiles again, torn between nearly coming or professing something drastic about how he’s in love with her. “Filthy girl,” he croons instead, chest warming at the way she mollifies at his words, fingers twitching still in their place beside her head.
ㅤㅤHarry leans away from her again, back straight as his hand speeds up, cock throbbing in his palm. He looks down at Y/N and pictures her with his come painting her face—his come, his spit, anything—and he needs more. Needs to soak his dick in her wetness, paint it up and down her folds and sink into her nice and slowly. But no, he can’t tonight. Can’t possibly let that happen; he’d never let her go.
ㅤㅤHe decides if he can’t fuck her, he shouldn’t taste her either but she smells so divine—so rich and creamy and fuck he can already smell himself on her. Y/N’s pussy is so ready for his cock to stretch and fill her, come inside and scent her, that it’s already marking her as his. He can’t let her leave tomorrow. He can’t.
ㅤㅤ“Good—girl,” he grits out, his next actions planned out in his head before he can stop them as he lifts up off her hips just enough to grab her right leg from underneath him and wrap it around his waist before doing the same with her left. When he sits back on his haunches, the immediate weight of his cock thuds against her mound and Y/N is sure she could orgasm if he were to just do that a few more times. Harry can tell, as a smug smile upturns his mouth and his eyes narrow divinely.
ㅤㅤHer underwear is soaked through; dark patch competing for size with the dry fabric. Harry can’t help but thump his dick against her clit again, and again, reeling in her wanton noises—completely and utterly void of any self-consciousness now that Harry has dismantled her resolve. Y/N’s hands are clenched into fists and she is bucking and twitching underneath him, moans catching in her throat.
ㅤㅤ“Harry if you— g’na come if you don’t stop,” she whimpers, words garbled.
ㅤㅤ“Shit, s’that all it takes? Slapped your clit a few times with m’cock and you’re already there?” Harry taunts, pretending like her responsiveness isn’t enough to drive him over the edge. “How am I supposed to say no to you?” He whispers, almost as though it wasn’t meant to be said out loud.
ㅤㅤ“Yes,” she breathes, in response to his teasing, eyes welling, “If y’don’t want me to—”
ㅤㅤ“I want y’to,” he asserts, giving another heavy thump and watching as his precome smears onto her underwear. He gives into his desire and spreads it around with the head, purposely nudging Y/N’s clit and having to squeeze the base of his cock when fat tears start to drip down her temples and onto the sheets. “It’s okay, s’okay,” Harry coos and pulls her panties to the side, revealing her puffy clit and drippy hole. He doesn’t even have the care to be embarrassed at how quickly he caved.
ㅤㅤHe holds himself, leaning over Y/N’s body to sponge a sweet kiss to the corner of her sad mouth. “You’re g’na come for me, yeah? As soon as I start to rub myself on your sweet cunt, aren’t you, Bambi?” Their mouths are both slack as they breathe into each other.
ㅤㅤY/N cries, “Yes! Yes, yes—” she cuts herself off with another mewl as Harry drops his hips down to rut against her, fingers pushing his length down onto her tightly. Y/N’s thighs squeeze his waist with strength she doesn’t realise she has as the fat head of Harry’s cock nudges against her clit in strong thrusts. And she already feels like she’s orgasmed at least three times with the way her body is vibrating and how the centre of her thighs is pulsing and throbbing.
ㅤㅤBut feeling his weight on her as she watches his blissful expression and the way his eyes dart from her face, to her tits, to where they’re slicking against one another has her tipping over the edge of an orgasm that Harry has been able to build up with little to no physical touch, causing another wave of tears to squeeze out of her eyes as Y/N bucks and thrashes with noise caught in her throat—just wide eyes trying to stay open to see Harry’s own pleasure at causing hers. And once she does find her voice, all she can whimper is Thank you over and over.
ㅤㅤ“That’s it, fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he plants kiss upon kiss across her cheek, and her lips despite the way they hang open with the inability to pucker back. The feeling of her clenching around nothing pulsates against his cock as he grinds her clit through it, revelling in the wetness that seeps around him and drips down to his boxers that he never rid himself of. He’s been holding back for too long; trying not to come since he saw her pretty tits, and watching Y/N orgasm from nearly no stimulation has him speeding up his thrusts, fuelled by her overstimulated whimpers and whines as her brows furrow and her mouth hangs open.
ㅤㅤAnd somewhere in the depths of his mind he’s cursing himself for touching her like this, for succumbing to the very thing he knows will make his feelings for her harder to cope with but how can he possibly care right now? As he stares down at her, wrapping his fist back around himself when Y/N pushes a hand to his abdomen (lifting it off of the mattress but he doesn’t care to reprimand her) in a plea of overstimulation and he senses himself melt into her eyes that so clearly show exactly how she is feeling—like he’s made the entire world just for her.
ㅤㅤShe grabs for his hand that isn’t around his cock, interlocking their fingers with a bashfulness he’s so enraptured with, and Harry pushes their hands back down next to her head, enveloping her much smaller one and holding on tight—he’ll never let go of her; he’s sure he could live with only one hand.
ㅤㅤ“Want your come, please,” Y/N whispers, some of that familiar shyness creeping in now that she’s orgasmed.
ㅤㅤHarry’s stomach lurches and he smiles woozily, “Yeah? Wasn’t supposed to let you have it, was I? You were only supposed to watch,” he drops his forehead to hers. “See what you’re doing to me?” She tightens her legs around him, tilting her chin to smear a kiss to his cheekbone. He lets out a breathy laugh.
