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Before Passing Your Interview at the United Nations #15

The Final Countdown: Pre-Interview Prep for the UN

As your United Nations interview approaches, the preparation you do now can set you apart from the competition. Our latest video, "Before Passing Your Interview at the United Nations," offers a treasure trove of preparation tactics that go beyond the basics.

Discover the nuances of UN interviews, how to showcase your experiences in sync with the UN's goals, and the pivotal steps to take as your interview day looms. It’s not just about answering questions; it’s about embodying the principles that the UN stands for.

Get ready to enter your UN interview with poise and preparation on your side.

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[fatoam232]

A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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Les escribo con gran pesar. Pedí a alguien que creara una campaña de recaudación de fondos para mis hijos, para que pudiéramos sobrevivir a los bombardeos y el hambre. Se recaudó un total de $4,531. Desafortunadamente, los fondos nunca me llegaron😭, ya que fui yo quien cerró la campaña sin entregar el dinero. Este dinero no era solo para mí; era la esperanza de mis hijos de tener algo de comer para alimentarse en estas duras circunstancias. A pesar de la decepción y la traición, no he perdido la fe en sus corazones compasivos. Hoy💔 empiezo desde cero... con la única esperanza de que me apoyarán. Yo misma he creado una nueva campaña de recaudación de fondos💔 y les ruego que me ayuden de nuevo y compartan este enlace con la mayor cantidad de personas posible🫂. Ustedes son nuestra última esperanza.🙏❤️

[unjobaid]

UN Job Openings 17-27 October 2023

Never give up when applying to a job

Trades Instructor (Auto Repair)- Fixed Term Contract- For Internal and External candidates- Kalandia Training Center (KTC)- Grade,Level : RLG-11Job ID : 212520Job Network : Economic, Social and DevelopmentJob Family : EducationDepartment/Office : United Nations Relief and Works Agency (UNRWA)Duty Station : RAMALLAHStaffing Exercise : N/APosted Date : 10/27/2023Deadline : 11/10/2023 Library or…

[astrologydray]

Underdeveloped Sun Signs in Astrology: The Shadow Side of Each Zodiac

Aries (March 21 – April 19)

Underdeveloped Aries acts like an impulsive toddler. Impulsive tantrums when they don’t get their way. Rushes into everything without thinking — relationships, careers, fights. Egotistical hero complex: Wants to “save” or “fight” even when nobody asked. Fear: “If I’m not first, I’m nothing.” Learning patience, strategy, and that strength isn’t loudness.

Taurus (April 20 – May 20)

Underdeveloped Taurus becomes a stubborn couch potato. Terrified of change, even when it’s necessary. Materialistic to the point of emptiness — obsessed with luxury but emotionally hollow. Lazy loyalty: stays in toxic friendships and jobs just because they’re familiar. Fear: “If I change, I’ll lose everything. Learning that true security comes from within, not outside comforts.

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

Underdeveloped Gemini is a chaotic trickster. Talks a lot, says very little — empty words for attention. Chronic liar or exaggerator — reinvents themselves for every crowd. Easily bored, so leaves projects, people, and promises half-finished. Fear: “If I stay still too long, I’ll become irrelevant.” Mastering focus, integrity, and depth of thought.

Cancer (June 21 – July 22)

Underdeveloped Cancer is emotionally manipulative. Weaponizes emotions to guilt-trip others. Hyper-clingy, needs constant reassurance. Dwells endlessly in the past, unable to move forward. Fear: “If I’m not needed, I’m nobody.” Building emotional resilience and healthy detachment.

Leo (July 23 – August 22)

Underdeveloped Leo craves applause like oxygen. Attention-seeking theatrics: will create drama just to stay center stage. Arrogant and dismissive: believes they’re better than others without earning it. Validation addict: self-worth rises and falls with others’ opinions. Fear: “If I’m not adored, I don’t exist. Shining with genuine confidence instead of seeking hollow validation.

Virgo (August 23 – September 22)

Underdeveloped Virgo is a relentless critic. Nitpicks everyone and everything — including themselves. Paralyzed by perfectionism: won’t start projects unless they’re guaranteed to be flawless. Passive-aggressively resentful when others don’t meet their impossible standards. Fear: “If things aren’t perfect, they’re worthless.” Embracing compassion, flexibility, and trust in imperfection.

Libra (September 23 – October 22)

Underdeveloped Libra loses themselves in others. Chameleon syndrome: changes personality to fit whoever they’re with. Conflict avoidant to a toxic degree — will let problems fester rather than address them. People-pleaser at the cost of personal truth. Fear: “If I rock the boat, I’ll be alone. Developing authentic boundaries and courageous self-expression.

Scorpio (October 23 – November 21)

Underdeveloped Scorpio is a vengeful puppet master. Secretive to the point of paranoia — trusts no one, not even themselves. Manipulative power games: emotionally blackmails and tests loyalty constantly. Consumes itself with jealousy and grudges like poison. Fear: “If I’m vulnerable, I’ll be destroyed.” Learning trust, forgiveness, and the power of transformative vulnerability.

Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

Underdeveloped Sagittarius is a reckless preacher. Preaches wisdom they don’t live. Blind optimism: refuses to acknowledge problems until it’s too late. Irresponsible escapist: runs from anything that feels “too heavy” or limiting. Fear: “If I stay too long, I’ll be trapped.” Learning commitment, honest humility, and deeper wisdom beyond adventure.

Capricorn (December 22 – January 19)

Underdeveloped Capricorn is a cold-hearted climber. Sees people as stepping stones instead of relationships. Emotionally cut off: treats vulnerability like weakness. Obsessed with status but feels chronically empty even at the top. Fear: “If I’m not successful, I’m worthless.” Finding soulful success and reconnecting with emotional integrity.

Aquarius (January 20 – February 18)

Underdeveloped Aquarius is a detached rebel without a cause. Rebels for rebellion’s sake, not for real change. Emotionally aloof — treats feelings like an annoying glitch in the system. Thinks they’re intellectually superior and looks down on “common” people. Fear: “If I conform, I lose my uniqueness. Embracing true human connection and grounded activism.

Pisces (February 19 – March 20)

Underdeveloped Pisces is a lost dreamer. Escapes reality into fantasy, addiction, or martyrdom. Lacks boundaries and becomes a sponge for other people’s emotions and problems. Plays victim instead of claiming their power. Fear: “If I face the real world, I’ll be crushed.” Becoming a grounded visionary who can manifest dreams into reality.

[grison-in-space]

Where children worked outside the home, conditions were no better. In 1900, 120,000 children worked in Pennsylvania mines and factories; most of them had started work by age eleven. In Scranton a third of the girls between the ages of thirteen and sixteen worked in the silk mills in 1904. In New York, Boston, and Chicago, teenagers worked long hours in textile factories and frequently died in fires or industrial accidents. Children made up 23.7 percent of the 36,415 workers in southern textile mills around the turn of the century. When reformer Marie Van Vorse took a job at one in 1903, she found children as young as six or seven working twelve-hour shifts. At the end of the day, she reported, “They are usually beyond speech. They fall asleep at the tables, on the stairs; they are carried to bed and there laid down as they are, unwashed, undressed; and the inanimate bundles of rags so lie until the mill summons them with its imperious cry before sunrise.” By the end of the nineteenth century, shocked by the conditions in urban tenements and by the sight of young children working full-time at home or earning money out on the streets, middle-class reformers put aside nostalgia for “harnessed” family production and elevated the antebellum model once more, blaming immigrants for introducing such “un-American” family values as child labor. Reformers advocated adoption of a “true American” family—a restricted, exclusive nuclear unit in which women and children were divorced from the world of work.

Stephanie Coontz, The Way We Never Were (2016 ed.)

This is why we got the doctrine of separate spheres in the first place, by the way; it wasn't that no one was working or capable of work outside the home, but rather it was a reaction to women and children laboring in horrifically exploitative conditions that often condemned them to early deaths.

Sure sounds like the modern tradwife movement to me. And yet the doctrine of separate spheres improved nothing in terms of material wellbeing for the women who lived it; instead, lack of access to paid work with external bosses—even highly exploitative and unrewarding paid work!—means that women unlucky enough to wind up in an abusive or even simply undesired marriage have no other way to support themselves without a husband's income.

Our material working conditions have been better because of labor rights movements that instead seek to make work itself better, and working women benefit from those as much as men do—and in some cases, more—when women are able to apply those movements to our own paid work. (That is, when unions — which have sometimes been available only to some workers, because the trick about populist organizing is that sexism, racism, etc. have often been very popular — act in solidarity with all workers, their gains protect women by producing avenues out of domestically exploitative situations.)

Something to think about. I'll be off whistling Bread and Roses, me, and thinking about @nonasuch who was the reason I learned the song almost a decade ago.

[berrystainedsue]

here we go, the largest category! you can find the rest of the posts under the tag 'grapejuicebluesrry 2024 fic rec'.

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From This Moment On (52K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

Louis Tomlinson needs a tour photographer, and he thinks he's found the one in the mysterious H on Instagram.

Harry Styles swore he'd never do tour photography again - that is, until he did.

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The World Outside Is Bigger Than Me (60K) by Ioudloudlove

A university sweetheart AU where Harry and Louis haven't spoken for years after a bad break up. But seeking shelter from a storm, Louis unwittingly finds himself on Harry's doorstep…

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Feels Like Snow In September (75K) by louisismycat (tiflamomet) | @liminalkitty369

A mysterious teenager shows up at Louis' door claiming to be his daughter...with an omega he hasn't seen in 16 years, whom believes their secret love child to be dead.

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I'll Be Home For Christmas (62K) by lovelarry10 | @chloehl10

Harry's life seems to be going well. He has a great job working at Festive Furnishings, he has an amazing three year old son called Danny, and his favourite time of the year is approaching. Just as Harry thinks everything is finally going to plan, he finds out that he is going to be losing his home just before Christmas.

Louis Tomlinson is happy enough with his lot. He's the CEO of a company he started years ago, Festive Furnishings, he has great colleagues, especially his assistant Harry, and he has the best nephew in the world. But the thing is, Louis is lonely. He has a beautiful house but it's too quiet, especially at this time of year. Not that he'd admit that to anyone.

While struggling to find somewhere warm and safe for himself and Danny to stay, Harry makes a decision that might just change the course of everything... and bring himself and Louis closer together as well…

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you came into my life (57K) by disgruntledkittenface | @disgruntledkittenface

They stand around talking for a minute and then Jonathan starts to ramble, “Has there ever been, like, an unrequited gay love story in here? Like a Brokeback Mountain moment where, like, someone just fell in love and they didn’t mean to?”

