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‘One Day at a Time’ Missing Scene 1

I’ve been writing missing scenes for ODAAT as I edit the original novel version of the story, just for something to break up the monotony of editing and formatting. Here’s the moment when Harry first blurted out that he loved Hermione.

Harry was supposed to be watching the telly. What if she wanted to discuss the movie at the end? He would have nothing to say. He hadn’t been paying attention. Instead, he’d been sneaking glances at her. He hadn’t even been listening—his head was too crowded with thoughts of her to properly focus.

Had she always been this pretty? Her smooth, tawny skin mixed with dark curls, full lips—which were currently curved into a smile, causing his own lips to quirk up—and those large, knowing eyes of hers … damn, she was perfect. And he’d missed it for nearly a decade.

Well, perhaps the Hogwarts years didn’t count. No one was particularly good looking at those ages. Then there was the war. He was probably allowed a pass for that year. But then … a whole year had passed and he hadn’t noticed how perfect she was. Until one day, he saw it, and he couldn’t stop noticing.

She laughed softly and turned to him. “Funny, yeah?”

He nodded dumbly, realized his mouth was hanging open, like a troll’s, and promptly closed it. “Erm, yeah.” He smiled, and she returned it, causing his heart to flutter.

She focused back on the screen, and so did he, trying to calm his heart before he did something embarrassing, like have a heart attack. Something funny happened, or he supposed it did—he still wasn’t paying attention—because she laughed again. His eyes found her face again.

Then, before he realized what he was doing, he blurted, “I’m in love with you.”

Holy shit. He’d been thinking about telling her for weeks now but not like this. Not on a Tuesday. (As if there was some ideal day to blurt out that you loved your best friend.) Fuck, he was an idiot. 

And yet … it was bound to come out sooner or later. The weight of his feelings had become so large and was just getting heavier the longer they spent together, he’d reached the point where he could no longer hold onto them. And now she knew. Or did she?

She hadn’t moved since his confession. She was just watching the screen, the lights flashing across her perfect face, as if nothing had happened.

Had he told her? Or had he just imagined that? Should he say it again? Should he ask her if she’d heard him?

Or was this her answer? “I don’t feel the same. Let’s just pretend this never happened.”

Something sharp lodged itself in his chest, messing with his breathing. He’d pictured this scene so many times, but his brain had never taken him farther than the “telling her how he felt” part. Shit. Why hadn’t he imagined the next part? He was woefully unprepared for this and for some reason, the “just wing it and do what feels right” strategy that had always served him well was completely failing him.

He was still sitting there, opening and closing his mouth like an idiotic fish, when she turned to him, wound a hand around his neck, and kissed him.

For a few seconds, he just sat there, as if stunned, while she moved her lips against his frozen ones. She began to pull away, and he finally got a hold of his senses and kissed her back, holding her shoulder to keep her in place.

Merlin, her lips were softer than he imagined, her taste more perfect, her tongue deliciously insistent as it moved against his. Bloody fucking hell he was kissing her, Hermione, his best friend, the woman he loved, and it was more brilliant than he ever expected it could be.

“I love you too,” she breathed. His whole body screamed with triumph as he continued kissing her fiercely, struggling to decide which was better: the sound of her words or the taste of them.

“I know it might be— be hard to believe me”—her words were muddled since he couldn’t seem to make himself stop kissing her—“but I know it’s true.”

“I believe you,” he murmured against her lips.

She leaned back and smiled at him. “Yeah?”

He responded by capturing her mouth into another kiss. As she climbed into his lap and tugged his hair, and pressed her warm body against him while her words echoed pleasantly through him—I love you, I love you, I love you—he began to believe in the phenomena of manifesting dreams into reality.

It had never worked for him in the past. How many hours had he spent dreaming that some long lost relative would come take him away from the Dursleys? Or that Dumbledore would call him to his office and explain that they’d got the prophecy wrong and it referred to Neville after all? Neither of those had ever happened, but maybe he was getting what he wanted now as some special recompense for killing Voldemort.

Who the fuck knew? Hermione was sucking on his bottom lip now, and if it was because chance dictated that his deepest desires would overlap with reality at least once, or because the universe had decided it owed him something, it didn’t bloody matter. It was probably best not to question it and just enjoy the moment before it was gone.

