#harry and belle

[itsnevercasual]

Sweet Creature

harry styles masterlist

pairing: kinda dark!harry styles x reader

summary: harry’s mother finds a girl on the side of the street one day while harry’s away. he hears about her for months, until he finally decides to see for himself. expecting her to be an undercover rat, he is surprised to find a girl more similar to a deer in headlights.

warning: kinda dark harry kinda alludes to him doing illegal, mafia type stuff but it isn’t specified. third person writing instead of second, READER DOESN’T USE HER REAL NAME!!! she will eventually just not yet.

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harry had been hearing about some girl non-stop. by who, you may ask?

his mother.

his sweet, kind mother somehow found a girl who was living on the streets, took her in (gave her his room!), and is obsessed with her.

“oh, harry, she’s just the sweetest! gemma says she’s like a kicked puppy, but she’s just so sweet. this morning, i woke up, and she’d cleaned the whole house! and i asked her why, because i obviously didn’t tell her to, and she said she figured she should. you’d love her. proper sweetheart.”

and honestly, it was sweet. he probably would like her if he wasn’t the way he is. because the way he is, he thinks it’s a trap. he thinks she was never really living on the streets, and it’s a ploy. someone found his family and is trying to ruin it.

but, of course, he’d never let his mother know of the way he actually is and thinks, or what he does for a living.

“she sounds lovely, mum. what did you say her name was?”

“she says it’s belle. she’s always singing some french song. i think she lived in france before she got here.. i’m not sure. she isn’t very talkative.”

“she got an accent?”

“a little bit of everything, hazza. when will you come visit? i think you have to be the one to tell her that your room is hers now. she keeps saying ‘harry’s room’ and ‘your son’s room’. i feel horrible!”

“she’s probably just weary mum. if she was on the streets before, she probably just doesn’t want to jinx it.”

“you’re right.. gosh, she won’t even let gemma and i buy her things. she just borrows gemma’s clothes and apologizes a bunch for it. i’m not sure what to do.”

“i’ll come visit soon.”

—

and he did. a surprise visit in the middle of the night, because he was convinced he’s find this belle girl doing shady things .

except when he snuck in the front door, the house was quiet.

alright, he supposes, she’s stealthy.

so he goes upstairs and quietly opens his bedroom door.

and that’s when it’s a little louder. a girl is twisted and turning and mumbling in her sleep on his bed.

all she is saying, from what he can hear, is no. no, no, no, no, no. please, no.

and he feels a little bad, so he walks over to tap her. when that doesn’t work, he shakes her.

her eyes snap open and she has probably the worst reaction possible in this situation.

she fucking screams. like a goddamn banshee.

and sure, it lasts for maybe five seconds, probably four, but she definitely woke his mother up. and it’s so loud, he backs up to the doorway.

gemma was probably still passed out. she would sleep through the world ending.

“hey! it’s just me, calm down!”

she squinted at him through the darkness before yanking the chain on the lamp, turning it on.

he could hear her practically hyperventilating from the doorway.

she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized him from the photos in the living room.

“you really are jumpy, huh?”

“i woke up to a random man hovering over me,” she deadpans.

he almost laughs.

“it’s my room.”

and it’s like a fucking switch. her breaths are staggered and labored, but she still rushes out a whole ass monologue. kicked puppy, indeed.

“oh, my god. i am so sorry. i forgot. i can— i can take the couch— you probably want to sleep in your bed. i’m sorry, anne didn’t say you were coming by or else i would’ve cleaned up—“

the room is spotless, probably cleaner than when he stays in it, but harry doesn’t say that.

“i’ll just.. grab my blanket and stuff and go to the couch. i’m so sorry, i didn’t know—“

“relax,” he finally says. “i knew you’d be in here. i was just.. grabbing a pillow. didn’t realize mum was serious about you being jumpy.”