Louis feels bile rise in his throat as Jonathan’s eyes sparkle, pleading for a yes. He manages to look around and see thoughtful looks on his coworkers’ faces before their heads shake no.

“Not here,” Liam says finally.

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

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Tangled in your love and light (95K) by likelarry | @likelarryfics

Harry doesn't have time for romance or finding an Alpha between balancing work, studying and looking after his daughter, Bella.

Enter Louis Tomlinson who's a romantic sweet Alpha, determined to win the omegas heart and turns Harry's whole world upside down, making him question everything he's ever wanted and known.

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Wither & Bloom (65K) by The_Dizzy_Pixie

No one knows that legendary Harry Styles is an omega. The record label, the fans, and even his family have no idea, leading to a very isolated and very lonely life for Harry. He knows it's for the best. Otherwise, he'd never have the career he wanted and he contents himself in the knowledge that he's not the only one. But when Harry injures his voice during a performance, his manager hires a new vocal coach to help put him to rights. Cue Louis Tomlinson, the sweetest, sexiest, kindest alpha in the world, stepped right out of Harry's dizziest daydreams. While Louis tries to figure out why there's something so incredibly un-alpha-like about 'Alpha-King of Pop' Harry Styles, Harry is busy trying to control his omega's undeniable urge to throw himself at the object of his infatuation.

Amid an accidental misgendering, getting slick in public, tour bus snuggles with awkward boners, and unprovoked drops, Harry will have to choose whether he wants to keep living a lie for the sake of remaining in the spotlight or if he'll sacrifice everything to be with the man he loves... Assuming Louis ever comes back.

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discover more fics under the cut!

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Men are shit (77K) by Darling28 | @darling-28

Welcome to Louisland. Here you'll find fluffy socks, chaos and always enough alcohol to toast the fact that all men are shit.

Louis actually just wanted a cosy evening. When suddenly an unknown curly-haired man appears on his doorstep and mistakes him for his husband's affair. Nobody would have guessed that this would lead to a deep friendship and love.

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i would know you from touch alone (72K) by staybeautiful | @harruandlou

The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

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The Pros and Cons of Breathing (81K) by HelloLovers13

Omega Harry has always known he'd be married off someday. It's to be expected, given his station. So his betrothal to Prince Louis comes as no surprise. While he's nervous about leaving his home, and the life and people he knows, he's still hopeful for a good match and a happy marriage.

But when Louis avoids him at all costs, and is downright cruel to him at times, it leaves Harry trying to make sense of his new life alone.

Can he find happiness - and a home - even in a broken marriage?

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No Going Back (56K) by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right?

This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

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sunshine, baby! (106K) by staybeautiful | @harruandlou

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.

He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.

“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”

He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

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Christmas Always Finds Me (56K) by lovelarry10 | @chloehl10

Harry blinked slowly, realisation dawning on him. “Gemma, no…”

“Keira can’t stay. Her sister just had a baby, and she’s got a train booked. Harry, I wouldn’t ask if I had another choice, but I need you to take Logan…”

“Gemma! My fucking holiday… you know I’ve been looking forward to it, and so has Lou…”

“I know, Harry, I really do. And I’ll pay for another one, I promise. You can pick anywhere you like, somewhere better than bloody Magaluf, but believe me, I wouldn’t ask if I had an alternative. I’m so sorry.”

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Harry and Louis have big plans for Christmas. Neither is into the idea of celebrating, so they book a holiday to sunnier climes. However, fate has other plans in the form of Harry's ten month old nephew Logan…

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True Colours (90K) by Darling28 | @darling-28

Harry has everything he wanted for now; his own yoga studio in London and hardly any contact with his family. Yes, he's a bit lonely, but that's okay.

It's better than having a new participant who disrupts the class with his swearing and brings down Harry's beautifully constructed self-image with his bum in those tight leggings.

It's a hard road to self-acceptance and breaking free from the shackles of the past, but Louis is always by his side. Until Harry suddenly wants more and everything is once again on the brink of collapse.

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Written In The Stars? (50K) by unscattered_horizons

Niall is a writer. Well, technically he's a bar tender who's working towards the day when he pays the bills with his poetry. But for now, he works late and writes in the afternoon before his shifts, and shares a flat with his friend, Shawn. They were strangers before they lived together, but now they're inseparable.

His other friends from uni don't live far, and Louis and H have a kid now. Niall's in no rush to follow in their footsteps. He's happy with his life.

But he has a side job writing horoscopes for an online magazine, because London is expensive and he needs the cash. Niall may not realise it, but some of the horoscopes reveal more about his heart than he's ready to acknowledge. Niall's side gig might prove to be a catalyst for an entirely new life, one he didn't even know he wanted until it was staring right back at him, waiting for him to take a chance and trust his instincts.

OR

What I've been calling the horoscope fic. Inspired by a Tumblr post.

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Together unfold (71K) by marcythesassykitten | @marcythesassykitten

“Oh you’re gonna die, Andrew Scott can use me as a doormat and I’d say thank you.”

The group eyed him in silence and as Harry’s wide gaze flickered across the surprised faces, he stuttered to continue.

“I–I’m not, like, into that in, like, a kinky way I– though there’s nothing wrong if people like that! I’m just saying that I don’t want people to walk on me or, like, clean their shoes on my face because what if they’d stepped on something nasty and I just have to lie there and take it without being able to say something– or would I be allowed to say something? I guess there’d have to be some sort of safe word system in place if one were to do that because everyone should always follow SSC, or they really shouldn’t be dabbling with that world because it could be so unsafe ‘cause, like, I heard about a friend of a friend whos colleague once went to this club with a bloke on their first date and she–”

“Harry, love, take a breath for me, yeah?” Louis chuckled.

Or, the one where Louis is determined to be insecure and stubbornly lonely forever, until Harry comes along to mess up that particular plan.

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a crown of heartache (70K) by WordsInBloom28

The Royal Tail: an alpha den, a strip club, a place where secrets are concealed and consent is medicated. It’s also the place Harry has been trapped for the last three years.

Through luck or fate, Harry finds his way to Louis, a kind alpha who offers safety and comfort. After being freed from the confines of the den, Harry struggles to shake the darkness from his past.

He has a choice to make. Live in a mental prison of his own making or find the strength within himself to face his demons head on with Louis at his side.

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Shadows Come With The Pain That You're Running From (Love Was Something You've Never Heard Enough) (51K) by yrsacd

“Thanks, Ni, I guess I needed to hear that,” Harry sighed and wrapped his own arms around Niall and squeezed him tightly not caring if Liam would be mad. He missed Niall so much.

“Does it really come as a surprise to you that I’m right? Shaking my head, Haz. You should know me better,” the brunette teased. Harry giggled again.

“You know Hazza, you really are so different to all the other alphas out there. You’re soft, caring, cuddly and sweet and those damn dimples. So freaking pretty, it’s almost annoying. I would hate you if you weren’t my best friend. You’d really be a brilliant omega. Nature really did a number here,” Niall mumbled. It was his turn to smash his nose into Harry’s neck and Harry was extremely thankful for that because he wasn’t sure he had his facial expression in check at all.

Or a Band AU in which Harry isn't allowed to be who he really is and the North American Tour might bring some unexpected truths into the web of lies and also a bit of heat that has very little to do with the summer in the US.

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You're in my veins (53K) by likelarry | @likelarryfics

Louis cheats on Harry after being married for twelve years. When Louis comes clean and asks to mend their relationship, Harry doesn't think he has it in him to do it, even if he is pregnant again.

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In The Shadow of Ecstasy (52K) by abaddxns | @causticsunshine

In which HL are a happy couple that are fine with their plentiful vanilla sex... until it starts leaving something to be desired. Luckily for them, they both have the want—and the experience—to liven things up.

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Secrets in Winter (82K) by softfonds | @softfonds

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

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Late Night Talking (53K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

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Fragments of Us (94K) by ifiwasabluebird

Unknown Number: I will strip away all that you hold dear and all that you love until you have nothing left but me.

When Harry's lost cell phone falls into the hands of a mysterious stranger, his life is thrown into chaos. As the stranger begins to infiltrate every aspect of his life, Harry's relationship with Louis is put on the line. With each threatening message, Harry realises that it's not just his privacy at stake, but his very life.

Caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse, Harry must race against time to uncover the stalker's identity and stop them before it's too late.

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Homegrown (51K) by casuallyhl | @casuallyhl

“It wasn’t an easy decision, if I’m honest,” Harry admits, shoulders sagging in on himself. “Moving is really difficult. My whole life was in Manchester. But Manchester didn’t want me. Leeds did.”

“Well, Leeds is happy to have you,” Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.

Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.

Or, a gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.

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Endgame (38K) by brightgolden | @brightgolden

Harry has been told all his life how grateful he should be for being born as a male omega, and how blessed their people were because the heir to the throne would be carried by The King.

What they neglected to tell Harry was what would happen if he failed to become pregnant.

OR

Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.

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Look To The Sky (82K) by babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt

“Harry, it’s been five years,” Liam says softly, heaving an exasperated sigh. “I know it’s hard, but you need to let it go.”

“I can’t let it go.” Harry shakes his head. “He’s my husband, Ash’s father. I can’t give up on him.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on him, but you need to stop questioning them. Or trying to get your nose in places it’s not wanted.” Liam watches him. “You know you’re one of my best workers, and I can’t lose you. I’m giving you a warning now, please stop this.”

“Or what?” Harry looks at Liam. “You’ll fire me? For wanting answers to what happened to my husband?”

~.~

On the 28th January 2019, British Airways flight BA289 took off from Chile at 10:04am. The fight was due to land in London Heathrow Airport at 12:44am.

The flight was flown by experienced Captain Louis Tomlinson, accompanied by the first officer Oli Wright.

Around five hours into the flight, BA289 disappeared from air traffic controls radar, and did not arrive in Heathrow at the estimated time.

Search crews are currently looking for any signs of wreckage, but the question stands, what happened to flight BA289?

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When the Lights Go Out (79K) by thelarenttrap | @antidotetogo

“Louis, what do you have to say about how last week ended?” the reporter asks. There’s a moment of silence. Harry is looking at the reporter, but eventually gives in and looks down the table at Louis. He’s looking straight ahead, as if Harry isn’t even in the room. “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.” Harry leans forwards, placing his arms on the table and leaning onto them to get as close to his microphone as he can while looking at Louis. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Louis turns to him, his icy blue eyes meeting Harry's. “Driving is your fuckin’ job, act like it.”

