Author's note: A fairytale of love aka the prize for ReliveTheGreat

Warnings: Really? We need those?

Disclaimer: KH don't belong to me.

Axel's p.o.v:

"I'm sorry to say this, Axel. But I can't publish your new book."

I turn away my attention from window view and stare at my publisher that sits so nicely and professional on his desk.

"Why not?" I spit and give him a glare. To be honest, to meet up with Marluxa like this every month end to talk about my books and writing is the boring part of my life. If it weren't for that fact that he is my publisher, I would have left the second he had introduced himself to me. To be honest, no one can be more dumb and ignorant that he is.

"Because…" Marluxia straighten himself up from his chair, trying to look more professional, but we both know that he's not. "Because the readers too day doesn't want criminal novels, fact books, fantasy or empty science fiction nonsenses."

I raised my eye brown. "But I write none of that." I start, but turn silent when Marluxia raises his hand.

"No you don't, according to the fan site of yours, you write romantic drama novels." He told me calmly.

"Exactually" I said. Not knowing what he wanted to come with this. I had been writing, drama novels sins I started to write books eight years ago. "I don't see the problem."

"The problem is, Axel, is that you so called 'romantic, drama novels' doesn't have any romantics parts at all!" He nearly shouted at me and I could see that he was clearly bothered. Probably been denied sex from his girlfriend again. Such a typical weapon many girlfriends seemed to think of.

"The readers buy romantic drama, novels because they want to read romantic drama, Axel."

"What you talking about? I got plenty of romance in it." I snapped, feeling my patience, always minimal, abruptly running out.

Marluxia sighed, long and heavy, shaking his head. "Your last published book most sexually moment was the hug between the loving couple at the end of the book. This" He said as he held up the copy of my newest book. " In held one kiss… on the cheek too." He told me putting the book down on his desk. "People won't buy this book because it's missing the part the readers love the most."

"And what part would that be?" I questioned him, suddenly feeling angry for his insults.

"SEX! " He shouted angry at me. "Sex, kisses, make out sessions, naked hugs, sexual tensions, if you understand any of these words."

I left my standing position by the window and sat down on the empty chair before Marluxias desk.

"You have a great gift Axel in your writing. But when it comes to the emotional part, you really need to work on. Toady's readers want to read romance novels that are written today. A kiss, Axel, isn't a long shot. Maybe for a hundred years ago, but we do not live that time and neither are the readers." He continued to shout angry at me.

"People want sex, Axel. Novels about sex! A romantic novel is nothing without it!"

I'm sitting down in that chair, stunned. During all these years of writing the words "Not good" or "Can't publish your book" never come up for him.

"But how?"

"How? I don't know, take from personal experience. I don't care. Just think and write it down! Send the sex scene to me when you're ready, and then we can talk about publishing about the new book."

XXX

Long after I had departed from Marluxias office and walked back home, I lay on the sofa, gazing up at the ceiling and wondering about what he had said. I had felt great anger inside of me from his words, and for hours I had wondered what I could possibly do to get back at him. Perhaps give his car a new scratch or call his girlfriend and say that I have seen him flirt with his new secretary.

But after I while I had calmed down, I had, too much my dismay, admitted that Marluxia was right. My last book that I published for a year ago hadn't sold as much as the book before that. And the book before that hadn't sold as much as the book before that book. My ratings were going down. I still got good reviews on my books for my remarkable writing skills. But it wasn't just for the good choice of words that people wanted. They wanted romance.

They wanted sex scenes.

The more I thought about it the more clear it went for me that my stupid publisher, did have a point.

I did not want to be one of those writers that is mostly famous just for one of his books. That has his time for a while in the starlight and then to never be heard of again. Something had to be done.

According to Marluxia, people wanted to read about sex. Two people who touched each other, feeling naked, sweaty bodies with their fingers as they kissed and fucked each other. He wanted me to write more emotional parts. More about the characters feelings and thoughts, especially for each other. I sat up on the sofa, letting my finger drum on the soft fabric.

The words ran through my head.

Personal experience…

That was Marluxia had told me, to take my own personal experience to write the sex scenes and the romantic feelings the characters should have.

But I hadn't had any romantic relationships. Not even with myself. As far as my mind could go inside of my memory I could only recall one time I had a sexual moment. It had been when I was fourteen. I had woken up in the middle of the night, in my bed, only to notice that my penis was hard. I remember that I was slightly annoyed with the new feeling my body made me feel, and that had unawakened me up in the middle of the night. I had got up, to the bathroom, taken a shower and during the time in the shower, the hardness had slowly gone away by itself. The thought of need to touch myself or let others touch I had never accrued, and probably never will.

I couldn't write about that. Not only would it bother me to write from my very own experience, but it would also probably bore the readers with such a short tale. Perhaps I could take my story and enlarge it to something more… sexually.

But how am I supposed to get that kind of experience? And with whom? There are people who sell their bodies to give people the sexual satiation they need. But was that the right way to get the knowledge I need? Beside, I have no clue where I could find some person that wants to sell themselves.

I sighed out loud.

Why did it have to be so hard? I needed to talk with someone. I needed someone to ask for advice. I got myself up from the couch, grabbing my coat from the hanger and left the flat.

This story first chapters will be rather short, but after the forth chapter they will be longer than the fifth HP book.