pease do where Harry took her v card last night and the morning after like when shes bleeding and harry being really caring and protective
Warnings: mentions of the deed, cursing, fluff<3
—————————The morning after————————
Y/n sat up in the empty bed, the bed where her Innocence had been taken the night prior, her T-shirt and his boxers where the only things clad on her body, her hair felt scruffy, and her bones definitely had an ache.
Flashbacks to evening before y/n wasn’t sure she’s felt so many butterflies and flutters in her stomach in one night.
Her mind kept going back to the way his hands roamed her body, they way his forearms would be either side of her head, he was just so Devine.
“What’s on your pretty mind?” Said a voice throwing her out of thought.
Harry entered the room placing a cup of water on her bedside table and a kiss to the top of her head.
“Y’alrigh?” He asks plopping down next to her.
“Mmm” she smiled, taking a sip of her water
She leaned her head on his bicep which further elevated her comfort, he pressed another kiss in return.
“Want me to run y’bath” he asked
“Yes please, and can y’add some of that lavender stuff, will help with my legs” she bashfully admitted.
“Y’legs?, y’in pain?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing and now moving to look at her.
“Just a Bit achy, just how is is H, don’t panic”
“M’sorry love, was as slow and gentle as I could be” he muttered into her hair
“You were amazing” he added
A red colour stained her cheeks as he continued to utter these words and pressing kisses to her like there’s no tomorrow.
“Want that bath?” He offered again.
“Yes please”
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Y/n slowly made her way towards the bathroom, though standing up was definitely a challenge.
“Shit” she winced standing up from the bed.
“Slowly love” Harry said, gently putting a hand on the low of her back to guide her.
Once y/n got into the tub Harry thought this was an ideal time to properly clean the bed and change the sheets.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t overthinking last night, was he too rough? Was she okay? Did he check on her enough?
Y/n sat in the tub and seeing her red raw inner thighs made her let out a small chuckle at the memory of the night before, it somewhat felt surreal that her virginity was taken by someone who she adored so much, Harry shew her so much love and attention that it made her heart race 10x much.
“Y’okay beauty” Harry called from the bedroom, knocking y/n from her reminiscing.
“Yes love, come sit with me” she answered.
Normally y/n was a very private and shy individual, but there was something Harry carried with him that radiates safety and comfort and after the previous night his words made her feel so beautiful.
Without a word he presses a kiss to her forehead and proceeds to sit on the closed toilet Sid which sat next to the tub.
Y/n loved admiring the beauty that was her boyfriend, her eyes drunk him all in and enjoyed it thoroughly.
“Thank you for last night” Harry admits knocking the train out of her mind.
“Harry” she began
“Thank you, you treated me lovely” she stressed wanting it to get through his head.
“S’jus, such a vulnerable moment and you shared y’first with me” he smiles.
“And there’s no one else I would’ve rathered” she said looking directly at him.
“Love”
“S’true” she sighed.
“Y’gonna make blush n shit” he chortled.
“That’s because your just a big sap” y/n teased
A moment of comfortable silence washed over them enjoying the bliss of simply just each others company.
“Love?” Harry asked.
“Hmm”
“Was last night painful?” He asked his green eyes filling with slight concern
“Harry-“ she started.
“Y/n” he answered a slight more serious and deeper tone.
“Baby, only a teeny bit it’s normal, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bleed slightly in the bathroom after but it’s so normal Harry-“
But he wouldn’t take that.
“What?” He asked eyes pinching closed and tighter as each word rolled off her tongue
“Baby stop beating yourself up-“
“I made you fucking bleed?”
“Harry listen to me”
Clearly lost in his own brain overthinking the worst things ever.
“It’s normal, before you I was a virgin it’s fine, harry it’s not your fault you didn’t cause anything, hell it didn’t even hurt, m’used to periods and much worse love so stop letting your brain win”
Harry looked up at her, her beautiful eyes and face were the death of him.
“Fuck love” he said quick to move off of the toilet lid and kneel beside the tub to level with her face.
“I love you so much Harry, your the best boyfriend, I felt so safe, so loved in your arms last night, as sickly as that sounds” she quietly said while studying his features.