They stopped to catch their breath, but Hermione didn’t move off of his lap. She rested her forehead on his as she continued to twist her fingers into his hair.

“I like kissing you,” she said, breathless. “It’s … familiar.”

He knew what she meant. Even though they’d never kissed before, it felt like they’d been doing this for ages. Well, they had been, in his head. Or maybe it was just their bodies telling them that they should have been doing this for ages. “This is actually our first kiss,” he said. “But I agree. It does feel familiar.”

“Our first kiss?” She leaned back. He kept a firm grip on her hips, so she couldn’t go far. “We’ve never…? Have you ever…? We don’t…?” She smiled and tried again. “I’m … this is a lot.”

“Yeah.” He pushed a curl behind her ear. “It is, and it isn’t. It’s just us. And—and we love each other.”

He half-expected the moment to dissolve once he said those words. When it didn’t, he felt immediately lighter. If she weren’t sitting on him, he might have floated away.

“But … how is this going to work, Harry?”

“No idea,” he said honestly. He’d never made it past this part in his daydream. “But we’ll figure it out,” he added, and he was sure they would. They could do anything together. Hadn’t they proven that time and time again?

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even if I forget?”

“You can write it down. And then you’ll know when you wake up. And I’ll fill in the rest.”

“But—”

“Don’t overthink it,” he pleaded. “You can make anything awful if you overthink it. But this … us … this is good. We can do this. I—I want to do this. To try. Can we … can we try?”

She lifted her hand and rested it on the side of his face. “Is this real?” she asked, rubbing her thumb along his cheek. “You really love me?”

“Yes,” he said immediately—nearly shouted it.

She laughed.

“I love you a lot,” he continued. “I have for, er, a long time. Longer than I realized.”

The people on the screen laughed at something, but neither of them were paying attention. They were just watching each other while Harry held his breath in anticipation of her next words.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s try.”

Harry released the breath he’d been holding and pulled her into a long, languid kiss, while the movie continued playing in the background, completely forgotten.

‘One Day at a Time’ Missing Scene 2

Harry woke up before the sun. Way before the sun. The sky outside his bedroom window was dark for almost an hour before it began brightening to a light grey. He just lay in bed, smiling at the shadows on the ceiling as he remembered the previous night.

Hermione. Her lips pressed against his, her hands roving over his body, her voice saying she loved him. 

She loved him! 

It wasn’t just he who harbored an almost debilitating desire for his best friend. She loved him back! And judging by the way she’d kissed him the night before, she was also affected by a healthy dose of desire.

He realized he was stroking himself and pulled his hand away. He shouldn’t just lay here, getting off to a memory of her. He should go downstairs and face the real Hermione. Warmth pooled in his abdomen at the thought of how she looked first thing in the morning: her hair a mess of curls, her smile lazy and relaxed. He wanted to kiss that smile, to lose his hands in her hair, to pull her so close he could feel her breasts press against—

His hand had drifted down again. Merlin, get a hold of yourself, Potter

He forced himself out of bed and into more restrictive clothing. He needed to go slowly with her. He couldn’t just jump her first thing this morning. Sure, she will have read about the night before. She’d know what they’d confessed to each other and how they’d agreed to try a relationship, but she might need time to get used to thinking about him like her boyfriend—Holy shit, he was her boyfriend!—instead of just her best friend.

But Harry could wait. He’d waited this long, hadn’t he? Besides, Hermione Granger was a witch worth waiting for.

And Harry did wait. He waited in the kitchen, sipping on tea, for nearly an hour before he heard stirring upstairs. She was awake. He got up and began pacing the tile floors.

He imagined her sitting up in bed and reading the letter. Then she’d check the date with her wand and read the letter again. She might even cry. Merlin, he wished he were there. Maybe he could convince her that she didn’t have to wake up alone anymore, now that they were together. Or … was sharing a room too much for a couple that had only been together one day? This was Hermione, someone he’d known for most of his life. Nothing with her felt like too much.

Too fast, Potter

He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this happy. More than happy. Euphoric. He kept expecting to look down and find that he was gliding around the room, floating just a few inches off the ground.

He heard her move out of her room, then make her way down the stairs. That’s when he realized that during all his almost floating and tea drinking and inadvertent cock stroking this morning, he hadn’t planned what they were going to do on their first day as a couple. Should he take her on a date?

