Prompt: just some cozy mornings with the King and Queen Of Hell
Warnings: sexual activities, harry being a simp and a confident husband 😉 i’m a little worried if this is good smut or not so i’m sorry if this doesn’t suit you :/
W/C: 610 words
A/N: Mar my love happiest birthday!!! I’m hoping the best for you today and every coming day 💕 here’s a gift from me to you on this special day of yours 💖 (do look forward to more 🐣 ) @marmixedwithabitofintellect
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“I’m assuming you’re yet again looking at me sleeping, right?” You muttered, voice still rough as your eyes slowly opened to see Harry more clearly. It was still early since the sun seemed to just rise but it didn’t help when you could feel his eyes raking your skin.
“And if I am? Am I wrong to adore my wife’s face?” He said with a smile on his face as he shifted closer to you, enclosing your waist with his arm and leaving a delicate kiss near your shoulder. You hummed as you felt the kiss, eyes closing unconsciously as sleep enchanted you.
A few minutes later, you felt another light kiss on your shoulder and you took the initiative to shift and rest on his chest as you placed your lips over his in a soft kiss. You could feel the smile on his face grow more as he softly caressed your cheeks with his fingers.
You love this unplanned routine you both share, soft kisses shared and bodies wrapped around each others’. Far away was sleep now and you couldn’t help but caress his muscles gently. It’s moments like these that make you not want to leave his warmth and how much you wish to spend more time together with him.
“Not wrong, m’love,” You said, resting your head in the crook of his neck and humming slightly when you felt his hips buck into your own. Just when you start going down with kisses on his body, he turns you both to be the one on top.
“I’m having my breakfast so if you’d excuse me.”
It leaves you laughing while feeling relaxed when his fingers began to trace down your body, eventually caressing your thighs.
“I wonder who makes you this wet every time?” His lips nip at your sensitive skin before pulling aside your underwear and coating his fingers with your slick as he slowly moved them to your clit.
“Well my husband will have the perfect answer to that, won’t he?”
“I bet he has,” You felt the desire grow when a strong flick came on your clit as if he did it in retaliation. When you felt his fingers stretch your pussy, you know you’d never grow used to how his fingers stretched you out. It amazes you how he’s ever ready to give you pleasure and is perfectly fine with keeping his aside.
You probably don’t know but Harry loves you like this, loves you that you look this pretty even when you complain that your hair’s messy afterwards, loves that only he has the pleasure to see you like this, to make you feel this way. No amount of anything else will be able to satisfy his soul so much than to see you and wake up with you by his side.
You didn’t leave him either - your hand moved towards his cock and despite the clothed barrier, you could feel the precum. You decide to please him just right after but you continue with subtle touches.
“F-fuck.” And he knows, you’ll get there soon with the way your thighs begin to twitch, the increasing moaning with little gasps in between as he curls his finger, especially finding his way into that spot which makes you come apart. He is quick to attack your clit with his other thumb as you arched your back and closed your thighs, the desire eventually striking you.
You calmed down few moments later but just as Harry seemed to go and grab tissues to help clean you up, you’re grabbing him back.
A/N: alright so!! this is an au a friend of mine and I thought of a couple years ago!! basically it’s demon!harry and angel!reader but with the added spice of harry being the king of hell!! the premise for this au is that it’ll kind of be an ongoing series/universe, like the hades!harry au!! so that means I’ll be posting a series of one shots and concepts in a non-chronological order, meaning that each one shot takes place in a different time and in a different order!! I’m really excited to write a series like this, in addition to the long stand-alone fics I do, and I really really hope you guys like it!! the last time I did a shorter one shot, it didn’t really get any feedback, and I thought longer stand-alone fics were the way to go, but I do really miss this format!! so. please. if you like it!! reblog it!! let me know you like it!! and let me know what questions you have about this au!! any concept or blurb ideas or thoughts you have!! I’m very excited for it and I hope you guys are too <3 also I originally wrote this au on my marvel blog last year, and have reworked and revamped it, so if it looks familiar, or sounds familiar, I promise I haven’t plagiarized lmao that was me!!
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When Y/N wakes up, the room is dark.
This, Y/N has come to realize, is normal, considering that the chambers she sleeps in have no windows. While this fact would normally have troubled her, she’s made her peace with it. After all, what is there to see? The palace, located in the center of hell, is surrounded by the flames of the underworld and the souls of the damned, and while neither of those things are a welcoming sight in the morning, they’re especially unwelcome for an angel such as herself. It had taken her so long to adjust to the obsidian stone walls around her, the heavy black and red velvet drapes that lined the frame of her bed, and the smell of sulfur that lingered in the air, even after she had placed herbs and flowers to burn in the fireplace and create a sweet smoke in the air. Truth be told, Y/N still wasn’t completely adjusted to the atmosphere around her, but this, too, doesn’t surprise her. An angel could never truly adjust to being in hell.