“oh.. uh.. are you sure? i can take the couch—“

“belle— belle, right?” she nods. “go back to bed. i have slept on plenty of couches. i will survive.”

“i feel bad.”

“well, don’t.”

he should feel bad. she is very clearly not dangerous unless she is a phenomenal actress.

“you’re not mad, are you? because i can sleep on the couch—“

“jesus, are y’gonna cry?”

“i can’t help it! i’m sorry!—“

“what on earth is going on— harry! what did you do!” anne asked as she rushed through the doorway, moving to sit next to belle.

“i didn’t do anything!” he defends.

“he didn’t do anything, anne,” she repeats. “just.. frightened me, is all.”

anne gives her a look before pulling her into a hug, and she just flips another switch and instead of watering eyes, she sobs.

who the hell is her acting coach? maybe he could take a few lessons.

“h, go get her a cuppa.. and there’s those baby yogurt melts in the cupboard.”

he doesn’t comment on the fact that belle is at the very least 19, and probably shouldn’t be eating baby food.

—

the next morning, belle made her way downstairs quietly. she was surprised to see harry making a cup of tea this early, but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to disturb his peace.

she adjusted her earbuds in her ear (anne offered to buy her better ones, airpods or something, but she was fine with her earbuds, even if the wire was a pain in the ass), so they didn’t fall out as she walked.

once she made it into the kitchen, she walked into the pantry, grabbing some random granola bar.

when she turned, she jumped. harry was right behind her. well, in front of her now.

“sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of his way.

he muttered something she didn’t understand.

“um.. sorry about.. last night. i’m kind of jumpy.”

“i noticed.”

he was very short. he didn’t seem to like her much.

“you can.. uh.. take your.. room back.. if you want.”

“it’s yours. i’m fine.”

“are you—“

“i’m sure.”

rude. why was he so rude? what had she done to him? well, besides scream at him, but in her defense, he was just hovering over her! that’s weird!

—

harry still didn’t trust her after a week of being there. she kept to herself for the most part, although he was pretty sure he heard her and gemma giggling in the middle of the night.

he just couldn’t figure out who sent her. why she was here.

his mother explained her freakout when he showed up eventually.

“you gotta be careful with her, h. she’s like.. a bunny, in a way. if you aren’t careful in how you approach her and speak to her, she bolts. first day she was here, i asked her what happened, because she had this horrible cut on her cheek. locked herself in your room for a week. i think whatever put her on the streets is a sensitive topic, and was difficult for her.”

“i jus’ dunno if i trust her, mum.”

“well, i do. she’s sweet, she just needs to warm up to you. she warmed up to me and gemma after about a week or two.. and she’s been more jumpy when gem brings michael around. so.. she might just need a minute.”

“the whole thing just seems.. shady.”

“she’ll tell us when she’s ready. and until then, you’ll make her feel welcomed. speaking of, i’m gonna go wash her clothes. poor girl won’t let us buy her anything. she just has these same clothes she had and a few things gemma convinced her to use.”

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a/n: little thing i wrote on a plane, part 2 soon-ish maybe

[fuddlyduddly]

[toorumlk]

— The Scholar and her Knight

[princessbellecerise]

SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL LORD HAVE MERCY

ON A THURSDAY HARRY?!

(oh and btw, I’ve missed you guys <3 sorry for the time away, I needed a break. Hope you guys can understand :)

[prettybabybaby]

thoughts on shy reader being super horny and remus just. knows. so he gets super brazen and makes the reader ride him

i wrote one with a similar to this ! here's the link !

