#wrting

[aurae-rori]

CSM AVENTIO AU short snippet

"Doctor," Aventurine says, as they stand there on their apartment balcony together. "What is your opinions on humans?"

"Where is this coming from?" Ratio scoffs, leaning on the railings. His irises widen, almost like a cat's, adjusting to the dark. His horns peak slightly out of his hair. He yawns, and with the light that Aventurine's lighter casts on their balcony, he can catch the way Ratio's fangs glint.

"Curiosity," Aventurine replies, and pulls out his next cigarette, placing it in front of the awaiting flame. It comes to life immediately, and he inhales it, then exhales, watching the smoke from his cigarette fade away into the dying night's sky.

"If you wish to know what I have already stated multiple times," Ratio says, "I think most humans are mediocre. They do not think for themselves. Their critical thinking skills.. gone." He glances at Aventurine's cigarettes. "Stop smoking. It'll kill you, eventually."

"Ah-ah-ah," Aventurine laughs, tilting his head back when he does. He then takes another drag. "That's the point, Doc."

"You are destroying yourself," Ratio observes, his gaze analytical.

The devil hunter grins.

The fiend stares back.

"Of course I'm destroying myself," he says. "It's a key human trait."

"I take back my observation from earlier," Ratio says instead, perfectly impassive, and yet, Aventurine can see the way his teeth grind together in the dim lighting. "Most humans are mediocre, but you are a self-sacrificial idiot."

"You've got me all figured out, don't you?" Aventurine asks with a wide, wide smile. It feels fake. It's like molten plastic on his face.

"No," Ratio replies. "I will figure you out, though."

"Good luck, fiend." It feels like a challenge. This is Aventurine's bet. He is a man of good luck - his contract to the Devil of Fortune deems it so, after all. He's been doomed since he was born, a lucky, lucky child despite the fact that Misfortune was brought to everyone around him.

Ratio will be the next to fall.

He doesn't seem bothered, though.

He grins back, all sharp teeth and inhuman eyes.

"In the pursuit of knowledge," the fiend of knowledge says, "I thank you for your luck. I won't need it."

Aventurine had known that this fiend - the fiend of knoweldge, the representation of human's fear of knowledge - would be interesting. In the way that he seemed to 'propagate' his own fear by teaching others, from the way that he enjoyed giving his knowledge to others, studying things - he was much more different then what Aventurine had in mind when it had been announced that the fiend of knowledge wanted to work with Public Safety.

However, for some reason, he was also... the perfect embodiment of knowledge. He knew too much. Inspired fear with the way he stared at people.

But not Aventurine.

Aventurine was never afraid of knowledge.

It seems that Dr. Ratio isn't afraid of misfortune, either. Maybe he believes that his knowledge will allow him to navigate the situation.

However the dice rolls..

It will be interesting.

"Here's to our new partnership," the gambler says, instead, holding up another cigarette for the fiend.

Doctor Ratio rolls his eyes, and pushes Aventurine's cigarette back towards him. His hands are warm. Almost... human.

"Keep your cigarette, gambler," he says. "I'm not intent on destroying myself in my own pursuit for knowledge, or the future. I also won't bet everything when I'm trying to achieve my goals." And then, without another word, he leaves the balcony, door sliding shut behind him as he pads back into the apartment.

Aventurine stands out there, in the cold, smoke tumbling from his lit cigarette, and the unlit one still in his other hand.

This will be interesting.

#csm aventio au #aventio #ratiorine #chainsaw man #csm #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr dr ratio #hsr ratio #hsr aventurine #aventuruine #aventurine #dr ratio #drratio #veritas ratio #wip #oneshot #drabble #idk what im doing #snippet #eat up my children #fanfic writing #wrting #writers #writers on tumblr #no beta we die like men #no beta we die like avens sister #no beta we die like ratio's self esteem

[longreads]

The Top 5 Longreads of the Week

The horrific trafficking of intimate partners. An homage to Pitchfork. Memories of a childhood spent in a Kentucky kitchen. Risking lives for extreme skiing. And why we need to calm down about UFOs.

Read why our editors recommend these stories here. 

#longreads #wrting #nonfiction

[hasellia]

The Process of Frank Herbert writing the Dune series (from my very vague memory of a video essay).

Franklin Patrick Herbert Jr. watches Lawrence Of Arabia (1962).

It becomes his problematic fave, and he writes fanficion; “Lawrence of Arabia IN SPAAAAAACCEEE.”

Franklin needs money and decides to send his fanfiction to a publisher. The book becomes an unexpected hit.

He wants to rewrite Dune to repair the ethical problems of his favourite movie, but the publishers tell Herbert that a rewrite or a clone will be seen as a lazy cash grab that would lose them trust.

UH OH! RENT IS DUE!!! If he wants to pay rent and eat a nice dinner, Frankie better write a sequel!

Sequel 1; The story continues, but the supporting characters pine for a better version of their world by vocalising the problems of the MC’s colonialism.

The audience doesn't get it. Maybe it’s too subtle.

Sequel 2: The MC commits major atrocities, including a horrific genocide. He’s not a god or a messiah. He’s just another worthless cog in the machine of colonialism.

The audience feels bad that their hero is seen as a worthless cog. Maybe he just needs Jesus. That way, he can make up for the irreversible loss of millions of lives! God finds a way.

RENT IS DUE

Sequel 3: The MC has a son to carry on his legacy. The son loathes him. He channels his inner cool rebel, angsty Sasuke energy to tell the audience of children that “pot is cool, genocide drools!”

The audience is vaguely offended that Sasuke said pot is cool and still thinks genocide is okay. Or at the very least, the colonialism was okay in the circumstances of the Dune universe.

Patrick is out of patience.

Sequel 4: Sasuke huffs all the pot in the universe and becomes the king god of worms. With his infinite wisdom, he writes a Martin Luther style manifesto of every bad thing his father did. Point for point, sin for sin. The manifesto is within the novel itself and is roughly 97.8% of its reading. Repeated throughout the novel and manifesto and the novel itself is “Colonialism and genocide is NEVER okay. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE , IN ANY WORLD , IT IS N E V E R OKAY.”

The audience’s main take away is that the king god of worms is cool.

Herb is out of pot to keep the Jesus in him. He is so tired of trying to just F I X these people. He channels every ounce of energy he has left to figuring out a concrete way to explain to his audience how colonialism and genocide is bad. In his late middle-aged life, it’s the only way he can stop himself from picking up a phone book to find and throttle some nerds.

Sequel 5: Out of the sand and ether, Sasuke Luther King God of Worm’s long-lost never mentioned before normal human descendant appears. She walks up to the audience, hold their eyelids open, stares directly at them within a cm of distance from her own, and says; “Colonialsim bad. Genoicide is a bad. Do not do. Is bad. Alway. O.k.?”

The remaining audience says. “ye. ok.”

Franklin Patrick Herbert Junior finally has a win and dies promptly on the spot from exhaustion at the ancient age of 65.

That’s just my guess, though. Most of what I know about Dune is from Jack Saint's video and a 10-second glance on Wikipedia.

#Dune #literacy #Frank Herbert #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune part 1 #paul atreides #leto atreides #leto atreieds II #dune part one #jack saint #wrting #books #novels #scifi

[elexuscal]

i love going back to the earliest part of a series before the characters know how important they'll be to each other (especially if there's any kind of active dislike) and roll around in the dramatic irony

#wrting #tropes #i love it in MBD between murderbot and PresAux #the first like 2-3 chapters of temeraire where Laurence islike uggggh no not a dragon this will ruin my life #spop with Adora hissing at Glimmer and Bo #heck even atla is good for this on multiple fronts #i LOVE this trope

[ham-le-tii]

Comments are the food for the soul of fanfiction writers, everyone, remember to feed your fanfiction writers.

#fanfic #wrting #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #it's 1 am and that's what's going through my head #food for the soul #i write anime fanfic and comments always light me up #even if you just leave like some random hearts #if you liked the story make your presence known!

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Wasted Time^

Inspired by Wasted Time by Best Coast. I think the title is pretty explanatory.

WC: 2.6K

There will be no part 2 because of these reasons!

Y/N felt completely out of place. Why was she here? She suddenly felt wronged and confused, more than she ever had before. It was an awful feeling that was manifesting in the form of a wave of nausea. In a sharp, prickling feeling that traveled from the soles of her feet to the very top of her head, it was painful and uncomfortable. She felt sick to her stomach now, suddenly not in the mood to be at this dinner and wishing that she had just stayed in her apartment watching her comfort show once again as she told herself that this was the last time that she’d be getting take out this month. She could just leave….she was already a bit late…having had a similar debate as she got ready and it took her a while to get herself into her car. But her finger just hovered over the fancy, recording doorbell and she was just about to tear her hand away, not sure if she was going to press it or not. But suddenly the door swung open and she gasped in slight surprise. It morphed into happiness and then pure disappointment and heart break as she saw Harry’s kind smile.

“Finally!” He said with a big and excited smile and she looked down to her feet out of embarrassment.

“Sorry, couldn’t find my car keys.” She said looking back to him, the tiny fib making him mumble a ‘typical’ through a chuckle as he grabbed her hand and guided her through the door.

“Sorry, I scared you. Was checking the camera for your arrival.” He explained, “We were waiting for you.” He explained and she wanted to scream. Why? She was nearly an hour late? “Everyone’s quite buzzed and distracted to be grumpy though.” He smiled at her and she just nodded with a grin before looking around. Something felt different about him about his space.She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, she’d been here before plenty of times, days and nights.

“Did you change something?” She asked randomly and his brows furrowed before arching up high.

“Oh yeah! But it’s the most minuscule thing.” He said, “The coatrack is now built into the wall, the free standing one’s gone.” He said as he took her purse and hung up with everyone else’s to show her and she giggled.

“Oh really?!? Wow! I’ve been telling you to get rid of that for ages, H. Everyone’s always bumping into it and whatnot. Even you’ve seen the number of bruises I’ve gotten from knocking into that thing.” She giggled and he did as well. It felt normal right now, maybe things didn’t have to be so strange and tense like she thought they would.

“That wasn’t really priority to me in those moments, you know?” He grinned with a suggestive tone and she hummed knowingly. 

“What prompted you to take action then?” She asked and suddenly from around the corner where a lot of the ruckus was coming from a woman she’d never seen before strolled out, her bright and perfect smile toning down from a fit of laughter,

“Hey baby, these hooligans are- Oh, hi!” The woman’s smile perked up when she saw her? Wait, had she just called Harry “baby”? Y/N was a bit frozen now.

“Y/N was just noticing about the coat hanger.” He smiled at the woman and she chuckled and looked to Y/N, grabbing her shoulder, not even noticing the flinch.

“Oh! So impractical, right?” She asked Y/N who just smiled and nodded in agreement, “Didn’t bother getting rid of it until he saw the bruises on my hips and legs from smashing into it.” She chuckled and Harry scoffed. Her bruises meant nothing to him, but this new woman’s did?

“Oh my god, baby. How many times am I going to have to apologize for that?” He asked and then she felt sick all over again. Harry called this mystery woman “baby” too. And she wasn’t stupid, the only way one would burst in with such force to bruise yourself into that old thing was if they were so ardently enraptured with each other that they didn’t see the bloody thing. Suddenly it dawned on her why she and everyone else was here and she felt like she’d fall to the ground from how her entire foundation started to crack and crumble inside of her. “Anyway, Rosie, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, that’s Rosie, my girlfriend.” And there it was…Y/N was feeling so many things, she’d figure out later if she was even valid in those feelings, but for now she just pushed them aside and smiled as she stuck her hand out.

“Oh none of that! C’mere!” Rosie smiled brightly as she pulled Y/N in for a hug that Y/N didn’t even know she needed. Harry was just smiling as Y/N relaxed into Rosie’s hold for a moment before they pulled back.