ㅤㅤ“Please?”
ㅤㅤ“Fuck, you’re irresistible,” Harry groans, shucking off her legs to climb up her body and into the position he’d so erotically described from his dream (but not before tapping his tip against each of her nipples and eliciting wet gasps from her). Knees beside her head, cock heavy in front of her face. Y/N drops her mouth open with no hesitation, tongue searching to touch him. Harry’s sure he’ll come as soon as she wraps her lips around him and he thinks it a shame he can’t keep her underneath him like this forever.
ㅤㅤHe thuds himself against her tongue, holding himself firmly at the base to avoid coming right there and then, before smearing his head around her lips. She whines, trying to follow him and get him in her mouth. “Not g’na last long, you g’na swallow it all f’me?” He drawls, smiling at her over enthusiastic nods before he feeds himself in between her lips.
ㅤㅤHe’s big, as she’s noticed, but it seems as though he doubles in size when trying to fit inside her mouth. He only gets about halfway in before she’s gagging, and Harry isn’t one to force her to do that, drawing back slightly to let her breathe. Y/N is eager though, squeezing his hand in a desperate effort to have him go deeper, and the noises that escape him have her thighs clamping together.
ㅤㅤHarry is all groans and whimpers, fighting between rolling his head back and watching Y/N intently as she tries so hard to take him. “You’re so good, Bambi. G’na come already,” he dips his head down, chin touching his chest, eyes begging to close but he forces them to stay on Y/N. They’ve been dipping in and out of their demonic appearance and, if he were in any saner state he might feel a little worried about making Y/N uncomfortable but, if anything she becomes even more responsive when she notices his control slip like that. She’s determined to devour all of him as her lips stretch around the thickness of his cock, eyebrows quirking in excitement when she gets him further in without gagging.
ㅤㅤHarry’s stomach grows taut, spewing all sorts of praise and sweet filth from his mouth in between the lecherous sounds that spill as Y/N sucks, and licks, and consumes him. He fears he might crush her poor fingers with the pressure he’s applying.
ㅤㅤ“Yes,” Harry sighs, “Be good for me, be good, be good—” he groans, nearly bending over at the waist entirely but fisting the sheets above Y/N’s head before he loses balance. Hot spurts of come paint the back of her throat and she squeals slightly in surprise, somehow managing to not choke on the copious amounts of his release that fills her mouth. His eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is slack and Y/N watches in awe as she holds him in her mouth, sure she could orgasm again just from the look of him right now. She’d view him at an art exhibit if she could, pay to ogle for hours in wonder; idolise the sharpness of his jaw and the fullness of his pink lips. The line of his nose and the green of his eyes. How his hair falls in perfect curls across his forehead and his eyebrows pinch together to showcase the depths of his pleasure.
ㅤㅤHow lucky she is just to witness someone this beautiful.
ㅤㅤOnce he starts to come back down and pull slowly out of her mouth, Y/N makes a point of showing him his release. He smiles blissfully, tired eyes ready to shut. She swallows it all, her own face showing immense satisfaction that she was able to make him feel so good. He tucks himself back into his boxers and leans down, pressing a kiss to her brow.
ㅤㅤ“Good girl,” he hums and she smiles, her eyelids also growing heavy.
ㅤㅤ
Harry lets her Y/N close her eyes, pulling her shirt down before getting up and fetching a cloth from the bathroom. He wets it with warm water as an attempt to keep Y/N as relaxed as possible—his suspicion that she may have fallen asleep proving to be near true when he walks back in to see her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. She jolts when Harry peels her sodden underwear down her legs and wipes gently between her thighs. He shushes her softly and then grabs a fresh pair of his boxers for her to slip on; or for him to slip onto her.
ㅤㅤY/N tries to watch him with half-lidded eyes but they soon reclose, thinking she should probably be embarrassed but failing to muster up the energy to care. Her hands are still lying limply next to her head, like her body is made of lead and moving just isn’t in the equation. Harry strokes her wrists before heaving her up (hardly an effort) and coaxing her under the covers.
ㅤㅤRationality tries to claw its way up but Y/N splatters it, acknowledges somewhere in her mind that she’ll deal with the morning in the morning—it’s okay to indulge a little. At least that’s what she thinks with her drowsy brain, body still thrumming with happiness and satisfaction. She near forgets the reason for her circumstances, letting the fantasy of Harry having taken her away for a cottage holiday whisk her sleepy head away as she nestles her nose into his pillow and inhales deeply.
ㅤㅤHarry watches her slowly drift off to sleep as he cleans up, the contentedness he had felt now turning into worry as he starts to think about her going home.
ㅤㅤHow is he supposed to go about his days not knowing if his gut wrenching anxiety is being caused by her bumping her head or being violently attacked? And as he takes his place next to Y/N, staring up at the ceiling whilst she lies on her side—face still smushed into his pillow—Harry can’t help but feel sad for her. For being stuck with him. She deserves a secure, predictable human, not whatever he was. A demon, he reminds himself.