Yes, of course. This was a real relationship, and it deserved real relationship milestones, like a first date. He’d take her somewhere nice. Somewhere in the Muggle world, obviously. Somewhere they could both dress up. Maybe he’d even sneak out to the shops while she was getting ready and buy her flowers. 

Then she was there, standing in the doorway, and Harry’s mind went blank.

“Um, hi,” she said, waving awkwardly.

Harry crossed the distance between them in two swift paces. He took her face in his hands and almost leaned in to kiss her, but caught himself at the last minute.

Easy, Potter

Her eyes widened. She was confused by their closeness. No, bewildered, more like. He could almost see her mind searching for context for this moment and coming up short. He leaned forward, on his way to explain to her the only way he knew how, and she leaned away from him. His picture for the day—their first date, the dress she’d wear, the flowers he’d buy—fell with a crash, smashing his heart in the process. 

He dropped his hands and took a step backward. Some of his alarm must have shown on his face, since as he moved away, she stepped with him. “Harry? Are you okay?”

He took another step backward. “I … did you … your letter. Did you read it?”

“Yes. I know about my accident. And my parents and my … my memory.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“And the summaries,” Harry pressed. “You read those?”

“I read through everything on my desk. The summaries, the calendar, the photo album, even the notes you wrote about me, which were lovely by the way.” She dipped her head to discreetly wipe at her lower lashes.

“And … us?” He had to force the word out. “You read about us?”

Her brow furrowed. “That we live together? Yes. I read that.”

She didn’t write it down. The night before, their kiss, the ‘I love yous’ … she let herself forget. Had he made it all up? Is it possible none of that was real? Or maybe it just wasn’t real for her. Maybe when she was back in her room, away from him and able to think clearly, she realized she’d just been parroting what he’d said—that she didn’t truly have feelings for him.

An ache formed in his chest so strong, he almost doubled over. But soon, it was replaced by the burn of embarrassment and anger. He was so stupid. So naive. What did this mean? Why didn’t she say anything last night?! He’d been obsessing over her all morning, planning their bloody first date, and the whole time she’d planned to forget him!

“Harry?” Her hand appeared on his face, cool against his burning cheek. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He wanted to shout at her. But as soon as he saw the fear in her tear-rimmed eyes, the fire in his chest went out. “I … slept poorly. And woke up early and …” He silently urged her to understand what he wasn’t saying. 

She just shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Harry. It sounds like you had a bad morning. Maybe … maybe we can make the rest of the day better?” Her voice shook as she spoke. 

She was scared, that much was clear. She’d just learned she had permanent brain damage, that she would no longer be able to live the life she’d always dreamed of, and the first thing she’d come upon was an unstable version of her best friend who appeared to be on the verge of tears. Of course she was scared.

Harry pushed out a sigh and pulled her into a hug. She instantly relaxed in his embrace. It wouldn’t do to have both of them in terrible moods today. He’d focus on her. He’d help her feel safe. And later … later he’d worry about himself. He turned his head and spared himself one long whiff of her honeyed scent before asking, “How do pancakes sound?”

‘One Day at a Time’ Missing Scene 3

Their first date was 95 days after their first kiss (not that Harry was counting). He’d almost given up so many times. But Hermione wouldn’t let him.

He’d tell himself no more snogging then, out of nowhere, she’d grab his chin and pull him into a passionate kiss. He’d say no more declarations of love, and she’d turn to him and say, “I think I’m in love with you, Harry.”

But there was still something wrong. She was still forgetting.

Today, he woke up and decided things would be different. The moment he saw her, he kissed her. And it wasn’t a small thing—a quick peck on the lips that could be construed as almost friendly. No, he took her by the hips, pressed her up against the wall, and snogged her until they were forced to part a few moments later to catch their breath.

He didn’t even have to tell her he loved her. He could see in her searing gaze that she knew. What had followed was a perfect day, capped off by the first date he’d been dreaming about for months.

Fucking finally. They were walking back from the restaurant now, hand in hand as they turned onto the dim street of Grimmauld Place. “I’m not sure how this works when we live together,” Harry said as they walked into the house. “Do I just drop you at your bedroom door?”

“Why does it always have to be the man who does the dropping?”

“Would you like to drop me off at my bedroom door then?”

She gave him a sly smile. “I would.”

