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[lifesizehysteria]

Breathless | An AdamsFoster Fic

#elitewritingchallenge Entry number 8

Prompt: (Day 11) “The road has taken us here…”

A/N: This is the letter that Lena wrote to Stef in 5x18 for her assignment at the couples retreat. Lena said she went a little more romantic so I tried to do that without losing the sexual nature of the assignment.

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My Dearest Stef,

The first time you kissed me, you took my breath away. I had never felt anything like it before and at the time, I was sure that I would never feel it again. I was convinced it was a once-in-a-lifetime feeling but you proved me wrong. Ever since, you have continued to take it away from me in a million different ways that I never see coming but that always feel just as good as that very first time.

Sometimes it happens when you make me laugh so hard I can’t breathe. Sometimes it’s when you wink at me from across the room, or I catch you gazing at me — your love unguarded because you think I’m not looking. It happens when you kiss my neck, when your fingers slip beneath the hem of my skirt, when you whisper in my ear just how badly you want me, and when you carry me to the bed to show me that you mean it. I know it sounds cliche and you’ll think I’m just being sentimental, but every day, you take my breath away. Even now, more than a decade after that very first time, you still take it with every single kiss.

The thing is, somewhere along the way, I started taking it for granted. My love for you and the way you make me feel, it’s stronger than it’s ever been but as much as I’d love to, I can’t let it consume me. If I did, life would stop and we wouldn’t have everything we’ve built together. We wouldn’t be where we are and I’m so grateful for the life we’ve created as we travel this road together. I’ve realized that when I lose my breath, it’s you sweeping me away. And after a moment, I have to force myself to inhale just so that life can keep going. Unfortunately, in my effort to keep from drowning in your love, I’ve let myself get used to it, instead of appreciating its magnificence. And it truly is magnificent.

No road is without bumps or treacherous curves, and we’ve traveled our share together. But we’ve done it hand-in-hand and the road has taken us here — still together, still strong, still standing. There is nowhere I’d rather be than beside you, taking this journey and still losing my breath every mile along the way.

This is supposed to be an X-rated letter detailing our past sex life together. But rather than looking back, I’m much more interested in what lies ahead. We have all night together. Why waste it reminiscing when we could spend it losing ourselves in each other? So please, Stef. Come. And let me take your breath away.

Forever Yours,

Lena

[gxnerva]

30 day elite writing challenge — day seven 8/28

- eyelashes

- falling for a friend

- “i thought you were dead”

title: eyelashes

pairing: drarry

summary: draco angrily confronts harry about the appalling collection of dark eyelashes he finds in his bed.

word count: 762

warnings: none

“Potter. Since I know you never learned manners as a child, I thought I’d give you a little lesson.”

Harry righted himself with a jolt, turning towards the common room door. He’d dozed off in an armchair before the fire with a book in his lap — he hadn’t truly been reading it, only staring blankly at the same sentence, struggling to keep his eyes open. The previous night had been long; now he was so exhausted that he’d slept through lunch.

Normally he’d have come up with a smart remark to Malfoy’s rude greeting, but found that his wits weren’t quite enough about him. Harry only demanded, “What are you on about, Malfoy?”

“I’m talking about your poor behavior as a guest in someone else’s room,” Malfoy said pretentiously as he crossed the room and came to stand over Harry’s chair. Harry noticed with no small amount of envy that Draco looked quite well rested, carrying himself straight and tall without a hint of a bag beneath his eye.

“And what, exactly, have I done to your room?” Harry asked as he glared up at the other boy. “Have I eaten all your scones, or spilled a dab of wine on your fine tablecloth?”

Harry had slept the night in Draco’s dormitory the previous night, tucked up beside him in bed with the curtains drawn around them. Harry had gone down to return a rather expensive looking quill he’d seen Draco drop in the corridor earlier that day. As he made to return to his own dormitory, Draco had caught him by the arm and begged him to stay with a panicked look about him, then rather detachedly told Harry he’d been having nightmares and couldn’t sleep on his own. Harry had obliged, but laid awake while Draco slept.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter.” Malfoy snapped, lifting his chin so as to peer down his nose. He’d forgone cutting his hair for the past several months and his clothes had grown shabby and tattered, but he didn’t seem to have any trouble looking poised and assertive.

“What’ve I done, then? Do you plan to tell me, or shall I go back to my nap?”

Harry was growing quickly irritated. He’d spent the night awake so Malfoy could sleep soundly, and now his desperate attempts at catching a few short winks during the day were being thwarted as well.

Finally, Malfoy exclaimed, “You’ve gone and left your eyelashes in my bed!”

For a moment Harry stared blankly at the boy hovering above him. “My….eyelashes?”

“Yes, your eyelashes!”

Harry was sure he had gone entirely mad, because certainly one couldn’t leave their eyelashes behind for someone else to find. As he gazed in stupefied wonder at Draco, however, he thrust his hand into the pocket of his robes, drew out a small glass vial, and handed it agitatedly to Harry. Indeed, there were six or seven fine, dark eyelashes clinging together at the bottom of the glass.

