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PAIRING: guard!Harry X royal!Reader

WARNINGS: adult content, arranged marriage

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The exceptional silk nightgown slips down your body, the featherlike, cold touch of the expensive fabric sending a shiver down your spine as you stare back at your reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the room thick with the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut, your favorite shower gel you get imported all the way from France. Drained eyes look back at you, almost lifeless and you wonder who this person could be you’re seeing as your reflection because you can’t recognize yourself anymore.

Wrapping yourself up in your bathrobe, you make your way out of the bathroom into your bedroom, two of your maids already waiting for you by your vanity. As you sit into the plush chair, they get to work instantly, without a word, taking care of your hair so it’s in the best condition for the big day tomorrow. They brush through your locks, using the finest essential oils and products, turning your hair into silk, just like the kind that’s hugging your body. Reaching up your fingers tap on the bags under your eyes, the makeup artist will have a lot to work on in the morning if she wants to turn you into the perfect princess, soon queen, everyone knows and loves. If only they knew the dirt and the pain hiding underneath the glamorous surface.

You’re getting married in the morning. As a kid, you always dreamt of your prince charming, a man you fall for the second you lay your eyes on and you get to have your own fairytale. It was silly of you to think you have the privilege of marrying someone you love.

Andrew Jacoby Coventry is a gentleman. He is well-mannered, intelligent, fluent in six languages and he can beat your father in chess. He is undeniably handsome and any woman would be thrilled to marry such a wonderful bachelor, but not you.

Because you’re not in love with him. Yet, you’ve known you’d have to marry him since you were sixteen.

You still remember the day your mother sat you down and told you that Andrew is going to visit the palace that week to discuss matters of a possible union between the two families, the Coventry’s have been highly respected for hundreds of years and they’ve been always alliances to the royals. Your father chose them to help you fulfill your destiny of becoming a queen.

“You cannot take the throne without a man by your side, Y/N,” your mother told you, but it was nothing new. You didn’t quite put the picture together yet just then. “Your father might be in good health now, but we can’t know what the future holds. We have to make sure you’re eligible to become queen when the time comes.”

“What… are you trying to say, mom?” you asked, slowly realizing where the conversation is heading.

“Andrew is a nice boy. You’ll get around to like him, I’m sure.”

You saw the pain in her eyes, she didn’t want this. She didn’t want to make her daughter marry someone just for the sake of the throne, but she didn’t have any other choice and neither did you.

When you met Andrew just a few days later, you swallowed your tears as you introduced yourself to your future husband.

Now five years later the time has officially come, you’re marrying him tomorrow and going to take the throne next year, once your father resigns. His health won’t let him travel around and fulfill his duties for too long, he has made the decision not to wait until he is forced to step back, he would rather do it on his own terms.

“Thank you Kristin, thank you Mary. This is all for tonight,” you nod at them once they are finished with your hair. They say their goodbye and leave you alone in the room, trapped with your racing thoughts.

You’ve thought about running away at least a dozen times this month. Just getting on a plane and forgetting about the wedding, but you know you could never actually do it. Your family counts on you, the palace counts on you and the whole country counts on you. You’re their future queen and you owe them.

But what exactly do you owe them? Your whole life? Giving up the chance of marrying someone you love? Is that really what you have to do?

Standing by the window you stare out to the flower garden, a place you often like to go to when you want to have some peace of mind. It’s breathtaking in the spring, the colors, the scent, you can easily wander around for hours and not even notice how long it’s been. Behind that, on top of the hill the greenhouse is almost hidden in the dark, already decorated for tomorrow. You’re going to have your photos taken in there, just like your mother, your grandmother and every other women in your family had on their wedding day. You’ll have to pose for hours with faked happiness on your face just to get a handful of pictures that will be released to the press the next day, millions of little girls dreaming about being just like you when you’d give an arm to have their normal life.

You always want what you can’t have, right?

Your eyes wander over to the West wind of the palace, only seeing one window lit and though it’s too far to see anything from inside the room, you know exactly who is in there. Before you could even give it a second thought you wrap your robe tighter around you, walking out of your bedroom and heading over to the room you’ve come to know all too well these past years. You know the hallways leading to Harry’s room like the back of your hand and not just because you grew up in this place, but because it’s been a habit of yours to sneak out and see him when everyone else went to sleep.

