#ask harnitbee

I hope you’re doing well!!

It's out now!

I'm so sorry it took so long- @stars-of-kyber had basically finished the chapter ages ago but I was moving to a new city and starting a new job so there was a lot of travel, house hunting, crying, praying for sanity and losing the will the live these last few weeks. Things have not fully settled but a routine is being made for my sake.

I know we have posted the tumblr treats and extras but here is another to tie in with the new chapter from the Hastings...

Thank you for one of my fave fics of all time 💗💗

Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️

I can't express how happy this made me 🥹 I'm glad you enjoy it and I promise I do plan to finish it 🤞🏽

Step

Okay… so I couldn’t pick because one of these stories is basically done, just waiting on my betas to finish going through it. The other is half way through (one shot tg) and the other is a multi-chap I started 3 maybe 4 years ago and I need to get back to (first chapter is done tbh)… need to get back to all my stories really… but for now, 'step'.

1) She had shut her eyes and was not sure at what point she rose to her feet. It felt like it took everything in her to be still, not let the rage boil over. She took a breath, steadying herself to look upon him. He stood, and had taken half a step towards her. While she wished to walk away, lock herself in her room until the season ended, she could not. She had her duties, which included not sullying her family name by being a poor hostess. From ‘We've come a long way from where we began’

2) She never got the chance to respond, as her grandmother’s voice cut through the laughter “Stop… why are we discussing Edwina being a doctor still? She must step into her role as a Senior Royal.” Turning to her, “You have your duties!” Her grandmother practically hissed. From ‘You can call your sister (when it feels like no one understands)’

3) “Of course, I don’t… how could I, having got my title before I attended Oxford possibly know what it means to be without the freedom to care only for yourself? To have women batter their lashes, it could probably power the sails of the boat better than the winds, or the siblings who I care for drain the coffers like it is limitless… or just the mere expectations I will never live up to… of course… how could I possibly understand what you are feeling as you step away from your life of leisure into the work you were raised for.” The bitterness as he said each word, seemed to also call to a feeling she had not wanted to acknowledge. That despite everything, it was not enough. She was not as fortunate as these men and certainly did not want to feel sorry for them that they had responsibilities they needed to attend to; not when they had the surplus means. Still, she felt his words as though they were her own. From ‘A Journey Home’

Thanks for the ask!

🌵- What did you start with first for your WIP? Worldbuilding, character, or plot?

🕳️- Talk about a research rabbit hole you fell down!

Hey love,

Thanks for the asks ♥️

🌵- What did you start with first for your WIP? Worldbuilding, character, or plot? 

It depends on the story. Sometimes I get a story in my head and I write out what that is, like putting the plot into bullet points. And with fanfic, the characters are set, but how they are or the world I need to write, not so much. So as I am trying to fill out my plot, I kinda always get lost world building. I need every little details I can think of before I can go back to writing. 

Like I have a pic I’m working on about the Bridgerton pocket watch, and I decided to figure out who the first Viscount that had that watch was, how did he get it, when, why was it given to his son at 8… this led me to making a list of all the Viscounts before Anthony the 9th… all the way to the modern Anthony born 1984 who is the 16th Viscount. Did I need this much of my world built… No. But meetings get boring and my mind does far too much 😂😂😂

🕳️- Talk about a research rabbit hole you fell down!

I have a fic that I have been working on for over a year on and off because I want to work on one scene then end up back in my research rabbit hole about ships in the 1800s. 

I was so close to drawing out the ship so every time I was changing scene or I had a character walk across the ship, I wanted to know what they would see, bump into. It was also an exercise for me to get better at painting the scene in my stories, something I am still working on but I got side tracked to the language Navy men used, what ports were available on the journey, how the cook does not set fire to the ship, where everything is kept. My YouTube just had ship stuff for ages.

