Summary: Harry is a skeptic, grounded in logic and consumed by an investigation that defies explanation. When he crosses paths with Y/N, a sharp, enigmatic medium drawn into the same mystery, he's forced to confront what he can't understand. Though he doesn't trust easily, her presence is impossible to ignore. As the case deepens and their connection intensifies, Harry begins to question everything he thought he believed, including her.
Content Warning: This story isn't for everyone. Harry is a detective inspector who's trying to solve a series of murder cases, some parts will contain graphic scenes. Please move on if you don't enjoy this sort of content.
Winchester, England – October 28th, 2:36 AM
The forest had teeth. That’s what Elsie Wright thought as her boots cracked through a web of brittle twigs, and a heavy fog licked her skin like something alive. Trees loomed on either side of her, crooked and black, huddled like old men whispering secrets too ugly for daylight.
She hadn’t meant to stray this far. The pub had closed early. Her mates were already tucked into Ubers or boyfriends’ cars. But she needed the walk. Needed to clear her head. And the forest path, usually calm, almost romantic in the fall, had always been her shortcut home.
Tonight, though, it felt… wrong.
The wind didn’t move the way it should’ve. It whistled through the bare branches like a scream with nowhere to go. The kind of scream you keep inside when your skin is burning, your mouth is full of blood, and you know no one’s coming to help.
Elsie’s breath hitched. She glanced behind her.
Empty.
She picked up her pace.
The stories were just that, stories. The Hollow Wood wasn’t cursed, despite what the kids at St. Catherine’s whispered during sleepovers. No witches lived here, no ghosts. No one was hunting.
Still.
She heard it.
First, it was just a whisper. Soft. Like the rustle of leaves. But it grew. Became a rhythm. Footsteps. Wet ones. Slapping the mud too hard. Too close.
Elsie froze. “Hello?”
Nothing.
She tried again, louder. “Oi, you’re not funny—cut that shit out!”
Then she saw it.
A shape. No more than twenty feet away. Wrong somehow. Tall, thin, wrapped in shadow. Motionless. Watching.
Elsie’s scream caught in her throat. Her knees locked, useless. It stepped forward.
One step.
Then another.
Her body finally obeyed. She ran. Tripping over roots, dodging branches, lungs burning as she tore down the path. The thing behind her didn’t run—it stalked. Silent. Confident.
As if it already knew how this would end.
She broke through the trees. There—up the hill—were the village lights. She would be safe.
But the ground beneath her feet gave out.
She fell hard, tumbling into a narrow ravine slick with rot and leaves. Something cracked in her shoulder. Pain blinded her. She couldn’t scream. Only whimper.
And then, from the top of the ravine, it looked down.
It had no face. Only a gaping, pulsating blackness where a face should be. Like it was made of smoke and grief and something much older than hate.
Elsie choked as the figure descended. Not rushed—no, it took its time. As if savoring her fear.
When it reached her, she finally screamed.
It didn’t matter. By the time the villagers found her body at dawn, her mouth was still wide open. Her eyes too. But they saw nothing now.
Just empty sockets filled with salt and dirt.
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Chapter One – The Arrival
Scotland Yard, London – November 1st, 9:02 AM
Detective Chief Inspector Harry Styles leaned over the crime scene photos like a man confronting a riddle that insulted his intelligence.
Three bodies.
Three monsters, if the files were to be believed. Convicted sex offenders. Known abusers. Dead—each in separate parts of Winchester, within weeks of each other.
Torn apart. Faces obliterated. Organs removed with surgical precision. No prints. No footprints. No witnesses. And, most chillingly, no signs of struggle.
As if they had simply… accepted it.
He thumbed through the autopsy reports, frowning. The coroner’s notes were oddly poetic. Unprofessional. Phrases like “as if gripped by something not of this world” and “expression locked in divine terror.”
Harry exhaled sharply and tossed the paper aside. “Bloody hell.”
His superior, Superintendent Lewis, stood by the door, arms crossed. “I know that look.”
Harry ran a hand through his curls and leaned back in his chair. “I’m not in the mood for village fairy tales. Let the locals handle it. It’s probably just some deranged vigilante.”