In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press--on and off the track--Formula 1 has ever seen. _______________________________

aka the one where Louis and Harry are childhood friends to enemies to lovers over the course of 15 ish years.

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Baby We Could Be Enough (74K) by lovelarry10 | @chloehl10

Harry Styles has always wanted a family, but his boyfriend doesn’t. When an unexpected pregnancy leaves Harry feeling alone and terrified, he feels he has no choice but to give up his baby. He finds a family with the adoptive parents, and maybe something more.

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Louis Tomlinson and his wife, Jess, have been trying for a baby for years. Their hasty marriage after they first got pregnant has only led to a series of miscarriages that have put a strain on their already precarious relationship. When they meet a young man desperate for a home and someone to raise his child, Louis realizes that he may have been moving in the wrong direction all along.

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as a river flows (surely to the sea) (50K) by honestlylemmejust

Louis is glad there are these obnoxious green disco lights flashing, because he’s pretty sure he’s blushing a lot and he really doesn’t want anyone to notice. It’s not real; it was just a silly misunderstanding. That’s why he didn’t want this to happen, he didn’t want to know what it could be like. But as long as him and Harry don’t kiss he’s fine, even if they’re both slightly tipsy, he will not kiss his best friend.

He’s afraid if he kisses him it might give him something to miss.

(Harry and Louis are good at pretending and it takes them a few tries to realize they never have to pretend when it comes to each other.)

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come away with me (99K) by suspendrs | @suspendrs-fics

Louis had such big plans. He wanted so much out of life, and so did Amy. Now Bridget is going to grow up without a mother, and she’s always going to wonder what it would be like if this hadn’t happened. He wonders if she’ll blame him for her mother’s death as she gets older, or if she’ll understand that this is just as painful for Louis as it is for her. Louis doesn’t know how he’s going to raise her on his own, because he’s a fantastic father, yes, but he’s always been the fun parent, and Amy was in charge of the rules. He doesn’t know how to make sure Bridget has everything she needs all the time, doesn’t know how to make her favorite meal or how to do that one braid she loves to have in her hair or how to teach her to be the best person she can be. He doesn’t know how to live without Amy, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

Or, Louis has to pick up the pieces of his and his daughter's life after his wife dies, and Harry is a beautiful stranger that just wants to help.

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Terraced dreams (62K) by elleseekeepdriv

Harry Styles is the son of Anne Cox, a self made billionaire who rules the furniture business in the whole of England with ACS. She created such an empire that both her kids are set for life, becoming millionaires by the time they turned eighteen. Harry Styles is, in Louis’ opinion, everything that is wrong with people who are born into money and have never had to struggle. He seems arrogant and self-centred and looks like he’s never worked a day in his life. Louis despises him and is very shocked to learn that the rumours are actually true. Harry's bought Louis' team, the Doncaster Rovers.

“Fuck,” Louis mutters. “I’m going to make his life a living hell.”

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Say You'll Remember (93K) by whisperdlullaby

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

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ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare (i dedicate to you the highways that bring you to the sea) (87K) by me_her_themoon | @dreamersdivin-headfirst

“Simon, please. I need a break.” Louis speaks softly into the phone. "I’ve been working constantly for the past 4 years,” His voice strains.

“I suppose you’ve earned it.” Simon reluctantly sighs.

(Louis goes on hiatus for six months to a small coastal town in Italy where he doesn't expect to fall in love with the charming baker)

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Damned if I do, damned if I don’t (70K) by emmli28

Zayn and Liam have been nagging Louis for a long time, to go out with them, so one night he does, to shut them up. They take him to a club, with exotic dancers, where he finds a person who will soon turn his life upside down, in all kinds of ways.

Or the one where Louis joins Harry and his boyfriend for a threesome. That night turns his world upside down and then all hell breaks loose. Harry’s boyfriend is an asshole. Of course the story has a happy ending!

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satellite (99K) by suspendrs | | @suspendrs-fics

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

 “That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Louis needs a house. Harry offers him a home.

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In My Place (97K) by kassio

Prince Louis has it all. He's wealthy, privileged, famous, and handsome, with a loving family and a world of opportunities. There's only one problem: he isn't actually the queen's son.

Harry and Niall Horan don't have much, but they have a dream: to win the X Factor and achieve something more than their normal middle-class life.

Two dreams collide and two very different paths come together when Louis requests to meet with Harry after seeing him on the X Factor.

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Lovers in the Night (46K) by Kiwiwatermelongrapejuice | @kiwiwatermelongrapejuice

Louis mates take him to a strip club and pay for a private lap dance for him as a bit of a laugh between all the lads. What no one anticipated was the fact that Baby was going to be exactly Louis' type. Even more coincidental is that it seems the feeling is mutual.

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Wild at Heart (50K) by She_bear

Louis is a lost soul, sailing around a remote archipelago in the Philippines when he makes a surprising discovery.

A castaway fic ___________

"Like the island itself, he was a quite bewildering and ever changing landscape of beauty. Nothing was the same now Louis was here. The placid solitude to which Harry had grown accustomed had been replaced by fun and exquisite physical pleasure. By conversation, affection and connection. And with that all his peace was lost."

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Sweetest Devotion (61K) by brightgolden | @brightgolden

After his divorce, all Harry wants in life is to provide a stable, loving environment for his three-year-old daughter, Evie.

Never in his wildest dreams has he ever considered that life might come with the presence of his teenage crush — Gemma’s friend from secondary school, Louis Tomlinson.

Luckily, Harry isn’t still pining over him.

Or so he thought.

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A Night in Hollywood (71K) by Sax246

Louis Tomlinson, aged twenty-six, a world-famous actor, is at the peak of his career. When he is ensured one of the main roles of a queer rom-com, he is thrilled, even more so when he finds out his co-star is none other than the famous Harry Styles, aged twenty-four. Though, Louis quickly comes to realise Harry is only enjoyable on the screen and not in-person.

When the two get caught in a fight by paparazzi at a celebrity party, the media goes crazy, and they are forced into a PR-relationship against their will. But feelings gets tangled around and want overcomes the hatred between them, and soon something new begins to blossom between the two stars.

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Lend Me Your Hand (63K) by QuickedWeen 

Society has long since decided that the soulmarks everyone is born with are entirely unfashionable. They're just another way for people of a lower class to scam their way into marrying above their station.

Lord Louis Tomlinson, Viscount Loring, on the other hand, has always believed that he will find his soulmate one day. Despite preparing for a match his whole life, he is entirely unprepared for the arrival of Gemma Styles' younger brother.

Harry Styles has been traveling and away from society for over a year. Coming back, he intends to spend time with his sister, and slowly reacquaint himself with life in town. He doesn't need to wait around for a soulmark to determine how his life will play out.

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Face Your Fears (92K) by SadaVeniren | @sadaveniren

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

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Maybe It's Heaven (81K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation When Harry Styles finds himself forced to go home for Christmas, the last thing he expects is to fall in love.

But then he meets Louis Tomlinson … again.

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Allegiance to your burning heart (82K) by driveinbingo 

“Have you written any more new songs?”

“I have, yeah. Lately they’re just…coming out of me.”

“Are there any more about me?”

He places a hand on the back of Louis’s neck, carding his fingers through the hair there. It’s getting long again, almost the length it was when Harry left. “They’re all about you.”

*

In the ten years since he last saw his ex-boyfriend, Harry has become very rich and very famous and everything's just great, thank you very much. He definitely doesn't even think about Louis anymore. And he's certainly not going to let a ghost from his past haunt him as he embarks on the biggest tour of his career.

Except Louis always did find a way to crawl underneath his skin, didn't he?

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We Should Be Shooting For Them Stars Of Gold (77K) by babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt

To make his dream of becoming a tour photographer come true, Harry reluctantly agrees to marry his annoying ex.

Louis Tomlinson might be a big name in the music industry, but his reputation needs some polish.

Neither of them expects this to end well, but maybe a two week honeymoon in the Maldives can change everything.

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Them Butterflies (97K) by momentofclarity | @gaycousinlarry

To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.

This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.

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If You Leave Me (60K) by Wellington28

Niall has found himself alone after his long time partner left him. To cheer himself up, he adopts a puppy who quickly becomes his best friend...until she runs away, too. Now, Niall is alone again and has to navigate life without a partner - human or canine - and figure out how to move forward without the one thing he wants most - stability. Will he find that with Canada's prettiest good boy?

Despite the sad summary I promise it’s mostly fluff! Please give it a chance 💜💜

-or-

the ace Shiall puppy fic

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Eternal Summer (65K) by j_klmnop

After the death of his estranged father, Harry makes the trip from London to Naples, Italy to say his goodbyes. He has seven days before the funeral and since he's on summer break from university, he decides to make a road trip out of it.

His carefully planned trip is thrown a loop when he meets a beautiful blue eyed hitchhiker named Louis, who is trying to escape his controlling family. With no destination in mind— just the desire to get as far away as possible, Louis decides to tag along for the ride to Italy, with plans to continue on once they arrive.

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if we were butterflies (52K) by blueskiesrry | @blueskiesrry

“Is this how I used to look at you?” His hand hovers just over the collarbone of the sculpture, like he’s caught between wanting to touch and wanting to pull away, wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

Eyes stuck on Harry, unaware of anything else in the room, Louis whispers, “Something like that,” wondering now if he ever quite did it justice.

or: after recruiting harry to model for his sculptures and coming to know all his edges, louis loses him to a life more prosperous than he can provide. he finds harry again four years later.

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[series] I See Us in Black & White (70K) by Ioudloudlove

Harry Styles is just your average 20-something. He followed his soul to a new town and now he works hard as a barman and lives alone in his little house. That is until he's swept off his feet... literally.

When Harry regains consciousness, his entire world has changed. Everything that was once black and white is now flooded with colour. And the first person he sees is his soulmate...Liam.

What Harry didn't count on was Liam's best mate...Louis. What is it about him that Harry just can't let go of? Why has his entire world been turned around? And is it really possible to walk away from your soulmate to chase a dream?

Original Prompt:

soulmate au where you see the world in black-and-white until you meet your soulmate. Harry Styles meets two people at once at the moment he first sees in colour, makes the wrong choice, and falls in love with the right one anyway

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Whole Lot of History (73K) by Blue_Green28 | @bluegreen28fics

Louis and Harry have a whole lot of history. With 3 children coming out of their twelve years long marriage they are essential parts of each other's lives even though they have moved on with new partners since their divorce ten years ago. Or have they?

