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Naturally Growing Your Hair: An Ayurvedic Guide

Hi Guys! This week ill be talking about some tools you can use to grow your hair naturally.

First off, the Ayurveda emphasizes the use of natural remedies, the most popular being that of the various herbs, oils, and therapeutic practices passed down through the eons. By adhering to these principles, one can nourish their hair from within, and promote growth, strength, and vitality from within.

Some herbs you can use are: Amla, Bhringraj, and Bhrami

Amla is revered in the Ayurveda for its high vitamin C content along with its plethora of essential fatty acids. These factors play a crucial role in nourishing your hair follicles, strengthening the roots, and promoting a overall hair growth. Amla is most beneficial for the Pitta and Vata doshas

Bhringraj is renowned for its remarkable ability to stimulate hair regrowth. It is particularly effective in preventing hair loss, promoting hair thickness, and preventing premature greying. The herb is best known to pacify the Vata Dosha, which is known to cause hair issues when under stress.

And Bhrami excels at calming and rejuvenating your scalp. It improves your blood circulation and strengthens your hair follicles. Brahmi is also known to reduce mental stress on you, which is a common cause for hair fall. Although you may use Brahmi for any Dosha, it is best to use it for Pitta

Finally, here are some ways that you can utilize these herbs the best!

Scalp Massages

Regularly massaging your scalp with oils infused with these herbs can improve blood circulation, nourish the roots, and encourage healthy hair growth. This ancient technique not only nourishes the hair follicles but also enhances overall well being by fostering a sense of calm and tranquility.

Herbal Hair Masks

Create hair masks using a combination of these herbs in powder form, mixed with natural ingredients like yogurt, honey, or coconut oil. Apply these masks once a week to rejuvenate your scalp and stimulate growth.

[mashasxart]

october has snuck up on me Like Always but i stumbled across this bundle of prompts on the dash for an OCtober meme and i'm going to attempt it

Day 1: Favorite OC

i have So Many but i think atm vanya is definitely The Favorite. i even have a RP blog for him rn lmao i created him for a fanfic and he was never really meant to become a character beyond that, but i've ended up quite attached to him. in the end, i've added so many of my favorite character and story tropes to him that writing for him and his story has become downright therapeutic laughs

he is a very old, very minor god who has currently been suckered into completing three near impossible tasks by the witch grandmother. if he succeeds, she'll let him make a small edit in the book she was entrusted with eons ago. if he fails, well, no doubt he'll eventually think up some other way to try to get what he wants

in the meantime he's easily distracted by hoarding Abandoned Things, doting on his adopted daughter virtuous sirree, and picking on an old frenemy when the mood strikes

[silasbug]

thoughts.

humm. i was just looking through my old posts and i'm kind of sad that i stopped journaling thoughts and feelings since about.. may? i felt like it was kind of therapeutic in a way, even if unproductive. it allowed me to take the thoughts, put them in a little, tangible text box and get them out of my head. if only briefly.

BUT, that's the trouble of an everything-blog. now that i've actually made friends through it, it feels strange to share those thoughts. it was the ether before- strangers that shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't care. now it's people i know and love and that's.. scary. being known. being seen. i love it, of course. but it is scary.

"you should post whatever you want to, it's your blog". yes! of course. but not everyone needs to know everything about me and my half-baked inner machinations. it's different when it's people you know. i know my thoughts are often irrational, sometimes concerning, and i don't want to needlessly worry people that i care about. i am not crying for attention. i am not crying for help. i am okay. i will continue to be okay. not great, mind you. but okay. i will live. i've lived this long, i can keep doing it.

this blog is over 10 years old at this point. i never expected it to bring me closer to anyone and i am so incredibly grateful for the people i have met within the past half-year (and it did start with me drunk-posting something really dumb). it's been eye-opening. it's been reassuring, comforting, joyful, life-changing. i've loved and laughed in ways that i haven't in years. i'd given up on connecting with people in this way ever again, eons ago.

so... thank you. to whoever bothers to read this- you're probably one of the people that i am referring to.

thank you. genuinely.

[cellody]

DWC: Day II

ORBIT & ILLUSION @daily-writing-challenge

Figuratively speaking and to no one’s surprise, Lance always had his head in the dirt and his eyes on the ground; it was only when reminded of the night sky’s existence that he ever looked up to gaze through myriads of stars across unimaginable galaxies bearing names he knew not of. Constellations, orbits, planets, even astrology—none were his forte though all were of peak intrigue. How, though, could anyone not feel so captivated by them? There was nothing else that could get the artist utterly lost in thoughts deep enough to drown in, after all, and nothing else he loved more to try and put on canvas.

The trick method was to fan a finger across a brush tipped in white paint to achieve a splattering of tiny stars only otherwise feasible with things as small as a toothpick. Before he learned that, though, and even with the knowledge of how much it saved time... every now and then, purposefully, he chose to place every speck one by one because there was something hauntingly therapeutic about it. This star perhaps burned out eons ago and was close to fading; this one was just born. Those two came into existence at the same time, like brother and sister, though lacked the sentience to realize their own bond. This one was not a star at all but a civilization so distant it looked like nothing more than another lone spark among all the rest. One, by one, by one, he’d ground himself with the realization of just how small he and all of Azeroth’s population was.

Many found the subject unsettling; Lance found it humbling.

Once upon a time, a very dear, past partner had gifted him something as equally as unforgettable as any scenic depiction of midnight hours within space. Back when he was without sight and only able to see auras or things that could glow, a bucket overflowing with fireflies had been released into an enclosed space so lightless that all anyone would have been able to gawk at was their slow rise towards the roof and all about the room. The flickering, golden sparkles still remained his dearest memory that not even Suramar could compare to. It was one thing to admire the sky and another entirely to be within the illusion of it brought about by someone he’d loved, dancing in place to the glee of life in its most favored hour.

Just because they’d not managed to make their relationship last didn’t mean Lance was incapable of looking back on those ethereal times with a fond smile that would have coaxed anyone to pause in wonder over what was on his mind.

[twistedswd]

This is the Unsent Project anon, and I wish to clarify that I am anon for my own comfort. I do not intend to hate nor come off as being with malice, I merely wish not to be tied by my personal account.

And I only ask to satiate my own curiosity. I don't speculate or search for my own name, I simply find the site/Unsent Project itself interesting and figured you might as well.

I've heard of people using it to vent frustrations, words left unsaid to old friends and allies, and such [as it's intented]. I've never done anything similar, only reading others' posts. I can see how, perhaps, one might delight in it for its therapeutic nature of "letting go."

Although it can become one toxic mindset to assume everything with your name is meant for you.

Again, it is simply interesting conceptually...

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I apologize for this eons long "ask."

To end, I shall ask something of you which you may enjoy answering!

What is your favorite Sanrio character, if any? And why?

And, how did you develop your art style? It feels it would taste vaguely of... chocolate. White chocolate. Delicious.

ah, i see. i've had a lot of anon hate recently, i shouldn't have assumed. i like chococat, but pompompurin is cute too, as well as lesser known characters like berry and moppu.

i've been drawing since i was little, so i've had a lot of artstyles. i take inspiration from a lot of artists, feel free to ask me for a list. i actually don't like white chocolate, dark chocolate is my favourite. i like milk chocolate if it's not extremely sweet or if it has other things in it. i love hazelnut chocolate..

this was a nice ask, thank you.

[drsnehapelviphysio]

Dry needling has emerged as a popular therapeutic technique within the realm of physiotherapy, offering effective relief for various conditions. At Physiotherapy Kharadi Pune, Dr. Sneha Life Active Clinic utilizes dry needling as a key component of their comprehensive rehabilitation services. Let's delve into the diverse range of conditions effectively treated with dry needling, from pain management to sports injury therapy, and explore how it complements other rehabilitation approaches.

Pain Management: One of the primary applications of dry needling is in pain management. Whether it's chronic pain stemming from musculoskeletal issues or acute pain resulting from injuries, dry needling can provide significant relief. By targeting trigger points and releasing tension within muscles, this technique helps alleviate pain and improve overall mobility. At Dr. Sneha Life Active Clinic, personalized physio plans integrate dry needling with other modalities for holistic pain management. Rehabilitation: Dry needling plays a crucial role in rehabilitation, especially post-surgical or post-injury. It aids in restoring muscle function, reducing scar tissue formation, and enhancing overall recovery. Combined with manual therapy and personalized exercise regimens, dry needling accelerates the rehabilitation process, enabling patients to regain functionality and mobility faster. At Rehabilitation Kharadi Pune, patients receive tailored treatment plans that include dry needling to optimize their recovery journey. Sports Injury Therapy: Athletes often encounter a myriad of injuries ranging from strains and sprains to overuse injuries. Dry needling serves as an effective adjunct therapy in sports injury rehabilitation. It targets specific muscle groups involved in the injury, promoting faster healing and preventing recurrent issues. As part of sports performance enhancement programs at Sports Injury Therapy Pune, dry needling helps athletes achieve peak performance while minimizing the risk of future injuries. Neurological Rehabilitation: Neurological conditions such as stroke, multiple sclerosis, or Parkinson's disease can significantly impact mobility and function. Dry needling, when incorporated into neurological rehabilitation programs, helps improve muscle tone, alleviate spasticity, and enhance motor control. Through targeted needling techniques, Neurological Rehabilitation Kharadi focuses on restoring optimal function and quality of life for patients with neurological disorders. Pediatric and Geriatric Care: Dry needling is also applicable in pediatric and geriatric physiotherapy settings. In pediatric physiotherapy, it aids in addressing musculoskeletal issues, developmental delays, and sports injuries in children. Similarly, in geriatric care, it helps manage age-related conditions such as osteoarthritis, chronic pain, and mobility limitations. With personalized physio plans at Pediatric Physiotherapy Pune and Geriatric Care Kharadi Pune, patients of all ages benefit from targeted and effective treatment approaches. In conclusion, dry needling offers a versatile and effective solution for a wide range of conditions across the lifespan. By integrating this technique into comprehensive physiotherapy services, Dr. Sneha Life Active Clinic ensures personalized care tailored to individual needs. Whether it's for pain management, rehabilitation, or performance enhancement, dry needling proves to be a valuable tool in optimizing musculoskeletal health and overall well-being.

Life Active Physiotherapy Clinic

Address: Office 201, Gera Park View Society, behind Eon IT Park, Kharadi, Pune, Maharashtra 411014

Phone: 083902 36030

[lettersfromandie]

Slow Burn Melodrama: A Break from the Fast-Paced

Whenever I watch a Korean drama, sometimes I wonder how they structure and make the story progress so fast, that so much has already happened even if I'm still on episode 4 out of 16. It is not a surprise though since K-dramas are known to have a fast-paced build-up. I may have not watched most of what everyone has on their "Watched" list but I can tell that I've already seen a lot and they are mostly the ones that make me say, "What? Episode 2 pa lang marupok na si mareng Yu Na-bi ni Park Jae-eon?!" Cheka.

