#looking for header pictures for a fic rn

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

you ever see a picture of your bias and they just look so good you gotta kinda take a deep breath? almost like.. i’m exasperated with how good you look rn.. lemme zoom in.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

BRO THAT KARASU HEADER IS SO GOATED but ngl im giggling at the fact that you thought of doing it for Karasu in the end and im all for it (obviously) WAITTT THE SCREENSHOTS LOWK ARE KARASU CODED good choice LMFAO “would you like a funeral for it” is so funny ok wait this story cooks fr….signing a petition to add this to your todo list (jk LOL or am I (but your list is so long rn so don’t take this seriously LMAO)

FRRRRR ALSO THE SMALL CLIPS FROM TODAYS EP TOO??? Wait I’m sure you know but NAGIS MOMENT WAS FIRE there was also actual movement this ep which makes me so happy because I’m not even that picky with the slideshow type animation but some of the earlier episodes were a bit brutal LOL also that one nagi scene where he’s flabbergasted is SO. FUNNY. I HAD TO PAUSE THE EP TO LAUGH BECAUSE THATS PROBABLY THE MOST EXPRESSICE FACE QEVE EVER SEEN HIM DO IM CRYING

Aikuniko unironically being one of my fav platonic pairings now because the dynamic is actually so fire and so funny like more people need to focus on this not the opps this is way more interesting imo

LMAOOOO REAL we’re the only strikers around here bastard munchen better come scout us

LMAOOO THE MOTIVATION BEING GEGE NOT GETTING IT TOGETHER so real honestly every now and then I think back to jjk and I can’t believe it’s over?? ATP just going to treat pi as canon because the ending really was messy and I barely even know wtf happened

AHAHSHAH the way that even you forget makes me laugh but you’re so real for that but the nagi mischaracterization is indeed quite insane…off the top of my head besides peregrine I can really only think of one other fic that stands out to me and doesn’t feel wildly ooc but it’s also like a medium sized Mira oneshot length not a full long fic either so looks like you still hold the crown LOL

ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS (I’m pretty certain there is a horror movie by that name or at least a thriller but I’m so bad with horror so I wouldn’t know the details LMAO) LMASOAOAOAO close enough you gave Yamada extra exp (I also have only heard of this in passing so twinsies) ok but rin and tullia actually does sound like a VERY interesting dynamic curious about where you think you’d put that pairing

Maybe I didn’t realize it and I’m going through my fall rut too like damn ok tumblr….tbf I actually think it’s a combination between my slow devices that are chronically filled to the brim storage wise because I constantly take videos and pictures….and also my reception being really bad recently although I’m not entirely sure why because that part of tech is def not my specialty but hopefully gonna get through this….

LAMAOAOOAAO ALL GOOD I LOVE LONG CHATS DW our yap sessions give me life

REAL bird symbolism >>>> also YEAH KAISER LMFOAOAAO he’s supposed to look exotic and flashy and well. He fits the bill!!!! His hair makes him look like a molting parrot that’s in like the in between stages of pin feather emergence or something but YESSS written so well especially with the showing not telling thing via writing honestly so impressive and really enjoyable to read it’s like it scratches an itch in my brain because I cannot get past works that are really poorly worded or have a lot of grammar mistakes sorry

OMG if you ever publish a book I’ll be your first reader (imagine it’s a masked Karasu or nagi story LMFAOOOO)

LMAOAAOAO wdym you are an artist look at that distinct style he’s so silly

I DID SEE IT WHIKE I WAS SCROLLING AND SOOOOO TRUE I also love the nagi rin duo so much potential ugh THE PARALLELS why do I feel like we’ve talked about this before but I couldn’t be making it up so er but anyways YES THE PARALLELS LMAOAOA I love parallels sm crazy how people are blind to the actual parallels embedded in the story that make for interesting dynamics but whatever

LMFOAOAOA yeah aikus not getting a glow up quite yet but NAGI WAS MAJESTIC tabieitaken too which makes me so happy!!!

REAL it’s not the liking that’s the issue it’s the hypocrisy lowk same idea applies to people creating ship wars and whatnot but it is what it is I guess I’ll just stay far away

SHSHS HOPE YOURE FEELING BETTER NOW!!! OOOOH breaks coming up!!! Hope you get some more relaxation timeeee also the meetup is so funny LOL sleep is always good that’s honestly me uhhh on my end yeah nothing too eventful besides me struggling with technology apparently but that probably also explains why it takes me several reboots to get my tv working too it’s probably partially slow internet connection urgh other than that also sleeping LMAOO nothing too crazy over here otherwise

Ok also I passed by your meme compilation and PAUSE DO YOU REMEMBER THE AQUARIUM IDEA WE TALKED ABOUT A LOOOOOOONG TIME AGO??? THAT KARASU HIORI ONE WITH THE FISH IS LITERALLY THAT OMFG LMFAPAOAOAOAOAAO

- Karasu anon

the swerving got to me ig SLKDFJHSD even kicking karasu out of the verse entirely wasn’t enough he still crept his way back in…AND as the male lead no less!! okay but do you see the vision like this version of megumi is literally karasu they’re even described the same (black spiky hair [because you will never see me calling karasu’s hair purple sorry not sorry purple hair is like reo to me karasu is just black but with…shading ig…] and blue eyes) it’s SO perfect LMAOAOA omg reader and megumi are so funny with each other they’re like kinda constantly roasting one another while also being insanely in love which again is SOOO karasu it’s crazy 😭 HAHA i will keep you posted currently trying to work on some 1k event stuff because i have to get through my requests and haven’t written in over a month so that’s as good a place to start as any

THEY DID NAGI SOSOSOSOSO WELL AHHHH I WAS SO HAPPY i knew they weren’t going to fumble him they love him SO much now i just need them to put that level of effort into barou and i will literally die with no regrets LMAOOO agreed the animation looked sm better this ep!! i totally didn’t mind it at all and i’m glad that since their budget and time were limited they’re focusing on doing their best with the really important bits (if that makes sense???) also SDLKFHJDS YES SHOCKED NAGI WAS SOOOO FUNNY PLS I WAS DYING he was fr like 😧 he looked so cuteee though but yeah i think that’s probably the most his facial muscles have ever moved in his life…actually wait on a more serious(ish) note i think it’s kind of cute that like as we go further along in bllk he’s becoming more and more expressive??? like him smiling with yukimiya and now this it feels like he really has more friends and is finally becoming more comfortable in himself and showing/having feelings it’s so sweet to see him opening up ���� (one thing abt me I WILL be taking the most random things seriously when it comes to nagi like is it truly that deep?? no but i am making it so)

AIKUNIKO FOR LIFE they are THE siblings of all time…actually ngl i was saying to someone that niko is literally the secret third itoshi bro if you think abt it like his eyes are EXACTLY the same (a bit rounder but he’s also younger), he and rin have super similar coloring, and he kinda has a similar personality to sae but a more innocent and sweet version?? like he could literally be revealed to be an itoshi and i’d be like ok sure checks out (also it’d be funny because then there’d be an itoshi on offense defense and midfield) bllk au where everything is the same but niko is randomly revealed to be an itoshi and the only reason he’s normal and not a bot is because aiku raised him he didn’t grow up around their weird soccer drama so he thinks it’s all silly

FACTS we’re literally ng11s atp….i think if i had to hc us on nel teams (this is a crazy statement) i would put you on pxg and i would put myself in barcha NO idea why though (actually wait then you can rizz up karasu and otoya can rizz me up and we can go on #doubledates)

I FORGET JJK IS OVER TOO i saw this slideshow on tik tok that was like “pov you’re seeing the last panel of a manga” and some of them were so emotional and then i saw the jjk one and i was just like ok…??? idk the ending just didn’t feel impactful at all to me something about it felt very incomplete and unfinished and it didn’t at all tie anything together to the point where the final panel left me empty the way a story like jjk SHOULD’VE (i have high hopes for the final panel of bllk although i hope we don’t see it for a while) agreed though SDKJHFS pi is canon everything else is just gege writing fanfiction

HELP rip peregrine truly the forgotten oldest child of the miraverse…i think it’s kinda crazy that besides peregrine and one post of headcanons that was a request i actually have not written nagi at all??? technically pursuit is a nagi fic but he’s at least 20k words away from debuting and the romance is so secondary to the plot that it almost doesn’t count so yeah haven’t written for him in ages which is crazy considering how much i love him…anyways slide that one shot over if you remember the title i don’t usually read much but if it’s coming recommended from you i will

LMAOAOA oopsies accidentally upped him a few levels SKDJFHS yeah it looks like a romance anime i’d watch in a weekend and forget about in a couple of days ngl but its existence served its purpose by awakening me to the rin and tullia potential honestly i feel like my default pick for a tullia pairing ESPECIALLY alongside nagi is isagi because he kinda fits the kind of character i put her with usually?? idk actually originally it was kunigami but then i was like “nah isagi makes more sense” also i didn’t know abt wildcard when i first watched s1 so i thought kunigami was fr cooked so i had to change gears because couldn’t have tullia with a random yk HAHAHA but now that i’m considering it i think rin and tullia would be so much more fun to write?? mostly because i don’t usually write tullia the way she is in pomegranate ink…like typically she’s a very serious, borderline rude in her bluntness/sarcasm, shy (but it comes across as cold), and competent (idk if this makes sense but she like. gets shit done and doesn’t start fights but finishes them LSKDJF) type of character which i think would intersect with rin very oddly as that’s the personality he tries to give off but we all know he’s not really like that HAHA it would be like a fake idgaf warrior x real idgaf warrior chemical reaction 😭 OR alternatively we go with the pomegranate ink tullia characterization which would also be hilarious because rin would just constantly be like wtf is she talking about meanwhile tullia’s dropping her “yk what they say abt assumptions they make an ass out of you and me 🙂‍↕️” wisdom LMAOOOO wait also if she’s more like her pi self then they’d def be that “quiet bf x he asked for no pickles gf” couple somehow like i can VIVIDLY imagine tullia beating rin’s opps up for him she’d even swing on shidou if necessary 🤩

okay wait let me cook what kind of scenario i would pair them up in…i think the male lead would probably be nagi in a fic where they’re the side couple?? because if it’s a long fic lbr the only options for male leads on THIS blog are nagi and karasu but ngl if the male lead is karasu i want tullia with hiori they would have that pi tullia x inumaki vibe and hiori makes more sense as a side character in a karasu story 🧐 let me branch out though and see if i can think of anyone else hmm the obvious option is isagi but erm. isagi has a long ways to go before he can make it as a love interest in the miraverse he should honestly be glad i allowed him to be in a love triangle(ish) with yayoi and barou in pursuit SDJKF uhh who else is even associated with rin…sae?? but a) i’m not writing MORE sae it’s bad enough how many reqs i have for him and b) idk how i would feel abt reader and tullia just dating siblings SLDJFS errr ig bachira is there but i’m incapable of seeing bachira as a love interest fsr…hiori but i also don’t have strong romantic feelings abt hiori like he’s chill but i def couldn’t write a fic abt him yk…why is rin so emo LKSDJFSLD bro has zero friends i gen think nagi is the only feasible option given the miraverse constraints (unless you have any other suggestions ☝🏻) actually that’s kind of annoying though because nagi is lowkey impossible to come up with aus for so now i’m going to have to ruminate on what kind of situation specifically that this could all work in