ㅤㅤAnd although it’s now Harry who can’t sleep, he still feels his heart soften at the sight of Y/N so peaceful beside him—cannot ignore how right it feels no matter how much it shouldn’t.
no matter where you stand on ksi's behaviour in the recent sidemen sunday video, or your stance on him as a whole, here's a friendly reminder;
slurs, racism or discrimination of any kind will NOT be tolerated on this blog.
in light of a lot of ignorance i've seen online about the slur jj used recently, please take this time to listen to south asian voices, listen to their experiences and understand why the word is so harmful.
some helpful links;
Experience of British Asians
Not Banter
Untold History
please don't be ignorant about slurs, and hold people accountable.
If reqs are still open, could you do w2s harry x golden retriever!Reader? Like she’s just always happy and overjoyed? I’m curious to see their dynamic
WROETOSHAW X GOLDEN RETRIEVER!READER HEADCANONS
a/n: i am in love with whoever sent this anon. i love people w golden retriever energy they're my favs so this is my fav y/n concept ever ever. also quickly learnt i have no idea how to spell retriever it's so hard for no reason. love u all!! more writing coming soon <3
firstly, this man is cuddly. i don't care who you ask, he's a real life teddy bear and i'm not accepting any arguments
so when it comes to you, and your very apparent love language of touch, this sweet man cannot stop his arms from opening to you.
2am, 6am, 11pm, no matter when, and no matter the reason, he can't deny how persuasive your giddy grin can be, and the puppy dog eyes, of course
you're his biggest supporter by a mile
he makes some toast?? round of applause for this man
you're so proud of him no matter what
and you make it so obvious, which he appreciates beyond words
you both come as a package
wherever he goes, you go – happily, with a smile on your face
to summarise the dynamic, it's a lot of heart eyes
the first time you both went public with the relationship, on a Sidemen Sunday of all places, the comments consisted of basically a lot of;
'oh my god the way they look at him is so cute'
'i can't get over the way they look at him'
'Y/N IS ADORABLE I CAN'T'
harry is a big gift giver
sometimes it's hard for him to convey his emotions with words, he can struggle with affection from time to time
but when things get hard and he can't tell you how much he loves you, you'll come home to a beautiful necklace, or tickets to a concert from favourite artist, or a romantic getaway somewhere expensive
you hop excitedly into his room to thank him
he's sitting at his desk, nervous, hoping his gift is telling you what he can't
him seeing your bright, loving smile and the buzz in your eyes makes his whole body relax and he finally finds the words
“i love you so much, y/n”
you jump to him, face buried in his neck, and he can't deny that the feeling of your embrace makes his heart sore out of his chest
one morning, after a long day the day before
you’re laying in his bed, barely conscious, your eyes still misty from sleep
immediately, you feel harry’s arms pull gently at your waist, bringing you towards him
his lips are on your cheek, hands touching your skin softly
he can feel your smile without even opening his eyes
“you know you reach for me in your sleep” he whispers, his voice is still haunted by sleep
“because i love you, and you’re always warm”
“you’re like a golden retriever, you know”
he feels you smile wider
the only downside of this dynamic, is when arguments arise
conflict is always natural in a relationship, and you do understand that
but you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your admiration for your boyfriend is so strong that when it gets rough, and maybe communication gets skewed, you find it incredibly hard
if he needs space, you find it difficult to keep your mind from him
you give him whatever he needs to get his head straight, and he does the same, but it rattles you a little, not being with him when you need to the most
but when he calls you one night, with his tone warm as honey, asking how you are, that he's missed you and he's ready to talk things through, your heart fills with happiness and relief
overall, it's the sweetest dynamic, and harry adores it
you're a bundle of joy with a heart of gold, and the love you have for this man, you're never secretive about it
summary: you smoke the boys on a game of among us. [1.9k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: small request on this fine sunday! i love the thought of smoking the boys on a game whilst completely winging it! sos it’s late anon (like all my requests 🥲 my bad, they’re on their way) but i hope you enjoy! & don’t forget to reblog! <3
“OH MY GOD, I am feeling a little rusty with this.”
“Well you know what, Y/n? I promise you you’ll not be the worst player.” Tobi’s reassuring words comforted you as the group went silent at the dig he’d just thrown. “As long as you don’t murder someone in front of everyone.”
“. . . was that aimed at me?” Your boyfriend spoke up, causing everyone to laugh out loud, and you laughed from your bed, hearing him laugh himself from the other room.
Your laptop preoccupied your lap after Ethan had just introduced the video through his mic, “hello boys and girls! Yes! Today, we are back with another Among Us video but this time with a few more guests — we have Randy,” it cut to Randy holding up a greeting hand, “we have Lux. We have Mr Lazerbeam and we have—” you posed with your hands under your chin, flashing a smile at the camera Harry had attached to your laptop, “Y/N Wroetoshawww.”
“That’s the last name, is it?”
“Yeah, that’s going in the wedding vows,” Harry agreed, feeling like it rhymed off better than Y/n Lewis.
“I’m claiming Imposter,” Simon spoke it into existence.
“I haven’t got Imposter in a minute, bro,” Josh clicked his outfit different on the screen.
“Same.”
“Harry let’s kiss,” you joked as your little people hung out in the lobby, moving yours to face Harry’s character until he ran as far away from you as you embarrassed him in front of everyone.
“HA! I want to kiss,” JJ laughed at your moves, “Simon come give me a kiss. Josh! Come here!”
“Y/n I’ll fucking kill you,” your boyfriend warned through a laugh, hurrying away from you.
“Harry, if you seriously get imposter, I’m not making your dinner tonight,” you stretched as the boys loudly laughed over mic, “I’m being serious, you fucking kill me first again, you can get something yourself!” You laughed.