“I love you y/n, I never want to hurt you, cause ya pain ever ever ever” he rambled.
“I know silly, now gimme a kiss you big sap” y/n requested.
A kiss she received.
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I think it would be really funny if Astarion and Tav’s daughter was practicing her bites and pickpocketing on the two of them, respectively. Astarion reacts very theatrically to her shallow bites, while Tav can feel her in their pockets and is torn between letting her go or stopping her and teaching her how to improve. No Ancunín is going to grow up being a half-rate pickpocket!
oh, absolutely. tav is not having it.
while wholly empathic towards their daughter's endeavours, they're - as you've said - not having any ancunín growing up into a half-rate pickpocket. it just wouldn't do.
a click of the tongue and a tilt of the head. youngling freezing in fear at being caught.
the fact I've caught you should tell you everything you need to know, little dove.
astarion is summoned into the room and enters with all the swagger of an expert. runs through the basics once more, crouching to demonstrate sleight of hand techniques and comforting the little one as her bottom lip begins to wobble. suggests a pivot to practicing another ancunín trademark trait.
he settles on the longseat and beckons her to his lap, tapping at his arm and inviting her to try finding the veins with her incisors - though each only about as sharp as a butter knife - determined to improve on something today.
and it happens. she catches the pulse and latches.
the yowl from astarion is startling.
you whip your head round to check on the duo and see him positively brimming with laughter, whining repeatedly as the dhampling gnaws at the flesh in an attempt to break the skin. brings the back of his other hand to his forehead in feigned nausea. begs her to stop as she giggles against the flesh.
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I saw that post about you feeling down on your art lately and decided it best to say something cause anon was honestly so real with you being an inspiration.
It was legit your art that made me want to pick drawing back up after I abandoned it for months. I was feeling low looking at my old works and thought it was a waste of time. But then a few weeks back I went to look through twist content and found myself laughing at the jokes and admiring the cute art and wishing I could learn to draw like you.
I mean when I look at your art is see great poses, unique character builds, and smooth art. It’s all very lovely!
So I picked up some books and YouTube tutorials to start practicing things like anatomy a bit more and such to hopefully improve on my stuff. That reignited fire is largely because of you. So thank you! I hope that you get a bit of that creative fire back too and you don’t feel low about your art, it’s really wonderful content you post! I look forward to seeing your future works!
anon, I am crying right now, no joke. this is SO sweet and SO amazing to hear; there have been people like that for me, and I am honored to be one of those people for you. 💚💚💚
one of the things I try to remember when I feel really bad about myself and my art is that drawing is just...fun! the process of drawing is really fun! even if the outcome isn't what I wanted it to be, I try to let myself enjoy the actual act of making it, because that's worth something on its own!
...hopefully that makes sense! and if not, may I offer you this gif in your honor:
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I was thinking about your posts about Martha + Thomas coming back and disapproving of Bruce's kids / lifestyle and him having to choose between them.
And idk if someone has already said this BUT JUST all the kids thinking that of course Bruce would choose his parents. It's obvious. He loves them so much and his entire life has wished for them back. The kids were just a product of his grief and now that the sources of the grief are back, there's no way Bruce would choose to keep them. Especially after all the individual problems and strains in each of their relationships with Bruce, and when a few of them aren't even adopted.
And the choice is equally as obvious for Bruce. Those are his parents, yes, the ones he's thought of all his life, the ones he's built a legacy off, shaped his entire life around. But those are his children. HIS. The ones he found, helped, loved, raised. It hurts that his parents can't see his love for them, but he's fought against the world for his children ever since he took in a circus kid years ago and introduced him to high society as his son. He's spent years carving out a place for his kids in the world and that's not going to stop now that two strangers that he remembers as his parents have joined the critics. The most vivid memory from his childhood, the one he's learnt the most from is where his parents gave their all, gave their lives for their child. Why would he, after seeing that, not do the same for his own?
THE MISCOMMUNICATION OF BRUCE NOT BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS AND THE KIDS NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THEM UGH I can't I have so many thoughts
Also, I love your fics sm 🙏🙏 thank you for all your effort!!
This^^^^ so much! Someone needs to write this fic pleaseeeee
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