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thesimperiuscurse · 5 months

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And so I get up and complain loudly and knot my running shoes; and give myself away with a smile.

#a rare moment of eva simping #waw #this is an excerpt of a scene from chapter 17 #mako decking out himself and an unwilling eva with the latest apple gear ofc #serving insta fitness couple vibes always #evako #evangelinekingston #makohayashi #enpointe #genfour #sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #sims

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shepherds-of-haven · 1 month

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hi!! So. i like writing for Trouble and my MC but i spend so much time clowning on him and making up silly scenarios that now i have no idea how to write him actually catching on to one of the moves she makes and what kinds of moves he cant explain away. Please do you have any tips or crumbs to throw my way to help? I need to write him making out sloppy style w my girl PLEASE!!

Anyway I really love shoh and I think about Trouble and my MC almost every day so tysm for the lovely gift of him <3 i also wrote this ask intending to be silly but if it sounds demanding or rude i am SO sorry I would never demand anything of u and will love anything you may kr may not respond with whether that be in 17 minutes or 17 years 🩵

Aw, thank you so much for this sweet message, it made me so happy to receive! 💖 Please don't worry about sounding rude at all, your words were so kind and made me grin ear-to-ear, so thank you!

To answer your question, I like this excerpt from the old novels to explain how I think Trouble can be in a romance: I usually envision him being casual or friendly and light-hearted, and then catching onto something--some shift in the mood or a lingering glance--and then kind of abruptly shifting into a more intense version of himself. It's not a side of himself he shows very often--we're mostly exposed to the goofy, jocular Trouble, but that 'intense' dominant Trouble is there, lurking underneath it all, and that's kind of the part that he struggles with because it's also tied up in his ferocious past and his temper. It's the same Trouble who can go from smiling and laughing with his friends in a bar to completely unsmiling and intimidating when he overhears some guy being a dickhead to a server nearby, except obviously in these scenarios it's sexual/romantic tension he's responding to (even if he doesn't fully know it's that) rather than regular like situational tension. I don't know if you have access to the alpha build, but the scene in the cave in Chapter 7 when he's warming up MC's hands or the abrupt change from "yay we're having fun" to "something just happened" in his latest day off (when Cordy flirts with you) are good examples of this, too! This sort of stilted "everything is great 95% of the time and then 5% of the time something happens and he can't control it" that's impeding him and MC's easy friendship is what's really throwing Trouble for a loop; he starts to feel guilty and confused and tormented about it because he thinks he's the only one feeling these things and getting in the way of what should be a smooth companionship, so he's just... feeling a lot of things and not knowing what to do with them, lol.

So I imagine 'heated makeout' tends to happen during one of these sudden changes to 'intense Trouble,' when he catches on to something he can't ignore--but I generally don't think it happens because of an outright flirtation or hint of MC's, because he can usually just laugh those off as them just joking around, so he doesn't really respond to those like one might expect? He's dazzlingly good at not catching on to things like that (short of an outright serious confession), so maybe that's why you're having trouble imagining it! I tend to imagine it happening entirely randomly, during some moment of unthinking intimacy, like in the cave in Chapter 7 or during a mission when emotions are high or something like that. Here's another example of what I'm thinking of!

...Or something like that, idk lol! Obviously take all of this with a huge grain of salt and don't let me influence you; however you write Trouble and MC's romance is fantastic! Hopefully some of these tips help you in some way!

#Shepherds of Haven #Trouble #Trouble Alder #fluff #novels #original novels #novel #original novel #writing

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evansbby · 2 days

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Some of my inspirations behind Wicked Games 4🩷🩷 *SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT*

The foreboding winds on the night of the gala

Okay so those who know me know that my favourite book series is flowers in the attic. If you read just an excerpt of this series and observed how Virginia Andrews writes, you’d be able to recognise just how much my writing is inspired by hers. It’s bc sometimes her writing makes me emotional, and I can picture things so vividly. ANYWAYS, one of the big themes in flowers in the attic is how the heroine Cathy kept hearing the loud, wild winds. She was imprisoned in an attic in a mansion up in the mountains, and mountain winds are insanely loud, like roaring level of loud. And she’d always talk about how the winds were trying to warn her about something. So…yeah. That part was very very inspired from flowers in the attic 😅 Like how she described the winds, it just stuck with me.

And it really just builds up the tension of the gala night perfectly and encapsulates the sense of foreboding perfectly too AND WORDS CANNOT EXPLAIN how happy I was when so many of you noticed the wind descriptions in your feedback!!! Some of you even called it your favourite part!!! I love that 🥹🥹 Thank you! Also it really goes to show that READING is the best way to get good at writing. I would be nowhere if I hadn’t read all the books that I did in my childhood! I cannot stress it enough: reading really impacts the way you write your own stuff. Anyways, I added a quote from FITA below. I couldn’t find any wind ones (despite the fact that she mentions in ALL FOUR BOOKS the foreboding whistling winds) but yeah, can y’all see how her writing has inspired my writing?? I really think it has.

Steve’s personal problems

A lot of it was inspired by… well… me. BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT. The parts where Steve talks about having too many responsibilities, how all of it just piles up inside his head and it feels like his thoughts are screaming. I get that! Not to such an extreme extent as Steve, but I am someone who panics easily when I have too much on my plate. And it’s like I can physically feel my thoughts racing (it just sounds like me screaming lol) so that’s where I got inspiration for that! Obviously it was exaggerated to fit Steve’s much bigger problems (I’ve never had absentee parents or a younger sibling who I solely worry about all the time nor have I been kicked off the basketball team nor am I an alcoholic). But yeah! That’s how I knew how to write that overwhelmed feeling that he was feeling.