It was true, he had killed you first out of spite, and technically, you’d already got payback when you’d both been selected as Imposter — and you killed him before you could both be crowned winners.
Oh yeah. You were that bitch.
But lo and behold, your screen glowed red as the bold words IMPOSTER reflected on your screen, and you grinned as the chat went quiet.
“Well it’s not me.”
“It’s not me.”
“Y/n, is it you?” Harry squinted suspiciously because that was exactly what someone who it was would say.
“Honest! I bet you it’s you!” You accused, shifting in your seat, “I’ll run in and check.”
“Don’t!”
“Y/n do it!” Simon encouraged, running alongside Josh to hook up some wires.
To keep up your facade, you left your room and appeared on Harry's screen, taking him by surprise and making him laugh as you crept up behind him in his room. “Y/n! Get out! You’re — this is cheating!” It was funny ‘cause he actually wasn’t the imposter, which you could already see as you thumped up to his computer to confirm, leaning on his chair. “Y/N!”
“Did she go look?!” Vik laughed from his house, clicking and tapping his controls quickly.
“YES!”
You ran back to the room, in fear somebody would kill you in the time you were gone.
NOT.
You laughed in secret to your cam as you began your mission, thirsty for the first person you saw.
Not 20 seconds in did you manage to kill Callux, sending the boy into complete shock as he muted himself from the chat. “Slimey fucking bitch — are you kidding?!”
Nobody had suspected he’d died, and no one seemed to be around, so you set off, running in the complete opposite direction where you mingled among a group of players, doing your tasks.
Again, you’d caught someone on their own, Vik just having left the room, and struck your second kill, venting immediately after.
Dead body found.
“Lux dead in communications.”
“OH! Tobi’s dead too!”
“TOBI?!” You exclaimed.
“I was just with Tobi in MedBay—”
“I just saw Vik leave MedBay!” You turned it around on him as Ooo’s filled your earphones.
“It wasn’t me! I saw him—”
“Yeah, yeah, Vik. That’s what they all say,” Harry snickered as he made his vote. The boys laughed at the little ‘I Voted’ sticker appearing next to his player.
Nobody was voted out and suddenly you were adamant on who your next victim was:
“Vik, are you in electrical?”
“No, I’ve just left.”
“Y/n I can’t believe you killed me you bastard,” Lux privately chatted with you.
You cackled loudly, “believe it, bitch. Who should I kill next?”
“Kill JJ.”
You were up for the challenge, and went seeking for him after closing off a couple rooms. You found him in Security, watching CCTV.
“Come to watch some TV with me?”
“Yeah, feels like I’m watching Big Brother.” You stood there for a few more moments, “. . ok. Boring. Bye.” You left, and he laughed as you entered another room, and vented. And then you vented back to his room.
Where you killed him.
JJ’s scream pierced through everyone’s ears sets, making some flinch and jumped at the high pitch of it.
It was hilarious.
“Did you just get killed?!”
“ARE YOU DEAD?!”
“I’M FUCKIN’ DEAD BRO. YES.”
“AFTER I JUST LEFT YOU?!” You joined in with the surprise, making your way back to the body until the emergency meeting was called.
“YES. Y/N.” He confirmed, muting his mic for the remainder of the time now.
You laughed loudly. “That’s mad.”
“That’s sick!” Harry laughed, “whoever this murderer is, I applaud you. You are sneaky.”
“Yeah, fair game!” Ethan joined, “savage.”
You modelled for your camera, striking a pose with a pout and chin on your fingers.
“Mate, who is it though? ‘Cause we actually don’t know and we’re three people down.” Minter laughed into his mic as he looked over the list.
“Josh’s been quiet,” Randy noted.
“EH?!” The senior took offense.
You sipped on your spoon of soup as the accusing game began.
“IT’S BEHZ!”
“WELL NOW I THINK IT'S RANDY, SO,” Josh made his vote.
“Fuck it, I vote Randy as well,” Harry teeheed clicking his button.
“FUCK YOU ALL! It’s Vik and you’ll regret this!”
“Fuck off, Randy!”
Ahhhhh. The sweet success.
Randy was voted out and rage-quit before the game resumed. You killed Lazerbeam in Reactor, and vented your way to Cafeteria when the meeting was called. You were moving fast. There were 6 of you left. “Right, I have my suspicions.”
“I still think it’s Vik. I’m actually scared now.”
“Y/N SHUT UP!” He laughed, fighting for his life that he was no the imposter here.
“Y/n where were you?” Zerkaa asked, and you replied honestly.
“Cafeteria.”
“D’you vent your way there?”
“Ooo,” Harry and Ethan harmonized, while Simon listened anticipatedly.
“Yeah, I vented from Reactor all the way to the Cafeteria.”
The boys laughed at your bluntness, including Josh who didn’t know how to add to it. “Fuck it Josh! For that reason I’m voting you! Tryna pin the blame on me!”
The boys laughed as the meeting ended and no one was evicted.
You chased after Josh and stabbed that bitch.
“. . are you fucking joking?” He turned to his camera after muting his mic.
“Simon it has to be you. Vik sounds adamant.” Ethan stated.
“I think it’s Y/n!” Simon accused, “Harry, you go check her laptop!” He dared, laughing at the chaos it would start.
“It’s not! I'm eating my tomato soup! I been hiding!” You defended.
