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Rose & Thorn
Summary: You’re just trying to write your silly little stories in peace when Harry Styles—yes, that Harry Styles, with the long hair, soft sweater, and rings for days—walks into your favorite café and steals the seat across from you.
What follows?
Flirty banter
Warm chai (that he hates, rude)
Painfully soft glances
And him saying, “I was gonna write lyrics, but now I kinda just wanna write about you.”
Yes, it’s fluffy. Yes, you might blush. Yes, I wrote it at 1AM while thinking, What if Harry fell in love with me while I was just trying to mind my business???
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The bell over the café door jingled, but you didn’t look up.
Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, pausing as you squinted at the blinking cursor on your screen. You were halfway through a sentence, one you’d rewritten three times already, and it still didn’t sound right. You sighed softly, thumbed the edge of your coffee cup, and took another sip of your now-lukewarm latte. Background hums of milk steamers and indie music blended with the occasional murmur of conversation.
This place—Rose & Thorn—had become your usual over the last few months. It wasn’t big, but it had high ceilings, vintage tile floors, plants dangling from copper rods, and deep wooden booths along the back wall. Enough character to feel lived-in, but quiet enough to focus. You loved it here. Not for any grand reason. Just... the peace of it.
You didn’t notice him at first.
Not until the barista stuttered a bit while asking for a name to write on the cup.
Then you glanced up. Casual, curious.
And saw him.
Tall. Slim. Hair long, dark golden brown, pulled half-up but some pieces falling around his face. A soft, oversized green sweater. Black trousers. Rings. A slow smile that looked both unsure and entirely too charming as he gave his name—Harry.
Harry.
Your brain didn’t immediately click. Not until he turned, waiting for his drink, and you caught the sharp line of his jaw. The eyes. The way he looked around the room like he wasn’t trying to be noticed but always would be.
Harry Styles.
You blinked.
You knew it was him. Of course you did. You weren’t living under a rock. But your mind scrambled to catch up with the realness of him. He looked... softer than you expected. A little sleepy, like maybe he hadn’t meant to stay out this late or wake up this early. And he was definitely looking for a place to sit.
There were two open booths. One next to the window, and one—yours.
He glanced toward the front, then toward you.
And started walking over.
You looked back at your laptop fast, pretending to type.
“Sorry,” a voice said, low and warm and just slightly hesitant. “This seat taken?”
You looked up. And there he was, closer now. Tall enough that the light from the window hit his cheekbone just right. Kind enough eyes that it made you forget how unfairly good-looking he was.
“Oh—no,” you said, heart skipping weirdly in your chest. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks.”
He sat, adjusting the chair with a quiet scrape. You tried to act normal. Just some girl in a café. Writing. Not freaking out. Not staring.
He took out a small notebook, leather-bound and worn at the edges, and a pen. No phone. No entourage. Just him, like this was his usual spot too.
A minute passed. Then five.
You tried to focus on your sentence again, but your thoughts were a mess. You could feel him. Not in a weird way, just... there. He had that kind of presence. Big but easy. Confident but not loud. And he was humming under his breath.
You snuck a glance.
He was scribbling something in his notebook. Brow furrowed a little. Lips parted. His tea sat untouched.
Your stomach did a small flip.
And then he looked up at you.
Caught.
You froze.
He smiled, slow and crooked, like he knew.
“Whatcha working on?” he asked, voice still soft. Like he didn’t want to break the quiet of the place too much.
You hesitated. “Just writing.”
“Mm,” he nodded. “Fiction?”
“Sort of.”
He tilted his head. “Sort of?”
“I write articles,” you explained. “But sometimes I write other things. Like... bits of stories. Stuff that’ll never see the light of day.”
Harry smiled wider. “I like that. Secret stories.”
You laughed under your breath. “Not on purpose. Just... never finished anything I felt was good enough.”
He leaned forward a little, interest plain in his eyes. “Can I ask what this one’s about?”
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard again. “A girl. She works in a little café. She’s just... trying to keep her life from falling apart.”
Harry looked around. “She work here?”
You shook your head. “Different place. Messier. Bad coffee.”
“Sounds real,” he said, nodding seriously.
You grinned.
He stuck out a hand. “I’m Harry.”
“I know.”
He laughed, and it was a real one—quiet but warm, like it came from his chest. You liked that laugh.
You gave your name.
He repeated it softly. Then again. Like he was trying it out.
“I like that,” he said. “Suits you.”
You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.