“Sorry, I was late.” Y/N apologized again, “You guys shouldn’t have waited.” She hummed as she shook her head politely.

“It’s not a bother at all. We’re just happy you made it.” Rosie spoke and Y/N hummed.

“Let’s head on back, yeah?” Harry asked and they nodded. Harry extended his hand out and Rosie slipped hers into it as they guided the way. 

Y/N was going to die tonight, there was no way she would survive this. Not after everything that had happened between them. Sure, it was never official like this, but for months they were together for nine incredible months - almost ten. Around late March is when he started getting distant, more moody, and flakey. He stopped coming around as often and would cancel things at the last minute and finally in late May was when he told her that all this was because he wasn’t ready for a serious and longterm relationship and it just felt like they were moving in that direction even though she had never even pressured him for that. She knew from the start that this was a take-it-slow type of vibe and after the first few times they had slept together they agreed to just see where things went. They even had an unspoken agreement to some semblance of exclusivity. He was the jealous type and wanted her uninterrupted time and undivided attention. Maybe she had been naive in expecting him to grant her the same devotion she was willing to give. It broke her heart all over again to see that he was willing to devote himself and have more but just not with her. 

When the rest of their friends saw her they all jumped up to greet her excitedly and she put on this happy face as they made their way to the dining room, making some small talk as Harry and Rosie brought in the dishes of food and after a bout two trips they were settling into their own seats. Y/N couldn’t help but feel an unnatural and cruel twist of satisfaction when she realized that his new girlfriend was sitting in the exact spot where Harry had set her down and railed her until she was seeing spots on his birthday, just this past February.

As the dinner continued and everyone started getting into chatting her mind just drifted with so many questions. Why didn’t he want her when she’d already given him so much? Had she done something wrong? Had her problem, baggage and shit been too much for him to wade through? Maybe she just wasn’t good enough for him? She suddenly felt used and inadequate and invaluable. Maybe it wasn’t all that personal or deep for him, but it was for her. She had this vile need to pick herself apart and figure out what would make him choose someone else over her after everything they’d had together.

Harry noticed that Y/N was uncharacteristically quiet and tame during the dinner. Maybe she was having a bad night? That’s all he kept telling himself because he just didn’t want to entertain the possibility that maybe he had really hurt her. But if he recalls, she had been fine with him ending their little tryst, secret affair, whirlwind romance, whatever they wanted to call it. He had never promised her more, at least not that he recalled. She’s one of his best friends, he cares for her a bit more than everyone else, she has a special place in his heart, of course he wanted her there tonight with everyone. He was intently staring at her, so much so that it made her glance over to him and she just offered him a small smile before looking back down to her plate and piercing through a carrot before popping it into her mouth. 

Why did he keep staring at her? Y/N was just trying to act normal even though the food in her mouth suddenly tasted of a bland mush and it made her want to gag. Her nose and throat were burning so hard from the intense focus of her trying to hold back any tears from falling. This was too much, she cleared her throat before excusing herself to the bathroom. No one questioned this as they were enraptured by a story Glenne was currently sharing with the table. As soon as she was out of sight her eyes started glossing over with tears and she rushed to the bathroom and locked the door, bending herself forward so that her tears wouldn’t ruin her eye make up or make streaks down her made up skin. 

“Fuck.” She whispered as the first few started to drip from her face. She felt like an idiot as she was in this ridiculous pose and reached for some toilet paper to dab at her eyes carefully, absorbing her tears. She straightened back up and looked at herself in the mirror and exhaled slowly, calming herself. Willing the hurt away as she put on her best smile, fighting internally to make sure that it came through her eyes. When she was satisfied with her ability to fake her smile she rolled her shoulders back and cracked her neck a bit before deciding that she had been gone a believable amount of time for a bathroom break. She opened the door and to her horror, there was Harry with his hand in mid air, probably about to knock.

“S’all yours.” She hummed as she tried to scoot through the space between his body and the wall, but his hand grabbed her arm before she could slip by.

“Are you alright?” He asked her with a frown and she summoned a perplexed expression and nodded.

“Yeah, H. I’m OK.” She assured and he looked into her eyes for a few seconds and shook his head. He knew her all too well and there was something off, although she was doing an incredible job of disguising it.

“Why are you lying to me?” He asked with a tinge of hurt laced in his voice from her deception and she scoffed.

“I’m not. I’m just tired, OK? I had a long day and am just still scatter-brained from it, OK. I’m fine.” She insisted.

“You were fine, up until you met Rosie and then you got all weird.” He pointed out and she shook her head, “Yes, you did.” He stated, “Are you…jealous?” He asked with some hesitation and she hastily looked away before she frowned and sighed, shaking her head “no”. She always broke eye contact when she was nervous or lying. He was getting frustrated with her, “Why are you lying to me?” He asked her again and this time she couldn’t help the hot tears that started to stream down her cheek and he reached for her jaw, grabbing it gently before turning her face up to him. He closed the space between them, frowning, his other thumb coming up to wipe at her tears, “C’mon love, what’s going on?” He asked her tenderly, voice dripping with concern.

“I-I don’t understand, H.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Why you did what you did? For months we were…together. Everything we did, everything we had was so good, or was I just imagining it?” She asked and he shook his head.

“No you weren’t imagining it. It was good, it was fun.” He said, grabbing her hand now and she felt her entire being just shrink upon hearing that.

“Fun?” She asked, almost vomiting from the way that word made her feel just sayin it. 

“Yeah, I mean… we’re friends.” He said and she scoffed.

“You told me that we would see where things would go.” She frowned and he sighed.

“So you are jealous of Rosie?” He asked and she pulled her hand away from his.

“No, I’m angry and hurt and disappointed that you lied to me. If I had known that you just wanted sex then I never would have agreed t-to,” she paused and swallowed down the unpleasant lump in her throat, “I love you, H.” 

“I love you too.” He said and she smiled sadly.

“You know how I mean.” She nearly whispered, fighting a frown and he frowned, “Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t!” He insisted with irritation.

“Yeah you did. You told me you weren’t ready for a serious relationship and then you go and get a girlfriend?” She asked, another wave of tears started streaming down her cheeks and he pouted, “Did I do something to make you not want me? I just… I don’t get it.” She said and he sighed and shook his head.

“No, Y/N. Not at all! You’re right, I’m sorry that I misguided you, I just…” he sighed, “I don’t…like you in that way.” He admitted and she sniffled as more tears fell. The rejection twisting her heart and making her throat burn as she held back a sob.

“Why didn’t you just say that and end it then?! Y-you gave me hope!” She scoffed with hurt and so much anger.

“I didn’t want to hurt you and I was… I really liked being with you, OK? It was hard for me to end that.” He said and then she let out the sob she was trying to hold back that entire time. Harry frowned as she gasped for air, his heart lurching upon seeing her that way because of him. She fought away from his hold on her and she paced back and forth, head shaking as his words processed. She then stopped and looked right into his eyes with so much disdain and hurt, he literally felt it weigh down his own chest.

“So you used me for sex. That’s what you’re saying to me?” She practically whimpered, feeling so stupid, naive, and worthless. “You don’t like me enough to date me but I’m good enough to keep around for a fuck?” She cried, “I can’t believe you used me and my feelings for you like that.” She sounded so defeated and disappointed in him, it cut right through him as she literally spoke his truth to his face.

“I-no! I care about you. You’re my friend.” He said and she scoffed through her tears.

“You fucked me and loved on me for close to an entire year and then tell me that you were just having fun?” She asked, the pain in her eyes made him feel so shitty about himself, “Then you ask me here, as if you haven’t ignored me for the last couple months by the way, and introduce me as your “best friend” to the girlfriend you said you had no time or want for?” She questioned and he quite literally was stuck, “You’re an ass and you disgust me.” She seethed lowly before shoving past him and slipping away. Harry hurried after her and sighed when he saw she had grabbed her purse from the hooks drilled into the wall beside the front door.

“Y/N, you knew that-”

“No I didn’t.” She cut him off sternly, “You told me not to worry about it, that we’d see where it went when I wanted to stop! You made me believe that there was hope. You’re so fucking selfish!”

“I'm selfish?! Look at you making me feel like shit for finally finding someone worth investing in!” He raised his voice as his temper got the best of him. As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. Even more so when she looked so shocked and hurt with what he’d just said.

“Wow.”  She whispered shakily wearing the most ironic smile on her face.

“Y/N, that came out wrong.” He said quickly, grabbing her arm as she reached for the door knob.

“I’m leaving.” She stated, tearing her arm away from his hold harshly and opening the front door.

“Y/N, please just try to understand! You’re one of my best friends!” He said following her a few steps outside and she turned around and shook her head with tear-filled eyes.

“We’re not friends. Fuck you, Harry.” She whispered before rushing off to her car and getting in. She could hardly see from how hard she was crying as she started rolling out and spared one final look at Harry from her rearview mirror, his hands were on his head as he watched her drive off. He looked upset, but before she could even begin to feel bad she sighed and focused her eyes on the road. Fuck him.

#wrting #harry styles #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #angst

[lainiespicewrites]

YOU GUYS!! MY FRIEND AND I HAD THIS IDEA AND WE'RE WORKING ON IT RIGHT NOW...OMG IDK WHY WE DIDN'T DO THIS BEFORE!!!

We both write. She hasn't written in a while and is wanting to get back into it and I was looking for something that was going to be more of a challenge to write. We both are big movie and book fans. We saw Dune part II together a few weeks ago and she was fully obsessed. She knows how deeply in love I am with Henry and all of his characters. She had the BRILLIANT idea that we write fics for each other about our favorite characters. It was hard for me to choose but I was really feeling Sherlock at the time so now she is writing a Sherlock and OC (based off of me) fic for me and I am Writing a Paul Atreides OC (same concept) fic for her! And it's gotten both of our creative juices flowing! We've been sitting in a coffee shop for the last two hours eagerly bouncing ideas off each other. Writers with writer friends! get your friends together and have a writers night! Write fics for each other! Do this!!! It's so fun. I can't wait to see what she comes up with! BTW she has a tumblr She hasn't posted any fics yet but she does do art as well and has posted some BEAUTIFUL ORIGINAL ART @hey-its-roseaurum if you wanna check her out!! Stay tuned for fics coming from her blog too!!

#fanfic writing #wrting #creative writing #writing inspo #writing friends #henry cavill #fanfiction #henry cavil x reader #dune part 2 #Dune fanfic #paul atreides #paul atredies x reader #writers #fanfictions #henry cavill sherlock holmes

[theelvenhaven]

Episode

Glorfindel x Reader

2.8k words

Warnings: Talks of depression, dysmorphia, emptiness, sadness

Request: In that case! Hurt & comfort for Glorfindel? Reader has been struggling with major depressive disorder and dysmorphia recently and is in need of some TLC. If I can be more specific the reader is struggling with recognizing their face on reflections and it's throwing them on a loop!Thank you if you decide to fill this request ♡

A/N: You are so very welcome! I was happy to fill this request!

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You hardly moved from the bed as you continued to lay there staring out from beneath your duvet, looking up at the ceiling blankly. You hadn’t moved in hours, save maybe to pick at the breakfast that Glorfindel had sent to you and barely touch the juice. Even if it was all your favorite, meals just didn’t taste as good anymore. Juice felt overly sweet and unenjoyable, just like most things did. 

You no longer loved to sit outside in cool morning breeze with your book in hand, the same book you hadn’t touched in days. You no longer could find the motivation to will yourself out of the bed if it wasn’t out of necessity, not even to bathe as all motivation and will had left you. You felt gross, and like you needed a bath yet the energy it required was just far too much. 

Not to mention, you couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror. Every time you did you hardly recognized yourself, the person who stared back at you looked different. Your body looked unproportionate, your features not your own, wide, thin, distant or too close. None of it made sense and it was different every time you looked. So at all costs you avoided anything in your room and washroom with a mirror. 