The day you met Harry Styles was a turning point in your life. Introduced to you as head of security three years ago, you didn’t know you met your best friend and the man you’ll fall for and experience what it’s like to love and be loved.

It was a forbidden love from the start and not just because you were already set to marry Andrew, but because you knew your family would never approve of your relationship with him, no matter what. You had royal blood in your veins and Harry was the son of a teacher and barber, worked at a bakery as a teenager and joined the military for three years before he was brought to the palace.

You fought it for a long time. Even thought about asking for a replacement, because it was getting hard to be even in the same room with all the tension and desire lingering around the two of you and you knew he was just as conflicted as you were. The turning point came one particularly terrible night when you got into a fight with your father. You found peace in Harry’s arms and you let your guards down, making the first move to cross the line from where there’s no returning.

You haven’t looked back since then, sneaking around in the darkness, seeking every chance you can get to be with him without anyone finding out about it, though you couldn’t fool your mother.

“I know what a woman in love looks like, Y/N,” she told you when she called you to her one day. Your blood froze, because you knew she won’t believe that it was just your feelings for Andrew.

“Mom, I…”

“He is a sight for the sore eyes, I must admit. But I thought you’re smarter than this.”

Her words felt like a slap across your face each. Tears stung your eyes as you stood there and listened to your mother tell you how disappointed she was in you and she made you promise that you’d end it right away.

And you tried, you really tried. But you couldn’t keep yourself away from him and he felt the same way. Since then, you’ve been extra cautious and you feel like your mother believed that it was all in the past.

Part of you believed you could go on like this forever, but the closer the wedding was getting, the more you realized that it was doomed from the beginning and the moment you say I do to another man… you’re saying goodbye to Harry.

You can’t expect him to sneak around with you forever, he wants a family, a normal life and you can’t give him any of those, not while being married to Andrew and taking the throne once your father steps down.

Last night you got into a screaming match. The fight escalated fast, mean things were thrown around, everything that’s been building up in the both of you because of the wedding just lashed out until there was nothing else to say. You both knew that was the end, you couldn’t continue it once you married Andrew. You would have never put him through the pain of watching you walk down the aisle when the two of you were still a thing. When you returned to your bedroom last night you were convinced this was the end of it, the heartbreak pulling you into the darkness you’ve been edging for a while now, cutting out the last thing that brought you happiness.

Yet, here you are, padding down the endless hallways of the palace to see him again. You have to be with him, look into his eyes and touch him one last time to remind yourself that there are still good things in life.

When you reach his door you take a few minutes, just standing there, wondering if he even wants to see you after what happened last night and what’s going to happen tomorrow. You never wanted to hurt him, you love him way too much, but the impossible situation you were put into brought it out of you.

Tears dwell in your eyes as you think about a time when he won’t be near you. You can’t imagine a life where he is not there to ease your mind, to keep you safe and not just as his job, but as your lover. Before you could stop yourself you’re sobbing. He can’t see you like this, you won’t cause him even more pain than you already did, so turning around you are just about to run back to your room when the door opens.

“Y/N?” his soft voice calls out and you freeze, a shiver running down your spine as you close your eyes for a moment. You can feel his stare poke through your back as he waits for you to say or do something, probably confused about why you’re here.

Slowly, you turn around, your tear-filled eyes falling upon his tall frame dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his bare, inked chest falling and rising rhythmically as he stands just a few feet away from you. When he sees the state you’re in, he moves in your direction just when you throw yourself into his arms.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright. Come on, we can’t be out here,” he murmurs as you sob into his neck, his strong arms curling around you, pulling you into his room and shutting the door before anyone could see you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you sob uncontrollably as Harry pulls you to his bed, making you sit on his lap on the edge of it, keeping you tight to him as he tries to soothe you.

“I know, baby. I know. It’s alright.”

“It’s not!” you choke out, vision completely blurry as you try to catch your breath, but you can’t stop. “I can’t do this, Harry. I don’t want this!”