What happens when Harry finally gets some money to open the coffee shop he had always dreamed of and they spend more time together to plan everything? Does their love still have a chance?

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Hazelbridge (77K) by CoolCrying

Nestled in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales, the tiny town of Hazelbridge has been home to Louis and his family for generations. Heir to his grandfather's historic bookshop, Louis lives a quiet but happy life, providing a hub for the town's many queer people, and indulging his love for books. That is, until Harry Styles comes to town.

This is the story of a town and two bookshops. It's the story of a family, and two boys with very different stories, who fell in love.

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Come What May (58K) by j_klmnop

Louis didn't believe in love at first sight until he met his neighbour Harry, the gorgeous man in the apartment next door who saved lives and had a smile that made his knees weak.

Louis was determined that today was the day he would finally grow some balls and ask Harry on a date.

Until his plans were disrupted by an unexpected delivery. One that would surely ruin his chances at any kind of love life.

Or, maybe it would be just what Louis needed to bring he and Harry closer together.

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I Give My Heart For You To Heal (57K) by missyoubabycakes

"I can't believe I ever listened to Kaitlyn into agreeing on this stupid not date." He grunts loudly, making sure that Louis The Fucking Tommo listens.

"Just go back inside and read a book or something!" Louis yells back as he jumps onto his bike, angrily putting on his helmet.

"Fuck you."

Louis gives him the finger, and then he's off.

or

the one where Louis' best mate gets married to Harry's best friend, and they can't really stand each other, so what do they do when something tragic is set to change their lives?

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just find the light out (in the madness) (61K) by boyfriendstages | @boyfriendstages

Teenage sweethearts turned strangers, Harry and Louis, were the golden couple of their small town—until Louis caved to pressure and broke Harry’s heart.

A year later, Harry is focused on university, determined to move on with his life, when fate pulls them back together. Old wounds are reopened, old feelings resurface, and the last thing Harry expects is for Louis to leave him with more than heartbreak: a baby on the way.

[srbachchan]

DAY 6316

Jalsa, Mumbai May 31, 2025/June 1 Sat/Sun 1:59 am

.. at times the body takes over your disposition and delivers a dictat ..

REST .. 😴

So as obediently as I could, I submitted .. and did what श्री शरीर desired and did that ..

And then it , the body, told me who the superior was .. श्री शरीर !!

It did not however indicate to me what would follow - a lapse in what needed to be done , and others .. so what was scheduled for the day went with the abstract dreams, and put me eventually in the mode it left me in ..

😴

But before that, it gave me a lesson in the factors of time and its passage .. of the doings then and what has become of it now ..

At 83 I would have much to debate , but the platform needs a certain gravitas of expression and understanding , which I might add is a decreasing phenomena in our World of today .. along with many other ..

For .. 7.2 billion have opinions now , which are voluble, garrulous verbose and long-winded , within the range of decibel hearing for the human ear .. and more importantly the mind ..

DO NOT ever feel consumed by inferiority dear ones of our land ..

For this you must accept and know with PRIDE ..

That every 6th human in the entire World is ..

AN INDIAN !! AN INDIAN !! AN INDIAN ! 🇮🇳

WE ARE

1.4 BILLION !!!

do the maths at your own risk ..

So .. old and past times become not just valuable remembrance .. they bring the ethnic veracity of culture and integrity and the humanities of the ARTS , in reverence to the intellectual !

.. this be the moment when the two ladies by my side , daughters of a dynamic youth leader Shri Rajbans Krishna Khanna , who spent years in jail during the years that India fought for its Independence, entrusted the job of civil defense , by some of the most prominent leaders of the time, in the service of the country, shifted to Mumbai and worked with some of the most revered doyens of Cinema at the time , joined the legendary Bimal Roy as a manager of production ..

and was entrusted the job by none other than Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru , the first Prime Minister of Independent India to make a film on Buddha on his 2500th Anniversary of the Buddha's Parinibbana - the final beatitude , grace , benediction , exaltation ..

and when the time came for the translation of the English Commentary, the work was given by the GOI to Poojya Babuji .. not to give a literal translation, but to use it as a basis for a Hindi version which would have a life of its own ..

there were moments in the film where Rajbans ji wished to shoot inside the Rashtrapati Bhavan , since there was a magnificent statue of Buddha in the Bhavan .. the permission to shoot inside was an issue and I remember Babuji being asked by Rajbans ji, who were known to each other, to seek the permission from the then President Dr S Radhakrishnan, and the permission was procured ..

.. but the story is not over ..

the film was a masterpiece as reviewed by prominent critics of the time - The Times of India - pun unintended - and it was announced that the film would be India's entry at the X Festival International du Film de Cannes in 1957 ..

on the day of the screening the film was seen in pin drop silence followed by a standing thunderous applause .. and later it was announced at the time of the Winners :

Gotoma the Buddha obtient une mention exceptionnelle pour sa beauté moral et plastique à l'unanimité. Ce film est de l'Inde ..

The book I hold in my hand is titled NAMASTE CANNES - the rise of India's soft Power at the World's Premiere Film Festival

The book contains the most vivid descriptions in several chapters of Cinema and Cannes during the years and lovers of the finest Cinema should make it a pertinent read ..

One of the chapters is called Gotama The Buddha - Rajbans Khanna and is on Pg #120 ..

The lady on the right with the grey hair is Malvika , a prominent writer and senior journalist, now retired .. and on the left Devieka a dear friend of the family - their countenance filled with immense pride for their Father , Rajbans Khanna ji

.. it be now the hour of dictat , 3:11 am ..

and the time to 😴

Amitabh Bachchan

[xoxopuffsz]

I have a request if it piques your interest; Yuu!reader who takes a break during book 7 and snaps dream Rook out of it by... physical means of you're catching my drift.

AN: I’m so sorry for being away so long every1!!! I was super busy, and forgot completely about the pending requests, I’m very sorry, enjoy this short little thing I’ll leave for you guys at the moment! With love, Koko.

Warning - Rook Hunt (Dream Ver.) x Fem!Reader, Mature themes, sex, p in v, etc. MDNI!

——————————- ＾＿ －）≡★

This dream was so.. confusing. You didn’t know what happened. You didn’t know why you were awake but you have actually stumbled onto a version of Rook that didn’t.. look like him at the same time. You weren’t awake.

it’s a dream.

You tried convincing him to break out of this reality, to go back to the real world to help you fight against Malleus, and bring back everyone.

but.. he refused. You didn’t know what else to do. So, you silently sat by the lonely school well, it felt horrible, this loneliness. How could you even influence him to follow you? To show him your in the right?

When Rook saw you crying, he silently walked over to you, your tears staining his shirt as you grip onto him, as he rests his hands on your thighs, as they lie on top of his.

He felt moved. He felt.. trusted. And honestly, feeling you so close? Oh, it felt good.

Sure, a few kisses became hot open ones. His hands gripping your face so gently but his body moved differently, wanting to just devour the rest of your weak being at the moment. He knew better than to catch weak prey, but I mean, that a hunters job right? To hunt..

His hands slowly went up your thighs, skirt on the ground as a few droplets of rain poured down gently, not so loud, yet so wet. Maybe even more than the feeling pooling between the heat of your legs, his hands gripping the top of your chest as your shirt became see through, the light color of your bra even matching your underwear.

He couldn’t help himself, your shivers sending a spike of heat up your core, and making your body tremble as he un did his belt, the noise of the metal clinking as he moves you against his hips. So gently, was he always like this? As long as you remember, Rook always took his time to be as harsh as he could be with you, he had fun with it, but this?..

Oh, it turned you on just how slowly and patronizing he was moving his clothed dick against you, gentle rain wetting the both of you, as he took off the edge of his boxers, letting his member free.

Not even in a dream did Rook disappoint, each thrust of his hips meeting your needs as his tip bullied your g-spot, your noises echoing into his ears as your head rested next to his. It was so.. it felt so.. good. It made you weak in your legs, the way he spread your legs so you fit him better, slowly increasing a hellish pace in which you seemed to seek constantly.

And just as the rain poured by, just as his juices rested on your wet body and stomach, you said.

“Will you come with me? To get out of this dream?”

——————- ♡

AN - THANK YOU FOR READING TO THE END!! I hope you guys enjoyed this small thing, I love you all, have a good rest of your day! ❤︎

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - June 15-21

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1. At UN Ocean Conference, Nations and Funders Seek to Create and Expand Large-Scale Marine Protected Areas

“[… W]orld leaders agreed to sweeping but nonbinding commitments[….] Samoa will [protect] a section of the ocean roughly the size of Vietnam[…. Vanuatu] would protect 2 million square miles, an area the size of the Amazon Rainforest [… as] the world’s first multi-national Indigenous-led marine reserve. […] Tanzania will designate reserves to protect seagrass beds and mangrove forests, which serve as natural storm and erosion barriers for its coastal communities.”

2. Australia could host 73GW of solar in abandoned coal mines: study

“[Australia has] 1,470 km² of mine sites potentially supporting some 73 GW of solar in total — and some 2.7GW of coal-to-solar conversions have been announced. […] “Repurposing mines for solar development offers a rare chance to bring together land restoration, local job creation, and clean energy deployment in a single strategy[….]” Green Gravity is testing using mine shafts for gravity based energy storage, and last year secured another $9 million to continue that.”

3. Inside the Veterans Affairs Department’s underground resistance to Trump’s care ban for transgender vets

““I’ve never met a veteran who thought another veteran didn’t deserve care.” […] Despite the risk, all three physicians described a rapidly growing but carefully hidden network of VA staff committed to ensuring that trans veterans still receive care, often through unofficial channels, coded referrals, or creative documentation workarounds[…] and “personal connections,” including community providers and informal care networks.”

4. Native American tribe steps up to protect Florida lands for wildlife

“The [Miccosukee] tribe is looking to buy and protect environmentally significant lands [… as] an ambitious project to connect 18m acres (7.3m hectares) of state and privately owned wilderness into a contiguous, safe habitat for scores of imperilled and roaming species[….] Cypress said the tribe […] already has collaborative or direct stewardship of almost 3m acres in the Everglades and Biscayne national parks, and Loxahatchee national wildlife refuge[….]”