It was only making the episode you were suffering with only that much worse. Now not only did you feel numb and empty but the creeping in on self hatred was only growing stronger. For your appearance was always strange and inconsistent. 

You were just content to stay here in bed, not caring that life still went on without you. Not caring that you were missing out on time with friends, or missing out on spending time with Glorfindel. You had most certainly been avoiding those appointments with Master Elrond, to help manage these intense feelings but you just didn’t feel like you were worthy of receiving his help any longer. 

Let alone what was the point of doing so? When things felt so bleak and like they weren’t going to get better. Everything just felt so pointless and aimless. You were miserable, and there was such a heavy emptiness in the center of your chest, leaving you to feel numb and distant from everything around you. 

Quietly you rolled over onto your side, seeing the slivers of Anor trickling into the room through the cracks of the closed curtain. You simply sighed out, hunkering down in your bed, pulling the duvet higher over your shoulders. 

You wished the empty feeling would go away, that you could feel excited and happy and lively again. That everything would be okay again, you hated when you had episodes like this. Unable to move and do your normal things, to feel love and excitement and joy. You wanted to feel all of those things again, but there didn’t seem to be an end in sight to this madness. 

It made tears well in your eyes, knowing it was another day of feeling this way. You wanted it to end, to be normal and not have to deal with these things. You buried your face into the pillow on your bed, shielding your eyes away from the world, trying to take deep breaths to calm and steady yourself. You were just so overwhelmed and underwhelmed in the same breath. 

It was the sudden and gentle knock on your bedroom door that made you jump, bringing you to peer out over your duvet for just a moment. Assuming it was just someone to fetch this mornings tray, so you didn’t say anything only laying your head back down and focusing back on the curtains and watching the light dance across the floor with what slivered in. 

You heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob turning, the way the hinges creaked slightly as the door opened, and footsteps making their way into the room, quietly closing the door behind them. Still you didn’t lift your head to see who was in here even as the quietly stood in the room, simply observing its condition. 

“Y/N?” Glorfindel’s warm voice spoke up softly, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You didn’t want to see him- You mean… You did. But not like this, not while you were feeling so insufferably miserable, grimy and distressed. You weren’t presentable, hair tangled, unbathed, still in the same clothes for the last few days. You only brought the duvet over your head as if to hide from him. 

But Glorfindel spotted your movement, he had noticed your absence this past week. Felt it tremendously, having missed your smiling face. Your hugs and soft kisses, your laughter, the softness of your hand in his. He wanted more than anything to embrace you, to tell you he loved you… Yet he assumed that you had been avoiding him. That was until the maids had talked to him about how you had hardly left your room, and everything but your bed had been untouched. 

So it was more than just you avoiding him, he knew you had fell into an episode with your depression. He felt foolish for assuming you had been avoiding him, when in reality you had been suffering. The maids had told him it had been days since you had moved from your spot in the bed, unless it was a necessity… At least that part he could only assume. As the maids hadn’t witnessed it themselves. 

“Go away…” You croaked out softly, weakly. Not really having the will to fight him, you just didn’t want him to see you like this. You felt disgusting and unworthy and so terribly empty… Yet you only heard the sounds of Glorfindel walking across the floor to your bedside. 

“Y/N…” He said in a soft and lamented voice, hearing him pause just at your bedside. You felt him gently begin to pull the duvet down and away from your head, but you simply sighed. Not fighting him on it, only closing your eyes as you just laid there unmoving in your bed. Glorfindel frowned sadly, coming to kneel at your bedside, his head level with yours and his hand coming to card through your tangled hair. 

For a moment it was just silent, it felt good to feel his fingers running against your scalp, that he was still so affectionate. Even at your worst and lowest point Glorfindel, as far as you could tell, didn’t care. It brought on the feelings of mild relief, even if it was overwhelmed and engulfed once more by that familiar cruel emptiness. 

For a long moment, Glorfindel thought on what he could do for you, to help you in your situation. Thinking over the things you might need for him to do, if you hadn’t moved… Then you weren’t eating and you hadn’t bathed. It was decided immediately that he would flag someone down for lunch and he’d help you bathe, at least so you would feel better. You needed to be taking care of yourself. 

“I will be right back.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving from his spot, quickly moving across the floor and to the door. Flagging someone down to come and fetch the tray and return with lunch… And clean bed sheets so you’d feel better. Once satisfied that they were doing their job, Glorfindel came back to you. 

“Come on Y/N, let's take a bath, it will make you feel better.” He whispered to you softly, you were tempted to argue and fight him, but Glorfindel didn’t give you much choice as he slid his arms beneath you. Pulling you from your cocoon, you didn’t fight him. You simply couldn’t bring yourself too, you were just too tired. 

Glorfindel carried you into the washroom- shutting the door behind himself- where Anor’s rays were spilling in through the small windows at the top of the room. Brighter than your bedroom, making you squint as you adjusted to the change in light, you felt your partner set you down on the bench in your washroom. Before he left you and went to turn on the water to the tub, you watched as he checked the temperature before plugging the tub. 

Adding in soap for a bubble bath, and quickly he grabbed a brush so he could do your hair. Any other time you would’ve been hesitant to undress in front of your partner, considering you weren’t wed. But he was right that you needed something to make you feel better, quietly he came back to you and gently helped you undress from your night clothes. 

Careful to help your arms out, pulling it over your head. Undoing little buttons, helping you stand before he walked you over to the tub. Not once did his eyes wander to places they shouldn’t go, not once did he make suggestive comments, or say anything that would make you uncomfortable. Bringing you to relax despite being bare before him for the first time, 

“Careful.” He muses softly to you as you come to the edge of the tub before climbing in, holding his hand to steady yourself. You can feel his strength as he holds you steady, and finally you can sink down into the tub, letting the warm water lap at your skin up to your chest. You sigh with relief at how good and warm it felt to be in the tub. How clean and fresh you already felt, 

“I will brush the tangles out before you wash your hair.” Glorfindel says to you, bringing the bench to the back of the tub and encouraging you to lean back against the tub. Softly does he pull your hair out and over the edge, where softly he begins to brush. 

“Have you seen Master Elrond?” He asks you softly, running the brush gingerly through your hair. You sigh out at his words, knowing this episode would be much more manageable if you had just made your appointments but you hadn’t. 

“No… I haven’t…” You whisper out to him in a soft voice, feeling like an utter failure that you couldn’t even keep to seeing him. Fully expecting for Glorfindel to be disappointed in you for not having gone, to blame you for being in this state because of the fact you hadn’t been still receiving therapy. 

“That is alright, we can send for him. I am sure he will make the time for you, seeing as this is an emergency.” He says gently, his brush still running through your hair. Carefully brushing out the tangles, making sure not to pull or rip through your hair painfully so, you forgot how good it felt to have him brush your hair. So you closed your eyes, savoring just how wonderful it was to have him tend to you. You felt your heart swell as the realization of his love started to creep in.

“Is it an emergency?” You asked softly, it was just an empty voice you spoke with and Glorfindel hummed out in reassurance, 

“Yes. It is an emergency, seeing as you are hardly taking care of yourself.” He says to you rather casually, yet you can’t help but feel as though he is upset with you. Maybe even on the verge of chastising you for not taking care of yourself. You grow teary eyed at the idea that he’s so disappointed in you, bringing a hand up to cover your eyes as you try to hide them from him. 

“I’m sorry…” You croak out, and Glorfindel pauses in his brushing coming quickly to the side of the tub. One hand gently caressing the exposed part of your face, 

“Y/N it’s okay, there is nothing to be sorry for.” He whispers to you gently, “I’m not upset with you, everything is alright.” He assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, you nod removing your hand to look at Glorfindel and he gives you a soft smile. He leaned to press a soft kiss to your lips and you sigh against him. It feels so good to have his affections and his care, you were starting to feel silly for having hidden in your room away from him. 

“If anything I should apologize to you over the fact that here you had been having an episode… And I hadn’t come to check on you sooner. For that I am sorry, Y/N.” Glorfindel said in a sweet and apologetic voice, you simply nodded. Just unable to really find your voice right now, but Glorfindel wasn’t offended by your lack of verbal answer. 

“Now, let me finish brushing your hair. I’ll leave you to bathe and help the maids change your bedsheets, hm?” Glorfindel said, his fingers coming to brush again through your hair as he stayed at the edge of the tub, his blue eyes honed in on yours and slowly you began to nod your head again.

Glorfindel gave you one last kiss, and then stood from his place going back to the bench to brush your hair again. Careful of all the tangles, taking his time, humming out a tune along with it putting you entirely at ease. For now you could definitely see that things were going to be okay, it felt like there might be a light at the end of the tunnel. Even if that tunnel was very long and you were nowhere near the end. 

Finally Glorfindel was satisfied that he had brushed all of your tangles out, before he stood to set the brush back onto the countertop of the washroom. Carefully he came back to you, gently pressing another kiss to your forehead, 

“I will leave you to bathe and I will be back with a fresh change of clothes.” He said to you, before getting up and slipping out the door carefully. Leaving you to your own devices in the bathroom, you sighed out, sinking lower into the tub. Letting the water cover your lips, relaxing in the tub. 

Glorfindel was right… This did make you feel better. You were starting to feel clean and better physically, so with that, you slid further into the tub to soak your hair. Running your fingers through it to make sure that all of it got wet before you sat up, reaching for the shampoo lathering it up and putting it in your hair. 

You took your time washing your hair, before conditioning it and finally bathing yourself. Before you could get the tub unplugged did Glorfindel come back into the washroom. With a set of fresh night clothes in hand, he didn’t see a point in making you get ready for the day when it was clear that you weren’t feeling well. 

With as much care as before, Glorfindel helped you out of the tub before he wrapped you in a big warm fluffy towel. His arms wrapping around your waist before he pressed several kisses to the top of your head, uncaring if you dampened his clothes. 

Taking your time you dried off, and Glorfindel was quick to help you change into your new night clothes, taking the time to button them up, help you slip your arms through it. When all was said and done, Glorfindel gently lifted you again from the floor, to carry you back out to your room. 

Your room had been tidied up while you had been bathing and the curtains were drawn slightly to let in the rays of Anor. Your sheets and duvet changed into fresh and clean ones and a meal was sitting on the bed on a tray, waiting for you to come and eat it. Glorfindel set you on the bed, before he took his place next to you, bringing you to pause. 

“Don’t you have work?” You asked in a soft voice, so you could brace yourself for when he would leave, but Glorfindel just scooted across the bed to be next to you. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head again, shaking his head. 

“No, I told Elrond what was going on. He gave me the rest of the day off.” Glorfindel explained before he reached for the tray to pull up to you so you could eat. 

“Oh… Well I am glad you aren’t leaving.” You answered him, and Glorfindel gave you a soft smile. 

“I am glad to be here, Y/N. Do you want me to stay when Elrond comes to speak with you?” He asked you wanting to make sure that you wanted him here or if you needed more space. For a moment you thought, especially as you finally began to pick at your meal. Shrugging finally,

“I don’t see why not.” You answered, “Thank you Glorfindel.” 

“Of course, meleth nin. Anything you need from me, I am here for you.” He assured you and you felt a weight fall off your shoulders, relieved that he would help you without question. Maybe you were worthy of getting help after all… You were glad Glorfindel stopped by and even more glad that he had helped you and was going to continue helping you. 

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[fantasyfictionfables]

-| Devotion |-

Link to AO3

Summary:

Gale and Athena get to take a well-deserved bath in Sharess´ Caress. A short OneShot about devotion, intimacy, hopes and promises.