“Is that what that slurping is?!”
“Yes!”
“Oi it better be,” Ethan devilishly chuckled as you pulled a face on cam.
“Well what else would it be?” You snapped.
“Mate, that’s all I hear in my ear at night, fucking — her and her cup of tea!” The boys burst out into laughter at Harry’s rant. “I’m serious! I’m serious! Honestly! She brings about 20 different drinks to bed, acts like she’s ran a marathon in her sleep! Chugging it down in my ear in the middle of the night, fuckin’—”
You were breathless from laughter yourself, setting your bowl down before you spilled it, you knew how much Harry found it annoying.
“Thirsty girl in the night.” Behz sniggered.
“Fucking right, literally necking a litre of water in her sleep!”
You were literally trying to stop your food from spilling from your mouth, you were laugh so much, and so were the boys - knowing the struggle and the same peeve when their Mrs did it in bed.
After a minute of faking your tasks, you found the little cyan player in Storage and cutely dandered up to him.
“Harry, can we kiss again?”
“No.”
You killed him.
You made your way back to Josh’s body to report him.
“I’m fucking breaking up with her.” Harry said after a minute’s silence of his mouth hanging open. You jumped at the loud sound of him coming into your room to see if it was true.
That you were the imposter.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He said in disbelief, sitting down next to you. You bit your thumb to conceal your laughter and reported the corpse on the ground. “Josh in . . I don’t know. OH MY GOD!”
“HARRY’S DEAD TOO?!”
“What the hell?!” Simon exclaimed. “Aight Vikkstar. I hate to do this.”
“SIMON DON'T YOU DARE!”
“Do it Minter!” Behz encouraged, clicking his vote. You followed their lead.
Vik was shot out of the ship.
And nothing happened. The game continued.
“Stay the hell away from me,” you ran in the opposite direction of them to divert the three of you. Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now, hearing. The effortless lies slipping from your mouth. Scary.
And with only four tasks left to do before you lost, you hunted down Minter and planned your attack, the ship less crowded from before. “What task you doin’, Minter?”
“Can't scan this card.”
“Oh my God, I haven’t done that one either,” you lied off your tongue, spending a second to pretend to do it while he grew nervous next to you.
And then when he ran away, you sprung onto him.
Boom. Dead. Another one.
“Ethan, d’you want to team up? I don’t trust that geezer,” you looked for him as he remained clueless to the kill.
“Mmm. Yeah alright. He’s gone too quiet . . .” he tried to find you.
“I know! Adds to my point!” You met him in the middle and all the boys couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched the scene unfold.
“BEHZ! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!” Harry screamed into your mic, and as a ‘eh?’ left your friend’s mouth, your little lemon character, with a pretty pink flower on her head, pulled out a gun and shot him.
And you won.
“ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL?!”
“ISN'T SHE DANGEROUS?!”
“SEE! I TOLD YOU LOT! I FUCKING TOLD YOU LOT!”
“BRO, I WAS NEVER GUESSING THAT!”
“Y/n you’re—” Josh kicked you from the game. “No.”
“Harry how does it feel knowing you sleep beside a serial killer at night?” Lux spoke into his mic.
“Y/n you’re actually built different, bro,” JJ groaned, stretching his muscles after such an intense game.
“You’re all pathetic.”
“Aye bro I'm never playing with her again.” Simon exited the lobby.
“I’m done for the day. I need to go rethink some life choices.”
“Me too, man.”
“Harry, you are with a dangerous liar right there. Watch out man.”
“Oh shut up. Take the L and move on,” you grinned to your camera, celebrating your victory.
If reqs are still open, could you do w2s harry x golden retriever!Reader? Like she’s just always happy and overjoyed? I’m curious to see their dynamic
WROETOSHAW X GOLDEN RETRIEVER!READER HEADCANONS
a/n: i am in love with whoever sent this anon. i love people w golden retriever energy they're my favs so this is my fav y/n concept ever ever. also quickly learnt i have no idea how to spell retriever it's so hard for no reason. love u all!! more writing coming soon <3
firstly, this man is cuddly. i don't care who you ask, he's a real life teddy bear and i'm not accepting any arguments
so when it comes to you, and your very apparent love language of touch, this sweet man cannot stop his arms from opening to you.