“So...you’ve collected these from your sheets and brought them to me as evidence that my manners are horrid?” Harry asked slowly, now feeling slightly amused. Draco looked so formidably annoyed with him, standing as he was with his chest puffed out and his nose in the air over a few eyelashes, it was comical.

Draco had begun to pace before Harry now, staring angrily at the jar of eyelashes so that his own eyes crossed a bit. He was ranting, “Of course I have, Potter. What do you take me for? The sort of person who just finds another blokes eyelashes in his bed and just forgets about it?”

“I’d have to say I take most people for that sort,” Harry told him, and Draco shot him a look. “Fine. You had best know that the reason my eyelashes were left in your bed is presumably because I spent the night rubbing my eyes furiously to keep awake. You know, to make sure you stayed asleep.”

That arrested Draco in the path he’d been wearing back and forth in the carpet. He turned slowly to face Harry, a barely concealed look of surprise etched across his slim features.

“Well, fine then,” he spluttered, a hot blush creeping up his neck like a vine. “Just…take your eyelashes with you next time you go.”

Harry snorted, wearing a bemused grin, and folded one leg over the other. “Next time you need an excuse to speak to me, Malfoy, you might try a simple ‘hello’ as opposed to shouting at me about how I’ve misplaced my eyelashes.”

[oneyanderegirl]

9/16/2018 5 AMs (A.L.)

[praggya1993]

Taking a deep breath

I exhale my past

But sometimes

Also let its pollution

create a dense

gray smog

All around me

Through which

I'm singularly unable

to propell myself

To move further

Than the point

Where i'm currently standing

With a dismal expression

On my face

Hopelessly wondering

Where did i go wrong

This time

Why me

[salovie]

Leave a hopeful light

to burn for more than the moths—

you’ll beckon me too.

[young7711]

Hogwarts Battle [Fred Weasley]

Day 4 of the Elite Writing Challenge

Author’s note: Fred’s death broke my heart the most, this is my first ever Harry Potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it’s characters, gif not mine

Prompt: Reunion hug, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

The battle of Hogwarts was over. Harry Potter won and Lord Voldemort lost. Everyone was crying either because they lost loved ones or because they didn’t. Shouting was heard all throughout as people were trying to find one another.

A group of red heads were crowded around one of their own.

Fred Weasley grabs his head and groans. He sits up from his position on the ground in the great hall and his family laughs with joy and relief that he was ok.

Mrs. Weasley pulls Fred into a tight hug. “You scared all of us!”

Fred sees his brother, George, beside Mum. “What happened, mate?”

George grins at Fred, happy that his twin is alive. “Someone broke a chuck of the wall and it hit your head really hard.”

Fred grins. “Wicked.”

Fred’s eyes travel around the circle of battered and bruised people around him. He frowns. Something wasn’t right.

Fred furrows his eyebrows. “Where’s my girlfriend? Where’s y/n?”

All the other Weasley’s look around at each other guiltily. No one thought to check on you as everyone was so worried that Fred wouldn’t make it.

Ron scratches the back of his head. “None of us has seen y/n in ages.”

Before Ron even finishes his sentence, Fred is already getting up from where he was still sitting on the floor.

“No, Fred!” Mrs. Weasley says, trying to get him to lay back down. “You are not well!”

Fred breaks his grip from here and turns around to speak, but not before furiously blinking his eyes as he is lightheaded. “Y/n is the love of my life. You can’t just tell me not to look for her!”

Percy steps forward. “I’ll help you look for y/n.”

Mr. Weasley clears his throat. “We all will.”

After that, everyone dispersed and goes their separate ways to look for him - except for George who searches with Fred.

Fred and George go through the wreckage, taking turns hollaring, “Y/n!”

15 minutes goes by and they almost give up when Fred hears her.

“Fred!”

Fred turns around to see the girl he was beginning to think he’d lost forever.

Y/n is pretty bloodied and she has to lean up against a wall to keep herself from falling over, but she’s alive and that’s all that matters.

“Y/n!” Fred shouts joyously and starts running toward her.

Y/n starts jogging toward Fred, although it’s more like hobbling because she had twisted her ankle.

Y/n and Fred crash into each other’s arms and holds on to one another as tightly as they can as if the other could disappear at any second.

Fred pulls away and holds both of Y/n’s cheeks in his hands. “I was so scared that you were gone.”

Y/n grins. “You can’t lose me that easily, Weasley.”

Fred pulls Y/n into another hug. “Good because I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

[mleighsquickspot]

Rain

Rounds of roaming thunder accent the many drops as they fall from the sky

Another bolt of lightning flashing in the distance yet you feel the electric charge in the moist air

Images of thunder heads appear and disappear as the clouds constantly shift formations in an omonious fashion

Nature's show of giving life as well as taking it in such a needed form of lush destruction

image: Storm To Dump Rain On Foster City Before Slight Break | Foster City ...PatchStorm 

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.

[ginniewheezie]

Elite Writing Challenge

Day 10

Prompt: regret

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if I have

a single regret

in this lifetime

it’s not loving you

sooner.