I have no use of the information I have in my head about the different roles/titles on a ship, who sleeps where, how the pissdale works, where animals are kept… no use what so ever, and half the time, when I’m away from the document, some of the information leave my head. But when I’m in my not so little rabbit hole, I am literally moving around my house imagining the different rooms, what I might expect there… At this point, I’m having more fun building this ship in my mind than actually writing the story. Which is usually why there is always a long hiatus with my stories, new ideas then to literally transport me 😆 then I don’t know how to get back.

♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much ❤️ I'm so glad @stars-of-kyber's shared madness brings any sort of joy to you 🥰

We will refrain from talking about Anthony's proposal to Kate right now, but their siblings are still menaces with their bets about their relationship.

But we can give a treat of the wedding invite, including the one for the private reception. You are obviously specially invited 😘

Okay,

‘I still want to be your friend…’ is a series of one-shots for the 100 Ways to Say 'I Love You' Writing Challenge. A siblings edition for Kanthony and the siblings/in-laws. I have done 4 now, still have a few prompts I received that I am working my way through but are not written well enough to post a snippet. But I am still accepting prompts 😅❤️

'Single Parents' (the name is not set 😂) is an AU of the show of the same name. Kate, Sophie, Anthony and Benedict are single parents to their seven-year-olds. Honestly, this is the only scene I have written because I loved it in the show:

Kate hadn’t been in the group long, but in everything she had seen and heard so far, Ben had made his daughter his entire world in a way that left no space for anything else. She shouldn’t ask, it was rude, intrusive and reductive; but she did. Trying to ease into it, “Ben,” he turned to her and holding the clipboard she was glad she didn’t use to beat him the first time they met. “When was the last time you had sex?” She was glad her blunt question didn’t seem out of place as they all turned to face him, waiting for his answer. He turned the clipboard around, running his fingers along the edge, as he avoided eye contact with anyone. When he looked up and caught her eye, she simply quirked her brow, she was not backing down till she got an answer. “Ballpark?” he hesitantly asked. Anthony scoffed and was smacked in the arm by Sophie.  “Come on, Ben,” Sophie opened her arms out, palms up in what Kate was certain was meant to be a welcoming move to get Ben to open up. "This is a safe space… just tell us… No Judgment.” Kate was certain the woman meant it… for herself, as she saw Anthony shrug, and Colin lean forward as he continued to push Aggie’s stroller back and forth. Ben’s brothers certainly were not offering a safe space and Kate wasn’t she was either. “Give or take a month…” Ben looked over his shoulder at nothing in particular, but no one was going to be distracted as they all seemed to be waiting with bated breath. “It has been about… six years.” The last two words were not hidden in the man’s mumbling as Kate stepped back, a hand on her chest and the other seemingly pushing away the man’s sex drought from her. She heard Colin’s clear, “WHAT?”, Anthony’s “Noooo!” and Sophie’s “Dear God!” was accompanied by a sign of the cross as the woman looked up and seemed set to get on her knees to either pray or help their friend right their on the playground of their children’s school. “You guys said this was a safe place!” Ben whined, offended and certainly set to never trust them again. Colin stood and pushed the stroller as their cries woke his daughter up; but he left the group with the parting words, “Not that safe.”  For a moment they were all silent with nothing to really respond the Ben’s confession. “Wait… was that when you tried to parent-trap Henry?” Colin came back rocking his still crying daughter but with eyes focused on his older brother. “Parent-trap… How would that work?” Ben’s face went from embarrassed to confused. “You know… Trap him into being a parent.” Colin replied breezily as he bent to pick up his daughter. Aggie’s cries quickly quietened down as her father held her.

I got an anon prompt ask, I think for an Anthony x Reader fic. Not gonna lie, don't think I can pull it off; for the first year of me reading fanfic, I thought [y/n] meant 'yes' or 'no' 🫣🫣. I was really confused 😅

I have an idea that could incorporate your ask if you still want me to do it as the prompt list is for the siblings fic.