Seriously though, I've watched a lot of heavy and intense dramas (also recently finished The World of The Married) - which is also my liking but when I've already seen so much of that heavy-packed drama and conflict, I want to take a break. Not to mention, lately I've been super overwhelmed with school + org + household responsibilities so I wanted to find something, anything, that will serve as my breather.

Gasping for air, I was searching some music videos of K-drama OSTs because playing them are therapeutic for me. Then, I randomly discovered a really good soundtrack that led me to finding and watching my breather. The song is Rain or Shine by Elaine, from the K-drama, A Piece of Your Mind.

What exactly compelled me to watch the drama is this song and the scenes from timestamp 0:55 onwards in the music video. I was intrigued and fascinated of the mahinhin gestures and I can easily feel the tension when the person was silently watching the other from a distance. These are subtle actions that we don't really get to appreciate or take notice of because they don't seem obvious and deliberate. Personally, it's the little things, the subtleties, that soften me most. And I wanted to see it in third person.

I don't remember watching a slow-burn romance melodrama, so I guess this was a first. And since this was my first, I did not expect anything, but a precious Jung Hae-in that I know will surely melt my heart 😝💓 From not clearly understanding the background in the first two episodes, to realizing that there are other precious people aside from Hae-in's character, then gradually appreciating the sentimentality of a slow-paced development, and finally grasping the entirety of the story, here's what I can say about A Piece of Your Mind :

It's an underrated, heartwarming melodrama, which not everyone is ready yet to give the recognition it deserves. It gives me the warm fuzzies and the fresh air I had been longing for. Not only did it help me breathe better, it also made me appreciate the beauty of the quiet. Ha Won (played by Jung Hae-in) and Seo Woo (played by Chae Soo-Bin) showed that there's something so simple yet pure of looking at someone from afar - not expecting, but hoping, or maybe none at all. That there's so much respect and love of patiently waiting and giving them the space and time to take a break, to grieve, or to be at peace. No rushing, no forcing. 

This drama both calmed and fluttered my heart. Too precious, I can't take it 😭💗

There are also many scenes and lines that resonated with me. One of which is this:

Having a one percent chance on someone or something may be positive or negative depending on how we look at it. 

"At least I have one percent." 

"I only have one percent." 

Usually, it's the latter we tell ourselves. Knowing that we only have one percent can be disheartening and we tend to kill it since it's just close to none at all. But Ha Won reminds us to let that one percent be free. You'll never know, it'll grow when you leave it be. (So, Jung Hae-in, as long as you're alive, I'm still clinging to that one percent chance I have with you and leave it be. Chos. Nagbabasakali lang naman.)

There is so much understanding and emotional rawness portrayed in A Piece of Your Mind and I can't help but cry (I always do). I am relieved that this drama and its OST has somehow given me some healing. It has easily become my comfort K-drama and I definitely want to watch it again.

The perks of a slow-burn melodrama. Never fails to evoke such emotions. Letting us take the time to savor the softness and sensation of the slowness. If you need a break from the fast-paced, I can attest that a slow burn melodrama will give you a peace of mind. (Kahit mapapasabi ka na, "Three episodes left and wala pa rin kissing scene?"  HAHAHA cheka.)

Love, Andie

[yadavjaipal]

Experience Lasting Relief with Harjod pain relief oil

Knee pain is often viewed as merely one of the miseries of aging, but it doesn't have to be so. Chronic knee pain is a very common symptom and has a crucial effect on the patient's physical, mental, and economic state.

Knee pain can have various causes and affect people of all ages. The common causes of knee pain include osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, knee injuries, tendonitis, bursitis, gout, obesity, strain, and accidents and injuries

Medics and patients are always in search of an effective analgesic and a curable remedy for knee pain that can be locally applied. A therapeutic measure should be holistic, rather than just symptomatic treatment or popping some painkillers.

Ayurvedic Pain Relief Oil for Joint Pain

Ayurveda offers a holistic approach to healing bone and joint pain.

Ayurveda believes that health problems arise when there is an imbalance in the body's three fundamental energies, known as doshas: Vata, Pitta, and Kapha.

Ayurvedic medicine aims to restore the balance of the doshas through various approaches, including lifestyle modifications, diet, herbal remedies, detoxification, massage, meditation, and yoga.

Ayurvedic pain relief oils are the best medicine for knee and joint pain in old age.

Advantages of Ayurvedic Oils for Joint Pain

Ayurvedic pain relief oils assist in quicker relief from joint aches, inflammation, stiffness, and muscle pain.

The toxins or ama deposits in the joints result in pain and stiffness. Ayurvedic pain relief oils eliminate those toxins and impurities from the body.

Massage improves blood circulation in the body, especially in the areas of stiffness, pain, and inflammation.

Ayurvedic oil massage is the best medicine for knee pain as it heals tissues, cells, muscles, bones, and joints.

It also assists in burning fat and sheds excess weight.

Ayurvedic Oils are formulated using natural ingredients and extracts following the ancient principles of Ayurveda.

Harjod Pain Relief Oil - The best medicine for knee pain

Harjod Pain relief oil is made from a combination of herbs that assist in relieving bone and joint pain. It is effective in neck pain, shoulder and back, and knee pain. It is equally beneficial for sprains, and chronic joint pain. The blend of herbs like Hadjod, Rasot, Nirgundi, Arand, Ashwagandha, and Dhak along with several other powerful herbs helps in alleviating inflammation and pain in your body.

Harjod pain relief oil becomes more effective when used in combination with Harjod Arkdhara.

Arkdhara is a classical method of healing ailing muscles and bones. A warm stream of herbal decoction is poured over the painful areas. This opens up the pores of the skin and helps in the easy absorption of oil deep into muscles and joints. Harjod Arkdhara therapy is prepared with ayurvedic herbs like Ashwagandha, Kalmegh, Dhak, Vidhara, Palash, Piplamool, Pashanbhed, and several others.

One of the ingredients of Harjod oil, Vanshlochan is a rare species of bamboo. It provides flexibility and strength to the knee joints. Harjod Pain Relief Oil reinstates blood flow, lessens inflammation and swelling, and stimulates the recalcification of bones.

Adopting a healthy lifestyle, including a balanced diet, regular exercise, and proper rest, can complement the effectiveness of these medicines.

Why go for any other chemical-based therapy when nature offers its healing touch in the form of Ayurveda?

Ayurvedic Pain relief oils have been there for eons and will continue to effectively cure in the time to come.

Reference: https://www.harjod.com/blog/experience-lasting-relief.php

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Exploring the Benefits of Individual Psychotherapy and Health Counseling

In today's fast-paced and demanding world, it is not uncommon for individuals to feel overwhelmed, stressed, or burdened by life's challenges. Whether grappling with personal issues, family conflicts, or health concerns, seeking professional support can be a transformative step toward finding balance and healing. Lynn's Center for Family Counseling, a renowned health counseling center, offers a holistic approach to wellness through individual psychotherapy and health counseling services. Let's delve into the benefits of these services and how they can positively impact lives.

Unlocking Personal growth: Individual-specified psychotherapy is a confidential and safe space where individuals can discuss their emotions, thoughts, and experiences with a trained therapist. Through meaningful conversations and evidence-based techniques, psychotherapy helps people gain insight into their behaviors and patterns, facilitating personal growth and self-awareness. Whether dealing with anxiety, depression, trauma, or relationship issues, the therapeutic process empowers individuals to develop coping mechanisms, build resilience, and make positive changes in their lives.

Nurturing Physical and Emotional Well-being: The health counseling center in Lynn recognizes the importance of the mind-body connection in achieving overall well-being. Health counseling focuses on promoting healthy habits, disease prevention, and lifestyle adjustments to support both physical and emotional health. Certified health counselors work with clients to create personalized wellness plans, incorporating nutrition, exercise, stress management, and other wellness practices. By nurturing physical and emotional well-being, health counseling aims to enhance the quality of life and increase overall happiness.

Lynn's Center for Family Counseling offers a range of services, including individual psychotherapy, health counseling, and family counseling, providing a holistic approach to wellness. Through compassionate support, professional guidance, and evidence-based practices, the Center empowers individuals and families to overcome challenges, nurture their well-being, and achieve personal growth. Taking that first step towards seeking help may be the key to unlocking a happier, healthier, and more harmonious life. If you are looking for a center for family counseling, you can approach Get AEON Help. EON recognizes the importance of establishing a secure and nurturing environment for women to come together, exchange their stories, and uplift each other.

Reach the website to learn more: https://getaeonhelp.com/

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Solid Tumor Testing Market Research Report, Growth, Analysis and Forecast 2028

Global Solid Tumor Testing Market, By Type (Conventional Testing, Non-Conventional Testing), Cancer Type (Breast Cancer, Lung Cancer, Colorectal Cancer, Prostate Cancer, Cervical Cancer), Application (Clinical, Research), Country (U.S., Canada, Mexico, Germany, Italy, U.K., France, Spain, Netherland, Belgium, Switzerland, Turkey, Russia, Rest of Europe, Japan, China, India, South Korea, Australia, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, Philippines, Rest of Asia-Pacific, Brazil, Argentina, Rest of South America, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, UAE, Egypt, Israel, Rest of Middle East & Africa) Industry Trends and Forecast to 2028

The consistent Solid Tumor Testing market report analyzes many points that help businesses to solve the toughest questions in less time. The major topics of this business report are global growth trends, market share by manufacturers, market size by type, market size by application, production by region, consumption by region, company profiles, market forecast, value chain and sales channels analysis, opportunities & challenges, threat and affecting factors. The report gives market definition in the form of market driving factors and market restraints which helps estimating the demand of particular product depending on several aspects. Solid Tumor Testing market survey report studies the global market status and forecast, categorizes the global market size, market value & market volume by key players, type, application, and region.

Key Players

The major players covered in the solid tumor testing market report are BiovewInc, Aviva Biosciences, Laboratory Corporation of American Holdings (LabCorp), A&G Pharmaceutical, AffymetrixInc, Precision Therapeutics, ThermoFisher Scientific, Siemens, Menarini Silicon Biosystems, Myriad Genetics, Qiagen, Roche, Diadx, EONE- Diagnostics, Genome center, Exosome Sciences, iCellate Medical, Inivata, IV Diagnostics, LCM Genec, Celsee Diagnostics, Gen-Probe Inc, Digene, Quest Diagnostic Inc, and Cancer Genetics Inc, among other domestic and global players. Market share data is available for global, North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific (APAC), Middle East and Africa (MEA) and South America separately. DBMR analysts understand competitive strengths and provide competitive analysis for each competitor separately.

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One of the principal objectives of a high-ranking Solid Tumor Testing industry report is to analyze and study the global sales, value, status, and forecast. The market report also analyzes the global and key regions market potential and advantage, opportunity and challenge, restraints and risks. The report assists to define, describe and forecast the market by type, application and region. It estimates the region that is foretold to create the most number of opportunities in the global Solid Tumor Testing market. This market research report comprises of estimations of CAGR values which are quite significant and aids businesses to decide upon the investment value over the time period. An insightful Solid Tumor Testing market report assists clients to stay ahead of the time and competition.

