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Meet Me In Augusta
A quick little check-in for Fairway to Heaven ❤️ inspired by my beefy hunky man at the Masters 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
SMUT. FLUFF. That’s all.
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When Briar and Harry first got together, she thought she’d won the lottery. A doting, strong boyfriend who puts her needs above his own. He cares for her dog as much as she does, gets along with her family members, and donates to charity regularly. It’s like the heavens handmade him. And yes, the reverse is true on Harry’s part. She’s his dream girl, and the bloody best thing to ever happen to him. But, where he’d truly won the lottery differs slightly:
He won tickets to the Masters.
It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend one of the four major golf tournaments, and when Harry entered his name in the lottery system the year before, he never thought he’d see the day where his bucket list item would be checked off.
Briar is lounging on Harry’s couch, watching old episodes of Real Housewives (NY, obviously) with Gus at her feet and a bowl of popcorn and M&Ms beside her when she hears a completely manly and dignified shriek from Harry’s office. Sitting up in alarm, she opens her mouth to yell back to him, to make sure he’s okay, just as the heavy oak double doors swing open. Shirtless and in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and socks, Harry sprints down the hall, phone in hand as he leaps over the back of the sofa to stand beside her.
“What on Earth! Harry, you’re scaring me! Is there a mouse? Where are your clothes?” Briar screams, jumping up to crouch on the sofa and cocooning herself in her blanket in case there’s a spider clinging to him.
Harry is laughing maniacally, and every so often an oh my god leaving his mouth. He nods to whomever he’s talking to on the phone as if they can see him before thanking them and hanging up.
He drops the phone, eyes wide and meeting hers. Grabbing her shoulders, he all but tackles her back to the sofa, signaling Gus to bark at him for hurting his mom. They’re on the settee part of the sofa, Harry’s arms wrapped around her, preventing her from moving, even if she wanted to.
“Harry! Tell me what’s going on right now!” Briar’s shrill voice finally brings him back to Earth.
He peppers kisses on her neck before shouting in her ear, “I’M GOING TO THE MASTERS!”
She doesn’t respond, not because she’s not supportive of his enthusiasm, but because she has no idea what that is. Feigning a smile, she replies, “wow, baby, that’s great!”
Craning his neck, his brows furrow when he meets her gaze, a clear indicator she’s confused.
“Birdie, do you know what the Masters is?”
“Mmmm, is it like MasterChef?”
Harry squawks out a laugh, shaking his head, “No, my love. The Masters is one of the big four golf tournaments for the PGA. When you win, you earn a green jacket and become a member of Augusta National in Georgia. And then you get to plan a celebration dinner. Plus, you win like, $3,000,000.”
“Ohhhh, okay, yes. Uncle Patrick has gone to that, I think. He didn’t win, though.”
Harry’s brows furrow even more, a bewildered look gracing his features, “We’ll come back to that later. I have a lot of questions. But, you enter a lottery to win tickets and I won! Otherwise, tickets are almost a million dollars.”
“A million dollars!? The course better be made of solid gold. I can’t even believe the stuff people spend their money on sometimes.”
“Tiger Woods will be there. He hasn’t played in a few years because of injuries. Baby, I could be near Tiger!” he smacks her ass, eliciting a yelp.
He hops up from his spot on the sofa as he looks outside with the biggest smile on his face, running his hands through his not-so-there curls on his head. He’d shaved it a few months ago impulsively; that was a crisis Briar never thought she’d see the other side of. But his peach fuzzy head grew on her.
“When is it?”
“Second weekend in April. Are you doing anything?”
“Me? Why wouldn’t you take Niall?”
“He and Lydia already have a wedding that weekend back in Ireland. I already asked him.”
“So, I’m your second choice!?” Briar smacks the sofa cushion beside her, faking offense.
Harry rolls his eyes, “You didn’t even know what it was five minutes ago, brat.”
She parrots his eye rolling, leaning down to snuggle Gus. They’re quiet for a moment, letting Harry soak in the news.
“Wait, why don’t you have clothes on?”
“Oh, I stripped them off as they were telling me I got the tickets. I was just too excited,” he responds casually, as if the answer is obvious.
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So the pair is in Augusta, Georgia, watching Harry’s childhood dream come true. The problem? No phones allowed.
To maintain their traditional values, Augusta National banned the use of cellphones. Briar’s lovely boyfriend failed to remind her of this fact until they were in the back of an Uber heading to the course.
“No phones!? I wanted to document this whole experience for you!” She whines, gently squeezing his wrist.
“Thanks for wanting to do that, Birdie, but it’s okay. My generation isn’t addicted to their phones. We like to live in the moment.”
“Oh my god,” she snorts, punching him lightly. If anyone is on their phone too much, it’s Harry. His entire day is determined by solving the New York Times Connections puzzle. What do you MEAN the theme was ice cream flavors without the last letter?
“What if we get separated? How will I find you?”
“Did you pack your leash?” Harry smirks, waiting for her to smack him again.
“H! Quiet,” she snarls, trying not to look if the driver is listening. “Fine. Do they collect the phones or do they just kick you out if they see it?”
“I think they kick you out and you’re not allowed back, ever. There’s also no running. It’s hilarious. When everyone is trying to follow around the big names, it turns into a speed walking competition to try and beat them to the hole.”
She hums, looking out the window at the gorgeous scenery. She hasn’t spent much time down south, but this trip has changed her opinion of this part of the country. They’ve had beautiful dinners at night on patios and taken walks on historic grounds.
“Good news is, the food and drinks are super cheap, and I think you have some French 75’s calling your name.”
“Yesss!”
The Uber turns, the beautiful gates to the course opening as they pull in. The white building before them is gorgeous and neatly kept, embodying the prestige of the entire event. For a moment, she thinks Harry is tearing up. Harry snaps a photo of the two of them in front of the building to send to Niall and Patrick.
He grabs her hand and squeezes gently as he flashes their credentials to the security guard.
“Lead the way, baby,” Briar whispers, linking her arm with his as they stand outside the car, taking it all in.
Like a kid in a candy store, Harry drags her by the wrist, slaloming through the crowds of people as they all try to make it to the entrance.
Harry looks fucking good today. He’s donning a navy blue sweater on top of a cobalt blue golf shirt. His taupe pinstripe pants are pressed perfectly. His fingers are decked out in rings of all different finishes, and his Prada sunglasses fit his scruffy face perfectly.
The finishing touch, his shoes, are what has Briar giggling to herself. His black Hoka sneakers are throwing off the whole vibe. She tried to change his mind as they packed, but we’ll be walking a lot, and I don’t want my plantar fasciitis to come back!
To make the occasion even more special, Briar let Harry pick out her outfits. She knew he’d pick out her lavender sports dress, a classic piece she whips out when they play on weekends so he’s frustrated and thrown off his game. She’s 3 for 4 on this strategy.
Harry loves the way it cuts at Briar’s strong thighs, and shows a little bit of her back. To elevate the look, she tied a white Hermes scarf around her neck just like Daphne! Her shoes are white Vince Camuto sneakers with no support. She knows she can’t whine later if her feet hurt, in fear of hearing a relentless, I told you so!
Before examining his choices in her suitcase, she zeros in on the lack of underwear and bras. She knows he also picked her floor length, black bodycon dress. He’s really pushing the limits of voyeurism with these picks.
They finally make it past security, thankful they didn’t confiscate her purse, a gift from Harry that is just a smidgen too large for their rules. He leads them to the main clubhouse to grab their first drinks of the day, and maybe even a breakfast sandwich.
They start off with mimosas to ease into the day drinking, because Harry is too fucking old for daydrinking and Briar is a menace when she drinks when the sun is up. By their third round, Harry is full on fangirling as all the players buzz around him. He’s allowed to fangirl all he wants, but when she wants to gush about One Direction for a minute, he covers his ears. Eyeroll.
Briar snaps out of her brattiness, deciding she needs some food in her stomach. As they’re gathered on the 8th hole, she starts to “koala” him, as he so lovingly calls it. She wraps her arms around him from behind, laying her chin on his bicep.
“What’s wrong, Birdie? Hungry?”
Briar lightly bites his arm, looking up to meet his sideways gaze. Part of her hates how well he knows her. She slides her hands in his front pockets, making him wiggle uncomfortably.
“Be good,” he says lowly so only they can hear.
“Okay, Daddy,” she says sweetly, smiling up at him. “But yes, I’m hungry.”
Briar can feel him hesitate, clearly conflicted in what to do next.