He exhales sharply, brushing his nose against the side of your head as he presses a kiss to your temple. He lets you cry for as long as you want, the tears slowly stopping and drying up until you're breathing somewhat normally.

"Hey, look at me," he pleads softly and pulls back so his beautiful green eyes meet your red and puffy ones. "I know you feel like it's the end of the world, but you're strong, Y/N. The strongest woman I've ever met."

"I don't want to be strong, not anymore. I want to be selfish and do what I want for once in life," you breathe out shakily.

"I'm sorry you were put in this position, you deserve so much more than this pain. You deserve all the good things in life and I wish I could give it all to you."

"I only want one good thing in my life. You."

Reaching up you cup his face in your hands and pull him down until your salty, tear soaked lips meet his in a painful but fierce kiss.

He tries to hold himself back for a few excruciating moments but then his lips finally open and he returns the kiss with so much passion and emotion that you gasp against his mouth.

If your life ends tomorrow, and it surely feels like that, you want to spend your last free night with the only man you've ever loved.

You move around until you're straddling his lap, his hands keeping you close to him, fingers digging into your flesh through the layers. Shrugging the robe off you reveal your silky nightgown that doesn't leave much to the imagination, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric already, aching to get Harry's attention finally.

His lips move down to the column of your throat, the dip of your neck, trying his hardest not to mark you up the way he truly wants. Your fingers dig into his hair, tugging on the roots enough to make him grunt against your heated skin, his hands moving down to grope your ass and you can't help yourself from grinding against him.

Suddenly, he pulls back, eyes foggy from the desire and lust as his chest heaves.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he breathes out, a torturous grimace plastered across his face.

"Please, I need you!" you beg him, fighting your tears back.

He stares up at you, pink lips slightly swollen from your kisses, his glistening eyes taking in every detail on your face, every blemish and freckle that adorns your features.

"I wish it was all different," he whispers barely audible, you're convinced it wasn't even meant to be heard by you.

Before you could speak up, he kisses you again, pulling you down to the bed, rolling around until he is on top of you, lips traveling down your neck and chest again as his hands bunch up your nightgown. With an arch of your back you help him take it off, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear. His hips settle between your legs, crotch pressing against your heated core, a pleasant moan slips through your lips at the feeling of his erection between your folds as he moves his hips gently a few times to rile you up. He kisses the valley between your breasts, down through your stomach, placing a chaste kiss to your hips on both sides as his fingers hook into your underwear and he looks up at you for your consent before he goes any further.

"Yes! Please!" you nod eagerly and he is quick to rid you from it, leaving you completely naked and spread out in front of his greedy eyes.

"I will never forget how you taste. So sweet on my tongue and lips," he hums, teasing you with a few kisses placed onto your inner thighs before his lips finally meet your throbbing clit, sucking on it gently at first before stepping it up a notch.

"Harry!" you whimper, bunching the sheets in your hands to somehow keep you grounded as Harry's mouth does wonders to you. However as much as you love having his face between your legs, you need it somewhere else now.

Pulling him up you make him climb up over your body, lips eagerly meeting as you work on getting him naked too.

"You're my everything," he breathes out against your lips, hips coming to rest between your thighs once again and you whimper at his words, the aching pain in your chest rising.

"I love you, I will always love you," you whisper looking into his eyes as you hook a leg around his waist, his cock lining up with you finally.

"I love you, Y/N. More than anything," he confesses just as he pushes into you and just like that, you feel like you've become one again, for the last time.

You keep him close as he starts moving, whispering I love you over and over again, his lips nipping on your mouth that's agape from the building relief inside you, a single tear rolling down your cheek as the painful thought snakes into your mind that you will never feel like this ever in your life.

The pleasure reaches you first and Harry chases right after you, tangled in each other's arms as you keep calling out for the other even though you're as close as possible in that moment.

Wrapped up in each other's embrace you lie in bed, the afterwaves of your relief already long gone. You're drawing little patterns onto his bare chest, fingers following the inks on his soft skin as his hand is gently stroking your back and arm, kissing the top of your head from time to time.

"We should just pack up and leave. Never look back," he hums, breaking the comfortable yet heavy silence that took over the room.