PRAYING FOR YOU AHHHH fall slump is inevitable fr LKSSDLFJ hmm have you tried going on the tumblr website instead of the app?? that might be a little faster if connection is the issue (no idea if that’s smth you’ve already done/usually do) but yes we will get through this november is almost over and then we will be freed

yeah kaiser is certainly giving…something…LMAOOO PIN FEATHERS SO REAL i think the bird symbolism became a little TOO literal with him which is kind of crazy coming from me (a karasu glazer) but idk karasu pulls it off better!! anyways i’m also just a kaiser hater because all of his fans are nagi haters for some reason (okay not ALL but. a lot.) so there’s automatic beef there like kaiser could literally be the best character ever and be absolutely gorgeous and he’d be my OPP but as it is he’s neither of those things so i will always be criticizing

AHAHAH YAYYY THAT MEANS SM i really try to treat my readers like they’re intelligent individuals?? even in books i think people try to baby their readers and spoon feed too much which just gets annoying and redundant so i just throw in subtle references where if you get it you get it and if you put the connections together that’s great but if you don’t it’s not HORRIBLE you just kinda miss out on some foreshadowing or themes before they’re explained more fully…especially with tumblr it’s nice because then i can post about it and people who did’t see it can then know what i was doing and people who did can be like “yeahhh i noticed that #socool” LMAOOO also sometimes people will come up with their own connections and theories that outclass anything i intended on adding which is always really fun as well but that would never happen if i was overly literal with everything because then there’s no room for interpretation if that makes sense (also agreed poor grammar/wording are indeed turn offs for me that’s another reason why i don’t read fanfic much anymore…not hating because everyone starts somewhere and no one is perfect but yeah i am very picky with what i read and that’s why 99% of the time i end up writing instead)

LMAOOO PLEASE can you imagine you’re reading a book and you’re like “wow this seichiro kagi guy who’s 6’3, lazy, white haired, and super talented sounds really familiar…” that’s how you know it’s by me fr actually honestly given how increasingly insane my ideas have been becoming as of late i could probably write an entire fic and then just use ctrl + f to have a completely new story

NAGI THE SILLIEST I LOVE HIM and so real they should hire me to draw episode karasu my portfolio is scattered throughout our asks i’ll do the story justice fr 🙏🏻

ngl it’s entirely possible that we have in fact talked about it before but i’m thinking about them sm rn…ugh…NAGIRIN IS LOVE NAGIRIN IS LIFE actually i think one of the reasons why people don’t talk about it is that people crash OUT if you ship nagi with anyone but reo (not that i’m shipping but yk) like i saw a nagisagi edit on tik tok (it was to the alchemy by taylor swift actually ngl it was cute hold on here’s the link) so i was like huh i wonder if people are posting abt this on tumblr come to find out people genuinely have like “nagisagi shippers dni” LMAO??? like why is it that serious 😳 you know i’m not really into shipping but look nagi and isagi have that yaoi eye reflection thing going on that everyone talks abt with nagire so i can see why people would ship them 😭😭😭 also they are like. such a normal ship?? like they’re the same age and they’re friends and nagi thinks abt isagi somewhat frequently and vice versa so i was genuinely surprised at how many people hate it KFDJDJSJ anyways long story short i will continue to spread my nagirin duo truth and if the haters come for me…we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it 🔥 although ngl since i never talk abt things in a romantic context i SHOULD be safe. we can hope.

also wait speaking of that edit this comment on it cracks me up every time i look back and see it LMAOO mostly because it’s actually very true but i didn’t think abt it until i saw the comment…like yeah isagi actually IS always going on abt how he and nagi can make a million different chemical reactions like in the 3v3 against kunigami chigiri and reo he literally hallucinated nagi surrounded by rainbow sparkles (when he’s like “the future with barou is dead but the future with nagi is bursting with life” or wtvr poetic pseudoscience bs he was on abt at the time) HAHAHAHA like i said i’m not a shipper nor an isagi fan actually but listen the vision is hilarious to me and idk why it’s not more popular

aiku looks good when we don’t get closeups of his facial hair and teeth LMAOO he looked cute w sendou though ig 😭 AGREED NAGIIII and all of tabieitaken but otoya especially really ate this ep!! and the barou crumbs AHHH I’M SO HYPE FOR HIS GOAL ACTUALLY I KNOW IT’S GOING TO GO OFF

EXACTLY AHAHAHJS no this is why i only discuss “ships” (more so duos for me) and character opinions and whatnot w you and jeirin because a solid majority of people in the bllk fandom are like. a diff breed /neg

YES i am finally healed thankfully been having a restful week for the most part!! just chilling w my dogs like usual…excited to see my high school friends during break as well as for the semester to finally be over soon 🤩 just need to get through finals in the middle of december and then i’m freeeeee (to write bllk fic mostly lbr)

LMAOAOAO YES ACTUALLY I THINK I SENT YOU THAT EXACT MEME BACK THEN TOO AND WAS LIKE “this is literally karasu and fwtkac reader” KDJDSJ for the sake of the larger population i made it hiori but just know that in my mind that’s what i was originally envisioning…similarly the one proposal meme that i had w kunigiri/nagireo was originally meant to be for peregrine with the “she said yes!” being y/n and kira instead of kunigami and chigiri HAHAHA

[y3xx]

AI art is theft. It came from a real artist somewhere and someone took that art and ran it through AI. No judgment - just information. You should take it down and replace your header. Also, just for more information (and, again, no judgement), posting something you did make - no matter where you got it - is also theft and it hurts artists everywhere. Please don't do it. That includes headers for blog or fics or profile pictures; it's best to ask artists first and respect it if they say no. Thank you for reading and your time.

ty for coming to me in respectful manner.

ik the negative affects of AI and i’m coming to completely understand it now compared to when i first dropped this fic.

i’m gonna be honest i don’t want to take it down as the fics photo rn because i don’t have a replacement but i’m willing to look for one and if i find one i’ll update it immediately and if anyone has any suggestions i’ll gladly take those as well.

[mrkis]

dude idk if im ab to ask smth too difficult ok i dont wanna bother u, so feel free to not answer me if ur not in the right mindset pls🙏🏻 but can u give me some advices on writing here? Cuz these days i feel the urge to write a drabble/fic/whatever to free my mind, but i dont rlly know where to begin, like how do i make my blog pretty, where do i write, how to use hashtags n stuff like that- i feel like a fish out of the water rn ._.

-🦦

no its cool, you can ask me whatever you're comfortable with asking.

first off, any writing urges you get, definitely note them down somewhere so they wont be forgotten. (even if they're messy notes, its completely fine).

some backstory is always good to start off with; to explain the scene, explain the situation, how you got to a certain point, why this certain thing is happening or going to happen etc. BUT. you don't always have to start off with backstory. the majority of my writings start off with dialogue because thats where i find it easier to begin and others i just jump straight into the scene.

writing will always be a trial and error process. you'll have some works that you've vibed with and others you're unsure on, and thats ok. as long as you're having fun while creating whatever you want to create, thats the most important part.

with 'making the blog look pretty', its all abt your aesthetic and style. pinterest always has some good pictures to use as headers and profiles (or you can use your own!) but if you ever need it, i'd be happy to help out.

hashtags are pretty simple. for example, if you're writing smut abt nct. you put down #nct smut. if it's abt a specific member (lets just say mark), you put down #mark lee smut. i hope that helped and i'm sorry for rambling so much. but honestly? once you do it for the first time, everything falls into place so easily. you got this!

[kitten4sannie]

i'm coming out of anon to show you the header photo i chose for san cause i'm drooling

LOOK. AT. HIM.

when you read san, you gotta picture him like this cause i'm unstable

love, 🐑 anon who's losing it

HSKSHDJD holy fuck i’m not gonna survive your fic 😭😭 why does he look so mysterious and brooding tho ahhhh and he’s giving lead character vibes from a movie that i’d watch a thousand times ;; i can’t waitttttt i’m practically foaming at the mouth rn 🤲🏼

[itoshi-s]

gaaah m'not sure if i put it as a fic or a lil thirst ....... i really really dont wanna look for header pictures rn :(

[lunar-jimin]

i still wonder wonder beautiful story still wonder wonder best part i still wander wander next story i want to make you mine

Paring: Taehyung x fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre:  a dash of angst with a side of horny

Words: 1k 

Warnings: male masturbation, taehyung being a horny shit, taehyung also kind of stalks oc, but not in an aggressive way, more of like a “i like you and you’re always here, so i’m gonna watch you from the distance because i’m a coward” kinda way

a/n: I was originally excited to post this, but @jamaisjoons dropped her monster of her fic, and really that should be you only priority in life rn. But I’m still proud. Also my headers are getting worse and worse as I lose motivation, so...but I’m popping out a drabble a day so that’s what counts. Also this once again for @ficswithluv​‘s Bulletproof Bingo.

bingo m.list | bingo card | m.list

The heavy grey clouds threatened to let loose a torrent of rain, but Taehyung paid them no mind. He wouldn't give up his Sundays in the park for anything. His friends found his weekend habit a bit peculiar, but they figured it had to do with his overly art-oriented mind. Something to do with flowers.

Taehyung had to admit the flowers were quite beautiful in the spring. The whole park was painted in a rainbow of petals. Nothing was better than a lazy bike ride in April. And it was the park's natural beauty that originally drew him in, but it was you that had kept him coming. When he first saw you, he didn't think you were real, but sure enough every Sunday, you were there.

Each time, you found yourself on the edge of a large meadow, with a blanket, a book, and your meal of choice. Taehyung would watch you from a bench across the field, pretending to be reading a book of his own. His gaze would softly trace over the curve of your body, as his hand mindlessly turned the pages.

You had to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. You were all at once sweet and sexy, and your choice in literature only fueled his fantasies of making you read while his hands were under your skirt. And your skirts- don't even get him started on your skirts. They weren't short like the ones girls at the club would wear, but they did show off enough of your leg to give him dangerous thoughts. Even during the cold autumn and winter months, you would wear them with soft pastel tights beneath.