“Okay, baby, but,” he pauses. “Tiger is at this hole next, and I’d really like to see it.”
Briar slumps, making a slight hmmph sound. She knows better, and knows how important this is to him, so she shakes it off.
“It’s alright, I can go back to the clubhouse by myself. Will you stay here so I don’t lose you?”
“Of course,” he leans down to gently peck her lips, before his head whips around as Tiger arrives at the tee box just a few feet from them, sending the crowd into a chaotic roar. She reluctantly lets go of his waist, crossing her arms over herself as she walks away.
The crowd has only increased as they arrived, and she’s honestly overwhelmed. A staff member nearby can sense her unsettled demeanor, so he asks if she’d like a ride back to the building.
She smiles at him, “Yes, that’d be lovely! Thank you so much.”
Trey, the worker, doesn't say much, but Briar isn’t one for awkward silences. She tells him about Harry, Wynnewood, and how this is a lifelong dream for him to be here. He nods along, visibly recoiling after finding out Briar isn’t single. She hops off the cart as they approach the doors, and waves a friendly goodbye.
Perusing the snack bar, her eyes are bigger than her stomach. She grabs grapes, potato chips, a turkey sandwich, and even a pudding cup. A nice man helps her condense her items into a cardboard box for carrying. She grabs a fresh squeezed lemonade to finish off her deliciously simple lunch.
Slightly tipsy and overly giddy, she finds a bench to start eating. It’s amazing the different walks of life at this event; the die-hards who don’t care about the glamor of it all, and the ones that are here only as a status symbol. It’s honestly nice not having her phone; she’s a little more in touch with her surroundings.
Taking small bites of her sandwich, she’s startled when another man approaches her on the bench.
“Pardon me, miss. Are you Miss Barlowe?”
Taken back, she nods as she swallows her bite, “Yes, can I help you?”
“Mr. Styles is on the line over there,” he points to the hilariously old fashioned phone stand, where 3 mossy green phones hang on the wooden stand. “He just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”
Briar smiles, patting her mouth with her napkin and rising to her feet, “Thank you so much. Do I have to do anything to connect to the call?”
“Just press # and it should connect. I’ll be right over there if you have trouble.”
She laughs to herself as she approaches and presses the ‘#’ just as he said, “Hello?”
“What are you wearing right now?”
“Who is this?” She plays along.
“Your handsome, charming boyfriend,” he muses.
“I have a few of those, so you’re going to have to narrow it down,” she fakes a sultry tone.
“Briar – come on, you know I don’t like those jokes,” he mutters.
She laughs, twirling the curly phone cord around in her hand, “I feel like Carrie Bradshaw with this phone, talking to one of my boyfriends.”
“Are you insinuating I’m Mr. Big? I’m Aidan at the very least. The good guy.”
“Of course you’re Aidan. But instead, we get married.”
“Yeah, y’wanna marry me?” Harry can’t contain his grin as he looks around to see if anyone can hear him. “I won’t say yes until you come back here and get down on one knee, Briar.”
“In your dreams, Styles. Why’d ya call anyway? I’m just sitting here eating my sandwich.”
“Just missed you. Tiger got a birdie on this hole, so it made me think of you.”
“Aw, you’re cute. You’re the first place boyfriend today. You were in third yesterday, for reference.”
“Glad to hear that. Finish up your lunch and come find me. I’m gonna go to the 17th hole to try and catch Justin Rose. He’s an old friend from home.”
“Okay, I’ll come find you. Love.”
“Love.”
Briar hangs up the phone, the butterflies in her stomach buzzing. Since returning home from California, she’s never felt so secure in their relationship. He’s balancing fatherhood, work and their everyday life with ease.
Readjusting her skirt, she walks back over to the bench, mouthing a thank you to the worker who let her know Harry was calling. She sips on her lemonade, the ice rattling as she finishes the cup. Tossing the remnants of her meal in the trash, she spots the beverage cart girl. Briar smiles as she approaches her, requesting another French 75 and a Casamigos on the rocks for her lover.
The 17th hole is a hell of a lot closer to the clubhouse, but swarmed with people. It’s going to be a needle in a haystack to find him. Briar scrunches her brows, scanning all the kinda old white men with brown hair. Where is her old man?
Panic sets in for a moment, until she feels two hands on her waist, lifting her off the ground slightly and kissing her neck where it meets her shoulder.. She squeals, reaching for her skirt to make sure nothing is showing. He didn’t pack her any underwear, after all!
“There y’are, Birdie. Wish I brought your leash to drag my cute puppy around. Make everyone jealous.”
“They’d think you need to be sent to jail, actually. Were you able to focus in my absence?”
“Yeah, but I missed your hundred questions and commentary. Is that for me?” he asks, pointing to his drink.
“Yes, but you made me spill it on my shirt,” she frowns, her gaze traveling down to the beads of liquid wicking off the fabric on her chest.
Without a second thought, Harry leans down, pressing his mouth to just over Briar’s nipple to suck up the dribbled liquid. Her eyes widened, in disbelief he just did that. She grips the back of his hair, pulling him out of her bosom.
“H! What the hell are you doing? We’re in public!”
“Mm, I know. I’m so hard right now. And thirsty. Saw an opportunity,” he smirks, his grip now around the back of her neck. “Wanna take you to the clubhouse and fuck you dumb.”
“Harryyy,” Briar whines again. Little does he know all he has to do is slip her skort to the side to reveal her soaking wet pussy. She does her best to drag her six foot tall boyfriend to the treeline, hiding themselves from prying eyes.
“Let’s go. We’ll find somewhere safe. Daddy needs you to do a favor for him,” he says low in her ear, his tongue touching her earlobe. “Did I tell you how happy I am that you came with me?”
“I’m happy you invited me,” she places a gentle kiss on his lips. “Love seeing you happy.”
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The lovey dovey talk is how Briar got HOODWINKED into sucking her boyfriend’s cock in an administrator’s office at Augusta National Golf Course at the biggest event of the year. The door locked, thankfully, but the amount of foot traffic outside the door has Briar’s head spinning, even more than when his tip touches the back of her throat.
Harry lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my – fuck! Such a good fucking girl.”
Briar is pulling out her signature moves; cupping his balls with one hand, tweaking his shaft with the other when her mouth doesn’t cover it, and swirling her tongue along the ridge of his bright red, plump cockhead.
Briar bats her eyelashes and pulls off just as he gives his sign of completion; his left thigh muscle twitching. Harry’s eyes shoot open as he grips the desk to prevent himself from falling over. He was so, so close.
Before he can speak, Briar stands, pushing him to half lie on the desktop, opening his belt and pants wider. She climbs on the desk to straddle him, staring down at him deviously.
“Wanna ride you, Daddy,” she whispers in his ear. She sits back up, pulling her skort to the side to show him her pussy, spasming and begging to be touched. He reaches out to touch her, but she bats his hand away, instead placing her hand around his neck firmly. “Nope. No touching.”
Harry snorts, knowing anytime she’s tried to be in charge, she fails miserably. He knows she’ll be howling for his help in a few minutes. His smug look is wiped clean as she grips his cock again to line him up with her dripping hole. They moan in unison when he pushes through the tight opening as she squeezes him for good measure.
Briar bounces lightly, the skin of their thighs slapping together. She could listen to the sounds their bodies make for the rest of her life. He bottoms out a few times, puffs of air escaping his nose as he struggles to not cum immediately.
She starts to rub at her clit, her free hand coming up to tweak her nipple. His eyes are closed again, so she takes her middle and ring finger that are rubbing and sticks them past his lips. He moans, lapping up the wetness from her fingertips and choking on them a bit. She smiles before bringing the fingers back to her center and continuing to rub.
“Oh my god, baby. You taste so good,” Harry whines. “Want you to come. Then I’ll come in your little pussy. Don’t know how you’ll hold it all in there.”
Briar cries out, seconds away from tumbling over the edge. She leans forward, gripping the desk above his head. They’re making extreme eye contact now, the tension between them palpable.
“I’m cumming, Daddy. I’m cumming. Your cock feels so big in my pussy,” she cries out as Harry feels a tiniest bit of wetness expelled from where their bodies meet. She twitches, barely able to hold herself up. He sits up on the desk to support her and begins thrusting up into her with his hands wrapped delicately around her body, fingertips digging into the plushy skin of her ass and waist. He captures her lips in a deep kiss, her breath stuttering when he rams himself back into her.