You suck on your breath because it's the first time Harry ever mentions the option of running away. It was always you who toyed with the thought as he just nodded along but never really said a word about it. Lifting your head your eyes meet his as a small, sad smile tugs his lips.

"You would do that?"

"I would do anything for you, Y/N," he simply answers and your heart flutters at his words.

"If we actually did it, out life could easily be completely ruined," you say the hard truth. "I could get disowned from my family and denied to have access to any of my heritage. People would judge the both of us everywhere we went, we probably even should leave the country. We would always be the ones who ruined the royal family."

"But we would have each other. Going to another country is actually a good start, I wouldn't mind it."

"I would never be allowed to see my family ever again."

"You mean the people who put you up for living your life in misery?" he retorts without a second thought, so he must have already thought about it before.

"I was born here. No one chose it for me."

"But they are the ones who made you marry someone just for the sake of the country."

"It's a tradition and it's in the law. I can't become queen without a husband."

"And have you ever thought about how it doesn't work the other way around? Your father was already king for almost a decade before he married your mother. So then why should you be forced to have a man by your side before you take the throne? And the council could easily erase the whole law, it was just never proposed because 90 percent of it is men and the handful of women who have the right to change something don't care about the toxic patriarchy that's been around here for hundreds of years."

You knew Harry had doubts about the system and how power is being held and used in the country, but he was always so cautious to keep it to himself, serving your family with nothing but loyalty. You would have never guessed this would be the moment that breaks his silence.

"I could only do something against it if I'm already queen," you speak up. "And for that I need to be married. If I want a better future for the women following me on the throne, I need to make this sacrifice."

"You'll be an amazing queen, Y/N," he softly tells you. "It's a shame you don't get to have the happiness you deserve."

You don't talk about running away after or the wedding. Just bring up your favorite memories from the past years, the first time you met, the time you spent in London and managed to squeeze in a dinner with his mother or the endless nights you talked through, tangled in each other, sharing your dreams and fears, knowing they will always be safe with the other.

You fall asleep in each other's arms, savoring the very last moments you get to spend together before you give up the last bit of your free will.

When Harry wakes in the morning he is alone, only the wrinkled sheets and the empty space next to him reminding him that last night wasn't just a dream, but it will soon turn into one as he is forced to watch you walk down the aisle and marry another man.

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Harry was acting… strange.

You thought it was because his friends’ newborn baby had been quite fussy while you were out for lunch, and maybe it’d irritated him. He’d wanted you to meet them and so you arranged to meet at this quaint little café, sitting out at the terrace, but his poor friends had to take turns trying to pacify the baby the whole time, even left briefly taking turns walking around with him for a while only to have him start crying the minute they put him back down in his pram.

At one point, they’d even joked saying maybe you should try holding him just to try out your luck, and although you’d been reluctant to do so, having had no experience with babies ever since your brother, what with your significant age gap, when you took the baby in your arms it stopped crying for some inexplicable reason.

Harry even helped you hold him properly, positioned the baby so that you were supporting his head while you held him to your chest and then he just… went silent for the rest of the lunch date.

You hadn’t even really noticed it, because now that the baby was content napping in your arms, and his parents could finally grab a bite to eat and talk to Harry (or at Harry, considering his silence), you couldn’t find it in yourself to try and put him back in the pram. And if you were being honest, it felt quite nice. He was warm and chubby and he smelled like newborn baby, and as long as he didn’t drool or, worse, throw up on you, you found you quite enjoyed holding him.

At one point he eventually opened his eyes and you thought he was going to start crying again but you just smiled at him and he seemed to like it. He reached out for a strand of your hair and you gently unclasped his little fist from it, because you knew he’d eventually start yanking it, you’d seen him doing it to his mother, but as soon as he let go of your hair he grabbed onto your index finger and you were surprised at the force he had when he squeezed it.

He eventually lost interest in that too, and his eyes landed on something much more appealing to him. He let go of your finger, and you were thankful for it- it was already tingling, the blood flow slowly recovering- but then when you felt his clammy little hand yank at your cleavage you gasped as he pulled it down far enough to expose your lacey bra.

