#Clare (Undone)

[rastronomicals]

4:43 AM EDT October 12, 2024:

Double Dagger - "Clare (Undone)" From the EP Alt+0135 (2002)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: graphicdesigncore

[theladyofbloodshed]

Rank your Nesta ships, including but not limited to other SJM series and potentially crack ships, please. (This is about Hunt)

You are so naughty for this.

These rankings are based on canon/fanon/my own writing/my own imagination when i play with my dolls and make them kiss.

Bonus 11 - Clare x Nesta - i stand by the theory that Clare is Nesta's first kiss.

10. Rhys x Nesta - it would be toxic as hell and she would be like a vicious cat if he ever tried to get near her, but it would also be sooo funny seeing him be pathetic for her

9. Tamlin x Nesta - i still don't know how it would work unless she was taken instead of feyre, but she would eat him alive when he needs to fall in love and it would be funny. also who has the biggest boobs? Who knows.

8. Lanthys x Nesta - queen of queens; her villain era

7. Emerie x Nesta - i like to imagine them both giving up on men, living together peacefully and slowly falling in love. Not a crazy lust, but companionship and spending their days in the sun together

6. Lucien x Nesta (steel & flame) - they would be too sexy together and sjm knew this, she also knew lucien would not stand for any nesta slander and would whisk her away; i like scary nesta and lucien approaching her like an animal tamer trying to soothe, but also very hot, nesta meeting her match in a war of words or being undone by lucien's charm

5. Cassian x Nesta (au ACOSF) - they had a few arguments, resolved them, learnt how to get along, matured with each other, became friends and then lovers with a happily ever after

4. Jurian x Nesta (the witch and the mad general) - it just hits a sweet spot of tragedy; opposites attract, jurian is part of the reason why nesta is fae, he hates fae, she hates being one as she was human, there's no future for them, he's the human legend, ahhhhhh

3. Azriel x Nesta (nesta vs the buffer) - there's something nice about not being mates and instead choosing each other for who they are and i think that's really important for both of these two that they are loved for who they are, spikes and all

2. Eris x Nesta (in any universe) - they're so sexy together your honour, my politically savvy eldest siblings; eris with his silver tongue and nesta with her silver fire; eris who loves her sharp tongue

1. Hunt x Nesta (🪽⚡️🔥) - it slaps. nesta living her best life in lunathion, doing whatever she wants, supported by an angel who is so loved by her, and they spend their evenings watching tv, snacking, bowling, away from any struggle, it's what they deserve

@kateprincessofbluewhales

[daily-clace]

“Faith,” he said softly. “You have to have faith. But you also have to know—once you come with me, there’s no going back. Not for a long time.”

She thought of the moment when she’d stepped outside of Java Jones and seen him waiting for her there. Her life had changed in that moment in a way that could never be undone.

“There never has been any going back,” she said. “Not with you.” She opened her eyes. “We should go.”

City of Lost Souls, Cassandra Clare

[juniperpyre]

writer wrapped

this is from @clare-with-no-i but yeah i thought it would be fun!! happy new year

it got long so everything under the cut

ur fav line u wrote this year

cheating with like 9 sentences from somewhere on lsd when jily meet because lily is lyinggggggg to herself girl stand UP.

"Handsome in a simple, obvious way, with blunt features and broad shoulders, the most remarkable thing about him was his smile. He met her eyes. Lily’s stomach flipped upside down and stayed that way. He wasn’t that special. There was a magnetism to him Lily had never experienced before. He was wearing slacks and a button-up like every other yuppie that came into the Snowy Owl. They fit him perfectly, his sleeves pushed past his elbows and the first few buttons undone. He and his friends were obnoxiously loud. They were laughing, genuinely, in a way that made Lily want to laugh with them."

saying james is handsome in a simple way. like it's simple because he's literally perfect for you. and the back and forth is so funny she's so adverse to experiencing a connection but it's undeniable

scene u wrote this year

honorable mention to priest james and vampire lily bent over his lap in the pew (ch 2 of earth after rain). favorite smut scene for sure.

& in this christmas thing where james asking lily and severus to join him in hogsmeade that fucking cracked me up. james is soooo dismissive to severus and they're both rude to each other but james is just so much more cool and collected. i think the flaws of all 3 of their characters and how the flaws play off each other really come through in the scene too.

but my true favorite is the first part of the second chapter in the sun and the storm. bc it made me cry to write. and i think i invoked the emotions well in such a short passage. plus james is always born after lily, and he always.... yeah

chapter u wrote this year

broooo i dunno. maybe chapter 3 or 6 of earth after rain?

chapter 3 has james admitting to sirius that lily could make him do anything she wants, lily putting her vampire-ness and intention to eat james on the table, the internal thoughts of lily when she's washing up and how james intrigues her, and it has james just desperately wanting her to drink from him.

it was high drama and i think it characterized everyone so well.

and then in chapter 6 both are working through their complicated, fucked up feelings for the other. they're both confused and angry and questions the foundations of who they are! lily is emotionally vulnerable! they have the craziest "what are we?" "can we be exclusive" conversation that i think has ever been written!

one shot u wrote this year

might be supercut... fabian/lily my loves. this is wildly unpopular so it's truly just for me. a real, pure love.

i am always pushing the fabily agenda. perhaps i'll write a bit about lily's relationships (in order, marlene, fabian, james) and what they mean/how they impacted her. it's really all centered around lily as a character (i don't think james had a deeply meaningful romantic relationship besides lily)

fic u planned this year or idea or whatever

planned and executed, earth after rain. shocked that i finished something in like two months. and it's almost novel length.

planned and have not executed, the jily orpheus and eurydice au. i have the whole plot outlined, tho not a full chapter outline. this is not winning my what should i write next year poll but god. it really pulls at something in me.

fav comment u got

perhaps uncertainwallflower's comment on the last chapter of the sun and the storm, the earth after rain epilogue, which is a long comment but quoted one of the lines from that chapter I really enjoyed (about the weird smell of james' dead body!) and was just so sweet about the whole series

honorable mention goes to Nina (a guest so I have literally no clue who) for calling earth after rain jily a messy elderly couple

honorable mention to soupcrackers for saying somewhere on lsd is one of their comfort fics

fav thing that inspired u

the beautiful city of chicago (somewhere on lsd) the beautiful art of maleuch (earth after rain)

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World Cup Semis

Obviously happy with the result, but sympathise completely with Aussie fans - the team that had the big momentum to go on and win the tournament were undone by some appalling decisions that must surely see their coach Tony Gustavsson sacked.