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

¡ marauders masterlist !

remus sensed your frustration hours ago, even before you did. the way you unconsciously clasped his hand and moved it to your lap making it clear to him. you wiggled around, all focus lost as you tuned out of the conversation. lingering looks were shot in his direction, scanning the side of his face as he pretended not to notice.

he liked seeing the internal struggle, only relenting and pulling you away after a quiet, "rem..."

now you're perched on his mattress, thighs closed and hands gripping the hem of your skirt. your lips are obviously bitten and you move to sink your teeth into them again as remus saunters over to you. your glazed eyes run down his frame as he shrugs off his sweater.

remus shakes out his mousy hair as he throws the thick fabric to the side, glancing down to see you still staring at his lean stomach. he grins, catching the way your shift your thighs. a hand falls onto your head, caressing your hair and running down your cheeks, lifting your face. your flesh is hot and your breathing is uneven as he leans in closer to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. you lean into it, lips still puckered as he pulls away.

he removes his belt, chuckling silently at the way your face brightens. you look down and he sits, back against the headboard of his bed.

a light tap to his thigh has you crawling towards him obediently, chest rising and falling as you climb on top of you. his lips move against yours instantly, loving the squeak of surprise as his hand follows the path between your thighs to your core without his usual relentless teasing.

the cotton of your panties is drenched in arousal. his poor girl. remus slides his fingers over the front of them, relishing in the soft moan the action pulls from you.

remus releases your lips, laying a peck to your nose. your face tilts upwards, lips ready to melt into his as you press your body into his. he chuckles, holding your chin as he gives you a quick kiss, "eager?"

you look away and remus grins wolfishly, a short laugh coming out of his nose. he pushes you back gently, enough to give him access to the button of his pants. he pops it open, watching your face as he pulls down the zipper, exposing the bulge trapped in his underwear.

"go on then," he says, "use me."

you swallow, dropping your head into his chest to hide your face. you shake your head, embarrassed, "please..."

"you can do it," he murmurs, pushing your hair aside and kissing your ear. you shiver, a hesitant hand inching closer and closer to his twitching length. you look up at him, eyes glassy and lust-filled as your touch brushes over him.

remus places fingers grip your hand, pushing it against his hard cock. you take a deep breath as he glides your hands towards his waistband, "c'mon, sweet girl. you got it."

you whine, gently pulling at the band until his cock jumps free. your eyes glaze and he feels your hips move. remus takes your hand again, bringing to his mouth and spitting on the palm. you gasp, lips parting as he guides you downwards. you pump his cock a few times, hips moving against his thigh in time with your strokes.

"c'mon, dove," he drawls, "sit."

you release a shaky breath, rising to your knees as you inch closer to him. you blink rapidly as you try to avoid his gaze, cunt hovering over his length. you shut your eyes again, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face in his neck.

he grins again, the hands on your hips moving to your top and lifting the fabric. you whimper at the contact of his skin on yours. "sit," he says again, "y'can do it."

you nod, reaching under your skirt to shove your panties to the side, sighing as the head of him nears your aching hole. you sink down slowly and remus flexes his thighs to control himself as you squeeze him, taking him fully. your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut and a content moan slipping from your lips.

"look at me, love," he mumbles, fighting the urge to rut into you. it takes you a few seconds but you oblige, teary eyes meeting his. he leans forward to mouth at your neck, letting you use him to your hearts content.

[userarmand]

[whoslinger]

Little switcheroo stuff I did back in the day of my favourite games of all time.

Micah in Harry's outfit is my favourite one.

[dxscxndxnts]

D3 Rewatch

Y’all, there are two moments that may have gone unnoticed. I can’t remember cuz it was FIVE YEARS AGO but in the spirit of Rise of Red coming, here’s another random analysis posts.

Two Harry Hook moments in D3 stuck out to me

His whole character in D2 centered around being an unhinged second hand to Uma. In D3 he was more played out to be a MASSIVE flirt, very obnoxious, and still very unhinged.

Except:

(To Ben) You’re probably just gonna throw us all back inside.

(To Mal, on Uma’s behalf) You talk pretty, but she’s already made up her mind.

In these moments, for just a brief second, HARRY HOOK SEEMS SANE.

The situation gets real. His safety (and Uma’s) are not only threatened but guaranteed to be tanked with the return to hell on earth, and his unhinged facade (come on, its a cover) drops.

