#librarian harry

[intothestacks]

As a children's librarian, people who harass fans of Harry Potter indiscriminately really worry me.

Here's why.

1. The majority of Harry Potter fans are children.

I've had people call me disgusting and scum and an embarrassment to my disabled community. I've been suicide baited and have received death threats. All of this can be heavy enough stuff for an adult to deal with.

And then I think of how most of my 700+ elementary-aged students are huge Harry Potter fans. Because, you know, Harry Potter is a children's series. And they also have access to the internet and social media like TikTok and YouTube.

Now imagine the stuff that's been said to me being said to a kid. Because Harry Potter's main audience are KIDS.

2. This black-and-white mentality isn't healthy.

Very few things in life are cut-and-dry good vs bad. And if you employ this kind of thinking in one area of your life, odds are you'll apply it to other areas too(more on that in a moment).

And people who go out of their way to harass people who like Harry Potter don't seem to particularly care about any context beyond "If you like Harry Potter in any way whatsoever you're scum".

It hasn't mattered when I've pointed out that I absolutely and unequivocally think Rowling's TERF views are awful and scummy and wrong. It hasn't mattered that I try my best to consume the content only in ways that won't monetarily support her, (which kids typically can't do, btw). It hasn't mattered that it's literally in my job description to keep up with children's media to procure content for my patrons as well as to be able to hold conversations with them.

3. Saying "You're not allowed to read this without being harassed" is no different from saying a book should be banned.

This is ironic, seeing as the people doing the harassing are also often up in arms about queerphobic and racist book bans (as they should be) while demanding book bans of their own.

Because in their all-or-nothing way of thinking, book bans are only bad when the "bad" people do it.

No. Book bans are always bad, no exceptions.

Book bans aren't bad because they're banning the "good" books, they're bad because banning access to different ideas is always bad. Because every book has a lesson to teach us (perhaps not the lesson intended by the author, but a lesson nonetheless).

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masterlist key:

☾ angsty

ᡣ𐭩 fluff

ִ ࣪𖤐ִ smut

Boxer!Harry

a fight for us ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's fighting for respect for his girl

i'm okay baby ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact

grovelling ᡣ𐭩

a silly little blurb

TattooArtist!Harry

girls who drink espresso martinis ᡣ𐭩

where he's an asshole but she's pretty

be mine bee ᡣ𐭩

harry officially asks bee to be his.

Pleasing Pâtisserie ᡣ𐭩

a silly little story about the business name

happy birthday my moon ᡣ𐭩ִ ࣪𖤐

it's harry's birthday!

so you wanna marry me? ᡣ𐭩 ִ ࣪𖤐

harry's overworking himself for money to afford for the future.

no big deal ☾ᡣ𐭩

something so small can mean the world to the other person.

Miscellaneous!harry

fratboy!harry x professor!reader

after class ࣪𖤐

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

Harry Styles

always come back to you ᡣ𐭩

harry finally comes back to her.

Dormmate!Harry

if only you knew, bunny ☾ᡣ𐭩

always can count on your dorm mate

just the two of us ᡣ𐭩࣪𖤐ִ

dorm mates becomes more

[thedrarrylibrarian]

I’m honestly feeling pretty proud of myself. Four weeks in a row of Happy Hour! Hopefully I can keep this up!

Congrats! It’s Friday! Let’s celebrate!

The Real Thing by @skeptiquewrites (5,172 words, rated M)

Harry only means to cheer Draco up after a terrible breakup. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

This is a fic I love to reread. As someone who has had that experience of finding their joys again after a bad break-up, I find Draco very relatable. I appreciate Harry’s gentleness and the way he holds space for Draco and his passions in his own life. I love Draco’s caution and how they tentatively build something together.

Skeptique has a talent for careful consideration of characterizations. Each character, regardless of importance to the plot, is so well thought out in this fic. This is the only fic I think I’ve ever read with a fire brigade Ron, and even though it’s only mentioned briefly, it’s such a great career choice for him. I adore the small, protective part Ron plays in this fic. There’s a description of Hermione where it says that she considers herself “morally compromised if she didn't live out every single ideal she had” and to me, that’s it. That’s Hermione in a sentence!