Key questions answered in the report:

Which product segment will grab a lion’s share?

Which regional market will emerge as a frontrunner in coming years?

Which application segment will grow at a robust rate?

Report provides insights on the following pointers:

Market Penetration: Comprehensive information on the product portfolios of the top players in the Solid Tumor Testing Market.

Product Development/Innovation: Detailed insights on the upcoming technologies, R&D activities, and product launches in the market.

Competitive Assessment: In-depth assessment of the market strategies, geographic and business segments of the leading players in the market.

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Part 02: Scope Of The Report

Part 03:  Global Market

Part 04: Global Market Sizing

Part 05: Global Market Segmentation By Product

Part 06: Five Forces Analysis

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Calligraphy is beauty beyond mere writing

In a world that screams for your attention, where we are increasingly expecting instant gratification and cannot wait for anything at all, calligraphy hones our concentration, focus, and patience. It can be very calming to sit down with a pot of tea, your favorite music, your Penkraft nibs and ink, and just fill pages and pages with letters. The personal connection to the materials and the haptic effect is very fulfilling. When you practice, you don’t have to achieve something particular, you’re just there in the moment, and that’s good how it is.

Apart from saying “I really want to learn calligraphy, it sounds fun” here are a few reasons to get you motivated.

1. Quicker way of Thinking

Embracing the art of drawing the letterform by hand enacts a particular way of thinking unique to using the hand! Milton Glaser used to say that he couldn’t think without a pencil. With a pencil or pen, you can design a quick sketch of a customized word mark in less than a minute.

2. Calligraphy Helps You Slow Down and Think

As many calligraphers would put it – calligraphy isn’t like regular handwriting. You don’t blitz through it like a doctor would, or like when you’re trying to finish up that final sentence in your essay before time’s up. Calligraphy requires you to slow down and observe every single letter form you create. Some people say calligraphy is an art. We say, calligraphy is drawing with letters.

3. Keeps you connected with the roots

Thousands of years ago, cavemen scratched crude drawings and symbols on walls with stones. For eons, the cumulative history and culture of mankind has been passed down through writings and stories. Yes, some were told orally down the ages, but by and large, history is recorded by paper and ink, persisting through the years. Like it or not, even with the growth of technology, we will always have very distinct roots in the pen and pencil, and you know what? Some things, like traditions and culture, are worth preserving.

4. Calligraphy and Writing can be Therapeutic

Studies have shown that writing, and by extension calligraphy, has a positive psychological effect on the writer. Especially in the cases of patients suffering from life-threatening or terminal illnesses, people struggling with psychological problems or even just stressed out people.

5. Calligraphy is Beautiful

All of us appreciate art in many ways. Whether it’s in the form of Picasso paintings, David Beckham taking a free kick, a blood-red sky as the sun sets over the horizon, or calligraphy. A large majority of society, while they may not have a personal interest in calligraphy, can appreciate it as an art form. There’s no need to seek out a hobby simply because of societal approval, but if you have an interest in it, well, what are you waiting for? You too, can create beautiful calligraphy.

Penkraft conducts classes, course, online courses, live courses, workshops, teachers’ training & online teachers’ training in Handwriting Improvement, Calligraphy, Abacus Maths, Vedic Maths, Phonics and various Craft & Artforms — Madhubani, Mandala, Warli, Gond, Lippan Art, Kalighat, Kalamkari, Pichwai, Cheriyal, Kerala Mural, Pattachitra, Tanjore Painting, One Stroke Painting, Decoupage, Image Transfer, Resin Art, Fluid Art, Alcohol Ink Art, Pop Art, Knife Painting, Scandinavian Art, Water Colors, Coffee Painting, Pencil Shading, Resin Art Advanced etc. at pan-India locations. With our mission to inspire, educate, empower & uplift people through our endeavours, we have trained & operationally supported (and continue to support) 1500+ home-makers to become Penkraft Certified Teachers? in various disciplines.

[johnraida]

Sleep Stories Are Even More Important in Your Adult Life

Stories have always managed to entice people. They are consumed in various ways, either read, narrated, or even heard online, thanks to the number of audible books available now. Stories can also have a positive and calming effect on the mind, especially when it comes to sleep stories. Sleep stories have been around for eons and for a good reason. In this world of relentless working hours and high-stress levels, it's essential to unwind with a good sleep story that's engaging and also relaxes the mind.

1.           Kick back & relax

There’s always been a very high demand for sleep stories to read, and this is due to a whole host of reasons. Stress levels in people have seen a significant increase, especially in a sprawling urban landscape, and stress can lead to the inception of sleep disorders too. A lot of people even experience sleep disturbances after a particularly busy day and sleep stories to read online solve this growing concern. Sleep stories help people unwind and relax and have been proven to have a positive effect on sleep disorders. Sleep stories are almost therapeutic in the sense that it brings a wave of relaxation to the mind.

2.           Calm your racing mind

It's safe to say that people are constantly involved in their thoughts. It can get overwhelming to constantly be thinking of things, but it's also nearly impossible to get rid of these thoughts or even via distractions. Racing thoughts can be a huge mental burden, and online sleep stories make the brain focus on the narrative of the story and are a useful tool in distracting the mind from various racing thoughts. With the advancements in technology and the introduction of various ways to consume media, a lot of people even opt to listen to these bedtime stories.

3.           Develop a healthy routine

The importance of a routine can never be overstated. A routine, in any area of life, always turns out to be great in terms of being efficient and organized. A healthy bedtime routine is vital to keep cortisol levels and heart rates in check and even help maintain a sense of energy and vigor throughout the day. A lot of sleep stories for adults help promote a healthier routine. Whilst music and meditation are also great methods of attaining a healthy routine; sleep stories also work brilliantly in helping people lull to sleep and develop a routine through repetition.

4.           Facilitate cognitive growth

It's important to constantly better ourselves in any way we possibly can. It leads to a positive lifestyle and feels more fulfilling. One aspect of the human body to constantly work on is our cognitive skills. Not just children but even adults experience growth in areas of emotional intelligence and cognition whilst engaging with sleep stories. It's been proven through

countless studies that short bedtime stories improve empathy, linguistic skills, and even applying sense to real-life applications more effectively. Bedtime stories are especially important for children, as it's a vital phase of their lives in terms of overall development, and it's important for children to read or listen to sleep stories to develop their cognitive abilities.

5.           Fall asleep faster

A lot of people are faced with the problem of sleep disturbances or even sleep disorders like insomnia. It's become common to see people complain about how sleep-deprived they are. Not only is it detrimental to our health in the long term, it even affects our daily lives. A healthy amount of sleep is required to be active and energetic throughout the day. Sleep deprivation can even worsen mental health and cause problems like anxiety and depression. Luckily, there are sleep stories for anxiety, too, as proven by the relaxing effect it has on the mind.

Conclusion

Sleep is essential for us. It’s essential for every being and species out there, although it’s only us humans that are seemingly burdened with a lot of stress and running thoughts. Sleep stories tend to have a calming effect on the mind that not a lot of other activities can replicate.

[mmorgonthego]

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He then signed with the independent label eOne Music and released ​Lyrics​ in 2010 and Forever​ in 2013.Ĭoming in December 2020, the smooth-talking lyricist will debut his seventh studio album titled, ​100% FREE​ after not releasing an album for seven years. Jones released ​The Lost Files​, a collection of unreleased songs, in 2009. ​A hits compilation was issued the following year and Jones subsequently parted ways with LaFace. 1 and No.15 on the Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop AlbumsĬhart and Billboard 200, respectively. 3 on the Billboard 200 and went RIAA Gold.Īfter a few years off, Jones returned in 2006 with ​Journey of a Gemini​, which was a huge success. However, the music mastermind has stamped his creativity on projects such as​ My Heart​, being his first album to his platinum-selling sophomore album titled, ​Where I Wanna Be,​ which sold over 1 million copies. In regards to his catalog, Jones has written and produced every album he’s released with an exception of just a few songs. Also making him a sought out musical life and relationship coach, where he naturally brings healing and mental clarity to his audience just by listening to his therapeutic songs and albums.

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The father of six has been using his God-given voice as a vehicle to relay thought-provoking and resonating messages within his songs, whether it’s to speak to people on how to love, get over a breakup, or avoid infidelity Donell has overcome many challenges, which have equipped and transformed him into the mature man he is today. Jones has also produced and written hit songs for Usher “Think of You,” 702 “Get It Together” Drea “Not Gonna Letcha," Jacquees “23,” and he’s recently collaborated with singer, Jon B on a song called “Understand.” Donell has traveled the world doing shows and he’s even gone on tour with Alicia Keys. TLC’s Left Eye,” and “Knocks Me Off My Feet” just to name a few. American Music Award Winner, Donell Jones is a renowned R&B vocalist, an exceptional songwriter, and a master producer.įor over the last 25 years, the multifaceted Chicago native has experienced greatness and adversity during his musical journey as well as he’s been signed to LaFace Records, has had many chart-topping hits, including unforgettable classic ballads that are fan favorites like “Where I Wanna Be,” “You Know What’s Up ft.

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in which y/n hopes to find a loving new home, and faeking!h has a lot of love to give. 

word count: 12k-

pairing: y/n and the Fae King, Harry

warnings: descriptions of a sheep birth (for all the queasy readers, it’s brief)

author’s notes: this was made possible by @moonchildstyles wonder work “athens” (had it not been for that and her I would not have been inspired to write this, and it wouldn’t have come until months from now). i love u linds <333

Y/n woke to the sound of cooing doves startling near her ears,  and the warm feel of sunlight on her bare skin accompanied with a wet snout prodding at her elbow. 

Eyelashes fluttering open, the girl could see beams of sun streaming in through the arching window, motes littering the light that splayed over the stone floors and on the bed where she lay. The branches extending from the tree in the corner of the room had blossomed into a dainty pink flower that oozed a calming scent throughout, and the calming trickle of the stream surrounding the castle soothed her greatly, stroking her eardrums in a therapeutic caressed that stretched all the way down to her thighs, dissolving the sore knots that had formed there from her long walks in the forest. 

She could work with three days, especially if they all started this way. In a dreamy, etheral morning daze that was sure to carry on through the rest of the day.

Beside her was Angus, squealing excitedly now that she rose up from her position, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied groan. 

“Good morning, Angus,” she cooed at the animal, giggling when he sniffed playfully at her chin. He plopped himself on his hind legs, and lifted his chin up to the sky so y/n could see the rolled up parchment that had been strapped on his neck with a thin, flowery vine. “What’s this?” She asked him, and he only tapped her with his hoof. “This is for me?”

The pig only squealed in response and, y/n gently stroked his warm back before untucking the paper from its place, and breaking the vine with her finger-nail so it wasn’t wrapped uncomfortably around his neck. It fell on the bed, and Angus happily bent to eat it. 

She unrolled the paper, and was stunned by the intricate cursive that was embedded into the rich material. Swooping lines of dark ink taking the shape of old-fashioned script. Y/n could imagine that whoever had written it had sat with a cork-topped pot of ink, and a long, sharp quill. 