If there was a moment that doomed the Matildas to lose the match, ironically it was this one:

Sam Kerr scored thanks to a goalkeeper not paying attention (if Mary Earps reaction time to the shot had been any slower, she could have been a British Rail train), after a game - and a tournament - where the few times she's played she has been less than average.

The moment she scored, any remote chance of her being substituted not before time was gone. And it cost Australia dear.

Forget the goal, this was no different - she missed three absolute sitters from point blank range (including a howler of what should have been a basic header) that just about any other Aussie player would have converted, and spent most of the match lumbering around like a constipated cart horse.

This was the first game Kerr started in the tournament and stayed to the end, and it cost the Australians the match.

The Matildas had advanced to the semis largely without her onfield presence - common sense by this stage would have meant keeping her appearences due to injury restricted to substitutions when the team was needing a psychological as well as physical lift.

But under pressure from the media (and probably Australia's football chiefs, under pressure in turn from the sponsors ...), the 'talisman' had to get her full match.

Which meant Courtney Vine - excellent all tournament, and when brought out tore England apart with her speed - spent most of the match bum warming a bench. Considering Australia's game plan was clearly to hit England on the counter attack - hence the ludicrous amount of possession they allowed England to have - why was Vine not on from the start instead of Kerr?

When she was finally brought in, it was to replace the brilliant Hayley 'Ribbon' Raso, arguably Australia's best outfield player all tournament, and despite the fact she'd plenty left in the tank in a game she never seemed to stop (does she ever tire?).

This was beyond stupid, as Raso along with the most underrated player of the whole goddamn tournament - Mary Fowler - had been causing England endless problems when she got the ball.

Fowler in particular was a delight to watch, her turn, her pace, her crossing, everything about her is an advert for all that's best about the women's game, and someone with a good shout of being the best player in the world in a few years time the way she's playing now - an absolute revelation in this tournament.

A Raso - Fowler - Vine frontline line would have done the job, but instead seemed to have been drilled to send everything to the 'talisman' - who proceeded to waste chance after chance after chance.

But the final piece of madness from the Aussie coaching staff was taking off Clare Polkinghorne.

Australia's most capped player of all time, a solid tank of a defender who kept the backline well and bailed the Aussies out of jail too many times in the match when the others weren't doing their jobs, taking her off of all defenders when they were a goal down and nine minutes left on the clock was nuts.

Good defenders are all about situational awareness, and that only comes with experience. Given they were in trouble, why take off your most experienced defender? Especially when it was taking off a defender for a midfielder - if you're gonna deplete the backline to save a match, at least leave your back anchor in place.

Five minutes later with Catley and Hunt sleeping yet again on the job, it was game over. Crazy, absolutely crazy decision to take her off.

So yeah, happy with the result, but a match that would and should have been a hell of a lot closer were it not for some self-destructive choices by the Matildas management. Australia should have made the final, the one team becoming significantly better with each match. Instead they've been left with memories of what might have been.

And please, British media, STFU about all this 'first team since 1966' cat's piss. This is the first woman's team to have done it in the woman's game, stop trying to make it all about the bloody men's game as per usual.

This is their win, their moment, stop trying to co-opt it so the fans of the Shit Penalty Takers XI (Three Lions On A Shirt, Eleven Donkeys On A Pitch ...) can feel better about themselves.

[loveandbuy]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Lady Clare print reproduction board of Ann Hathaway’s Cottage.

[dandylion240]

Clare glanced out the window for what must have been the hundredth time since she got home. Maybe she shouldn’t have left Adam alone. Maybe she should have waited. Feeling a presence behind her she found the seer watching her. “I’m going to look for him,” she announced, remembering the old woman’s warning.

“What is done can’t be undone,” the woman sing songed. 

Grownling Clare glared at her. “I wish you’d speak plainly without all the riddles.”

The woman’s bony shoulder rose and fell, her eyes staring through Clare seeing only what her eyes could see. “You must hurry before the darkness takes him.”

Clare took a step towards the seer, hands raised as if she wanted to shake the riddles from her lips and she spoke simple truths. The look in the woman’s eyes like thick fog obscuring sight and sound as she pivoted on her feet and strode towards the door. She shouldn’t have left Adam to walk home alone. She’d become too complacent. Too relaxed. 

Outside she sniffed the air as the cool crisp breeze blew through the leaves whipping her long red hair across her face. Brushing the long strands from her eyes, Clare wished she’d brought a hair tie. The thought died as a scent strong and familiar came to her. “Adam,” it was his scent but something was wrong. She could smell it. Sour. It was the scent of fear. And it was coming from Adam.

[areseebee]

9

in reference to this writing ask game that i posted earlier! the prompt was ridiculous thoughts.

this one is set two years after smoke break, and includes mention of two OCs, faye, the first person james dates after smoke break, and liam, the first person erin dates. i truly did write this tonight, but just pretend not to notice if a version of it ever shows up in a fic later on because i ended up really liking the vibe.

It must be something she ate. Or the pints. Or maybe the shot of whiskey Michelle had brought her. Erin’s stomach isn’t settling. And it has to be the food. Or the alcohol. It has to be. Because if it’s anything else…

He keeps looking at her. Faye is right there, but Erin could swear James keeps looking right at her. She keeps catching his eye when she doesn't expect to. When she’d been getting a drink and chatting with the bartender. When him and Faye and Clare and Orla had been over playing darts and Michelle had been raucous about Erin downing the shot in one. When the open mic singer had breathily crooned that one Jewel song. When Faye brings up what is clearly a well-trodden argument between her and James about Halloween III.

Erin has seen it. She’d seen it with James, sitting close on his aunt and uncle’s sofa, itching to reach out. Maybe if it got scary enough, she could pretend like it was only an impulse of self-preservation in the face of abject horror to grab his hand…and James had looked at her, right at her, like he was remembering how it was the first film they had ever watched alone together at 17 and how warm his leg felt right there next to hers and how it was hard to really pay attention because their hands seemed to be inching ever closer to each other’s so much that Erin had forgotten to be scared.