The chapter title “comfortably numb”

Okay so MAJOR SPOILERS for the tv show the sopranos ahead. Basically the song “comfortably numb” plays during a scene where something not so great happens to the character of Christopher. iykyk. And I found the character of Christopher very interesting. He was by all accounts a shitty person. But he was so sensitive, and he was dealing with a lot, and he’d try to escape it by doing drugs, essentially “numbing” himself to the pain. So the title does refer to Steve, who’s problems are piling up so high on his head and he KNOWS he’s fucked everything up for himself, so he just gives up and numbs himself with drugs and alcohol. I’m sure this was pretty self explanatory and didn’t need an explanation but yeah!

Wanda’s drunken tirade 😂

Okay so the part where Wanda only selectively hears what Curtis is saying and latches on to “reader slept with Curtis” and ignoring everything else?? I SAW THIS HAPPEN IN REAL TIME WITH TWO OF MY FRIENDS!!! Basically we were at a party, and we were young af like 16-17. And both my friends were drunk (I’m not friends with either of them anymore but this was in like 2016 bahah) anyways one friend thought the other friend had kissed the guy she liked, the other friend said she didn’t but the first friend was only selectively listening. AND I SWEAR I HAVE SEEN THIS HAPPEN A LOT. Like when someone is so drunk they just selectively listen or just believe what they want to believe. So yeah that’s how I got the inspiration for that. And for a lot of these, I don’t even think what’s inspired me. I write it down and then read it over and I’m like “wait this actually happened to me IRL that must be where I’m getting these ideas from” 😭😂😂😂

Reader’s emerald dress and the gala

Okay this one I didn’t even realise was sooo flowers in the attic inspired until I read it over. So basically Cathy’s mother Corrine wears this gorgeous emerald gown to her family’s Christmas ball. And many years later when Cathy plans revenge on her mother, she remembers this emerald gown from memory and has it remade so she can wear it and confront her mother at the Christmas ball. I remember reading long descriptions of that gown. But tbh I didn’t really remember what that gown looked like or any of the details, just the colour was significant to me. Bc the gala was going to be a night of many confirmations too. The description of reader’s emerald dress all came from my head haha. Like the ruching and the slit etc. I tried to find a dress on Pinterest that matched my vision but none of them lived up to the image I have in my head that’s my own creation LMFAOOO

Andddd my mind is blanking now but if I remember any more inspirations I’ll add them here!!!

#wicked games #my thoughts 💭

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voraciousvore · 2 months

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Giantess Compilation

I don't write giantess content as often, but when I do it tends to get pretty spicy~

This is a compilation of excerpts from my stories, designed for folks who may be interested in reading giantess smut/ vore without having to sift through the rest of the garbage I write. Not a comprehensive list; only the most salient chapters are included. I'll add the link to my pinned post and update as I write more! Please mind the content warnings for each chapter.

Tiny male doctor married to a giantess nurse (sex scene, NSFW/18+): In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 17

Bianca the giantess meets her tiny date, Giovanni (wholesome SFW interaction): Big Corp Inc., Ch. 28

Bianca "accidentally" swallows her boyfriend while pleasuring him (soft, safe, unwilling vore; sex; NSFW/ 18+): Bucky's, Ch. 13

Bianca eats her ex-boyfriend in drunken revenge (soft, safe, unwilling vore): Bucky's, Ch. 14

Bianca has make-up sex with Gio (sex scene, NSFW/ 18+): Bucky's, Ch. 16

Bianca finds a tiny man willing to be eaten (soft, safe, willing vore): Bucky's, Ch. 30

Three men, One Giantess (sex scene with one willing man, two unwilling, NSFW): Giganterra, Ch. 12

Princess Bianca punishes a tiny man for mouthing off to her (soft, safe, unwilling vore): Giganterra, Ch. 15

Art of little guy stuck in boobies 👀: Giganterra, Ch. 16

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frodothefair · 6 months

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꧁ The Flowers of Mordor ꧂

Chapter 17 - Bagshot Row

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READ ON AO3┃READ FROM THE BEGINNING

SUMMARY : Frodo’s struggles after the quest are worsening, and Sam cannot tear himself in two, but he does hatch an idea. Sam’s sister, Marigold, is smart, pretty, vivacious, and a healer. Surely, she can nurse Frodo back to health and teach him to love life again – or so Sam hopes, when he invites her to work for Frodo at Bag End. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen meets Tess of the D’Urbervilles.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY : Marigold spends time with her loved ones, young and old, and the women of the house share some serious – and not so serious – conversations in the kitchen.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee, Frodo/Sam (secondary)

GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life. Marigold is heavily inspired by cinnamon roll anime girls.

WARNINGS : PTSD, depression, panic attacks, eventual spicy scenes

A/N : This is a long chapter! I am also trying something new — I will now be adding more foot-notes to give insight into various references, and to explain how I came up with different aspects of the story. Oh, and this chapter has the Gamgee family tree included! All Gamgees referenced are shown, some canon and some OC’s, so that readers can more easily keep track of who is who.

RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 8k chapter, 68k total

TAGS: @konartiste, @madeinfaerie, @bumblingbriars, @hippodameia, @invisiblewashboard

EXCERPT :

In the Shire, it was often said that the kitchen was the heart of the home, and this truth was no less self-evident in the home of the Gamgees. When Marigold pushed open the door, her little niece and nephew in tow, the room was indeed pounding like a heart – the way a heart pounds when one is excited or running – and the close, warm air was filling with steam from the large copper pot, even as the rhythmic pounding of May’s knife was punctuated by Rosie’s clarion voice, and the sound of various sauces and stews simmering and coming to a boil – and the sound of May’s laughter.

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hollownest-whore · 10 months

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I see opportunity for fic art by great artist— I trip over a tableleg searching for a good scene!

My side blog is basilbellona, and this is from chapter 17 (technically 16 minus the prologue) of "Soul of God, Form of Moth" during Xero's point of view. For context, he's trying to get into the Spire for a meeting during a ball and he's a wanted criminal. He doesn't have his helmet on either, so I'll attach a sketch of him like that below the excerpt!