5. More trees, more tools: Uzbekistan steps up on Aral Sea recovery and support for green business

“[Recent] afforestation has reduced dust storms and improved local air and soil conditions. Now, the government is […] focused on biosaline agriculture - using salty water to irrigate crops, climate-resilient farming and sustainable water use [- as well as…] the launch of a national green certification programme, aimed at helping small and medium-sized enterprises (SMEs) transition to cleaner, more sustainable practices.”

June 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[businessabroad]

List of Questions used in Competency-Based Interview #17

Decoding Competency-Based Interview Questions for the UN

The questions asked in a UN competency-based interview are not just inquiries—they're a window into your professional soul. Our "List of Questions Used in Competency-Based Interview - UN Jobs #17" video is your cheat sheet to understanding and mastering these probing questions.

From teamwork to leadership, this video breaks down the questions, reveals what interviewers are really looking for, and how to frame your experiences in a way that aligns with the UN's core competencies. It’s time to turn those questions into your stepping stones for success!

#UNCompetencyInterview #JobInterviewQuestions #UNJobHunt #CareerStrategies

[mrsrileywrites]

Hear me out... Older boyfriend Simon Riley that's a math genius 😅

smut, smut...

You are in college, the career you choose has nothing to do with math but it's the first year and you have to take that class, it's required and you have always struggled with numbers!!! 

So here you are sitting in the high chair on your kitchen isle, you've been working on that damn work sheet for the past hour, spent the last twenty minutes stuck on a random exercise you have wrote and erased so many times you are about to rip a hole in the sheet.

You think on giving up, just fail the class, get a part time job and pay for tutoring next semester so you'll pass and get done with it.

Simon is sitting on the couch, watching TV, he's been looking at your struggling from the corner of his eye. You sigh un frustration, rubbing your face about to burst into tears when he stands up and walk towards you. "What's wrong, love?", he acts oblivious.

You explain to him, your voice cracking and it tugs at the strings of his heart, he sits next to you taking a look at the work sheet, he's silent, focused, his brows slightly creased, he's so handsome, you think.

He puts the sheet in front of you and explains the exercise,he makes it look so easy, you look at him intently, you didn't know he was so good at math, and his big hand moves to squeeze your thigh, "pay attention, love" he says sternly, and you do, you try your damn hard to focus and get it right cause you want to make him proud.

And no matter how hard you try, you just can't, you don't get it :( "I can't, Si... I'm just dumb" you pout, tears welling in your pretty eyes.

"Don't say that, baby, you are not dumb" he speaks to you oh so sweetly and you just look at him. He sees the struggle on your eyes, you just need motivation he thinks.

That's how you end up bent over your kitchen isle, your pants and panties pooled at your ankles, Simon rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he looks at your work sheet from over your shoulder and speaks on your ear, "C'mon baby, focus on your sheet, what does it say?". You stutter as you read the exercise, your fingers holding your pencil so tight it might snap in half any minute.

Simon enters you slowly as you write wonky numbers on the sheet, he thrusts slowly guiding you through the math problem and when you get it wrong, he's movements come to a halt, your pussy flutters around his fat cock, and you whine in frustration pushing your ass back seeking some sort of friction, his hand on your hip holds you in place.

"C'mon baby, get it right and I'll fuck you properly" and you try again, your brain scrambling for the right answer, writing with a shaky hand until you get it right and Simon rewards you, he thrusts into you vigorously as he praises you "my smart girl, so good for me" and you moan, your pussy clenching at his praise, his hand moves to rub at your clit and you feel the band tighten on your lower belly, Simon's eyes move to see where his cock disappears inside you and the recoil of your ass with every snap of his hips, you always take him so well, it makes his cock twitch inside you.

"Si... I'm gonna..." You whine. "I know baby, I know... you squeezing me so tight" he grunts on your ear thrusting faster and harder, his finger still rubbing your clit until you cum, your body shakes as he spills his seed inside your tight cunt.

Side note, that Ghost skin is my favorite cause I get to see his forearms and those cool tattoos... I need this man so bad my ovaries are gonna combust 😩

[unjobaid]

UN Job Openings during the week of 10-16 October 2023

228 UN Job Openings Jobs advertised during the week of 10-16 October 2023

Associate Programme Management Officer( Multiple Positions)Level : P-2Job ID : 216794Job Network : Economic, Social and DevelopmentJob Family : Programme ManagementDepartment/Office : United Nations Environment ProgrammeDuty Station : NAIROBIStaffing Exercise : N/APosted Date : 10/16/2023Deadline : 11/29/2023 PROGRAMME MANAGEMENT OFFICERLevel : P-4Job ID : 217079Job Network : Economic, Social…

[silkenwinger]

Umm so... Sexual favors/seduction gone wrong (or right) with Price... (mdni!!!)

It's not like you need money. Well, it's always nice to have it, for sure. But the job pays well already, as expected of a profession where you can always blow up in pieces.

What you seek is more along on the trail of glory, as lame as it sounds. You're a woman in an extremely male dominated field, and the very thing that has led you here is also driving you insane. Ambition, or the need to be on top at all times, is behind most of your professional choices.

Which is how you found yourself in this taskforce, anyway. Work as hard as a mule and you'll get somewhere. Except...

Well. It feels like you're not working enough. The accolades can't be there if you're not on duty most of the time, and you're doing a lot more paperwork than you're used to. You need, at the very least, the thrill of moving out and jumping out of a plane. Not obsessively checking if the printer is out of ink. This is not what Laswell had promised you.

You do have some experience with this team at least, and it has been positive. Soap and Ghost, for their eccentricities, are top notch soldiers. And John Price, your captain, is a decisive and confident man who rarely endangers his subordinates. Which is why you want to work with them. Seriously.

Seducing your boss is probably one of the lamest things you could do in your situation, straight up un-feminist, with no low chance of it blowing up in your face. But it has gotten to this point. And Price... well. If you can convince him, you get to sleep with an attractive older man and get more action (in all senses). If he rejects you, he'll be cavalier about it, you feel. You hope? You’ve seen him send you longer glances than appropriate at times. Probably not enough free time to get a real girlfriend. Your attention should be enough to mellow him to your liking. You’ll chat a bit, initiate contact, do the deed, and ask him. Linear, an exchange and a pleasurable means to an end.

Honeypot endeavors were never your specialty, but you have had sufficient training to know you need to be tempting and lend an ear to whatever ails your victim. Dressed as skin-thigh as possible with military issued clothes, you approach him in his office when it's already quite late, warm light haloing the desk. He's sitting there, reading some report or another, glasses perched on his nose and tired face.

You greet him chirpily, and he does the same a bit more mutely. He doesn’t say anything once you reach his desk, which sends you into a panic. He just looks at you with almost glazed eyes. Shit, you hadn’t counted on him being too exhausted to even consider your offer.

He raises one bushy eyebrow at your prolonged silence. You feel a rush of cold water running down your spine, but keep your smile open. Delicate.

“Just wished to know how you were doing,” you hear yourself saying, “besides the cold hard events said in briefings.”

He lets go of the paper that floats silently on the desk, and leans back on the armchair, arms crossed. His gaze is still appraising, and you think he may be biting his lower lip in thought, but it’s hard to tell with the diffused light. He recovers enough to speak to you, voice hoarse from disuse. 

“Something the matter on base?”

“Huh? No, not at all,” you reply, voice caught by surprise. His head tilts.

“Has anyone given you trouble?” He continues his inquiry, eyes thin, like he’s reading your very bones. You’re a bit uncomfortable with what seems to be genuine concern on his part.

“No, sir,” you laugh, embarrassed, “everything has been going well.” And then, for some reason unknown to you, the truth comes out of your mouth.

“I just really want to know what’s going on in the field. I’ve never been off active duty for so long…” you trail off once you realize you’ve let out much more than you wanted in the first place. Remembering why you came here in the first place, you take a step closer.

Price exhales, like the same thing has been bothering him for long. Which you doubt, seeing all the responsibilities he holds. Rolling his shoulders, he takes off his glasses and leans closer, elbows touching the desk, and you take another step.   

“I see why that would bother you. You have a brilliant record, sergeant. I don’t say that lightly. You’re very talented, but the latest missions needed small groups, and the other men and I have been working together for longer. That’s a special kind of bond that can’t be replicated without time and effort.” His tone is gentle, but the words destroy you all the same.

“Oh, well.” You breathe out, pointing your feet inwards, suddenly feeling both shame and sad anger raising inside you. So it was a you problem, and not instead sexism or whatever. You haven’t been here long enough, you haven’t bonded well enough, you don’t bring something special enough to make you stand out in any way. Swallowing, you raise your eyes again, meeting Price’s focused ones on you. The urge to cry bites at your cheeks, but you need to hold on, explain yourself before you can flee. Fuck, you didn’t even accomplish what you came here for.  

“I’m… I’ll do better. Whatever you need me to do, I will–” your voice trembles more than you want it to, but you get interrupted.

“Hey. Hey. It’s alright, you’ve done nothing wrong. You’ve been splendid, sweetheart,” he tells you, leaning over, hand coming to hold yours, remarkably hotter to the touch than yours. He runs his thumb on your knuckles, a reassuring gesture. It feels like he’s an old time knight at the service of his queen.

“It was just a coincidence. I did not intend you to feel unvalued in this team. Hell, thank you for telling me instead of sulking for years like some others,” he smiles, eyes almost disappearing. You attempt a little smile, still not feeling satisfied with your explanation. But Price won’t hear any other plead, and he apologizes to you for not communicating better. 

You go back to your room with your heart in your hand and maybe something more. Your mission failed clamorously, but you don’t feel too bad about it, somewhat believing Price’s words. When two days later you get the call for a deployment in Russia, you almost skip all the way back to your quarters.

What you don’t expect, in the biting cold of the harsh climate, is for Price to keep you glued to his side. Before, you usually went with Soap, and once you did rec with Ghost. Instead, you’re now with Price for all the entirety of the mission. He keeps close, pointing things to you far closer than he needs to. The pat of his hand on your shoulder and his low good job at one of your shots prickle your nerves like you haven’t felt in a while.

When you finish the day, the two of you huddle up in a grim safehouse. At least the fire started. Removing your gear, you send a glance to Price, who’s also removing his boots. You feel genuine embarrassment when you remember your attempt some days ago. What were you even thinking? Cabin fever got to you, in a way…

Sitting on the couch in front of the fire, you warm your frosty toes, stretching your legs. It’s been a hard day, and maybe you really are out of shape, but you think you did okay. You feel Price sitting next to you, quite close, and when you turn, you see he’s removed all layers but his black, tight shirt and his pants. You suppose you should thank him.