A rustling in the bed next to her pulls Y/N from her thoughts, and she lets her gaze shift to the muscled body nestled in the sheets next to her. This, she thinks, is another thing she may never get used to, even though it sparks a burning desire deep within her. While the king of hell may have once frightened you, the sight of him lying next to her brings a feeling of comfort to her, and Y/N allows herself a moment to admire the rarely relaxed state Harry is currently in. His curls, which are normally carefully styled beneath his crown, are tousled from sleep, falling into his face in an endearing way. His face itself is relaxed, the hard creases from the scowl that’s usually permanently etched into his features all but disappeared. The demon is normally a fearsome thing to behold, his power at the forefront of every one of his movements, but seeing him like this…these are some of Y/N’s favourite times.
Thinking him still asleep, Y/N carefully pushes his mussed curls back from his face, her fingers tracing down the line of his jaw. She can feel the stubble that’s unperceivable in the dark, and a soft sigh falls from her lips as she enjoys the rough sensation against her delicate fingers.
“Why are you awake, angel?” Harry’s low voice rumbles deep from his chest, raspy from lack of use. Although his eyes remain closed, his face half pressed into his pillow, Y/N watches him adjust himself in the bed.
“I don’t know.” She whispers back, laying her head back on her own pillow, her gaze still on his body. “I’m sorry for waking you.”
“S’alright.” Harry gives a small sigh, opening his eyes just barely. “I was just resting. I’m fine.”
Yes, Y/N thinks, that’s another thing she isn’t quite used to. While her body functions like that of a human, needing sleep every night, breathing oxygen into her lungs, a heart pumping blood through her veins…. Harry doesn’t. It’s rare he sleeps, and even when he does, it’s never for more than a few hours. He had explained to Y/N once how his heart beat so slowly when he was created, and how it stopped completely when he reached full maturity. Although Y/N can see the faint blueish outlines of veins beneath his tattooed skin, she’s not exactly sure what runs through them. Blood seems too common for a being like him. And if he was ever to get hurt, Y/N’s quite certain that he wouldn’t bleed like she would.
The sensation of Harry beginning to play with her hair pulls Y/N from her thoughts. “Why are you awake, hm?” He keeps his voice low, his tone gentle. He’s gotten better at speaking softly for her. “What’s troubling that pretty mind of yours, angel?”
Y/N half shrugs as best she can while laying down. “Nothing. Just…thinking, I suppose.”
Harry quirks up an eyebrow. “Thinking? About what?”
The words hesitate at the edge of Y/N’s mouth before spilling out. “How…I don’t really belong here.”
A deep hum echoes from Harry’s chest as his deep green eyes close again. “’F course you belong here, love. Don’t be silly.”
“I don’t belong here.” Y/N repeats the phrase insistently, her eyes glued to the way his jaw tenses as she says it. “I…I’m not from here.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t belong.” Harry counters, eyes opening once again. They’re darker now, and Y/N can see the stubbornness swirling within them. “I’m the king. I want you here. That means you belong.”
Y/N chews on her bottom lip, contemplating the best way to explain herself. “I just…I miss it.” She says finally, her voice small as it slips into the space between them.
Harry’s pink lips pull down into a frown. “Miss what?”
Fingers twisting together, Y/N pauses before answering Harry’s inquiry. “Above.”
“Oh, angel…” Harry sighs again as he shifts his position, pulling her into his marked chest. His strong hands find her back in the darkness, stroking up and down over her cotton nightgown in a soothing manner. “What’s there to miss? Angry people rushing around all the time, destroying their own planet? Destroying themselves along with it? No, you’re much better off down here, with me.”
“There’s plenty to miss.” Y/N counters, pressing her ear into his chest to be greeted with the familiar sound of silence. “The smell of rain, sunshine, flowers growing, birdsongs…” She sighs as she trails off. “And I like people, you know that. They may destroy things, but down here…you destroy things too.”
“Only things that need to be.” Harry argues, his fingers continuing his tracings across her back, barely brushing over the two ridges between her shoulder blades where her wings usually sit. “Souls that deserve punishment, or souls that sold themselves to me. It’s part of the deal, angel.”
