How about a dystopian au with Harrison where he is the son of the evil dictator (or other evil leader idk really) and the reader is captured but the reader and Haz fall in love?
Warnings: Mentions of beating and abuse. This is lowkey intense but like it’s ok.
A/n: It hurts me too much to make Harrison’s parent(s) the “evil dictators” with everything going on with him and their fam. I appreciate the story so I’m doing it a little different, if that’s ok.
The dark times came with a lot of uncertainty. Parents being ripped away from their children to work horrific jobs, children being taken away as prisoners, people fleeing Lothlow and leaving their families for a better future. Harrison didn’t want any harm to come to his family. So, he did the only thing he could think to do to protect them, work for the enemy. Harrison’s stomach turned at the idea of having to work for the world leader, but if it meant that his mother, sister, brother and his family were safe, he wouldn’t hesitate.
His very first day on the job, his supervisor told him that he would be standing guard for one of the prisoners. Swallowing the growing lump in his throat, Harrison followed Miles, the stone cold lieutenant down to the prison cells where they were bringing the newest prisoner in.
Her hair was stringy, matted together with her ripped clothing hanging loose from her body. She looked like she had been beaten before hand, as they usually like to deal with the prisoners that had a little fight left in them. It didn’t work too well considering she was thrashing against the guards that were throwing her into the cell and locking it behind her. Her screams at them fell on deaf ears as she pleaded to be let go against the iron bars. She was met with blank, hard expressions as the exited the room, leaving Harrison to stand guard in front of the cell.
Your world had caved in around you. Soldiers going from house to house, tearing families from inside to have them separated into groups. You could still hear your mother’s cries for you as they drug her away. They rang in your ears as the silence of the prison cell enveloped you.
You tucked into the corner of the small room, hiding behind the bed as sobs wracked your body. This is how you stayed as the warm glow outside the window darkened with only the moonlight as your only light source. It continued like this for days.
Harrison kept his post, his heart aching with every cry that fell from your lips. He watched as food trays were left at your cell only to be taken away later untouched. The only solitude he seemed to find was when he returned home late at nights, but couldn’t stop thinking of you. He didn’t know how much longer you could survive like this.
“Please.” He finally said when no one was around. “Please stop crying.”
The soft tone of voice halted your cries for a brief moment. “What?” You asked him.
“I know it’s probably awful—what you went through, but it’s pretty awful out here... having to listen to such a beautiful girl cry her eyes out.” The guard spoke keeping his back towards you.
“Beautiful? How would he know I was beautiful?” You wondered to yourself, looking down at the tragic state you were in.
Just then another guard came to bring you a tray full of what you assumed to be lunch. Time was hard to conceptualize here.
“You should eat that.” The young man said quietly once the other guard had left. “Doesn’t look like much but you’ll need your strength.”
For the first time since you’d arrived, you felt your stomach rumble, begging for some kind of sustenance. You cautiously make your way over to the tray, finding a piece of slightly stale bread and some sort of soup. If you were picky, you wouldn’t have looked twice at the meal, but this was no time to be picky. Harrison smiled to himself when he heard you actually eating.
“What’s your name, Love?” He asked in a gentle tone.
You paused, mouthful of bread, pondering whether or not you should talk to the man who was currently keeping you captive.
“What do you have to lose?” A small voice in the back of you head asked.
“Y/n.” You spoke up after a beat.
The guard checked to make sure no one was around then turned into the bars previously at his back. “I’m Harrison.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. His ice blue eyes piercing right through you.
Why would a man working for one of the most vile dictators in history be so kind towards you? Why on earth would he ask for your name or want you to eat? In the days and weeks that followed, your mission had become to find those answers. Talking with Harrison, getting to know him. There wasn’t really much else to do after all.
Soon Harrison became more of a friend and confidante to you. He began taking a few more night shifts just to stay up and talk with you. Feelings developed when you realized how incredible he was. He didn’t take this job to “join the revolution” but protect his family from it. Harrison was really one of the greatest people you’d ever met.
Though one morning, he came into stand guard rather on edge. You woke up that morning to find his back turned to you, as usual, but stiffen under your touch.
“Morning, Haz.” You greeted him in a sweet but groggy tone. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. I think they’re on to me.” He whispered harshly.
“Oh...” You retreated back slightly.
“No, no, Love, I’m—“ Harrison turned to face you, his face dropping. “I’m gonna try and get you out of here. It’ll be dangerous, but I have to try.” His eyes softened as he looked at your through the bars.
In a quick moment and with very little thought, you leaned through the narrow gap, tugging him by his shirt into to you to kiss his lips. The time your lips touched was brief but damn if it didn’t feel good.
“Thank you.” You breathed out.
“I haven’t done it yet, My Love.” He giggled at a whisper and quickly turned around before anyone could catch him.
Harrison didn’t know when he took this job that he would be adding another member to his family. Another person to love, and another person to protect, but he would protect you... even to his last breath.
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