It read, 

My lady, I’ll be awaiting your presence in the Courts. Agnus will lead the way.

A small giggle bubbled on her tongue and the king’s formal language. She hadn’t quite realized the different timelines their universes’ lived on. Not to mention, it was also a reminder of the ruling government. Harry was a king, and to have him waiting on her was a… very pleasurable feeling. 

Angus nibbled on her thigh again, impatiently urging her as they had somewhere to be. 

“Alright, I’m going! You don’t have to bite me.” Y/n patted the pig’s head once more, and hopped out of the bed, the soft material of her dress feeling like cool water against her skin. Now standing in the morning light, the shape of her calves could be seen through the material, the soft curves of her hips and swell of her breasts a hidden image; teasing in the most innocent way possible.

Agnus leads her out, his head turning to make sure that she was still following him. He led her down the same path the king took her when he showed her to her room, and even though she had seen it all already, the novelty of such a grand castle still hadn’t worn off. The brightness of the new day showered the stone walls with an enchanting gleam. Flowers had blossomed in the cracks, and tendrils of swirling leaves twisted through the arched windows. 

Harry hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night. 

He was overcome with a strange feeling of… deja vu. Even that didn’t begin to cover what he was experiencing. The moment that his eyes had landed on the female mortal that had so foolishly begged for entrance into the Faerie realm, the intense torment of loneliness he had endured for eons had just...sated, almost... relaxing with a sigh of relief. Something inside of him had… shifted. It was something that could only be compared to the righteousness that came with the correct alignment of stars; the balance of nature restored. 

One would think that he’d sleep like a baby because everything that had once felt so wrong was now feeling so right, but no. Not Harry. Harry was amazed and confused and… tentative. All of the many overwhelming emotions barreling in on his immortal body made it impossible to sleep. Instead, he did what he always did when he could not sleep.

He went to the library. 

From dusk till dawn Harry worked himself in the library, sifting through the eons of information that had accumulated to see if he could find anything that explained what in the worlds he was feeling. What had happened. Why a mortal girl had so easily, so pleasantly, been granted access to the fae realm. Why the wings of the newly hatched butterflies had fluttered and gained flight solely for the reason of covering her modesty. Why there was a sudden drop of… warmth* in the people that were known to be so cold. 

Alas, the king found nothing in the volumes he searched through that night. If* there was an answer, he wouldn’t find it that night. Not with the amount there was to search through. His search would simply have to continue after-

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” said y/n. 

His back was turned to her, as he was knelt over a bush of forget-me-nots. “Ah, didn’t I say you were to call me something else?” 

He was dressed in similar robes as the ones from yesterday, except that they were in a lilac shade, and the sleeves cascaded all the way down to his wrists, ending with a white trim. Although his look was more roman god-esque, y/n felt a very 70’s roller rink chic-ness to it. 

“Oh!” Her lips formed a surprised ‘o’, “right. Sorry, Harry.” He then stood up and turned to face her, a soft smile playing on his lips. A cinnamon curl swirled between his eyebrows. 

“That’s right. Good morning to you as well, my lady.” He folded a hand over his abdomen, and bent over in a bow. A king, bowing to her. 

Before she even had time to fluster over his unnecessary actions, he was barreled into by Angus, who had trotted off somewhere to eat his breakfast after leaving her in the tall arch that led to the gardens. 

“And hello to you as well, old friend,” Harry chuckled, and happily scratched behind the pig’s ears, crinkled forming at the corners of his eyes from all the smiling. Y/n noticed that he has a very, very* nice smile and his eyes looked a little less lonely when he allowed himself to grin. Angus snorted happily in his arms, nipping underneath his chin with the same tenderness that he’d used to wake y/n that morning. “Thank you so much for getting our guest to me this morning, I hope you enjoyed your breakfast?” Angus seemed through reply with excessive squirming and licks to his friend’s face. 

Y/n giggled at the interaction. “He really loves you, doesn’t he?” She asked him, smiling warmly. 

“I would surely hope so. Raised him since he was a little piglet, and he’s been my loyal companion since.” He placed a tender kiss on the furry animal’s head. “Angus, my friend, I do believe that is enough love for this morning, do you agree? I have to show our guest around.” With a final scratch, Harry placed Angus on the floor, and clapped his hands together. “Shall we?”

“I would love to.”

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They walked away from the castle and deeper into the gardens. Rows of thornless flowers on an endless field of soft grass that was a similar shade of the king’s irises. In the near distance, a river flowed and curved in a circle around the castle, separating the grounds where the people dwelled from Harry’s residence. Y/n found it odd for the king to live in isolation from his people, and she wondered if perhaps there might be conflict in the seemingly peaceful community. 

Side by side, they strolled in silence, Harry stopping every once in a while when his guest became intrigued by the constantly blooming flowers. He wanted her to take everything in at her own pace, and in that moment, silence seemed appropriate. Between the two of them, no interaction, no conversation, was present- because it was not needed. A comfortable, warm quiet atmosphere disrupted only by the soft swish of her dress and his robes against the blades of grass, the distant trickle of water, and the leisurely chirp of birds in the trees that littered the grounds. 

Eventually, they reached the halfway distance from the river and the castle grounds, where a single stone bench resided amongst a circle of sunflowers that were taller than Harry.  

Y/n gasped, “Those sunflowers are so tall!” She ran to the bench and climbed it so both her feet were planted on the smooth surface instead of her bum. 

Harry was still standing just a few steps behind the circle, hands behind his back as he watched her gawk with an amused smile on his taffy lips. He didn’t tell her that he grew those sunflowers, and tended them without the use of his fae powers, to create a private circle where he came to talk to the moon on the nights where he was most lonely. Sometimes, he would close off the open ends- then using his powers- like curtains, so none of the animals or fae people could watch him as silent tears of anguish slipped from his eyes like liquid silver. 

It was indeed, amusing, that she found joy in something that was used in acts of sadness. 

“I’ve never seen such tall sunflowers before,” she whispered, an awestruck look on her face. “They’re amazing.”

The sunflowers grew an inch at her praise, their heads tilting in her direction, like she was the sun. Their leaves stretched out to tickle her cheeks, and she giggled and squirmed at their actions. She didn’t question that it went against all laws of nature, how everything now had a touch of magic. She didn’t know that the flowers had a special connection with their birthgiver, their planter, and shared the same feelings he did. She didn’t know that they reacted because Harry saw her as his own personal source of light, as his happiness. 

Hells, the king himself didn’t know. But, the bond between the planter and his plants ran deep, and they knew the secrets that ran deep in his heart for they were nature, and Harry and y/n were natural.

“Thank you,” He mused, “I planted them myself. Though, they will grow a mighty ego at your praise.” 

Y/n giggled once more, and the leaves retreated back into the circle, and the sunflowers resumed their previous position. “I love it here,” she said to him. She was careful with her words, and her tone remained soft, dreamy. She didn’t know the king that well yet, and although he looked like the absolute gentleman, she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and test him. 

Harry sensed this, sensed her slight fear, and walked into the circle of sunflowers. He took a seat next to where she stood, and patted the place besides the hem of her robes, signaling for her to sit with him. “Take a seat besides me, m’lady,” he murmured.

Y/n pouted like a child at his formal words, and placed a hand on his shoulder as she sat herself down. She didn’t notice the way he straightened. “If I can’t say Your Majesty, then you can’t call me that, either.” 

No one beyond his mother and the water wraiths he sometimes took to bed had taken the liberty to touch him the way she did. A casual gesture, very nonchalant, and it held no underlying motive to it. She didn’t want to get into bed with him with provoking touches, and she didn’t want to get into a king’s good graces with friendly gestures either. She simply wanted to get down and not topple over. 

“Do you not like the term?” He wants to caress the side of her face, brush that single strand of hair off of her shoulder so it lays on her back. Everything and anything tender, and it is strange. Instead, he settled for placing his hands in his lap. Awkwardly. He was all around rigid and tense. 

Y/n, however, does not see to notice this, and she bumps her shoulder against his playfully. “Do you not like when I call you Your Majesty?”

All too quickly, he said, “No, I do not.”

The light air around her goes stale, and she goes stiff like him, too. A crimson shade blooms on her neck. “Oh… well… I just… didn’t want you to call me something formal if I couldn’t call you something formal.” That’s what she gets for trying to play with a king. 

“Very well. Then I shall not repeat it.” He cleared his throat. “I digress. Love, the fae realm is not what it seems.”

She tilted her head, confused. Harry continued, “Every living being residing in these lands will attempt to trick you into turning your life over to them, and my-”

“Harry, are you trying to change my mind?”

“No. I am simply trying to warn you of the dangers you will have to face every day if you decide to live here.” He was scared for her, and anxious over… something that he couldn’t put a finger on yet. The thought of her in danger roused an emotion in him that he could not name. 

“I know the dangers. Frankly, I would rather face them than going back…” There is a moment of hesitation. She is unsure what to name where she came from. It certainly was not home. 

“Was the human realm really so terrible to you?” Harry asked. He himself had only been there once, during a time when a woman by the name of Stevie Nicks had accidentally summoned him during a wiccan ritual. Had it been any other creature, Harry imagined it might have been much worse. But the woman was young, beautiful and kind. She offered Harry hospitality and apologized profusely for her mistake. She had a lovely voice, too. 

“Yes. And I really do not want to go back. When I said that by going back I would die, I meant it. Whether it’s the world that gets to me or…”

“Or what?” The king swallowed. He had a feeling that he knew what she was getting at, and the thought of her doing such a thing...

“Or my own hand.” She stared down at the dewy blades of grass, kicking up her feet so her toes slid from underneath the draping white fabric of her dress. 

Silence and nature yelled. Harry was at a loss for words at her admission. Could she possibly be in so much pain? Would she bring that fate onto herself? He was heartbroken that y/n- who had been nothing but smiles and admiration- could do something so dark and evil to an energy he saw as bright and innocent. He couldn’t- wouldn’t let her do that, whether she went back to the human realm or not. 

“I promise you, you will not meet such an end, dearest y/n.” And if there was one thing the Fae honoured, it was a promise; a bargain. 

Y/n only smiled at him sadly, as if she was merely humoring his attempts at keeping her from herself. Though, she admired the way he was so sure of himself, how he was so quickly willing to help her. It was remarkable how she had found friends in such little time; Angus and Harry. 

“Now,” he clapped his hands together rather abruptly, startling her and causing her to jolt upright from her sad slump. “Let’s bring an end to this somber talk, yes? How about I start showing you around, rather than just sit here?” 

“I’d like that.” She said. “Where will you take me?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and extended his hand to her; an open palm, an invitation. The sunflowers around them shivered and grew another inch when she finally took his hand, and new stems shrouded from the dirt when the two shared a look. It was almost like… like an entire universe bloomed when their irises locked together, a supernova exploding in their chests in unity.

Neither of them reacted with more than a happy exhale. 