“I miss my garden.” Y/N’s voice is barely audible as she grazes her finger over his pentagram necklace. “My rose bushes, my sunflowers…I used to grow berries, too. Strawberries, blueberries…I would make delicious pies and scones…”
“If you truly desire those things,” Harry murmurs slowly, carefully measuring his words. “Then I can get them for you. I can send a demon to the surface for the fruits, and all the ingredients you would need to bake. I’m sure anything you create would taste…” The growing smirk is practically audible in his voice. “Sweet.”
Despite the light warmth that flushes her cheeks, Y/N shakes her head against his chest. “It’s not the same.” She sighs. “I miss the breeze. I miss the ocean. I used to run to the edge of the surf to dip my toes in the water…and I loved going to the beach at night. On clear nights, the moon would reflect on the water like a mirror, two glowing spheres, watching over me…”
“Are you not happy here?” Harry’s voice turns gruffer as he registers the longing in her voice. “You know why going to the surface is dangerous. The angels—”
“Would try to take me back. I know. And I don’t want to go back.” Y/N rubs her hand over Harry’s tensed muscles, trying to soothe him back into a relaxed position. “I just miss it. Isn’t there anything you miss? Anything that causes an ache in you, deep in your chest?” She presses her palm over his stilled heart to emphasize her words.
Harry softens at her touch, relaxing back into the sheets once more. “The only absence that could ever make me ache is yours.” He kisses the top of her head, an action so tender that Y/N almost forgets he’s a demon. “Sleep, angel. Dwelling on these matters will only cause you pain.”
Y/N kisses his collarbones chastely, the curves fitting easily underneath her lips, before settling herself back down and closing her eyes. Although breathing isn’t necessary for Harry, the familiar action soothes her as she listens to his breaths, the sound acting as her own personal ocean as she drifts to sleep.
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The bed is cold when Y/N wakes up again the next morning, a sign that Harry has been long gone. Given his strange sleep schedule, this isn’t unusual. What is unusual, however, is the carefully folded note sitting on his carefully fluffed pillow. Y/N’s name is on the top of the note, scribbled in Harry’s messy penmanship. Y/N rubs the sleep from her eyes as she picks up the rough paper, a shiver rolling through her as she brings it to her nose. Although there’s the now familiar burn of sulphur initially, underneath sits Harry’s musky cologne, and the faint scent of it is enough to drive her mad.
Before she allows herself to get worked up any more, Y/N carefully unfolds the note, finding more of Harry’s writing on the inside.
Breakfast will be outside today, on the palace grounds.
Y/N frowns in confusion as she reads over the words repeatedly, trying to make sense of them. Harry knows that she hates going outside the palace walls, much preferring to spend her time inside the safety of the obsidian stone structure. Between the anguished sounds of the damned, the burning smell of sulfur, the agonizing heat…Y/N typically avoids the depressing area. However, Y/N has always had a natural curiosity to her, ever since she was created, and she knows that Harry is aware of that, which is why she finds herself making her way to the palace grounds as soon as she’s dressed. Although the idea of going outside leaves a pit in her stomach, she can’t help but wonder what would bring Harry to want to have breakfast outside. And, moreover, Y/N trusts Harry. Despite every one of her natural instincts telling her that a demon is dangerous, and the king of demons is even more so, Harry’s proven to her that he wouldn’t put her in harm’s way.
When Y/N reaches the palace doors, Harry is already waiting there, his arms clasped behind his back. He’s dressed in his usual attire of a suit, but this one is one of Y/N’s favourites. The black fabric is trimmed with red, and a pattern of intricate red and gold stitches decorates the body of the jacket. The pants are tailored to match, fitting his legs perfectly enough that they just brush the top of his black heeled boots. As Y/N’s eyes trail back up, she registers his usual rings on his hands—the silver skull, the ruby, the silver band, the onyx stone—as well as notes that his fingernails have freshly been painted black. His pentagram necklace, she knows, is carefully tucked under his shirt, hidden away between the black fabric and his tattooed chest. There’s a slight smile on his lips as he watches her walk towards him, and a satisfied expression glimmers in his dark green eyes. As he turns his head to the side to regard her, the gold and ruby crown that sits atop his perfectly styled curls catches the low light of the lit sconces around them.
As soon as Y/N is within his reach, Harry extends a ringed hand. “Good morning, angel.” He pulls her close to him, pressing her into his chest. “You look beautiful.”