This didn’t feel like some celebrity moment. It didn’t feel like you were talking to him, the Harry you’d seen in music videos or awards shows or late-night interviews. It just felt like... a moment. A strangely quiet, perfectly normal moment with a man who was making you smile too easily.
He nodded at your screen. “Can I read it?”
Your heart leapt. “God, no. It’s—just fragments.”
He leaned back, hands up. “Alright. Maybe next time.”
Next time?
You raised an eyebrow. “You planning on stealing my booth?”
He shrugged. “I think I just did.”
You bit your lip to keep from smiling too much. “Okay, but I get the plug socket. It’s war if you touch my charger.”
“I’d never,” he said solemnly.
He took a sip of his tea, finally. Grimaced.
“Too hot?”
“No, just… chai.”
You laughed.
“You don’t like chai?”
“It tastes like someone dropped a candle in milk.”
You choked on your latte. “That’s oddly specific.”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, still grinning. “It’s accurate, though.”
You shook your head. “Blasphemy.”
For the next twenty minutes, neither of you wrote. Or pretended to. The conversation was easy, weirdly so. You talked about little things—books, music, your mutual distaste for small talk. He asked you if you believed in ghosts. You asked him if he always talked to strangers in cafés.
“Not always,” he said. “Just the pretty ones.”
You stared at him.
He held your gaze, no smirk this time. Just honesty. That kind that didn’t feel rehearsed or smooth.
“I mean it,” he said. “You walked in and I... I couldn’t stop looking.”
“I was already here,” you said, trying to make your voice steady.
He blinked. “Wasn’t I here first?”
You laughed, a little breathless. “No.”
“Shit.”
“What?”
“Means I really didn’t see anything else. Just you.”
Silence stretched. Not awkward. Just... tight. Charged.
You looked down at your cup.
He tapped a ringed finger on the table. “Can I be honest?”
You glanced back up.
“I was trying to think of something to write when I came in,” he said. “Lyrics or whatever. Been stuck for a while. But now I’m thinking I just want to write about this.”
You blinked. “This?”
He nodded once. “You. Today. The way you looked when I sat down—like you were about to vanish if I stared too hard.”
You swallowed. “That’s... intense.”
“I know,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
He smiled, softer this time.
You looked at your screen. Then back at him. “Can I be honest too?”
“Please.”
“This is the weirdest day of my life.”
He laughed. “Fair.”
You hesitated, then added, “But also kinda the best?”
Harry tilted his head, curls shifting. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He looked down, then back up again, eyes a little shy now. “Would it be okay if I asked for your number?”
Your heart thudded. You didn’t answer right away, but only because your brain had short-circuited.
He waited.
You reached for his phone. Typed it in.
Handed it over.
He took it gently. Smiled as he saved it.
Then he looked at you again, really looked.
“I’ll text you,” he said. “Soon. Like... tonight.”
You smiled. “Looking forward to it.”
He paused like he wanted to say something else. Then stood, tea in one hand, notebook in the other.
“I should go. Leave you to your writing.”
You nodded, though a part of you wanted to ask him to stay.
As he turned, he paused at the doorway. Looked back. Gave you a smile that made your stomach twist in the best way.
And then he was gone.
You stared at the empty chair for a moment, stunned.
Then turned back to your laptop.
And started writing again.
But this time, the words came easy.
Because now, your story had a beginning.
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Went and made a little Enkidu OS to tame my hyper-fixation I obtained over the last 7 weeks. Well, Fate fandom it is and some good old Enkidu smut. If you're up for some divine enjoyment (and Gilgamesh losing a battle), here you go!
I warn you, it's, of course, explicit and there is a tiiiiny little bit of dub-con. But nothing really that big.