Today your skirt was a pastel blue matched with a cream-colored sweater and a brown jacket. You were quietly munching on a sandwich, while fully engrossed in a thick Dicken's novel. Taehyung shifted in his seat. A soft breeze blew over, a sign that autumn was finally here to stay. Golden brown leaves blanketed the park and he couldn't help the chuckle the escaped his mouth as he watched a gaggle of children jump in a pile.

He wondered if you would want kids. He wanted kids. Five of them. He wondered if you would be okay with that. It was time's like these that Taehyung felt a little gross with himself. He didn't know so much as your name, and here he was questioning whether or not you would be okay baring his children.

He often thought about approaching you, but every time he got close to doing it, his nerves got the better of him. The butterflies in his stomach would turn into vicious crows and he would find himself paralyzed with fear. What would you think of him? Would you find him as attractive as he found you? Would you think he was witty? Worthy of your intellect? What if he said the wrong thing? What if you never wanted to see him again? So he stayed on his side of the field and watched you on yours, so close, but never close enough.

Sure enough, a sprinkle had begun to drizzle down onto the park goers. You stayed for a little while longer before the sprinkle had begun to pick up intensity. Taehyung sighed in disappointment as you packed up your things and made your way out of the field. An ache filled his heart as he watched you go and he silently cursed the weather gods for taking away his time with you. Usually, he would spend the entire afternoon watching you, but today he only got a measly hour.

On the bus ride back to his apartment, he couldn't take his mind off of you. He absent-mindedly stared out the window, watching the drops roll down. All he could picture was your leaving figure, the way your skirt accentuated your hips and ass just right. He let out an internal groan when he felt himself chub up in his pants at the image. He glanced to his left and silently prayed that the sweet old grandma across the aisle from him wouldn't notice the tent in his pants.

It wasn't the first time the thought of you turned him on, not by a long shot. Despite your relatively modest apparel, Taehyung would still find something about you that made him drool. He had lost count of the number of times he had laid in bed with his fist around his cock, trying not to cum too fast to the thought of your pretty pink lips wrapped around him.

By the time he got off the bus, he was at full mast, awkwardly shuffling down the aisle, and avoiding making eye contact with the passengers. He made his way to his apartment door as fast as he could, not even bothering to take his damp coat off as he plopped down on the couch and slipped his hand into his pants.

He hadn't been this hard in a while, he wasn't sure what had triggered him. After giving himself a few quick pumps, he hastily unbuttoned his fly to pull out his now dripping cock. He sighed in relief, throwing his head back while his hand moved at an almost superhuman speed. Images of you flickered through his mind. Your eyes, your hair, your breasts, and your damn skirts flooded his imagination. He didn't even need to picture you naked to bring him to the breaking point. All he needed was the image of you bent over a desk, tights, and panties at your knees while he plowed into you from behind.

And just like that, he was cumming all over his shirt and pants. All he could see was white as he let out an almost animalistic roar. He lay on the couch listless for what felt like an eternity before finally tucking himself in his pants and heading to his room to change. As he lay in bed that night, he vowed to himself that next time, he would talk to you.

Sure enough, Sunday rolled around and he found himself standing by his usual bench next to the field. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to step forward, and before he knew it, he was standing by the edge of your blanket. You looked up at him from the Virginia Woolf novel you were reading, confusion painted across your face. Taehyung almost lost his breath at how striking your eyes were, but he managed to steady himself.

"Hi," he breathed, "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

You grinned.

[dylanobrienisbatman]

I was tagged by: @blodreina-noumou​ because i asked to be because im bored! Lets do this!

List your top ten ships without looking at the questions, then answer!

1. Cassie x Cole (12 Monkeys)

2. Murphy x Emori (The 100)

3. Bellamy x Echo (The 100)

4.Marcus x Saya (Deadly Class)

5. Julia x Kady (The Magicians)

6. Damon x Elena (The Vampire Diaries)

7.Tandy x Tyrone (Cloak & Dagger)

8. Matt x Elektra (Daredevil)

9. Chidi x Eleanor (The Good Place)

10. Michael x Maria (Roswell New Mexico)

I’m tagging: @thelittlefanpire @hopskipaway @the-most-beautiful-broom @nightbleeder @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @justbecauseyoubelievesomething and anyone else who wants to do it!

1) Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

- Damon x Elena : ohhh boy... i dont remember exactly when... it was definitely during the first season though, because when Damon kissed Katherine pretending to be Elena on Elena’s porch i fucking LOST my mind.

2) have you ever read fanfiction about 2?

Absolutely. If you want good memori fics, read @the-most-beautiful-broom​!

3) Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr avatar?

nope, i usually do individual characters only for avatars, and i dont do ships for profile pictures/screen savers. it may have been my header gif for a while though?

4) if 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

IMPOSSIBLE. they are the divine pairing, you watch your mouth. I’d be sad, even though they technically were never ‘together’ in the first place.

5) Why is 1 so important?

Because Death can be undone. But love cannot.

6) Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

BOTH!!! Their love is SO serious, its all about growth and self acceptance and loving each other for all parts of themselves, but they also say things like “scared is the best way to be horny” so take that as you will lol

7) Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Ohhh probably... Marcus x Saya or Matt x Elektra. theres something SO fiery about both of these ships.

8) out of all of the ships, which ship has the strongest bond?

I’d say probably tandy x tyrone (they are literally cosmically linked) or cassie x cole (... like... come ON), if we’re talking about like... whether they were destined for each other. But if were tlaking about like, hard earned love and acceptance? Memori and Becho for sure.

9) How many times have you read/watched 10’s fandom?

I’ve rewatched s1 at least 3 times, and s2 just started and im SO invested!!!

10) Which ship has lasted the longest?

Technically chidi x eleanor? because how long even IS a Bearimy? but if we’re talking seasons of a show, i guess... Damon x Elena?

11) How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

like... so many times. TVD is notorious for that nonsense.

12) if the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Well Murphy and Emori have grown up and lived through TWO apocalypses and are like, hardened badass scavenger survivor types, but Matt and Elektra are superheroes... so it might be close but i bet Memori would win out.

13) is 4 still together?

They never were ‘together’ technically, and the show ended with them not together, but in my heart they are.

14) is 10 canon?

YES, well.. kind of? i think so? like this season it was discussed as being a central romance but also they are going THROUGH it rn.

15) if all ten ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Okay so, memori would def be the best at base line survival, like scavenging, hunting, etc. And they would NOT fall short on the ability to kill to survive. Becho are a Battle Couple, and i think Echo’s spy skills would come in SUPER hand. Matt x Elektra and legit trained superhero types, so that gives them a significant edge. Maria is probably not gonna do great but Michael is a telekentic alien so he has a power that would be helpful for sure. Marcus x Saya are trained assassins, so that helps them out... tandy x tyrone have great super powers too... Kady x Julia are Magicians, and Kady is a BOSS at battle magic, and Julia was literally a god for a while. Damon and Elena are (were?) vampires, so thats helpful too... Okay lemme work this out...

chidi and eleanor would probably die first, I love them, but they just aren’t equipped.

Michael and Maria next, because Maria woudln’t be much help and Michaels power is cool but not like... super helpful?

Cassie x Cole would die next. Badasses for sure, but they dont have super powers or assassin training to help them.

Tandy x Tyrone next, they ahve badass powers but they’re just kids... idk if they’d be a match for trained assassins and shit like that

Bellamy and echo would be next. both of them are battle hardened and badass, and i think Echo on her own would last way longer than them together, but in the end they’d fall out.

murphy and emori would be next. super great survivors, but not trained at killing, so that edge they had doesn’t help much towards the end.

marcus and saya would be next. absolutely badasses, and they’d last a long time, but they are kids and they would eventually slip up due to immaturity and lack of real experience.

Damon and Elena next. Being vampires would help them a LOT, obviously, but Elena is pretty inexperienced and doesn’t have a lot of training, and Damon is prone to emotional outbursts that get him in trouble. I think elena would end up in danger and Damon would get them both offed trying to save her. I could be wrong though, if any team would be the surprise victors i’d bet on them.

Julia and kady would go next. Definitely badasses, but not trained killers. They’d be more prepared than the kids, and they have a lot of experience in dangerous situations, but trained assassins who are fully grown and have a lot of experience is hard to beat.

matt and elektra would be the victors. They may not have ‘powers’ but they’re aboslutely BADASS, and have the most real experience. They are also the least likely to fall prey to an emotional response to a situation, giving them a huge edge.

16) Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Other than the writers? no.

17)Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Becho, mostly because i HAVE to because the fandom is... hell. Also Maria x Michael, for the same reason.

18) Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

Not really, only because i know it’s gonna be dead. I do check regularly for my Echo blog though! @echo--positivity

19) if an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all up forever, which ship would you sink?

Michael and Maria. I love them, but I know they’re not the endgame ship the story has planned, so if they’re gonna break up anyway, might as well. Another option would be Kady x Julia, because they were never canon to begin with.

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Otp game

@acelandonkirby tagged me

Parker x Hardison x Eliot

Oliver x Felicity

Tandy x Tyrone

Audrey x Duke x Nathan

Hope x Landon

Jane x Petra

Bellamy x Clarke

Joey x Pacey

Sara x Ava

Hope x Lizzie

Some I'm currently obsessed with

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Hmmm no but it wasn't at the beginning. Maybe around s3?

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Yes, I have!!! I'm very picky about their fic as people have a very hard time nailing Felicitys speech patterns but there is a really great one from their son's pov and it's a great canon divergent fic and one of the only first pov fics I've ever liked. Also, I read a fic about them before I started the show cause an author I liked wrote a short pjo fic for them and then I started watching.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

No, none of them have. But these three haven changed a lot of my habits so maybe in the future. I should make them the header for my Haven blog tho. . . Only Nathan and Audrey rn.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Well, they were never together and I don't watch anymore but I'd be like, ugh of course, this show is the worst, why can nothing good happen???

5. Why is 1 so important?

Cause it's leverage??? Healthy polyamory filled with communication and commiting crime together??? Perfection. Also, I love that their most shippy moments are like hugs and cheek kisses. Beautiful.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Legends is pretty silly and while Sara and Ava have their serious moments, they generally lean more towards the silly. Very playful together.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

All???? I mean, Olicity became canon because of their chemistry. .. . But I think Audrey x Duke x Nathan (right now) have the most chemistry for me. They are pretty explosive together and I can't stop watching their scenes and reading fic and now I'm trying to write for them???

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

Parker x Hardison x Eliot. I can't imagine them breaking up and there was no insta love and they built relationship organically, so that trust and respect is really hard to break.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

Once all the way through, but I've watched a few episodes twice and a lot of scenes over and over.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

Canonically? I think. .. Oliver and Felicity, even including their break ups. I think they were together for four seasons. .. . Joey and Pacey only had one canon season together. Parker and Hardison and Eliot were confirmed at the end and the dating wasn't stared inverse. Hope and Landon are 2 seasons. Sara and Ava are on 2 seasons. .. and the rest were never canon.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

They were never canon :(

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

2, hands down. Joey and Pacey would not do great in a zombie apocalypse but Oliver would do amazing and Felicity is very resourceful, so my money in on them.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

There are so many fics about that. .. alas, I hope they have just been hiding their relationship from the audience this whole time.