She knows it has to be anything else – whatever it is making her stomach feel like this – because if she starts to wonder…she’s learned to stop wondering. It’s been almost two years and she’s learned, she swears. Because if she hasn’t learned – well, Liam’s back at his flat, he’s got a deadline so he begged off on the night out, and Erin is going to spend the night there like she does most nights now and if she hasn’t learned then she really doesn’t deserve to be over there with the nicest, most talented person she knows. Liam – her boyfriend.

It’s the whiskey. Whiskey is dangerous. She likes it too much, and the way she feels it in her lips first. And the way this guilty thrill keeps coursing through her before she can remember to stifle it – she likes that too much, too. This is ridiculous. Faye is right there and Erin isn’t stupid. Not usually, anyway.

Maybe he’s not the one looking, maybe it’s her. Maybe she’s being the weird one and he just keeps noticing. It’s possible, especially with the way her eyes are lingering on other things. Like his hands. They’re sort of graceful. And she can remember what they felt like on her, when it was easy for him to touch her, when it didn’t mean anything or maybe it did but that was ok. It’s not ok now. And he doesn’t ever really touch her.

That’s probably good. She can respect that. She can respect that because it means they all get to be together in this bar tonight. That it's like it always used to be. Or mostly how it always used to be.

But then, no – there they are again and she feels her stomach coming even more undone. His eyes. She’d looked up at him and they were already on her and she wasn’t even doing anything to look at, just fiddling with the paper coaster that should really be under her beer right now and not being folded to bits in her hand.

It’s a mistake to wonder if it means something, if it means anything. It’s such a mistake. So ridiculous. Ridiculous thoughts. Because maybe it used to mean something, and maybe it used to mean something that would lead to other somethings, but it doesn’t now. And whiskey doesn’t change that. 

It doesn’t change it, but it still means that something hot flashes in her when his eyes lock onto hers for a brief moment until they pass from her onto Clare who’s telling a story and Erin knows – she has to believe that she knows – that she’s making something out of nothing.

He looks so happy now, and Erin – well, she’s happy, too. Truly. They’re both so happy. This is so wonderful for them. Look at how they’ve grown up. It’s nothing. It’s whatever she had for dinner. Or just the alcohol. That’s what she’ll believe, because she’s happy.

(thank you @derrygirlstrash for your vibe consultancy on this one and for continuing to lend me your OCs!)

[wondereads]

Personal Review (06/05/22)

City of Bones by Cassandra Clare

Why am I reviewing this book?

This is a YA fantasy classic, and I recently decided to reread them since I wanted to read the later series. While I love some Cassandra Clare books (The Infernal Devices especially), these early ones... they're certainly something.

Plot 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10

Clary Fray's life gets turned upside down when her mother disappears, her home is trashed, and she's attacked by something that's supposedly a demon. She's saved by a mysterious boy named Jace who claims to be a Shadowhunter, a part-angel warrior that defends Earth from demons—and Clary is one too. But Clary couldn't care less about that when her mother is missing.

Looking back, it's kind of astonishing that I never figured out that this was Harry Potter fanfiction considering the setup of Valentine and his motivations. I wouldn't say this plot is super original, but there is enough going on that it didn't drag (this is not true for the later books). However, the worldbuilding, considering when this book was published, was unique. Shadowhunters were a new concept, so I have to give Clare credit there. Even if it was fanfiction in the beginning, the plot and worldbuilding are new enough to trick Harry Potter-obsessed, middle school me, and it is interesting.

Still, it's a little mediocre. The "plot twist" (which isn't even really a plot twist since it gets undone later in the series) isn't foreshadowed at all, and there are inconsistencies. It's excusable for Jace, Isabelle, and Alec, but why has Clary suddenly forgotten about the conveniences of modern life? DNA tests are right there, and certainly a better option than just trusting the creepy, blood purist guy you're supposed to be fighting.

Characters 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10

Clary is an unfortunate victim of "relatable protagonist syndrome". There's such a big focus on making her relatable to every possible girl that could ever read this book that she comes out without any noticeable personality traits. I will say that I appreciated her focus on finding her mother, but that's about it. The protagonist should be the driving force behind a story, but Clary just kind of lets stuff happen to her. Even when she was making decisions, it was mostly just agreeing with someone else rather than coming up with anything for herself. Also, can she stop ridiculing traditionally feminine interests and traits?

Jace is actually quite interesting. His self-loathing hidden by suffocating amounts of arrogance makes for a very interesting dynamic. Something I enjoyed was that other than to an audience of starstruck 13-year-olds, Jace is supremely unlikable. If I met him in real life, I'd probably slap him. However, it creates an interesting push-and-pull between Jace's crappy attitude and the undeniable gravity he exudes—to both Clary and his friends, Isabelle and Alec.

Middle school me ate Clary and Jace up, but they were just alright this time around. Of course, minus points for the incest plotline. Instead, I found the platonic or background relationships much more compelling. Whether it was Clary and Isabelle growing closer, Jace and Alec's brotherhood, or Alec's developing crush on Magnus, those were so much more emotionally satisfying than whatever Jace and Clary had going on. Special mentions to Isabelle and Magnus for being the best characters.

Writing Style 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10

I will say, the writing surprised me with its quality. The descriptions were well-executed and easily let me picture what was occurring, the emotions were subtle while still having clarity, and there were some great lines. Say what you will about Cassandra Clare, but she knows how to write teenagers. The snarky, playful way the main five interacted with each other was a perfect portrayal of real-life teenagers. Many of Simon's comments about Jace or Shadowhunters in general, were very believable from a teenage boy. A lot of times, snark and sass in writing come off as forced or ingenuine, but if anything the way Clare writes character conversations and dialogue felt quite real.

The pacing of this book was alright if a little slow in some places. This technically breaks the rules of my reviews, but the pacing goes way off the rails in the later books. City of Glass in particular drags like no other.

Overall 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10

There is some sentimental value to this book, and it definitely has its good points. The writing is a very strong point, and I liked pretty much all the characters except Clary. It also goes by pretty quickly for a book on the longer side, and it had some original ideas for the time. However, there's nothing new about the plot, the characters ignore solutions and believe whatever they're told, and Clary could be replaced by a scarecrow with a stele and nothing would change. I find this book interesting enough that I wouldn't discourage people from trying it, but don't force yourself.

