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8. Hospital AU 36. Text/Letter Fic

Well this has to be Hinny! There is a letter exchange program from last years of high school and Harry is on a long-term recovery unit because he did some heroic stuff. He was supposed to start college this year but instead he's stuck in bed getting surgery after surgery.

He is mopey and hates it there so they suggest he joins the program. and he's so bored that he actually agrees to it. He's terrible at writing but he sends his first letter out, introducing himself and what happened to him (heroic and suffering for it, please and thank you) and gets assigned Ginny as a penpal

She quickly picks up on his sense of humour and writes back in the same way, lamenting about the horrible day she has had (The bus was late again, I bet you don't have that issue lying in bed all day. count your lucky stars, Harry). He appreciates her dark sense of humour.

After a few letters she asks if she can come visit and he says yes but then she walks in, so pretty and bubbly and he actually asks her to leave only to find out from the nurse that she's still there in the waiting room writing him a lengthy letter. A few minutes later he gets the letter from the nurse and he reads it and asks the nurse if she's still there. She is

She comes back in and she's not even mad. She just tells him he must be hurting a lot and she isn't going anywhere. It's the first time since he arrived that he allows himself to cry. she just sits there and strokes his hair and tells him he forgot to mention in his letters that he's extremely good-looking.

This makes him laugh and she smiles back at him.

"I just... you walked in here picture perfect and then I'm such a mess and I didn't want you to see me this way."

She tells him she's seen worse all casually and it isn't true but it does take that anxious feeling away for Harry.

From then on she comes by nearly every day after class and they chat about their day and he helps her with her homework. The first kiss follows quickly

His parents only come by later in the evening usually and by pure chance they just never meet Ginny for a few weeks so one day Ginny waltzes in and is like "Hi Harry" Smooch "Just got back from the hairdresser what do you-? Oh hi didn't see you there." (it's his parents) and Harry introduces her as his penpal and James is like yeah sure looks like your penpal!

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1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!

This isn’t even a WIP—oh, well, technically I wrote the prologue/first chapter, I guess? But I was thinking of it wistfully again the other day: October Daye longfic of Bridget Ames’ first summer in Faerie, starting at the end of Ashes of Honor and going through to the end of Chimes at Midnight. Because if you consider the characters and the events of the surrounding books, that summer MUST have included 3 overlapping genres of plot:

Romance: Bridget & Etienne, 2 middle-aged people fumblingly trying to reconnect after their fling 15 years ago that resulted in a child only one of them knew about until about a week ago, rekindling something they both wish had never been lost but have both spent 15 year convincing themselves they didn’t need. Ft. Chelsea, who is trying not to “choose between them” and they’re both responsible parents trying not to make her, but empirically she already chose Etienne and that’s why they’re all here doing this.

Political Thriller: Ashes ends with the disappearance of a local Daoine Sidhe duchess, and in Chimes her duchy is being managed by a neighboring countess, who happens to be the wife of Sylvester’s niece. Obviously a political coup for the extended Torquill clan—surprising, given how the unnamed Queen hates Toby and, by extension, Sylvester, and would LOVE to accuse Toby of killing Duchess Riordan. But Queenie comes after Toby for UNRELATED reasons in Chimes—so Sylvester must’ve been running some spectacular interference between books. And in whatever fight that entailed, I’m certain Queenie would’ve made some sort of hay, or at least a malicious target, out of Sir Etienne’s new mortal bride (the first thought into Faerie in centuries!) and formerly-changeling daughter. Chelsea, btw, IS indirectly responsible for Duchess Riordan’s disappearance, though it’s wholly Riordan’s fault.

Gothic: Bridget explores the ducal knowe of Shadowed Hills. At its heart, its heiress sleeps for 100 years for crimes including the murder of her husband and attempted murder of her parents, after a childhood with only her mother kidnapped in darkness. The Duchess mourns beside her, and blames Sir Daye. Sir Etienne just brought home his long-lost wife and teenage daughter, whose childhood he missed but now he gets to connect with her, and all three of them are struggling but it’s clear to everyone who knows him that he’s quietly ecstatic. Their little family exists because Etienne needed a respite from the Mad Duke during Raysel & Luna’s long disappearance. Every single person in Shadowed Hills is aware of all of this, and nobody is talking about any of it. A mysterious door is haunting Bridget’s steps like the knowe wants her to open it.

My unofficial working title is “Bridget Ames vs a Frustrating Array of Increasingly Hot People”, on account of how much fun I’d have describing every single faerie’s beauty in overwrought poetry, as Bridget, human, bulls through this with gritted teeth and a trained folklorist’s savvy (shield & sword against giddy fangirling, also, admittedly, due to being a trained folklorist).

3 ⧽. What do you like about your writing?

Good one!

thanks for asking!!

20) fingertips tracing the notches of a spine

The Lighthouse was full and lively, back to its former glory. Everyone was thrilled — none more than Bambi — and continued to celebrate the bar’s restoration...nightly. Tonight, Gordo finds himself out back, needing a moment alone: a small respite from the cacophony inside.