Although enduring his compliments have become the usual, Y/N still hasn’t quite gotten used to them, and a light blush grows over her cheeks. Despite the embarrassment, Y/N’s glad that his words haven’t triggered the angelic blue light that sometimes radiates from her eyes when she feels something intensely (it had happened once a few weeks ago, and the smug look on Harry’s face had made Y/N swear to herself that she wouldn’t let it happen again). “Thank you, my king.” She holds up the note curiously, gauging the expression on his face. “What’s this?”
“I have a surprise for you.” Harry lowers his voice as he leans down to brush his lips over Y/N’s ear, speaking so only she can hear his throaty words. “And I really think you’ll love it.”
His tone of voice coupled with his breath on her ear makes Y/N shiver involuntarily. “O-okay.”
Judging by the smirk on Harry’s face, Y/N can tell that her reaction hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Come, angel.” Harry tugs lightly on Y/N’s hand as his smirk transforms itself into a more tender grin. “I have something to show you.”
Y/N’s curiosity is what allows her to allow Harry to push the front doors of the palace open and lead her outside. As expected, the moment Y/N steps into the muggy air of hell, her discomfort starts. Each breath seems to catch in her throat, and the very air around them feels as if it’s clinging to her skin, burrowing deep into her pores to start a slow burn. A small sound of discomfort escapes Y/N’s throat against her will, catching Harry’s attention immediately.
“You’re alright, angel.” He assures her instantly, squeezing her warm hand with his own icy fingers. “Come.”
Y/N continues to allow herself to be led by Harry, all of her steps falling slightly behind his own. After a few more minutes pass, she’s about to speak again to ask what exactly is so important for her to see, until she senses a change in the air. The more they walk, the more the burning smell of sulphur disappears from her senses. With relief finally on the horizon, Y/N’s pace finally speed up until she falls into step with Harry, her curiosity growing stronger as her discomfort slips away.
Harry squeezes her hand again, and the simple gesture is almost an encouragement as Y/N’s steps increase again. She begins to pull him behind her, leading the way on instinct alone. There’s an excitement in her curiosity and confusion, and Harry can feel it emanating from her as she gets closer and closer to his surprise. It brings a smile to his face, seeing her like this. Seeing her alive. Seeing her bring life to a place meant for the damned.
When Y/N finally sees the source of the sweet smelling air, she stops in her tracks, her hand moving to clutch Harry’s arm in shock as her mouth falls open. She gasps sharply, so in awe of what’s in front of her that the lack of pain from breathing hell’s hair doesn’t even register in her mind. Her mind has no space for it. All that she can think about is Harry behind her and the garden before her.
This is her surprise. A garden. A real, living, almost seemingly breathing, garden. At least, Y/N thinks it’s a garden. The dry earth beneath her spreads into scorched grass that fades into a delightful green hue, so vibrant that Y/N almost thinks that each blade has been painted with the colour. At the edge of the grass is a large hedge, at least three times as tall as Y/N and double as long. The darker green leaves that make up the wall of nature are dotted with wildflowers, adding pops of white and yellow every few inches. In the very center of the hedge is a large wooden door, built out of dark, sturdy wood studded with shining iron bolts. Although there’s a large wrought-iron knocker in the center of the wood, there’s no handle, and fear of not being able to see inside the magnificent structure seizes Y/N’s body as she turns to look at Harry with questioning and concerned eyes.
Harry seems to read the question in Y/N’s eyes, and the demon steps forward in response. “Here.” He says, taking Y/N’s hand from his arm and pressing it to the door, his own hand cupped over hers protectively. There’s a cadence to his voice that Y/N’s never heard before, and it takes her a moment to register it as excitement as he continues speaking. “It only opens to your touch.”
Y/N feels a shudder underneath her hand, almost as if the wood has registered that the palm pressed against it is her own. The force keeping it closed suddenly fades away, and Y/N easily pushes the large door open to reveal the garden inside.
The crisp and clear scent of fresh air hits Y/N first, almost bowling her over completely. For the first time in a long time, she’s able to inhale deeply and freely, not worrying about what the air around her may do to her body. The high hedge wall, along with the trees that create a canopy over the whole garden, seem to act like a barrier, blocking out the smells and sounds of hell. Y/N can smell various flowers and plants all around her, as well as the wonderfully earthy scent of dirt, and as she gazed around the natural enclosure, all she can hear is—
“Birds!” Y/N gasps in amazement as a small mockingbird lands on a tree branch, chirping happily. Without tearing her gaze away from the small creature, she poses half a question to Harry. “How—?”
Harry, still standing at the edge of the garden after closing the door behind them, knows her question before she even finishes. “I created it for you last night.” He says simply, his green irises glued to her every movement. “After our discussion.”