The two remain intertwined, reality hitting them when Briar utters words he never thought he’d hear from her.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up. Make me yours. Wanna have your babies,” she fires off things he can’t even comprehend. “Want you to make me a mommy. Fuck – want it so bad. Fill me up, please!”
Harry’s breath is knocked out of him as he throttles upward, his tip colliding with her cervix every time. As he topples over the edge, he buries himself in her pussy – his eternal resting place, he’s decided he’ll request in his will – and releases his full load into her. He drops backwards, beginning her down to lie on top of him, his pants now hanging around his ankles.
“Oh my fucking GOD, baby. So fucking good for me,” he says into her ear, a shiver running down his spine.
“Love you, Daddy,” she says quietly, her ear pressed to his chest so she can hear his heartbeat racing.
“Love you so fucking much, Birdie,” Harry sighs, petting her back.
Harry smiles to himself. The diamond ring he has in his bag at the hotel is going to make an appearance even sooner than expected.
He’s sure of it.
#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fanfic#harry styles#harry styles imagine#Harry styles smut#dom!harry#daddy!harry#agegapfic#Harry Styles golf#golfrry#one direction imagine#daddy!h#fth h#fairway to heaven#harry styles x oc
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The moonlight falls across the familiar features, illuminating his brow with a soft glow, but Watson sleeps restlessly, tossing and turning, pursued by demons I cannot fight for him.
When morning comes, he is tired, his eyes haunted by things I still cannot imagine - I have faced danger, but it is nothing compared to what I have heard of the trenches. Watson insists that he is perfectly fine, there is no cause for concern - perhaps he knows better than I that there is nothing I can do, but my fears do not abate so easily.
We take the winding path down to the ocean. Watson is quiet, and it is not difficult to guess what occupies him. I try to draw him from his reverie when I can, but his smile is wan; an effort to reassure me rather than truly earned, and that is hardly my objective. He pauses at the water’s edge, looking out upon the vast sea - only a channel here, but it all flows into the same ocean.
I place a cautious hand upon his bare shoulder and he flinches away as though it is painful before he realizes the source; an attempt at reassurance, if an unsuccessful one. His hand closes around mine, his grip surprisingly tight, betraying fears I had not accounted for. The waves thunder around us and I wonder if this was not a mistake.
“Every day,” Watson says, his voice rough and low, “I thought of you. Even as the bombs were going off around me, the ground shaking as though the world was ending, I thought first of you and your perilous mission and prayed to any god that would have me that you might be safe.”
I pull him into my arms and silently swear that I will never let go.
#v writes#ACD Holmes#Sherlock Holmes#John Watson#ACD Johnlock#H/W#WWI#something a little different from the recent X-Men#a sketch for my FTH fic though Watson's symptoms will probably come and go a bit more than this
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sorry i'm getting back in my fiction podcast era btwww.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: MASH (TV), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Sherman Potter, B. J. Hunnicutt, Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Charles Emerson Winchester III, CT-6116 | Kix, Father Francis Mulcahy, 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Charity Auctions, Fandom Trumps Hate
Summary:
The MASH unit reacts and plans, having come face to face with HOW the Republic fielded a million man army so swiftly.
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Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!
Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!
Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.
So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.
Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.
Podfics
Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.
Fanart
Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.
Fanfiction
Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues
Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.
Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.
Blindinglights (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 10-20k and 5-10k words. Especially interested in: KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinBaku, TodoBaku, KiriDeku, KiriKami, ShinKami, BakuKami, KiriBakuDeku, TodoBakuDeku, Todo/Deku, ShinBakuDeku, ShinKiriBaku, ShinBakuKami, and KiriTodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki. AUs (college, coffee shop/cafe, camboy/porn star, "and they were roommates", villain AUs, yakuza, vampires, etc; I love AUs!), enemies to lovers, break up/getting back together, friends to lovers, single parent/kidfic, omegaverse, dub-con, incest, angst (with a happy ending), online dating/blind dates, fake dating, pro heroes, mind break, canon, and age gaps.
Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.
Roxi2star (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Tododeku, Kiribaku, Shinkami, Dabihawks, TDBKDK
Achievingelysium (AO3) @queenangst - Hey, that's me! Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Whump, H/C, emotional, healing, coming-of-age and new adult. Found family, friendship, characters taking care of each other. Monster-of-the-week/mission-fics, epistolary, identity, canon divergence, future fic, ambiguous relationships, slice of life. Dadmight, platonic BKDK, Dekusquad, Class A girls, Class A.
Starburstsunshine (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5.
Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.
One-fandom-became-all-fandoms (AO3) @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms - 1k words per $10 bid, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: (Romantic): BakuDeku, BakuTodo, TodoDeku, BakuTodoDeku, ShinKami, KiriKami, EraserMic, MomoJirou. (Platonic): Most other pairings. Gen/No pairings, poly-ships, non-hetero ships, BDSM, voyeurism/exhibitionism.
Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.
Luna_SelfIndulgentKitten (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 1k minimum for every $10, minimum bid $5.
Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.
Yikesohdear (AO3) @livelikeheroes - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Character/relationship studies (including platonic relationships!), Canon-adjacent AUs, slice of life, angst and hurt/comfort
Ternary (AO3) @ternaryflower53 - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer, ace&aro, and disability themes. Trauma recovery and emotional hurt/comfort. Dadzawa adopting someone, Quirkless Midoriya and exploring quirk(less) discrimination in fic. Fave ships: Midoriya/Todoroki, Midoriya/Shinsou, or those three as an OT3.
FillyBoy (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dark tropes, SFW, NSFW, Fluff.
Juurensha (AO3) @juurensha - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Interesting and unique AU's, Romantic Comedy situations, rarepairs, side characters being fleshed out. Dabi/Hawks, Todoroki/Izuku, Shigaraki/Natsuo, Todofam without Endeavor, Rei/Inko, Shinsou/Iida
Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.
AzzaBynes @azzabynes - Fan poetry. Less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Symbolism, neurodivergence (particularly autism, ADHD, OCD, and touch aversion), coping mechanisms, in-universe politics, asexuality/aromanticism, worldbuilding, pairings with interesting narrative consequences (for example, Bakugo/Midoriya has more narrative consequences than Iida/Midoriya, but it's not a hard line), angst with a happy ending
DarkTenshi17 (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 5-10k, minimum bid $5.
#fth#fth 2024#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#this took a long time i salute the fth mods for doing the WHOLE thing lol#if anything is massively incorrect lmk but for all details please refer to the actual offerings!
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Hey there writer besties!
Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 is up and running! I have beta services on offer this year, which you can check out in detail beginning FEB 29
If you’re not familiar with FTH, want a refresher, or need the timeline for viewing and bidding, check out their linked post below! See you on the auction floor Xx
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Getting to Know You Tag game
thank you for the tag @mugsdontlie <3
Three ships: this is the impossible question... i have just about finished writing jegulily so they are in my head atm, and i am also pushing the pansromione agenda because it is a crime that there are not more fics for them. also have to give a shout out to my ogs drarry
First ship: the first ship i ever wrote was eggsy/harry from kingsman but that was a very long time ago... first hp ship i wrote was wolfstar
Last Song: i sang "no way" from six the musical while i was cooking dinner does that count? if not i think i was listening to the fearless album
Last Movie: idk ive been binge watching friends for 2 weeks, netflix say how to train your dragon 2 but it might have been red white and royal blue
Currently Reading: Agatha Christie by Lucy Worsley
Currently Watching: friends, downton abbey and derry girls
Last thing I wrote: h/d career fair which is currently unedited oops should get on with that
Currently writing: my fth fic! just on the epilogue!
tagging @gloivy @uncannycerulean @vitaminpops @felixantares and anyone else who feels like doing it!
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WIP WEDNESDAY SUNDAY: 08/13/23
I’m spending the rest of this month finishing up my FTH fic, but I wanted to post something small for Nejiten month, so here’s another excerpt of never been kissed for today’s free space! This takes place a little before the previous excerpt I posted. (Pretend it doesn’t say I planned to have it done by February 😂) Hoping to have this one done in the fall! Happy Nejiten month! 🥳
Rated H for “Horny over Hands”
She throws three kunai – all three of which he dodges with ease, which is exactly what Tenten wanted. Neji wasn’t her target. The first two were distractions, thrown to move him into position; the third has lodged itself in the tree behind him, perfectly in his blind spot. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the seals she’d painstakingly placed along the blade. Tenten exhales, begins her hand signs…
…and it’s as odd as it was the other few times she’s tried it. Not quite like stepping through a door, and not quite like passing through a tunnel. It doesn’t matter, she can tell that she’s failed again; the tunnel-door feels closed, pressing back against her chakra and holding her in place.