Not long after, they were snogging up against the door to Harry’s bedroom on the second floor. “Are you going to invite me inside?” Hermione asked as she planted kisses along his neck. “Maybe for some drinks?”

Harry grinned as he turned the doorknob behind him. “Of course.”

As they stumbled into the room, still embracing, the fervor behind their kisses faded. Something about passing through the threshold of Harry’s room—perhaps the air was different, perhaps it was the sight of the bed—had a sobering effect.

Harry walked backward, and she walked with him, until his legs collided with the bed. He took a seat and watched her as she carefully stepped between his legs.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, pushing a curtain of curls off her shoulder. 

“This is surreal. My body knows you, knows this, but my mind doesn’t. And if I think about it for too long—”

“We don’t have to do anything.”

She rested her hands on his shoulders before responding. “I don’t even know what we’ve already done,” she said, sounding embarrassed.

“Oh.” He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. “We’ve just, erm, kissed. A lot. And occasionally felt under each other’s shirts. That’s … er … it.”

“Oh,” she said, the word imbued with a mix of sorrow and regret.

He kissed her lightly on the jaw and said in what he hoped was a casual, ‘feel free to say no to this’ way, “We can do more. If you … if you want. Or not. Of course.”

Her eyes locked on his. “What do you want?”

A lot of images flashed through his mind at once: peeling off her clothes, running his hands over her body, hovering over her as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Her wearing a sly smile as she pulled off his trousers, her lips stretching around his—

Focus, Potter

“I—I want to touch you,” he choked out in what was not at all the suave tone he’d been going for. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Yeah?”

Was that a question? Or was she saying, “Yes, you can touch me”? Harry decided to take a chance on the latter. He carefully moved his hands under her dress and stopped when he reached her bum. “Is this okay?”

She just continued to watch him, eyes dark, as she nodded slowly.

He removed her knickers next, moving slowly, so she could stop him, but she didn’t. She continued to watch him as she stepped out of them, as he grazed his fingers along the coarse hair between her legs, and as he eventually slipped a finger inside of her.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, still watching him. “Perfect.”

He carefully added another finger. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

“Still okay?”

She released a high-pitched whine and nodded again. Harry’s cock strained against his jeans. They didn’t kiss as he pleasured her. He just looked at her, watched her pupils go wide, watched how she bit her lip, watched her mouth open as small pants escaped her lips. It was without question the most intimate thing Harry had ever done.

She was close, her legs were trembling and the moans coming out of her mouth had become more insistent. “Harry I—I want—I—”

He leaned forward and nipped her earlobe. “What do you want?”

Her answer surprised him. She reached down and grabbed his erection through his jeans. He leaned back, eyes wide, and was met with another of her sly smiles. “I want you. I want to …” She bit her lip, and he nearly came right there. “I want to feel you in—inside me.”

She squeezed him again and he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to think of something, anything beside how turned on he was. “Are you—are you sure?”

She nodded and began undoing his jeans, watching him with wide, dark eyes. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” she whispered, though the way she gripped him once she had his jeans out of the way said otherwise.

“We’ll figure it out—” He cut off to release a groan as she began pumping her fist. “We should— “He motioned toward the top of the bed.

She nodded and followed him onto the bed. When their clothes were off and he was hovering over her, holding himself at her entrance, she rested a hand on his cheek and whispered, “Is this real?”

He laughed with a breath. “Maybe not. It’s suspiciously close to all my dreams from the past year.”

She smiled at that. “Oh well. If it’s not real, we may as well enjoy it while we can.”

“Good plan.” He caught her mouth and kissed her hard as he finally pressed into her.

There was a note on Hermione’s pillow the next morning. And the letter she’d written for herself and set onto the bedside table was gone. Harry grabbed the note and just held it for several minutes as he watched the ceiling, reliving the bliss from the day before.

He looked at the words she’d written, but they were too blurry for him to make out without his glasses. He imagined what they said. Maybe, I’ve gone to make breakfast, join me when you wake up. Maybe, It was a shock waking up naked next to my best friend, but also a dream come true. Or perhaps just, I love you. Maybe with a postscript of, Nice cock.

He grinned as he turned to grab his glasses. The words on the page were nothing close to what he’d imagined.

To my dearest love, my brilliant Sun, the world has decided we can no longer be one. So you take the day and I’ll take the night. You with your warm, happy glow. Me with my cold, lonely light.