Y/N turns in a slow circle as she does her best to take in every detail around her. Birds, she realizes, aren’t the only creatures inside the haven; butterflies fly through the air, moving leisurely from flower to flower, and the chittering of squirrels scrambling up and down the trees mixed with the sounds of all the birds hidden in the leaves. A rustling in the bushes catches Y/N’s attention, and she manages to catch a glimpse of the cotton tail of a bunny before it hides under the foliage. A small frown tugs on the corner of her lips as she wonders why the bunnies are hiding away—heavenly beings are usually beloved by any living creatures—but like before, Harry guesses her question before she can ask it.
“They, uh, they don’t like me.” He clears his throat halfway through his sentence, his eyes gauging her reaction to his words. “Living creatures aren’t very fond of demons. Unlike your kind, we don’t smell like sunshine and cotton candy.”
Despite her delight in his gift, Y/N can’t help but roll her eyes a bit at his gentle ribbing. “I don’t smell like sunshine and cotton candy.” She says, reaching out a delicate finger to a butterfly floating near her. The tiny creature lands on her finger easily, without hesitation, and Y/N notices how Harry doesn’t receive the same treatment from the other butterflies in the air. In fact, now that she’s paying attention, she quickly realizes that every living being in the garden around them is steering clear of the king. She can’t quite blame them, she thinks, her eyes flickering over Harry’s closed off posture, dark appearance, and powerful aura. Everything about him radiates the energy of someone who is dangerous. And yet, Y/N’s never felt safer in hell than she does in this moment.
At the thought of safety, a new fear crosses her mind “Are they safe here?” Y/N asks in a hushed voice. “The animals? I don’t want them to get hurt, or…”
“This garden is its own ecosystem.” Harry finally makes his way away from the garden edge, taking Y/N’s hand in a reassuring manner. The butterfly on her finger flutters away as he gets closer, but Y/N’s attention is once again focused on the feeling of Harry’s cool fingers on her flushed skin. “As long as they stay in here, they’re safe. I swear it.” Harry says, sincerity clear in his voice.
Y/N’s heart pounds beneath her chest, every once of her senses alight as they bask in the fresh air around her. “Oh, Harry…” Her eyes widen again as she begins to catalogue all the varieties of plants growing around her. Not only were there flowers galore—fragrant roses of all colours, sunflowers taller than her, fragrant lilies, vibrant tulips, bright daffodils—all of her favourites, she notes—but past a grove of trees is— “Are those berries?”
The dimples that Y/N so rarely sees in Harry’s cheeks appear as he smiles at her excitement. “Yes.” He leads her over, his own excitement growing with every step. Y/N notices how he walks with care, making sure not to step on any flora with his heeled boots. It’s strange, seeing the king of hell being so cautious, but she appreciates it nonetheless.
Harry points to the various bushes around them with a painted finger, naming them as he goes. “Strawberries, blueberries…everything you’ve missed. There’s room for you to plant more, as well. If you’d like.” He glances at her for a moment, an unreadable look in his deep green eyes before he turns back to the plants. “And I set up a few stone benches throughout the garden, so you can come sit here when you need a break. There’s one under the willow tree, one by the rose bushes, and one by the—”
“The water.” Y/N whispers, voice barely audible. If Harry was human, he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet gasp leave her lips. “Harry…”
When Y/N’s hand slowly slips out of Harry’s to walk to the water feature at the edge of the garden, she feels as though she’s in a trance. Perhaps it’s the water itself, she thinks, calling out to her to soak her hell-scorched skin within its cooling depths. Somehow, Harry had managed to make a small waterfall flow down from the top of the hedge into a crystal clear pool, which babbled delightfully with the motion. Although the pool isn’t large, it’s certainly big enough to swim in, and just the very thought of slipping into the water brings a feeling of relief to Y/N. Peering over the edge, she can see a few fish swimming around in the crystal clear water, and a new feeling of gratefulness mixes with the previous.
So entranced in the small pond, Y/N doesn’t even realize that Harry has followed behind her, keeping his distance by a few feet so she can admire the water. “Do you like it?” He asks, the excitement in his voice seeping out in exchange for a nervous and unsure tone. “It’s not…done yet. I just did it quickly, so it—I can still add more, or take out things you don’t like, or—”
“Harry.” Y/N turns to face him with tears in her eyes, a small shake of her head being the only action she’s capable of. “This is…wonderful. I don’t know how to thank you…”
Harry’s own eyes grow softer as he notices the tears welled in Y/N’s lash line, reflecting the light that seems to emanate from her eyes. “You don’t need to thank me.” He keeps his voice low, as if he’s worried speaking loudly will break whatever it is that’s growing between them. “I…I want you to be happy here. I want you to feel like…this is your home.”