The Author

Cassandra Clare: American, Jewish, 48, also wrote Clockwork Angel, Lady Midnight, and The Iron Trial

The Reviewer

My name is Wonderose; I try to post a review once a week, and I do themed recommendations every once in a while. I take recommendations! Check out my about me post for more!

[rastronomicals]

2:25 PM EDT September 15, 2024:

Double Dagger - "Clare (Undone)" From the EP Alt+0135 (2002)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: graphicdesigncore

[perksofhs]

‘You know what that does to me’

The missus goes to a show and backstage shenanigans ensue!  (Content warning: smut, but also some fluff! Enjoy! xx) 

Watching him perform was undoubtedly one of your favourite things. Whenever you could you’d be out in the crowd, the energy of the room never failing to lift you up. Harry also fed off the crowd, the buzz he got was addictive, and if you were there he’d always kick it up a notch, looking for you whenever he could just to make sure you were enjoying yourself. He’d catch a glimpse of you swaying your hips to the music and it sent him crazy. 

“Hmm you look good in that suit baby” you hummed, appearing from behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso as he adjusted tonights suit in the mirror. “You should leave a couple buttons undone, I mean I’m sure the fans would love it, as would I” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear, causing him to close his eyes, leaning further into your touch. You smiled, walking around to face him, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing the tattoo covered skin beneath. You stood aside to let him take a look in mirror and decide whether to keep it that way, although you pretty much knew he’d do whatever you told him turned you on. “See, much better” you smirked, pecking his lips quickly. At that moment Jeff poked his head in the door “Harry can you quickly come with me and greet some of our guests?” Harry nodded “Be there in a sec” Jeff nodded, going back out into the hallway. Harry turned to you again, before pulling you in for a rather passionate kiss, your hands momentarily finding themselves in his hair. It lasted a few seconds before he reluctantly pulled away “I’ll be back soon ok?” you nodded “Go before Jeff gets annoyed” you chided, giving him a light smack on the bum, sending him towards the door. You laughed a little, shaking your head before walking back out into the green room, taking a seat beside Adam and Clare happily joining into their conversation which mostly revolved around Adam’s kids. It wasn’t long until Harry waltzed back in, walking over to the three of you and sitting himself down next to you on the already pretty cramped couch. 

“I’m squished” you joked, “Come ‘ere” Harry said, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you onto his laps, his arms eventually resting around your hips with his chin on your shoulder. You leant back into him, “hmmm this is nice” you hummed, “I was thinking, after the show, hows about we don’t go out for drinks like usual but we just stay in the hotel room and cuddle and watch a sappy rom-com like usual? I’m feeling pretty tired” you suggested, Harry smiled “That sounds like a great idea babe, haven’t had a movie night in a while, been missing The Notebook a little bit” he smirked as you rolled your eyes “Look I love that movie as much as the next person but i’m pretty sure you’ve made me watch it at least 57 times and I need a break!” you laughed, Harry pouted, trying but failing to guilt you into it, “Stop it, we’re watching The Proposal and that’s that” you pecked his still pouty lips “Ok I guess I can deal with that” he sighed, pinching your hip hard enough to make you flinch. “10 minutes to showtime guys, lets go!” the tour manager announced and everyone clambered to their feet, Harry picking you up and setting you down in the process. He grabbed your hand leading you out the door towards the backstage area, stopping right at the stairs behind the stage. You could hear the crowd humming with excitement, the energy in the room electrified. “You better rock the shit out of this place tonight” you said, unbuttoning one more button “For good luck” you winked, Harry smirked, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, this kiss was a little deeper than the usual pre-show kiss and you knew it would be one of those shows, one where he’d show off just for you. “Have fun out there, I’ll be watching” you said, giving him one last peck before walking out into arena. 

You made your way to your usual seat next to the sound and lighting crew beside B stage, the crowd cheering for you, which is something that you still barely comprehended even though you’ve been with Harry for 4 years. The lights went down and the crowd went wild, ear piercing screams filled the space as the opening notes of Only Angel rang through the arena. A minute later Harry strutted his way onto the stage, the screams intensifying as he confidently walked from one side of the stage to the other, waving and blowing kisses before the beat dropped and he got into the music. You watched him dance across the stage, enjoying every minute of it. You swayed your hips to the music, screaming the lyrics along with the crowd, earning you a few weird glances from the crew who thought it was hilarious. A group of fans to your right waved you over a few songs into the set wanting a picture and a chat. You honestly loved talking to the fans, almost all of them were incredibly friendly and supportive of your husband which is all you really cared about. You ended up standing near them for a couple of songs until there was a chatty break in the music “Lovely meeting you guys, I’m gonna go back over to my usual spot otherwise he’ll get mad” you joked “But hey how about during the encore break you three follow me backstage to say hi quickly?” the three girls squealed with glee, nodded and thanking you profusely, “Are you serious? Omg thank you so much!” one of them screamed “I’ll come back over and you can follow me back ok? See you soon!” you said, the girls nodding frantically, before giving them a wave and wandering back to your usual spot. 

“Have we got any birthdays in the house tonight?” Harry said, searching the crowd for anyone with a hand up landing on one girl a few rows behind the pit having a quick conversation with her before getting the crowd to sing happy birthday at the top of their lungs. “So my wife’s here tonight, she flew in yesterday to surprise me, what a gem hey?” he said, his accent getting thicker at the end, you smiled, blowing him a kiss which he pretended to catch and put in his pocket causing the crowd to ‘aww’ and you to laugh. “God I’m romantic” he proclaimed, narcissistic Harry making an appearance, you rolled your eyes and smiled “Hey I saw that” he laughed “She’s back there rolling her eyes, how rude! First you won’t let me watch The Notebook now this?!” the crowd laughed, a few joking boos mixed in “Hey hey hey we don’t boo people in this room! It’s only love in this room! Spread the love people!” he yelled and the crowd cheered. You could’t help but smile, the room really was filled with only love and it was all because of him. 