It must be this way, always and forever, they say we can no longer share the sky together. But my nights will follow your brilliant days, I am right behind you and I will love you always.

“No.” The word caught in his throat. He tried to read the lines again, but his vision was too blurred with tears. He didn’t need to reread her note. He knew what it meant. He knew, but didn’t understand.

She forgot. She took the letter she’d written for herself and left this poem instead. She left him, and fell asleep, and forgot.

He heard stirring from the floor above, followed not long after by the sounds of creaking on the stairs. Harry remained in bed as tears wet his pillow. Yesterday was different. He told her he loved her first thing. They had a date. They made plans. They fucking shagged! 

Yesterday was different, it was supposed to be different! And it was, but that morning was even more so. Because he heard her and he didn’t rise. He decided he wasn’t going to see her. He wasn’t going to help her. Not today. And maybe not even tomorrow.

‘One Day at a Time’ Missing Scene 4

Harry woke up before Hermione on their wedding day. He smiled when he saw that she was still asleep. He’d been sleeping with an arm draped over her waist and as he turned to face her, was careful not to move it too quickly, since he didn’t want to shock her awake.

It wasn’t long before the steady rise and fall of her chest under his arm became uneven. Her eyes opened, then widened slightly when she realized she was in bed with someone. She turned her head, and he watched recognition flash in her eyes.

“Hi,” she whispered as she shifted closer to him.

“Hi,” Harry grinned. She thought she was dreaming—he could tell by her dazed expression. She always thought that at first, and the fact that she didn’t find anything strange about dreaming of being with him never failed to warm his insides.

She reached up and pushed away several locks of hair that had fallen into his face. Her hand stuttered when it touched his skin. He watched her eyes. She was realizing that the sensations around her were too real for a dream. This was his favorite part. 

Before she became scared by the fact that she had no memory of how she came to be in her current position, a sense of awe would come over her. Awe at the fact that she was actually here, waking up in bed with Harry. That the easy feeling between them was real. That he was hers, and she was his, and not just in a dream.

If he ever doubted that she loved him (but he never did), watching her reactions to him in the morning would be proof enough.

“Harry?” she whispered. “I’m—I’m not dreaming?”

“You’re not. We’re together, and even though you don’t remember how we got here, it’s real.”

“It is?” she asked, eyes bright with amazement as she scooted closer to him, until their bodies were pressed together.

Harry wound his second arm around her and held her close. “It feels real. Doesn’t it?”

“It feels incredible.”

Harry grinned.

“But I … I don’t remember … Do you know what’s going on?”

Harry held her even tighter and kissed the top of her head. “I do. But before I explain, keep in mind that you’re safe, and that you have a wonderful, happy, fulfilling life, and that I love you more than anyone has ever loved another person.”

She sighed, her breath hot against his skin. “Okay. How did we get here?”

He started at her phrasing. She hadn’t asked What happened? or Why don’t I remember?, but How did we get here? He decided to answer the question in its entirety. If there were ever a day for her to know their whole story, it was today; their wedding day.

She listened to the details of her accident silently, while tears rolled down her face. Then, when he began describing the start of their relationship, her tears started falling faster. She finally spoke up when he finished relaying the events of the month of her “one day at a time” challenge. “Don’t tell me I snuck away and forgot again,” she said, her voice shaking.

“No. You stayed. And I’ve woken up next to you every day since.” His throat tightened at the memory of that difficult time. He bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It was a messy start, but it was worth it. More than worth it.”

“Yeah?” She tilted her head up toward him. “We’re happy?”

“What do you think?”

“I feel happy.” She looked down as she ran a hand along his chest. “This feels … right.”

Harry smiled. “I’ve always thought so.”

She looked up and held his gaze for several moments, then pushed out a long sigh and settled her head in the crook of his neck. “This is a lot, Harry.”

“I know. But I have one more thing to tell you, when you’re ready.”

“Okay. Give me a few minutes.” He held her, rubbing circles into her back, until she shifted backward and looked up at him, her eyes swimming with apprehension. “Is the ‘one more thing’ good or bad?”

“You’ll have to tell me.” He turned and picked up her engagement ring from the bedside table behind him, then took her hand and held it in front of her ring finger, waiting before slipping it on. “This is yours,” he explained.