“I do.” Y/N promises sincerely, taking both of his hands in hers as she speaks. She kisses his knuckles, her warm lips a contrast against the cold metal and stones of his rings. “Thank you. I truly mean it. Thank you.”
A new look passes through Harry’s eyes, more unreadable than anything Y/N’s ever seen before. His pink lips are just as much a mystery, no expression available on them as he pulls a hand from her grasp in order to cup her cheek. Despite the callouses on his fingers, and the cool temperature of his skin, Y/N leans into his touch, pressing her cheek into his palm.
“You’re welcome.” Harry’s thumb brushes over Y/N’s cheek bone, and the motion is so delicate and tender that Y/N isn’t quite sure what to make of it. “You’re…you’re so very welcome.”
Although he’s giving a polite response to her thanks, Y/N can’t help but feel like something deeper sits underneath the simple phrase as Harry repeats it. She’s welcome. So very welcome. But welcome where? In this garden? Into his life? Into him? The very thought of a double meaning causes her heart to pound, and by the flicker in Harry’s eyes, she knows he can hear it.
The questions bubble to her lips, but catch themselves on the tip of her tongue as her eyes detect a movement in the corner of gaze. The breeze around them (Y/N isn’t sure where the breeze is coming from, but she’s grateful for it nonetheless) move something she hadn’t noticed before. All questions about Harry’s intention fade away as her eyes focus on the sturdy branch of an oak tree, and the carefully woven ropes and wooden seat that hang from it. She drops his hands, stepping out of his grasp and towards the object of her attention. “Is that—is that a swing?”
A light chuckle rolls from Harry’s lips at the awe in her voice. “Yes.” He says, his amusement clear in the word. “Would you like me to push you?”
The offer is so casual, and yet, it brings a sudden shyness to Y/N’s reply. “Only if the king would like to.”
Harry bows his head, his crown sparkling atop his brown curls as he extends a hand. “It would be my honour, angel.”
Y/N matches his smile as she takes his hand once again.
Pairing/Characters: Demon!Harry Styles x Reader
Warnings: we like angsty harry in this household oop
Summary: You left Harry six months ago after he asked you to follow him back to the Underworld but you couldn’t, in fact, give everything up for him.
WC: 1.4k+
A/N: my first demon harry fic ever, I know it suxx okey????
All he could do was look over at you. You were laughing. He wondered what the bastard was saying, how was he making you laugh like that. Harry wanted nothing but to go up to your table and rip this fucker’s heart out. Of course, he could do it but he chose not to. There was light glimmering inside your eyes, something he only ever saw when you were both together. It was very rare for Harry to see that in people, it’s usually the shallow despair and need for the impossible that he sees. Unfortunately, that glimmer of light faded the last time you both talked.
6 MONTHS AGO
“Come home with me.” He asks, half asleep with his hand gently trailing up and down your arm.
“We’re already in your home.” You groggily state. Your hand giving light scratches on his chest. You liked having moments like this. A day off, if you will, where Harry didn’t have to take care of business, where you could both just take a second to breathe each other in. It was hard to love Harry at the start, he didn’t want to be loved but eventually he realised that it wouldn’t be so bad to fall in love with someone like you.
“I mean, back to m’world, pet.” You suddenly propped up from your spot, surprised by this request.
“Like, back to the Underworld?” He nodded and placed a kiss on your hand. When you first found out about him and who he was, you were scared and shocked. The man you loved dearly and protected you with every being he had (or had left), was a lowborn demon of the Underworld, “Harry, you know that place isn’t for humans like me.”
“I could make it so.”
“You’d have to kill me, Harry!” You sat up and looked at him intently. Your heart was beating so fast but missing beats left, right, and centre.
“Yeh wouldn’t have to die,” he paused for a moment, “painfully or entirely.”
“Jesu-”
“Watch your mouth, sweetheart.” He sits up and fold his arms like a little boy who didn’t get what he wanted.
“Sorry, I just- Harry, we’re talking about ending my life and leaving everyone and everything I know behind.”
“I could jus’ take yeh soul-”
“You’re making me a non-human! You’re making me cold a-a-and spiritless, what if I fall out of love with you, huh? What am I gonna do? What are you gonna do?” He rolls his eyes at you. A sweet moment, now turned sour.
“It’ll take one second an’ we can be together forever.”
“You’re being selfish, Harry, you’re asking me to leave everyone and everything I know behind, for you.”