His mom immediately ran to your aid, and everyone made light of the situation joking that he’d seen your cleavage and remembered it was supper time- everyone but Harry, that is, who just sat and looked at you funny.

So now, after the car ride that had been unusually quiet, you flinched when you heard him shut the front door with a loud thud, having used more force than necessary. You didn’t get to turn around before he bent to your ear from behind you, his voice low “I want you to go to the bedroom and wait for daddy like a good girl, ok, baby?”

You nodded, not daring to turn around, you knew better than to do anything else other than what he’d told you to whenever he was in this mood.

You rushed to the bedroom, stopped by the ensuite real quick to freshen up a bit, then stripped down to your lingerie since he always wanted to be the one to take it off of you. You then got under the covers and waited for him, mindful not to touch yourself under any condition. Those were the rules.

You hadn’t expected him to want to play, he’d seemed so off that you were sure he was going to tell you how lunch had been tiring what with all the baby’s crying, but as soon as you’d gotten into the car he just turned on the radio and the first words he’d spoken had been those he’d used earlier, instructing you to go wait for him in the bedroom.

You always loved it when he got more dominant than usual, and judging by the tone in his voice he was definitely in a mood.

By the time he reached the bedroom, he’d already unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off while approaching the bed, his hands going for his belt next.

“Is my baby all comfy?” his words were sweet but the sharp edge to his voice was anything but

You nodded, bracing yourself on your elbows and watching him get fully naked. He was so hard, it almost looked painful.

“What did I tell you about using your words?”

Your eyes widened, his deep harsh voice snapping you out of your reverie “Sorry, daddy! I got lost for a moment there… looking at you… you’re so hot” you squirmed under the blanket

He grabbed the duvet and yanked it off you in one swift motion, earning a squeal. The smirk on his face made you relax a bit, but you were still on edge, you always were when he was like this

He straddled you, his thighs on either side of your torso, holding you in place. His cock was right there, proud and leaking in front of you. You could’t help but whimper needily

“What’s the matter, baby? See something you like?”

“Please, daddy, can I touch you?”

“No. No, today daddy wants to bury himself deep inside of that tight little cunt of yours. Wanna make it last, so no, you don’t get to touch me. All you gotta do is be a good little slut for daddy and let me do what I please with you, hm? My little pillow princess. How’s that sound?”

“I”ll have you any way you want, daddy. Love your cock”

“Gonna play with you a bit first. I love every bit of you. Look at those perfect tits. Take’em out for me, will you, baby?”

You made quick work of your bra and threw it to the side, then Harry grabbed you from under your arms and maneuvered you so that you were straddling him now in turn “I love it when you dangle them over my face like this, wanna suck at them all day long and never get tired. Want you to smother me with them. Fucking perfect” he groaned licking at your breasts holding them together in front of him and kneading them in his hands as he sucked on each nipple at a time. You tried your best to keep your balance over him but eventually you had to hold onto the headboard as he feasted on you. It felt so good that it made your knees buckle, but for once you cursed how tall he was because you were sitting over his butterfly tattoo, and instead, you wished you could grind over his cock while he was doing that.

“Love how your nipples get all swollen after I play with them” he pulled back a bit and just stared at them while he ran his thumbs over the buds. He then cleared his throat and glanced at you before staring back at your breasts adoringly “Can I tell you something?”

It wasn’t usual for him to turn all vulnerable while you played around, so you stiffened a bit, wondering what was prompting his change in demeanor “Of course”

“I just… can’t get it out of my mind, the way the baby tugged at your shirt. How perfect you looked holding him to your chest like that. Couldn’t help but imagine you nursing your own baby. Your breasts overflowing with milk… Is that weird?”

“Why would it be weird? It’s natural for men to get turned on by the prospect of a woman being fertile”

“And you’re definitely fertile” he glanced up at you again, his eyes hooded and his pupils visibly enlarged. He was really getting worked up over this “Don’t freak out. It’s just… hypothetical”

“I’m not freaking out” you were quick to reassure him. Besides, you weren’t hating the idea. Hypothetically. You bit your lower lip “Can I tell you something, too?”