The great sentries’ gazes passed over him like a cold wave that the outlaw had to will himself not to duck under. The bristly hairs on his legs pressed uncomfortably into his boots. He would not turn his eyes toward them. No matter how much his body prickled at the size of their gleaming greatnails, almost as large as he was tall. They could not think he was doing anything but going where he was allowed. He would not speed up. Do not speed up. Don’t speed up––

He crossed the threshold. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Only then did he let out a quiet exhale. But still, the bristles wouldn’t lie flat.

The wait in line to get in past the lobby was insanely long, as to be expected for such a big social ball. Xero tried to blend in as best he could between the much fancier, gem-decked guests, staring idly at the huge columns and metalcraft embellishing the floor. A simple dark cloak was fairly innocuous, as many others were wearing ones of their own, so even if his looked plain, it didn’t take long for the gazes to start slipping past him. The hardest part was––

“Excuse me,”

‘FUCK.’

Xero stopped midstep and turned to the speaker–– a young, cavern-nester usher in a bowtie. He raised his brows, too surprised to find his voice and the young beetle pointed to a hole-punch claw in her other hand. “Do you have a ticket?”

He spent a good, lengthy moment processing the question.

“Sir––”

“Ah, no I don’t.” he finally laughed, raising his voice to a lilting pitch. “I thought I could just walk in. It is a public ball, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but you’ll need a ticket for entry.” The usher nodded toward a stand at the opposite of the lobby. “You can purchase one there and wait back in line.”

“Ah. So that’s what that stand is for,” he chuckled. The usher didn’t laugh.

“Couldn’t I just skip the line? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“I’m just following the rules, sir.”

Xero sighed, “Okay,” and stepped out of the door-nearing line to purchase a ridiculously overpriced ticket.

(He's got a lil half mask)

Tickets pleeeaseeee ^w^

#im not to happy with it #but i wanted to really get the scene down #XERO YOU SILLY BILLY WHAT R U DOING AT A FANCY BALL!#i gave more a pale light cuz idk how to really draw the spire wails #i might do a redraw later <3 #so silly #long ask

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triptychgrip · 3 days

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Post-canon Viktuuri intimacy: my love of writing the most tender filth imaginable

I think I'll always love writing post-canon Viktuuri smut, because in my fluffy little head, Yuuri and Viktor have the most filthy yet tender sex imaginable. It's particularly fun to write about their kink life, imagining what a few years' experience of unraveling Viktor time and time again might do for Yuuri's confidence...

If you've read my work before, I imagine you know I love writing Dom Yuuri. The most recent chapter of my married Viktuuri 2018/2022 Olympic Games fic -- Chapter 17, meaning there are only 4 chapters left until the end of part 1! -- features a pretty lengthy sex scene, and given the heightened emotionality of this particular day (i.e. the one right before Yuuri's last ever competitive skate), it was really fun to write.

It also includes mention of one of my favorite headcanons in the overall 300K+ word fic series: that Yuuri is not only a talented athlete, but singer as well. In fact, since gaining confidence in his skating as well as his relationship with Viktor, it's long been a dream of his to skate to his own music one day in competition. He finally does so in his last ever competitive season, which culminates with the Bejing 2022 Olympic Games.

Below is an excerpt from this most recent chapter, which I hope piques your interest in checking out this story or my other YOI works (which are basically all explicit...lol, what can I say?).

Note: content warning for explicit sexual content, Dom/sub power exchange

Note of context: on this particular day, Viktor is in a feminine mindset. She came out as genderfluid post-retirement, and sometimes uses she/her/hers pronouns

Given Yuuri's impressive stamina, Viktor decided to help things along by beginning to twist her wrist and pulled off for a few seconds so that she could administer a few full strokes.

“I love making you feel good…that’s all I ever want to do,” she whispered, glad when her husband opened his eyes so that they were looking at one another. “You deserve it, you were so beautiful yesterday. And not only your skating, but your singing, too.”

Her eyes actually grew wet when she said the words, but she knew Yuuri would understand the sudden onslaught of emotion.

Viktor had been hearing ‘Gold’ all season long, but never in a million years would she have guessed that Yuuri had recorded a surprise version of it: one that featured his own lead vocals instead of Yukimi’s. Though her love had skated to the sound of his own voice before (at the 2018 World Championships, in a tribute during her last competition), this was the first instance in which Yuuri had skated to a song of his own creation.

It had long been a dream of his to do so, and Viktor hadn’t even really been able to pay attention to the first thirty seconds of Yuuri’s performance yesterday, what with the way she’d broken down, sobbing. Her uninhibited reaction had been the subject of quite a lot of memes, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel even the slightest bit embarrassed. She hadn’t even realized that she’d grabbed Phichit’s sweaty arm – he had literally just come off of the ice after his own stellar performance – and had been grateful that he hadn’t minded when she’d begun to blubber all over him (then again, Phichit had cried a bit, too).

It spoke volumes about their relationship that even with the very wanton activities they were currently engaged in, a distinct softness entered Yuuri’s beautiful, gold-flecked and chestnut colored gaze.

“I could never have done it, if not for you watching me, Viten’ka,” he whispered, bringing his forehead slightly down to meet her own. “I’m so happy I got to surprise you like that.”

Viktor was proud that even as her vision grew blurry, she managed to keep up her ministrations. She giggled quietly at the sweet way her spouse kissed at some of the tears that spilled over, but the sudden heightened emotion receded, replaced with the earlier eroticism when she gave a particularly deft twist of her wrist.

“FUCK!”

She recomposed herself, bringing her mouth back down and attempting to fit the entirety of Yuuri’s dick inside. When it hit the back of her throat, she hummed, satisfied at the second loud thunk! that resounded.

“Ah! Vitya!!”

Viktor immediately pulled off with an unabashed slurping sound, but before Yuuri could protest, she sunk back down, taking his cock all the way to the back of her throat, yet again.