“Yeh don’t wanna be with me?” You rushed over and caressed his cheek, giving him a kiss on the lips.
“I do, baby, I do but I just can’t… I can’t leave everything behind.”
“Fine, jus’ leave me, then.” He huffed angrily, his temper getting the best of him.
“Harry…”
“Yeh don’t love me, I get it, we’re done.” He pushed himself out of bed and next thing you knew he had disappeared without a trace.
Now, all he could do was watch you as he drank some expensive scotch neater than the cleanest street in the world. Every sip he took became more bitter the more he looked over at your wide smile. It’s like every sound that emitted from your mouth was a needle going into his body – slow and painful. He saw you stand up from your seat and the man in front of you nodded. You walked over to the bar and you noticed a shift in temperature. Ignoring it, you ordered drinks for yourself and your friend.
“Is this how he treats women? You have to get him a drink?” You heard beside you, giving you a fright.
“What are you? Stalking me now?” He took a sip from his glass and rolled his eyes.
“How long have you been seeing him?” You scoffed and laughed, taking the glasses from the bar top.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t, I’m just wondering why you’re getting over us so fast.” You wanted to throw your drink at him. You wanted to scream at him. Instead, tears welled up in your eyes.
“You think this is me getting over us, you fucking psycho?” You whisper-screamed, “I’m far from it, Harry, far, far, from it.”
“You don’t need to lie to me.”
“You’re such a lousy demon, you know that?” His eyes were getting dark, “My friend is adopting with his husband.” You walked away, tears still in your eyes.
Demons, in fiction, don’t cry. It was a known fact. Demons are to be heartless and cold. But at this very moment, Harry defined all odds. His odds. Warm droplets came from his eyes. His darkened, soulless eyes – he wiped it away, he looked at his hand and a red streak was left over. Blood, he figured. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know any other demon that did this – cry blood, or cry at all.
He disappeared from the bar and there you stayed until you could barely walk. Your friend had left hours ago. The bartenders hadn’t noticed how drunk you were until you stood up from your seat and fell down almost immediately. They had led you outside and called you a cab. There on the street you stood, drunk and upset. The cab still hadn’t come so you decided to start walking. With drunken movements, you gripped your bag tightly and walked.
“You shouldn’t walk by yourself, pet.” You only knew one person who called you that.
“What is up with you and bugging me tonight, Harry?”
“Jus’ wanted to see you.” You laughed drunkenly.
“Do demons have a different aftermath of break ups? Because us humans usually don’t want to see people we’ve broken up with.” He held on to you to help steady your walking, “I mean, you didn’t even officially break up with me, you just left and didn’t speak to me for six months and now, here you are.” You stopped walking and turned to him. You noticed the streaks of colour under his eyes. You couldn’t tell what colour it was from how drunk you were. If tears could have colour, these marks on his face could be tear stains. You trailed your finger across the markings, “Have you been crying, Harry?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.”
“Is it so ridiculous to think that you actually have a soul?” You shook your head and laughed. Continuing your walk, “Of course, it’s ridiculous, it’s even silly to think you ever truly loved me.” A punch in the heart, that’s what it felt like to hear those words come out of your mouth, “I mean, a demon, out of every guy I have ever dated, I fell in love with someone who doesn’t even feel love.”
“How do you know that?”
“You wouldn’t have left me in the shits wondering if you were ever coming back or if you loved me at all.” You arrived at your doorstep.
“I didn’t ask you to come back with me for nothing, sweets.”
“But could you understand what I was leaving behind? My whole life I worked for it, my job, my family, my friends… I couldn’t just up and leave when you wanted to but I fucking love you Harry, I still do.” He couldn’t stop thinking of what could’ve happened six months from then if he’d just understood it from your perspective.
“Sweetheart…”
“I keep thinking, if I said yes, I’d still have you, right? But I’d lose everything else.” You began to cry, Tears flowing from your eyes, “I want you in my life, Harry, and I know you can never fully-” Suddenly, he had cut you off with a kiss.
“I was mad, I didn’t see it how you saw it an’ I was so disappointed in myself, I couldn’t do it to yeh.” He sighed and held your face in his hands, “The truth is Y/N, I love yeh so much, so fuckin’ much.”
“What about-”
“I’d rather have yeh than not at all.” He pulled your face closer to his. He looked into your eyes and down at your lips, licking his lips, he leans down and kisses you passionately.
At this moment, Harry, who was tough and cold, was vulnerable and filled with warmth. He wanted nothing but you. To keep you happy and love you until he let go of his last breath.