The show continued, you watched him perform to the entirely enamoured crowd that couldn't focus on anything but him, his movements and his voice. Soon enough Sign of The Times started following Harrys usual spiel about how the encore works then getting everyone to bring out their torches and light the arena up, it had to be on of his favourite moments from every show. You walked over to the group of fans from before, “Hey girls you ready? We’ll make our way backstage now and you can say hello when he comes back!” you laughed as they squealed before collecting their things and following you around to the front of the arena, a few fans giving you a wave along the way. Security let you through and you stood just near the bottom of the stairs behind the stage chatting as SOTT came to an end and the lights went out before your husband came bounding down the stairs, locking eyes with you immediately before engulfing you in a rather sweaty hug. “Ew you’re sweaty!” you jokingly tried to escape the hug, a pout on his lips as you wriggled free. “I met a few people who’d like to say hello” you said, introducing the girls to Harry, watching as he gave each of them a hug, apologising for being a little gross but of course they didn’t care. He took a quick group photo with the three of them before security led them back out into the arena, leaving just you and him alone. You wrapped your arms around his neck “You look so good tonight baby” you whispered into his ear, his hands lowering to just above your bum, causing you to move a little closer, entangling your hands in his hair, tugging ever so slightly. “Baby, stop it, you know what that does to me” he moaned, biting his lip, trying to hold himself together knowing that in just about 30 seconds he’d be back on stage and he didn’t want to give anything away. “Sorry babe, I can’t help it, watching you on stage gets me all riled up and you know it so really it’s your fault” you said, hands still not leaving his sweaty hair. “20 seconds Harry!” one of stage hands called, he nodded in response, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, pulling away with a “See you soon babe” before running back up the steps and back onto the stage, another roar from the crowd filling the arena. He knew how to keep you going even if he wasn’t touching you and you both loved and hated it. 

You wandered back out, choosing to watch the last 3 songs from the back of the left GA. The Chain was always one of your favourite songs, part of the reason Harry had added it to the setlist, and if you were at a show he’d use the song to tease you, and boy did it. Tonights performance riled you up more than usual, you were growing more and more impatient with ever thrust of his hips towards the mic stand, the subtle smirks directed at only you scattered throughout the performance and by the time Kiwi came on you were hot and flustered, and Harry could tell. ‘I hate you’ you mouthed, Harry’s brow furrowing in mock confusion, he was completely aware of what he was doing and he loved it. During Kiwi you watched on, trying not to show how you were feeling because you new he was enjoying watching you squirm. You decided to leave towards the end of Kiwi, making sure he saw you walk out, looking back with a smirk on your face. You could hear Kiwi end as you walked down the hallway towards the dressing room, and the final roar of the crowd as Harry exited the stage. 

Within a matter of seconds Harry ran up behind you, grabbing your hand pulling you into a small empty dressing room and locking the door behind him. “Someones impatient” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck, crashing your lips onto his, his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you off the ground, carrying you towards the couch. You pulled away, lying back on the small couch, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt “See I told you keeping it unbuttoned would have been much better, and easier” you joked, pecking his lips before removing the sweaty shirt, throwing it somewhere across the room. “Didn’t want to make you too flustered” and with that, his hands were puling your t-shirt over your head before trying to unclasp your bra, as your own needy hands unbuttoned his trousers. You struggle just a bit to get his pants down his sweaty thighs just far enough to allow you the access you so desperately crave. Harry groans as you play with the hem of his underwear, your lips never leaving each others during this whole process. “Stop teasing.. me..” Harry pants, finally getting the your bra off and flinging it somewhere behind him and hastily freeing you of your jeans and panties in one swift movement. You smirk into the kiss, you loved teasing him just a little. You relish for one last second in the tease before pushing his boxer briefs all the way down every so slowly. He moaned under your touch as you grazed your fingers back up his thigh before giving him an agonising slow pump that sent him fucking wild. “I told you to stop teasing” he growls, grabbing both yoru wrists and placing them above your head. He’s now in full control. 

“Now keep your hands there ok?” He instructs, staring deep into your eyes, sweat dripping down his cheeks. You bite your lip and nod your head, knowing that simple bite of the lip would send him even further. “Fuck you are beautiful” he says, before trailing his hands down your torso, your breathing getting heavier, before he reaches the spot where you need him the most. He delicately rubs the bundle of nerves as you bite your lip even hard trying to stifle a moan but failing miserably. “You like that huh?” he says, knowing exactly what he is doing. He lifts his fingers up to his mouth, taking two of his fingers in one by one before tracing them along your inner thigh, find their way to where you needed them. You were squirming, the craving almost unbearable. “Please Harry, I need y-ugh” before you could finish he slipped two fingers in. Pumping at a fast pace, your walls tightening around his fingers to exntend the pleasure, an endless string of moans coming from your mouth as you got closer and closer. He went deeper and deeper before hitting the spot. you writhed under his touch, bucking your hips up to get him to go even deeper. Your moans became more desperate as you tipped over the edge, reaching your high. “Good baby, I wanna see you let go, fuck you’re so beautiful” he encourages you to finish and you obey, your body tingling as you hit the orgasm you had been so desperately craving. “Good girl, good girl” he pulls his fingers out, now dripping in you. 

“I love you Harry” you pant, still coming down off the first high. Although you were satisfied, all you wanted to do was keep going. You grabbed his hand, putting his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them ever so gently. Yet another thing you knew sends him fucking crazy. You released his fingers, reaching up to grab his face, you crash your lips back on his, enjoying the taste of each other, as you kissed you reahed down to stroke him, he was stiff and ready. “You’re eager tonight aren’t you baby” he says, you can only hum in response, already coming back up to another high. “I need you Harry, all of you” and with that, he pumps himself twice before pushing himself in. You stretch around him, his length filling you, going impossibly deep. He thrusts hard and fast, desperately trying to hit his peak. Your lips separate, the movement too much as your head falls back, both of you moaning in absolute pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck Harry.. ughhh” you’re almost screaming as he continues to push deeper. You can tell he’s getting there, and he can tell you are too. Your moans get louder and louder, both of you panting as you reach your climaxes simultaneously. there is no doubt that anyone walking past could hear you, but both of you were so lost in the moment that neither of you cared. You buck your hips, desperately trying to hit your peak as he speeds up trying to do the same, you both hit your highs, releasing together. The euphoria of the orgasm washing over both of you. His thrusts slow and become sloppy, his eyes closed, a grin now adorning is lips. 

As you both come down, you relax into each other. As he slows, Harry’s body becomes heavy on top of yours, and you both sink into the couch. Your breaths steadying as he rests his head on your bare chest, his hand lazily rubbing at your exposed breast. “That was.. incredible” he says, and it was true. Post show sex was always the most fun. “Worth the wait?” you tease, a smirk on your lips and a cheesy grin on his, “definitely worth the wait. Although you really are a tease sometimes”. You chuckle “You actually love it though, I know you do”. You both remain there, satisfied, happy and more than a little bit sweaty. 