“Oh,” she sighed, as her lips curled into a smile. “We’re engaged?”

“We are. May I?” She nodded eagerly. Harry grinned and slipped the ring onto her finger, then bent and kissed it before entwining their fingers together. “We’re not going to be engaged for much longer though. We’re, erm, getting married today. Or, at least, that was the plan.”

Her brown eyes widened. “Today?”

“Yeah. At least, if that’s okay with you. If you’re feeling up to it. There are a lot of notes about everything I just told you at your desk, and I promise once you read them you’ll feel more secure in your life—in us. But I … I sort of want you to feel okay marrying me without any of that. Just … now … here … with me.” He lifted their clasped hands and kissed her knuckles. “Do you want to get married? Does that feel okay? And please say no if it doesn’t. We can—”

“Yes! Absolutely.” 

“Really? You’re not just saying so because I told you? Or because you think you’re supposed to because you already commit—”

She kissed him. And what started as a quick crash of their lips, probably just meant to shut him up, quickly turned into something more desperate. Her mouth moved insistently against his as her hands traced familiar patterns into his back. “I want to … marry you … today,” she said, and he promptly swallowed each word as they continued to kiss. “No more … trying to talk … me … out of it.”

He leaned back and grinned at her. “I supposed we can get married. If you really want to.”

She beamed back at him. “I’d like that. And I’d like to read all those notes you mentioned too. But first … um … more of this?”

Harry replied with a fervent kiss.

Harry wasn’t expecting her to write custom vows. Not when she’d just learned of the wedding today. But before the officiant started the “repeat after me” part of the ceremony, she put a hand on the man’s arm and asked if she could say a few words first.

“You don’t have to,” Harry whispered, but she acted like she hadn’t heard him.

She took his hand, squeezed it, and turned slightly, toward their friends.

“I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been this happy,” she began. She paused to smile, and the crowd laughed. Harry leaned forward and kissed her temple.

“Today has been … interesting. I’ve learned a lot about how different my life is from what I last remember. And some of those things have been really hard. I had to give up a lot of dreams.” She paused as tears welled in her eyes. Harry squeezed her hand again as Ginny stepped forward and handed her a handkerchief.

“Thanks, Gin,” she whispered and began patting her eyes. Hermione cleared her throat before continuing. “So today I—I woke up next to my best friend. And I was sure that I was dreaming. It was too perfect, too right, but also … familiar. Like a dream I’d had a thousand times before. And then it turned out to be real. So while I lost some dreams, I gained some others. And the one I ended up with is pretty remarkable.”

She paused and wiped away a few more tears. Harry blinked quickly and wondered if Hermione would share her handkerchief. 

“I love you, Harry. And I can’t wait to wake up into another dream with you tomorrow, and the next day, and all the days after that.”

This is the last one of these I have. The original novel version of this story is in final editing and I hope to have it published within a month or so! 

Harmony Fic Directory

Hey Everyone, I wanted to create a resource for Harmony fics that allows us to find fics in certain commonly requested categories— like Dark Harmony or Possessive Harry. Here's the Directory.

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Get the Money Shot

Written by: @hutchhitched​

Prompt 32: Katniss Everdeen, famous musician hates posing for photoshoots whether it’s for an album or a magazine with the exception of celebrity photographer Peeta Mellark who seems to always know the way to get the best shots. [submitted by @nightlock-89​; @nightlock-1989​]

Ratings/Warnings: T

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Trigger warning: In the Pines contains explicit language, sexual situations, violence, and graphic content not suitable for all readers.   

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One night, while driving down a remote highway on a secluded corner of the Olympic Peninsula, Gideon Burke encounters a young woman hitchhiking on the side of the road. Her knees are bloodied, her knuckles battered, and she looks half-drowned. Her name is Mara, or so she says, but everything out of her mouth is a lie. Gideon knows exactly who she is, and what she’s running from.

Her name is Cassandra Lee.

And she’s running from him.

As Gideon and “Mara” make their way down the road and into the wilderness, he wrestles with the monster who lives inside of him, the one who tells him that everything—even love—is a lie and that nothing is real. Who can he believe: the girl next to him or the monster?

In the Pines is a stomach-churning account of obsession and madness. It drags the reader into the dark woods to reveal its hideous secrets and devastating truths, begging them to examine the origins of violence and forcing them to face the limits of love.