"tell me about it" I say as I take a sip of the wine and stare at her beautiful face
"Wel first it started with this whole encounter with Wednesday and you know what a handful she can be, then on Tuesday I got a call from the mayor and he's on my back again with all the stuff that is going on in the woods with this "mystery creature" and he thinks it's one of my students, and lastly I have so much paperwork I feel like I could just pass out and I have this neck pain that I can't get rid of"
"oh jeez you've had a crappy week, and you say you have neck pain" I look at her and raise an eyebrow
"yes I've tried everything but it won't go away"
"let me try something" I place my wine onto the table and walk towards her and I feel her eyes burning into me
"oh y/n darling you really don't have to it's fine"
"no I want to larissa" I gently place my hands on her shoulders and start massaging with just enough pressure
"owh goodness" Larissa moaned and bite her hand to stop from moaning
"does that feel nice" I ask already knowing the answer from her moans
"y-yes i-it d-d-does" she says in-between moans
"can I take these pins out of you hair"
"yes" I start taking the pins out of her age and her beautiful platinum hair cascades down her shoulders
"does that feel better" I start massaging into her scalp as I hear her sharp intake of breath
"oh y/n your hands are amazing" she coos
I lean down right beside her ear and whisper "that's not the only thing I can do with these hands" her eyes shot open and blink at your sudden outburst
"y/n i-i uhm"
"shhh don't speak unless I tell you to"
Larissa rose up from her seat and stares at me "who do you think you are talking to darling" she asks as she gave you a mischievous grin
Before you even know your back is up against the wall as she pressed her body onto yours
"I think I should teach you a lesson about who's the boss her dear" she whispers in my ear, a shiver went down my spine into my core
She smirked seeing my reaction "I think it's time for us to head to bed don't you think"
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Hii this whole thing is new to me so I hope this is a good start and I think I'll do/ try smut in the next chapter 😭😭
Also thanks for the people who liked whatever this is ❤️❤️
Summary: "Moments, memories, that’s all that Dan had left to relive, but he could only pick a handful. He only had 7 minutes after-all.
So…he picked. He chose his favorites, a compilation of small and big moments: lying in bed together, moving in together, slow dancing, life-changing questions, and simple nights.
And what they all had in common, was one person..."
A Different Kind of Philly (ao3) - NiniMeggie
Summary: Dan is getting to an age where he is meant to be looking for a bride from one of the neighbouring kingdoms. After messengers are sent from various kingdoms from both lords and kings offering their daughters’ hands, Dan has a lot to consider. His father sends invites to the interested parties of the top three kingdoms and tells his son to pick whichever filly his heart desires. After meeting them, he thinks the Philly he wants is one his father would not approve of.
all the memories i hold dear (ao3) - Ablissa
Summary: "It's not really our anniversary, though," Dan reasons against his own will.
"It's one of our anniversaries," Phil argues.
Dan snorts. "Yeah, one of like, ten."
"Four," Phil corrects him, fondness seeping from his voice.
--
Nine years after meeting Phil for the first time, Dan thinks it's alright that they'll be spending October 19th apart.
But is it really?
beauty (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: maybe there's something special about ferris wheels.
Bluebells (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)
Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.
clothes that look cute on you (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: dan works at a clothing store and he helps phil pick out outfits to wear
Dearest, Dearest (ao3) - QuietBubbles
Summary: A collection of love letters written during the Great War between two young soldiers. Hope you enjoy! <3
Here's To Our Story (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Dan is a bored office worker with a crush on the cute IT guy - Phil.
Naturally Dan decides that the best way to get Phil's attention would be to fabricate a series of technical issues that he has to call Phil to help with. It's just a shame Dan wasn't a little less transparent.
His World (ao3) - Sinninghowlter
Summary: Dan opens the door and before him stands his world.
He's finally home.
Home With A Heartbeat (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze
Summary: Uni’s hard, so sometimes Dan ends up missing lunch. This time he goes to Phil, who gives him not only worried looks, a meal, and cooking skills, but also a home.
Memories in Manchester (ao3) - Spring_Haze
Summary: Dan and Phil feel nostalgic while in Manchester for tour and recall their earliest memories of one another, including their first kiss.
My Shipwrecked Heart (ao3) - outphan
Summary: After his heart gets broken, Dan Howell decides to chase one of his dreams: he enters a competition to go on a Mediterranean cruise! It comes true and along the way, something even better happens.
Pumpkin Pride (ao3) - ThoughtaThought
Summary: Phil's family runs a Pumpkin Patch on the outskirts of a small town. The Howells move into the house next door (but this is the country, so it's like... half a mile away) and Dan grows up hanging out with the Lesters. Each chapter is a moment in their life as they grow up and get together with absolutely zero angst. From 1996-2023.