“I suppose we should go back out and see people huh? I have a feeling someone may be looking for us” Harry says, even though he would rather just stay in this moment. “Harry I’m pretty sure they know where we are, we weren;t very subtle, or quiet!” you giggle at the thought of everyone hearing what has just occurred but you honestly couldnt care less. “Thats true, but either way we should probably get up” he says, pushing himself up from the small couch, pulling you up with him as he goes. You two really were a sight to behold. Both of you naked, hair dishevled, sweat glistening on both of your skins. Even if they hadn’t have heard you, they’ll for sure be able to tell.

You both relcutantly get dressed, albiet with Harry’s suit looked more than a little messy, sneaking one last kiss before you unlock the door and head back to his dressing room. You pass a few people in the hallway, a pleasant smile and a few hellos before you both walk into the fairly busy dressing room. As you both enter, a few knowing glances are sent your way, your cheeks flush red while Harry smirks, relishing in what you;re sure he see;s as an accomplishment. You giggle and hide your face in his side as you both take a seat on the yet again crowded couch. “You two look a bit.. flustered” Jeff says, your cheeks glowing red again in embarassment before the group all start laughing, you and Harry chuckling along with them. Oh what a night it has been!

Hey lovelies! Two in one night! This is yet another installment of “The Words You Speak” series. I rarely write raucnhy content, I think this is only the second one I’ve ever properly written! It;s been sat in my drafts for quite a while but I though I may as well post it! As usual, requests are open so let me know what you want to read! Enjoy xxx 

[daily-clace]

“I love you,” she said, her hands in his hair. “I love you.”

She saw his eyes widen and something behind his expression crack. The last wall around his heart, the last piece of self-protection he’d held in place. It crumbled away into blazing light as he came undone against her, like sunlight bursting into a room that had been walled up for a long, long time. He buried his face in her neck, saying her name over and over before he collapsed against her shoulder. And when finally Clary closed her eyes she thought she saw the cavern blaze up in gold and white, wrapping them both in heavenly fire, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

City of Heavenly Fire, Cassandra Clare

[myriadxofxmuses]

 ♮ ♮ humbly asking for Oscar and Clare and Jace And Em 😁😁😁

X

1. a song that represents our muses in general.

2. a song that represents what mine thinks of yours.

3. a song that represents what yours thinks of mine.

4. their theme song if they ever fell in love/became friends.

5. their theme song if they are enemies or were to become enemies.

6. what my muse would sing or play at your muses funeral.

Uplanned:

1. Issues

2. All of Me

3. Beautiful undone

4. In Flames

5. Come Back to Me

6. Sirens

Ride or Die:

1. Sleep Baby Sleep

2. Devil's Backbone

3. I Must Be In Love

4. Bright

5. Lost It All

6. Stars

[airplanned]

Zelda Advent Calendar Story

Chapter 1...Chapter 23

Chapter 24

The snow began to fall an hour before the Solstice ceremony.  People smiled, diamond droplets like stars on their wool hats and eyelashes as they entered the sanctuary and beamed up and the fairy lights across the ceiling, at the magic of solstice when the stars kept them warm.

Zelda took a deep breath.  It would be fine.  Everything would be fine.  The snow had waited for the first day of winter.  It had waited until they had a plan.  She couldn't reasonably ask for more.  Now she just had to make it through the ceremony and hope her hands stopped shaking.

The stack of blush crowns had also made it to Solstice.  Saria smiled at her kindly and reminded her that she was now allowed to take them off.

"Oh."  She lifted them from her head and held them awkwardly.  She wasn't quite sure what to do with them. 

"I'll put them in your office," Saria said.

Zelda flushed, the crowns' powers still at work.  It was silly of her to think of keeping them.

She traded the crowns for her headpiece and Saria helped her fasten it in place.  In turn, she helped Saria zip up the back of her robe.

"Do you need any help in here?"

She turned to see Link in a nice shirt and tie, poking his head into the office.  She wanted to smile at how eager he was to help, as if he hadn't done enough of that already.  But her stomach was a knot and all she could do was press her lips tighter together and shake her head.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead smiled at her, and her petrified heart melted just a tiny bit.

Claree dashed up and grabbed Link's arm and pulled him away from the door, but she could still see them through the office windows and still here Claree because she was loud.  She was in a nice, blue dress and had her hair up in a knot at the back.   "She's here!"

Link's face fell, his posture straightened as he turned to the sanctuary.

Saria's voice came much too loud.  "Can we go over the final chant one more time?  I'm still getting it wrong."

This was clearly an attempt to distract her, so she walked past the intern and into the hall.  "Who's here?"

Claree's eyes turned enormous.  "No one."

"It sounds like it's someone."

"It's...just this reporter who we don't like.  It's nothing."

The warming that Link's smile had done was immediately undone.  "Traysi's here?"

Link's face fell.

"You know about that?" Claree asked.

"Oh no.  No no no no no.  I'm too wound up already!  I'm going to mess it up!  I'm going to mess it up in front of Traysi!"

Link stepped forward and took her by the shoulders.  "You'll do fine, High Priestess."

"Ohhhhh noooooooo."

"Zelda.  Look at me. You're magnificent.  She's flat out wrong to say otherwise, and no one listens to her.  No one.  You're the voice of the Goddess."

She wrung her hands.  "I need a distraction.  Tell me there's more tax evasion. Let the roof collapse right now.  Something.  Anything."

He nodded.  

Slipped a hand to the back of her neck.  

And kissed her.

She sucked in a breath.  And her whole body melted.  Her eyes slipped closed as her hands came up to wrap around his neck, as his hand slipped from her shoulder to her waist, coaxing her closer until she pressed against him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss until her lips parted under his.

They pulled apart, simply holding each other for a moment.

She cleared her throat, finding that peaceful center that had been hidden by anxiety for weeks.  Maybe months.  "That's much better than a roof collapse.  Thank you."

He cracked a smile.  "High praise."

"Yes.  You should take it as such."

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, squeezing her tight in a quick hug that lifted her onto her toes.  "You're going to do great."

"And you're going to magically change Traysi's mind so she writes a glowing review tomorrow."

"No," he said.  "You're going to do that."