I’m going to leave you with my favorite quote. It shows the depth of longing in this fic:

“Draco, I don't want you to kiss me if you're thinking about someone else."

I hope this can be a fic you enjoy and reread as often as I do!

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

❤️ P.S. If you find a fic you love, be sure to bookmark it and leave the author a kudos and comment! ❤️

[providing-leverage]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that in Leverage/Librarian crossovers, Eliot and Jacob are long lost twins or at least related in some way (this might have changed since Redemption gave us canon Eliot backstory, idk) but what to do about our Mr Wilson, who bears a striking resemblance to Flynn Carsen?

I've always thought that Harry is a clone of Flynn. There was some kind of magical duplication process back when he was solo Librarian and of course you can't have two of the same guy hanging around. So the two Flynns flipped a coin because no one knows who the original was. One had his memory wiped and was installed in Louisiana as Harry Wilson.

Jenkins is supposed to check in on Harry every once and a while but frequently forgets just how fast time passes. Last time he checked, Harry was a successful lawyer with a wife and daughter. This most recent time though...well, at least he seems to be having fun?

[gurugirl]

Shy | librarian!harry -patreon teaser

2 part story only on Patreon!

Summary: Harry's a painfully shy librarian and he finds Y/n very sweet so when she gets the nerve up to ask him to join her to see her friend's band play he gets nervous about going but figures it'll be his only shot.

1,122 word teaser

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As more of her friends arrived everyone pulled tables together and Y/n made sure she kept Harry with her, next to her the whole time. She kept checking in but he was becoming withdrawn bit by bit as her friends were stealing her attention. She tried keeping him in the conversation, asking him his opinion, touching his arm but it was difficult when he would hardly make a peep or look anyone in the eyes.

But the breaking point was when the band was on their second song and Harry had to use the bathroom. He hadn’t been gone long but when he came back a guy was sitting where he had been who had his arm along the back of Y/n’s chair and Y/n was grinning at him the way he wished she’d do to him. And it was probably nothing. But who could know? Harry didn’t know why she invited him. She’d been perfectly nice to him the whole time. And he could tell she was trying to babysit a little. Trying to keep him in the conversation and pulling him along with her but Harry didn’t want any of that.

He hated situations like the one he was in. Meeting new people wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t good at it. So, with a sigh, he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and called for an Uber. He’d leave and make it easier for Y/n to enjoy her friends. He didn’t want to feel like a burden and that’s how he felt. And he certainly wouldn’t walk up to the guy sitting in his place and tell him that was where he’d been sitting.

Y/n realized Harry had been gone for quite a while. The band was starting their third song and she looked around the buzzing café and didn’t spot his lavender sweater and dark curls anywhere. She got up and went toward where the bathrooms were and noted both the men’s bathroom doors were open and no one was inside.

Her heart dropped when she thought about what he might have seen as he left the bathroom and Paul was sitting where Harry had been. And now she figured it was possible he just left. She could tell he’d gotten progressively more uncomfortable as more of her friends arrived.

When she didn’t spot him outside either she felt a pang of sadness and hurt. She knew he wasn’t trying to be mean by leaving without saying anything but still… She’d taken a chance and invited him out. Her first attempt at making a move with him and he just left.

Sure she understood that he was painfully shy but not even a heads up that he was leaving? She wished she’d gotten his number but of course, she’d have to wait until Monday to visit him at the library to find out what had happened.

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Harry regretted leaving like he did. After he got dropped off at his car he realized it would have been much kinder to say goodbye. But it was too late and now he’d gone and blown it with the girl of his dreams because he couldn’t get his act together. He was destined to be alone for the rest of his life. He wasn’t built for relationships and pursuing a lover.

Hell, he was still a virgin 28. Which was another issue he hated to think about. To tell someone that? Anyone? Social suicide. And certainly, Y/n would think he was some kind of freak.

He couldn’t even bring himself to eat that night. He felt awful for being awful. Y/n had been nothing but kind to him and he just left like an idiot. Surely that would be the end of that. He’d probably never see her again.