Harry led them out the other end of the sunflower ring, directly towards the river and all the while they still held hands. For Harry, it was the most intimate kind of touch he has ever experienced in the centuries that he’s been alive. He’s never had a serious platonic or non-platonic relationship with anyone other than… well, no one. The male and female beings he often took to bed to experience warmth never gave back the pleasure he offered; never stayed the night, and never caressed him back; never reciprocated the… love. It was highly embarrassing that no one respected him enough to even pretend to care or reflect his emotions in the most intimate setting, but that’s just the way it was (not to mention the fact that Harry started bedding others at the ripe age of one hundred because he wanted to learn how to be an adept lover, and the creatures that would be closely titles 'prostitutes’ in the human realm taught him well. For their own pleasure.)

For y/n, it was the most intimate kind of touch she had ever received from anyone of the opposite since ever. She’d been a neglected child, and the boys at school never felt she was adequate enough for their standards. Sure, there had been catcalls in the streets or in the bars she frequented, but those weren’t the kind of affections she wanted to give back. 

It was safe to say that the experience was electrifying for the both of them. Y/n couldn’t help but feel like a giddy school girl that had just received her first love note in her locker, and Harry wondered what kind of magic this human girl could possibly have that made tingles spread from where their palms connected all the way to his shoulder blade. Maybe, she was throwing a glamour over herself so that she appeared more beautiful than she looked, and was practicing wiccan love spells like that Nicks girl a few decades back… no. Who was he kidding. She was an innocent human girl. A beautiful human girl who had no idea of the effect she had on his ethereal existence. 

The closer they got to the river the taller the grass became and the easier it was to see the creatures that lived within it. A swan and her ducklings meandered down the stream, tadpoles and sparkling fish swam in the crystalline water. On the other side of the moving water, deer, rabbits, and squirrels scurried amongst the various shrubs and trees. It was like something out of a fairy tale book, but even then that comparison was weak. 

She slowed her steps as they reached the edge of the bank, just before her toes dipped into the water because… well, they weren’t prepared to go into the water. Harry seemed to have other plans; he only tugged her further, and did not pause like she did. 

His feet, however, did not dip into the water because the grass and dirt extended beneath their feet, lurching forward in an arch over the water to create a bridge for them to walk across. 

Astonished, she gasped, “Did you do that?” She held onto the large hand that was warm against hers and relied on it to guide her because she was too busy looking down at the bridge. 

“No, I didn’t. The ground did that itself,” he said. And it was true. The ground and nature loved him, and the amount of his magic he spent on it was minimal. 

Y/n was too surprised to say anything else. The bridge dispersed once they stepped back onto firm ground, and y/n let Harry lead their stroll on the other side. She realized that they were now in the non-isolated part of the Fae realm, which meant that any creature could pounce at them like how she experienced when she first arrived. That made her nervous. 

“The ground is- oh, hello!” 

She was about to make a comment regarding the earth’s self awareness, but something nipped at the hand that wasn’t holding Harry’s. Looking down, she sees a lamb licking and sniffing at the tips of her fingers. It was shaky on its legs, and it’s nose was a tiny pink triangle on the snow white wool of its face. The lamb jumped back when she opened her palm towards the sky so it could continue smelling. 

“It is not very nice to bite our guests, lovie.” Still holding onto her hand, he crouched down to meet the lamb and reached out to caress it’s back. “Where is your mother, little one?” 

“It’s not scared of you,” y/n noted. In fact, the lamb leaned into his touch, and similar to the upturning of Angus’ mouth, this lamb’s own lips seemed to smile. 

He shaked his head, “no, I would think not since I aided her mother during her delivery,” he gently squeezed her hand in reassurance that her actions weren’t harmful. “However, they are naturally skittish creatures.” 

The lamb’s mother skips out from behind a brush, preening for her kid to come back from any danger she might be in, until she notices that the only danger is Harry, and really he isn’t any danger. So, she quiets and scurries to his side to receive tender caresses. 

“Well, hello,” he said to her. “It’s been a long time since I have last come to see you, isn’t it? I have brought someone to meet the rest of you today,” the sheep bleated, “Oh she is no harm, I assure you.”

They seemed to understand each other, almost like they were having a conversation. It was intriguing, “You understand her?”

“Yes. As Fae King I am given certain abilities upon crowning day. One of those being the understating of all languages, and this includes all living creatures.” 

“I see.” A shiver runs through her when his thumb strokes the back of her hand. Her toes curl in the glass. It was an intimate touch.

Harry licks his bottom lick. “Would you like to meet the rest of them?”

She’s assuming that he meant the rest of the lambs and sheeps, but the sun-lit glitter of green in his eyes hypnotized her. He was a drink of spring on the last winter night. “I’d love to.” 

The mother then licked at the ear of her kid, and they trotted off into the same bush. Y/n could see that there was an archway in the brush, and through this they disappeared, even though there was no tunnel following beyond the opening. Like a portal. 

“You’ll have to crawl through m’l- love,” his eyes bounce from hers to their hands, and almost as if it saddens him to do so, he lets go of her hand. “After you.” 

She bends down and follows after the creatures through the tunneled arch. It’s a tight fit, but her size made it manageable. Harry had it worse.

His height and broad shoulders made it uncomfortable for him to get through; he nearly had to get on his forearms so his forehead didn’t smear all over the greenery. The lilac of his robes made it hard for him to move, but if he dragged them- and that meant grass stains on his knees- he could get by just as fast. Y/n, too, was experiencing the same issue but she had paused momentarily to tie to fabric in a knot above her thighs, and Harry… well, Harry was trying really hard not to look because he knew it’d be disrespectful. 

The passage twisted and turned, and it was unclear where they were going because the turns were sharp. The only thing visible ahead was the curved wall of greenery beyond the quaint trotting of the sheep and her child. Eventually, they turned one last time and a series of ‘baa’s greeted them behind a circle of opening light. 

Behind her, Harry chuckled. The heat of his breath spanned across her ankles and the soles of her feet like a blanket. She had not realized he was that close to her. 

Y/n and Harry hadn’t been in the tunnel for more than two minutes, but it was amusing to see him arch his back in a stretch and pointless try and wipe away at the dirt and grass stain on the lilac fabric covering his knees. 

Instantly he was surrounded by a flurry of white clouds that bleated and licked at him. 

“Oh my. Hello- Ladies, please! Ow, Ruby we talked about tha- okay okay,” He was protesting, sure, but he was also laughing. It was the widest Y/n had seen him smile. He was… happy.

There was an sense of home and right to the picture he presented. A gleeful king surrounded by creatures that adored him (there was no doubt why the way they licked at him, and the Angus-like smiles on their faces as they looked up at him). Harry was not isolated here. 

Here. Wherever this here was. 

It was different from the Fae realm. The ground was softer than the dirt that occupied the space between her toes before, and it was a lighter shade of green. The color of Harry’s eyes when the sunlight cut through the iris from the side. It sloped up and down like the valleys of the Fae village, but there were no homes, and it centered around a heart shaped pool of crystalline water. The sky was the closest thing to strange- out all things, this is what y/n found strange- about it all. It was a cotton candy pink color; a solid shade that didn’t suggest a fading of the sun even though there was a white spherical object in the 5’oclock position. 

They- Harry, y/n, and the few lambs that had come to greet him- stood atop one of the crests around the heart-shaped pool. 

“Welcome to the Land of Nurture.” He said, breaking her out of her dream. He held the tiniest- tinier than the one that had nipped at her palm- of the lambs she had seen yet in his arms, and it was asleep. “This is where the woodland creatures come to birth and nurture their young. I spend quite a lot of time here, helping with the births.” 

At the sound of Harry’s voice and it not being directed towards them in praise, the lambs turn to see what- or who is the object of his attention. Many of them are curious to greet the human woman, but a few stick to his side, rubbing back into his loving hands. 

Through that magical bond, Harry caught onto an unusual request. The sheep, they wanted… they wanted y/n to oversee a birth. The ‘midwife’ of the lands spoke to him,

Harry, we’ve never had a woman here before. Let her femininity bless a birth? One will birth tonight, and her hands as much as yours are needed. 

“H-harry?” Harry looks up from the wise sheep at his feet to the anxious voice that calls him name. 

The lambs at y/n’s feet had gotten a hold of the cotton at the hem of her dress with their mouths, and were tugging her, leading her to a place that she didn’t know. The fact that they were leading her away to some unknown destination wasn’t what made her nervous, no. What made her nervous was the fact that they were leading her away and Harry wasn’t with her. She was unprotected. 

She had taken a few steps with the pull of animals. “Harry?”

He was at her side in seconds, the fluffy creatures parting like the sea to allow him to get closer to y/n. “They want to take you to the birthing grounds. There is a lamb that will go into labor soon, and the rest wish for you to be there during the birth. They say they would like your… blessing.”

The lambs, like the sunflowers, knew more than the Fae King did about his feelings. 

Her jaw drops in surprise and her eyebrows furrow. “Wha- me? But what can I do?”  At her hesitation, the lambs still and wait, looking up at their king for his jurisdiction.

The lamb in Harry’s arms nuzzles into the crook of his elbow, and he saddens at the fact that he cannot take y/n’s hand without waking him up (it was the son of one of the feistiest sheep). “Your presence is all they require.” They lock eyes, and immediately her unease is dissolved. There was Harry, and with Harry everything felt… right. He smiles softly at her, his features melting because he felt it, too. 

Remembering that he had a job to do, he looks back down at the awaiting creatures, and says, “Let’s be gentle, yeah, lovies? We’re not going anywhere,” he cooed. 

A chorus of bleats responded, and the babes let go of y/n’s cotton dress. They trot away, their tails flicking and heads turning back to make sure they’re being followed by Harry and his guest, who looks around, amazed at the change of scenery. Slowly, the rosy tone of the sky was melting into a serene shade of red, and the white orb of light was dimming, it’s positions growing smaller, like a light slowly going out. 

“Is that the sun?” She asked. 

Harry laughed, “No. It acts more like a heating lamp, and it fades away to replicate the night, so the animals huddle together for warmth until it… turns back on again. The color of the sky is connected towards menstruation and placenta; blood, a symbol of females and fertility.”

“That’s a beautiful meaning,” she mumbled. The ground on which the lambs walked on was so fresh and healthy-looking, a bright shade of green, that almost looked artificial. “So, is this another… realm?” 

He had to bite on his lip to keep from shouting endearments at her. She was smart, bright, curious, and Harry loved the way that she was right on track, a few steps behind, but she understood. “I suppose you could call it that. Although, it is more like a pocket in the Fae realm, a singular realm on itself entirely. It is a space where mother’s can come to have their children safely. This pocket belongs to the sheep. There are others for other animals, and even one for the Fae.”

“Do… Do other Fae come here?”

He shook his head. “No. No, they are not trusted.” Even he, at first try, was not trusted. It took him three days of sitting underneath a large oak tree, watching and letting the sheep sniff him, in order to let him pet them. Another two months for them to let him through. Why Harry wanted to become a part of their society, Harry himself could not tell you, but in reality, he yearned for their tenderness. He watched the way the animals loved each other, and deep down, he wanted their affection, too, because it wasn't something he was getting from his people. 