You can also say it drops when the groups reconvene after finding Ben and he asks Uma if she’s okay all quiet like, but lbr we’re all rewatched that scene to its death, Harry being soft to Uma is nothing new.

Anybody else glance this?

[basiatlu]

Day 27: Costume

Pansy and Hermione decide to set up our boys in a special couple’s costume for the Halloween party - unbeknownst to them, of course.

[d0gmeats]

😵‍💫

[sky-snz]

An itch that takes multiple good tries sneezes to get rid of.

One, to break the surface tension, a first hard hammer swing at the carnival game contraption, just barely enough to ring the bell at the top.

Two, to help it along. It’s followed by a mindless sniffle, and those have been much more plentiful, generous even, sometimes scratching the itch and sometimes shifting against the sensitive nasal membrane just the wrong way, and then they’re leaning back in the chair, knowing they’re about to reach-

Three, and at this point, they’re panting a little. Eyes that were once softly focused are now blinking, and wincing at the pressure and burning pressing into the left side of their sinuses, they sniffle again, gently pressing their fingers against warm, wet nostrils. 

Four and Five tear out unapologetically, seeming to barrel like cattle through a flimsy gate. They suck in a rather soupy sniffle, and sigh. Annoyance swims in their bleary eyes, which dart around for a couple of seconds before their other hand quickly reaches to pull a tissue from the box on their left. But the box’s contents are dwindling, and they have to shake the white delicate three-layered sheet for it to come out. They know they’ll need a second one, the fetching of which requires the same silly method. Quickly, they layer the tissues, and with their chest heaving with more preparatory breaths, lift them with a fairly dramatic gasp.

Sihh- Or... No. Not… Not yet? Siiii…. Sihhh’HIHH’—- No. Fuck.

They sigh, and sniff loudly, blinking down at the soft, neatly-folded landing pad they’ve acquired. In their frustration, they lift two fingers to scrub aggressively at the sore, indecisive appendage at the centre of their face, which can only offer a watery stream down their upper lip, through rounded nostrils that blush more deeply at the abuse. Clicking, squeaking, and another harsh sniffle whistles through the troubled, swollen passages, introducing cool air against newly aggravated, reddened stretches of irritated nasal membrane, their fingers finally relent, and-

Six. Seven. Some watery blinks, and an improvised series of eighth note breaths, and-

Eight, Nine, Ten; wrenching and useless,

Then a long, high-pitched gasp, pulled from the depths of their thorax, and out bursts Eleven, which mercilessly tears through damp layers of tissue. They feel the heat of a tear create a thin trail down their stiff, reddened face, before they sniffle again noisily and reach for more tissues that pull the poor, steadily hollowing box with them, tumbling across the table. Clutching the sodden wad of tissues to their disruptive nose, they one-handedly fold the new tissues and have to pinch the mess away from their warm, still-leaking nostrils before replacing them.

Twelve rips against the roof of their mouth, scraping the back of their throat and sending a hurricane blast of air and moisture that the tissues can barely contain. Awful, and the same time delicious - it sweeps the ticklish sensation away in one violent, punctuating go.

A pained, shaky mix of a sigh and groan creeps from their lips. That one must have hit the bell. Sitting there in a soft daze, they can feel the brass reverberations ringing between their temples.

[dusty-pistol]

Some Harry for yall + a doodle in the corner for you fiends cuz I KNOW YALL...

[sparklyoats]

A fuckboy will always break your heart - Harry Styles.

Summary: Summary: Hooking up with one of your friends couldn’t possibly do much damage in the friend group, right?

Word count: 1.5k.

Wattpad.

Part one.

Life had continued on since the party and everything that went on there. Of course it had. I mean, why would the world stop just because I wasn’t feeling great ?