14. Is 4 still together?

One of them is dead so that's a hard no.

15. Is 10 canon?

Nope :/

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Hmmm .. . I think Sara and Ava would win. Former assassin and clone? Yeah.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Fake Cupid did and failed. Malivore and Clark, you could argue. Penelope did a little bit, but she just told Landon the truth, she didn't try to break them up.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Parker x Hardison x Eliot cause they are so healthy and people should look to them for a good relationship model (even non romantic). Trust, respect, and communication. They can be vulnerable around each other, they offer challenges, they are very supportive. . .it's lovely.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I did like last week. They are so cute and were cut short but they had a solid ending at least.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

So many of them have been sunk already. .. . Maybe Audrey x Duke x Nathan. S5 was not good to them so a permanent break up might have been the best. They got quite toxic.

Tagging: @lesbianmaxevans @iamnotfromthisplanet @protectwoc @dukewuornos @misscrazyfangirl321 @lawlessferalgay @cookiedoughmeagain @eternalxblossom @captstjohn and anyone who sees this and wants to do it, please tag me, I'd love to see your responses!!

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Chaos Theory Part 10

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader, George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Drug mention, swearing 

Word Count: 7732 (fuck me)

A/N: Right, guys. 7,732 words is the longest fic I’ve ever written. I can’t even rn...I’m so tired and I’ve been working like so hard on this chapter and Young gods I’ve stocked up on tequila and vodka lol so after the next two chapters are released I can have a fucking Fiesta !! Just an FYI things are gonna start getting darker now. Also, I know Luke is supposed to look different for everyone but I think I’ve deserved using a gif of Noah Centineo bc he’s so cute and i love him sm, and given that I’ve written about Luke’s birthday, I think he should claim the header for now. Anyway, here we go. Happy B’day Lukey :)

This chapter is dedicated to my sister, Mariana ‘Maia/Maui’ Tori - I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll love you always. RIP belle fiore 🥀 1996 - 2004

Chapter 10:

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Friday, December 18th

***

The strange parcel arrives late at night with no return address.

You recognise the signature style all too quickly and your stomach curls in on itself, heart shuddering and throat constricting like a straw.

After weeks of silence, the mysterious sender is back again and it looks like they’ve upgraded from creepy photo to mysterious box.

It’s sitting on your bed like a plain, Pandora’s box, inviting you to open it and unleash a tempest of chaos. You approach it slowly, hesitantly, icy blood gushing through your crystallised veins like Antarctic waters travelling down the deltas of a cold-blooded monster. A part of you needs to see this; it could be clues, a lead, something that could aid you in this impossible investigation. But the other part of you is wary, perhaps even a little afraid, because you’re not sure if you’re prepared to face whatever is in this box.

Either way, you find yourself standing in front of it, peering down at the familiar scrawl written across the top, and you slice the string holding it together, gripping the lid and squeezing your eyes shut so you can muster up every single ounce of your Gryffindor courage, tearing the lid off and-

You gasp.

***

Thursday, December 10th

***

Unsurprisingly, news about the Yule Ball spread quicker than a wildfire, tangling the school in a sticky web of rumours and gossip.

It’s all Parvati, Padma and Lavender can talk about after your weekly Howler meeting, much to the dismay of Dean Thomas, who sits on the fringe of their conversation, looking equal parts exasperated and nervous while the girls whisper and giggle beside him.

You can’t exactly blame them. The Yule Ball at Hogwarts is combining two of the most whimsical events and squeezing them into one night. Celebrating Christmas while dressing up and dancing with your date? Of course, all the girls would be excited; it’s an excuse to dress up and spend the night with people you care about.

The boys, however, do not share the girl’s enthusiasm for the Ball. Flustered and nervous, a lot of the boys at Hogwarts have had difficulty approaching the subject of dates, since according to tradition, it’s their responsibility to find one.

Harry had been shocked when McGonagall told him that he would have to find a dancing partner after Transfiguration earlier today. As a Champion, he had no choice in the matter, which meant that if he didn’t find a partner soon, he’d risk embarrassing himself in front of the entire school.

Ron, too, was starting to grow anxious about who he would ask to the ball, and Hermione had become impatient with him. Honestly, you couldn’t blame her; she was the most obvious choice to ask, yet Ron continued to allow his obliviousness blind him from what’s right in front of him. Hermione had been tempted to slap both Ron and Harry around the head and point out that they didn’t have to look very far, but you had stopped her before she could. While it would be enjoyable to go with Harry, you were hoping to be asked by someone else...

A touch of worry pricks your chest. What if you don’t get asked by anyone? That was a possibility you hadn’t really considered, given that you had been clinging hopefully to the prospect of being asked by Cedric.

Though to be fair, both you and Cedric have been so caught up in school work and...extracurricular activities, you hadn’t even had an opportunity to talk to one another, let alone arrange a date. Still, you supposed that there was still just over a week until the Ball...plenty of time to arrange a date...

“-hoping for a new camera for Christmas, mine is looking a little shabby, though Noah says that’s okay as long as it functions properly,” Colin Creevey says, excitedly, rambling at a million miles per hour, “He doesn’t really talk that much, does he? But he takes really good photos. I wonder if he could take a photo of me and Dennis with Harry? That would be awesome! Though I do feel a bit sorry for him, I heard that his sister-”

Your mind drifts again, eyes travelling past Colin and spotting Dean in the distance. He waves you over desperately, a pleasing expression written across his face.

“-isn’t that sad? She was always really nice to me so when Professor Dumbledore announced that she had died last year, I was really quite shocked. Nice of Professor Dumbledore to pay his respects to her, eh? He’s such a great Headmaster, he’s made Dennis and I feel at ease-”

“-That reminds me!” You interrupt, hurriedly, “I have to quickly speak to Dean about...something that Professor Dumbledore wanted so I’ll just-”

“Oh, yeah?” Colin asks, cheeks dimpled and eyes wide, “That’s so cool! Dean is such a great artist, he’s going to go far. Hey, I wonder if Harry has seen any of his work. Maybe I should ask Dean to sketch a picture of me and Harry together? Do you think Harry would like that for Christmas? You’d know best, you and Harry are basically-”

“-Yeah, that’s great,” you interrupt, hastily, already walking away from Colin, “See you Colin!”

Colin waves cheerily at you and plods away, approaching Juniper and Daisy and launching into a rambling lecture. You bite your lip, guilt plucking your chest. He really is a sweet boy, little Colin Creevey, who has idolised Harry since Colin arrived at Hogwarts. Leaving him feels mean, but you have a feeling that he could chat to you about everything and nothing for hours on end and still not tire out.

Ignoring your guilt and Colin’s excited voice that carries across the room, you approach Dean, who looks grateful at your arrival.

“Excited for the ball?” You tease, arching a coy eyebrow and Dean sighs.

“I can’t concentrate with the girls gossiping beside me,” Dean groans, rubbing soothing circles into his temples.

You shrug, sliding onto his desk and toying subconsciously with a loose fabric on your skirt, “You got to admit though, it is pretty exciting. Rumour has it that Celestine Warbeck is going to perform.”

Dean rolls his eyes, “Pretty sure that’s still just a rumour.”

You give an exaggerated sigh, as though severely disappointed by this news, “Yeah. But it’d be nice though, right?”

Dean grins, “Oh boy, if that were true, I would be way more excited for this ball thingy.”

“I think everyone would be.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for the girls to be more excited than they already are.”

“Oh trust me, you’d be surprised.”

Dean snorts, studying you for a moment, his dark eyes glittering amicably, “I don’t suppose anyone’s asked you yet, have they?”

This time, it’s your turn to snort, “Oh, please Dean. I’ve been getting offers left, right and centre. I practically had to sneak my way here to avoid being swarmed by them all...” you pause for comedic effect, “...not.”

Dean chuckles, rolling his quill between his fingers, “Well, if you don’t get asked soon - which, I mean, you totally will get asked I’m not saying you’re not - I mean-you're pretty so I’m sure you’ll get offers - not that I think you’re pretty because - I mean - we’re just good friends - but I don’t think you’re ugly - you’re definitely not ugly I can tell you that right now - I mean -”

You raise your brows expectantly at him, smirking as you watch Dean sputter and stumble over his words. After another few seconds of spluttering, you finally decide to intervene, amused by his awkwardness.

“Dean Thomas, are you trying to ask me to the Ball?”

Dean averts his gaze, staring at his quill. The conversation beside you has gone quiet, the three girls pausing mid-sentence to eavesdrop on your conversation. Dean exhales a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes,” he mumbles, “I’m asking you to the ball. But as friends!” He adds, briskly, shooting a look at the girls giggling beside him, “And as a...um...Plan B...”

You smile warmly at him, his offer and awkwardness endearing. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you give him a subtle wink and beam at him.

“I would be honoured to have you as my Plan B.”

A burst of girlish giggles bubble into the air around you, cutting off Dean’s relieved chortles. Parvati and Lavender are both red-faced, hands clamped across their lips in a failed attempt to muffle their giggles. Padma, however, is grinning teasingly, glancing between you and Dean.

“Aw,” she gushes, reaching out to ruffle both yours and Deans hair, “You guys would be so cute together.”

“As friends,” you add, hastily, “Dean is my good ol’ pal and the best back up plan I’ve ever had.”

Dean clutches his chest through his shirt, “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You frown at him, though you can’t stop the grin stretching across your lips, “I think you need to find yourself some new friends, then.”

Dean shrugs, “I suppose I do.”

As Padma and Dean begin to chat amongst themselves, you allow your gaze to drift away from their conversation, spotting Noah in the corner of the room. He’s bent over a desk, staring intensely at some photos, hands pressed flat against the desk in front of him. His aviator's jacket is too big for him; it swamps around his tall and lithe form almost drowning him in leather and wool.

You make your way towards him and lean against the desk, peering down at the photos in front of him.

They’re scenic landscapes snapped from various spots around Hogwarts, though they look incredibly different, enhanced even, as though you’re looking at places you take for granted through a different lens. There’s a photo of the Whomping Willow, the Courtyard, Hagrid’s hut and an excitable Fang. Noahs even made Blast-Ended Skrewts look more interesting than ugly killing machines.

“You’re a really good photographer, you know,” you murmur, smiling down at Noah’s photos.

“These are nothing,” Noah mutters, apathetically, “The camera that Maia gave me could make these photos look like they were taken by six-year-olds mucking around with a cheap Kodak.”