Except he did see her again. First thing Monday after opening up the library and starting the pot of coffee for Lin and Priscilla. He walked out when he heard the door chime with the idea that it was one of his co-workers but instead, it was Y/n with a frown on her face and a stack of books in her arms. The ones she had only checked on Saturday. There was no way she’d read them all so quickly.

She placed the books on the counter and Harry readied himself for a terrible interaction with her as his heart pounded in his chest.

“Why did you leave like that the other night?”

Harry dropped his gaze to his feet, “Um… I’m sorry. I felt really bad for that. I wasn’t thinking… I got nervous and just left. I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“Why?” She kept her eyes on him, his face downcast toward the floor.

“I’m too shy. I can’t talk to people. I saw someone sitting next to you and thought maybe it was better if I just left.”

“Well, that was kind of a jerk move. You really hurt my feelings. At first, I even felt bad about it. Like it was my fault.”

Harry’s eyes shot up to hers as he shook his head. He hadn’t wanted her to feel bad.

She continued, “But then the more I thought about it I realized… you probably just don’t even like me to begin with. So… I’m sorry I invited you to something that you hated and that spending time with me was so awful you had to sneak out. But I won’t bother you ever again. I’ll find a new library to go to so you don’t have to ever see me after this. I just wanted to drop the books off and tell you that you hurt my feelings.”

Harry could have cried. He even felt the smallest bit of liquid forming in his eyes as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shook his head, “No. Please. Y/n… I’m really sorry. I’m awful at this. I do like you… I’m socially awkward and I didn’t mean to do anything that made you feel bad.”

He rushed his words out as he watched her dig into her purse to pull out her library card and place it on the stack of books with finality.

“I’m sure you’re sorry. All I can say is that I put myself out there and invited you so I could get to know you. I thought maybe you wanted to get to know me too. That was probably presumptuous of me. And now I just feel embarrassed.”

Y/n turned but Harry followed. He was desperate and felt like he was about to fall through the earth… that he’d be swallowed by gravelly dirt and sticks and worms and would never be able to claw his way out again.

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[my-midlife-crisis]

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

I like that The Librarian film series canonically exists in Leverage. It's only logical to assume that Harry Wilson had a brief film career and starred in them. If anyone had been paying attention to the in-flight movie in "The Mile High Job," they'd know this!

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"Ninja Ruuuuun!"

The Librarians S02E09/Leverage Redemption S02E03.

[hjbirthdaywishes]

June 4, 2024

Happy 53 Birthday to Noah Wyle.

[gaygentdanvrs]

someone really wants him to be flemish (plot twist, it’s me in that writers room)

[californiastatelibrary]

⚠️ TOP SECRET: ⚠️

California State Librarian caught READING on the job!

[harrysarchive]

i'm okay baby: h.s.

pairing: boxer!harry x librarian!reader

summary:

"yes, is this y/n y/l/n. emergency contact for harry edward styles, date of birth february 1, 1994?"

"this is she." i whisper as my eyes water and anxiety rushes throughout me, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

"we're just calling as you are the emergency contact for mr. styles, to let you know that mr.styles is at The Royal London Hospital, seeking treatment."

or

harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact

or

another story for a fight for us

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

i relax my shoulders and let the cool air of london graze my face, snow flurries cover the sidewalk as i make my way to my car. the feeling of someone hot on my trail makes my shoulders tense again, i turn around and see a dirty man, stood about 5'6 and built on the chunkier side along with two other guys. i raise an eyebrow at them as the one moves closer to me.

"can i help ya?" i gruffly ask and one of them smirks, yellow busted teeth glaring back at me.

"you lost us lots of money." he snickers, " 'nd now you're gonna pay."

the next actions are so fast i don't even know what's happening until i feel a punch to my jaw, one to my side, and another one in my back. i close my eyes before opening them and throwing a punch back, i don't make much progress as three people are on me. i don't watch where i'm punching as i continue to through one after the other. one of them manages to hit my eye before i feel something sharp hit my lower abdomen and another sharp pain right above my waist, pain takes over my body and i look down with hazed eyes. i watch as the two men pull out knifes and blood gushes out of the wounds, i double over in pain letting out a wheeze.