Gravity takes over from there, mercilessly dragging her back to earth before she can think through what she’d gotten wrong. Neji’s more than ready for the haphazard downward swing of her kunai—
(the seals were right, she’s sure—)
Neji knocks her kunai away, she pulls a scroll from her hip and produces a flail—
(she’d worked so hard to design them, was it the strokes of the brush or the ratio of ink to blood—)
—jab to the shoulder, her flail meets the dirt as her arm goes numb—
(or maybe she wasn’t focused enough to—)
Neji’s first two fingers hover just between her eyes. A killing blow in the field, if he so chose. But he doesn’t look pleased with his victory when he drops his hand. He doesn’t even call it; he just rolls up his sleeves and mutters to himself:
“Let’s get you sorted out.”
Unblocking her tenketsu is managed as quickly as it was done, but waking her limbs back up again requires a bit more time and elbow grease. As he steadily kneads her forearm, Tenten takes note—not for the first time—of the state of his hands. Most of her friends have rough hands at this point in their careers, but the damage tends to be isolated to the outer side of their hands, broken down by years of punching logs (and each other). Neji’s hands are different. Though his blows are physically gentle, his use of every part of his hand to attack has left him with tough, calloused skin going from the heel of his hand to the tips of his fingers. Especially at the tips of his fingers.
Slowly and methodically, Neji massages her palm with his index and middle fingers. She can’t help noticing that they curl, ever so slightly, each time he presses down. Then he’s using his thumb to make tight little circles over the pads of her own fingers…one, two, three, four hypnotizing circles rubbed into each one…
“What were you doing?” he inquires, spreading her fingers out. “Your chakra, it wavered.”
Tenten lifts her chin to gesture to the oak behind him, inexplicably grateful for the change of subject. “The kunai I threw had seals around the handle. Summoning seals, but for myself. Like the Fourth. I was trying to recreate his teleportation technique.”
As she speaks, Neji’s grip slowly loosens until her hands slip out of his grasp. He barely seems to notice.
(Tenten, who’s finally getting the feeling back in her hands, notices. She really notices.)
“I thought I might’ve figured it out this time,” she continues hesitantly, “but I guess not.”
Disbelief is all over him: in his eyes, in the hand covering his mouth, even the rise and fall of his chest.
“You wanted to recreate a Hokage’s signature jutsu?”
His complete shock is doing wonders for her self esteem. “Yeah, I know.”
“I can’t believe you would even try something like that.”
If Neji doesn’t wipe that dumbstruck look off his face soon, she’s gonna do it for him. He just won’t stop staring at her. She gets that it wasn’t her brightest idea, but does he have to be so dramatic about it?
“Quit looking at me like that,” Tenten snaps, cheeks burning.
It’s like a genjutsu just broke over him, the way his eyes clear up. “Oh, um…I, uh, didn’t—“
“Let’s just break for lunch,” she huffs. She’s not in the mood to listen to him fumble for an excuse.
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Fairway to Heaven - Finale
Is it a Christmas miracle???
WC: 6.5K
Read previous parts here.
“Birdie?”
Briar is sure her heart is about to drop out of her ass. She begins to wiggle her toes to double check the scene unfolding in front of her is actually happening. Clutching her bag, journal, phone and coffee to her chest, she raises her eyes to meet Harry’s as she swallows thickly.
Her fight or flight is kicking in, but before she can flee, Harry is grabbing her wrist with his empty hand. This motion transports her mind to their first run-in at Wynnewood.
“Hi- I, what are you doing here?”
Harry’s brows furrow, bringing his index and middle finger to roll over his lips, slightly rolling his bottom one.
“I could ask the same,” he starts, taking a deep breath before diverting his gaze to the boy sitting to his left. “I-well, this is Oliver.”
The small boy’s ears perk up as he hears his father say his name. He nibbles on his bottom lip, triggering a dimple in his left cheek identical to Harry’s.
“Mate, this is Papa’s friend Briar,” Harry stumbles, the words feeling foreign in his mouth. Girlfriend, lover, light of his fucking life. Just a few of the terms he’d rather use to describe her.
The air is knocked out of her lungs as Harry struggles to introduce them. Of course she’d recognize this child anywhere.
“Papa showed me a picture of your doggy,” Oliver’s eyes light up as he meets her gaze. Briar’s mouth opens slightly before she replies, shocked Harry mentioned her to him at all.
“He’s a silly boy, right? His name is Gus,” Briar smiles down at him.
Oliver smiles and nods, taking another bite of his croissant.
“Sorry he jacked your table. D-do you mind if we join?” Harry’s expression is a mix of terror and hope as he begins to pull out a chair for her.
“Oh, um, I was just leaving actually,” she trails off.
Harry’s eyes briefly dart to the nearly full drink and pastry on a ceramic plate, indicating she wasn’t taking anything to go. He tilts his head at her knowing she’s full of shit.
Harry continues to pull her chair out, silently signaling that she won’t be getting out of this one. So, now she is sat directly between Harry and the boy. She places her palms on her thighs, trying to wipe the sweat that’s formed since this run-in began.
“Are you out here visiting your mom?”
Briar’s eyes dart back-and-forth. Oliver is still sitting next to her and looking at his sticker book, oblivious to the awkward tension between them.
“Yes, we all flew out here last Sunday. We missed our original flight because Cormac forgot his I.D. But it’s been smooth since then,” Briar hears herself start to ramble. “My brothers and Patrick have been golfing every single day, so I’ve been on my own."
Harry tilts his head, “Wow, so did we. I planned a two week trip out here, just the two of us. I wanted to show Oliver where Camille and I spent a lot of time before he was born. We jammed a lot of stuff into the first few days, but I think we’re quickly running out of steam,” Harry chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
His stomach is churning, unable to eat the pastry he got for himself. His eyes wander over to Oliver, who now has strawberry jam on his cheeks. Harry plucks a napkin from his stack and hands it to him, to which he murmurs a quiet merci.
Briar smiles at his little French accent, feeling a little tug at her heart.
Harry lets out a little sigh, unsure how to keep the conversation flowing. He leans a little closer to her, his eyes reflecting those of a wounded animal. His chance is right in front of him, so he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try.
His voice low, he starts, “Bri, what are the chances we can find time to talk while we’re both here?”
She knew it was coming, but the skin on her chest prickles with heat. Her thumb picks at the cuticle of her right ring finger.
“W-who will watch Oliver?” is the only thing she can muster up the courage to reply.
He leans even closer, his elbows resting on his knees as he grabs her hand gently. He smiles when she doesn’t jerk away and meets her eyes. He rubs his thumb gently over her knuckles.
“We have a nice little secluded beach at the place we’re staying. Come by after he goes to sleep?”
Before she chickens out, she nods. Harry unclenches and inhales deeply, heart pounding.
“Thank you. I think for me to be able to move on, I just need to lay everything out.”
Briar’s heart lurches at his phrasing. She tries to remain stone faced, but it’s taking everything in her to not jump into his lap and grovel.
“O-okay. Um, just, text me the address, please,” she fumbles. “I should head back home now anyway.”
She turns to face Oliver and places a light touch on his shoulder, “Bye, Oliver, it was nice to meet you.”
“Au revoir, miss Briar,” he flashes her a Cheshire cat grin she's seen a few times before.
Turning back to Harry, she gathers her things and says goodbye quietly before walking off the patio. Harry stands up as if he were going to chase after her. He bites his lip, holding back a smile before sitting back down at the table with his son. He got her to talk to him.
He got her to talk to him.
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Once Beachwood Cafe is out of Briar’s direct sight, she sits down on a curb to regulate her heart beat. What are the fucking chances?
She replays everything in her head from the moment they bumped into one another to her high-tailing it off the patio. Did she sound like an idiot? Or give off a vibe that she’s not interested?
He’s even more gorgeous than she remembered him to be. His skin was lightly sun kissed and his normally sunken and dark bags under his eyes look light and glowy. When Briar’s eyes weren’t cast down at her lap, she focused on his pillowy bottom lip that slightly bounced as he drew out his words. His words — the slow drawl and meticulous enunciation of each word. Her name rolling off his tongue sounded like the bells at heaven’s gates.