“And they trust you?” They were beginning to descend the hill, when two large rectangular rocks spaced about ten-feet away from each other sprouted from the ground without so much as a rumble. The animals thought nothing of this, and walked right through the space between the rocks, the image of the grassy land rippling as if a drop of water had just hit a pond’s surface. Another portal.

Y/n is only slightly fazed, and the halt in her step lasts a second. If Harry is going through it, then she would, too.

“Yes. It took me months to get them to trust me, but I would do it all over again for their company.” 

Their company? Harry was a king and he was looking for company among animals? 

“Prepare for warmth when we pass those stones,” he said, “The cave replicates the coziness of a womb to make it easier for a newborn to transition to the world.” At this point the lamb in his arms stirred and began to bleat in his arms, to which Harry shushed quietly and patted to silence. 

Y/n subtly crept closer to Harry, the head of the lamb that laid on the bend of his elbow brushed against her arm. Walking between the stone walls was similar to the time she walked through the portal; the similar consuming sensation, only it was accompanied by immense heat, almost suffocating. Not the type that made you sweat, but the kind that put you to sleep. A blanket of warmth, just like he had described. A dull, but concentrated, heat rolled over her skin like a fitted membrane. It was comforting and hazy.

Upon first walking in she was more focused on the feeling than her surroundings. She shut her eyes and took a waking breather before opening them and noticing that, again, just like Harry said, they were in a cave. The walls were a vein-y, papery texture- like when you shine a flashlight through a chicken’s egg and can see the embryo in a shadowy red silhouette. Lambs were sleeping in curled piles on top of each other so they looked like tufts of cotton clouds. There was a crackling fire in the middle of the large cavern that added to the source of heat, and the brightness of the papery walls suggested that there was a light source coming from the outside. 

A nervous ‘baa’ called out to Harry. In the far corner there was an isolated circle of space where a sheep lay on her side, her legs stiff in pain. The only ram present was next to her, nudging his horns against her womb (not in aggression, but in concern). He must’ve been her mate.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re almost there,” Harry cooed. He put down the lamb he held in his arms into the pile of nestled clouds. “Go, on. Keep pushing, you can do it.” He’s quick to kneel at the sheep’s side, and rub down her belly in encouraging strokes. The female gives another strangled cry when Harry looks up at a horrified y/n. “Come, my dear. It’s all right.” He said, summoning her with an outstretched hand. 

“I know I’m supposed to be helping, b-but it really looks like she’s in pain,” her voice is wobbly, and she’s fidgety, not knowing what to do with herself. It’s a relief when Harry offers physical touch, almost like he knew that it put out whatever fire of anxiety burned in her heart. She took his hand and knelt besides him. 

He nodded. “She is experiencing labor, and with that comes the pain.” The sheep’s lower half contracted, and her legs stiffened, a pained bleat escaping her. “Being a mother is not an easy task, from the start.” With a soothing hand, Harry patted her belly softly. A sheen of sweat settled on his forehead, his eyes darting, assessing the animal’s pain. 

“What can I do to help?” Her hand grew sweaty in Harry’s grip, and she was worried that he would grow repulsed and let go, but he only squeezed reassuringly. There was a moment of silence, even the mother sheep took a break from labor pains and took deep breaths. 

“Nothing, yet. Your presence itself is calming. If there are issues during the labor, then we step in. Otherwise, we are only to oversee and let nature take its course.” 

Y/n nodded, and that was it for speaking until the sheep began to cry out again. Harry didn’t say anything either. He was too busy trying to comfort, trying to soothe, not at all surprised or disconcerted by the scene playing before him. She wasn’t disgusted or repulsed, but definitely in shock, having never seen such life-altering events. 

“Will she be in pain much longer?” She squeaked out. The ram besides the sheep was growing restless, huffing through his nose and stomping his hoof. The mother’s legs curled forward again, and something- the lamb or the placenta- became visible. 

“Your baby is almost here, love, keep going- not much longer. She is a brave being. Her last birth did not even last a three hours, but this one seems to be going by quick. Her time between contract- oh, I know it hurts, c’mon, keep pushing,” Harry looked up at y/n and smiled, “Her time between contractions is short.”

Y/n bobbed her jumbled head. It was safe to say that the girl was very confused. Confused and shocked, and at a loss because she knew absolutely nothing about what to do in this situation. So, she sat still with her hand in Harry’s and stayed quiet, listening to Harry murmur to the mammal in labor.  For how long she sat there, who knew, but everything past her ankles lost feeling, and the back of her neck grew damp. Although Harry told her that the mother sheep would be fierce through this experience, she was slightly hopeless in the fact that she couldn't further help the animal. Her mate- the sheep’s- was too. 

It wasn’t until there was the sound of water spilling, and the thump of something hitting the floor accompanied by several rounds of excited bleats from not just the ram, but the surrounding animals as well. They were celebrating the birth of-

“Look at you, you did it!” Harry joined in on their celebration, and y/n- still very… still very out of it- looked up to catch the most breathtaking expression on his face. Awestruck, amazed, bewildered, did not even begin to cover what was playing out on his features. There were crinkles on the edges of his gleaming, green eyes, and a breathless smile on his lips. He was so absorbed in the act of new life, that he didn’t notice the extra attention he was receiving from the person sitting next to him. Her expression nearly mirrored his, captivated by the complete consumption of himself he allowed. It was not hard to tell that every bit of his soul was consumed by what’s playing out. 

Harry extended his unoccupied hand towards the yelping baby lamb, a golden drop of light appearing on his palm and it floated towards the damp head of the newborn, spreading all over it’s- the lamb hadn’t been sexed yet- body like a sheet. The mother stopped her licking to allow this to happen. 

“What- what is that?” y/n asked. She knew that whatever was happening was not a bad thing because the source was Harry himself, but she wanted to know. 

He looked at her then, the bewilderment and drop of his guard slowly disappearing. “It is my gift. A drop of good luck.” The glow of the fire licked his jaw a warm shade.

“A gift?” Again, she was at a loss. 

“Yes.” He said it like it was obvious, and she became slightly embarrassed. Should she have.. brought something to this? She didn’t have anything to give, but still. “As a token of my gratitude.”

Gratitude… gratitude…

Suddenly, an idea came to her, and she thought of the one way she could give.

Y/n got up from her knees and leaned across Harry’s bent thighs, reaching out to smooth over damp ears (much to Harry’s loss, this mean that she had to let go of his hand). The lamb arched into her touch, and she pressed forward to kiss the place where the golden drop made contact on it’s head. 

Harry watched this, amazed that his guest had taken such initiative, and flustered because in the process, the white cotton fabric of the cloth that he had so tenderly manifested around her body had crawled up the skin of her thighs. Resting just below the curve of her bum, on top of tempting skin that Harry wished- gods, he wished they could reach that mutual understanding, that mutual agreement that didn’t require hesitation on his part if he wanted to caress her. Or, even though they were present in front of only delicate and graceful creatures, adjust her clothing to protect her modesty. What was wrong with him?

“Aren’t you a cutie?” She cooed. After a few more pats, she leaned back with a content sigh, using Harry’s thigh to push herself upright. “I’ve given my gift as well.”

“He’ll never forget it.”

“He? He’s a he?”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, he is his father’s first male descendant, and the future leader of the herd.” 

“Does he have a name?” 

“No. The sheep do not identify themselves in that sort of way. The call out to their souls.” He said. The ram walked in to harry, and bowed his head without aggression. A thank you. Harry did the same, and touched his forehead onto the ram’s horns. 

Y/n realized that it wasn’t a thank you. It was a...a moment of communication. What went on, what occurred, that was unknown to her. But the gesture between leader to leader was clear.

Harry’s knuckles supported his weight, and his biceps flexed as he leaned forward. Chocolate curls flopped over morrocan sand horns. It was a touching view. 

When the ram retreated, Harry looked on in silence at the budding family for a moment before he said, “I believe that now is the time we must go.” 

Y/n nodded. “Okay,” she said. Harry stood up, and again he offered her his hand. He did not let go when she stood up on her two feet and was steady, and neither did she. The two were content to hold the other’s hand as they sidestepped sleeping piles of sheep and lambs to eventually reach the egg-shell wall. The king knew the stop which to walk through, and led them right through.

Outside, the light had dimmed noticeably, and the sky was a deep, blood-red. 

“Is it nighttime?” asked y/n.

“For the lambs, yes. In my realm,” a smile quirked on his lips, “no.”

Y/n looked for the shrub tunnel at the top of the hill which they came through, but it was gone. The only thing visible in their ascend to the crest was the grass clearing in harsh contrast with the bloody sky. All of the sheep were gone into the cave, and an eerie silence misted across the grounds. Not even the lapping of the heart-shaped pool; the water was still. 

“Where’s the portal?” she said. 

Amused at her labeling for the entryway, Harry chuckled quietly. “It is not a portal, love. Merely a door that chooses to show itself only sometimes. Besides, I have other means of travel.” He pulled her close from an ounce of courage that had rooted in his ribcage. A strong arm around her waist; iron security. 

Y/n let out a surprised yelp, and stabilized herself with a hand on his bicep. To a human it would look like they were getting ready to dance. With their faces millimeters apart, she wanted nothing but for him to kiss her. Hold her like he was already doing, and never let her go. He was absolutely delicious. From how close she was to him- her front lining up with his side- she could see the pointed tips of his ears for the first time. The one characteristic that set him apart from being human. 

She was unable to help it. The urge to touch was too strong. In fact, there was a lot she wanted to touch so technically she was holding off on a lot. He was looking at her as she slid her hand up his bicep, leaving goosebumps behind, and delicately reached out a single finger towards the tip of his ear. 

Harry held his breath, a scalding heat trailing the path her skin left. In that moment, when every inch of his celestial self was hyper focused on her, he was convinced that there was more to the situation than he was aware of. It simply was not possible that she held no magic in her arsenal, and that she was not possessing him. 

“I’d never seen these before.” Her voice was a whisper, because she knew that it would crack under extreme stress if she tried to speak at a normal level. Being that close to him, touching him, and the way that he looked at her… it made her weak in the knees. 

“Do you like them?” Harry’s tone of voice imitated hers, his chin dipped. The tip of his nose ghosted over her forehead. His breath smelled like mint leaves. 

A shiver raked down y/n’s spine at the same pace that his breath smoked over her face. She nodded. She did like them. Very much. 

“Good.” He nodded his head, as if convincing himself that she did like them. His voice dropped again, and the only reason why she could hear what he was saying was because they were standing so close to one another. “Close your eyes for me, darling.”

 This was it. He’s going to kiss me, she thought to herself. Her eyes fluttered closed upon his instruction, and her head tipped back just the slightest bit. Taught, likes the strings on a violin is what she was, waiting to be plucked and played by Harry and his fingers.

But… that kiss never came. 

Y/n’s lips parted and her body came to rest completely onto Harry’s side, but she never felt her lips on his. Instead, the ground disappeared beneath her feet and her hair lifted from her back. She kept her eyes closed, waiting, until-

“You can open them now,” he said. He watched y/n’s eyebrows furrow, and her lips dip downwards. Her dissatisfaction was clear on her face, and even though she knew exactly what she yearned for because it was the exact same thing that he wished for as well, he didn’t make any advances. Instead, he took his thumb and smoothed over the center of her eyebrows to make the wrinkles go away.  “Don’t look so distraught, beloved. Come, come, open your eyes.”