The water engulfing her calves was pleasantly warm; the sound of flowing water for the first time in a long while coming from an artificial source – a little fountain - rather than the streams they had gotten used to. The faint scent of roses filled the air, bringing a luxury into the Paladin´s life she had believed lost.

It was a soft touch at the wrist, which called the Half-Elf out of her mind´s musings.

The instinct to turn around averted by a broad chest pressed against her curved back.

The sigh escaping her provoked a deep chuckle, the body behind her vibrating soothingly with it. Warm skin against hers, chest hair caressing her tender flesh.

Gale´s strong arms embraced her, his lips bestowing a tender kiss upon her hair.

“What gift from the Gods to have been blessed with a clever woman. Who would have thought we would end up bathing in a brothel?”

The wizard´s words coaxed a smile from Athena. Who would´ve thought, indeed?

“I did not take Raphael´s deal, but I knew requesting time in Sharess´ Caress to take a bath, would make him think it can only increase the chances of us reconsidering. He might have thought it would heighten my sympathy for him. Maybe he saw right through me but took a liking to us? Whatever made him grant the wish, I´m grateful.”

Her words resembled more a mumbling than anything else; her eyes closed, while giving into the delicate feeling his nuzzling of her neck evoked.

“Whoever would deny you the use of their rooms to cleanse your body and bring you pleasure is a cruel fool.”

The words left him before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder, extracting the sweetest moan from his beloved.

“Gale.” His name broke free like a silent prayer. In a way it qualified as one; a prayer to the goddess which personified love and beauty.

His strong hands found her waist; his wide chest lowered itself behind her with the rest of his athletic body, and before she had enough time to contemplate what was transpiring, his teeth grazed the soft skin between her buttocks and her thigh.

“You resemble the dawn and are beautiful like the moon; bright as the sun and awe-inspiring like an army with banners. (Ref. Song of Solomon 6:10)

The gods look down upon you and desire you to be one of them. What a goddess you are, even now with a beating heart in your chest.”

Her womanhood clenched with the shudder taking over her body; desire flooding her veins not yet like burning flames but glimmering coals.

The buds of the hills that were her breasts rose in anticipation; her feminine hands finding into her kneeling lovers´ hair.

Mind blurred the thought winning out was one which prodded another amused huff from him.

“Your knees...”

“Will be fine”, he finished her sentence, adding an “although they might punish me”, in a confession only audible to himself.

The outsides of his index fingers caressed her tights from back to inside, imploring her to allow him closer to her sanctum.

Granting him his silent request she opened her pillars of marble; giving herself fully to him. Her vulnerability was rewarded with the velvet touch of his fingers.

A needy sigh left her; one others would be ashamed to offer the room.

His fingers probed her folds softly, eventually dipping curiously into the well of her nectar.

It was his turn to groan.

“You´re already prepared to welcome me home.”

He felt her insides tightening around his fingers upon hearing his assessment. She was divine. Truly and completely otherworldly.

“I´m always awaiting your homecoming, Gale.”

Athena´s whispered declaration of love made him lean his head against her lower back.

He did not deserve such love; most certainly not from a woman like her. He could not offer much, and having agreed to her wish of rejecting godhood, he never would. Despite her repeated claims of devotion to the man he was; despite her never ceasing compliments and her endearing dedication to him visible in expression as in deeds – it was incomprehensible to him that she could be satisfied with Gale the fallen wizard, when she deserved the world at her feet.

Redirecting his thoughts, he kissed her spine.

“Let me indulge in your proximity before burying myself fully in your depths. I want to lose myself in you; for once surrounded by the olfactory pleasure of scented oils, magically secured doors, and daylight caressing your alabaster skin. I want to drink from the sweet wine that are your lips, taking in every shudder of your body and every sigh rising through your throat.”

Slowly turning around – the sound of moving water accompanying her – she placed her elegant hands, which had allowed for her survival through many trials, on his shoulders. A dance led one of them up to his neck and eventually into his hair; softly massaging his scalp - eliciting a quivering sigh.

“I love you, Gale Dekarios. I promise to do everything in my power to ensure we have the life we envisioned together. You will see Waterdeep again, and we will let the wine in your cellar touch our tongues before intertwining them in front of the hearth in your tower. We are nearly there; not long and all of this tyranny will find its end. There is hope – and not one founded in blind optimism either.”

She saw the smile in his eyes before it seized his lips; her fingers gently brushing his temple.

“Let me work oil into your skin, while easing your aching muscles. Allow me to eat the fruit of your garden while indulging in your very own fragrance.”

Her sensual whisper reached his ear with the caressing wind of her breath; her soul-searching eyes, now that she was kneeling before him, on his level and full of devotion. He was certain it rivaled the feeling of a god worshipped.

His capable hands cupped her face as if it were the most delicate thing they had ever dared touch, a thumb prying her lips to part by stroking the plump lower one.

Their bond was electrifying the air around them; even an onlooker would´ve been able to sense it. The warmth between them lay like a heavy blanket upon their shoulders, calling them to union. The sun beams shining through the window not merely aiding their hearts´ efforts of keeping them warm, but also enforcing the dream-like scenery.

“How beautiful you are in your boundless devotion.” He paused, his eyes taking in every detail of her face and upper body – her hands having found his in the meantime. How glorious this wonderful creature; how ethereal this woman he was whole-heartedly bound to. If she wished to fuse with him by starting with non-verbal promises to him, so be it. Doubting her was far from him.

“Very well, let us explore. I´m ready and willing.”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #dnd #romance #rpg #faerun #video game #love #forgotten realms #tav #female tav #bg3 fanfiction #fandom #fanfiction #bath #wrting #female original character #rizzard of waterdeep #devotion #promises #hope #athena dekarios

[ramyeonpng]

There’s no shame in starting something new, something creative, something out of the blue, something enough to surprise me, the writer, too.

#poetry

#poetry #new #blue #too #wrting #lucy dot txt

[ohnocreativity]

Not a love story. 

Dystopias aren’t a dating ground for the main characters, unlike what Hollywood thinks.

Dystopian environments should make the main character and reader question everything and everyone. Would they tell me to the government? Would they leave me behind as we run away from infected people? Should I trust them? 

Hollywood focuses too much on love to notice that the economy is collapsing and trust is a difficult and complicated thing while living in a dystopia.

In this essay I will be comparing The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner and between the books and the movies.

In the Hunger Games Trilogy, the books written by Suzanne Collins), there are plenty of instances when the main character, Katniss Everdeen makes it plainly clear that she doesn’t want to have a relationship with either Gale (her childhood best friend) and Peeta (the boy who saved her life when they were young.)

She only wants to save her younger sister, Primrose, and their mother. Anyone else is just a bonus. However, playing the star-crossed-lovers is what managed to save her and Peeta from the first games, because the Capitol (like America and Hollywood) wants to see a love story. After 74 years of having every other type of victory story, romance is perfect for them. “Haymitch is right. Star crossed lovers, they eat that stuff up in the Capitol.”

Katniss Everdeen fully believes in the “eye for an eye” motive. She cannot let go of the fact that Peeta saved her life when they were young, which proves to be a good motivation to destroy the Capital and its ideals of using child slaughter as entertainment. 

Even though everyone in the Capital, as well as real life fans who only watch the movies, believe that Katniss and Peeta’s love for each other is what sparked the rebellion that led to the revolution, that is incorrect.

It was the murder of a 12 year old girl in the first games and Katniss’s grief that made the other Districts realise that they are done watching their children be placed in the awful situation where humans are pitted against each other and are forced to fight for the entertainment of others.

If Peeta wasn’t in the Hunger Games, it would still have a powerful message and Katniss Everdeen would still not be with Gale.

Although, in the prequel of the Hunger Games, we learn that before the 11th Game the Capital people didn’t enjoy watching the Hunger Games, not while contrasting their reactions in the 74th. For them it was as much punishment as it was for the District people.

In the end of the books, it is even shown that Katniss left Peeta. She left both of her love options so she can just live by herself and do what she wanted back in District 12. 

Peeta, like always, came to her. 

Survival takes precedence over romance within the books of The Maze Runner. We see it numerous times. 

In the Scorch Trials, when Teresa betrayed Thomas and still believed that W.I.C.K.E.D was good, that was the answer.

In the movies of The Death Cure, Teressa choses W.I.C.K.E.D again and decides to stay, even so. The romance still clouded Thomas’ decision, he was hesitant to trust Teresa but less so than the others.

In the movies Teresa betrays Thomas on an almost daily basis, it was starting to get very tiring. She kept getting into contact with W.I.C.K.E.D (Although it is spelled WCKD for some reason), ignoring the fact that they have failed so many times at so many things. They were meant to keep the Gladers(or subjects as they referred to them) under control, and failed. They were meant to find a cure for the Flare, but failed. They were meant to save humanity and yet again they failed.

In the movies, Teresa’s faith in WCKD was conflicting with her love for Thomas, but near the end of the books Teresa thought she was saving Thomas.

In both The Maze Runner and The Hunger Games (the movies), people’s main focus is romance. As such the screenwriters must have decided to use that to their advantage and focus on it as well. Perhaps because the real meaning of the books were too dark for Americans to take seriously and probably because when someone goes to see a movie they want to be entertained, they want to be moved by something that is seen in regular life. Cranks and murdered children are often evasive from the day-to-day life of people.

So, what is the real meaning of the books?

With The Hunger Games, I believe its main focus is how easily humans can be distracted by positive media, sparkly dresses and good food. As long as things are disguised by something pretty and something that releases endorphins, it’s ok.  The Capital uses bureaucracy, politicians, social, culture and  media control, that is what makes it dystopian.

With The Maze Runner, the main focus is how easily humans betray one another for “the greater good.” It is easy to be lied to, especially when they want to be lied to.

W.I.C.K.E.D lied to themselves. They believed they could play God with children. There were alternatives that they could have taken, but they were less entertaining to do. W.I.C.K.E.D used bureaucracy control like the Capital, but there wasn’t much media to control over, so they got creative. They used psychology to confuse the main characters, making them doubt everything. Their names, their whereabouts. The Gladers were physically confined into the Glade.

Bureaucracy, psychology, resources, physical and information control. 

Dystopian is described as an unfair society… Like ours.

#writeblr #trying my hand at essay wrting #A bit dramatic #but I have a feeling I'm missung something #essay writing #academics #dystophian #dystopia #the hunger games #maze runner #tmr #thg series #tmr books #tmr movies #wrting

[legobiwan]

Taking some time to do a little writing before hunkering down with work for the day...

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“While our stubborn hold on these semi-corporeal forms is proof of the Chaos Heart’s hand, I wouldn’t want to test my luck,” he enunciates. “There are tortures beyond death, a deep end to the mysteries of nihility you wouldn’t dare dip a single toe in, if presented the choice.” Dimentio digs his fingers into Luigi’s shoulders. “There is something deeply wrong with these creatures, Luigi. I know you feel it, too. It’s as if they were fashioned from the excrement of destruction itself.”

#hello there #wrting #the eternal struggle #solus creatura #i have SO MANY scenes drafted i just need to put them in order and have them make sense #gods luigi and dimentio have THE BEST on-screen chemistry #SO SO SO FUN to write

[midnights-dragon]

Do you ever just have random scenes that you end up writing entire fics just to make work? I'm very curious because that is how like. At least 80% of Wands and Needs came to be. Brain gave me a single scene and I bent my creativity to revolve around it and then boom I had a one-shot

Of course! That is absolutely how like half of my fics are born. Most of my fics START OUT as like 6-word Tumblr posts. Serpent's Requiem, for example, which is like 10k words, started out as me posting an idea on Tumblr, going to bed right after, and waking up in the morning to be reminded of the post, and immediately drafting out like half the story.

#i love random strokes of inspiration #come to me more often maybe?? #<3 #thanks for the ask! #:3 #mutuals #personal #wrting #silly stuff #good omens fic

[rosecreates]

Temptation of Death

On a night where Nimue's trance is particularly fitful, she finds herself face to face with Astarion.