Lewis shook his head. “No. You’re going.”
Harry blinked. “What?”
“Winchester’s force is spooked. They requested help. You’re the only one I trust not to run off screaming into the moors.”
“I don’t do ghost stories.”
Lewis handed him a manila folder with a single photograph inside. A woman.
She stood in front of an ancient stone cottage, half-hidden by vines and shadows. Her eyes—dark, sharp—seemed to burn through the photo itself. There was something unsettling about her stillness, like she knew you were looking.
Harry frowned. “Who’s she?”
“Y/N L/N, she’s a local medium. Claims to have spoken with the dead since she was a child. Helps with disappearances, unsolved cases. People believe in her.”
He snorted. “And we believe in the tooth fairy now, do we?”
Lewis didn’t smile. “One of the victims—first one—had scribbled her name on the wall in his own blood before he died. Only word. Y/N.”
Harry went still.
“I want you on a train to Hampshire in two hours. Stay as long as you need. Solve it.”
Harry stood, jaw tight. “Fine. But let me be clear: I’m not entertaining séances or crystal balls.”
Lewis’s voice dropped. “Good. Because if she’s behind this—we need to know how a woman who’s never left her cottage in years might be killing men with no trace. And if she isn’t…”
He let that hang.
Harry nodded once and left.
But even as he descended the Yard’s old marble staircase, her eyes followed him from that photo. Unblinking.
6. Disturbing or distracting dom/daddy harry while at work and he gets annoyed and teaches you a lesson with aftercare 🤭🤭
HERE IT IS! :)
Warnings: dd/bbg dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, light degrading, mocking, impact play with cane/rod, use of safe word, subspace.
There is no smut, just the punishment.
You truly appreciated that Harry wanted you around when he was working on his music. It was certainly a big deal that he let you in to be a part of this process. However, when he had told you the day before that he had something special planned for you two, being holed up in the studio for the entire day wasn't what you had in mind. On top of that, he was not having a great day today. Whether it be that lyrics weren't really great for a song, or that a key change was needed, maybe a song wasn't feeling as special or unique as it could, or even that no matter how put together something was, there was just something missing that made the song sound unfinished. It was just a big flop of a session.
You knew how grueling the creating and production side of things could be, he'd show up at your place so drained mentally and creatively that he'd just pass out without even eating sometimes. Today was certainly one of those days and you'd been in for close to 9 hours now! And in all honesty, you were bored to death. Soon enough people started heading out and you figured you'd soon be off behind them soon, but when you returned from walking Tom and Tyler to the hallway Harry was still sitting at the piano trying a few different things out, tutting when he'd accidentally hit an incorrect key. You knew he needed to wind down a bit so you went back to sit on the couch to give him space for a few minutes.
A few minutes turned into a half an hour before he came back to the control room. He gave you a small smile before he plopped down on the rolly-chair and rubbing his face for a few moments before looking at you.
"I know we've been here a while, baby. Almost done." he said rbefore turning around and reaching for the controls. You sighed and tossed your had back in exasperation and Harry tutted at your irritated sigh, but didn't say anything more to you.
They'd been working on the same song for nearly two hours and you basically knew it by heart. So when Harry played it over the speaker You hummed along to the tune lowly. Unknowingly interfering with the concentrated listening Harry was trying to do.
"Love, can you just shush. I'm trying to listen." he huffed.
"Oh, sorry." you said softly before just laying down and closing your eyes. You started to doze in and out of consciousness, you'd been there for who knows how much longer, and so you unknowingly started to sing along to the song again. It felt real and like a dream at the same time in your state. But when Harry groaned and stomped away and into the recording booth again you realized that it hand't been a dream.
Harry was really annoyed at you and he had been all day; since the morning there were just ways in which you'd been challenging him or irking him; all the little exasperated sighs and grumbles and huffs were silent complaints sprinkled in all throughout the day and they only added more to it. So he put space between you again and continued working.
You were sick of being here all day! You were getting hungry. Your stomach was grumbling now... you decided to just tell him it was time to go. Clearly he wasn't in a place to write anymore. You wandered in quietly and you knew he saw you, but he didn't acknowledge you. You tested him again to see if he'd tell you that you were leaving now. So you headed over to the percussion section and flicked the center of a tambourine.