2am, 6am, 11pm, no matter when, and no matter the reason, he can't deny how persuasive your giddy grin can be, and the puppy dog eyes, of course
you're his biggest supporter by a mile
he makes some toast?? round of applause for this man
you're so proud of him no matter what
and you make it so obvious, which he appreciates beyond words
you both come as a package
wherever he goes, you go – happily, with a smile on your face
to summarise the dynamic, it's a lot of heart eyes
the first time you both went public with the relationship, on a Sidemen Sunday of all places, the comments consisted of basically a lot of;
'oh my god the way they look at him is so cute'
'i can't get over the way they look at him'
'Y/N IS ADORABLE I CAN'T'
harry is a big gift giver
sometimes it's hard for him to convey his emotions with words, he can struggle with affection from time to time
but when things get hard and he can't tell you how much he loves you, you'll come home to a beautiful necklace, or tickets to a concert from favourite artist, or a romantic getaway somewhere expensive
you hop excitedly into his room to thank him
he's sitting at his desk, nervous, hoping his gift is telling you what he can't
him seeing your bright, loving smile and the buzz in your eyes makes his whole body relax and he finally finds the words
“i love you so much, y/n”
you jump to him, face buried in his neck, and he can't deny that the feeling of your embrace makes his heart sore out of his chest
one morning, after a long day the day before
you’re laying in his bed, barely conscious, your eyes still misty from sleep
immediately, you feel harry’s arms pull gently at your waist, bringing you towards him
his lips are on your cheek, hands touching your skin softly
he can feel your smile without even opening his eyes
“you know you reach for me in your sleep” he whispers, his voice is still haunted by sleep
“because i love you, and you’re always warm”
“you’re like a golden retriever, you know”
he feels you smile wider
the only downside of this dynamic, is when arguments arise
conflict is always natural in a relationship, and you do understand that
but you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your admiration for your boyfriend is so strong that when it gets rough, and maybe communication gets skewed, you find it incredibly hard
if he needs space, you find it difficult to keep your mind from him
you give him whatever he needs to get his head straight, and he does the same, but it rattles you a little, not being with him when you need to the most
but when he calls you one night, with his tone warm as honey, asking how you are, that he's missed you and he's ready to talk things through, your heart fills with happiness and relief
overall, it's the sweetest dynamic, and harry adores it
you're a bundle of joy with a heart of gold, and the love you have for this man, you're never secretive about it
If reqs are still open, could you do w2s harry x golden retriever!Reader? Like she’s just always happy and overjoyed? I’m curious to see their dynamic
WROETOSHAW X GOLDEN RETRIEVER!READER HEADCANONS
a/n: i am in love with whoever sent this anon. i love people w golden retriever energy they're my favs so this is my fav y/n concept ever ever. also quickly learnt i have no idea how to spell retriever it's so hard for no reason. love u all!! more writing coming soon x
firstly, this man is cuddly. i don't care who you ask, he's a real life teddy bear and i'm not accepting any arguments
so when it comes to you, and your very apparent love language of touch, this sweet man cannot stop his arms from opening to you.
2am, 6am, 11pm, no matter when, and no matter the reason, he can't deny how persuasive your giddy grin can be, and the puppy dog eyes, of course
you're his biggest supporter by a mile
he makes some toast?? round of applause for this man
you're so proud of him no matter what
and you make it so obvious, which he appreciates beyond words
you both come as a package
wherever he goes, you go – happily, with a smile on your face
to summarise the dynamic, it's a lot of heart eyes
the first time you both went public with the relationship, on a Sidemen Sunday of all places, the comments consisted of basically a lot of;
'oh my god the way they look at him is so cute'
'i can't get over the way they look at him'
'Y/N IS ADORABLE I CAN'T'
harry is a big gift giver
sometimes it's hard for him to convey his emotions with words, he can struggle with affection from time to time
but when things get hard and he can't tell you how much he loves you, you'll come home to a beautiful necklace, or tickets to a concert from favourite artist, or a romantic getaway somewhere expensive
you hop excitedly into his room to thank him
he's sitting at his desk, nervous, hoping his gift is telling you what he can't
him seeing your bright, loving smile and the buzz in your eyes makes his whole body relax and he finally finds the words
“i love you so much, y/n”
you jump to him, face buried in his neck, and he can't deny that the feeling of your embrace makes his heart sore out of his chest
one morning, after a long day the day before
you’re laying in his bed, barely conscious, your eyes still misty from sleep
immediately, you feel harry’s arms pull gently at your waist, bringing you towards him
his lips are on your cheek, hands touching your skin softly
he can feel your smile without even opening his eyes
“you know you reach for me in your sleep” he whispers, his voice is still haunted by sleep
“because i love you, and you’re always warm”
“you’re like a golden retriever, you know”
he feels you smile wider
the only downside of this dynamic, is when arguments arise
conflict is always natural in a relationship, and you do understand that
but you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your admiration for your boyfriend is so strong that when it gets rough, and maybe communication gets skewed, you find it incredibly hard
if he needs space, you find it difficult to keep your mind from him
you give him whatever he needs to get his head straight, and he does the same, but it rattles you a little, not being with him when you need to the most
but when he calls you one night, with his tone warm as honey, asking how you are, that he's missed you and he's ready to talk things through, your heart fills with happiness and relief
overall, it's the sweetest dynamic, and harry adores it
you're a bundle of joy with a heart of gold, and the love you have for this man, you're never secretive about it
Summary: harry takes y/n somewhere safe and starts to look for answers. | angst , smut! , demon!harry
A/N: they finally do something guys! :D
Words: 11.1K (!!)
Part Two | Part Four
“You can’t go home.”
The words hit Y/N like ice – sharp, biting, painful ice that cuts into her skin and makes her cheeks sting. She looks at Harry, mouth agape but no sound comes out.
“What do you– What do you mean I can’t go home?”
Waking up only a couple of hours earlier had never felt so peaceful for Y/N before. That perfect Sunday feeling but amplified. It had taken her a moment to understand why and then she’s registering the weight around her waist and heat against her back. During the night she had manoeuvred onto her side facing away from Harry and he’d slung his arm around her, holding her tightly to his chest. She hates to admit that she feels safe with his warm air brushing against the back of her head. It feels silly to ponder but Y/N’s surprised he sleeps at all – being a demon and all. Come to think of it, she really knows nothing about their needs or habits and it makes her want to dig at his brain. But how could she bring that up casually?