“Captain, I’m honored you chose me to bring along today,” you say, earnestly. You almost bite off a chunk of chapped lips, hands under your knees. Price just laughs and takes an absolute paw of a hand to your hair, ruffling it. You scrunch your nose, happy to be building this bond that is so important in this task force. But then Price’s hand goes lower, to your cheek, briefly pinching it, and then to your neck. 

“You’re a good girl,” he says, hand still on your throat, just holding and not squeezing. Saliva pools in your mouth, unwillingly. You can only look at him with suspiciously wet eyes again.

“You really had my back today,” he adds, caressing your jaw. You let out some form of strangled noise, before you find your voice again.

“Captain-”

“Call me John,” he whispers, and you feel the slight sting of his moustache before you even realize he has gotten impossibly closer, and he’s kissing you, sweetly and not demanding. You keen, but lean into it, into him. Your hand comes to grip the short sleeve of his compression shirt. His hand brushes against your side, calming, cupping your breast, and then slithers inside your pants. He pats your cunt over your underwear then, and slides his fingers under it.

“You should relax more. You have nothing to worry about,” he mouths in your ear, and you nod. Your back is arching, and your foot is coming to support you from under as you open your legs more while he starts circling your clit. Behind your closed eyes, you can feel the fireplace’s heat and the one coming from him blending, becoming the same thing and surrounding you completely. His strokes are precise, like he’s done this to you a million times, and you can hear he’s muttering something in your ear still, but you’re not understanding the words. John slips two fingers inside your pussy, still going at your clit, and the sensations become close to overbearing, almost making you jump off the couch. But he keeps you steady and close to him with his other arm around your torso, playing with your tits from over the clothes. You come with a high pitched sound, covering your face, but his muttering has turned even softer, quieter, more reassuring as he removes his hand from your pants. You sniffle, glancing at John, and he’s got the fingers he had in you in his mouth without a care in the world. 

“You can sleep now, honey,” he says, matter of fact, like you’re husband and wife, and you feel a surge of affection for this man who took your concerns to heart and more. You wish you could do something for him, too, but you’re suddenly very sleepy. He lays you gently on your side and caresses your back.

Drowsy, with your head leaning on the couch’s arm, you can’t help feeling like you’ve been taught a real lesson on seduction.

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The Best News of Last Week

1. ‘It was an accident’: the scientists who have turned humid air into renewable power

Greetings, readers! Welcome to our weekly dose of positivity and good vibes. In this edition, I've gathered a collection of uplifting stories that will surely bring a smile to your face. From scientific breakthroughs to environmental initiatives and heartwarming achievements, I've got it all covered.

In May, a team at the University of Massachusetts Amherst published a paper declaring they had successfully generated a small but continuous electric current from humidity in the air. They’ve come a long way since then. The result is a thin grey disc measuring 4cm across.

One of these devices can generate a relatively modest 1.5 volts and 10 milliamps. However, 20,000 of them stacked, could generate 10 kilowatt hours of energy a day – roughly the consumption of an average UK household. Even more impressive: they plan to have a prototype ready for demonstration in 2024.

2. Empty Office Buildings Are Being Turned Into Vertical Farms

Empty office buildings are being repurposed into vertical farms, such as Area 2 Farms in Arlington, Virginia. With the decline in office usage due to the Covid-19 pandemic, municipalities are seeking ways to fill vacant spaces.

Vertical farming systems like Silo and AgriPlay's modular growth systems offer efficient and adaptable solutions for converting office buildings into agricultural spaces. These initiatives not only address food insecurity but also provide economic opportunities, green jobs, and fresh produce to local communities, transforming urban centers in the process.

3. Biden-Harris Administration to Provide 804,000 Borrowers with $39 Billion in Automatic Loan Forgiveness as a Result of Fixes to Income Driven Repayment Plans

The Department of Education in the United States has announced that over 804,000 borrowers will have $39 billion in Federal student loans automatically discharged. This is part of the Biden-Harris Administration's efforts to fix historical failures in the administration of the student loan program and ensure accurate counting of monthly payments towards loan forgiveness.

The Department aims to correct the system and provide borrowers with the forgiveness they deserve, leveling the playing field in higher education. This announcement adds to the Administration's efforts, which have already approved over $116.6 billion in student loan forgiveness for more than 3.4 million borrowers.

4. F.D.A. Approves First U.S. Over-the-Counter Birth Control Pill

The move could significantly expand access to contraception. The pill is expected to be available in early 2024.

The Food and Drug Administration on Thursday approved a birth control pill to be sold without a prescription for the first time in the United States, a milestone that could significantly expand access to contraception. The medication, called Opill, will become the most effective birth control method available over the counter

5. AIDS can be ended by 2030 with investments in prevention and treatment, UN says

It is possible to end AIDS by 2030 if countries demonstrate the political will to invest in prevention and treatment and adopt non-discriminatory laws, the United Nations said on Thursday.

In 2022, an estimated 39 million people around the world were living with HIV, according to UNAIDS, the United Nations AIDS program. HIV can progress to AIDS if left untreated.

6. Conjoined twins released from Texas Children’s Hospital after successfully separated in complex surgery

Conjoined twins are finally going home after the pair was safely separated during a complex surgery at Texas Children’s Hospital in June.

Ella Grace and Eliza Faith Fuller were in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) for over four months after their birth on March 1. A large team of healthcare workers took six hours to complete the surgery on June 14. Seven surgeons, four anesthesiologists, four surgical nurses and two surgical technicians assisted with the procedure.

7. From villains to valued: Canadians show overwhelming support for wolves

Despite their record in popular culture, according to a recent survey, seven in 10 Canadians say they have a “very positive” view of the iconic predators. 

Here's a fascinating video about how wolves changed Yellowstone nat'l park:

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LEITH PIERRE X PSYCOLOGIST READER

(complicated feelings, un-required love, Leith getting his hopes up and later destroyed. Mainly Leith's pov of chap 1 and before of that).

Since the moment you started working at playtime co you were like a fish in the sea. You adapted quicky in your position and as time passed by, your job as a clinic psychologist expanded to the head psychologist in the company. Then you became closer to the rest of the executives and important charges at the company.

That position had it's ups and downs. Your favourite benefit was the chance to work with the innovation and design department. There you met Leith Pierre, head of innovation.

You both got along right from the start, both of you were good at knowing what people wanted and you shared the gift of creativity so Leith and you were made friends very fast.

He was pretty friendly with most of the staff but sometimes he had his rage moments (like for example when an employee took him by suprise and scared the hell out of him after passing through a door)

As a joke, you made him a poster that specifically instructed the visitants and the staff of the factory to not hide behind door because Leith will get startled.

Deep down, that kind of sense of humor you had made him like you even more. You both were competitive in your works but always maintained a playful banter. A silly battle of subtle little insults will always start when you were together in the same room. Never aim to really hurt but rather to annoy and tease.

He would often frequent your office and talk to you about the last models of toys he was designing, always focused on listening to your opinion and how certain factors of the design might attract more clients.

If he ever catched you in the middle of an appointment with a child he would wave and wait outside until the child finished.

You also noticed he was a very physical man. He was always touching everyone's shoulders or backs as a way to appear closer or warmer. You assumed he had his businessmen methods on appearing more appealing to the public.

Pierre was getting more attached to you by each year that you worked on the company.

He even tried to get closer to you by directing himself the commercial of the toy you design yourself, Piannosaurus.

"So, what do you think... Come one, we both now it's amazing!!" He said excited as he extended his arms and grabbing your shoulder in the process.

"Certainly not bad... I would've made it better but not bad for being you" you chucked playfully. Leith had taken you out of your work hours to show you this commercial.

You appreciated the effort, of course but your mind was occupied by something else or maybe someone else.

A few months ago the project Bigger Bodies started and at the lead was Dr Harley Sawyer. Leith didn't get along with Sawyer and neither did you at the start.

In reality, you didn't care much about Harley at the start apart from being a capable Dr and later someone who you respected professionally but Leith seemed to have some kind of mistrust against him.

He always wore tense smiles around him and didn't seemed to trust him much.

Eventually you started becoming more involved with the project, obsessed even. You were most of your time in the lower levels performing experiments and treating the toys and kids down there.

Pierre always knew you as someone very comprised with her work. You loved what you did and you made it known.

The problem was that you barely seemed to remember others existence apart from yourself and the person you were down there with. Sawyer.

Your relationship with the doctor had developed into some sort of friendship. Your ideals were very similar and since you both always insisted on staying down personally supervising the experiments you ended up interacting with each other a lot.

One day he got tired of waiting for you to seek out so he did it himself.

"Good morning sir" greeted the guard responsible for the labs.

"Where is Dr (Y/L/N)?" He asked directly.

"Sir, Dr (Y/L/N) and Dr Sawyer are in lab 007 performing an experiment on one of the toys."

He was certainly irritated that Sawyer was the one getting your time, but of course you were the only two ones demented enough to stay down there for more than required.

Some deadlines on his department had been missed because your lack of assistance didn't gave the inversors the security to invest in the toys.

He had suggested Ludwig to make your intervention in innovation required at least twice a week but the man was still revising the schedules and contracts.

Irritated, he arrived at the handrail you and Sawyer were at. You were taking notes and commenting on the behaviour and cognitive abilities of a nightmare creature. This one was bigger than the others, a black sheep.

His blood boiled when he saw Sawyer so close to you. He had been made aware that there were complaints about the Drs lack of respect for boundaries and personal space.

If Harley didn't knew how to maintain some healthy physical space that was his problem.

Forcing a smile he approached the pair, putting a hand on Harley's shoulders.

"Sawyer! (Y/L/N)! It's been quite sometime since you had seen the sun" his attempt at humor was met by the disgusted face Harley gave him.

The Dr moved his shoulder harshly so Pierre's hand would fall from it.

"Working, the experiments require time" he responded dryly.

"Sawyer the investors are waiting, I'm sure you both are working yourself to the bone to get a result out of the experiments but I need to give something to the guys funding us" he turned to you "(Y/N)!, I'm sure you understand that this project is very risky. We are putting so much on the line" he now grabbed your shoulder.

You were still writing in the report the last notes about the experiment "Of course I do understand Leith, but you need to comprehend that precisely because this is a risky project we cannot allow ourselves to make any mistake" you finalised the notes by signing them.

"Would you be so kind as to give this report to Dr White? He will need to make some adjustments in his next patients. Harley and I have been noticing some patterns on the experiments that can be corrected if we are careful enough" Oh! Now you called him Harley. How sweet. He though while you passed him the notes. He held on the subtle contact you fingers made.