Chapter 25

[the-lightning-mage]

Physical Descriptions

I’ve posted a few screenshots, but they aren’t great representations of how the characters look, so here’s are some proper descriptions:

Beatrix Cousland

Beatrix is a natural redhead, and has dark brown almost black eyes. She has an oval shaped face, a button nose, and almond shaped eyes. She is only 5′1 (~1.55), but is very well built. She has a few small scars here and there on her body as time goes on, but the only noticeable one is on her back. It’s a long jagged, but faded line near her spine. When she is searching for the cure for the calling, she gets a scar on the bridge of her nose (This one upsets Alistair when she returns). Her hair is very long, about hip length, and is usually done in some kind of braid. Despite almost always being braided, her hair doesn’t retain any of the waves when undone, so she has very straight hair. She is quite pale, and ends up with a ridiculous amount of freckles after the Blight. The way she dresses changes wildly depending on whether the story is during the Blight or not, and whether she is acting as Queen or Commander. During the Blight she is just wearing whatever armor and clothing she can get her hands on. While the dagger she uses changes as she gets better and better blades, she uses the Cousland Family Sword for the entirety of the Blight, and used it to kill the Archdemon. Afterwards, she starts using only daggers. When she is acting as Commander, she wears her Warden armor, and very plain clothes. She wears a few pieces of jewelry that Alistair got her, and her hair is in very tight braids. As Queen, she lets everyone else choose the colors, but she refuses to budge on how easy it is to move in them. They are still very fancy though. She only wears jewelry that Alistair, her brother, and her friends get her. (Besides the crown of course).

Clare Hawke

Clare has very thick, dark hair, is naturally wavy (despite what her screenshots show), and falls down to about the middle of her back. She usually wears it in a rather plain bun. She has large, dark green eyes that can look brown from a distance. She has very tan, olive toned skin. She is 5′7 (~1.7), and on the lean side. She has a small scar on the left side of her jaw, and the most noticeable one on her body is one that resembles an armband on her left bicep. She of course wears the signature war paint. Her armor, clothing, and weapons are all very plain until she gets the estate back. Even then, everything is still on the plain side, but is very high quality. She prefers to wear reds, blacks, and browns just like her champion armor. She doesn’t wear any jewelry until she marries Sebastian and becomes princess of Starkhaven. Because she doesn’t really know much about high class fashion, she trusts him with choosing what she wears to court. He always makes sure she’s comfortable more than anything. Her daggers are always very normal looking daggers, but their hilts become fancier with time.

Graham Trevelyan

Graham also has thick, dark hair, but it is an absolute mess. He can usually tame it enough to make it look messy on purpose. He has a beard that looks identical to Anders’. He has big blue eyes, and a slightly crooked nose. He is on he pale side, and has very light freckles that get stronger as he spends more time outside. He is about 5′10 (~1.78), and very muscular. He wears the reinforced prowler armor with upgrades for his arms and legs. His armor is colored black, red, and gold to match the Inquisition flags and banners. Under his armor he wears simple trousers, an overshirt, and a tunic much like Cullen. At Skyhold he wears the outerwear options with the sleeveless jacket. He uses a very ornate bow made out of dark colored wood with a bit of bright red cloth tied around it. He eventually starts wearing kohl, but it’s a lot messier than Dorian’s. (Think Jack Sparrow or Hook from OUAT).

Holly Trevelyan

Holly also has thick, dark hair, but unlike her brother, she’s able to tame her hair. She usually wears it in various different braided styles. The closer she is to civilaztion/Skyhold, the more ornate her hair usually is. These braids can vary from one long, messy braid to several smaller braids pinned to her head. When it’s down, her hair is wavy due to the braids. Her eyes are the same shape as Graham’s, but hers are a lighter shade. She’s paler than her brother. She’s 5′5 (~1.65) and is very curvy. She wears very simple leather armor and padded trousers. She also keeps a plum colored cloak with her. She wears very similar clothes to what Graham wears under her armor. The clothing she wears at Skyhold his very similar to her under armor clothing, but far fancier. She wears a lot of dark purples, dark reds, dark pinks, and blacks. She wears very glamorous makeup at Skyhold that matches her clothing, and lots of silver and gold jewelry. Her staff is made of a dark colored wood, and it has images of leaves and vines engraved in it. At the top of a staff a group of crystals that look like a blooming flower is attached. At the bottom twin blades stick out in opposite directions. When she gets her spirit blade hilt, it’s silver with amethysts set in it.

[anythingandeverything1d]

Night Out

Harry had been touring Europe for a few weeks, but tonight was the first night they had actually had a break and been able to enjoy some time off. So you had begged Harry and the rest of the band to go out clubbing. There was one down the street from the hotel that had amazing reviews. It had been so long since you and Harry had dressed up to actually go out. If Harry wasn't doing something for his music, the two of you were normally lunging on the couch in pjs. You put on a cute dress that hugged your body and showed off your curves. You also wore the scrappy pair of heels you knew Harry loved and did your makeup with bright red lipstick. Harry was dressed in his black skinny jeans and a black shirt that was undone in the front and his hair was pushed back into a nice wave. You walked out of the bathroom and twirled with a smile. “What do you think?”

“Uhmm...” Harry bit his lip, reached out his hand and took yours, and pulled you into his chest. His voice was a low growl in your ear. “I think we should just stay in instead..” His lips pressed against your ear and tugged lightly on your earlobe. 

You laughed and placed your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him off. “We are going out. We look too good to stay in.”

“I think we’d look better in bed than in a club..” You smiled and kissed him softly.

“Come on H, lets get going. Everyone is waiting on us.” You held out your hand he he grabbed it, allowing you to pull him out of the door. 

You met the rest of the band downstairs and together walked to the club. Dating Harry Styles had its perks, no one even batted an eye when we tried getting in. The bouncer smiled and nodded removing the rope and letting us pass without so much as a second thought. You walked in holding Harry’s hand and smiled. The club was packed. A DJ was playing remixes of your favorite songs and people were jumping up and down and swaying to the music. Harry and the guys wandered over to the bar to get some drinks while you Clare and Sarah made your way out to the dance floor. You were dancing and laughing with them when a guy came up behind you. He held his hands on your waist and pushed up against you. You froze and turned around. “Hey.” he said with a smile. “No need to stop.”

“Uh sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry love. Lets just have some fun shall we?”