He was quick to nod, the lust in his eyes was making it difficult to concentrate. He was still playing with your breasts, caressing them and tugging at your nipples from time to time and you couldn’t help but grind against his butterfly tattoo, desperate for some friction but you tried to word what you were about to say in a way that wouldn’t freak him out “Sometimes… when you cum deep inside of me, and you keep pumping it back inside of me… and then fuck me all over again…” he groaned while you were talking and you almost forgot what you were about to say, but you blinked rapidly, trying to gather your thoughts “I… I sometimes wish you would knock me up, make it catch. Mark me as yours…”

“Fuck, Y/N!” he almost cut you off

“Don’t freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out” he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close to his face as he scooted upwards meeting you half way “You think I don’t think about that? Fuck! I think about it all the fucking time” he lounged for your mouth then, his tongue already searching for yours before your lips could even touch properly. You moaned into his mouth and he rolled you over, hovering over you “Do you really think about it, too?”

You bit your lower lip again, you could barely feel the sting after how ardently he’d kissed you “Yeah, I do. I’ve no plans to get off the pill anytime soon, so I know it’s not actually going to happen, but a part of me just… pushes aside all logic in the heat of the moment and wishes you’d…”

“Make you mine. In every sense of the word”

Your breath hitched “Fuck, Harry. Why does that sound so hot?”

He groaned “You’re fucking perfect, you know that? I’ve been meaning to tell you about how I fantasize about putting a baby in you for the longest time, but I didn’t want to freak you out”

“You’re not” you reassured him again “Because I know exactly what makes you feel like that. It’s primal. And it’s so hot, daddy” you reached to kiss him again and finally, finally he ground himself against your center making you writhe underneath him

He yanked your panties off of you and wasted no time sinking his middle and ring fingers inside of you, meeting no resistance. You were so worked up you were absolutely dripping for him.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect. Something about you… fuck me, I don’t know. You’re just so fucking breedable. Makes me want to fill you up again and again. Makes me fantasize about your hips widening and your breasts leaking, all because of me”

“Fuck, daddy! Fuck me, or else I swear I’m gonna cry. It’s too much. Please”

“Shhh, don’t cry baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you good. You need it, don’t you? Deep in your bones, you can’t deny it, your body is calling out to me. I could smell you a mile away, would recognize that perfect weeping little pussy from a thousand. It’s like you’re fucking made for me. Never felt like this about anyone else. Never been hard all day long around a woman like a fucking teenager desperate to cum like this, desperate to fill you up and make it stick”

“Daddy!” you almost screamed when he finally removed his fingers that have been pumping into you all this time and used his cock instead, with no preamble. You clawed onto him, it was like you couldn’t get close enough “Oh my God, I’m gonna come so hard for you! I’m already so close. Oh, fuck!”

He pressed his palm over your lower belly “Feel me here? Feel how deep I am?”

You nodded frantically “So deep. Fuck, you’re so big. I don’t know how you make it fit”

“You’re taking it so well for daddy” he cooed and then brought that same middle finger he’d used to your lips and you immediately sucked onto it, making his eyes roll back “It’s ‘cause your precious little pussy is desperate for my cum. Your body is just begging me to knock you up. Begging me to claim you. It speaks to me in ways I can’t explain, but I understand. And you understand too, don’t you baby? My perfect girl, my best girl”

You gasped as he increased speed, dropping his finger out of your mouth “Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod—”

“There she is, my sweet girl, God I love it when you come, you’re the prettiest little thing. You just love daddy’s cock that much, don’t you, baby? Come on then, come for daddy. Show me just how much, and I’ll fill you up to the brim, gonna give you all I’m worth” he delivered a quick slap over your clit then and that was what finally sent you over the edge.

Harry made good of his promise, riding out your orgasm as he chased his own release and you felt every single twitch of him inside of you, as well as heard him groan like never before, almost animalistically. It truly was primal, the need you both felt for each other. And it was so liberating to finally be on the same page with someone and be able to express your sexuality in ways you never even thought possible. Sex with Harry was never just sex. It was a kind of intimacy you’d never even dreamt of before. And this had proved to you yet again that you truly were made for each other.

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