Harley seemed annoyed merely by Leith's presence. He was already used to you being there with him. He had accepted you as part of his space.

You could peacefully exist in his office, in the labs he was in and anywhere near him but any other person who should not be there that was somewhat staying more than needed was met with a glacial look from the doctor.

"Pierre, as I'm sure you understand I have more surgeries to perform and (Y/L/N) needs to run some more test on 1888." Sawyer looked coldly at Leith and left the lab while putting on his lab bat.

Leiths tense smile dropped the moment Sawyer got out of the area and he quickly turned to you.

You were putting away some documents on the bookshelves on the wall, archiving the remainder of the experiment.

"You know, you could get out of here sometime. The innovation team is a disaster without you doing their works" he joked trying to fix the tense atmosphere that had took over the room.

You stretcht, groaning before facing him. "Yeah sorry, this is just so fascinating.... And I need to lead the other psychologist, the experiment are quite picky." You laughed

"Don't worry, both me and Harley are required in the executive meetings. The next one is on Tuesday right? After that I will go to you office and we can settle whatever problem you and your team have" There it was again, that stupid name. He sighed annoyed and rolled his eyes. He took a look at you.

You look tired, exhausted but the light on your eyes, either by the caffeine or by the excitement made it worth it going down here.

The weeks turned into moths and even though you fulfilled your statement and spent not one bit two entire days reassuring the investors, analysing the latest trends preferences and assisting on the designs, sensory materials etc.

This appeased Leith but it irritated Sawyer. He had already his routine. You would perform your interviews and consulta, him his surgeries and later on you would both discuss the experiments and their development, sometimes even going as far a having dinner together in silence or with you ranting about some recent studies you had read.

He had heard you talk a lot about how music affected kids and how Pianosaurus was a great stimuli for the kids and a great way of stimulating the mind and creativity.

You were specially proud of that damned dinosaur and Harley knew it (mainly because you talked about it a lot)

Therefore, after getting acostumed to you and even enjoying your presence and monologues, he felt absolutely enraged that Leith was going out of his way to take you away from your responsibilities and workload. (And him of course, though he would never admit it).

He had already confronted Pierre telling him to stop making other workers lose time just because his team wasn't productive enough.

Of course this caused that the Ludwig himself had to intervene and stablish some legal rules. Re-establishing all of your contracts.

Leith should do his work with his team and since your importance in the project was essential, he should ask any other psychologist of your team if he needed help.

The resentment on Leith's part keep growing and growing just as the complaints about Sawyer.

It got to a point that even other executives as Stella had complaint about him being insufferable.

This got to a point in which the three of them started to plot how to deal with him until they got to a common ground

We could always 'deal with him' " Rittermann suggested "it's not like we haven't done it before"

"Either way, what do we do about (Y/N) she also seems pretty involved with the project. Do you think she might be a threat?" Stella quickly denied that, she wasn't really on board with the idea of dealing with people and also she didn't have any problem with you, you did your job well and treated the children with respect and that enough for her. "No, that would be just unnecessary she had done nothing wrong"

Leith was quick to agree with her "yeah, and some of the experiment are already attached to her, some of them are even refusing to be treated by other psychologist as far as I've been informed. She hasn't done anything wrong, I'm pretty sure we can just do this privately and get going."he finalised, settleling the plan

He felt relieved when the rest of them agreed. He didn't think he would have the guts to give you as a meal to Boxy Boo.

But before he could get out of the room he heard an impact on the floor. The three executives went out of the room and found the guard they had assigned to guard the corridor with his club high.

Leith looked at the floor to see who had the guard hit.

He saw you body and your belonging spilling out of a box on the floor. He knelt to your level and took you pulse. After realising what he had done, he quickly ordered the guard to take you to another room and to cuff you on a piece of furniture.

He then went away of the room, accompanied by Stella, to personally give the order of dealing with Sawyer and ascending Dr White as the new head of the surgeons.

He was completely unaware that after leaving Rittermann alone, he had given the order of dealing with you the same way as with Sawyer.

He was made aware of your fate when your anesthesia had already kicked in. He saw through the glass your unconscious body, he regretted not insisting more to Elliot about moving you upstairs again or to Home sweet Home instead of letting the situation get out of hand.

He personally chose one of your discarded designs as your new body. One you knew you would like, or at leat hate less...

A white manikin with only two black eyes. That toy you designed was destined to potentiate creativity by dressing it with accessories made of either doe or other manipulable materials...

This had gone so far tot he point he couldn't stop it, but at leat he wasn't going to lose you completely. He was a creative man, he would work something out.

He didn't realise everything would go wrong when the anesthesia didn't really worked out.

He receive a call from one of the surgeons in charge of your surgery, shouting desperate something about you waking up and stabbing his assistant with a scalpel. He faintly heard your voice on the background and later the sound of someone being shot.

Scared of what you might do, he ran to one of Sawyers screens.

"where is she??!!" Leith asked desperate

"Mmm, an why would I tell you Leith" his bitter voice was evident even though the static that now surrounded it.

Leith grabbed the sides of the TV "Listen to me you good for nothing system, either you tell me where she is or she is going to get shot by a guard!!" The seemed enough to convince Harley.

"Control room" after that he turned himself of.

Again Pierre started to run to the control room and when he reached the end of the corridor he saw you banging on the door, still in the medical dress you had for the operation.

He shouted you name and when he was already close enough to reach you, the door suddenly opened, letting you in. He knew it had been Sawyer. Only people with executive access could enter that room.

He desperately tried to reason with you, he could already imagine what would you do.

"(Y/N)!! Stop this. You are not thinking straight! They will kill you, all of us!!!" He said completely desperate, attempting to convince you to stop whatever you were planning, banging on the door even harder.

The red lights started illuminating the whole compound. That only meant one thing, you had opened the cages "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!" He kept banging on the door out of desperation and fear" Nonono-"he murmured. Suddenly he hear you stared talking so he stuck his head to the door, trying to hear you.

You were also leaning on the other side of the door, with the look of a madwoman on you face.

"Actions have consequences Leith, sooner or later both you and I were going to face them, I just accelerated the process." you said with a mocking tone that brushed insanity"Im just helping you learn how to take responsibility for your actions."you finished with a harsh tone in your voice that expressed resentment and betrayal.

He was going to keep arguing with you, still not giving up but he heard the screams to pain and horror of the other workers so he just run and by sheer luck managed to escape the factory, not without being injured in the process. One limp leg was his price to pay.

He knew some experiments had became attached to you such as Doey, or Kissy Missy hell even Pianosaurus only gave any glimpse of response to you... He knew you would not immediately die there but you were now right at Harley's arms.

When all of the authorities arrived and he gave his testimony, obviously false and manipulated.

Years passed by and he didn't have any news of you or if you even where alive. He had founded his own new company, similar to playtime but way more discreet and simple. With no horrific experiments and most importantly not you.

One day, while cleaning his apartment he found s photo of Elliot Ludwig, now dead and the other executives. In that photo you were in between him and Sawyer. You looked calm and healthy. No like his last memory of you in which you looked exhausted, disoriented and frantic.

That made him do something he never though to do. He decided to contact an ex employee and ask for him to go to the factory. To search for the secrets of playtime urging him to discover what happened (what happened to you).

Little did he knew that that letter would change everything inside of the abandoned factory...

I redesigned Leith Pierre (I'm awful at the first version of the designs) and gave Y/N an appearance. {You can imagine Y/N with whatever characteristics you want, I did the drawing based on an oc}

Leith showing (Y/N) the Pianosaurus commercial (he's very proud)

-Unedited fanfic-

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Chapter One: Hide and Seek | Chapter Two >> Summary: After the events of Baldur’s Gate 3, Tav has stayed in touch with Rolan and his siblings. She visits weekly to volunteer at Ramazith Tower as a healer for the refugees in the city. Her growing crush on the wizard finally comes to a head one night and her feelings for Rolan are made clear. This is a romantic, sm*tty, and angsty story dealing with trauma and of course includes a healthy dose of miscommunication and misunderstanding.

Tags: N$FW SMÚT below the break, Angst and Fluff and Sm*t, Friends to Lovers, Tieflings, Unnamed Tav, Misunderstandings, Human Tav, Semi-Public S*x, Background bloodweave, rolan is down bad, tav is down bad, everyone is down badIdiots in Love, POV Rolan PIV S*x, Enthusiastic Consent, Biting, Mating Bites, First Time, Desk S*x, Neck Kissing, Romance, Getting Together, C*nnilingus, Bl*w Jobs, angst, f*ngering

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Tav’s heart raced with a childlike glee she hadn’t felt in so long. She prowled the halls of Ramazith Tower looking for the perfect hiding spot in the dark with only candlelight and occasional flashes of lightning through the window to guide the way. The storm that had caused this impromptu late-night gathering still raged on outside. A giggle bubbled up in her throat — a product of wine and an eager anticipation she couldn’t quite explain.

For the months that followed the fall of the Elder Brain she had stayed one night a week at the tower with Rolan, Cal, and Lia. Always on the night when she came into town to provide healing services to the refugees. She’d been working out of a stall on the shop floor of Sorcerous Sundries that Rolan had helped her set up as an apothecary of sorts. All the ingredients she used in her healing were grown by her on the small farm she’d set up just outside the city. There she grew flowers, herbs, vegetables, and additional plant reagents needed for healing and magic. It was a good life, all things considered, the only problem was Rolan.

The way Rolan had protected his family from the hellish descent of Elturel and the cult of the Absolute had caused Tav to develop an attraction to the tiefling that she had found impossible to smother out. Even though he had been outright rude to her during a lot of it. The handsome wizard occupied her thoughts even when she was away from him and the tower. She found her mind drifting to him at the strangest times. The dulcet tone of his voice lingered in her thoughts and dreams. Even now that she was free of the tadpole and a so-called hero, she couldn’t bring herself to tell Rolan how she felt. He’d been through more in the last few years of his life than anyone should have to experience. The idea of burdening him with her feelings felt so selfish that she had resigned herself to a painful silence. He seemed happier now than ever before and she didn’t want to ruin that.