He smothers a laugh when he hears the door open behind him. He wishes he had a cigarette to breathe in instead, but the very man who had gotten him to quit pauses behind him.

“Those things’ll kill you.”

Gordo rolls his eyes and turns around, spreading his arms and revealing his hand to be empty. “You know damn well I’m on the patch.” Mark moves into his space with a quiet smile on his face, and gently kisses him, which Gordo responds to with hunger.

"Remember the last time we were out here?" Gordo breathes into his mouth. Barely focusing on his words, Mark feels Gordo's touch teasing the edge of his waistband.

"Of course I do," Mark sighs. "You left me with blue balls."

Gordo's laugh illuminates his face and Mark takes the time to simply admire him. Reciprocating Gordo's touch, Mark's fingertips find their way under Gordo's shirt and jacket to trace the notches of his spine. He shivers slightly against the touch.

"And I could do it again," Gordo smirks in reply, earning a loud laugh from Mark.

"You could do whatever you wanted," Mark says, going in for another kiss.

Harry had no desire to attend yet another Ministry function, but the tone in Robards' voice made it abundantly clear that if he skipped tonight's he would be suffering desk duty so long that he wouldn't even remember what being in the field was like.

But that didn't mean Harry had to actively participate. Which basically resulted in him sulking in the background along the wall, using those stealth skills the Aurors had trained him so diligently on to avoid small talk and intrusive pawing by one of the desperate singles. He shook off Sirius's talks about his lack of social skills (whose fault was that when he had only ever been homeschooled and hidden away until it was time to fulfill a fucked up fate).

Letting his guard down momentarily, he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift back to a few nights again. He'd learned far too early (finding the hidden stash of fan mail) that being the Boy Who Lived meant there would be no shortage of willing participants. He wasn't one for intimacy (Sirius gave him a hard enough time about it), but that didn't mean he didn't have needs. With a good amount of lubrication and a fair dash of loneliness, he found himself at a bar known for discretion.

That was all fine and dandy.

What he hadn't expected was how much that night stuck with him.

Strange enough, she'd been funny. Her quips making his lips twitch in an unfamiliar way. It had been surprisingly easy when they slipped into one of the many rooms upstairs.

A burning ache rose within him. The door had shut, and he had reached out for her, that reckless smirk, the way her eyelashes fluttered at his touch. Hand wound in silky hair. He swore he could still taste her—

His eyes snapped open at the sound of giggling and heels to his right. Shite, the unfortunate owner of said noise was Romilda Vane, the new secretary in the office who would not relent on her advances, no matter how bluntly Harry avoided them.

He ducked to his left, weaving through the crowd. It'd been an hour, and Robards couldn't say he hadn't shown his face.

Harry turned the corner.

"Oof!"

The wind was knocked out of him by some blur of gold and red.

"Sorry," he said, hands automatically reaching out to steady the blur. He was already taking another step toward the exit when a stray glance had him breathless for an entirely different reason.

The redhead pushed the curtain of her hair out of her face. "No, I..." she trailed off when they made eye contact. "Oh."

He was staring. She had disappeared before the morning light crept through the windows, fulfilling her promise of "no fuss." And for the first time, he'd wished differently. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, about the things he wanted to say, if he ever saw her again. He opened his mouth.

"I'm not used to seeing you with your clothes on," she said.

Harry burst out laughing, the tension in his gut unwinding. She grinned, looking tall and proud despite her small stature.

"A welcome change?"

"Hm," she said, her eyes appraising him. "I'm not so sure about that."

He swallowed hard.

"Heading somewhere?" she asked, her eyes following his original path toward the door.

"I suppose it depends. Would you like me to?" His hand was still on her waist, not ready to break contact.

His heart pounded hard at the thought that she might be here with someone.

She smiled, which seemed answer enough until she rose onto her toes. Her lips brushed against his, soft and warm, like sunshine breaking through the clouds.

She eased away, and only then did he realize he had pulled her close.

"That doesn't sound so bad... Are you sure you like these clothes though?" Her hands smoothed out the front of his robes.

"No promises." He grinned at her stupidly.

Before she could respond, a distinctly male and stunned voice, and she turned toward it. "Ginny!"

Ginny...so that was her name.

Harry followed her gaze, surprised to meet the shocked expression on Weasley's face a few paces away. Ron, he thought his name was.

"That'd be my insufferable brother." Her eyes shined with mischief, holding out her hand. "Still game?"

He took it without hesitation. "You bet."

As they walked toward her stupified brother, she asked, casual, "What did you say your name was?" She knew full well they hadn't exchanged names. His grip tightened.

She hadn't known then.

im gonna just post five things that just come to mind because if i think about this any longer i might spiral lol

i may be jinxing myself but i love that im barely aging, ppl still think im just out of college

i can't help but apply a creative lens to anything i do outside of art, like i will judge my vp's ppt presentation its ugly do better

i can feel the little ways im being kinder and open to myself and others, theres an obvious weight off my shoulders

my belly!!! i had a whole health journey during my hiatus and then gained the belly back and idk it just feels right to have it back