"Don't touch the set up." Harry reprimanded and you sighed and just flicked it one last time which made him sigh so you just stepped away. You saw a little stand of mallets for the various percussive instruments. There was on particular one with with very long, thin handle and what looked like a little yarn ball on top and it intrigued you the most so you grabbed it sneakily and just continued around the room until you reached Harry.
"H, love, m'hungry." you said quietly.
"OK, just a minute. Need to record the progression so I can work on this at home." he said as he pressed the record button on his voice notes and you sighed and booped his head with the mallet lightly and he swirled around on the piano stool and glared at you through his creased eyebrows, "What did I say about touching the set up?" he scolded you as he yanked the mallet from your hands and you pouted.
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"You've been disobeying me the last hour." he said to you and you rolled your eyes. "Watch that attitude."
"Or what? You're gonna stay here overnight?" you mumbled.
"I just might." he challenged you and you sighed.
"Fine...I'm calling an uber." you muttered in irritation and started walking off.
"You better not take another step, Y/N." his voice was deeper and more intense and you knew he had switched. You turned around to face him, "Come here." he ordered and you made your way over and stood before him. "What has gotten into you today?" he asked you and you sighed.
"I'm just tired of being here, H."
"That's now what you call me right now." he said and you glanced into his eyes apologetically.
"I'm sorry, daddy." you said softly and he gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he watched you for a few seconds before a lightbulb went off in his head. He had told you that you were going to do something special today. Which you still were, but it was until later in the night. He had a whole thing planned. But you probably thought that he'd forgotten all about you; he wanted to see if he could get you to admit it.
"So what is it that has you acting like such a brat, baby?" he asked you.
"I told you already." you huffed and he sighed.
"Don't forget I know you better than anyone, baby. You can't hide a thing from me." he said, "You think I forgot about our special date huh?" he asked, "Tell the truth."
"Yes, I thought you forgot." you confessed softly and he smiled.
"You're just such a whore for my attention, aren't you?" he asked you as he stood and you stepped back to give him space while you nodded, "Say it then." he urged as he gently grabbed your chin.
"I'm a whore for your attention." you said softly, your eyes not daring to leave his.
"Pathetic, needy little thing. Can't even go a couple hours without riding my dick." he spoke down at you and it sent a chill down your spine. "You know you've been bad and really stroppy, so I don't think you deserve to go on a special date tonight." he said and you immediately pouted.
"Daddy, no! Please." you huffed and he looked into your eyes, you looked so upset.
"Well...I hadn't told you that you'd have to wait all day for our special date...I can see why you'd get impatient or think I forgot..." he hummed and you nodded to confirm this, "But then again, you shouldn't have to know that to still be a good girl for me. You should always be good for me so you don't deserve the date. We're at at an impasse." he said to you and you bit your lip.
"What about another punishment, Daddy?" you suggested and he bit his lip.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked you and you shook your head.
"You decide, Daddy." you responded and he smirked as he glanced down to the mallet in his hands. It was thin enough like some of the little canes you had played with before. They weren't your favorite, but they weren't even on your soft limit list...
"I want you to sit on the stool, bottom bare." he instructed you as he moved aside while he landed soft smacks of the little rod against his palm. Smiling at the gentle bite of it against his skin, your ass was gonna be all red. You took off your pants and then your underwear before sitting on the stool and looking up at him, "Turn around for me, baby girl." he said softly and you did so wordlessly. Your entire body curled up and you giggled when you felt the tickle of the top of the mallet brush down your spine. "It's a shame that your attitude clouds your cuteness, baby." he said lowly.
"M'sorry, Daddy."
"No you're not." he hummed knowingly with a smile. He knew that you enjoyed challenging him. You didn't push him this far most of the time, just a little thing here or there to keep him on his toes, but it was fun for him too. Especially knowing that he'd be the one to reel you back in. "We're gonna do 11 for all the things you've been pulling since this morning." he informed you and you nodded silently in understanding, "I want to hear you count them out."
"Please, just not too hard." you said quietly.