In this moment, her heart feels sunken below her gut. She’s sat criss-cross on the curb just around the corner from the cafe as Montecito moms whip past her with their $1,000 strollers and $24 smoothies. Willing herself to keep moving, she haphazardly rises from the curb, grabbing her drink and her belongings to make her way back to the house.
The walk isn’t long, but it is uphill. The sun is already glaring in her face, making her irritable beyond repair. They only have 2 more days before they go back to the east coast, so she knows she has to shove her true feelings for her mother down deep.
She enters the house through the side door that overlooks the small beach area below. The house is open and airy, so her mother knew she was there immediately.
“Hi, baby! How was your breakfast? Was that the last cafe on the list?”
Briar inhales deeply to deflect her mom’s ambush of a million questions.
“It was good, and yeah, the last one,” she trails off. “I, uh, actually ran into Harry.”
Catherine looks up from the sink where she’s rinsing off dishes from breakfast. She gently wipes her hand off with a towel before shooting Briar a gentle look of confusion.
“Oh? Why…why is he here? Did he follow you out here or something?” Her pitch increased at the end, now realizing her daughter may be in trouble.
“No! No, nothing like that. He and his ex lived here for years, actually. When you were moving here he told me about it. He brought Oliver on a trip. Just the weirdest coincidence,” Briar rambles out as she sits at a stool at the kitchen counter.
“How did he seem? Heartbroken?”
Briar chuckles, “quite the opposite, actually. If anything, I’m the one that’s a mess. I just ruined everything. He asked to see me tonight, and it sounds like he’s ready to get closure and move on. I figure it’s the least I can do.”
Her mother leans her elbows on the counter, looking her dead in the eyes. “Briar Elizabeth,” she starts, as a snarl breaks out across her face. “You say what you feel. Don’t ever just go along with what a man says, because it’s only you that will get hurt in the end. If you think you ruined things, then you have the power to fix it.”
Briar is stunned. She’s never heard her mother speak this way. On the other hand, she’s never had to go to her for relationship advice.
“I - thanks, Mom. It means a lot to me that you care.”
Catherine’s face tweaked at Briar’s response, a few tears prickling in her eyes. “I know I was a shitty Mom. I kick myself every day for it. Watching the young girls around here idolize their moms - it kills me. But, I had to get right for myself to be good to you,” she chokes out. “And I want to be good to you.”
Briar nods, her heart beating out of her chest. She slowly rises to her feet to meet her mom on the other side of the kitchen island. She crashes her face into her mom’s neck like she’s wanted to do so many times throughout her childhood.
“Thank you, Mom,” Briar sobs.
Catherine rubs her back gently as tears fall on her own cheeks. Their moment is broken up as Briar’s brothers stumble through the door after a morning at the driving range.
Welles is the only brother that notices their embrace, and he gently smiles at Briar before wiping a tear from her cheek. Catherine extends her arms to welcome him into their hug.
Briar’s heart feels a fraction of the way healed. The last step is to win back the man who she’s irrevocably and hopelessly in love with.
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“What was your favorite part of the aquarium today, mate?” Harry makes eye contact with his mini-me in the rear view mirror as they head back to their bungalow. Harry’s stomach twists in anticipation of seeing Briar tonight. If she shows up.
“The otters!” Oliver squeals, sending him into a frenzy of blabber that Harry can’t even begin to decipher. “I like that they hold their babies on their bellies while they sleep!”
“I liked them, too. What were their names? Do you remember?”
“Ummmm, the mama was Georgia and the baby was Beans.”
Harry smiles to himself before getting down to business. “Shower and jammies right when we get in, okay? Then you can read to me before bed.”
Oliver nods before laying his head on his new stuffed narwhal. Harry pulls into the bungalow’s shallow driveway before cutting the engine of the classic car. Oliver unbuckles and nearly jumps over the door of the convertible when Harry opens his door. He smiles to himself, eternally grateful he planned this trip. He finally feels like his pieces are falling into place, especially after feeling shattered for so long.
Oliver skips back to his room to start the shower. Harry stretches his achy back and sits gently on the sofa. He pulls his phone out to send one more “.” text to Briar. The message is blue, so he braves another text.
🦊: Hi. If you’re still willing to meet, the address is 721 Plaza Pacifica in Montecito. I can also pick you up. Just let me know what you prefer.
Harry lightly smacks his head against the cushion behind him. There’s no possible way to make this message less awkward. He thinks he’s been more flirty and forward in an email to Niall.
It’s no less than 30 seconds before he receives a response. His heart soars at the 🐥emoji on his screen.
🐥: Thank you. I can come over around 8? Does that give you enough time to put Oliver to sleep?
🦊: That’s perfect. See you soon.
He locks his phone and tosses it aside. His heart squeezes at her thoughtfulness and consideration for his son. It kills him that she ever thought she’d be a burden in their lives.
He hears the water turn off in the bathroom, signaling the little guy is out of the shower. He’s thankful Oliver isn’t a trouble maker and can be trusted to do things independently. He still heads back into his room to help with pajamas, teeth brushing and a book.
Oliver is 7 now, so he reads his books to Harry. It’s amazing how quickly he’s mimicked Harry’s accent and barely sounds French. He’s curious how this will change as he gets older.
They wrap up when Oliver starts to yawn. Harry kisses his hair and makes sure he’s snug in his blankets. Some anxiety washes over Harry knowing he’s about to head out to the beach while Oliver is sleeping, but he tries to push it to the back of his mind.
It’s 7:45 when bed time is all said and done, so Harry freshens up with a comb to his hair and dab of cologne on his neck. He has no intentions of doing anything but grovel for Briar’s love back, but he won’t turn her down if there’s a moment.
Harry sits idly on the sofa as he waits for her. His leg bounces annoyingly and the skin around his nails have been bitten raw. Headlights flash in the windows, indicating she’s here. Harry exhales before approaching the front door. Indecisive whether or not to open it prior to her knocking, he stands flush with the wall away from the window like a creeper.
Briar is standing in front of the bungalow with a nervous look on her face. She debated turning around and heading home, but her mother’s words ring in the back of her mind. Exhaling, she approaches the cream door and gently knocks on the small glass window portion.
Harry’s heart lurches in his chest at the sound of her taps on the door. He sucks in a breath and counts to five before gently opening the door. It’s a brief second before Briar gains the courage to meet his eyes. The corner of Harry’s mouth curls up ever so slightly into a presumably creepy smile as he wills himself not to drop to his knees and beg for her back. If he needs to, he's prepared to follow her wishes and let her go without a fuss, no matter how much it breaks his heart.
“Hi. Thanks for coming. Come on in,” Harry steps aside to welcome her in, taking notice of her outfit. White linen pants hug her legs nicely, while a chunky knitted cardigan covers the rest of her. Her hair is longer; nearly touching her backside.
Briar shuffles into the bungalow before gently setting her bag on the arm of the sofa. She stands awkwardly as she picks at her nails and taking in his look. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him at the coffee shop earlier.
His outfit matches hers; a chunky cardigan over a white tank top and light-wash ripped jeans. His feet are bare, but she’s sure he’ll slip on his signature vans that are so beat up they deserve to be put to rest.
“I- um. Is Oliver in bed already?” she flounders over her question, unsure why she’s even asking that.
Harry smiles at the mention of him, “Yeah. Long day at the aquarium. He didn’t even fight me to stay up later.”
Briar smiles before her eyes shift nervously around the room. “Should we go out to the beach? Like you said earlier?”
“Yeah, it’s really nice down there. I’ll grab us a blanket,” Harry says, grateful he has a chance to leave the room to collect himself.
He disappears down the dark hallway, leaving Briar to place her palms over her eyes to keep from crying. She takes two self-regulating breaths, figuring she only has a minute before he returns.
Little does she know, Harry is leaning against the door frame in his bedroom to try and feel grounded. He looks down at his trembling hands before grabbing the throw blanket off the chair in the corner. Instead of returning to the living room, he pokes his head into Oliver’s room to make sure he’s settled before they go outside.
Briar jumps when Harry returns, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Uhm, follow me,” Harry nods his head to the back door leading to the deck.
The view from the bungalow is similar to her mother’s, unobstructed of the ocean, and just slightly angled towards Los Angeles. The skyline is visible on a clear day, though those have been few and far between.
Harry pads down the wooden steps to the secluded beach, making sure to clear any brush that may get in her way. He looks back periodically to make sure she didn’t make a run for it. Each time, she met his eyes and smiled gently.