“Swallow around me, honey,” he ordered, the firm directive sending another heady pulse of fuzziness right to her brain.

She did so with enthusiasm, nearly losing her goddamn mind when her husband brought his hand up to her throat, lightly massaging it so that he could feel himself inside of her.

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice fanfiction #victuuri #viktuuri #my writing #yoi fanfiction #katsuki yuuri #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #viktor nikiforov #fluff and smut

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gloomyfilm · 11 months

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A LOVE LETTER TO THIS IS US 🍋💌☁️

/for full ambiant experience click on the audio before continuing\

I still can't believe two summers ago I decided to give This Is Us a try, fell in love and binge-watched the whole 5 seasons available.

Every night, I would get to cooking in a very romanticized fashioned way à la Nancy Meyers main character, pour myself a nice fresh drink as people still enjoyed the warmth of the early evening hours.

By the time dinner was ready, world would accordantly settle for peacefulness as I made my way to the couch to get all cozy and snuggly.

Here would begin, the events I was truly not prepared for..

In just under 2 episodes, I was now finding myself unexpectedly and completely invested, all thanks to the writers for having done such a terrific job on the dialogues, cliffhangers and time traveling. For approximately the next two weeks following, my nights were paced up by This Is Us and driven by my own hunger to find out: what on earth happened to the Pearson family?

From the very first episode, --- which features one of the most beautiful closing scene I've seen on television along Labi Siffre's song "Watch Me" --- up to the last episode of season 1, emotions would come to the surface, hitting a specific spot within me...

By episode 14 from season 2 it was clear, if not clear then, that the tissu box would be kept close by for the remaining time of the entire series.

Imagine some stranger dropping on you some hard facts about life, death, society issues, love, mental health... to sum it up: YOURSELF.

precisely, accurately and totally out of the blue. 😃

As the seasons went on, I was admiring how the flashbacks and foreshadowing started to merge all together into one. It would only get all the more brilliant with each new episode I was discovering.

The show succeeded in giving its audience a range of life observations to think about. Therapy-wise, if you couldn't afford a therapist, This Is Us was there for you. I still rely on and appreciate many of the thoughtful and life inspiring excerpts.

Moreover, it delivered the people with a brand new music playlist. Yes, another key element to all this greatness is the symbiosis between the storylines and the soundtrack. Hold my Spotify, to this day I still listen to the score in my bed, to meditate, to get dreamy. I've also come to discover wonderful artists and can hardly detach their songs from the show as it gave their melodies a new sense of clarity and depth.

When having finished the fifth season, I was desperate for more but afraid to google the show and potentially find out it had been canceled.... which is NOT what happened of course because we're talking about thee show that has garnered over 17 million views in less than 3 days for its trailer alone. alright lovelies?

And so just like that, comfortable in my bed and all up to date, the sixth and finale season of This Is Us was premiered in early 2022.

Only couple of months after having cried an ocean over its past seasons, -- if reminder was needed --, I emotionally began this last chapter of what felt in some parts like my own life portrayed on screen. ✨hopes were high - tissu box storage ran low.✨

Season 6 would open to a flashbacks filled episode echoing Season 1, already preparing us for closure and ultimately heartbreaks. Eventually some people were a bit disappointed by the simplicity of the final episode, but the last minute or so really brought it all up for me. It was ending, right there before our very eyes and it was beautifully executed. The ultimate disappointment would have been to not experience any shivers, but that never happened, the show always got in my feelings in one way or another.

The empty boxes of kleenex that I've been sitting on can testify, your honor.

Last but not least, an aspect of the show that I've truly enjoyed is that all characters and actors were given dedicated moments to shine.

The chemistry between them was real, felt and seen both on and off the big screen and that's precious. I miss this cast.

This year, just a few weeks away from my birthday, there'll be no new Jack Pearson butt to be seen, no mothering singing Rebecca, no anxious Randall, no queen Beth, no indecisive Kevin, no self sabotaging Kate and oh do I miss them all. But I am so grateful for the people behind this project and their creative genius that bought us such a magnificent television program. I had low expectations, it now holds a special place in my heart like no other tv series.

This Is Us did not just narrate a story about some random family, it narrated life authentically at its worst and finest. With poetry and grace, it presented different storylines for each and every single one of us to identify, it offered us our very own reflection, and an opportunity to change, learn, heal or grow. This is the reason why so many of us worldwide described it as close to home,

because This Is Us.

🎂 And a very happy (late) birthday to our boo Milo Ventimiglia (08/07/1977) 💘

#milo ventimiglia #mandy moore #this is us #tiu #tiuedit #i am so grateful for this #filmedit #doyouevenfilm #my gifs #mental health #televisongifs #jack pearson #rebecca pearson #Spotify

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 11 days

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12 and 18 for the fic writer asks!

Thanks for the ask!!

12. A trope you’re really into right now

I think I'd have to go with Second Chances!! I've always been a huge fan of Hinny, so it's a trope that's always been great to me but ever since I fell back down the Jily rabbit hole I haven't read much of it. But now that I'm writing All The Lonely People it's back on my radar again and I'm excited to explore it!!!

18. If you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Oooooohhhh okay okay so some background: a while back, I wrote a scene in Kindly Stopped for Me (chapter 25 I think? Or some time around then) where Lily and Sirius go to visit Amelia Bones to talk about the Dursleys. I thought it'd be fun to develop Amelia a little more, and part of that included introducing Lily and Sirius to her very quirky artist/activist brother Oliver (an OC), who also happens to be Susan Bones's father. I included him mainly to add some levity to what was otherwise a very serious scene, but I also thought it would be nice to have Lily talk to a parent of one of her students who isn't Molly or Arthur. (Just to build on the fact that Lily is fantastic at her job and her students love her😅) But ultimately I cut the whole scene because it felt kind of out of place and unnecessary and there was already so much going on. I was kind of sad about it because I love the Oliver Bones that I created😅 Maybe I'll find a place to work him back into the fic!