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“Teach me how to bake.”
As you adjust your gown, you turn towards Harry with a gasp, “You? And Bake?”
"Yeah, me. So you better come along or say goodbye to that precious kitchen of yours.”
"Maybe later.”
"Now, love."
You groan slightly before moving towards him with a feigned frown, you’d never say no to spending time with him but Harry in the kitchen... seemed like a disaster already. He takes your hand in his as you walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. A few helpers are already there, cleaning up but they take a leave when you ask them to attend to other chores.
Now that you have the kitchen to yourselves, you first decide on what you want to make, a simple yet ever-time favourite chocolate cake after which you both rummage through the drawers and get everything needed. You’re busy and you don’t see when Harry leaves subtly and returns back with a band on his wrist and a cooking guide manual.
While you’re measuring the ingredients proportion, you’re stopped by a grip on your hair and turn slightly to see him tying your hair, “your hair might get spoiled,” he said before softly petting your head and turning to get the manual for you to check over.
"You dare follow a manual when I’m here?” You said, as if in utter shock to see him resort to a manual.
“Not everyone is a baker, you see.”
"Ah, then shouldn’t it be baking for dummies?”
“You don't have to roast me like that.”
You don’t reply but motion for him to come forward to grease and dust the pan with cocoa powder. After which, he sets it on preheat and you move to make the batter. As he watches you mix the ingredients, he feels blessed to have you. No one loves him like you do. It’s not very often, or rather never has he ever seen someone care for him so much or even spend time with him besides talking of the urgent matters.
After you divide the batter for the pans, you look up to see Harry looking at you already with heart eyes, “What are you doing? Start with the frosting,” you said while you moved to check up on the heating.
"Yes, Ma’am."
It’s a comfortable silence afterwards for a while. You’d taken a seat on the kitchen stool and observed Harry make the frosting. You don’t know when but you feel something flashed on your face and when you touch it, you see flour all over you.
So this is what Harry had resorted to. You let out a smirked chuckle before slightly tilting your head and grabbing some more flour - throwing it all on his face.
"You didn't just do that!"
"I very much did."
It wasn’t difficult to spot the evil glow in Harry’s eyes which made you instantly take a run, giggling as he chased you. The sound of your bare feet along with your laughter all resonated around the kitchen and down the hall until Harry was able to reach you and grab you before moving back to the kitchen.
"Ah! You started it! Why am I getting bullied?" You said, in between laughs as you tried moving away from his hold and his constant kisses all over your face. "Harry no!" you screamed, trying to hide your face but he held your wrists with one hand as you saw him take more flour in his hand.
Somehow, you got yourself free from his reach and he ended up rubbing the entire flour on his own head. It was a mess but your constant laughter made it worth it. Harry, however, didn’t give up and threw himself on you, rubbing his cheeks with yours, both getting completely drowned in flour.
"No! this is unfair!" you fought back.
When you’d finally set yourself free, you growled in happiness. Of course, it happened because he allowed it and instantly grabbed that chance to kiss you. His palm held your cheek as his lips seduced your lips slowly.
"You're crazy," he chuckled as your foreheads leaned on each other.
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When you’d finally gotten over the craziness, you sat down on the kitchen’s platform and you both looked at each other before Harry gave in and decided to taste the cake. It won’t be that...bad considering you helped him throughout. He cuts the cake and places the slice on a plate and now observes your face - as if motioning you to take the first bite.
"How is it?" He asked, eyes full of hope.
"Not that bad." Harry lets out a relieved sigh, at least it didn’t taste horrible.
“You look awfully happy for someone who would get a C."
Soft music played in the room, your head on Harry’s shoulder as the two of you relaxed against the headrest with your little one on his lap.
It was the end of your little’s princess’s first birthday, more so the end of the day at least.
“Oh look at you my little devil,” Harry picked up his little angel (for him) and soothing over at the wings that had no control yet, his expression unexplainable. If anyone saw him right now he could never be a king, more so the King of Hell.
Your baby girl has been crying and crying, just like teething, wings hurt when they grew in. And a few days ago, small black wings had fluttered up and made the little one giggle.
Harry had the biggest smile in his face as he giggled when Lily tried flapping them. “They’re black too.” He commented and you smiled knowing your wings were white, you were an angel, thinking hers might be white too.
“You two’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Harry admits and you look up at him, giving him a soft smile.
“Yeah?” You asked.
Eyes melting into a warm ember as he tells you earnestly, “I will always be thankful to you my love. For everything. I am honoured to have you as my queen. I…I will take care of you both just as much as you will for me.”
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