They make it to the beach, so Briar admires the color of the water while Harry lays out the blanket. Harry sits down, unsure whether it’s still his place to beckon her over to him. He decides to leave her be and let her move at her own pace. Hunching over, he wraps his arms around his knees.
Unable to prolong this talk any further, Briar retreats to the beach from the shoreline to join Harry on the blanket. He scoots closer to the edge to allow her to have some space.
Briar quietly clears her throat and looks at Harry expectantly. They’re dancing around the conversation they desperately need to have.
“How have you been?” Harry starts. He has to keep from pulling a face, unsure why he chose to start off that way.
Briar nods, “I’m good, yeah. Busy with school and the club. You went back to England, I heard?”
Harry reciprocates her nod and mumbles the mentions of his family and relaxation.
“Listen, I-I don’t know where to begin, so I think I’m just going to start talking,” Briar blurts out. “I have a lot of regrets about what happened.”
This statement piques Harry’s interest. He leans closer to her, making direct eye contact. For a second, his stomach swirls with butterflies.
“I was being a little irrational. But at the same time, I felt like a big decision needed to be made and felt like I didn’t get any preparation or reassurance,” Briar nearly whispers, her sad eyes looking back at him. “I know you said things and told me not to worry, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. So it felt easier to remove myself from it.”
He can feel his heart breaking all over again. He knows in the months between receiving the package from Camille then spontaneously going on the trip to France he neglected to communicate his thoughts. Briar deserved a game plan, and Harry spent all of his time in his head. He nods at her admission, before replying softly.
“You’re right. I wasted a lot of time in my feelings and tried to process everything on my own, when I should’ve done it with you. You’re my world, Birdie. There was never a moment I pictured this new normal without you in it.”
Briar’s heart sings at his use of present tense. You’re my world. She bites her lip as a tear wells up in her eyes.
“When I got to your house that day, t-to get my stuff, I already felt so awful. And to find out you changed the locks was just so disgusting,” she sniffles. Harry cringes, knowing it was manipulative and wrong. “It felt like you were trying to hold me hostage.”
“I know, I know, Birdie,” He says with a bit of exasperation. “You have to understand I was an entire ocean away, and I was losing the most important person to me. It was an act of desperation. I’m not trying to justify my actions, because I know more than anyone that it was a dick move. I’m so sorry for that.”
Briar nods, appreciative of his apology. Stray tears are still falling down her cheeks, so Harry gently reaches up to wipe them away. She closes her eyes when his palm rests gently on her cheek.
“My time home allowed me to do a lot of reflecting. Every day that I couldn’t talk to you, my love for you got stronger and stronger. So, I’m just going to fucking say that I miss you, and I need you in my life. A-and I know you have hesitations about Oliver and now Camille, but I promise if you just trust me, we’ll figure it out. I just need you to trust me.”
His hand is still on her cheek, preventing her from looking away. Without a moment of hesitation, she closes the gap to link their lips together. She rises to her knees to meet his height as the intensity of the kiss builds. Neither of them expected this. Briar was prepared to have her heart broken, and Harry was prepared to watch her go.
Briar pulls back, tears still falling. She stares into his eyes directly, scanning his face for any moments of regret. Then, Briar starts to laugh.
Harry’s brows furrow, unsure where this is coming from. At this point, the sun is completely gone, and they’re only surrounded by the sound of the crashing waves. Harry’s look of perplex is making her laugh even harder.
Through her fits of giggles, she finally says, “You said you were ready to move on this morning at the coffee shop! I was prepared to have my heart broken.”
Harry hangs his head, unable to even process this. “I was prepared to let you go for good! It wasn’t fair to hold on if there’s nothing there.”
“I wanted to fucking call you the very next day. But you know me,” she laughs again, wiping her eyes.
“Stubborn little bugger,” Harry says as he connects their mouths again. He pushes her down so she’s resting on her elbows, still on the blanket. He slots his legs to fit perfectly.
Harry’s hands wander all along her body the way they were always meant to. His broad, calloused hand slides to grip her side, before inching closer to her cunt. His other hand plays with the string of her pants, loosening them for access.
Briar knows better than to have public sex, let alone on a beach, but she can’t bring herself to care. Harry toys with her underwear, rubbing delicately over her mound. Unsurprisingly, she’s wet. It’s a reflex at this point. He circles her clit a few times, eliciting a gasp followed by a pathetic whimper from her pretty, glossed lips.
He slides one finger inside, closing his eyes as he does so. He nudges her spot, sending a shiver directly down her spine. Moving his kisses from her mouth to her neck, he sucks gently on the column of her throat. This distracts her, so he inserts one more finger. He pets gently until he feels her squeeze him and writhe around.
“Get there, Birdie. Missed you so much. You’re my soulmate. Can you come for me, baby?”
A prickle of heat builds on her chest as she cries out and slams her face into his neck. She tries to relax, but her mind flashes to the reality in front of her. She isn’t single. Her ragged, shallow breaths are masked by the waves. Harry’s hand leads her to lay back down on the blanket gently. He’s not looking for anything in return. He missed their connection more than anything.
He maneuvers to leave his body on top of hers, but not crushing her. Looking down at her, a shy smile adorning her features, he places a gentle kiss on her lips one last time before rolling over to stare up at the sky.
He intertwines their pinkies as they lay there, a comfortable silence washing over them. Guilt washes over Briar, thinking about Spencer. She’s never been one to think cheating is okay, no matter how south the relationship was moving.
Eventually, they stand up to walk back in the house. Being outside away from Oliver gave him anxiety. Briar understands, so she walks with him hand in hand.
Before they reach the steps, Briar stops abruptly.
“This is the worst time to bring this up. But, I started seeing someone while we were apart. I’m still technically seeing him,” Briar says, staring directly at the ground.
“The barista,” Harry replies simply.
Briar’s head shoots up in confusion, “How did you know that?”
Harry leans on the railing, looking up at the sky again. “Went into that coffee shop the morning I came back to the states. I sat in a booth to wait for my food, and you came in. Looked like you went on a run. You were wearing that purple pull over I love,” he laughs to himself. “Y’looked gorgeous, and all I could do was sit there and watch.”
Briar is speechless. She knows exactly the day he’s talking about. She felt off all night, so she decided to go for an early morning run. She went into the shop to see Spencer halfway through. Her anxiety spiked after leaving the store, but she had no idea why.
“I can’t in my good conscience do anything else with you until I end it. Will you wait for me? It’s just for a few more days,” Briar rambles. Despite them mending their feelings, she still can’t help but feel like it’s a dream.
The same level of uneasiness washes over him, before he locks her pinkie again, “here for it all.”
~
In the short drive back to her mom’s house, Briar sheds all the tears she’s held in for over 12 weeks. She cries tears of joy, fear and anguish. Sirens ignite in her head: cheater, cheater, cheater. A surge of guilt swirls in her stomach, unable to even comprehend her actions.
Even though she knows Harry is the love of her life, Spencer doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. She pulls into the driveway and pulls out her phone to find a message from Harry.
🦊: Here for it all. I am going to refrain from saying I love you since we’re going to take it slow. So, I like you.
The grin overtakes her entire face, and her heart swells. The reassurance and support she was missing all those weeks ago. She gently replies, a simple end to their conversation. She wants to be strategic about this. Minimal contact with him until she ends things with Spencer.
🐥: Like you, too ❤️
She notices no text from Spencer. They haven’t been communicating while she’s been gone, but she still feels like a text every once in a while would be appreciated. Pulling up their previous text thread, she notices her lack of enthusiasm in their messages. She can tell Spencer tries to keep her engaged, but she replies nonchalantly, if at all.
Locking the phone, she slides it in her pocket before walking back into the house. It’s mostly quiet, apart from a quiet glow of the TV in the living room. There, Briar spots her uncle watching Seinfeld reruns.
“Hey, Bear,” Patrick’s grovelly voice speaks up. “Where are you coming from?”
Briar sighs gently, placing her bag on the counter. Patrick pats the spot beside him to beckon her over. She sits, pulling her knees in and laying her head on his shoulder.
“I saw Harry,” she says quietly.
She can feel him tense, and he speaks up after a beat. “Oh? Why… why is he here?”
Briar laughs lightly, as that’s the same response she got from her mother.
“He used to live here, actually. He planned a trip out here with his son. We ran into each other at the cafe up the street. So, he asked me over to see if we could talk, so, I went.”
Patrick nods. “You know I don’t like to pry, so I didn’t. But I didn’t understand why it ended so suddenly.”