"I don't think that's for you to decide." He stated with what could only be described as arrogance. He felt proud of being the one to have the semblance of control because truly, you had all of it in your perfectly manicured hand. Of course, he'd never hurt you, but punishments weren't meant to be comfortable, "If it's too much use your word, OK, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy." you confirmed verbally.
"Alright now lean forward, face down."
"On the keys?"
"Yes." he said and you positioned yourself and waited.
"Ready for me?"
"Yes, Daddy." you responded shakily and just a few seconds later you inhaled sharply as the sharp sting of the thin rod made a quick impact on your butt. The sharp bite of it made you dig your fingers into you thighs, the first and last ones were always the worst. "One." who exhaled shakily and he smirked. And he alternated the next three hits and you were panting as you got out, "Four." You were squirming now, your ass felt hot and tender.
"Stop wriggling around or I'll add one more." he warned you and you swallowed thickly and nodded. You were tense as you waited for the next hit and it came quickly but you couldn't help it as you shot up at the last smack, your hands slamming down onto the piano hard as you winced.
"Five!" you said louder so he could hear you over the discordant accompaniment of the piano keys still ringing out as your hands stayed put over them as you gathered yourself.
"Trying to be a musician now?" he asked. His tone was taunting and smug. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as the feeling from the hit subsided, your head started to feel cloudy, something you knew was indicative of you starting to slip into your subspace.
Maybe you weren't handling this as well as you would normally because you were hungry or even just a little irritated at his lack of communication today. Emotionally, you felt sensitive and vulnerable because you'd also never been punished in a public place, so this was also new for you. Usually you could make it to about 8 hits before you started to fuss and get whiney, but right now, the final six hits seemed like way too many. You knew you could get to 11, you'd taken more than 11 swats to the bum before, so you at least wanted to try. You were mentally finding that place of strength, trying to calm your breathing.
"You alright, baby?" Harry's voice intruded your thoughts and you nodded.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm alright." you assured softly and he waited a for more seconds, watching you silently and closely to ensure that you were indeed OK.
"Can I keep going, baby?" he asked you when he saw you exhale and relax.
"Yes." you confirmed and you started to sit again.
"Is it better for you to stand?" he asked you and you nodded before confirming verbally that you'd prefer to stand, "Go on, baby." He encouraged you and so you stood, your legs were crossed so that you could squeeze your thighs together. Not just because this always made you wet, but also because it'd be easier for you to absorb the impact without feeling like your legs would tremble and give out. You heard come closer and roll the stool away, "Your little pussy dripped right onto it." he said before he moaned softly as he collected your wetness from the stool on his index finger and he dipped it into his mouth, "Always taste so nice and sweet for me. Love that you take such good care of yourself for me." he praised you and it made your heart flutter 10 times what it normally would, you were definitely slipping into your subspace.
"Thank you. Always want to give you my best, Daddy." you responded breathily and then you tensed up as he smacked your ass with the mallet again, "Mmmm, six!" you counted off as you tightened your grip on the piano. You managed to get through a two more like this, but the last three hits seems impossible. Your body was trembling and even if Harry had been watching carefully and taking even more time in between each one to make sure you were alright or to give you time to use your safe word if you needed it, he could see that you were struggling today. But you pushed yourself through the eighth and prepared as best as you could mentally for the next one.
Your knees were buckled, so it was making you feel even more lightheaded than you already did and you felt cold and tingly. You felt like your butt was stinging in waves, you were so far gone that the thought of anymore pain had a few tears streaking down your face, your vision was starting to get splotchy with colors and streaks of light. You could hardly hear your own voice counting the ninth hit at how loud your ears were ringing and your hear beat thumping. You had never used your safe word before, you felt conflicted about whether you should or not, but with the state you were in you needed to. So you exhaled shakily as you mumbled your safe word.
"Sunset." you got out and Harry immediately came up to you and set the mallet on the piano before pulling your body into his. Your hands immediately found his as you started to cry in relief. This had never happened to you before and you could hear him asking you questions, like if you were hurt or if you were upset at him, but you couldn't even process them enough to form an answer. He turned you around then scooped you up into his arms before carrying you back into the control room and sitting on the couch with you curled up in his hold.