Embarrassment, anger, sadness, disappointment, all wrapped up in one and presented to her in a box with a pretty red bow; deception. She really thought that he was going to kiss her. 

Dejected, y/n opened her eyes and immediately turned to look towards the side to avoid meeting his gaze. She wasn’t sure she wanted to attempt to read further into the situation and receive incorrect signals. They were back in the ring of tall sunflowers, besides the stone bench, though this time their petals were closed as if they were still budding blossoms, arching high towards the glittering stars in the night sky.  

She stepped away from him, and for a moment they stood there awkwardly. Y/n toed the ground, and Harry stood still. The only thing moving on his figure was the soft lilac ripples in the wind. Eons of life had taught him how to be still at times of boredom. 

He cleared his throat, and tried to strike a conversation again. “Time travels differently in the Land of Nurture, which is why I was unsure to say whether it was nightfall here.” He cleared his throat once more, “I suppose that-”

“I’m tired.” A cricket chirped somewhere in the grass. Y/n had no remorse for interrupting him. She needed to remove herself from the situation. Sleep on it, maybe. 

Had she been looking at him, she would’ve immediately kicked herself for cursing the fallen look on his face. “Of course. I’ll walk you back inside.” 

The night call of nature serenaded their stale parade through the garden. And through the halls of the castle. The bottom of her feet grew cold for the first time in the entirety of her visit in the Fae realm. When he stopped at the arch of her doorway, y/n wanted nothing more than to curl under the covers, but she knew it would be rude to bolt for a bed the king provided for her while he was standing right there, no matter her feelings. 

“I would… uhm,” he swallowed, and the harsh rasp of his voice diminished. “I would sleep soundly if I knew that you were going to bed with fresh clothing. I know that you cannot eat, and there are no bathing quarters in this room, so let me… uhm,” a pink tint blossoms on the apples of his cheeks. “Will you allow me to provide new clothes for you?”

Y/n was stunned. There was underlying symbolism to his request, this she knew. How, despite everything he was willing to make sure that she was comfortable. How he cared for a stranger he could obliterate with a flick of his wrist if he wanted to. 

He was getting flustered. His hands were behind his back, but by the way that his biceps moved it was clear that he was nervously fiddling his fingers. “I’ll take you somewhere to wash up tomorrow, but for now, clean clothes is the best I can-” 

“I’d like that,” she nodded slowly, sucking her lips into her mouth. It was her turn to feel awkward, as she stood there silently with her eyes bouncing from his, to the floor, to him, to the ceiling, to him... and he did the same.

“Stand on the pedestal for me?” He asked. 

“Okay.” She moved further into the room, and climbed up to the step. The coldness of her skin was eradicated by a heat eminating from the wood. It made her shoulders sag and her eyes shut in pleasure. It was a good feeling. 

Y/n didn’t question whether Harry would bare her naked by stripping her at the first go, but a tickling feeling of lace wrapping around and underneath her breasts told her that he would place pretty little underthings before manifesting new fabric onto her body. She was staring down at the floor, flustered because it felt as if his fingers were the one’s dressing her. 

And she was right. Soon after the feeling of feathers on her skin stopped, the white milkmaid’s dress with grass stains vanished into thin air, leaving her only in lacy pink underwear that so delicately wrapped around the curves of her breasts and the swell of her mound. They were just barely transparent, and the swirl of her areolas were a ghosting tease underneath the material. 

In a brief second, she realized she was exposed to Harry, and her head snapped up to meet his. A strange, lonely king that was looking at her- a human in a land of immortals- expectantly. “Would you like something different?”

Dazedly, she shook her head, “no. These are pretty.”

Harry’s mouth went dry, but he kept his eyes on hers. He wouldn’t look down. Not yet. He dressed her in a dress that was in similar fashion to the one before. Light, airy, and loose on her body, and in a light blue shade. The straps were thin strings on her shoulders, and pooled on the floor so her feet disappeared.

Y/n stepped down from the stump, her feet on the cold floor again. “I am most appreciative,” she whispered. Her eyes nervously dropped from his again, and he sighed in defeat.

Harry shook his head. “You can say, thank you, you know. I won’t hurt you.”

“Thank you. They’ve lovely.” A yawn ate up the last bit of her sentence.

“You should rest. We have a short walk tomorrow.” He started to walk back out the doorway, but stopped just before he turned the corner. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

She went to sleep that night thinking of the warmth that emitted from his hand against her palm, of the way his lips curled into a smile, of the way that he allowed himself to become so wholly absorbed by what was going on around him. The sticky feeling of embarrassment tried to snake in on the picture she was trying to paint to lull herself to sleep, but y/n pushed it away. 

She went to sleep that night thinking of the Fae king. 

The area where her feet lay at the end of the bed was particularly warm all through the night. 

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The next morning was equally as glorious as the one from before, only that this time her stomach and foul mood stained the innocent sunbeams that casted across her sheets. 

After nearly a day and a half of not eating, her stomach was beginning to ache. During times when money was tight, y/n wouldn’t eat and drink only water. This was similar to that, but… she had no water. She couldn’t eat or drink because Harry wouldn’t let her. If it was up to her, she would’ve helped herself to a full course meal at breakfast because she loved food, but alas, the king wouldn’t budge. 

Angus was there again, with another note. He smelled like corn. It read,

Good morning, beloved. I will be waiting with the sunflowers for you when you are ready. 

Beloved. Y/n smiled down at the piece of paper, the swirls of ink on paper enticing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Never having ever experienced it herself, she heard of the exhilarating feeling that came with the drop of a roller coaster. The tightening of her abdomen was strikingly the same to the description of what that felt like. 

Angus tentatively poked her thigh with his hoof, and the reminder of his presence, y/n dropped the note and scooped the animal into her arms. He squealed and wriggled with happiness. 

“Why hello, handsome. It’s been a while since I last saw you,” She pressed kisses behind his ears, and when she lifted her mouth, Angus rested his head on her shoulder. “Where’d you run off to, hmm?”  

He snorted and lifted his head, his back legs shifting on her thighs and pressing into her skin. It hurt, but she didn’t have it in her heart to say anything. “Should we go see the king now?” 

Another squeal. 

“Yeah, I think so, too. Let’s go.” Y/n set him down on the floor and placed her feet down next to him. The warmth of her soles and the cold floor was a contrast that made her hiss and lift her feet up momentarily. The piglet stopped to look back at her as if concerned, and y/n smiled. “It’s just a little cold, Angus.”

He bobbed his head, understanding, and waiting for her to get back on her feet to continue walking. The cerulean blue of her dress swished around her ankles as she followed him out and through the castle. Vines and flowers bloomed and sprouted as they passed, bees and butterflies fluttered in through the flowers. 

The curtain of foxgloves parted as she approached and she was momentarily blinded by the morning sunlight. After her eyes cleared, she could see the walkway through the garden, and in a short distance, the opening of the tall circle of sunflowers that encased a bench, where a pale yellow figure sat. It was Harry, and y/n was frozen in place when she spotted him. 

The movement caught Harry’s eyes, and he stood from the bench. Both of them watched each other, frozen in their spots like they were scared movement would blow the other away. Y/n’s lips parted and her chest twisted, the flowers around Harry shivered. 

Angus, bless his soul, bumped his head, annoyed, on y/n’s calf as if to say ‘what are you waiting for? go talk to him!’

“Alright, geez,” she said, rolling her eyes at her friend before she started walking towards Harry. He waited for her at the edge of a stone bench, and toyed with the edge of what he was wearing; a veil-like material over his chest the color of wine, and a snow-white pair of flared pants. The most non-greek outfit of his that y/n has seen. Though his shirt was still extravagant and elegant, flowing bell-caps that reached the middle of his thighs, and an open, unbuttoned collar with ruffles around his neck that exposed his smooth, taught chest. 

“Hello,” she said once she reached him. Up close she could see that there was a wreath of stained purple leaves and fuschia colored flowers with white bulbs in the middle. To her, they were just flowers. Harry knew they were horny goat weeds. He had no control over them, and they usually reflected his mood. At a certain point of his adolescence, his elders noticed that he had a knack for herbs and gardening. It was part of his magick, part of who he was and what he felt. 

One careful look at the draping white cloth of his pants, and she’d see the tenting fabric at his crotch. He was having trouble… containing his thoughts late at night. “Good morning,” his words cut off in a way that suggested there was more to come after, but nothing did.  He shot a quick glance down at Angus, who had plopped down besides his feet. 

The sunflowers around them tilted towards y/n as she dug her toes into the grass and watched Harry, blushing and trying her hardest to hold back a cheesy smile that wanted to spread on her face from just seeing him.

“Are we going swimming today?” She whispered. Whatever tenderness had settled over them, she didn’t want to disturb it with a loud voice. 

Harry understood this, but chose to poke fun at her anyways, “Why are you whispering, darling?” He was whispering, too. Angus watched, his head turning back and forth like it was a tennis match.

She couldn’t hold the smile back anymore, and the blush spread to a warmth on her ears. “I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Yes, we will go swimming today. Angus will be joining us. I believe he may have been a fish in a past life, he loves the water so much.”  He placed a kiss on the creature’s head, and nodded his head towards the river. 

Y/n laughed, and began walking with Harry, the sunflowers following her way out of the ring, and then tilting back up towards the sun when she was out of reach. They moved in silence, their strides in sync so they looked like one. 

“How did you meet him?” She threw out a question just to hear him speak.

He tilted his head to the side to see her, the ruffles of his collar tickling his chin. “Who? Angus?” 

“Mhm.” She hummed. 

“Well,” he sighed, “It was on a rainy spring day, about three years ago, I reckon. Maybe more, this fella does not like to age. He was a victim of a foul trick, and lost his mother.” Angus whined, and Harry covered his ear so he couldn’t listen, the other side of his head pressed against Harry’s chest. “To what extent ‘lost’ goes, it is knowledge I am not privy to.” He removed his hand, and Angus looked up at him. “ But he found me, and we have been friends since. Isn’t that right?”

“It’s lucky that you found each other,” she said, smiling sadly.

“Will you be leaving any friends if you decide to stay?” His interest was heavy in his question, as was the hope that maybe she might stay. That maybe they might reach that mutual understanding. 

Y/n shook her head slowly, “No, I wasn’t much of a social butterfly, and not many people take the time to get to know me. And I think you mean when.” They were beginning to reach the bank, the sound of flowing water louder as they got closer. 

“I- I don’t understand,” his eyebrows furrowed, “were they mean to you?” Right before they dipped into water, Harry wrapped an arm around her bicep to gently redirect her so that they walked alongside the stream. In his arms, Angus was looking to be sleeping. 

“When I was in school, yes. I guess that I just didn’t fit in, because everyone else turned against me, and sometimes girls would make fun of me. Once I got older, I was the outcast at work. And I didn’t go out much because I didn’t, you know, have any friends to hang out with,” she said. 