You bite your lip, ignoring the obvious Muggle reference (what in Merlin’s name is a Kodak anyway?) and consider Noah carefully, “I’m sorry about your camera.”

Noah shrugs, “It’s not the camera that I’m worried about...”

You think about resting a comforting hand on his, but decide against it.

“I’m sorry about Maia, too.”

Noah swallows thickly and turns away. He’s silent for a long time, and you’re afraid you may have overstepped your boundaries when Noah rasps a reply.

“What is it that they say? Time will heal the scars,” he whispers, as though trying to convince himself that it’s true.

You chew the inside of your cheek, hesitating for a moment, before carefully stringing your next words together.

“What was Maia like?” You ask, warily, “I only met her twice and she seemed really nice...”

A ghost of a smile plays across Noah’s lips, “She was...funny, she’d make me laugh even when I didn’t want to. And she could be feisty, Christ, she was feisty, and so bloody bossy. I guess that’s why she was the Hufflepuff and I was the Slytherin because she was happy and free-spirited and she...” Noah bites his lip, as though stifling a laugh, “...she used to cry whenever she listened to Cat Stevens. And she had this thing about collars - they always had to be folded back otherwise they’d annoy her. And photos, she loved photos but she couldn’t take one to save her life. They’d always come out blurry or dark or off centre and she’d always laugh...”

Noah pauses in thought, as though sinking into sepia-stained memories. He allows himself a tiny smile, “Maia always said that I’d be the photographer in the family. That was what she wanted for me. She was going to be a teacher and I was going to be a famous photographer.”

Noah blinks and averts his gaze, turning away from you.

“You were the first person who said that to me, you know,” he whispers, voice hoarse, “That night when Dumbledore...” he trails off, blinking hard. He turns back to you, black eyes shimmering with something you don’t quite recognise, and he’s close enough for you notice for the first time that he has a scar knitted into his left eyebrow, “Everyone else thinks I’m a weirdo or that I ki-“

Noah suddenly cuts himself off, as though in realisation. His expression flickers, anger suddenly shadowing his face, and he turns to glare angrily at you.

“Don’t- Don’t do that!” he snaps, pointing a shaky finger at you, and you frown at him, confused.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Make me tell you things about...” he blinks, black eyes glinting dangerously, “...about Maia and me and-and make it seem like you care when you don’t! You’re-you’re just like everyone else, like Delores and-and Malfoy and her stupid boyfriend and everyone who didn’t give a shit about Maia when she was alive!”

You try to reach out and pat him but before you can even touch him, Noah flinches, as though he’s expecting you to hit him. Red stains his cheeks in shame as he backs away from you, a distant touch of fear creeping into his eyes. He retreats hurriedly, nearly stumbling out of the door, and you try to follow him when someone catches your wrist.

You glance behind you, finding Troy’s wrist gently pulling you back. He looks both worried and sympathetic as he releases your wrist, fiddling with the paintbrush behind his ear.

“He needs space,” Troy explains, “Space and time. Noah strikes me as the kind of person who likes to keep things bottled up.”

You nod in understanding, chewing your bottom lip thoughtfully, “Do you know who Delores is? Noah mentioned her just now...”

Troy hesitates, as though unsure whether it's his place to say. He concedes after a moment of silent deliberation, “Delores is Noah’s mother. Maia told me about her. They have a...troubled relationship-”

“His mother is a junkie who cares more about her current boyfriend and getting high than she does about her own kids,” Daisy drawls, bluntly, suddenly appearing at your side, “Maia used to ask me to keep an eye on him, make sure the other kids don’t bully him because he gets enough of that from home.”

“Oh...” you murmur, slowly.

“Yeah,” Troy says, staring at his feet.

An uncomfortable silence passes between the three of you as you stand in a circle, processing what had just happened. Daisy leaves as abruptly as she came, stalking across the room to Juniper’s side. Troy has his hands in his pockets, rubbing his shoes together before he smiles and nods at something behind you.

“I think you have a little visitor,” Troy beams. You spin around and grin, crouching down to welcome Nightshade into your arms.

“What are you doing here, B?” You coo, kissing Nightshade on her head. She rubs herself against your leg, tail curling in the air and she purrs and meows at you.

You scratch her ear, fingers grazing against her collar before you spot something folded inside her bell. Frowning, you carefully pull away a small piece of paper and you unfold it, nervously, hoping with all your might it isn’t related to the photo pinned to your investigation board and you stare down at it, taking in the familiar writing and you-

You smile, bite your lip, watching as dozens of tiny, red hearts shudder to life and flutter off the page like butterflies in the spring. You watch as they spell out words in mid air, tracing around invisible letters until they form a coherent sentence that reads, in unmistakable cursive writing;

Will you go to the Ball with me?

You laugh, recognising the style of it all, knowing the only person who is capable at something so sweet and romantic is-

“Will you go to the Ball with me?”

Cedric Diggory.

The heart butterflies scatter, fluttering away as though being carried away in a summer breeze. Cedric standing at the end of the hallway, grinning broadly at you. He strides toward you in smooth movements, one arm bent behind his back, beaming brightly, his blue eyes never straying from yours. A tiny laugh of disbelief slips from your lips as you smile, gazing lovingly at him until he stops right in front of you.

Cedric stretches out the arm bent behind his back, brandishing a cupcake with a giant, red love heart planted on top, holding it to his face as he awaits your answer.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, swept away by the dramatics, “Are-are you bribing me with food?”

Cedric chuckles lightly, “I knew that this would be the driving force that would compel you to come with me.”

“You must really want me as your date,” you murmur, a simpering smile curling graciously across your lips.

“More than anything,” Cedric whispers, gazing at you longingly. His blue eyes sparkle like sunlight dancing off the ocean. He’s absolutely mesmerising...

“Okay,” you giggle, suddenly giddy, “I’ll come with you to the Ball.”

Cedric sweeps you into his arms and twirls you around in a hug. You shriek a laugh as he lifts you off your feet, hands buried in his hair as he spins you before placing you gently on your feet. He grins goofily, eyes narrowing on your lips, hungry for a kiss you are all too willing to give him, and you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, guiding his lips onto yours until-

“Ahem.”

Troy clears his throat.

Cedric reluctantly pulls away from you as you crane your neck, suddenly remembering that Troy is there.

“I’ll...give you guys some privacy,” Troy mumbles, cheeks pink. He steps back into the Newsroom and closes the door and you turn back to Cedric.

“So...” you start, slowly, “Are we going to...?” You nod at the cupcake still in Cedric's hand. Cedric laughs.

“Oh,” He says, “Right.”

Nightshade meows, gazing up at Cedric with large, green eyes, staring at the cupcake longingly.

“I guess you deserve a treat or two,” Cedric says, crouching down to feed a piece of cupcake. She eats from his hand, carefully licking the tiny crumbs from his palm as Cedric strokes her head.

You beam at Cedric as you watch him affectionately scratch Nightshade, heart swelling like a balloon, suddenly understanding the excitement surrounding the Yule Ball and making a mental note to tell Dean that you won’t need a Plan B anymore...

***

Thursday December 17th 

***

You wake up early on the morning of Luke’s birthday, grinning from ear-to-ear.

As per the usual birthday tradition, you had picked out the most ugliest Christmas sweater you could find - complete with itchy wool and an unflattering turtleneck collar - and had wrapped it in embarrassingly bright wrapping paper. You can just imagine Luke’s face when he unwraps it; contorting in both disgust and amusement but holding it to his chest.

The rules were that he had to wear the sweater all day for the entire day, no excuses. Last year, McGonagall had been so unimpressed, she had nearly begged Luke to burn the sweater to a crisp and had threatened to send him to detention for the day if he didn’t.

But that wasn’t the only birthday tradition the Arden siblings had amongst themselves.

They also had to bake the worst tasting birthday cake with whatever they could find and dare each other to eat it. Once, you had baked a cake during the holidays using eggs, tomato sauce, flour, mushrooms, oats, sugar, spearmint and hot sauce and saved it for Luke’s birthday. When you had dared Luke to eat a slice, Luke, never one to turn down a challenge, had devoured the entire thing. He had then spent the next hour bent over a toilet bowl but, really, that was his own doing. You had only dared him to eat one slice, not the whole damn thing.

This year was no different; you have to keep to the Arden tradition and bake a disgusting cake. The problem is, you don’t know where the kitchens are. Last year, you had made it ahead of time and had preserved it using a cooking charm (perhaps that was why Luke reacted so...violently to it) but this year, you had been more preoccupied and less organised.

You make your way down to the Common Room, wondering how you’re going to sneak into the boy's dormitory and steal the Marauders Map when you suddenly run into a tall and firm figure.

“Woah,” you gasp under your breath, staggering backwards. A strong arm catches you by your arm before you can fall flat on your ass.

“Sorry,” George Weasley snickers, “I didn’t see you there; you’re kind of tiny, (Y/N). You’re definitely a tripping hazard.”

You scowl at him and rearrange your clothes, ironing your skirt with the palms of your hands.

“Anyone tell you you’re a class A asshole?”

“On many occasions, actually,” George grins, then shrugs, “Sticks and stones.”

“Whatever works for you,” you snip, a smirk tugging on the corners of your lips, “Anyway, what are you doing here so early?”

“We could ask you the same thing,” says Fred, sauntering toward you.

“I’m baking a cake for Luke,” you explain, grinning, “It’s his birthday and we usually bake each other really disgusting cakes and get each other terrible gifts. It’s kind of an Arden thing.”

Fred and George exchange a mischievous glance.

“Sounds like you need to head to the kitchens,” Fred smirks down at you,

“You guys know where it is?” You ask, hopefully, and Fred nods.

“Ready for a private tour?” George asks, grinning devilishly, his eyes shimmering and a thrill courses through you.

You beam at him.

***

The kitchens look like they’ve just crawled out of Hermione’s worst nightmares.

House-elves are everywhere; bustling around the large kitchens, looking harried but content as they buzz around the room. They work around you, occasionally rushing up to you to offer you various sweets and treats, practically imploring you with round orbs to enjoy their homemade delicacies.

You’ve learned that it’s better just to accept the cakes and cookies instead of politely declining, and you enjoy the ones you’ve gathered with Fred and George as you sit in front of a large oven, watching Luke’s cake swell inside of the cake tin.

“I’m surprised it’s actually baking,” George observes, nodding at the oven, “Are we sure that’s even a cake in there?”

“If it has flour, egg, milk and sugar, then it’s a cake,” you state, biting into a cookie and moaning in delight, “These cookies are to die for.”

“Right?” Fred marvels in agreement, “I mean, they’re not as good as Mums but they’re still pretty darn good.”