“Actually I-”

“Shh less talking, more dancing. He grabbed your hips forcefully and pulled you back so that his crotch was pressed against your backside. His hands were forcefully moving your body to the music and he was groaning in your ear. You tried pushing him off but he pulled you back. “No need to leave, just relax.” Sarah and Clare stepped in and grabbed you. 

“Hey, (y/n) we should probably be looking for the guys.”

You nodded, relief flooding your face. “Yeah, youre right.” You turned and smiled. “Sorry but I’m going to help my friends look for the rest of our group.”

He nodded but didnt say anything so you followed them to a separate part of the dance floor. Harry and the guys were still in line at the bar. They hadn't even moved and you were shifting uncomfortably on your feet wishing he would hurry up. You kept looking around, anxious that the guy was following you. You took a breath and turned to the girls. “I’m going to run to the bathroom.” 

“Want us to come?”

“No, that’s okay..” You smiled and turned toward the restrooms. You made it to the door when you felt a hand on your wrist. Your stomach dropped and your turned. Harry’s green eyes were shining. You let out a shaky breath and laughed. “Harry, you scared me.”

“Sorry” he smiled. “Hey the are out of the drink you wanted, is there anything else that sounds good?”

“Just get me whatever is fruity and sugary.” you laugh. Harry smiled and nodded, pulling you in for a quick kiss. 

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.” you smiled, turning back to the bathroom doors. You walked in, fixing your make up and hair in the mirror before walking out. The guy was stood outside the door when you walked out. He smiled and stepped forward.

“There you are. I’ve been looking around.”

You laughed and nodded. “Well you found me, but I should be going.” You stepped towards the bar, hoping to see Harry in sight. He grabbed your wrist and stopped you. 

“Now now, theres no reason to be in a rush. Let’s get to know each other a bit.”

“Actually, as much as I’d like to, my boyfriend is is expecting me back any second.”

“Oh. Boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” you smiled and nodded, pulling your wrist from his grip. “I should go find him.. he will be worried.”

“I’m sure he will be fine. Come on, you're looking a little.....hot.” He looked you up and down and you suddenly regretted your outfit choice. “Maybe we should step outside...get some air.”

“No, that’s okay...I’d really like to get back to my group..” you walked towards the club in a hurry but he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back.

You luckily meet eye contact with Sarah who nods, realizing what's happening. “Not so fast love. I’d like to get to know you.” He pushes you against the wall and you grunt in pain as your head slams into it. “Now what do you say we find somewhere to talk a little quieter.” The guy pulls you into the mens bathroom and locks the door behind him. “This is better don't you think?”

Your head is spinning and you feel a little sick. “I really need to-” He cuts you off, his lips pinning yours back. His hands are slowly crawling up your body and he's tugging at the end of your dress. You try to move away but he pushes you harder this time, your head slams into the sink and you sink to the floor. “Help!” you scream but he cuts you off, his hand slamming against your cheek.

“Now why would you do that? We are just having a little fun.” He unbuckles his pants and you feel sick to your stomach. You know what's about to happen, but you don't know how to stop it. You kick him, trying to stand but your head is spinning and you trip, falling against the door. He angrily laughs and grabs your shoulders sitting you up against the wall. You close your eyes, expecting him to hit you but instead he sits his body weight on your lap and forcefully kisses you. His tongue presses into your mouth and you want to vomit. He tears the top of your dress down, his hands gliding over your now bare chest. “Damn love. This is going to be fun...” You cry out in pain as he smacks your head back and bites on the sensitive part of your neck. You feel like youre about to pass out. He’s unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock when you hear Harry through the door. 

“(y/n)!” he calls out. You suddenly sit up right.

“Harry! Harry! Help!” you scream at the top of your lung. You use what strength you have left and push the guy away and pound on the door. “Harry in here! Help! Har-” your suddenly thrown backwards to the floor. The guy is standing above you. He spits down onto you and kicks the side of your head. Darkness flashes and you groan in pain.

“Shut the fuck up you little-” Suddenly someone is kicking at the door and hard. He pushes his weight against it, but its no use. The lock doesn't hold and the door opens. Mitch is standing there out of breath. You cry out in relief and Harry rushes forward to you. He kneels next to you and lightly touches the bruises on your cheek. Mitch grabs the guy and pushes him to the floor, calling out for help. Luckily, Sarah and Clare come rushing in with an officer who puts the guy in cuffs. 

“Babe....” Harry whispers, his lips touching the top of your head.

“Harry...” you cry. He lifts you into his arms and cradles you close. You bury your face in his chest, letting the tears fall down into his shirt. Harry carries you out of the club to where paramedics are waiting. “No...” you whine, reaching out for him as he sets you in a stretcher. 

“Shh its okay love...” He holds your hands and jumps in the back of the ambulance. “We need to get you checked out okay? We need to make sure nothing is broken.”

“Don't leave...” you whine, afraid he's going to stay back.

“Im not going anywhere I promise.” He presses a kiss to your temple and smiles sadly. “I won't let anyone touch you I promise.”

The ambulance gets you to a hospital where your injuries are evaluated. Luckily nothing is broken but the doctor does inform you that you have a slight concussion and will need to be evaluated overnight. You have a few bruises on your cheek and arm but other than that you are relatively unscathed. Harry sits silently as the doctor goes over the extent of your injuries. “Now we do have kits that can be used to test for rape..” Harry’s head whips up, tears are in his eyes and he watches you carefully.

You shake your head, “no, that’s okay...he-he didn’t- he didn't get to that...” The doctor nods and leaves the room, informing you he will check back in a few hours. Harry’s rubbing the back of your hand and you smile at him. “Thanks for being here H.”

“I’m sorry I wasn't there for you earlier...”

“You couldn't have known-”

“I should have noticed you were a little nervous earlier. I should've picked up on it and not left you alone. I-”

“Harry. You cant blame yourself for this. It's not your fault and it’s not mine. I’m just glad that you saved me when you did.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

He smiled softly and kissed your lips gently with a sigh. “I love you too...” 

You patted the bed next to you and he climbed in, pulling you against him and snuggling you close. “I kind of wish we had stayed in bed though...” you laughed softly. Harry laughed with you.

“Me too. Next time we will for sure..”

“So much for our night out.” You looked up at him and smiled.

“Night outs are overrated anyways.” 

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A request! Enjoy! xoxo