"one look at the newest member of the boston bruins and i knew i was absolutely, totally, completely, and irrevocably... pucked." ☘︎☘︎☘︎ [completed; january 14, 2021]

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. In this sequel, our main duo are off to a bit of a rocky start. River is recovering from a gunshot wound, trying to overcome a bout of PTSD, all the while attempting to remain in the loop of her boyfriend's antics. Harry on the other hand, is hell-bent on getting revenge over the people who threatened the well-being of the one good thing in his life. He is determined to overthrow Damien and now Derek, destroy their shady and destructive business, and terminate the organization that stole from him his childhood, among other things, once and for all. Let's hope these efforts prove fruitful, otherwise, the characters you've come to love and cherish are only in for more ruination. But like Harry says - we're done giving the devil his fucking due. What comes next is inevitable, right?

a collection of moments with jojo and h. if you haven't read chrysalis, don't read this :) these are all transferred from my tumblr account but keep an eye out for new ones.

"And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure it" Maggie Kay is a simple girl living out her California dream. But when she keeps crossing paths with sunset obsessed Harry Styles she has to ask herself at what point does coincidence turn to fate? "Take a picture Curly, it'll last longer"

What ever you do, don't call him James. "It's Jimmy, bitch." Story start date : TBA

I had been sitting in a metal chair, alone in this fucking room for at least 45 minutes at this point. I knew those smug bastards were sitting behind the door waiting and waiting, hoping by the time they came back I would be ready to talk. But they were wrong. I might be in a sticky situation but what they don't know is how truly stubborn I can be. I heard the doorknob jiggle and when I looked up I saw a short, poorly built, bald man walking in the door. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a wrinkly white shirt, and as he walked closer I noticed a small brown stain by his collar. Disgusting, he can't even feed himself properly. "Ah, Ms. Gracelyn, how are you this afternoon?" I just sat there, watching him, waiting for him to say more. "Not talking to me today I see. That's okay, we have time. You see, right now we are in a very secluded location, one not many people know of. Do you know why that is?" I scoffed, "No, but I am assuming it can't be very legal officer. You know, I think my lawyer will love to hear about how I was taken from my hotel, with no warrant, and brought to an unknown location. Somewhere I was denied any access to a phone, -water, food, or hell, I didn't even get a toilet." "Well, considering the chances of you getting out here are slim, I'm not too worried. You see, we have been trying for months to get to you, and now that we have you we can't just let you go. It wouldn't make any sense, do you see the dilemma?" I sat quiet for a few minutes, thinking about how i got into this mess in the first place. How I went from being a girl with a quiet life to sitting in a cold room, waiting to die. How if I could change one small thing I wouldn't be here. But would I want to? Does this outweigh all the good? I finally responded, "He won't let you get away with this. He will come for me." "Oh doll, I'm counting on it."

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

Ashton has known " the boys" since her junior year of high school. Her brothers friends were constantly getting her into trouble, Harry especially. She hated him more than anyone but as much as she wanted to go her own way, his hands pull pulled her back to him time and time again. Things have changed since then. She's older now. She's got her own life and chased her own dreams, but a life has a funny way of dragging us back to what we've known... and we can't escape no matter how hard we pull away. This story is not sunshine and rainbows. It is harsh and dark and will be very at times. It is also funny and sexy and smutty, so read at your own risk. . . . . This fic is for 18+ it contains MATURE AND EXPLICIT content including : spanking, choking, threesomes, drugs, death, oral sex, and many other fun activities so PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THINGS OF THAT NATURE. It will also touch on addiction, loss, grief, and other heavy topics.

"I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis...and I came out new...all because of you." Josephine McArthur is well and truly lost. After completely uprooting and changing her life she is left unsure of pretty much anything. An unexpected friendship tilts her already unsettled life on its axis, and she's just holding on for the ride. Jo is living all of our dreams when her idol becomes her best friend. Sleepovers, parties, Sunday breakfasts, and a world tour? Jo can't stay wrapped in her comfort zone for long. "Caterpillars are born with everything that they need to become butterflies...bit-by-bit they unlock information from the caterpillars cells...the butterfly's new self forms inside of the chrysalis." . . . . this story contains mature themes including sex, drugs, assault, depression, death, talk of suicide, anxiety and adult language.