Your eyes flutter closed and a smile stretches across your lips as you chew languidly on another cookie, savouring the sweet flavour as it oozes onto your tongue. You hum in delight again as you begin licking chocolate off the tips of your fingers.

You open your eyes and catch George watching you with a strange expression on his face. He boldly maintains eye contact, something unfamiliar flashing in his pupils.

Fred glances between the two of you, intrigued, “I’m going to go take some of these to Lee,” he announces, standing and stretching.

You break away from George and watch him as he leaves.

“That was odd,” You note, frowning as the portrait door closes shut.

“Fred is a bit of an oddity anyway,” George shrugs, sliding closer to you, “How’s that cake going?”

You peer through the glass, studying the cake, “Honestly? I don’t know, though I want it to burn so I guess another twenty minutes or so.”

You turn back to George, whose scoffing down an incredible amount of cookies.

“So, you excited for the Ball?” He asks through a mouthful of cookies.

You grin uncontrollably, “Yeah, I am.”

“Found anyone to go with?”

“Yeah,” You slide your bottom lip between your teeth, “I’m going with Cedric.”

George stops cramming cookies into his mouth and swallows, forcing a strained smile onto his lips.

“Oh. That’s...good.”

You shrug meekly, trying not to appear as giddy as you feel, “Yeah. Are you going with anyone?”

“Uh-Harper Shacklebolt.”

You nearly choke on your laughter, “What?! You managed to convince Harper Shacklebolt to leave the Newsroom?”

George flashes a devilish grin, “Well, it wasn’t that hard. I just had to turn up the old Weasley twin charm and she was practically falling for me.”

You roll your eyes, chortling at George’s confidence, “Huh, interesting. Well, you might have some competition. Did you know Harper has a pen pal?”

“Is that so?” George arches an eyebrow, intrigued, “And who would that be?”

“Someone with the initials ‘O.W.’, which could only be-”

“Oliver Wood,” George’s lips break into a smirk, chortles slipping from his lips, “I can’t see that lasting too long. They’re both stubborn and passionate about other things. Wasn’t Harper and Luke a thing for a while?”

You bark a laugh, “Ha. Luke and Harper? Harper is so out of Luke’s league, he’d probably have to pinch his dick to make sure he isn’t dreaming.”

George laughs at that, and the sound travels through you, glowing in your chest and probing your own laughter to spill from your lips.

“Must have just been some silly rumours,” George shrugs, “By the way, I think his cake is burning.”

You turn back to the oven as smoke begins to bleed through the cracks in the oven, filling the air with a horrid, acrid smell.

“Yup, that would be about right,” You chortle, grinning, “He’s going to love it.”

***

Luke is on his way to the library when you spot him.

He’s pacing down the hallway, moving quickly, and you nearly have to break into a sprint just to catch up with him. It’s a little uncharacteristic, given that he usually saunters lazily but in a businesslike manner. Casual, but cool and composed. 

Today, he’s in a rush, taking long, deliberate strides and not giving you a chance to catch your breath as you struggle to catch up to him.

He rounds the corner, and you’re about to call out to him when someone else beats you to it, cutting you off with a thick, smokey accent.

“I vas beginning to zink you vere going to flake on me, Lukas!”

Kazimir Volkov strolls up to him, smirk like a sharp dash across his lips. He looks impressive and menacing, but Luke isn’t afraid.

Kaz stops right in front of Luke, eyes flashing with something both dangerous and alluring, as though he’s trying to assert his dominance but is also trying to seduce Luke into relaxation.

Luke stops, glancing around furtively. When he’s certain that no one is looking, Luke’s composure relaxes, steel melting off his shoulders like mercury. He greets Kaz like an old friend, nodding at him and flashing a charming smile. Curious, you press yourself against the wall, peeking out from behind it.

Luke leans forward, speaking in an undertone.

“I thought we agreed to talk in Russian?”

Kaz’s smirk broadens, “Why, you don’t vant anyone knowing zat Hogvart’s Golden Boy is up to no good?”

“Well, yeah,” Luke snips, a little impatiently, “I mean, it’s more about my sister than anything. If she knew…”

“She’d understand,” Kaz murmurs, then shrugs, “But if zat’s what you vant...”

Luke and Kaz begin covering in Russian, speaking rapidly. You furrow your brows, straining to listen to their conversation, but you never learnt Russian and they’re speaking too fast for you to pick up on any familiar sounding words.

Two words pop out from their conversation; you only recognise them because they are repeated by both Kaz and Luke; krov' Niks

Krov Niks…? What the heck is that supposed to mean?

Sighing, you’re just about to leave when Kaz suddenly retrieves something from the inside of his Durmstrang robes. You squint, leaning forward, spotting a small vial with black, glittering liquid inside. It resembles melted obsidian; sunlight bounces off small flecks of silver and gold.

Luke takes the vial and pockets it, nodding at Kaz in gratitude.

You flatten your back against the wall, thinking fast. What kind of potion could Luke possibly want that he couldn’t brew himself? What is he up to? And why does he have to keep it a secret when you’ve never let any secrets stand between the two of you–?

“Lulu!”

You jump, startled by Luke’s surprised voice, a fleeting look of panic flitting across his face. Your mouth flaps open, searching desperately for a good excuse, momentarily forgetting about the gifts in your hand until Luke’s gaze drops to them.

“Oh!” You bleat, nervously, “Oh I was…looking for you because I – uh – it’s your birthday and I wanted to give you your birthday presents…”

“Oh,” Luke says, biting his lip nervously, “Thanks.”

You hand him his sweater and cake and iron your clammy hands on your skirt, “Happy Birthday.”

Luke balances his presents on one hand and ruffles your hair with the other, “Thanks, (Y/N). I can’t wait to try what delicious, home-baked cake you conjured up for me this year.”

“Fred and George helped me whip it up,” you smirk, teasingly.

“Ah,” Luke nods, mirroring your smirk, “Well, then, it’ll be a masterpiece.”

Luke lassos you into a one-armed hug, pulling you to his chest, and for a moment, you forget about that strange vial in Luke’s pocket.

***

Friday, December 18th  

***

The last day of term ends with a gruelling test on Antidotes in Potions.

Fortunately, you had studied hard for this test; it was hard to do anything other than study when your best friend is Hermione Granger. But your hard work paid off in the end, earning you full marks from a somewhat sour Snape.

“I see you’ve proven to be worth more than just a pretty face,” Snape has grumbled, peering down into your cauldron after class, “All that time spent with Granger must have rubbed off on you.”

You had screwed your jaw shut in an effort to stop yourself from snapping back at Snape, knowing that your marks and House Points were worth more than any retort you could have possibly sassed back.

“Actually, Professor,” you grit, through a clenched jaw, “I was wondering if you could tell me about a Potion that…looks black with silver and gold speckles in it?”

Professor Snape frowns, evidently in thought. After a moment of silence, Snape speaks in his usual, oily tone, “Nyx’s blood. It’s a difficult potion to brew, used as both a narcotic and a healing potion. It also happens to be illegal in the United Kingdom.” Snape arches a thin, black eyebrow in suspicion, “Why would you want to know about Nyx’s blood?”

“Um…” you begin, cursing yourself for not stringing a proper excuse together, “Um, I–”

“Severus!” Hisses a sharp, accented voice from behind you. Snape’s black eyes travel past you and you follow his line of sight, finding Karkaroff at the end of it. Karkaroff glances between you and Snape.

“You may leave, Arden,” Snape drawls, sourly, dismissing you with a scowl. You nod, slinging your book bag over your shoulder and rushing out of the dungeons, exhaling a sigh of relief.

As they promised, Ron, Harry and Hermione are waiting outside for you.

“So, what did Snape want?” Ron pries, softly patting the top of your head. 

“Oh, nothing,” you sigh, “He just wanted to have a word with me about my Potion.”

“How did you think you went with that?” Ron asks, considering you curiously. You shrug.

“Well, I followed everything as per the instructions but it’s Snape so I’m not sure.”

You glance at Harry, who has remained uncharacteristically quiet for most of the day.

“How did you think you went, Harry?” You ask, loud enough to snap him out of his thoughts.

“I botched it,” Harry confesses, though he doesn’t seem too worried about it at all, “I don’t really care, though.”

“Well you should,” Hermione chides, loftily, “Potions is a core subject in our curriculum. If we don’t pass Potions, we lose a huge percentage of our end of year scores.”

“Which means Snape will look bad enough for Dumbledore to finally fire the git,” Ron mutters in your ear, grinning. You snort a laugh and nudge him in the ribs, earning a yelp of surprise.

“You’re trouble, Ronald Weasley,” you murmur back, snickering.

“Arden!”

You pause, Ron, Harry and Hermione stilling, too. A familiar prickle of agitation threads itself beneath your skin as you recognise the familiar voice and wheel around to face him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” you practically spit, watching as Draco, Crabbe and Goyle saunter towards you. He’s sneering, but there is an indisputable touch of worry in his eyes.

“You,” Draco snips, “Alone without your little guard dogs to defend you.”

His cold, pale eyes dart between Ron and Harry. Ron steps forward.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” Ron snarls, darkly, stretching out a protective arm as if to shield you.

“Funny, I didn’t realise you were her keeper,” Draco snaps, venomously, “Are you really that poor you have to start working for your friends, Weasel?”

Crabbe and Goyle snigger gleefully. You roll your eyes and tap Ron’s arm gently.

“I’ll be fine,” you coo, reassuring both Ron and Harry. They nod in unison.

“I’ll take your book bag,” Hermione offers, and you hand her your bag gratefully, “We’ll see you at dinner.”

You nod and watch them leave, forcing a soft smile onto your lips when Harry glances back at you over his shoulder. You turn back to Malfoy moments later, glowering at him.

“Okay, you’ve got me,” you snip, harshly, “Now, tell me what it is that you want?”

Draco glances behind him at Crabbe and Goyle and flaps a dismissive hand at them, silently shooing them off. They stump away, pushing past other students and knocking frightened First Years aside.

When he’s sure it’s just the two of you, Draco, takes a few steps toward you, bowing his head so he can catch your eyes, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“If it has something to do with Noah Underwood, I don’t want to hear it,” you snap, sternly, “The guy is going through enough as it is, he doesn’t need you to keep snooping around like he’s some sort of criminal-”

“-Will you go to the Ball with me?”

Your lashes flutter rapidly as you blink at Draco once, twice, again. His cheeks are beginning to flush an interesting shade of pink.

“What?”

Draco rolls his eyes, “Don’t make me ask you again, Arden, you heard me.”

You stare at him quizzically, bemused by his request. Why would Draco want to ask you to the Ball? Was this a prank? A joke? A trick question or a weird way to humiliate you? You frown at him, thinking hard, raking your eyes across every inch of his face and scrutinising him carefully in the low, flickering lights of the dungeons, mind sprinting through a million theories at once until-

Laughter bubbles up your throat on impulse and spills from your lips, echoing through the Dungeons.