With a small sigh she leans back into him as subtly as she can, feeling his solid body with a contentment that had been repressed since they had met. Y/N realises it’s been so long since she’d been held, never mind cuddled, and it’s so nice she wishes she could just close her eyes and float away. Even when Harry’s breathing changes and she reckons he’s most likely awake and wondering how they ended up in this position.
Hi :) how are you!? ❤️❤️❤️ sending love and positivity <3
hi!!!!!
i’m doing well! i spent 7hours on powerwashing simulator last night because i’m ill and got bad cramps </3
i’ve been working on a multipart w2s fic so i’m really hyped at the minute to get that all planned out and written up :D genuinely so excited to start posting it, hoping people will like it as much as i do hehe.
sending love your way as well! hope ur keeping yourself well :)
can’t believe ur 18 ??? ur writing is insane. ur so talented
AGHHHGHH <3 <3 <3
this is so sweet, thank you so much!! i started writing when i was a kid and i was a proper little book nerd (still am, nothings changed). writing is just a little happy place, you know?
although fun (slightly traumatising) fact, i used to write sidemen fanfiction when i was like 12 LMAO, had a couple books on wattpad at the time.
thankfully, times have changed and my writing style is like crazy different (i cant reiterate how awful they were haha, some are deleted completely but i have like some archived).
but yeah, thank you so so so so much! means the absolute world <3
request: none! however it does kind of link to a few :p
words: 1538
warnings: little bit embarrassing i can't lie. implied smut, allusions to sex, but generally just a lot of second hand embarrassment.
tl;dr: harry and y/n have been seeing each other for a while, but the secret's out when harry accidentally exposes some very intimate truths
“Come on, Harry,” Simon laughed, glee written all over his features. He holds onto JJ for support, who chuckled beside him.
“Boys, this is awful!” Harry‘s cheeks were burning, laughing along in front of the camera, which was setup haphazardly on the astro-turf football pitch.
“You said you would do it!” Ethan yelled playfully, holding his friend to his word, “At least give us odds.”
“Fine. Odds of 1-10,” Harry sighed.
It was just a stupid forfeit. He’d accidentally hit the goalpost and due to the rules of the Sidemen Sunday, he would have to do the next 3 penalties with his shirt off. It was the middle of January, so the bite of cold was nipping at his neck already, intruding through his layers of clothing.
“Bet,” Ethan giggled from behind the camera.
“Alright, boys,” Simon called, “3…2…1…”
“Six.”
“Six.”
“Fuck!” Harry cursed, a pit of nervousness pooling in his stomach.
The boisterous whoops and laughs from his friends helped to spur him on a little, but he had never been very confident in front of the camera, let alone topless in the middle of winter, outside the safety confines of his flat. A little part of him was beyond thankful that you were here, tucked behind the camera to help with filming. None of the boys knew, but Harry and yourself had been seeing each other in secret.
It started with just hanging out after filming every so often, grabbing lunch or rides home, just enjoying getting to know each other as a little more than acquaintances. This, however, turned quickly into a couple dates, which fell into long nights and messy mornings, legs tangled in his bed and hands reaching to wherever they could. Not that either of you were ashamed of the other, but there was a certain thrill of keeping it all under the covers that neither were fast to get rid of.
“Come on, Bog,” Ethan hollered. This triggered a wave of ceremonious chants, something along the lines of ‘get your tits out’ from his friends.
Sighing in defeat, Harry shook his jacket off hastily, presuming that if he just gets it over and done with, it’ll be less mortifying. Cheers continued until he was down to his last layer, only himself noting the memory of you wearing this exact t-shirt in his flat the night before, he tried not to think of the fact it still smelt like you.
As his lifted the shirt above his head, the blush dusted upon his freckled shoulders very visible, silence fell on the group. Now, it really wasn’t often that this hyper group of men were dead silent, but after seeing the litter of hickeys cascading down Harry’s chest, sensual scratches marking the skin of his back – a pin could drop and it would sound like something nuclear.
Behind the camera, you blushed deeply, pulling the hem of your hoodie to your nose to hide it. Your eyes followed the lines of the scratches on his back, the memories of the night before still more than fresh in your mind. Averting your gaze to the floor, you could feel your cheeks on fire. Luckily, your friends were all too distracted to notice.
“What?” Harry was immediately self-conscious at the unexpected reaction, pulling his shirt to his chest to cover himself. It was only when he caught a glimpse of something crimson, that it clicked.
“Oh fuck!”
Ethan was the first to laugh, a cackle that broke the shocked tension, the dam of silence bursting open as all of his friends jump to embarrass him.
It was a perfect overreaction, realistically it was only a couple hickeys and such, but as Harry had been historically private about his love life to his friends, this was an ideal opportunity to grill the youngest Sideman.
“Are you dating a vampire or something?” Josh joked first, earning a robust reaction from the group. Followed by waves of playful digs at the already embarrassed blonde boy, who was sheepishly pulling his shirt back over his chest.
“Who knew Harry was getting laid so much?” JJ was flabbergasted, playing up to the camera for a reaction.
“Seems like a very satisfied customer,” Simon chuckled, ruffling Harry’s hair – much to his discomfort, he pouted like a kid.
“Ask her yourself, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Josh chuckled.
He had only meant it as a joke. He had no idea of your relationship, only meaning to embarrass the boy further, as he knew Harry found you attractive.
However, when the pair of you froze like deer in headlights, your throat dry as you try and stutter a whimsical response, panicked eyes darting to each other for support, Josh’s eyes blew wide like dinner plates.