His tone is inquisitive, but it makes Briar roll her eyes. He and Harry became buddies, so she’s not surprised Patrick is only looking at it from that perspective.
“I freaked out when I felt like I wasn’t part of the equation. The time away was good and allowed me to think about how I really feel about the whole thing.”
He nods absently, turning the volume down on the TV. “So, what’s the verdict, then?”
“We’re…a thing. I just have something to take care of before we’re back together.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Whatever, just let me know when I can call him to go golfing again.”
Briar punches his shoulder, laughing a little. They sit in silence, enjoying one another’s company. With flutter of the butterflies in her stomach, Briar mentally prepares for her flight back to the east coast.
~
It’s been two days, and Harry hasn’t heard a word from Briar. He’s checked in over text, refraining from sending his classic “.” message, and opting to ask how her day is going.
He’s not nervous. But the constricting feeling in his throat for the last 48 hours isn’t doing him any good. At this point in their trip, Harry has lost all control of his boy, who’s currently throwing a bouncy ball against the wall as he watches on.
“You excited to see mum and your sister? And Theo?” Harry adds his former friend’s name at the last minute.
“Yeah,” Oliver sighs, sitting down on the sofa, out of breath from jumping around. “I’ll miss you, though, Papa.”
Harry’s heart warms at that, so he leans in to place a kiss on the brown curls, just a shade lighter than his own.
“I’ll miss you, too, mate. But mum and I will have a plan for when we’ll have a visit, yeah? Maybe spend some time with me on school holiday in America. And I’ll pop over to France when I can. Still want to introduce you to your auntie, grannie and cousin in Manchester.”
Oliver’s face beams at that. “When can I meet Gus?”
Harry pauses, caught off-guard by his son’s elephant-like memory.
“Well, I’ll make sure a visit with Gus is included in our plan. I think the two of you would be best mates.”
“I think so, too.”
“Alright, shower and then bed. We’ve got a flight tomorrow.”
~
The Barlowes are not early risers by nature. It’s a miracle they are in this line at security with time to spare before their 6 AM flight.
Her goodbyes with her mom went smoothly; leaving with not nearly the amount of animosity she’d come to California with. Her brothers all seem happy and healed; but ready to return to their normal lives.
Briar sees the few unread messages from Harry and even Spencer, causing nervous stirring in her gut. It’s not that she’s ignoring Harry. Or Spencer. She just feels like a piece of shit.
While Briar had a robust roster in high school and college, she never saw two men at once. Her head and her heart are tied to Harry; but her conscience lies with Spencer. She puts on her headphones and tries to ignore the chaos her brothers are causing at the gate. For a moment, she closes her eyes, until she feels Cormac pile on top of her.
“Ugh! Stop!” Briar screeches, shoving him off. He rolls off the stiff leather sofa and onto the floor. “For god’s sake, you’re 18, Cormac!”
“Jeez! Lighten up!”
Briar scowls, pulling her hood over her head. Patrick smacks Cormac’s head, giving him a look.
Before they know it, their flight is boarding. Before stepping onboard, Briar looks around to try and spot two familiar heads full of curly hair. They’re one of the last to board, so she frowns to herself and continues to her seat.
~
Harry and Oliver caught a later flight, narrowly missing Briar and her brothers. Not on purpose, but Harry is grateful for it. They’re back together, right? Why is he freaking out?
Oliver is exhausted from the trip, the two of them doing enough activities to last a lifetime. Harry is scrolling his photos, placing his favorites in a shared album for Camille to see. The family will spend a few days in New York before returning to France; enough time for Oliver to adjust to the time difference.
He’s made sure to download plenty of shows and movies for Oliver; taking the time to show him Harry’s guilty pleasure movie, Happy Gilmore. They laugh, eat snacks and reminisce on the trip.
The plane descends into JFK, causing Oliver to grip his dad’s hand tightly. Harry’s heart swells, gently tapping on his little hand with his thumb. He can’t help but be grateful for Briar in her quest to make sure Harry is an active part of Oliver’s life.
They collect their bags and set off to find Theo, Camille and Amelie. Oliver drops everything in his hands, scampering off to greet his mother. Theo shakes Harry’s hand and pats Oliver in a light hug. Camille pulls Harry into a tight hug, thanking him for taking Oliver on this trip.
“I’m really glad you did this, H. I think it’s good for the both of you.”
Harry nods, a tight-lipped smile donning his face.
“I’ll be in touch to make plans for school vacation. Did you drive or are you getting picked up?”
“Driving. You guys go ahead.”
“Bye, Papa! I love you,” Oliver says quietly as he hugs Harry’s waist, trying to mask the sadness in his voice.
“I love you too, mate. So much. I’m so glad you came on this trip with me.”
They hug for a few more moments, before Theo lightly whistles, indicating the car is here.
Harry waves sadly, watching them go. He sits on a bench as gathers himself. He pulls out his phone, with no word from Briar. His heart pings with sadness and a little anxiety, but he knows she has to take care of the barista before they are ‘back together’. It sucks, but he understands.
Pulling his checked bag, he heads for the parking area. It’s busy with families traveling and waiting for their Ubers and rental cars. Placing his bags in the back, he spots Oliver’s booster in the back, making him jut out his bottom lip.
In pure silence, Harry heads back home.
~
Briar bursts into the coffee shop, not caring who she bumps into this early in the morning. Spencer pokes his head out from the back, his smile lighting up when they make eye contact.
“Bri! You’re home!”
She smiles shyly, and a bit solemnly.
“Hey, yeah. Can we talk?”
Spencer wipes his hands on a towel and nods, brow furrowing slightly. He nods in the direction of an empty booth, to which they slide in simultaneously.
Spencer crosses his hands over one another on the table, looking at her expectantly.
“Um, so, when I was on my trip, I did some thinking and some soul-searching. So, I’m thinking we should stop seeing each other.”
He flinches slightly, opening his mouth and then suddenly closing it. Spencer gnaws on his lip for a second before sighing lightly.
“I mean, I don’t feel like your head has been in it the entire time, so I don’t think I’m surprised,” Spencer shrugs.
Briar’s stomach drops at that. She knows she hasn’t been herself. He’s a rebound at best.
“I recognize that, and I’m so sorry. I’ve just had a lot happen over the last few months. I hope we can still be friendly. We have another year left at school, anyway.”
Spencer nods, looking out the window for a second, “Is it anything I did?”
“No, no. I promise. I’m just a little hung up on my last relationship. It was pretty serious and ended abruptly. I hope you can understand that."
“Of course. I hope you find what you’re looking for, Briar.”
Her heart swells, appreciating his genuine response to her confession. She pats his hand on the table and slides out of the booth without even looking back.
She needs to get home to Harry.
~
Still riding in silence, Harry approaches his familiar street. He’s miserable going back to a quiet house. He debates stopping over at Niall’s to listen to him talk for hours just to feel something.
He sees his nosy neighbor, Maureen, watering her plants in the front yard, a little close to his fence. He know’s she’ll be willing to spill all of the suburban gossip he’s missed.
Gently bringing his Range Rover to a stop in front of the garage door, his heart stops when he realizes who Maureen is speaking to over the fence.
Briar Barlowe quickly rises from her position on his front step, a nervous yet hopeful look on her face. The fingers of her right hand slightly pick at the cuticles of her left, hands interlocked in front of her.
Frozen, Harry hesitates before finally opening the car door and running to his girl. He leaves the car running and door wide open without a care in the world.
“Harry, I almost called the cops. She’s been here over an hour waiting for you,” Maureen snipes, giving Briar a look.
“Shut up, Maureen! Jesus!” Harry snaps, not even looking over at the nasty woman.
Briar laughs, not even believing that this is how they reunite — for good. Their lips crash and embrace lovingly, not even taking a second to breathe. The force of both their bodies send them into Harry’s flower beds.
The fall doesn’t stop them from kissing and staring longingly. Maureen’s hose sprays them lightly, before she gives up completely and goes inside. They laugh through the series of kisses and gropes, some tears starting to run down their cheeks.
They pull away, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Hi,” Briar whispers.
“Hi,” he replies. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Here for it all, right?”
“I fucking love you,” Harry says, deeply kissing her again.
“I fucking love you too, Harry.”