Word Count: 1,620

Pairing(s): Vague Dark Urge/Astarion pre-relationship

Characters: Nimue (My Dark Urge), Astarion, Shadowheart mentions, Lae'zel mention

Warnings: Spoilers for Act 1 Astarion stuff. Rewrite of the bite scene to be more fitting for Nimue. Dark Urge-typical violent themes. Kind of borderline self-harm to even suicidal themes since Nimue almost lets herself die. Proofread.

A/N: Not much to say other than Nimue is a teensy bit deranged but that's to be expected. Astarion gets his first sign of her being a little bit insane here haha.

Her trances are never peaceful. She learned that quickly after only a few days since escaping the Nautiloid with Lae'zel and Shadowheart.

Every night, she saw a hazy memory of her past, that both felt and didn't feel like hers.

Every night, regardless if she got the full four hours she needed or not, she awoke with a headache and bile rising in her throat, the urges mercilessly screaming to spill the blood of the nearest person.

Sometimes it abated within a few minutes, and other times she had to go to Shadowheart for something to ease the headache. If not for the silent agreement the two had to respect each other's secrets, Nimue is certain the cleric would've asked by now why she came to her every few days, always for something to ease her headache. Shadowheart just started giving it to her without Nimue asking, because she rarely came to her for anything else.

And yet despite all of this, despite enduring countless trances filled with nothing but vague and more often than not violent memories of the past Nimue could never make sense of...this trance was one of the most fitful she'd faced thus far. So bad she kept fading in and out of it.

Some say that tonight her being restless was a blessing, because as she slowly opened her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with the crimson eyes of a certain pale elf.

Astarion. Who was bearing his fangs. And looking ready to...bite her?

"...Shit."

He quickly backed away as Nimue stared at him blankly with a mixture of shock and confusion, standing up herself as she processed what was going on.

"No no, it's not what it looks like, I swear! I wasn't going to hurt you, I just needed- well, blood."

He's a vampire. Of course he is. That explains his appearance. And all the exsanguinated boars. But considering he had been walking around in the sunlight and across rivers...how? The sorceress sighs, and gods her head is pounding, her hand raising to hold it as she takes all of this in.

This is not how she expected her night to go.

The anticipation must be killing Astarion, she realizes after a few moments, as she soon looks at him with a gaze of not the hostility he might've expected, but simply...bewilderment. And exhaustion from her awful trance.

"...I'm not angry, Astarion. And I'm not going to attack you for what you are," As much as her urges were already trying to get her to do so, "But I'd like an explanation for...this, and for how you haven't burnt to cinders at this point."

As she finished, it seemed she'd somehow rendered the rogue speechless, because he seemed to struggle to piece together a response for a moment, before finally finding a way to answer.

He must've expected to be attacked on sight, didn't he? The thought elicits...some sort of feeling in Nimue. She isn't sure what.

"I- I've not been able to be sure on what's letting me walk around in sunlight without burning, quite frankly. My only theory at this point is the tadpole being responsible," So that's why he said he wanted to control it when they first met, not get rid of it, "And as for this...normally, I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds- whatever I can get. But I'm just too slow right now. Too weak. If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please."

Nimue crosses her arms. "You could've just asked to start with. If all you needed was a little blood to be able to fight better, I would've said yes." He's taken aback, before scoffing.

"I wasn't going to push my luck and risk ending up with myself killed, darling. I needed you to trust me before I could even hope to try anything without getting a stake through my heart."

She raises an eyebrow at that. "I don't think trying to bite someone in their sleep is a good way of earning trust."

"I didn't think it through, alright? I'm not a details person. I needed blood beyond just those animals I feed on, and you seemed least likely to kill me if things went wrong, so..."

Nimue sighs once more, before she sits down on her bedroll, and motions for him to sit down in front of her. "Well, I already said I'm willing to give you the blood you need. So, go ahead and sit, and take what you need."

He hesitates only for a moment, before quickly taking her up on her offer, sitting down before her. She tucks her hair behind her ear and tilts her head to the right, to allow him better access to her neck. Her light pink eyes simply stare at him. Her face is completely stoic. She's offering herself to him, just like that.

As unsettling as it likely was, Astarion moved forward anyway, briefly glancing at her, and when he found her gaze hadn't changed in its calmness, he bit down. The sharp pain was only momentary, slowly fading into numbness as Nimue felt the way blood was being drained from her, slowly but surely. She was still, hands resting at her sides, though her breathing had quickened somewhat.

For once, her urges were absolutely silent. She doesn't think her mind has ever been so quiet. She can't even feel the tadpole behind her eye moving around like it usually does. Though her head may still be aching, it was a pain she could endure. At this moment, she's relishing in her mind being quiet, in her urges being sated by her own blood being spilled.

Perhaps too much, as she lets Astarion drink more than he probably should be, her beginning to grow quite woozy after about a minute. But both of them couldn't help themselves. Astarion couldn't help but drink all that he was being allowed to, lost to his bloodlust. And Nimue was...quite frankly excited to allow herself to be drained of blood. To the point she was considering letting herself drift away.

It was tempting, to let herself be free of all of this. Her blood nourishing Astarion, and her getting to be released of the burden of everything, of her urges, of protecting everyone, of the tadpole. To be embraced by the cold stillness of death is such an enticing prospect. So alluring.

...But the more sensible part of her knows she can't allow it.

If she died here, she knows well the great consequences there would be.

And so, begrudgingly, she speaks up.

"Astarion, that's more than enough. You need to stop." She states, clearly and decently loudly to make sure she gets through to his blood-drunk state.

"Mm-?" As he realizes the situation, he quickly pulls away, and Nimue feels...disappointment wash over her, as her urges begin to creep up again. They wanted death, whether hers or Astarion's, they don't care. And since she didn't let herself die, now they want her to pick up a stake, stab it through Astarion's heart, and admire his pretty corpse up close. Oh, how they want to cut him open, to see whether his organs are any different from a normal person's. Vampires are undead, last she remembered; she wonders thus how different their bodies are-

Enough.

No one is dying tonight.

Astarion soon stands, and Nimue moves to follow, but also falls as she tries to, if not for him catching her, helping her steady herself.

"Sorry, I maybe took...a little more than I should've." He nervously laughs, and Nimue shakes her head.

"No, it's my fault. I should've stopped you." She takes a few deep breaths, before looking at him. "Do you feel better now?"

He nods, his face a wide smile now. The most genuine smile Nimue has seen from him thus far. "I feel...strong. Happy. And your blood was absolutely delectable."

She even makes a tiny smile when she hears that. Thanks to her, he's happy. Her disappointment from not letting him kill her gets pushed back, a much warmer feeling taking over her.

Fulfillment.

"Good. That's good. Hm..." She catches sight of some blood leaking from his mouth to his chin. Her lips purse, before she grabs him by the chin, and without thinking, leans forward and licks the blood clean. The metallic taste of her own blood feels almost...familiar somehow.

It only takes her a moment to clean it all, and as she leans back, she catches sight of...Astarion's now faintly red cheeks.

Huh. Was it thanks to her blood he could blush now?

"Wh- why in the hells did you do that-?!"

She tilts her head. "You missed a spot."

"And so you licked it clean?!"

"Was I not supposed to?"

"You-"

He sighs exasperatedly, before he backs away, his eyes averted, and cheeks now just a pink color. A similar pink to her eyes, when she thinks about it.

"Never mind that. As invigorating as you were, I need to go find something more filling now."

She nods. "Goodnight then, Astarion."

He waves, his characteristic grin plastered back onto his face. "Goodnight, darling."

As he walks off, more confident than he was priorly, he suddenly pauses, just as Nimue had sat back down on her bedroll, preparing to try to trance once more. "...Before I go..." He glances back at her, as does she. "This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it."

She watches him as he goes off to hunt, before she makes a small smile once again.

Her trance in the following hours was peaceful for once, a happy memory of her companions bantering around the fire during dinner filling her mind.

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[marbled-polecat]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @flowerparrish and @lizardberries !

Jumping off the LAART/i that had just barely touched ground, Tibanna squad fanned out and secured their landing zone. (fic)

Thinking back–there are many regrets that Fives has had already in his short life. (fic)

“Hey, Adra, we’re home! And uhhh… your brother has something to tell you.” (fic, chapter 2)

Limping his way to the ship with Kix and Cody and the rest of the troopers they are with, Jesse reminisces about the mission they just completed… well part of it anyway. (fic)

"Hey, Trig… Trig! TRIGGER!" (drabble, chapter 2)

With the cold air Whistling through his hair, Wooley has no cares for what felt like the first time in his life. (fic, chapter 3)

Aboard the Negotiator and as a Clone Trooper, Tact has seen his fair share of weird things, whether it be wildlife, pranks, or even that random B1 droid that the vode in R&D had ‘repurposed. (fic)

After years of being shoulder to shoulder in the literal trenches, fighting through hell and back, Cody and Obi-Wan have become quite close. (fic)

"Fives, hurry up, someone's gonna see." (fic)

Walking out of his nearly dark room, in the early morning and out into an equally dimly lit hallway, Fives sleepily tugs down his shirt. (fic)

*thinking face* Huh, looks like I don;t start with dialogue often, but I definitely have the person thinking back on what has already happened in a fic. I think I like some background to setup the story.

No pressure tagging: @wrennette @spiritofthenortheners and @seascribbling Sorry if any of you have been tagged already!

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

The Assistant - Part 4**

This ones cute, funny, a little smutty, they're getting somewhere!!!

WC: 8.4K

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Y/N felt like she was a teenager all over again. The nerves were practically boiling over her body as she and Jenny waited near the theater entrance as Harry and Tom waited in line to purchase the movie tickets. 

“So how did you meet Harry?” Jenny asked her and Y/N smiled a bit timidly.

“We work together. He- he’s my boss.” She confessed with a worried look in her eyes and Jenny smiled.

“Oh, that’s cute! Like fate brought you together.” She said and Y/N felt a bit at ease at her reaction.

“You don’t think it’s…inappropriate? I mean, the executives in the office are quite notorious for…sleeping with their secretaries and I wouldn’t want to spur on the stereotype for him or myself.” She explained.

“Well, I suppose that if people thought that about him or you, you would’ve already heard something about it whether it was true or not.” Jenny observed.

“You think so?” 

“Yeah. Of course, be discrete and cautious as to not cause any unnecessary speculation, but I think you two look cute together.” She shrugged with a smile and Y/N felt her entire body tingle at the idea of them actually being together.

“What about you and Tom? How did you meet?” She asked and Jenny smiled and glanced down at her feet.

“At Hillcrest country club.” She said and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Tom has a country club membership?” She asked and Jenny shook her head with a giggle.

“Oh no, he was there as a guest with someone else.” She explained, “We just happened to run into each other on the tennis courts when I…accidentally hit a ball into his stomach.” She said with a bit of embarrassment and Y/N giggled, “He’s just so sweet and kind about everything…then I ran into him again before leaving and he asked for my telephone number and we’ve been talking since then. It’s been about five months.” She said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s sweet.” Y/N said with a smile, “Are you going steady? Officially?” Jenny shook her head with a small frown.

“My dad doesn’t approve.” She explained and Y/N frowned, “Tom’s tried talking with him and I’ve brought him around a few times. My mom likes him. My brother too, Tom’s teaching him guitar after school. But my dad doesn’t believe he’s good enough for me. I still go out with him though, I don’t care what my dad says, the heart wants what it wants.” She said with a smug grin. She knew that Jenny was sending her a message with that. Just then, Tom and Harry were walking towards them with smiles.

“Ready, girls?” Tom asked and they both nodded as they neared them. It kind of shocked her when Harry held his arm out for her and she smiled before looping hers into his as he guided them inside to line up at the concession stand.