Ridingstone Hall (ao3) - QuietBubbles
Summary: The turn of the 20th century. Much to his surprise, Daniel, an ordinary orphan, secures a position as tutor to an affluent family in the country. However, this stroke of luck soon runs short as he is thrust into a world eternally on the brink of scandal. Warring parents, unhappy children-and the eldest son, miserably engaged to a socialite, soon begins a beautiful secret scandal of his own…
The Admiral's Birdcage (ao3) - QuietBubbles
Summary: Daniel, an orphaned ward, has never set foot outside the Great House at the top of the High Street. His guardian, the powerful Admiral Malock, grows ever more obsessed with him, and hatches a terrible plan to keep him by his side forever. With Daniel approaching his twenty-first birthday and longing to see the world, Malock will go to any lengths to keep him prisoner. But when Philip, a young clerk, discovers Daniel trapped in his birdcage, a secret friendship leads quickly to love. Though there is danger at every turn, Philip knows he has to set Daniel free…
Alternative Victorian England. Old-fashioned romance, fluff, obsession, danger, and smut. Also a cute kitty! Enjoy!
The right people (ao3) - ykari
Summary: Just the fluffy Soulmate AU you're looking for when you're sad and lonely. Dan and Phil live in a world where you get a mark on your arm on your eighteenth birthday with your soulmate's first words to you. Phil is an hopeless romantic and is quite surprised when his mark turns out to be that long.
The Wallflower's Guide to Love (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne
Summary: Dan is a brilliant but painfully shy and awkward guitar player in a popular local band who prefers to hide from the spotlight. He's content to lose himself in his playing and avoids friendships and emotional attachments, but an accidental run-in with a mystery boy inspires him to reach out to him through anonymous texts.
Too scared that the boy will be disappointed in the real him, Dan doesn't want to reveal his identity and risk losing their surprising connection. When forced to choose between his anonymity and putting his heart on the line, help from an unexpected friendship pushes him far beyond his comfort zone, but will it be too little too late?
watermelon sugar high (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)
Summary: Dan is the son of Hades, god of the Underworld, while Phil is the son of Hebe, goddess of youth and vitality. They couldn't be more different, but somehow they're friends (and maybe a little more).
Characters: Albedo, Aether, Paimon, Kaeya, Rosaria, Sucrose, mentioned Barbara
Tags: fluff, romantic fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, first love, friends to lovers, fluff and humour
Chapter 1
Dragonspine was cold and dangerous. An obviously obvious statement. And yet, Aether this one time underestimated it a little. A few snowflakes falling from the sky surprisingly fast transformed into a snowstorm which kept getting stronger and stronger.
"P-Paimon doesn’t want to become a flying icicle."
Even though she was right next to him, Aether could barely hear her through the storm.
"Well, technically speaking, at this moment, you’re not flying."
"An unremarkable detail," answered Paimon from under Aether’s coat. The wind would blow her away if she tried to go on her own. "Are we near?"
"I think so, it’s hard to notice anything."
To be honest, he had no idea where they were. All he could see was the whitest whiteness possible, with occasional spots of gray. Was he even walking in one direction, or just kept going round in circles?
Then he noticed something green. It was the weirdest possible color in a place like this, and the most beautiful one at the same time. A whole wall of green! He sped up.
Up close, Aether noticed that said green wall was in fact a densely growing ivy. He could think of only one reason why it was here: someone made it. And he knew someone incredibly good at alchemy who was his only hope in this situation.
"Albedo? Albedo, are you there?"
Silence.
One.
Two.
Three.
"Al-"
"Come in."
Aether carefully pushed the ivy aside and stepped in. The camp looked exactly like always, except the fact it was now cut off from the world. Even though he could still hear the wind, it was much calmer inside.
"It isn’t wise to stay in the mountains during such weather." Albedo stood with his back to Aether, looking at two bottles with unidentified contents. Probably he was in the middle of some experiment, like always.
"I could say the same about you."
"But you would be in trouble if I wasn’t here, wouldn’t you?"
"I don’t deny that."
"Look, maybe that’s the reason I’m here – to save the lost wanderers?"
"Both of us know it’s pretty unlikely."
Aether couldn’t see his face, but he’s got the feeling Albedo smiled, at least a little.
"Sit down. I’ll be done with it soon. You’re freezing, I assume."
"And you’re right!" Paimon got out from under Aether’s coat and flew closer to the fire. „It’s a true nightmare outside, NIGHT-MARE."
Nothing was said since then for some time. Tired, Paimon fell asleep on Aether’s lap while he was silently watching precise, smooth movements of Albedo. Sometimes he muttered something under his breath. He was in his own world right now, and Aether definitely didn’t want to be the one who will get him out of it. It was weirdly relaxing to watch him like this. Finally, the alchemist turned around.
"Done. What are you doing on Dragonspine right now, again?"
"Just a commission."
"Just a commission isn’t worth your life."
"The weather was nice most of the time. It got worse after we started going back."