Anyway, long rambling explanation aside — here's an excerpt from that scene! (very minor spoilers for KSFM chapters 16 and 17 ahead)

“Let me guess,” he said cheerfully. “You’re here to see my sister.” Lily glanced at Sirius, who shrugged — frowning slightly. “Sister?” Lily repeated. “You’re…” The man flashed her a lopsided grin, extending a hand. “Oliver Bones. Pleased to meet you.” Lily blinked, reaching out to shake his hand. “Hi,” she said. “I’m—” “Lily Potter,” he finished for her. “I know. I’m a big fan of the way you made Cornelius Fudge look like a blithering idiot in open court.” He held his hand out to Sirius, his smile unwavering. “I know you too, of course,” he said. “Hell of a trial, mate. Would love to see the Animagus form sometime.” Sirius stared at him for several beats, apparently at a loss for words. “I…what?” Oliver laughed. “Right, sorry, I’m an artist—” He gestured to his apron. “Occupational curiosity.” He stepped back, opening the door wider. “Come in, Milly’s just upstairs.”

Thanks again!!💕

Fic Writer Ask Game

#fic writer ask game #ksfm deleted scene

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raccoonfallsharder · 10 months

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I just fuckin CRANKED out the first chapter of Domestic Scenes In Space Travel after confessing my writer’s block to the gods of tumblr & fandom

(stayed up too late to do it but prolly couldn’t’ve slept anyway)

so here is my tentative posting line-up:

Thursday 8/17 - Chapter VIII of Window Across the Galaxy (drafted, reviewed & revised, final edits needed)

Monday 8/21 - The Tenth Visit (Chapter 1) of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel (drafted, needs review, revision, final edits) - find more behind the cut if you wanna read a loose summary/ me rambling while drunk on a lack of sleep

Wednesday 8/23 - Chapter IX of Window Across the Galaxy (drafted, reviewed, needs revision & final edits)

Monday 8/28 - Chapter 2 of Blackmail Material (drafted, reviewed, revised, needs final edits)

After that my day job picks up a lot of steam for the rest of the calendar year so I may not be able to write/post/share as much BUT I will still be here my friends. Please continue to be your wonderful, sweet, patient selves with me.

So, The Tenth Visit, man. Kicked my ass. I was sitting on scraps of ideas since…before The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl was even completed. And I just got too locked into trying to honor all of them and keep a consistent tone. Once I was able to say, “I actually don’t need to stick with this format,” it freed me up to just write and see where the story went. And once I started just writing, the rest of the chapter just sprawled out quite nicely.

So, The Tenth Visit is chronologically sound (I just really wanted to start with a piece that made sense as a bridge from Sweatshirt Girl but future installments may be anachronistic). It’s got a little fluff, a little domesticity, and a bunch of smut (I had been planning on skipping the smut for the opening chapter but the smut said NO. i WILL be included. so here we are).

Knowing this is a rough draft (and subject to a lot of change), I’ll share a random excerpt and hope it gets you at least a little bit as excited as I am. (I am sure when I am not sleep-deprived and reread this installment I will be less excited but that’s a tomorrow-problem)

Chapter I. The Tenth Visit. Tenative subtitle: Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training.

You glide your fingers in a circle on the disk, the way Rocket showed you, and then tap it. The pale projection collapses in on itself in a little blink of light. Setting the disk aside, you let your whole body soften, then turn your head to the left to drop a kiss on the outside of Rocket’s knee.

You don’t look up - not yet. Instead, you curl your body slowly toward him, shifting off your ass and onto your hip as you press your lips, light and quick, on his kneecap. His hand slides from your hair as you continue rolling onto your knees, sliding your arms up onto the loveseat cushions, and dipping your head to tuck another kiss to the inside of his thigh. Then you’re bracketing his legs with your forearms as you sit back on your heels, feeling his knees press into either side of your ribs.

You let your eyes linger pointedly on the front of his jumpsuit before slowly dragging them up to his face. That’s when you realize he’s gone utterly still: mug poised halfway to his lips, mouth slightly ajar, dark red-amber eyes wide on you.

#rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon #gotg fanfiction #just fanfiction things #rocket racoon x reader #reader insert #rocket raccoon x you #rocket x you #rocket raccoon x oc #smut #smutty smut smut

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ursafootprints · 5 months

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*eagerly holds up microphone ;D

1, 3, 12, 13, 17, 22, 24, 26, 27, 29, 30

Sldkfjsdf 💖💖💖 THANK YOU FRIEND you're the sean evans to my weeping-while-answering-questions interviewee

1, 12, 24 have all been answered!

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? Oh, gosh. That I can finish something longer than five chapters? That banking all my oneshot ideas is a great way to focus on a main project but means I will be extremely scattered from having too many WIPs in the aftermath? I feel like I'm much less thoughtful/self-aware about this kind of stuff than a lot of other authors, lmao.

13. What fic was the easiest to write? Cheating because it was by far the shortest, but it happens here every day (and its soon-to-be-posted Part 2, as they were actually originally written as a one-shot, haha.) I finished each scene in one sitting of CLAMP-fuelled brainworms.

For the ones that are on more equal ground wordcount-wise, Pyrite was the easiest! I had a pretty solid idea of what I wanted out of it and didn't struggle overly much with any of the individual elements.

17. What were your go-to writing snacks? Salt & vinegar chips are my favorite snack, but I don't snack while I write! I don't wanna get chipfingers on my keyboard.