On this night in town, a particularly bad storm had whipped up off the Sea of Swords and settled on the city around dinner time. Tav and the siblings had been joined for dinner by Dammon, Lakrissa, and Alfira in celebration of Alfira’s birthday. It had been a lovely dinner party for the group, Tav couldn’t help but look around at the tables pushed together filled with her found family with such joy. The plan was to head to the Elfsong Tavern for drinks and dancing after dinner, but with the storm looking downright dangerous they had decided against it. Instead, Lia cleverly suggested they raid the wine cellars and have a party of their own. Hours and bottles of wine later, it was the birthday girl herself who pointed out the Tower made for excellent grounds for a game of hide and seek.

The idea was met with laughter at first. Much to everyone’s surprise it had been Rolan who first agreed with Alfira.

“There are a few places that are off limits, because they aren’t safe yet. But I don’t see why not?” He’d noted. Alfira, seated in Lakrissa’s lap had clapped with joy at the unexpected second.

Lakrissa relented to her girlfriend’s giddiness and the rest of the gathering had agreed with sudden excitement. With the ground rules in place, together they threw back one more glass of wine for good luck. Cal had agreed to go first, he had a good knowledge of the tower and suggested a 10-minute head start. Which is how Tav found herself racing through the dark halls of Ramazith Tower in a thunderstorm, looking for a place to hide.

It had only very recently occurred to the Druid as she cursed herself internally, that she was not particularly good at hiding. She thought back fondly to Astarion yelling some such thing at her during the Illithid crisis. At current she was relatively certain that 10 minutes had elapsed, and she could faintly hear Cal beginning to search on lower levels. She couldn’t tell if she was getting closer or further from him. In the shadows she took a moment to lean against the wall and breathe as she tried to think of what to do next. It seemed impossible for her to wander his home and not think of Rolan. Just like the other inopportune moments this occurred, she felt the tell-tale heat on her face. Try as she might to resist, the image of him appeared in her mind. How he’d smiled at her from across the table at dinner earlier and how it had made her heart heave as she wished it meant more.

The slamming of a door nearby brought her back to reality with a shock. She heard Cal mutter a curse much too close for comfort. Quiet as she could, she raced away from where she heard him. Turning down another hall, she knocked into a large frame on the wall. The ear-piercing scrape it made was so loud she was certain everyone in the tower had heard her hit it.

“Oh!” Cal exclaimed; she heard him break into a run in her direction. It was as if she forgot this was just a game, the way panic gripped her at the idea of being caught. She broke into a sprint turning down the next hall but was brought to a sudden halt as a hand shot out of a door and grabbed her by the arm. Tav was pulled into what must have been a small closet, she could only guess as it was completely dark. The arm that had pulled her in, wrapped around her waist and another clapped over her mouth as her back was pulled against the firm chest of someone taller than her.

“Shhh, it’s me,” Came Rolan’s voice in a whisper. Tav’s heart was gripped with a fear and joy so intense it threatened to stop beating. She found herself pressed against the very man she had been driven to distraction by. It was like one of her many daydreams come to life. One of her hands reflexively reached back and steadied herself on his thigh, she could feel the warmth of his body through his robes. From where her head was against his chest, she could hear his heartbeat quicken. The sound sparked a hope in her she’d tried desperately to abandon. They could both hear the tell-tale commotion of Cal getting closer to their position. Rolan’s tail coiled around her legs to pull her flush with him as he gently shifted her back with him into the corner and away from the door.

“Trust me?” He whispered against the shell of her ear, causing a notable shiver to travel her body and twitch against his. She nodded against his hand still on her mouth and tried not to think about the heat of arousal growing in her gut.

Just as she heard Cal’s hand on the doorknob of their hiding place, Rolan whispered an incantation under his breath that she recognized as Invisibility. She heard him take a deep breath and hold it as the door swung open, she did the same through her nose. Light poured into the closet as Cal opened the door and looked around wildly. He held a candlelit lantern in one hand to illuminate his search. Tav was able to discern that she and Rolan were currently hidden in the corner of a small storage closet of some sort. There was room for them and a few bookshelves stacked with old tomes and scrolls, yet to be cataloged since Rolan’s promotion to Master of the Tower.

Cal’s eyes searched the the small space thoroughly as he muttered about how he could swear he’d heard someone, and his (well-founded) suspicions that people were cheating. He cocked an ear to listen keenly, Tav was terrified that her escalated heartbeat could be heard by his sharp ears. Just as she was sure they would be caught, Cal shrugged and turned around shutting the closet door behind him with a thud. She let out a slow but ragged exhale through her nose and could hear Rolan let out a quiet breath too. Neither of them spoke as they listened to make sure Cal left their position to continue his search elsewhere.

He still hadn’t let go of her. The wine in her veins turned every touch of his body against hers into electricity on her skin. She couldn’t help but shift her bottom against him as she adjusted her cramped position and a thrill raced up her spine as she heard his breathing turn strained. The hand over her mouth slowly traced it’s fingertips up her jaw and gently tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear as he leaned closer to her.

“What are you doing?” He hissed into her ear, his voice sounded tense and excited. She shivered against him once more this time drawing a small groan from the back of Rolan’s throat. His lips brushed against her ear, she moaned and ground herself firmer on him this time.

“R-Rolan,” She managed. The thrill that coursed through her body outweighed any shame she felt in her actions.

“You’re drunk.” He said through gritted teeth. His voice was low, and it resonated through her body leaving only desire behind.

“So are you,” She shot back in the sultriest whisper she could manage as she continued rubbing her butt on his now-hardening length. All she could think about was how badly she wanted him and how perfect his body felt against hers.

All at once Rolan released his hold on her and flipped her around to face him. With a firm but tender hand, he pushed her back against the wall of the closet. As his lips crashed into hers roughly and she let out a loud moan, she said a quick mental prayer that Cal had moved far away in his search. Her arms coiled around the back of his neck to pull him closer to her, not wanting to lose the feeling of his body against hers. Now that she knew how it felt she wasn’t sure how she’d been able to live so long without it. His tongue swept into her mouth, meeting hers and sharing the taste of the wine between them. He smelt of cedar and parchment, likely from his time spent hard at work in his library-like study. She rolled her body against his slightly, earning a groan from the wizard.

He broke from the kiss for a quick breath and then attacked under her ear and down her neck with kisses. Each just hard enough to make her moan and gasp, sometimes shuddering his name in quick breaths as the lust pulsed through her body threatening to consume her. She felt his knee shift between her legs separating them as he pressed his thigh against her clothed core, causing her to release a whine of need as her head dropped back against the wall. Delirious with lust now, she tried to shift away a little to regain some control but his hands moved down to her hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” He shifted his head back to search her face. Even in the dark her human eyes could make out the glowing fire of his, like an amber sunset she’d always found herself lost in. She shook her head no.

“Words, Tav, I want to hear you say it,” he said leaning down to press his lips directly against her ear again and getting another lusty whine in response.

“D-Don’t stop, Rolan, please.” She managed between gasps. Her mouth had latched on to where his collarbone was exposed by his casual untied shirt when he leaned in again.

He used his grip on her hips to grind her against his thigh slowly, helping her roll her body against his to seek her pleasure in the friction. She gasped at the delicious sensation of the unexpected ridges on his thigh against her drenched center. She heard Rolan laugh darkly against where he continued to lave wet kisses on her neck. Through the building lust in her body, she managed to reach out and take his hardened length in her hand, stroking him through his pants.

“Fuck, Tav,” He groaned, she stopped moving her hand for a second to make sure she hadn’t gone too far. “No, don’t stop, please,” he continued and ground himself into her hand.

She continued stroking him increasing the pressure and speed slightly. Earning a groan of ecstasy from Rolan that she felt inside her, like he’d thrown oil on the fire burning at her core. It had consumed her fully now, gone from her mind were the reasons this was a bad idea and the months she’d spent trying not to think about this man. She was so close to her finish already; she muffled her cries in the firmness of his clothed chest as she felt her peak start to overtake her. It was all she could do to silence her moans and cries for Rolan as she shuddered against his thigh. She still couldn’t bring herself to feel embarrassed yet about drunkenly grinding herself to completion against Rolan. Not when he made sounds like the ones he was making now. The groans and growls that she worked from his body were her singular focus.

All of her attention went into pleasuring Rolan as he lost control, nearing his finish. Her other hand pulled his head close to her mouth and she licked up his pointed ear with the tip of her tongue. A groan of need escaped him that filled Tav with satisfaction.

“Cum for me, Rolan,” She whispered into his ear and then kissed him hard on the lips. Like she could express all her feelings for this man in a single kiss. His hands gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises come morning as his body shivered and jerked. She swallowed his moans with her kiss as he came against her hand.

After a moment of ragged breaths, she noticed a heavy silence in the air. Like neither one of them were ready to speak and ruin the moment that had passed between them. He leaned his forehead against hers as he rubbed her shoulders soothingly. There was so much she wanted to tell him but the alcohol coursing through her veins made her hesitant about how it would come out. She didn’t want him to think this was a drunken hookup, but she didn’t want to humiliate herself either.

“We should get cleaned up,” Rolan said softly, finally breaking the silence between them. She nodded in response, realizing they were both now wearing sticky clothes in a closet during a game of hide and seek. He smiled at her and left a soft kiss on her forehead before casting Prestidigitation to clean the mess off their bodies and clothes.

“Neat trick,” She teased and then let out a loud yawn. She hadn’t realized she was so tired until the endorphins and adrenaline from their encounter had begun to decrease. The drowsiness of a night of drinking and revelry catching up with both of them at once. Even Rolan, who had looked like he was about to scold her but let out a sudden yawn in response. Without a word he used Dimension Door to whisk her to the guest bedroom she stayed in. He helped her settle under the covers and fetched a fresh jug of water for the nightstand, leaving a cup and a tonic that must be meant for hangovers out for her. As he turned to leave her hand shot out for his wrist and latched on.

“Will you stay?” She tried to ask without sounding like she was begging, knowing the opposite was true. In her heart she knew she’d beg him to stay if he asked.

In the clear light of the guest bedroom, she could see his face as he visibly wrestled with how to respond to her. She felt her heart smash into a million pieces at his hesitation. The hope that had buoyed her deflated.

“Never mind, just the alcohol talking,” she said quickly trying to safe face before he could humiliate her further.

“Are you sure?” He said looking suddenly bewildered.

“Yeah of course, my bad” She forced out with a stiff laugh and rolled over to face away from him so he couldn’t see the tears brimming in her eyes.

After a long, uncomfortable silence she heard him move across the room to leave, snuffing out candles along the way.

“Goodnight Tav,” She heard him whisper from the doorway.

She didn’t answer and hoped he would think she was already asleep — she didn’t want him to know she was crying instead.

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