"I see." Albedo sat down next to Aether. „Why are you still wearing the hood?"
"Ah, I’ve completely forgotten!"
The moment Aether took off his hood, Albedo smirked.
"Your hair is a complete mess."
"Well, it was a hard day for them."
"Yes, indeed."
A bit of awkward silence. Crackling fire. Wind noise. Dim light.
"Let me braid your hair."
"Huh?"
"Just like you said: it was a hard day for them. They deserve some love."
"Y-yeah, sure."
Aether let his hair down and turned to Albedo. After a moment, he felt a delicate touch on his head. He shuddered slightly. It was this a little weird yet pleasant feeling when someone was brushing your hair. Kind of electrifying and relaxing. Suddenly a second felt like an hour.
"You have really long hair. I don’t notice it so much when you have them in a braid."
Aether didn’t know what to say, so he was just sitting still.
"It has to be kinda troubling to take care of them, isn’t it?"
"Well, yes, sometimes. To be honest, there was… someone who always was helping me with braiding my hair because it takes me so long to do it myself."
A few seconds of silence.
"Your sister, right?"
"…Yeah."
Thoughts of Aether gone very far away. Even he didn’t know exactly where. To the time when they were travelling together? To their first meeting in Teyvat? To the Abyss? What was she doing right now? Was Enjou with her? Was she safe? Why didn’t she want to be together with his brother, just like in good old times?
"Don’t slouch." Aether would probably have thought up a thousand more questions, but Albedo made him come back to the camp.
"Sorry."
"Don’t apologize."
Albedo was slowly finishing his hair. Aether didn’t know why, but he got the feeling the alchemist was deliberately taking his time with it.
"You know, my master gave me… a rather weird goal. But there must be a reason why, isn’t it? Sometimes we simply cannot develop when we stay forever with the same person. Just as flowers, we need time to grow."
Aether smiled.
"Kinda poetic."
"Maybe." Albedo moved away. Aether immediately felt emptiness. "I finished."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
"No, not for this! I mean… also for this! But for your words, too."
„No problem, I said."
They sat just as before, but now it was more awkward. Out of nowhere, the silence was broken by Paimon’s snoring. They both burst out laughing.
"W-well… Now… Let me braid your hair," said Aether without looking at Albedo.
"But they’re perfectly fine."
"As a thank you!"
"You already thanked me a moment ago."
Aether sighed in frustration.
"Why do need to make everything so complicated, Albedo?"
He smiled. He must have smiled!
"Okay, if you insist so much…"
"I insist."
The roles changed. Aether mentally pleaded his hands not to tremble so much. It was normal. Perfectly normal. Nice and normal. Something all friends do.
Albedo looked up at the ivy. The snowstorm continued. It should be midnight by now.
"It looks like you will have to stay here till the morning."
"Yes, sorry about that."
"No problem." Albedo turned to face Aether. He hesitated about something.
"Hey, I didn’t fini-"
He came closer. And closer. And then their faces were as close to each other as possible.
“Y-Yoo!” She sounded stiff, out of place, somehow from the wrong planet, and yet Kongming turned to her and put on one of those gentle, friendly, almost charming smiles.
“Good morning, Eiko-san.”
She unintentionally blew a blonde strand out of her face before she put her hands on her hips and nodded. She had no words, no idea what to say. The only thing she noticed was the distant hint of sadness behind Kongming’s facade.
Ever since she had once misjudged him, only to be taught better, she had been paying close attention to his every action. Maybe she wasn’t smart enough to fully understand him, but this time she could see him. She could clearly perceive the feeling in his eyes.
It gave her confidence that she was on the right path. A little courage, but no words.
“Eiko-san? Are you all right?” Zhuge’s head tilted. “You are a little pale”
“E-everything’s fine!” Hastily she waved it off, smiled, opened her mouth once more, but remained silent. What did someone say to somebody whose heart they wanted to win over? Whose suffering they wanted to feel, to be just a bit closer to them?
Paripi Koumei! Fanfiction “A Song of War and Understanding”
Some fluff as an early birthday present for crazyviking. Happy birthday!
Things couldn't have been worse. First, Eret had not returned to Drago's camp with precious reptiles. Then a shield-maiden on a Deadly Nadder had snatched him off his boat, making him beg for mercy in the face of death. Finally, the other shield-maiden of Berk had demanded a chicken and yak dinner, by the full moon.
"You know, if our situations were reversed your brother would be gutting me," Eret grumbled, straining against his bonds.