“So what’re you in the mood for?” Harry asked lowly as Jenny and Tom talked and giggled animatedly ahead of them.

“If there are M&M’s I definitely want those.” She said and he hummed.

“A chocolate-lover are you?” He smiled.

“Of course.” She grinned.

“The real question is, plain or peanut?” He asked glancing into her eyes.

“Peanut.” She said and his little smirk turned into an adorable and toothy grin as he nodded.

“Right answer.” He said and in no time they were called up to the counter where he got a fountain drink for them to share, a small bag of popcorn and the M&M’s. Soon enough they were finding their seats in the dimly lit theater and after a few minutes the film started. Y/N had seen the other 007 movies, James was a big fan. She thought they were quite exciting, but she had never gone to watch one out of her own sheer interest, which is why she hadn’t actually seen this one, but the plot was interesting and was keeping her focused.

Everything was going quite normally until Harry shifted a bit in his seat, she didn’t let it distract her from the screen, it was just a small movement. But then she felt a warmth inching closer to her. Her own hands lay interlocked with each other in her lap and after a moment she felt Harry’s knuckles run along the side of her hand. Her fingers gripped tighter together before she loosened up. Her eyes were hyper focused on the screen, as we Harry’s but both of them were buzzing with nerves from the inside out. They could see the actors on the screen speaking, but all they could hear were their heart beats pounding loudly in-between their ears. The tension from just this small action made the minimal space between them charged with electricity as she separated her hands and laid her left one flat on her thigh. Her entire body started tingling when she felt Harry’s fingers inch up and along her palm lightly - almost as if she were the most fragile crystal. 

Harry’s bottom lip was bitten so hard beneath his teeth as his fingertips tickled along her splayed out palm before they reached the bottom of her fingers and he started sliding his own fingers in the spaces between hers and started closing up his hand, encasing her smaller hand in his. He then glanced over to her, heart pounding so hard he was sure she could feel his pulse as she tightened her hold on his hand. Then she turned to look at him and he released his bottom lip from under his teeth and he smiled at her timidly and she smiled back before turning her attention back to the screen. Harry couldn’t give a flying fuck about the movie anymore, he just wanted to be alone with Y/N, to talk to her, flirt with her, possibly pull her over his lap and kiss her breathless. He cleared his mind of those kinds of thoughts to avoid crushing her hand in his grip. But really, he couldn’t wait for their long drive to her house. When the movie ended Harry only let her hand go to stretch a bit and then to help her up. But once they started walking out he caught up to her and linked his hand with hers again.

“That was great.” Tom said with a smile.

“You’ve seen it like three times…” Harry responded with a chuckle and Tom started going off defending his obsession with this particular Bond film.

“Well, it’s going to be 8:30, should we call it a night? Or do you girls want to eat?” Tom asked as they stood around outside. Jenny glanced at Y/N and then down to her and Harry’s hands, their fingers were still interlocked.

“Yeah hon, let’s call it a night? I’m a little tired.” Jenny said to Tom and he glanced to Harry to see if that was alright. Jenny then shot a quick wink at Y/N that made her face get all warm as the blood rushed up to it.

“That’s alright?” Harry nodded at Tom’s question.

“Yeah, mate. Thanks for this spontaneous outing, it was nice.” Harry smiled and soon they were all saying their goodbyes and as Jenny hugged Y/N she leaned into her ear.

“Listen to your heart, girly.”  

“Thanks, Jenny.” Y/N smiled before they pulled away. Y/N felt even more nervous now as Harry let her into the car and he turned it on and turned to her.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Kind of full from the popcorn.” She said, “Are you? We can stop somewhere if you want, I don’t mind.”

“No, m’alright.” He assured with a smile and soon they were taking off towards her house. There was a tense silence for a little bit before he cleared his throat. “Umm, can I hold your hand again?” He asked, glancing to her as they waited at a red light and she smiled timidly and extended her hand to his and he smiled before looking back to the road.

“I really like holding hands.” She spoke up and he smiled.

“I do too.” He responded and gave her a little squeeze which made her stomach flip in excitement. 

Something about holding hands felt so intimate. It was a rather tame display of affection, but Y/N would go as far as saying that the feelings brought by holding hands were so much deeper than those brought on by a kiss. Holding hands made her feel safe and protected. It reminded her that she wasn’t all alone. That someone wanted to be with her. That her presence was valuable and wanted. Maybe she was making too much of it, but that’s just what it made her feel deep in her heart.

“You’ve gone all quiet on me. Are you alright?” Harry asked and she glanced back to him and nodded.

“Yes. Everything’s good, I’m just…this is just really nice.” She said instead.

“It is.” He agreed lowly as he let his thumb tenderly graze along the side of hers. They started talking about the movie and that led to a conversation about her favorite genres and before they knew it all time had escaped them as they pulled in to her street. Harry slowly rolled up to her driveway and their hands separated as he went to put the car in park before making any move to let him or her out.

“Home sweet home.” He said turning towards her and she smiled.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a good time with you.”

“Should probably thank Tom for that, he’s the one that’s great with plotting and scheming.” He said glancing down at his hands that now rested in his lap and she giggled.

“Yes, he’s quite the meddler isn’t he?” She said with a smile and Harry laughed softly.

“You’ve not seen the worst of it.” He responded and she smiled, “Usually his meddling doesn’t yield good results, but I’d say he’s done pretty well the last couple times.” He accepted with a flirty smile and a gleam in his eyes that just about melted Y/N in her seat. 

Like a scoop of ice cream set in the sun and expected to hold up, it was impossible for her to not be complete mush over Harry. He was charming and sweet and incredibly handsome… he made her feel seen and maybe that’s what drew her in because she had never met a man who made her feel the way she felt - powerful, smart, invincible. He wasn’t threatened by her or her aspirations, he encouraged them and he wanted to help her where he could. He cared and it was so clear and that’s what did it for her. 

“Earth to Y/N?” Harry grinned and she came back to reality from wherever her mind had taken her.

“Sorry, was just thinking.”

“About?”

“You. And the way that you are and the things you make me feel.” She said in a soft voice, her eyes, all doe-eyed looking, made his heart leap.

“What do I make you feel?” He asked in a voice nearly as soft as hers. It felt like they needed to be quiet as to not burst the rose-colored bubble they’d been in since the late afternoon.

“You make me feel good about me. About wanting to work and learn. You make me feel pretty. You make me feel like…like I’ve never felt before.” She confessed.

“Good. You’re so special, you know that don’t you?” He asked and she looked unsure, “I mean, you’re brilliant, I like the way you think. I like that everyone likes you. I like that you’re not just a beautiful face, Y/N. You are beautiful and everything you are and that you have to offer shows for it.” He sighed as he finished, like if he had been so tired of holding that in. Y/N felt her heart pounding away in her chest at his confession. He swallowed hard as he looked at her, “I want to kiss you. So. Fucking. Bad.” He said and Y/N’s entire body started tingling with anticipation, she felt like she was bursting into flames, “Will you let me?” He asked her and she just nodded, almost as if she were in a trance. 

In seconds they were meeting at the at the center divider of the car. His hand was on her neck, thumb running against where her jaw hinged - the air between them was hot as their exhales intermingled in an intoxicating way. She felt dizzy just from being close to him. He was desperate to feel his pretty, pink lips on hers. She was put even more on edge as he planted a kiss on her cheek and their eyes met - the only lighting to them was coming from the lamps on either side of the garage door - but it was enough to see her pretty face and the need that her look was communicating. Harry was completely worked up just by being this close to her, lips skimming hers just barely. He loved the anticipation of it all and he loved just how patient she was. Waiting on him until he was good and ready. He could see that her resolve was wearing thin by the way she gripped at the center compartment’s lid. He pulled her in closer and smiled when her eyelids fluttered closed before his did the same and then he pressed his lips against hers softly. Her bottom lip was caught between his lips and he barely sucked at it before pulling back. 

By the way they were panting you would’ve thought that they’d just run a mile at full speed. But that’s just how exciting it was to feel each other’s lips. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. He looked like he wanted more, she did too, undoubtedly so. Y/N leaned back in and pecked his lips once more and he reciprocated with another small kiss to her lips. Harry wanted to kiss her with the intent of showing her exactly what he was capable of. He wanted to kiss her until she was grinding and humping against the bulging erection in his trousers. But he couldn’t possibly do that outside of her house. What if someone came out to check on her? What if she didn’t want that yet? He leaned in further and grabbed her face gently in his hands and kissed her deeply. He felt her breath hitch as his tongue skimmed against the entrance of her bottom lip and then they separated. Their eyes were focused on each others, both evidently not wanting this interaction to end just yet, but this wasn’t the place nor the time. He wanted to take his time with her, kiss her like he really wanted to and see if maybe the little devil inside of her would take the bait and come out and play with him.

“I should probably go inside.” She breathed out and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Yes, that’s a phenomenal idea.” He agreed and she grinned as he let himself out and helped her out of the car, always the gentleman. 

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him as he pulled her to stand.

“Of course.” He hummed and she moved so that he could shut the car door. She was just looking for her key in her purse and was suddenly pressed into the side of the car as Harry’s lips urgently pressed against hers in a series of heavy and heated kisses, she even dropped her purse on the ground as her hands smoothed up his chest, Their lips met eagerly and deliciously with soft, wet smacks. His hands were tight around her hips, fists bunched into the skirt of her dress, almost using it as a grounding agent, “OK, I’m sorry. Got excited.” He puffed out with a timid smile and she brought her hand to his face and pulled him down as she tiptoed and gently planted a kiss on his cheek before settling back to her feet and looking up at him with smile.

“If you hadn’t I would’ve.” She concluded and he chuckled before bending down to grab her handbag and walking her up to the front door. His hand squeezed hers a bit as a tense silence took over for a few seconds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said and she nodded.

“Bright n’early.” She confirmed with a smile.

“OK.” He hummed before biting down on his lip, toning down the smile that was fighting for its rightful place on his face. 

He let go of her hand and it felt too soon, but he needed to go. She watched as he made it to his car before she dug out her key and let herself into the house. As soon as she made it past the threshold Harry’s car revved to life and she gave him a little wave goodbye before he smiled and took off. Y/N closed the door behind her and bit her lip and squealed quietly from the excitement running through her.

“Is that you, sweetie?” She heard her grandmother call and she followed her voice to the kitchen where she was pouring herself a cool glass of water, the summer had been rather unforgiving.

“Yes. I’m home.” She smiled.

“How was your movie?”

“It was pretty good.” She shared.

They made some small talk about their days before they both headed up the stairs, Y/N to her bedroom and her grandmother into her’s. With a final call of goodnight Y/N went ahead and closed her bedroom door. She needed to shower and get ready for bed, but her mind was still reeling. She brought her fingers up to her lips, already missing the pressure of his mouth against hers. It’d been at least a year since she had kissed anyone and she was more than happy that he had been the first one after all this time. 

With these thoughts in mind Y/N grabbed her pajamas and put on her slippers before slowly making her way out into the dark hallway and towards the bathroom. She flicked the light on and shut the door, clicking the lock into place. She took her clothes off and turned on the water, it took a little to warm up just enough. She then reached into the far cabinet and grabbed her little jar of cold cream and scooped a dollop out with her fingers before rubbing it into her skin, effectively breaking down her makeup with a few rub into it. She rinsed off her hands before letting her hair down and then she stepped into the shower. She started by rinsing her face of the cold cream and then got to her hair. She didn’t always use her grandma’s creme rinse, it was pricey, but it always left her hair so soft and manageable the couple times she had. And well now, if Harry and her would be kissing, his fingers would surely find their way into her hair at some point and she wanted it to be smooth and sleek for him. Maybe she would start investing in some for herself. As she let that sit she took her washcloth and started going over her body. As she reached between her legs the material of the cloth rubbed against her clit in the best way and she bit her lip as she put cloth to the side and dipped her fingers between her legs again. She circled her sensitive little bud before going lower and feeling the sticky and slick arousal that had gathered at her entrance.