Draco blinks, taken aback. 

“Very funny, Malfoy,” you chortle, sighing, and Draco glowers at you.

“This isn’t a joke, Arden!” Draco snaps, angrily.

Your laughter dies on the tip of your tongue when you realise he’s serious and you scoff in cold indignation.

“Why would I want to go to the Ball with you, Draco?” You spit, coldly, venom dripping from your words, “You seem to relish in bullying me and my friends, particularly Harry. So give me one good reason why I should even consider coming with you when all you are is a jealous, spoilt and arrogant bully with a chip on his shoulder.”

Draco’s eyes glimmer like light bouncing off the tip of a blade. He opens his mouth then closes it, working around words he doesn’t want to say, doesn’t want to give a voice to, before he works his jaw and flares his nostrils and twists his lips into a frown.

“Never mind,” he snarls, bitterly, “I shouldn’t have bothered asking someone who parades around Potter like some loyal, little bitch.”

Before you can give him an angry retort, Draco storms away, fists clenched at his sides as though he wants to smash something.

Who are you kidding? You want to smash something.

Perplexed and incensed, you march out of the Dungeons and make your way toward the Great Hall for dinner, wondering what the fuck just happened.

***

After dinner with Hermione, the pair of you wander back to the common room, in which you explain everything that had happened with Malfoy earlier. Hermione had struggled to contain her gleeful giggles as she listened, which was as infuriating as it was embarrassing.

“Malfoy fancies you, (Y/N),” she manages through a bout of giggles, “That’s why he asked you. He’s always had a soft spot for you.”

“Oh don’t be so silly!” You dismiss her with a slap to her shoulder, “Malfoy was probably just mucking around.”

“But you said-”

“I know what I said,” you snip, warmth creeping up your neck and spilling across your cheeks, “But Draco Malfoy does not fancy me!”

Hermione bites down on a grin, swallowing the rest of her giggles and slinging an arm across your shoulders, “Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

You and Hermione reach the portrait of the Fat Lady and find her laughing boisterously with her friend, Violet. They both look rather tipsy in their tinsel crowns, faces flushed and words slurred.

“Fairy Lights,” you utter, speaking loudly so that she can hear you over Violet’s loud cackles.

“Aren’t they jus - hic - Magical,” the Fat Lady sighs, and you and Hermione exchanged an amused look as she swings open, admitting you into the common room.

You and Hermione climb through the portrait hole, entering the dim common room and spotting Harry, Ron and Ginny sitting by the fire.

“There they are!” Hermione says, pointing at the two snickering boys and an irritated-looking Ginny.

“Why weren’t you two at Dinner?” You ask, curiously dropping into a seat beside Harry. The two boys don’t seem to hear you, your voice drowned out by their laughter.

“Because - oh shut it, you two - because they both just got rejected by girls they asked to the Ball!” Ginny snaps, shooting a particularly nasty look to Ron and Harry.

You snort a laugh, slapping a hand across your mouth to smother your giggles as Ron glares at Ginny.

“Thanks a bunch, Ginny,” Ron grumbles, sourly, cheeks red beneath his freckles.

“All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?” Hermione snips, smirking bitterly, a touch of sardonic insolence in her tone, “Eloise Midgen starting to look a great deal prettier now isn’t she? Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’ll have you, it serves you right for being so snotty.”

Usually, Ron would snap back with something snappy. But Hermione’s snide remark seems to slide off Ron, who’s staring at the two of you as though a certain realisation had just dawned on him.

“Hermione, (Y/N), you’re both girls-”

“-Oh well spotted,” Hermione barks, coldly.

“You guys can come with us! Hermione can come with me and (Y/N) can go with-“

“I can’t,” you and Hermione both snap at the same time. You both exchange a glance.

“Why not?” Ron says, impatiently, “Look, Harry and I are going to look really stupid if we don’t find partners - especially Harry-“

“I - we - can’t come with you,” Hermione interrupts, blushing furiously, “Because we - I - am already going with someone!”

“No you’re not!” Ron says, scandalously, “You only said that to get rid of Neville!”

“How dare you, Ron?!” Hermione seethes, her eyes glinting dangerously, “How dare you think that, just because it takes you three years to notice, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”

Ron gaped at her in disbelief, before his shock melted into a grin.

“Ok, Fine, you’re a girl we get it. Now will you come with us?”

Hermione springs to her feet, fists shaking at her sides, “I told you already that I’m going with someone else, and if that’s so hard to believe I suggest that you get over yourself!”

Hermione storms away angrily, stomping up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

“Now look what you’ve done!” You snap, glowering at Ron, “She wasn’t lying!”

Ron shakes his head, “Who is she going with then?”

You fold your arms across your chest, glaring at Ron angrily, “She obviously doesn’t want you to know, so I’m not going to tell you.”

Ron rolls his eyes and sighs, “This is getting stupid, Ginny can go with Harry and (Y/N) can come with me-”

“-No, Ron, weren’t you listening?” You snip, icily, “I’m already going with someone.”

You leap to your feet and march toward the winding staircase, intent on pursuing Hermione.

“Wait!” Harry calls out and you pause, wheeling around to face him, “Who-who are you going with?”

You hesitate, biting down on your bottom lip hard before unfurling it, “Cedric. I’m going with Cedric Diggory.”

Not waiting to see their reaction at this news, you spin around and scale the winding staircase, an uncomfortable warmth soaking your cheeks. Why did Ron have to be such a giant prat? He could be so incredibly mean to Hermione at times and completely oblivious to everything around him.

You come to a stop outside of your dorm and knock gently, cracking your knuckles against the wood of the doors.

“Hermione? Can I come in?” You ask, softly, carefully.

“You’d better,” says Hermione’s voice from behind the door, all traces of her anger having already left her voice, “There’s-there’s something here for you...”

Frowning, you pull open the door, spotting Hermione standing in front of your bed.

“Why? What is it-?”

You pause, your words forming an uncomfortable lump in the middle of your throat.

A strange box is sitting on your bed, practically screaming trouble.

“Someone must have brought it up here,” Hermione deduces, studying the box carefully, “It would have taken at least three owls to send it...”

You recognise the signature style all too quickly and your stomach curls in on itself, heart shuddering and throat constricting like a straw.

After weeks of silence, the mysterious sender is back again and it looks like they’ve upgraded from creepy photo to mysterious box.

It’s sitting on your bed like a plain, Pandora’s box, inviting you to open it and unleash a tempest of chaos. You approach it slowly, hesitantly, icy blood gushing through your crystallised veins like Antarctic waters travelling down the deltas of a cold-blooded monster. A part of you needs to see this; it could be clues, a lead, something that could aid you in this impossible investigation. But the other part of you is wary, perhaps even a little afraid, because you’re not sure if you’re prepared to face whatever is in this box.

Either way, you find yourself standing in front of it, peering down at the familiar scrawl written across the top, and you slice the string holding it together, gripping the lid and squeezing your eyes shut so you can muster up every single ounce of your Gryffindor courage, tearing the lid off and-

You gasp.

Oh.

“What is it?” Hermione asks, mincing hurriedly to your side.

“Oh,” she gasps, “Let’s-Let’s take it out.”

You do, pulling it from the box and holding it out in front of you. Hermione gasps again, raising a hand to cover her mouth.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighs, lips breaking into a smile.

You couldn’t agree more.

The dress is dripping with soft flowers and thin, curling vines, like gold veins running beneath ivory skin. The tulle cascades in soft waves to the floor, flowing through your arms like water. It’s elegant, dainty, feminine and incredibly expensive.

Hurrying to the full-length mirror, you hold the dress to your body, admiring how the style compliments your complexion. White diamonds wink at you from the centre of the dozens of flowers planted on the fabric.

“There’s a note, too!” Hermione exclaims, handing you a folded piece of parchment. You carefully take the letter from her outstretched hand, unfolding it with a smile.

My Dearest Belle Fiore,

Your mother once said that you were the ‘fiore of her life’, and she was right. You were the fiore of her life, and I have watched you blossom into the beautiful rose you are today. I couldn’t be more proud of the young woman you have become, and I will always be proud of you until my dying breath.

I know your mother would want you to wear this to your first ball; it was her wedding dress. But now, it’s yours, and I’ll know you’ll treasure it as much as the beloved bracelet she bestowed to you.

I wish I could see you in it but, unfortunately, the Prophet demands my time and energy. But I know you will be the most beautiful fiore in the entire garden, with or without this dress.

I love you now and always,

Papa

You blink through tears, clutching the letter tightly in your hands.

Your mother had worn this dress; her hair had flowed over it, her skin had warmed the delicate fabric and her wild and boundless heart - that heart that could swallow the world -  had hummed beneath it like a hummingbird in her chest.

You clutch the dress a little tighter, embracing it, feeling a new kind of warmth gush through you like butterbeer and sunlight. Its as though your mother is hugging you back, holding you to her chest so you can listen to her hummingbird heart one last time.

In that moment, it’s as though your mother is alive again. 

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i’m doing good rn !!

probably gonna look for fics so i can do my fic rec celebration thingy, bc i’ve only gotten a header/picture for it so far

That's good!!!!

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College!AU — Hwang Minhyun Fic

requested by anon!

genre: should be fluff..

Sometimes you wonder if you should’ve chosen another route. You’d question yourself if photography was your ‘thing’. Sometimes you just sit in class and receive lectures on the art of pictures, value and hue of colors, depict meanings of some sceneries that doesn’t seem to have any meaning at all??

“Alright class, take out a sheet of paper and let’s take some notes!” Ms. Yong, your professor, announced. “Today, we’re going to be learning about..” Zoning out of the class, your eyes wander around. You contemplate your past life choices and wonder ‘Why am I still in this class?’ Until your eyes stop on a certain person, sitting diagonally across of you to your right.

Hwang Minhyun. Flower boy, prince-like looks. In a idol lookalike group with his group of friends, some say Minhyun helped his friends reach to where they’re at today.

You had a tiny little crush on him, oh who am i kidding. IT’S GINORMOUS. Pretty sure half, if not all, of the campus knows of your crush on the OCD Minhyun. This is because your best friend, who you trusted this secret with, blurted yelled it out in hopes of helping you get a boyfriend faster.

Yeah, Minhyun knows of your crush. He didn’t necessarily acknowledge it. In fact, he was walking in front of you, all you saw was his back when your so-called best friend blurted out your secret. You two were somewhat friends?? You consider him as one, although the two of you had only spoken a few words to each other.

Back to why you mentioned him; this was the ONLY class you had with him, of course. So you opted to stay in the class just so you can stare at him for two (three? I'm not in college yet guys??) hours.