“What?” Y/n looks over at him, surprised at his outburst. His brows are deeply furrowed and his voice is heavy with hurt. “You did nothing to them and they decided to be foul over nothing? That is completely unfair.’

 Y/n shook her head. “It’s alrigh-”

“No, it is not alright, and it is not fine!” He was getting agitated, and Agnus was waking up. A vein on his neck protruded from his neck. He was shaking his head as he spoke, his distaste showing through his rigid body language; the curls that were pushed back with the flowers in his head fell out with his movements, framing his face in a chaotic way. “It should not have to be this way. It’s the same reason why my* kingdom is in ruins. I just do not understand why-”

With a comforting hand on his bicep, y/n stopped him in his tracks. “Harry, it’s okay. There’s nothing we can do about it now. That’s why-”

She stepped in front of him so that she could place her other hand on his biceps, holding him. When she came into clear view of his eyesight, Harry tilted his head to Angus, who had settled back in the crook of his arm when he noticed that y/n took initiative to comfort him. His pink lips were pressed into a firm line, his eyelashes fluttering every time he blinked. Blinked back tears. 

“I’m sorry. I know that that feels like.” He sniffled and y/n cupped his cheek with her hand, swiping away the first tear that fell. Her heart cracked in two at the wavering of his voice. “I wish it did not have to be this way.”

“I do, too,” Her own voice was watery. She was always the one to cry when she saw someone else do so as well, “but if it wasn’t that way, I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t have met you.” 

His gaze lifted at her words, and a weepy frown found its way onto his lips, “as much as I want you to stay, I fear the troubles you might face. The people here do not listen to me, and their treacherous ways are not something that I endorse.” 

Her hand dropped again, to his bicep, and she tilted her head to the side playfully, like she was thinking. “I’ll stick by your side, and-”

He smirked. “I stick by yours, yes.” He took a hand out from underneath Agnus, and bopped her on the nose. “But, that is only after the three days.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, and stepped away to take her place besides him. “Again with the three days? Why are you so hung up on them?”

He shrugged, proud and smug. “I stick by my word, honeybaby.” 

Y/n’s jaw dropped, and her eyes shut for a moment, “H-honeybaby?” Harry’s lips puckered like he was taking joy in her flustered state. He waited for her hands to unclench. A bird chirped in the distance.

He licked his bottom lip, “Do you like it?”

Y/n brushed it off, and cleared her throat. “Come on, I wanna go swimming,” She tried to tug on his delicate sleeve, but he wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her close, looking down at her with fierce domination. Y/n’s eyes widened and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She was, what you could say, intimidated.

He tutted his tongue, his head cocking, “You didn’t answer me, honeybaby. Did you like the name, or no? I wouldn’t want to displease you by calling you something you don’t like.” Y/n shut her eyes, her left foot hooking around her right ankle so she could press her thigh together where a heat was building up. “So, I’ll ask you again, do you like the name, honeybaby?”

“Yes.” She swallowed, opened her eyes, and nodded. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she was frozen. He was a different person then, his eyes a darker shade of green, the smile on his lips borderline malicious with all the subliminal filth it held. “Yes, I like it.” The tent in his crotch was more noticeable then, and if he shifted his hips forward just a hair, the tip of his dick would’ve brushed her silk covering her stomach. He almost shivered at the thought. 

In a blink, he was back to the ‘regular’ Harry she knew. Bright and cheerful. “Come along now, honeybaby, we’re almost there.” An inconspicuous brush down the front of his pants fixed his dilemma. 

They walked for a few more minutes, following the river up-stream, curving around the back of the castle where it trailed off into the horizon, leaving a strip of land wide enough for five people to walk through in between the river that went, and the river that came. A loop; a fence, around Harry’s castle. Down this strip they went, encased by water and a canopy of willow trees, until they came across a fork in the river. Stepping stones rose just above the water level to their right, leading to a lake-like retention of water. A pool, if you will. 

Harry slowed just before the rocks, and y/n got close enough that the first was a step away, “is this it?” She asked. 

He nodded, and set down Angus, who shook off the last of his sleep and hopped through the rocks. Y/n followed after him and jumped right into the sparkling pool of blue water, the same color of her dress; a crystalline aquamarine. She did not care if her clothes got wet, or if she had to walk back to the castle with wet clothes. The distraction was what she needed. 

It felt good, a nice cleanse from the two days of travel and sleeping in dirt, and yesterday, when sweat from the warmth of the Land of Nurture collected and dried on her skin. A heavenly feeling. She hated going to the pool at recreational centers because she hated the smell of bleach, and she didn’t have the guts to go out into the lake by herself. y/n had learned how to swim when she was little, and this? This felt like a rebirth.

When she resurfaced, she pushed her dripping wet hair back and cheered. “Come into the water, Harry!” He was sitting on one of the stepping stones, only his feet and an inch of his pants dipping into the water. “It feels so good!” He shook his head, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “Come in! It’s not even cold!” It wasn’t, it was actually warm. 

She pleaded once more, and he finally gave in. He said, “oh alright,” and jumped into the water, a swift and graceful dive she only ever saw on TV, in the olympics.

He dove deep, just where the water got murky- though it wasn’t even that, the water just got too, too blue*- enough that she couldn’t see him. 

“Harry? Harry, where did you go?” She fumbled around the water, looking around her circle of space for his lithe body. “Harry, it’s not funn- AH!” Her kicking foot brushed against something sleek that moved away, and she shrieked. 

Harry came up in a splash besides her, shaking his wet hair in his face. “Here!” 

Y/n shrieked again, her fright so big that she swallowed a gulp of water and lost her equilibrium, her head dipping underneath the water. Immediately, Harry lunged to grab her by the waist so her head was above water. She coughed up the water that was in his lungs, and breathed raggedly. “Woah, woah, honeybaby,” Harry stroked her hair back, “tt’s alright, I’ve got you. It’s just me, ‘was-” He was breathless, “‘was playing.”

He watched her as her breathing returned to normal. Her hands were gripping his biceps fiercely, and her legs had somehow wrapped around his waist.

When she felt him clear his throat, her eyes focused on his, and her breath hitched. The look in his eyes, the stroke of heathen… it was there again. Though his lips were curled upwards, and he was watching her carefully to make sure that she was okay, there was a sliver of space from control and loss of it. 

Y/n felt it. She felt it every time his legs moved, kicking to make sure they both stayed afloat.

“Can I ask you something?” She was quivering with anticipation in his arms. Although she had faced rejection just the day before, the warmth she felt in that moment was enough for her courage to build up again. 

“Anything, my darling,” he rasped. The octave of her voice rumbled down her spine. My darling.

“Will you… will you kiss me?”

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The third and final part has already been completed, I just wanted a clean break between the two :) It’ll be posted after a mafia!h blurb. 

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All of My Completely Rational Fears and Feelings About Reading Books

Craving a title that you can't find, and being positive you'll probably die before getting your hands on it.

Thinking about trying to survive in-between the releases of books in a series and wondering if anything in life is promised.

Spending sacred reading hours on what will end up being the WORST book you’ve ever read. WHO HAS TIME FOR THAT SHIT?

Being so afraid of someone spoiling the ending of the book you're reading that you won't even tell anyone you're reading it.

Learning that your friend doesn't like the title you suggested to them.

Or finding out they hate a book that you absolutely adore.

Finding out another friend is an actual monster when they return a book to you in horrible condition.

Or realizing you actually might be the most garbage human of all when you do anything damaging to an innocent book.

Or worse, never getting the book back at all, and having to look for an entirely new group of friends. Because the world is rotten and everyone is malicious.

Getting trapped somewhere and not having any reading material on hand. And feeling claustrophobic because as a result, minutes will feel like eons and WHY DIDN'T I JUST BRING A DAMN BOOK?

And feeling like you're incomplete or detached if you don't have a book in your possession.

ANYONE interrupting your sacred reading time. It's obviously a therapeutic time of your day. Every time I sit down to read, someone comes barging into my room!

Or when you're reading in public, that someone will dare try to converse with you, even though HAVING A BOOK IN HAND MEANS DO NOT TALK TO ME!

Or worse, when two or more people are having a loud conversation right next to you as you're trying to read. LIKE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY YOU INCONSIDERATE ANNOYANCES!

Living in fear after finishing a life-changing story, because you're convinced you'll never find one just as perfect.

And just being absolutely positive that life won't continue after you're through with an incredible book, because you'll never experience the same emotions again and NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME.

Never being able to read all of the titles on your ever-growing wish list. You're like the Pokemon of bookworms. GOTTA READ THEM ALL!

But still being forever disappointed because your bookshelves will never be pristinely stocked. Is it so much to ask to want a library that looks like it's from a movie?

Or when you have an inconceivably large amount of books and nowhere to put them like on a bookshelf or on display for everyone to see them in all their glory.

Having to get every book in a series at the same time just so you have them.

Never finding anyone who will obsess over a series with you. WHY WON'T ANYONE CRY WITH ME?!

Or when you do find someone who is just as obsessed and it's like that Patrick Star meme. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!

Or anyone who will even want to listen to you talk about your theories, even though it'll only take like six hours and you just need a friend. You just need to let these thoughts out and this means a lot to you but your friend just doesn't care and isn't really listening.

Panicking when you realize your own love life will never perfectly mirror your literary OTP's.

Fearing you'll never crawl out of the deepest pits of despair over the death of your favorite character.

That feeling when you accidentally discover the ending of your book on Tumblr or the internet because you just have to look at your book's content and fan art before you finish it.

Being terrified that your favorite book will be released as a horrible film adaptation and they've changed so much and everything is wrong and nothing is the same or how you pictured it and your entire perception of the universe itself will change.

That fear in the back of your head that your book will have a terrible ending. I'M LOOKING AT YOU STEPHEN KING!

Or when the ending is very anticlimactic and boring when you were expecting a much more entertaining conclusion to happen.

That moment when you're favorite character just made a stupid decision and it completely ruins the whole story for you.

Never wanting to go near a beach or pool because you have to carry your book with you at all times and you might drop it in the water because you're a clumsy bookworm who has their eyes glued to the pages not looking in front of them.

When you are halfway through buying a series and they change the cover design.

Or when you go to a bookstore and find your series but the first half is only in paperback and the other half only in hardback.

When you're reading a very unpopular book that you know is amazing but no one has ever heard of it.

When you lose your most beloved book and you feel as if you lost a piece of yourself and you'll be dead within the hour if you don't find it.

Reading such a bad story you begin to think about what you'd do to make it better and end up writing a better plot based off of that book.

As you're reading, you get these theories and predictions on what you'd think the twist or the climax will be and being completely disappointed by how it really turns out.

Afraid the author will die before they can finish the series. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN!

Realizing you've been picturing the characters all wrong in your head and they actually look completely different than what you interpreted.

When you become obsessed with a book, you start to think about the characters all the time and you see them everywhere and bring them up in any conversation that you possibly can. @dangthatsalottabeans I'm talking about you!

And life will just never be as thrilling as your favorite book.