Y/N was a little hesitant, her grandparents were just next door, but she sat at the edge of the tub and parted her legs before dipping in again to draw up her arousal and rub against her clit. She let out a shaky breath as she started going faster and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Oh my god…” she gasped quietly as the warmth and pleasure started pooling deliciously in her tummy. Her grip on the plastic curtain tightened as she picture Harry. Harry’s lips running along her neck and jaw, his big hands groping her body or squeezing her hips and waist. She whimpered when she thought about them doing this to her and even more, sinking his thick, long fingers into her and prodding into part of her that she’d never been able to touch on her places. Places she knew existed because they ached every time she got turned on and needy, “Harry!” She whispered her grip tightening, “I’m right there! Right there!” She gasped and before she knew it her entire body was spiraling with pleasure. Her fingers rubbed even faster to work herself through her orgasm and this caused her legs to tense and for her entire body to arch back. Unfortunately for her, her legs slipped on the smooth surface of the tub  and she tugged on the shower curtain for balance and before she knew it, it was tearing off of the rings and she was falling backwards and out of the tub with a shriek as she landed on her back on the bathmat, completely wet and shocked. The residual effects from her orgasm were still making her legs and tummy tickle though and she started gigging softly to herself and then there was rapping on the door.

“Sweetheart? What happened?! Are you alright?” She heard her grandmother and Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter anymore.

“Yes, I’m alright!” She called as she laughed, “I slipped and grabbed the curtain and took it with me as I tumbled out of the tub.”

“Oh my god!” She heard through the wood.

“I promise I’m alright, gran.” She giggled.

“Alright. Be careful in there!” 

“I will.” She called out and sighed. She was just about to get up when the shower rod slipped off and she instinctively brought her arms up to shield her face and as the rod slammed against her she winced. She would at least have a bruised arm from this and she pushed it away from her and got back into the shower, very carefully finishing her routine now that she had no curtain and didn’t want to get the whole floor wet. She made sure to put the rod back up and then crumbled up the torn curtain and laid it in the tub. She finally got into bed and giggled again at her mishap.

*********

When Harry arrived that morning Y/N could hardly look at him, she was embarrassed all over again, but it seemed that he was also feeling a bit timid and maybe he thought it was because they had kissed. Maybe if she hadn’t been getting herself off to him she wouldn’t have fallen out of the bathtub and had the metal curtain rod fall on her. She did have a rather nasty bruise on her right forearm, spanning from the top to about the center of it. It was placed inconveniently as she kept pressing against it every time she used her typewriter or wrote down a note. She was embarrassed to have anyone see if and inquire about it, so she kept her cardigan on the whole day.

Harry had been in meetings for a large part of the day, so they hadn’t really seen each other, but as the day came to a close he showed up, looking quite tired and pulling off his eye glasses. She smiled as he stopped at her desk for a moment, there were just ten minutes left in her workday.

“Hi, how’s it been?” He asked.

“It’s been good.” She smiled.

“I promise I haven’t been avoiding you, s’just been a busy day for me.” He said lowly and she giggled at the small concern in his tone.

“I know. I manage your calendar, remember?” She asked with a grin and he chuckled nervously.

“Right, of course.” He sighed, “You’re heading off soon?” He asked and she nodded, “Alright,  have you got any lunch plans Friday?” He asked her and she smiled and shook her head ‘no’, “Perfect, I’d like to take you out to lunch on Friday. Would that be alright with you?” He asked her.

“Yes, I’d like that.” She smiled.

“Perfect, it’s a date.” He confirmed and she nodded, just then the phone started ringing, “I’ll uh, let you get to it.” He said and she smiled before answering. Harry wanted to kiss her goodbye, really badly. He was debating on whether he should do it or not and then decided that life was too short to let oneself wish and want. So as he heard her getting ready to go he decided to call her in.

“Y/N, can I see you before you go please?” He called as he tossed in a stick of spearmint gum into his mouth.

“Yes, I’ll be there in a second!” She called back. Not even two minutes later she was stepping into his office, “Yes?” She asked him and he smiled at her.

“Come here?” He asked and she approached him until they were right in front of each other and she looked up to him, “Just wanted to give you a proper goodbye.” He said with a smile and she felt her body start to buzz as he dipped down to press their lips together. He reached for her, to wrap her arms around his torso, but he grabbed at her forearms, she had even forgotten about the bruise until his grip tightened around her and she hissed, interrupting their kiss. He pulled back with a frown immediately.

“I’m so sorry. Did I do something?” He asked worriedly, not letting go of her yet.

“S’my arm.” She said and he frowned, “It’s fine though.” She said and he shook his head as he pushed up the sleeve of her light yellow cardigan and his face set in a deeper frown upon seeing the angry looking bruise there.

“Oh my god, what happened?” He asked her with concern, “If anyone laid a hand on you-”

“Oh no, it was nothing like that. This was all me.” She said with a giggle and a shameful shake of her head. He chuckled at her response.

“Jeez how?” He asked as he gently stroked his thumb over the bruise.

“I ummm… slipped in the shower and fell out and I had grabbed onto the curtain and pulled the shower rod loose and it fell on me.” She giggled as she confessed this to him, obviously leaving out the reason for why she had been in that predicament in the first place. And Harry sputtered on a laugh at her story.

“Sorry, s’not funny.”

“No, it’s comical for sure.” She shook her head.

“Such a klutz, love.” He said and she shrugged.

“Just sometimes.” Y/N hummed and he smiled before lifting her arm to his lips and gently sponging his lips down the bruised area.

“For quick healing.” He said and she smiled at his tenderness, “You alright working like that?” He asked her.

“Mostly, just kept knocking it against the desk, just because the bruise is located in an inconvenient place you know?”

“Should’ve grabbed an icepack or something.” He frowned.

“I couldn’t find one, but I’ll be sure to pick one up and-”

“Oh no, I’ll bring one for you tomorrow, alright? Should keep one here just in case.” He said and she smiled.

“Thank you, Harry. S’real sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing.” He assured her, “I’m just glad that you’re alright.” He smiled and she tiptoed to kiss his lips once more and he moved his hands around her waist instead as she carefully looped her arms around his neck. Their lips moved together for a few minutes before they parted with a little gasp to catch their breaths. He turned to the wall and saw it was nearly 15 after closing time and he pecked her lips once more. “It’s getting a little late, your grandfather’s probably already waiting outside for you.” He said and she nodded.

“Right.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Ice that bruise for me, OK?” He reminded as he released his grip on her waist.

“I will.” she agreed.

“And don’t go slipping in the shower anymore. If something else were to happen to you I have no idea what I’d do without you here. Don’t even want to consider it.” He said and she giggled.

“I’ll try my best not to die in the shower.” She said and extended her pinky out to him and he looked at her confused. “You’ve never done a pinky-promise?” She asked him and he shook his head. “Hold your pinky out. Good. Now you just lock it around mine-yep, just like that.” She smiled and then looked up to his eyes, “I promise I’ll be more careful.” She said and he smiled.

“You better.” He said and she giggled before letting his finger go and hugging him once more before she rushed out of his office with a promise of seeing him again the next day.

************

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked excitedly as Harry pulled out of Capitol’s parking lot and made a left on Yucca.

“Rose and Crown, it’s the most authentic British cuisine I have every had in my time here.” He shared excitedly and she grinned.

“Never had anything British before, so I’m looking forward to it!” At the light they made their way down Vine Street, then made a right on Hollywood Boulevard and took it down to Santa Monica Boulevard and it was basically a straight shot to West Hollywood from there. The pub was actually on Fairfax, just a few streets down. But the place was cute and Harry was greeted very kindly and warmly by the waitress named Penny when she came up to their table, she was an older lady.

“Welcome back, handsome!” She cooed, “Glad he’s not alone this time or with that loud-mouth friend of his, Tommy.” The lady said and Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes and just asked for a coca-cola, Y/N did the same. Soon enough they had placed their order, well Harry had made a recommendation to Y/N to try the Yorkshire pudding and Roast Beef and she did not regret it to say the least. 

This is when Y/N asked Harry about his life and family back in England and he had plenty to say about his upbringing and then his move out to London for work and finally out here. He did miss his family something awful, but he was just seizing what opportunities he could while they were available to him. They talked about the state of the world, about how the youth were trying to move to a better and brighter future, but the resistance was strong. As they talked more, it was good to hear him say that he too wanted all voices to have a chance to be heard and he felt that music was going to play a huge part in the getting their point across. This is why he was so invested in giving people who were different a chance to shine and tell their stories. They deserved it and if he was the one calling the shots he wanted to make sure that he was doing the right thing. 

“So are you up for some dessert or are you full? Know you’ve got a sweet tooth.” He commented with a smile.

“I do have quite the sweet tooth. You can choose.” She said she he nodded before calling over Penny.

“Given the state of the weather out there we’re going to share a knickerbocker glory.” Harry said with a big grin.

“Perfect, coming right up!” Penny said cheerily and hurried off.

“I really like the way they make it, it’s so similar to this place near where my mum lives. Used to go there a over summer, well we got to go once a week, my mum, sister and I.” He explained, “Do you like ice cream?”

“Oh yes! I love ice cream.” She confirmed and he grinned.

“OK, good.” 

Lunch had been wonderful and now Y/N was just using the restroom before they headed back to work. When she came back Harry had settled the check even though Y/N had left him some cash before running off to the bathroom. They waved goodbye to Penny as she was busy with other patrons, but soon they were settling into the car and taking off. It was nearly 2pm, they’d really taken their time, but Harry reassured her that he’d made Judy aware they’d be later. Everything seemed rather normal as he took Highland up to Sunset and made a right and he started slowing down about a half mile down the avenue.

“Ummm…”

“We’re making a little detour.” He said and she hummed as he took a right on Cherokee street and drove past the gates and into a parking lot. There were several cars there, but it wasn’t necessarily full. She back towards the building and saw ‘Sunset Sound’ on the signage up front.

“I’ll just wait for you here?” She asked, this seemed like it was rather official, so she just wanted to be sure that she was allowed down before just making the move to jump out of the car.

“Oh no, you’re coming with me for this.” He said with a smile and hopped out of the car. She nodded nervously as she unfastened her seatbelt and he hurried around and got her door, extending a hand to help her out of the car. As soon as she was out Y/N started straightening out the skirt of her dress, “You look lovely.” He said and she smiled up at him, “Want some gum?” He asked her as he reached in his pocket.

“What’re you implying?” She asked with narrowed eyes and his face immediately switched to one of worry.

“Oh my god, I wasn’t implying anything! I just really like to chew gum and thought I should offer some t-”

“I’m joking, Harry.” She stopped his rambling and he chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I’ll take some gum.” She said and he sighed as he handed her a piece and soon they were both walking towards the building.

“So, this is a recording studio. Plenty of our clients use this studio space.” He explained as they walked up to the door.

“OK, and what business do you have here today?” She asked curiously, she didn’t recall seeing anything having to do with this on his calendar.

“Just…checking in.” He hummed as they stepped inside. The front was empty and he turned to her, “Just a decade ago this was an old car garage and now it’s one of the best recording studios in Los Angeles.” He said and she hummed as she looked around. She’d never been in a recording studio before. Suddenly they heard a woman’s voice coming from down a corridor and Harry perked up. This gorgeous dark haired woman walked in with an inviting and warm smile.

“Dorene!” Harry said excitedly and her face lit up.

“Harry, it’s been a while!” She noted cheerfully and they hugged briefly.

“How’s Toots? Is he in?” He asked as he pulled off his sunglasses to see the woman better.