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene I can't actually pick a favorite from the last two chapters of YNYD (Peter's talks with May? Tony and Peter's final date night before Peter moves for MIT?? the final scene?!), so instead, from Pyrite:

"I accepted that I had no fucking clue what Dad would let you get away with all the way back when you were three and I didn't revert to being an only child after you drew all over his Shelby Cobra with a screwdriver," he said, rolling his eyes at the memory. It's not like he'd at all wanted his baby brother to get slapped into next Tuesday, but— "For all I know you could blow Norman Osborn right in front of him and he'd just compliment your technique." "Tony!" Peter squawked with a peal of horrified laughter, twisting up out of Tony's lap to shove at his shoulder in protest. "'Hmm, excellent work, son,'" Tony intoned in a well-practiced imitation of their father, catching Peter's wrists. "'See how he's working the shaft, Anthony? Now this is how a worthy Stark successor sucks cock.'" "Oh my god," Peter wailed as he struggled against Tony's grip to try and shut him up, beet red and laughing.

Despite being wholly inappropriate, Tony was actually just being a big brother rather than trying to flirt with Peter here, and so this part actually struck me as being weirdly charming as a look into what their sibling relationship could've been like if not for… everything.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Oh finishing YNYD for sure. I've never written anything near that long or complex before (my next-longest work is only 37k vs YNYD's 166k,) much less finished it, and it felt like a massive accomplishment.

If we're talking something more specific to the writing process, coming up with the idea of using Hanahaki as the premise for the wicked love sequel was also super satisfying! I was pretty content with the idea of just letting the first part stand alone as a full-on tragedy, but I did keep rolling the idea of "but what would their relationship look like after that" around in my mind just out of sheer fascination with it.

I didn't think my answer at the time ("they'd get therapy but Tony wouldn't really ever open up to talk about it and things would never really be the same I guess???") would be that interesting to write or read, but landing on "Tony would be forced to talk about it because his son got Hanahaki" was immediately exciting!

27. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? I live in a constant state of buying myself a little treat, so I probably did that, but otherwise not really actually!

29. If this were an awards show, who would you thank? Lolll oh god. You and @shivanessa for sure for all the lovely gifts and for being such thoughtful and supportive readers and friends, my sibling for listening to me ramble about my fics, Rome for letting me bounce ideas off of them and being a wonderful friend and cheerleader, allllllll of my regular commenters…!! You guys are what makes being in fandom so fun 💖💖💖

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024? Lmaoooooooooo

People were sharing their WIPs lists in the Super Starkers server a while back so I threw one together and, well…

…We'll see what happens!!

#ursa asks #ask games #liliaaa 💖💖💖

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hinataoc · 10 months

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KHOC Week Day 2 - New World

HEY! It’s the second day of @khoc-week Wooooo

So I have a lot to share for this. But I’m going to focus on the age old favorite of Halloween Town, because that’s where I just finished writing them at in FT.

First, I want to start with Hinata. She arrived first in Halloween Town, along with Axel and Riku. They were in pursuit of a Replica and formed a shaky alliance to track her down. When they arrived all three of them got completely different looks. Hinata was mostly unhappy with hers, while Riku and Axel ended up looking pretty cool.

I have this incredible piece by @amyhayanora that depicts them in their outfits from a scene in The Forgotten Traveler Chapter 17

Next is Sam. The poor thing does not have good luck with the ship’s magic drive. For some reason, she doesn’t get to be fully human. There is a reason, it’s just spoilers and such. Anyway, I am a huge fan of Legend of Zelda and when I think of the creatures in Nightmare Before Christmas I always think of the fish guy. So Sam got a fishy experience.

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Excerpt from The Forgotten Traveler Chapter 19—

(note: remember that crazy robot B.E.N from Treasure Planet? yeah he travels with them)

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Halloween Town was just as gloomy as the name would suggest. Gravestones and gargoyles stood intertwined with black thorny vines and rotting pumpkins. In the center of the field was a hill that curled into itself at the end, the entire thing silhouetted by the full moon.

"I didn't think this place would take its name so literally." Sam sidestepped a smashed pumpkin, gagging at the sight of rats and maggots devouring its remains. "I don't even want to know how it made me look."

"Yeeeah, that's probably for the best," Ben assured her, a few steps ahead as he scanned the area for any signs of Riku and Hinata. He had made it off nearly scot-free from the magic drive, spare for a darker shade of rust, a brighter, eerie glow to his eyes, and crusted blood splattered over his joints. "If you ask me—"

"I didn't," Sam reminded him, but he continued regardless.

"—I'd say you'd be better off under water." He tapped his chin. "Maaaaybe near Neverland! I hear there's plenty of sea monsters there. If DiZ's world encyclopedias are anything to go by, which"—he laughed—"why wouldn't they be, amiright?"

Sam inwardly groaned, stopping mid step and allowing Ben to continue on as he walked further and further away. "Of course I get stuck with him tagging along," she grumbled under her breath, reaching up her hand to rub her hair. Then she paused, realizing there was no hair to touch. Instead, her fingers were met with a slick, slimy skin that reminded her of touching a fish left too long on the counter— something she had done one too many times. "Oh come on!" She held out her hand in front of her, seeing the bluish tint to her now long webbed fingers. Suddenly, Ben's comments on her belonging with other sea monsters didn't seem so far-fetched.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Ben called back to her, his hands cupped around his mouth.

Sam clenched her hands at her sides, shutting her eyes tight and taking in a long deep breath. "Please tell me Velcia's coming down soon."

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Yeeeeah... she got to be based on a zombified zora. Sorry Sam.

Velcia though, my husband had the coolest design idea for her and I was so excited to get the chance to draw it.

An amazing ghost witch! She’s a potion maker by trade in Thebes, so it just fits so perfectly! All the ingredients hanging from the dress’ threads, the potions eerily glowing and dangling from the branches, ahhh so cool! I really need to up my design game. My husband has me beat.

Here is some more art I have of Hinata in her Halloween Town look. It was originally designed by someone on DeviantArt by the name of VelvetCookieVT. I hosted an art contest for participants to design a new world outfit for Hinata, and whoever won would get their outfit and world choice put into the story. I held the contest years ago and it just finally got put in. Anyway, here is the original artwork of Hinata’s Halloween Town look.