-- Weeks later, you were studying in your dorm room for the upcoming test for your photography class (what kind of??? ME IN ART CLASS, why do you need tests in ART CLASS? aren't we supposed to just dRaW?;-;). But you were unable to focus due to the loud noises from your neighbor, your roommate singing horribly (she’s not, your just really cranky so everything’s horrible for you rn) in the bathroom, and your mind constantly wandering off to Minhyun. Shouting at your roommate to shut the heck up, banging your head against the table to stop thinking of the flower boy, you decided to head next door to tell them to lower down the noise.

You’ve never regretted anything so much before until now, not even taking the photography class as it isn’t as bad as what jusT happened. You were in your hello kitty pajamas with the jungle you call your hair (long hair problems ;-;), you knocked on the door. A minute passes by and no one opens the door for you, knocking again (YEOREOJWO YEOREOJWO YEOREOJWOO~) header and louder than before, you thought your fingers were going to fall off. And then fiNALLY, someone heeds your finger’s calls.

The one who opened the door wasn’t who you were expecting. You forgot he was your neighbor too, ‘stupid stupid Y/N, you look like an idIOT IN FRONT OF HIM NOW’ “Ehem, hey Minhyun...do you think you and your friends can tone it down a bit? I’m kind of studying…”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” Smiles his prince-like smile, “Sorry ‘bout my idiotic friends, they can get too overboard sometimes. I’ll kick them out right now.”

“Y-yeah, wait nono it’s fine! Just tell them to lower their voices down? You don’t have to kick them out!”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I want to, they’re making a mess in my room and I don’t like it.” ‘He knows my name...He kNOws MY nAmE! HE KNOWS MY NAME!??’

“Yeah, I do know your name, you’re in my photography class aren’t you?” ‘How’d he know what I was thinking wot-’

“You’re saying them aloud..” Oh. ‘WTF Y/N, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.’

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s cute! Hahah.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll just,” points back to your room.

“Yeah, see you soon!”

Turning around to walk back to your room, you trip over air right when you reach your door, squeaking as you fall. Embarrassed, you look around to see if anyone witnessed your clumsiness. Cough, Minhyun did and he was staring at you with a smile, trying to hold in his laughter. Quickly walking into your room and slamming your door shut, ‘Oh my god Y/N. YOU IDIOT. STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF FOR ONCE??!?!!’

Finally gathering your thoughts together, you look up and find your roommate staring at you weirdly.

-- That same day at 8PM

You never thought you’d be back here, in the same pajamas you wore in the morning, but a different color. Hesitantly knocking on the door, you wonder if you should just leave and find somewhere else to go to.

Too late. Minhyun opens the door, tilts his head and stares befuddles. ‘How can one look this cute????’ Okay good, you didn’t say that out loud this time.

“Uh, heeeeyyy Minhyun!”

“When I said, I’d see you soon, I meant in class tomorrow, not later on today Y/N, hahahah.”

“Yeah, uhm, I need a place to stay for the night?? My roommate kicked me out…”

“Hey, Y/N. My boyfriend is coming over, get out.” ‘What a nice friend you are man.’

“and I don’t really want to go somewhere far from my room. So I thought, why not my neighbor? But, it’s ok if I can’t stay, I can just go to the lounge or something, or maybe go to our other neighbors...but I don’t really know them, you know? Or-”

Cutting you off from your rant, he tells you, you can stay. And, hey, he has an extra futon too. He doesn’t have a roommate yet, maybe that’s why his friends always comes over...his room is big and neat, woah.

-- Sitting awkwardly on the extra futon in his room, you stare at him as he walks around cleaning everything, again and again and again and again. ‘Clean freak, but he’s cute’ You mumbled under your breath,

“Sorry, what?”

“A-ah, it’s nothing. Just talking to myself, you know. Like a normal person-”

He just smiles and continues on cleaning, ‘ok, you are officially the definition of an idiot. Normal people don’t talk to themselves Y/N??1?!?’

After about 30 minutes of you watching him clean nonexistent dust, he asks if you want to study for the test together. Of course you agreed, but you didn’t think he’d make a move to sit right, and i mean RIGHT, next to you. Like thigh touching close. Your heart pounds and you wonder if he can hear it from the close proximity he is from you.

You know he did, because his next words are, “Are you nervous? Why is your heart beating so fast? And why is your face so red?”

“I-i don’t know what your tal-talking about, ehem. Let’s just get to studying.” That didn’t happen. He stared at you for a good five minutes and begins to move closer, clOsER THAN HE ALREADY IS. ‘MY HEART CANNOT HANDLE??? MINHYUN WHAT YOU DOIN’

“Hey, your heart is beating that fast for a reason right? I wonder what it is..”

At this point, it’s like you don’t remember how to breathe?? Your mind is slowly going haywire and you can’t think clearly.

Whispering right into your ears, “Your nervous for that test aren’t you?” ‘sorry, what.’

Nervously laughing, “Yeah, y-eah! That’s exactly why. It should be easy right? I don’t know why i’m stressing over this..” ‘close escape??’ You were sweating profusely already and you didn’t know what was happening anymore. ‘Why’d he get all up-close to me, oh god.’

That night, sleeping isn’t in your schedule anymore. All you could think about was how close he was.

-- Every other night, you’d find yourself in the same situation, always knocking on his door and asking if you can sleep over since your roommate kicked you out. Again.

That turned into every night. You two got close, you learned of things you’ve never known about. Your feelings for him grew stronger and stronger and one night, you decided to confess.

“Hey Hyun, I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah, me too. Can I go first? It’s important.”

Agreeing to let him go first, so as to give you more time to prepare yourself.

“I..finally have…

A..” ‘girlfriend? pls no, plsplspls’

“ROOMMATE!!!” 'i- huh?' Leaping with glee at the thought of finally not having to sleep alone, even though you’re there practically sleeping over every single night???

“What’s so important about that?”

“Oh, Right, that means you can’t sleep on the extra futon anymore ))):” Pause. You stare at him, contemplating whether to make your move now or not. But, like always, he’s forever going to be a step faster.

“BUT, you can sleep on my bed. With me.” Cue tomato faced you.

You become a blubbering mess, “U-uh, what? Uhm, I don’t think that’s right???”

“But you like me, so that’s okay right? I mean, don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me every time in photography class.”

‘Ah, so he did notice…’

“Hey, it should be fine! Don’t worry, I like you and you like me. This should be normal!”

Turns out, you never had the chance to tell him you like him. You didn’t have to. He already knew. Wow.

-- Every chance he gets, he’d tease you about staring at him in class, it’s like his mission in life is now “Make Fun Of Y/N Everyday.” “Hey, now that we’re dating, you don’t have to subtly stare at me in class anymore, just openly do it!” “I- shut up Minhyun. I hate you.”

“No you don’t. You staring at me in class tells me that you looooooovvvveeeeeeeee me.” (this is like...so ooc…)

“You’re an idiot.” Power walking away from him, you distinctly hear him shout ‘But I’m your idiot!’ in the back before footsteps can be heard coming closer. What an idiotic dork I love.

unedited!

sorry this took forever ))): writer's block hit me hard??? and then there's school and hw ;-;

minhyun was very ooc at the end??? sorry? uhm-

i hope you enjoy though!♡

[queerspacepunk]

time for a tag game! i was tagged by @halwardpavushatersclub bc i asked him to and he’s lovely.

1: Why did you choose your url?

there was a post going around a while back and i can’t remember the wording but the phrase “gaydognerd” was in it and i messaged @gaydognerd like “look it you” and they made that their url, so i had to make one to match. i’m queer, into space, and attempting to be punk.

2: Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

oh jeez ok. I have a few vent blogs/crazy brain diaries, some from when doing readmores was hard (used it to try and get around it i think). of the others, p much none get used much anymore (so proceed with plenty of caution and no judgement), but they are:

@queerspaceknits - knitting

@postverbal - studyblr

@chucklefucks - dnd stuff

@actualsunbeam - a blog about actual sunbeam scott mccall and how much i love him

then i have @dragonageficfeed which has nothing on it as of yet but will be a place for folks to submit their new fics etc if/when i get it up and running (assuming ppl would actually be keen to, u kno, take part lmao)

3: How long have you been on tumblr?

the oldest post i have is from August 2011 so, uh, too fucking long.

4: Do you have a queue tag?

nope! I’ve never bothered with a queue. i think i’ve put stuff on there a couple times when i’ve gone on a MASSIVE reblog spree of something quite specific and wanted to pace it out but i don’t use it as a general rule.

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

bc all my friends had one? we probably migrated over from LJ/deviantart/a combination of the two.

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

lmao the last time i changed my icon was 2016. it is a photo and i will give a gold star, chocolate, and a drabble of yr choice to anyone who can figure out what the fuck it’s a picture of

7: Why did you choose your header?

turns out i do not have one! I assume this means on mobile view but i also don’t have one on desktop view. my desktop background is something i put together bc i like sunflowers and space and i am very pround of it.

8: What’s your post with the most notes?

the ‘what’s your go to dragon age class” hands down. it’s a little comically frustrating bc ofc it’s the five-second on-a-whim post that people go nuts for, not the ones i spent time on lmao. I think i’m very funny but i guess tumblr does not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

9: How many mutuals do you have?

around 50 according to the list, but tbh some of those blogs don’t even exist anymore and others are from folks who have escaped tumblr so oh well

10: How many followers do you have?

290

11: How many people do you follow?

405

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

like i said, i think i’m hilarious so of course i have (the phrase “back in my day we called it night blogging and blamed it on the australians” jumps to mind)

13: How often do you use tumblr each day?

it depends honestly. if i don’t have much on that day or feel like hanging out it’s a few hours. if i’m busy and working all day and traveling i might not get on here at all. most days it probably works out to 1-2 hours mostly scrolling in the morning and then on breaks during the day.

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

honestly i don’t know that I have? just bc i’ve never been ‘popular’ enough to get into a fight with anyone? the closest would be when i fought with someone i’m actually friends with and we’ve blocked each other on here?

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i have a firm policy that i do not reblog them bc it sets off a complusion chain reaction very badly, and i don’t want to subject anyone else to those either. if it’s an important enough post i’ll find another with the same info and less guilt-tripping.

16: Do you like tag games?

I do! I love talking about myself and finding out about other folks but always worry that people won’t WANT to be tagged.

17: Do you like ask games?

god yes pls do my ask games

18: Do you have a crush on a mutual?

rn i would say i have squishes on all of you and a crush on @genderqueerardway and @gaydognerd and @glitter-witch if yr still around. I did once get engaged to a mutual but that’s a whole other story

i tag everyone i tagged in this already (if you want to) and i also tag anyone who likes being tagged to a) do this and b) tell me u like being tagged in stuff so i can tag u more!!!