“He’s good, but he’s composing for a project and he’s not in today.”

“What a shame, tell him I said hello.”

“I most certainly will.” She agreed, “And who’ve we got here? A promising new client of your perhaps?” She asked smiling at Y/N who immediately smiled and shook her head at Dorene.

“This here is Y/N, she’s a friend and works with me at Capitol,” he introduced the two and Dorene smiled and extended her hand to Y/N.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Dorene Camarata, my husband and I own this studio. So if you need anything at all feel free to call for me.” She said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Y/N greeted the woman.

“Likewise.” She assured and then turned to Harry, “I think I know exactly why you’re here.” She said and he hummed.

“Just here for a little moral support.” He said and she hummed with a knowing smile.

“Alright kiddos, they’re in room one.”

“They’re not recording?”

“Nah, it’s a discussion right now about something…it’s always something.” Dorene said with a grin and Harry nodded and placed his hand on Y/N’s back and guided her down the corridor. There was a little kitchen and lounge area, then bathrooms and then another door. Y/N was taking everything in before they entered the door which led to where the studios were. They stopped in front of the door labeled “Studio 1” and already she could hear some voices. Before they could even step inside the door opened and Y/N’s eyes widened when Mike Love from The Beach Boys walked out with a loud sigh and then looked at Harry and put on a smile. She was trying to just act normal.

“Hey, man.” He greeted extending his hand out to Harry.

“Hey, it’s good to see you. How’s the session?”

“It’s alright, Brian’s messing with the single again.” He explained and Harry hummed, “We haven’t had lunch so while he does that with the musician’s the rest of us are gonna-”

“We’re ready to go.” Dennis announced as he stepped out of the studio with Carl. “Harry!” He greeted happily.

“Hi boys, how’re you all doing?” He asked and there was a chorus of responses before he turned to his side, “Glad to hear you’re all good. Ummm, this is Y/N,” Harry said and the three men turned to her “She works with me at Capitol. Just showing her the ropes a bit, it’s her first time in the studio.” Harry explained with a smile and she raised her hand, wiggling her fingers in a small and timid wave.

“Hello everyone.” She responded with a little smile and the boys smiled back at her.

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you, I’m Dennis.” Dennis extended his hand out to Y/N and she shook it firmly. Before Carl and Mike greeted her just the same. Harry could see just how alight she was meeting some of her favorite artists ever. She was so excited, but she kept it together and was professional. Asking once again how they were doing, what were the lunch plans. She was so charming and sweet that she even got them invited to their lunch. 

“Oh, that’s really thoughtful of you,” she barely pouted, “but we’ve literally just come from lunch.” She explained.

“Bummer. Well, perhaps on another occasion?” Mike asked looking to Harry.

“Definitely! We are supposed to have a proper catch up.” Harry responded and they all nodded, “Well we’ll let you get to it, we may be here when you’re back.” He said and they nodded and said their goodbyes before Harry looked to Y/N, “Surprise.” He said to Y/N with a bright smile.

“This is insane.” She said to him and he grinned.

“I know how much they mean to you and I just wanted to do something something special for our first date.” 

“Wait what?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Told you it was a date yesterday, didn’t I?” He asked.

“I thought you were just saying that as like an expression.” She explained.

“Oh, I apologize, should’ve probably been more clear.”

“It’s alright.” She assured, “But don’t we need to be getting back to the office?” He shook his head.

“Had Judy reschedule everything I had for today, nothing was too urgent and well, yeah, they got an extension, but they could be wrapping up recording anytime soon, I didn’t want to miss it.” He explained to her and her features softened. “Also, I’m introducing you as a colleague because some of the execs bring their lady friends to stuff like this just to show off or like… you know flash their badges a bit and I don’t want anyone to think that of you. Like I obviously want you to enjoy this and meet your favorites but also want you to see how things work on this side of things since you’re pretty curious about it all.” He explained and she smiled.

“Oh no problem! I appreciate you thinking of that because I never would’ve even considered that” she said and then smiled, “Also you’ve done so much for this.” Y/N smiled timidly and he shook his head.

“S’nothing. Just wanted to make this memorable for you.” Harry said and she bit her lip nervously.

“Thank you, Harry. This is amazing to say the least.” She shook her head still in slight disbelief, “But just for the record, just spending time with you is memorable enough for me.” She said to him and grinned as Harry broke eye contact as his cheeks went all pink.

“Ummm, noted.” He said softly and she giggled, “Well, ready to go in?” He asked and she nodded. He opened the door and they stepped inside. There were two people in the control room at the board and they nodded their heads in a silent greeting to Harry. The door to the live room was opened and Y/N bit her lip with excitement upon seeing Brian in there talking with the musicians. She was pretty excited to see a woman sitting on a chair with a bass in her lap and she kept looking around.

“So this first room, with the sound boards and the recording tapes is called the control room. They control everything to do with the mics in here while everything gets recorded. In there is what we call the live room.” He said and she nodded. He then went ahead and explained what the sound engineers did, what producers were supposed to do, and what the studio musicians did. She was taking this all in, she was loving this.

“And who is that? On bass?” She asked quietly. That was the only woman in this space apart from her and she stuck out easily. She had to know.

“That is Carol Kaye. She’s a fucking legend.” He said quietly and Y/N nodded, “She’s a real talent, she’s been working with one of our top producers, Phil, for quite some time. Brian saw her in a session once and just really liked her. He’s pulled her in for a lot of projects over the past few years. She’s just sharp with her sound and she does it so well.” He said and Y/N smiled.

“That’s wicked.” She said softly. Just then Brian announced that they would do one final take of a song and was heading back into the control room. And he smiled when he saw Harry.

“Hey, man!” Brian said excitedly, “It’s great to see you here today. Need someone else to be the voice of reason.” He chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Yeah, tell me what you need and I’m happy to help. Also, this is Y/N, she’s new at Capitol. It’s her first time in a recording studio. Brought her by so that she could see what the creative aspect of the job looks like.” He introduced her and Brian looked at her with a friendly smile.

“Oh, well welcome!” He said extending his hand and Y/N took it and shook it firmly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. And also I’m a big fan of your work. Thanks for allowing my little intrusion.”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all. Any friend of Harry’s is a friend of ours.” He smiled, “I hope our session is educational enough.”

“I’m sure it will be, mate.” Harry said and Brian playfully rolled his eyes before heading back to the control board. “Alright guys, one more take!” He announced through the microphone and the band inside started playing a new song. 

Harry then grabbed her hand and pulled her over to one of the seats and she sat down beside him. They watched the incredible talent unfolding before them, directing the band and creating music that would be adored by millions. Y/N felt so lucky in this moment. After a bit the rest of the guys came back to record some vocals. She and Harry had been there for a while and yes, Brian had called on Harry a few times, asking for suggestions and feedback. Y/N liked to see him down at the soundboard, moving things around, making suggestions. He seemed so in his element, she wondered if he was a musician too. She looked at the time and noticed it was 4:45, she needed to get back to the office for her grandfather to pick her up. She didn’t want to leave ever though. Just then Brian called a break and Harry excused himself to get over to Y/N.

“So, what do you think?” He asked and she smiled.

“I’m so blown away this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed!” She said softly and he smiled, “However, I ummm, it’s almost 5. My grandfather is gonna be by to pick me up and-”

“I hope you don’t mind, I ummm, also asked Judy to give him a call that we were going on a bit of a field trip and it would be a late day. That I’d provide you a ride home.” He said, “Was kind of hoping we could grab dinner if you’re up for it? If not we can go, that’s OK too.”

“No, that’s great. I’m not quite finished with this experience.”

“OK.” He smiled excitedly, “I am getting a bit hungry, so maybe we stay a bit longer? About 5:15/5:30?”

“Perfect.” She hummed.

“Hey, while I have everyone on a break, can I run something by you two? You guys being the bosses.” Brian smiled to Harry.

“Yeah, of course.” He chuckled back and had Y/N come down a row.

“Can you guys get Good Vibrations on for me?” Brian asked the sound engineers. After a few moments the song started playing and Y/N immediately smiled upon hearing the song. It was different and exciting and fun. Y/N could not believe that she was listening to unreleased music from one of her favorite bands with them in the room. The harmonies were incredible and the instrumentation gave her the chills as she listened on. And finally the song came to an end and Harry was biting his lip from the excitement he felt. “What do you think?”

“That is… I don’t even know but it’s really fucking sick.” Harry chuckled excitedly.

“You don’t think anything’s missing?”

“Nothing is missing, Bri…” Mike cut in and Brian just rolled his eyes.

“Is this the song you needed the extension for?” Harry asked and Brian nodded.

“It’s not done.” He insisted, “I want to capture the sound of the good vibration, I was thinking something like this in the chorus.” And he vocalized the sound he was thinking of for Harry, “C’mon, we’ve talked about this, Mike.” Brian then turned to Mike who sighed.

“Yeah, but we just haven’t been able to peg that specific sound and we can’t ask for yet another extension-”

“My neighbor plays the theremin-” Brian said.

“The theremin is unmanageable, Bri.” Carl mumbled from a few seats down and Harry bit his lip.

“I mean…yeah, it’s a bit wacky but there has to be a way to make it easier.” He explained. And Harry took a moment to think.

“Hmmm…There’s a guy I know, his name is Polk, he’s a trombonist, but he also tinkers and customizes instruments and maybe he can figure out a way to get that sound in there the way you want it.” Harry suggested.

“Yeah, get him my phone number. It’s worth a shot, I promise you that’s what this song is missing.” Brian said to the band and then he looked to Y/N, “What about you? What did you think? You’re a fan, be honest.” He said and Harry looked to her, about to cut in, he didn’t want her to feel pressured to give feedback.

“Ummm, the song is amazing, first of all.” She said and he nodded, “But personally I feel like the organ needs to be taken out of the chorus.” She said and Brian bit his lip, “I was trying to hear what was going on underneath that-”

“It was some cellos.” He said and she nodded.

“Right, I want to hear that it’s so different.”

“And that’s were I want to plug in the theremin sound!” He said turning to the rest of the band, “See, I told you guys, no organ in the chorus. I told you.” He repeated. Harry smirked as Brian started going off on how this would sound pristine and Y/N just giggled as he pulled her in for a hug because she, a person new to the industry, and a fan, seemed to really capture the vision he had. Not long after that they had said their goodbyes and Y/N was a bit speechless as they settled into Harry���s car.

“You alright there?” He asked with a grin and she nodded.

“That was magical… I mean…he liked my suggestion.”

“Yes, he really did.” He hummed, “I’m telling you, you’ve got a good ear for this stuff. I think if you had more exposure to-” he was cut off by her lips on his as she leaned over the center console. Everything about the day had been perfect and she was just so enamored by how thoughtful and ballsy Harry had been to bring her to a studio session to meet one of her favorite bands of all time.

“Thank you, Harry.” She whispered as she made a small space between them, “Today was unreal.” She said with a smile.

“Day’s not over yet.” He said and she giggled.

“What else did you have in mind?”

“Ummm, There’s a concert tonight at the Hollywood Bowl, starts in about…30 minutes? We can try to make it before we eat if you’d like?” He said looking at his watch, “It’s the philharmonic.” He wanted to have as much time with her as possible.

“That sounds amazing.”

“Alright. We should have some company tickets on reserve. That’s a perk of the job by the way, if you ever want to go see a show let me know.” He said and she grinned.

“That’s pretty incredible actually.” She said as they took off towards the Hollywood Bowl. It had been 20 minutes and they were only about halfway there.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it.” Harry huffed, “I-if you want to, we can just eat at my place instead? Can show you my house, since I’ve seen yours and all. It’s got the most amazing view of the city and a pool. Would you like to do that instead?” He asked and she bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” She confirmed with a little smile.

“Perfect.” He smiled as they drove off into the sunset.

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