"be happy it wasn't your bitch." he grunts before throwing a kick to my back, one of them moving in front of me to kick my face and the other kicks my stomach.

"hey!" i hear a man from a distance shout and the three start to run in the opposite direction, "go after the bastards!"

fuckin pussies.

letting out grunts i feel a hand lay on my arm, i shuffle away and the man murmured, " 's okay kid, helps on the way."

"999 what's the address of you emergency?" i hear a female say before my eyes start to flash black and white like a camera going off before i finally close my eyes resting at the peaceful silence.

𝐘/𝐍'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

"i hope you love it as much as i do!" i smile at the girl handing her a bag that contains King Of Wrath.

" 've heard good things so 'm sure i will!" she says giggly before skipping out of the library.

skipping to the beat of a mellow song playing i make my way to the door and quickly turn over the sign, it flashes CLOSED to the outside world. i feel my pants vibrate as my phone blares my notification sound signaling a call is coming through. pulling out my phone, THE ROYAL LONDON is the caller, my eyes widen and i quickly answer the phone.

"this is y/n." i state as fear licks my body.

"yes, is this y/n y/l/n. emergency contact for harry edward styles, date of birth february 1, 1994?"

"this is she." i whisper as my eyes water and anxiety rushes throughout me, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

"we're just calling as you are the emergency contact for mr. styles, to let you know that mr.styles is at The Royal London Hospital, seeking treatment."

a tear rolls down my cheek and a sob racks my body, "what happened?"

"i cannot disclose information over the phone ma'am." she says with sorrow and tears run faster down my face.

"i'll be there as fast as i can, thank you for calling me."

"no problem, bye-bye."

panicking i grab my keys and purse before i'm out the door and quickly locking it behind me, not really caring if it actually locked. i rush to my car throwing it into drive as i speed to the hospital. my lips wobble, tears rush down my face and my cheeks are definitely puffed hoping nothing but the best for the only man in my life that's a constant. sobs rack throughout me, as i reach for my phone and quickly call niall.

"yo! wassup scholar!" he speaks cheerfully and i'm going to regret breaking his heart like this.

"niall," i stutter as a sob leaves my mouth.

"y/n? what's wrong? where are you?" he drops the cheerful act and goes stern within seconds, hoping it's nothing to serious

"harry's at The Royal London Hospital, 'm on my way. i just wanted to let you know, i know you're like a brother to him, it's only fair for me to tell you."

"what the fuck happened?" he snapped as i heard him rustling around his room.

"they wouldn't tell me." i cry harder as the hospital comes into view.

"be careful please, y/n. i'm on my way but i know harry would beat my ass if you were driving like a mad man." he stiffs a laugh and i let out a wet chuckle.

" 'm scared niall." i admit as i put the car into park, grabbing my purse and bolting out of the car heading towards the emergency section, "i'll see you when you get here yeah?"

as i make my way to the front desk all my worst nightmares consume me, what if he's in critical condition? what if he fell into a state of coma? i look at the the lady in the front desk and let out a shaky breath.

"my boyfriends here, his name is harry styles."

"can i get your identification." the younger lady asked looking off into space and smacking her gum, obviously not interested in her job.

i shuffle through my purse and pull out my wallet grabbing my id and handing it to her. she scans over it and nods handing it back, "room 104." she points to the left, "keep going straight and it's on the right."

thanking her i start a light jog in the direction she pointed me to and finally reach his door, i let out a sigh before taking a deep breath and walking in. as i step into the room i see him laying there a black eye is developing and his knuckles are bloodied and bruised. tears start escaping my eyes again as i sit next to him running a hand through his hair and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"why ya cryin' love?" i hear a groggy voice ask and relief runs through my body.

"harry." i cry kissing his busted lips, "you're okay."

"yeah 'm okay baby." he tries to smile but hisses.

"what the hell happened?" i demand and he shrugs his shoulders, "don't give me that shit harry. i won't stand by it."