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EEEEEEE THATS THE END!!!! BUT I HAVE AN EXTRA ALREADY WRITTEN THAT I MAY POST SOON <3 THANK YOU FOR BARING WITH ME AND LOVING MY LITTLE BRAIN BABIES
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Fic Files Ask Game
Sort of tagged by @livingmeatloaf 😆💕
RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigue them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Anything marked with a 🌟 is an active wip and the rest are things that I work on when the mood strikes hehe (but do feel free to ask about any of them!)
MXTX wips:
🌟 zhushen modern fth
🌟 Moshang BB First Draft
🌟 baby zzl road to 50k
🌟 bingqiu star wars au
🌟 zzl/mf/nyy new game plus
TLJ & LBH post-canon
dog gongzhi
zhushen h/c
sci-fi zhushen
tianxi wolf au!!
making liars out of honest men
demi tlj, t4t tianxi body worship
zzl just fucking kills hhpm
mer au bbb
MY UNCLE SOLD ME TO MOSHANG
dmc sv au (featuring zhuzhi-lang from the scum villain's self saving system)
scum villain centaurworld
wn/zzl main 2
tgcf star wars au
maybe we don't have to wait 'til we're better (xie lian's chronic pain)
bypt hualian extra
asasb PART TWO
Miscellaneous wips:
an long..........
mommy says it's xiao bai's turn on the xbox!!
sam trauma fic lol
in some doubt of a return
2ha star wars au
kalluzeb post-canon
What's a pretty bald babe like you doing in a wip like this?
protect your brother
capcom told me the spardas are trans
hisoillu...I GUESS!!
And I tag anyone who wants to do it! 🥰
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cant even remember the last time something has reached into my head & squeezed my brain in this specific way. it might have been worm actually.
#like i'm not being autistic ab it like h/fth or my cnovels its just. wow. extremely well done piece of storytelling insanely good character#writing. usually i try not to get emotionally attached to characters who i know are gonna get run through the blender but wow!!!#rv lb
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Signup Tips for First-Time FTH Creators
Never offered an auction in FTH before and not quite sure what to put in all those text boxes? We've been doing this for a few years now and have seen what types of offerings are most effective, so here are a few pointers to help you get started:
For everyone:
It’s okay (and even encouraged!) to offer only one auction if you are new to creating for FTH. This auction is reliant on an honor system; bidders need to trust that creators will follow through on their promised fanworks. We do a lot of followup, but ultimately we can’t make the fanworks ourselves – we have to trust that you will follow through on your pledges. It’s tempting to offer as much as you possibly can, we know. But defaulting on your promised fanwork(s) can result in you being banned from participating as a creator in the future, and we want to see you and your wonderful work back again year after year! Trust us; start small, and see how it goes for your first round.
Make sure to use those Portfolio Links! A lot of people who are new to the auction worry that they're not "popular enough" to get any bids. But many people browse FTH specifically to find new creators whose work they love! If you include links to your AO3, Tumblr, DeviantArt, etc, people who aren't familiar with your work can get an idea of your style and decide if they want to bid.
If you link to your Tumblr (or any website that uses a tag system), try to link to the relevant tag (many people use "my art" or similar) if possible. People are more likely to look through your work when they don’t have to do additional searching for it.
We only put the ~100 fandoms we expect to be most popular on the drop-down menu, but you aren’t limited to just those options! You can always write in any other fandom in the "Other" box. Yes, you can offer three write-in fandoms! If a write-in gets more than a couple of offerings, it may be added to the drop-down for the next year.
If your fandom has unique terminology, be sure to explain it! For example, in some fandoms "fancam" refers to a fan bringing a camera in to a concert and filming the performance from a different angle than official videos; in others, it refers to a video collage of footage of a particular performer from across performances or media they've been in.
More tips for each type of fanwork under the cut!
If you're offering a written fanwork:
Avoid the "Any fandom" option. People looking for fanfiction (or other written fanworks) tend to want someone who is familiar with their specific fandom and/or favorite characters/pairing. If you choose this option, your auction also won't get any specific fandom tags, and that is where people tend to look for fanfiction. Choose the 1-3 fandoms you're most interested or most comfortable writing in.
If your interest in a specific fandom is waning, it's not a good idea to offer it for FTH in the hopes that a good prompt will help you find that spark again. One of the most common reasons that creators default on their auctions is because they lose interest in the fandom, and you might get banned from future auctions if you can't fulfill your fanwork promise. If there's really only one fandom you feel like writing in right now, stick to that one! Don't feel pressured to offer multiple fandoms just because the option exists.
Put the pairings you're most interested in as well as your favorite tropes in the box asking if there's anything you're particularly interested in focusing on. Some people get very detailed here, which is great as long as you're careful to note which things are "this would be cool" and which are "I will ONLY write this." For example, "I prefer the book canon to the movie" is different from "I've never seen the movie and can/will only write book canon."
If you don't have much fanfiction posted, this box is extra important. This is your chance to let people know that even though you've only ever posted one Blorbo/Scrunglo fic, you've been reading a ton of Eeby/Deeby and would love to get your hands on them.
In the "NOT willing to address" box, be sure to put your hard nos. No matter what, you will not be held to any expectation from a bidder that you address anything you list here. This can be pairings, media adaptations, kinks, tropes, themes, whatever.
Be realistic about length. If it takes you six months to write a 5k fic, that's totally fine! But it’s probably a bad idea to offer 50k, given that you will need have it done by the December 31st deadline. No one will be upset if inspiration runs away with you and you end up writing far MORE than promised. But we (and your bidder) will expect you to hit whatever word count you choose as a minimum.
If you're offering fan labor:
Unlike fanfiction writers, you should seriously consider using the “Any Fandom” option! If you're just offering general beta services for a medium-to-large fandom, there will probably be plenty of interest just from that fandom. However, if you're offering up your specialized knowledge as a paramedic or culture-picking for a country that not many AUs are set in, consider whether you'd be willing to help with a fic from an unfamiliar fandom. Remember that you'd just be looking at the topic you're knowledgeable about, and wouldn't be expected to know characterization, etc. There might not be anyone in your fandom who happens to be looking for insight into the emergency room right now, but you might just make someone's day in a fandom you've never heard of!
Be realistic about what skills/experiences you can -pick for. We don’t require proof of how qualified you are to -pick for a certain topic; we trust you! But there is, for example, a difference between being familiar with a country’s culture because you consume a lot of content from that country, and being familiar with that country’s culture because you have lived there and experienced it yourself. Stick to subjects you have lots of real-world experience with.
There is a space to let bidders know exactly how much and what type of experience you have. You can put things like “bachelor’s degree in [subject]”, “native [language] speaker”, “[x] years of experience doing [hobby/job]”, or anything else you can think of that will help potential bidders understand how you can help them.
If you're offering art, videos, or podfic:
The “Any Fandom” option is a bit of a toss-up here. It's useful for many people in these categories, who are willing to look at references, sort through clips, or read fanfiction for fandoms they've never heard of. And, like with fan labor, you might be making someone's day who's in a tiny fandom with no podfic, for example! Unlike written fanworks, a lot of people do look through the “Any Fandom” tags for these categories. However, be realistic about what you are willing to do. If you know your motivation is tied to the fandom, or you're really not confident in your ability to do work based on things you're not familiar with, don't feel obligated to put “Any Fandom”! It's just something to consider.
Be specific about what exactly you're offering. We give some options for artists like painting/drawing, moodboard, etc, but feel free to give more detail than that. The more the bidders know about what they can expect to get, the more confident they'll be about bidding.
If you're offering an “other” type fanwork:
Make sure it really belongs in “other.” Fanwork offers in the “other” tag don’t show up when people search any of the other tags. This category is really useful for truly unusual offerings that really don’t fit anywhere else, such as digital typesetting of a written fanwork, or a guest spot on someone’s podcast (both of which we’ve had, from time to time, in past years!) But if you think that your offering might catch the eye of a potential bidder who is browsing through the “written fanwork” or “fan art” tag, you are probably better off signing up in that category, and then using the “other” subtag.
Feel free to use these tips as you see fit! Also check out this google doc created by @hkblack if you'd like a preview of the questions before you actually start filling out the form.
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who else is ready to wait months in hope for a latin american tour announcement that will most likely never come?! 😊
#lmao i'm about to cry#i just want to see her live#like at this point i know damn well i'm never going to meet hwr#but something that's as simple as attending a concert#we don't ever get the chance to#almost every artist comes here#i mean f*fth h*rmony came and they're really not known on here#but they came anyways#taylor would at least fill an arena#but nah#i know it's not only up to her#and everything#but i'm tired of getting my hopes up every time#i just love her and want to see her live
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