I was absolutely in love with it. Hinata was not lol! But she managed.

Also, bonus of Hinata’s Christmas Town look that was co designed by me and @amyhayanora.

OBSESSED

#khocweek2023 #kingdom hearts #khoc #Hina-Draws

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khruschevshoe · 6 months

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Archie (Black Hole)

My broken house behind me and good things ahead

I was 17 years young

Hurt my knuckles punching the machines

The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue

The scene ends badly as you might imagine

In a cavalcade of anger and fear

There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

-The Mountain Goats, This Year

Oluwande - he is everything Archie was expecting. Jim had changed Archie, pried open her chest, made her like it. Made her love the citrusy tang of oranges and spit out the blood that pooled in her mouth. Oluwande is everywhere on Jim. He’s so ingrained in them that before they even met, Archie felt a little bit in love with him, just the same as she feels for Jim. And she’s not even one for the guys.

“Jim’s told me about you,” she says to him, bluntly, helping him organise scrolls. She doesn’t think either of them are very good at it, but it’s an easy job and she can’t complain.

“Oh yeah? Good things, I hope?” He replies. His tone is always comfortable, sunshiny, as he examines a scroll and then haphazardly shoves it on top of another one.

“They’re lovesick,” Archie laughs. “That’s a funny word. Like you’re throwing up your own heart.”

Oluwande joins her in laughter. He has one teal earring, Archie observes, the same colour as the sea on a nice day, when the sun hits it just right.

-cadence_stan, black hole

So, a change of pace! One of my other favorite fics in this fandom: "black hole" by cadence_stan (or @ruecrown). It's an Archie-character study that really fills in her backstory and her POV on the events of the show. The imagery is vivid, the pace was so well-executed, and the character development was delicious. (Plus, it has a healthy dose of both JimArchie and JimArchieOlu, so y'all know I was having a great time.) It was so hard to pick out a single excerpt from this fic- the writing is so gorgeous all around- but I picked my favorite bit from Chapter 3! (Y'all really should go read the whole thing, though- it's so good!)

@possumsmushroom

#archie ofmd #archie jimenez #jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #jim x archie x oluwande #garlicule rides again #cadence_stan #fanfic #fic rec #ao3 #moodboard #lyrics #this year #the mountain goats #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2

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bbcphile · 5 months

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For the fic writers ask meme: 17 and/or 37

Thanks for the asks, @the-surreptitious-albatross , and sorry it has taken me some time to respond!

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I usually write the scenes in order, from start to finish. The closest I come to doing things out of order is that sometimes I will jump ahead and do a detailed outline of a later chapter if I think of ways I want it to be in conversation with an earlier one (eg. if there are interesting parallelism, or thematic commonalities), and often my outlines start with bullet points and then end up basically being very rough drafts, complete with pages of dialogue and the emotional beats or notes on where to add descriptions. And I guess with my current long MLC fic, I wrote a few drafts of the first few chapters, then did 15k of outlines/incredibly rough drafts for later chapters, and then the other day realized what was bugging me about how I had written the first chapter, so I went back and completely rewrote it. So I guess in that regard, I jump around, because I might go back and totally reconceive of a chapter based on something I want to do with character development later. (This is why I don’t post fics on AO3 until they’re done; I do a truly absurd amount of rewriting.)

37: Talk about your current wips.

I’m honored that you want to hear about it! I actually have 4 for Mysterious Lotus Casebook fics (3 with absurdly detailed outlines, but only one that I’m actively drafting), so for now, I’ll just talk about the one I’ve worked the most on.

Post-canon (OT3) Beach fic:

tw/cw: suicide attempt, off-page non-consensual medical procedure

When Li Lianhua’s shiniang tried and failed to sacrifice herself to save Li Lianhua against his will, he fled to the Donghai beach, intending to die before she could catch up with him because he can’t endure the idea that someone else he cared about might die for him. Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing find him first and save his life for the moment, but are horrified to discover the truth that Li Lianhua can’t lie his way out of: that the damage from the survivor’s guilt of everything he’s been through is just as dangerous as the damage from Bicha poisoning. With each of them reeling from the traumas of the past year (Li Lianhua from Shan Gudao’s betrayal and now medical PTSD from his shiniang’s procedure, Fang Duobing from almost losing Li Lianhua and being terrified to let him out of his sight in case he goes straight back to the water, and Di Feisheng from the abuse at the hands of Jiao Liqiao), they have to figure out how to face everything they pushed aside to save the country, and in the process, learn that the hardest battles aren’t fought with swords.

To read an excerpt, follow this link: (x)

I was going to write up synopses for the others, but I’m out of energy (and don’t want to sit on this ask for another week or so to write them out), so I’ll just do quick teaser/keyword summaries for the others:

Missing Scene Fic: Di Feisheng’s first night in Lotus Tower (featuring him finding the Yinzhou armor being used as a potholder, his feelings on having his meridians and qi blocked, and helping LLH after a nightmare so it doesn’t wake up FDB and give away his identity.)

Pre-Canon: Yinzhou armor backstory, Sigu sect waterfall spars, and LXY/DFS first time; set the evening after Shan Gudao resigned from the Sigu Sect

5+1: FDB and DFS sharing the Lotus Tower guest bed (from FDB’s POV, covering the entire show + post canon)

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fic #Li Lianhua #Di Feisheng #Fang Duobing #my fic #ask meme

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nhstadler · 1 year

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OK, so before we do this, before you read this, I need to warn you guys.

I’ve been in a reading and writing slump and I’m having a hard time putting my thoughts into words at the moment. I’m very sorry that the new chapter takes me so long, but I’m just not in the right headspace.