Even the weather had been great, lots of sunshine. Which was nice for my walks to and from work. But the lovely weather also brought along happy people. Happy, loving, friend groups, or couples. It was as if the universe was taunting me, laughing at me.

It had been a few weeks already. I hadn’t spoken to either of them. Sure they had tried to reach out. Mostly Sigrid, of course. It was as if she had no idea of what had went wrong. The first week she had messaged me as she normally would. Letting me know of all the drama that had went on, either at work or in the friend group. Not even once during that week had she even asked how I was doing or even wondered why I wasn’t responding. At least that’s how it seemed. It wasn’t until I sent a message back telling her I needed some space.

‘Wait. What. Why ?’ she had sent back.

I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her the truth. Eventually I just told her that work had been crazy lately. Because it had. But that obviously wasn’t why I needed space.

A few weeks ago she had been the wonderful host of a party for our friend group. I say ‘our’, but really it’s hers. I’m really only a part of it because of her. And of course, for someone that’s never really had more than one or two friends at the time, it was lovely to be part of. But now I was alone again.

The party had been good for me. The alcohol made me loosen up a bit, as it usually did. The dancing made me happy. But I had never thought the night would end the way it did. I had stayed back at Sigrid’s place as everyone else went out to continue partying. I had slept a bit it seemed, because at 3am I woke up in Sigrid’s bedroom. There had been some noise from the living room waking me up, and I had ventured out to see what it was. I had never in my wildest imagination though I would see what went on before me in that living room. Harry and Sigrid on the sofa, making out.

It had startled me, and in my panic I had left in a hurry.

Now it was a few weeks later and I finally felt ready to talk to Sigrid. I had had time to think, and came to the conclusion that I at least should let her know what was going on with and maybe even let her explain herself. Not necessarily for her sake, but i wanted to know. Had it been a spur of the moment thing, or had she had feelings all along. I needed to know.

So here I was, sat at a table for two outside of a café, waiting.

I had messaged Sigrid yesterday, letting her know that I wanted to see her. To talk. And she had agreed to meet.

I had already ordered a glass of white wine, half of it already drunken. Of course. I was nervous. Picking at my nails, and one of my legs was bouncing up and down slightly, as I awaited her arrival. As i picked up the wine glass to take another sip, i noticed her making her way towards the gate that lead in to the little garden space i was sitting in. She waved cheerfully with a grin as she made her way, zig zagging between the other tables, and eventually she made it to ours. “Hey gorgeous.” She said as she gave me a slight squeeze on my shoulder.

“Hi Sig.”

We sat in silence for a bit as Sigrid looked through the menu for a drink for herself.

“I will have the Rosé, please.” She told the waiter.

“And I will have another white, please.” I added.

As the waiter left with our orders, Sigrid took off her sunglasses and laid them neatly beside her purse on the table.

“So… How have you been?” She asked. I could tell she was nervous. Didn’t really know what to do or say. I was nervous as well. I had tried to think everything over in my head. Trying to figure out how to let it all out. To say it right.

“I have been okay�� Life has been a bit busy lately… so… yeah…”

She looked at me, waiting for me to say more, but as I didn’t, she added.

“Yes, you mentioned…” With an annoyed expression on her face. It was always like this between us. At least when I wasn’t feeling well. I would go quiet and she would have to pry it out of me. It annoyed her. I knew that. And I really did try. Especially today.

“I saw you. That night.” I looked up at her to try and see how she would react. Confused, she said.

“What ? What night ?… can you please just tell me what it is ? Im not a fucking mind reader Y/n.”

Now I was annoyed. I knew she was right, of course I did. But it still annoyed me. I took a deep breath.

“I saw the two of you on the sofa that night. After your party… “ I said and looked down at my hands that were resting on the table yet picking away at the nail beds. I decided to take a sip of my wine, a big one, before carrying on.

“Remember the party you hosted ?” She nodded.

“Remember how I stayed back at your place to sleep as you all went out?” She nodded again.