Just ordered mine!!

Thank you so much, @winegirl65! ❤️❤️❤️ I appreciate your support so much and hope the book is at least an okay-ish read for you! 

I’ll make a separate post once Amazon posts the ebook for download and links the paperback to the ebook and KU editions, but in case anyone else wants to check out the story, here is the link to the paperback and KU edition. 

(Anyone with a Kindle Unlimited subscription can read the story for free.)

Thanks again, @winegirl65. You’re the best! 

Edit: the ebook is available for purchase now, too, on the link to the KU edition. Woot!

I want to feel alive with you right now.

— What I imagine hijacked Peeta tells Gale in D13. (via everlarkedalways)

I say ‘no worries’ far too much for someone who is approx. 94% worry

Well the story I was trying to work on will not happen but I read THIS post yesterday and I could not get the Everlark out of my head. So I drabbled it from my brain.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

I look up at the sound of soft voices and footsteps, as the door to the diner eases closed. Who decides they need mediocre food that is eighty percent grease ten minutes to close? I can only make out three heads in varying shades of blonde that all sit atop mountains of shoulder. Then I push my way back into the kitchen.

Today has been shitty. Like wake up late, speeding ticket, car overheating all before my shift started shitty and it has just carried on from there. Rent’s due, tips have been meager and apparently dumping orange juice on some redneck for grabbing my ass was not acceptable retribution. My feet hurt and my eyes want to cross. That table full of assholes are probably drunk and now I’m not going to get home until after two if I’m lucky.

I could growl if that was an actual thing. Who growls? Oh right, all those well muscled alpha male protagonists that make me want to scream in every smutty book I’ve read lately. Yes. I am also frustrated with my New Adult Kindle selection. Where are the sensitive intelligent men that are happy to let me lead, but also want to go down on me like they would be happy to die between my thighs? Oh and who then make me pancakes.

Shit. I need a man who can make pancakes.

Pinching the bridge of my nose I admit to myself the whole between my thighs things would also be nice. How long has it been? Oh no, that is way too depressing I am not even going there.

Okay. I can survive an hour, and hopefully coerce these douche bags to eat quick and then it is me and a date with my shower…hell and my showerhead it has been a stressful day.

With a deep breath I set my shoulders and a pinched smile on my face and make my way out to their booth.

“Hey guys, welcome to Sae’s. What can I get you tonight?”

I don’t really make eye contact at first, just set rolled silverware in the middle of the table before grabbing menus that I tucked into the back of my apron. With a tug they come free but in doing so knock a blue and white walking stick or something to the floor that was propped next to the booth.

Rolling my eyes, I mutter under my breath and stoop to pick it back up and then start shoving menus into the hands of these blonde strangers. One, two, and after a couple tries finally the guy closest to me grips it. Pay attention asshole. Oh you’ve got to be kidding me? When I look at him he has on sunglasses. Nice. Hungover and wasting my time.

With a huff I grab my notepad and without looking up I take their drink orders.

Scribbling them down and anxiously clicking my pen I ask, “Okay the menu is pretty small do  you guys see anything you like?”

At their silence I look up to see two of the men staring at me with open mouths, but also kind of glancing at the youngest one, the one closest to me near my hip. I just stare back until I hear him chuckle softly to my left which gets my attention.

Keep reading

You’ve always hated your power to reveal people true opinions of each other- it got your parents divorced, after all. But after jokingly using the power at a work party while drunk, you realize your spouse utterly loathes you. But your worst enemy, an asshole coworker- loves you unconditionally.

Ooooooo could be good!

Late Submissions!

Everlark Fic Exchange, Springtime Edition 2021

We all know how hard it is to find the time to write. So, we’ve decided to keep the submission box open for a little bit longer!

The Everlark Fic Exchange will be taking submissions for fics/artwork until Sun, April 18.

Yes, that’s right! You have one more week to finish your projects.

We’ll save everything that comes between now and then. All late submissions will be posted during the weekend (April 17 and 18).

Feeling inspired? Think you can manage a fic in a week? We still have some prompts. Click here to see our most updated list.

Don’t forget to follow @everlarkficexchange to stay on top of any and all news!

Thank you, @alwayseverlark​ for our beautiful banner. ❤️

Whew!!!! I still have five I'm working on. I was ready to submit sneak peeks. Thank you mods!