That dreamy look in your lidded and glazed over eyes confirmed to him that you'd slipped off into your subspace. He was just as surprised as you were about this. But he took extra care and was delicate as he wiped away your tears with his thumb.
"I've got you, my love. I've got you." he whispered quietly as he held you tight. His warmth and scent around you felt so comforting. And the soft kisses he peppered all over your face were making you smile, "That's what I want to see." he said softly as he glanced down at you, "Did so good, baby. Did so good for me." he reassured you quietly before kissing your lips tenderly. He held you until the floaty feeling had faded away and when you hugged Harry back tightly and inhaled deeply he smiled, "There you are, baby." he sighed in relief, "You're alright?"
"Yeah." you hummed with a smile.
"Good. Thought I'd pushed you too far." he said and you shook your head.
"No, I pushed myself. I thought I could keep going. But I'm really hungry and a little bit grumpy and maybe a little bit annoyed at you." you confessed and he frowned.
"I'm sorry. I know I've kept you waiting all day, I should've communicated with you better before." he admitted.
"It's OK." you said softly before reaching for his face to kiss him slowly and tenderly. "Also we've never done something like this outside of the house so I think I also felt a little more exposed than usual and all of that just...caught up to me."
"Oh, you're right..." he said pensively and then started to feel bad because he hadn't considered that in the slightest. It wasn't even a thought in his head when you suggested another punishment. It was important to feel safe with your partner but also in the space where you were and he had failed to consider that and he was so disappointed in himself.
"I didn't think about that either until I started to get overwhelmed." you explained, "We were just a little spontaneous, don’t beat yourself up, please." you said with a smile and he nodded.
"Yeah, we were. I’ll think things through better in the future. I love you."
"I love you too." you smiled at him. He grabbed you your clothes and some water, and thankfully, your butt didn't hurt as much as before, maybe you just felt a lot more sensitive since you were slipping into your subspace. You knew there'd be some discomfort, but it wasn't like you'd imagined it would be.
"Are you still up for our plans?"
"I didn't go through all that for nothing." you said and he chuckled.
"There's some very light night hiking involved." he said and you frowned at him.
"Seriously?" you huffed out of laziness; especially after this! If there was anything in the world that you refused to do it was hike. You hated it almost more than anything, you just weren't the exercising outdoors type of person. Harry knew this.
"Yeah, there's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight and I wanted us to watch it. S'real romantic." he said. "A couple of our friends are going too. They're bringing pizza from L'Antica..." he hummed, knowing this was your favorite pizza spot.
"Fine. But you have to carry me." you bargained and he smiled and nodded in agreement.
Harry is a deranged, escaped inmate and y/n is his hostage.
When did you fall out of love?
Where they fall out of love
This will make you cry
Something Wicked Comes This Way*
Psycho Harry x nurse y/n
One Sweet Day
Y/n is dead and Harry has a daughter
Grab your tissues
In another life
In which Y/N and Harry are soulmates and destined to meet in every lifetime. But no matter how many times they reincarnate and find each other again, they never seem to get it right.
This Relationship of ours*
Harry is Mia's ex dominant
One last time
Harry and y/n broke up
Will make you bawl
Harry would rather much hang with his ex
Harry ditches y/n for Kendall
Wilted
This is just really sad
Time to say goodbye
Y/n is grieving for a lost love
You die but leave letters for Harry
Emotional
A lifetime of you
Being in love can be hard, especially when you're in love with your best friend. Who is engaged to someone else.
Curios Girl *
Threesome
Nipples are a sensitive topic *
2 parts, pure smut
Her millionaire daddy*
in which harry is a millionaire with a daddy kink takes advantage of his young and inexperienced neighbour.
Nothing good ever happens after 3am
Angst, you will cry
Other Mama
in which you come home early as a surprise but Harry seems to have an even bigger one waiting for you..
Sex tape*
They make a sex tape
Not your charity case*
Harry is deaf
Bump in
Harry is blind, 4 parts
Bucky Barnes
Positions *
In which Bucky trains you for your new owner, Peter Parker. (petplay)