“Oh fuck, was it actually you?” All eyes were on you now, your heart pulsating loudly in your chest, waves of embarrassment hitting you. There was a reason you stayed behind the camera, the pressure of attention being directly on you made you crumble.
Harry knew that, so he spoke loudly to drag eyes back to him, now fully-clothed, “Yeah, uh, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”
“I knew it!” Tobi called, turning to Simon with a victorious grin on his face.
“Fuck!” Simon cursed, “I said it was bullshit.”
“How did you know?” Harry asked Tobi, blush still tainting his cheeks.
“Harry, you practically can’t keep your eyes off her when you think no one’s watching,” this made you flustered, avoiding Harry’s dazed eyes.
“Fuck sake,” JJ interrupted, everyone turning to him as he fiddled with the camera, “Does that mean we can’t use any of this footage now?”
Chuckles rose from the group, but ultimately it was down to you and Harry to make that decision. His gaze found you, blue eyes laced with affection and a tiny bit of an apology for the embarrassment. Now that the cat was out the bag, he couldn’t care who knew. Of course, there was a terrifying reality of the fans reaction, but you’d been shipped so many times it seemed redundant by now.
“No, it’s okay, I don’t mind,” You smiled nervously, Harry looking at the football on the ground to hide his boyish grin, kicking it around a little at his feet.
Before everyone hopped back into recording the Sidemen Sunday, returning to their football forfeits, he made his way to you, whilst his friends were distracted retrieving the footballs that were kicked haphazardly across the pitch.
“You okay?” He asked softly, his cold hand ghosting over yours. The pair of you were used to keeping things out of the public eye, subtle glances, fleeting touches, whispers shared whilst no one was looking.
“I’m nervous,” You replied gently, feeling tense under his watchful eye.
“Don’t be,” His head dropped to kiss your cheek carefully, letting his lips linger on your icy skin, a safe way to reassure you that he was there.
It was only small; a gentle expression scratching the surface of his affectionate ways, but your heart skittered at the feeling of his hand playing with yours and his warm lips pressing against you. The strong scent of his cologne hit you at the closeness, the heat radiating from him in the bitter January air. You were still riding the coat tails of a silly schoolgirl crush as he pulled away, the exhilaration of being able to touch him outside the privacy of closed doors spurring you on.
Reaching up, you touched his cheek savouringly, leaning up onto your tip-toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. His hand slipped under your jacket and onto your clothed waist, pulling you towards him only lightly, smiling into the kiss once he felt the corners of your lips curl. Pulling apart, he hid his flustered blush by placing a kiss to your hairline.
“Do you want to get dinner after this?” You enquired hopefully, playing with the strings of his hoodie.
“Only if I can get a couple more of these,” Harry whistled playfully, pulling the collar of his jumper down to reveal the tender, crimson love bites.
“Harry!” You buried your face in his hoodie, embarrassment heating your cheeks promptly, his chest stuttering as he chuckles at your flustered reaction.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He giggled, and you peeled yourself from his embrace, glancing over to see the rest of the group getting ready to film again.
“I’ll take you somewhere real nice, to make up for it.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, Mr,” You punched his bicep lightly, pushing him away, back towards the camera setup, “Now, go film. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
He nodded, pressing a quick final kiss to your cheek before jogging away sheepishly, batting away the childish calls and digs from his friends.
You watched him happily, smiling at the way he carried himself, the light in his eyes as he joked and battled with his friends, an extra pep in his step as the secretive weight off his shoulders were lifted. He was finally able to care for you in public, to touch you, hold you, tuck the hair behind your ear and kiss you gently without worrying who would find out, and you the same.
It would be hard, when the video releases, and the audience would see the announcement, but you weren’t worried. As long as he was with you, you wouldn’t be scared.
However, you weren’t sure you’ll ever live down the hickeys.
Summary: y/n doesn’t follow instructions and harry is worried about their connection. | angst , demon!harry
A/N: she’s finally here!! hope u like it, pls let me know what you think :)
Words: 8.6k
Part One | Part Three
Y/N spends the weekend suppressing her urge to search for information on demons. Not only because it will further confirm that they exist (and/or that her mental health is rapidly declining) but also because she can’t get Harry’s parting words out of her head: I’ll know if you break your promise. Y/N still didn’t know how and was unsure if finding out would make things better or worse. But if he really did possess some sort of omniscience then what was to say he wouldn’t know of her anxious probing? It was safer not to test that theory, she thought. So why were her fingers itching so severely?
From the moment she woke up, ridiculously early thanks to Harry’s two p.m. bedtime, there was nothing else she could think about. At first, she carried on as normal, finding out once again that she was still out of her favourite cereal and immediately shoving her shoes on angrily, making the trip to her local shop just to buy a box of Frosted Wheats. Although she didn’t spend longer than fifteen minutes outside her house, it was the most paranoid journey of her life. Every corner seemed darker, and every person felt suspicious. Ever since finding out demons were roaming around, previous day-to-day activities felt somewhat feeble to Y/N, like life itself was even more insignificant than she already thought it was. She knew dwelling on that for too long was never a grand idea, but it was difficult not to when she felt so exposed and defenceless. Because who ever prepares to deal with demons? There’s no crash course on what to do if you run into one, and she already had! Not to mention, she’s sure her experience was an abnormal one and she should probably be sending a thankful prayer to someone.