That being said, I wanted to give you guys at least some sign of life so you know I haven’t forgotten about Seth and the gang. Usually, this would be a James POV, but even that just didn’t work. So, while I was free-writing, trying to get all the clutter out of my head, this short scene below happened. And here’s the warning: it’s kind of sad.

I’ve always been writing little scenes that take place after the events of HNTBAW and I swear, the entire thing is not as dramatic as it is in the short excerpt below, but this wanted out and I wrote it down and I kind of like it.

It is a bit of a spoiler… not quite but a little, and if you are not up for a little heartache then I would strongly advise you just ignore this post and wait for the chapter, which I’m working on, I promise. Whatever you choose, thanks for being here and reading and all the support. I really appreciate it.

I watch him for a moment - how he leans against the bannister, bracing the railing with locked out arms, the sea breeze ruffling his already tousled hair. I can still remember when I used to try and convince myself that I didn’t find him attractive; even when I could hardly take my eyes off of him.

“OK, show me.”

He turns towards me, the look of surprise quickly turning into something softer as he watches me approach. “Woodley, what-”

“I want to see it,” I say as coolly as I can, folding my arms across my chest against the cold wind. The sun is gone but there’s still a faint glow along the horizon, like a gleaming seam that separates the ocean from the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I look up at James, feeling a familiar prickle of frustration run up my spine at the infuriating lopsided smile that tugs on his lips. At the dimple in his cheek. It’s been two years and he should be a stranger to me, but he isn’t. No matter if he’s 17 or 24; when I look at him, it’s always James.

But I’m not falling for that anymore; for him. The only reason my heart is beating faster is because it’s used to reacting that way to James’s stupid smiles. It’s just muscle memory.

“Potter.”

“Woodley.” He’s grinning, the git, obviously enjoying this way too much, and I sigh before I look out at the ocean again. The water is dark and calm, and it reminds me of the Black Lake on hot summer nights. Of one particular summer night, when James and I were fresh and new and terrifying and we spent the entire night wrapped up in each other, talking, laughing, kissing.

Mostly kissing.

Maybe he remembers it too.

“Fine,” James says quietly and I turn to look at him as he grabs the hem of his sweatshirt and lifts it up to his collarbone, just enough to reveal the thin, geometric lines that are inked into his skin there - into the spot above his heart.

I could trace them with my eyes closed.

“I thought you had it removed.”

James snorts softly, the sound barely louder than the steady rush of the ocean, and I feel the familiar pressure behind my chest that makes it hard to breathe. I should have just let this go - I shouldn’t have started this. It shouldn’t matter that he still has it. He was 19 and drunk and dumb. It doesn’t mean anything.

But I still can’t look up at him. So, instead, I let my eyes drift lower, down to the thin, white scar that snakes along the side of his waist and across his abdomen. It feels incredibly strange that there is something about James’s body that I don’t know. Some part of him that I haven’t touched. That I never will.

“Seth?” He says so quietly, it’s barely more than a whisper, and I know we’re standing too close to each other; almost touching but not quite.

I finally look up at him, and my heart is thrashing against my chest like it hasn’t done in forever - not since James Potter. Everything about him is familiar in a way that hurts just a little too much. Because, even though we’re not us anymore, he’s still the boy who flew up to my window in the pouring rain. The boy who kissed me in an old telephone box on New Year’s Eve. The boy who has all of my firsts.

A part of me will always be his.

“Shit.” James lets out a shaky breath as he tilts his head, his forehead pressing against mine, and I close my eyes, trying to sort out my messy thoughts. This is probably the dumbest thing I have done in a while, but I can’t stop. I can’t walk away from him.

James’s arms slide around me, pulling me in, and my hands go up to his chest, fingertips digging into the cloth of his sweatshirt, right above his heart.

Because, even though millions love him, a part of him will always be mine.

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #aesthetics #aesthetic #in another life #Spotify

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tippilo · 6 months

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The Brightest Star in the Sky

Tom Riddle x Hermione Granger | Rating: E

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🩵🤍Chapter 17: The Winter Ball🤍🩵

Riddle entered her line of sight. His step was unhurried, but purposeful as he approached her. He didn’t look remotely happy to be here.

He wore dress robes that were a deep silky midnight black with an emerald green sheen in the light. His foreboding presence was like a magnet, and she hated herself for finding it so captivating. He stopped in front of her, standing so close his legs almost brushed hers. He stared, examining her, but what he was looking for, she wasn’t sure.

“Dance with me.” It wasn’t a request, but he said it like the words caused him physical pain. Was it dancing that made him angry, or was it the thought of dancing with her specifically? Why would he ask if it upset him so much? He reached his hand towards her, waiting for her to take it.

“Are you asking me to dance with you or telling me?” she grimaced, folding her arms.

His lip twitched, but his hand didn’t move. “Which answer will get you to dance with me?”

“Neither, just curious.” She shrugged.

He kept his expression carefully neutral. She shifted away from him and sat back, trying to appear unaffected by his presence. She swiped a few stray wisps of hair out of her face and scanned the room.

“Dance with me, Miss Granger.” He dropped his aggressive posture, his arms relaxing at his sides. To her surprise, he sat next to her, his whole body turned towards her.

His mood swings gave her a headache. She couldn’t keep track of them. He tended to be triggered by even the smallest transgressions.

She sighed. “What do you want, Riddle?”

“I want you to dance with me.” The irritation seeped into his tone, but in the next blink his expression soothed. He stood and dropped into a deep bow. “Please dance with me, my most noble and intellectually superior queen.” The melodic voice washed over her like buttery silk. Hermione gaped at him. She may have laughed if she wasn’t so surprised. She couldn’t believe he remembered that ridiculous title. She never thought he would actually use it.

She felt the same pull again. His eyes, his charm, his demeanor all called her toward him.

Without hesitation, she intertwined her fingers with his and allowed him to guide her to the center of the dance floor. The most prominent spot, under the star-filled, snowy sky.

**mild edits were made to scene to avoid little spoilers

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