“ Well, I woke up in the middle of the night to some noise coming from the living room, so I ventured out to see what it was. And that’s when I saw the two of you on the sofa making out. And i just… “

She interrupted.

“ Of course we were on the sofa. You were sleeping in my bed.” She said, grinning.

“What’s this got to do with anything?” She continued.

I looked at her, slightly surprised.

“Um, well… I mean… I just… I don’t understand why you would even do that in the first place… you knew I liked him… “

Now she was the one surprised.

“Who exactly do you think I was with that night, Y/n?” A small smile on her face letting me know that she knew exactly what I had been thinking. She continued

“I met that guy down at the pub, darling… maybe he looked similar to Harry in the dark. I don’t know. But I surely would never go after him. He is not my type at all and you should really know that by now.” She laughed. I joined her in laughing. My face red, either it be from blushing or the alcohol, I didn’t really know or care. “Oh my god… Sig, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just please don’t take so long to tell me… next time, I mean.” She said reassuringly.

“You got it.” We both raised our glasses and cheered. “So, do tell… What have you been up to these last few weeks?” I asked.

I felt so stupid to believe she would ever do something like that to me. I mean, this was Sigrid. My best friend since forever. The one who taught me basically everything. Okay, maybe not everything. But she’s always been there for me.

Sigrid had told me what else had went on after the group went out without me. Apparently Maria had gotten so drunk she had puked outside the pub as they got there, so they sent her home in a taxi. Not unusual of her, really. Also, Matthias and Lina had apparently hooked up. Surprisingly. But looking back, maybe not such a surprise after all.

The biggest surprise though was Harry. Apparently he had been quiet and moody the entire time. Why that was, Sigrid didn’t know. We both knew he could be like that sometimes, but no one ever really got him to talk about what was going on. He always either stayed quiet or pretended everything was okay and talked about anything else.

I suppose in that way we were quite similar.

“Hey Y/n… I have an idea.” She looked at me with an excited expression on her face. Oh dear, I thought. “Do tell…” I said rather comprehensive.

“Maybe it would be good for you to move on… don’t look at me like that, just hear me out.” She said. “I’m going to set you up on a blind date.” She said. “And it’s not up for a discussion.” She added. Blushing, I figured why the hell not. I raised my glass, “Cheers, to moving on.”

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Authors note:

Thank you for reading! If you like my writing do feel free to reblog and like - and please let me know if you'd like a part three

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[naw-sya]

Golden trio? Maybe this one?

[awkward-parabuteo]

An outfitted dude ;>

[prettybabybaby]

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: dark!regulus x innocent!reader

content: noncon

your hand feels good around regulus’ leaking cock despite the fact that his own hand lays atop it, guiding it. your eyebrows are furrowed in distress above your pink eyes and you’re sniffling uncontrollably, your lips swollen from your teeth and slick with your spit. regulus thinks you’re being a little dramatic.

you’re not looking at him, vision instead directed at his stiff cock in your hands. you appear dazed and a little confused, scared, almost. regulus doesn’t think you’ve ever had a cock so close to you before and that thought makes him pulse. he follows your gaze and watches his hand move yours between his thighs. he watches your fingers glide over protruding veins, glisten with his glossy and sticky precum. regulus tightens the pressure against your hands, instantly feeling the squeeze around himself.

you glance up at him, puffy pout trembling, cheeks stained with drying streaks of tears. regulus’ hips jerk into your hand, his mouth parting and releasing a shaky breath that blows against your face. you look surprised, quickly blinking twice in reaction to the suddenly sharp movement.

you look down again as regulus lets himself rut upwards, observing the way your face contorts and your eyes flash. you try to pull your hand away, something you had stopped attempting the first time a threat blew past his lips. you knew very well that regulus’ threats were never empty.

a stray tear trickles down your face as your resistance dies down again as soon as his breath fans your ear. you choose to turn your head, focusing on the gravel beneath your feet.