"was walkin' outta the gym makin' ma way to the car and i felt people followin' me. so i turned around asked what they wanted told me i lost them lots of money and then the wankers started to beat on me. baby you know i'm good but three people on me, i cant ma heart. the punches were comin' from everywhere. one thing lead to another, i tried fightin, but they pulled a knife on me, well it was two knifes but..."

"two?!" i interrupt and he nods.

"got hit in ma tummy and side." he pouted causing a frown to stretch onto my face.

"oh baby." i coo and he pats for me to sit on the bed, "don't wanna hurt you fighter."

he breaks into a smile, "wont hurt me, promise."

rolling my eyes i move onto the bed and let him rest his head on my chest. running my fingers through his hair i cooed at him before he turns his head and looks at me.

"wanna know what would make me feel better?" he asked and i nod wanting to do anythibn in my power to make him feel better, "a kiss."

"my cheeky boy wants to be pampered?" i tease and he pouts, i place my lips on top of his and let out a sigh we move our lips in sync before i pull away as he hisses, "spoilt you lots huh?"

"dunno what ya talking' about woman." he huffs turning his nose to the air and looking away from me.

"and you're supposedly the toughest fighter in london, you're a big ol' softy!" i continue my teasing and he dramatically gasps.

"i am the toughest fighter!"

"okay! who am i killin'? 've been to jail once or twice! know my way 'round! 'm not scared of nothin'!" we hear someone barge into the room and i let out a giggle as i see niall walking in with a glare on his face.

"aw you'd go to jail for me." harry mockingly cooed and niall throws him the finger.

"you scared me you fuckass! had poor scholar turn into a nascar driver!" niall exclaims as he points to me and i still.

"shut up niall." i mumble before looking at harry who had his eyebrows drawn in.

"bloody hell is wrong with you woman?" harry exclaimed looking at me like i've grown three heads.

"oi! they didn't tell me anything over the phone! i was worried. had to be here as quick as i could!" i snap crossing my arms over my chest and turning my head away from him.

"don't look away from me peach! 'm scoldin you!" he tries to move my head to look at him.

"don't want you scoldin me!"

A/N: OH ME GEEEEE! HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING LOVE YOU LOAD!!!

-all the love,

em

xo🫶🏽

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Happy Friday to all, but especially my fellow Tortured Poets!

Don't you love when the stars align to make something beautiful for you? That's what happened with my Happy Hour rec for this week.

Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (46,147 words, rated E)

Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.

I've been in a bit of a fic rut - and definitely not because of a lack of great fic options - but nothing was hitting right for me at this moment in time. Finally, in my marked for later list, I came back across Citrusses' fic, and was thrilled to finally read it. I'd been looking forward to it for a long time because I love Citrusses as a writer. It just so happened to be a perfect pick for the album drop I've been looking forward to as well with it's academic setting and Tortured Poet Draco.

For someone who doesn't enjoy any sports whatsoever, I've recently found that I adore sports fics. The competition and camaraderie provide a setting and tension that I really enjoy and this holds true with rowing as well. Citrusses' dialogue made me laugh out loud several times while reading and the building tension of Harry and Draco's relationship (for good and bad) kept me absorbed in this fic.

Most of all, I loved how Citrusses wrote college students. I so clearly remember being 19-22 and the uncertainty and anxiety that I constantly felt. It's hard to suddenly be expected to be an adult, but have so little experience at it. Citrusses wrote that feeling in a way that was realistic, but gave her characters grace when they made their mistakes.

Even if you are not a Tortured Poet, I think it'd be impossible not to enjoy Citrusses' fic. And if you are a Tortured Poet, once you've finally finished analyzing all the lyrics you should definitely come give this a read to keep those vibes going!

❤️ Lots of Love and Happy Friday! ❤️

PS - if you like this fic, be sure to leave a kudos or a comment!

[gumballavocadoharry]

Updated list of troupes:

Bionic Harry Adoptive father Harry Single dad nurse Harry Writer Harry Pirate Harry Circus Harry Restaurant owner Harry Librarian Harry Candy store owner Harry Teacher Harry Ice cream parlour Harry Inventor Harry Florist Harry Small house Harry Dentist Harry

Masterlist!!!!

Ask!!!!!!

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@userblorbo’s BLORBOS OF 2022

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