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With Draco’s hands on him, Harry finally understands what it must be like to be a Phoenix; it feels like he’s going up in flames, like he’s losing himself to smoke.

Last Lines Challenge

I’ve done this before but I just got tagged by @steampunkserpent27 so I figured why not do it again! Here is the last line I just wrote for my wip. You can find the first chapters of it here 

It’s early, but they fall asleep anyways. Two boys enveloped in each other, all loose limbs and wild hair, spread out across snowy sheets.

Alright, I'm going to tag @phoebe-delia and @dykesiriusblack. Also @silver-de-vonne and @sorry-i-ship-drarry (I know I’ve tagged you both before but I had so much fun doing the tag a second time I felt like giving ya’ll an opportunity to do it again too). In addition anyone who sees this post and wants to join in please do 💜 

tonight my sleep will be restless 

this is an expert from my @drarry-spin-the-wheel-fest work. My prompts are Werewolf Harry or Draco and Meet Ugly. I’ve hit some writers block and I think I just need to know that someone enjoys the direction of this fic to inspire me to keep writing it haha. Hope ya’ll enjoy! 

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t know Draco was in Scotland,” Harry spits through the fire. Blaise rubs his eyes groggily. He’s wearing an emerald green dressing gown embroidered with what looks like giant golden butterflies. The Slytherins have always had a bit of a wild fashion sense. 

“I didn’t know Draco was in Scotland?” Blaise has always been a terrible liar. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Harry says angrily. 

Blaise smiles nervously. “Okay you caught me, I knew Draco was in Scotland.” 

“I can’t believe you,” Harry looks down and finds that his knuckles are clenched into fists, his knuckles stand out white against his tanned skin. He knows it isn’t good for him to wind himself up like this but he can’t help it. “You knew he was here and you encouraged me to buy the house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to him?!” 

“Um, yes. That might be exactly what I did.” Blaises curls his lip into a small smirk, “But isn’t it great? Now he can keep an eye on you.” 

“Don’t tell me you set this up because you thought Draco Malfoy would be a prime candidate for watching over the Savior of the Wizarding World. You didn’t think that the second he realized something strange was going on he would go straight to the press?” Harry demands. 

Blaise’s eyes widen slightly, “I didn’t really think about that,” He admits. “But he’s changed a lot since the war. I’m sure he won’t do that.” 

“Oh perfect. You didn’t think of that?!! What were you thinking about then?”

“Oh,” Blaise says brightly, “How when me and Ginny come to visit we can see both of you instead of taking portkeys to different places.” 

“So,” Harry’s voice comes out low, a dangerous strain to his words. “You’re telling me I bought a house in the middle of nowhere only to find out that Draco Malfoy is my neighbor all because you and Ginny wanted simple travel plans?”

“Well yes,” Blaise admits gingerly, scooting back from his fireplace a little as if he thinks Harry might reach through the flames and shove him. “When I think about it like that it does seem a little silly.” 

Harry shakes his head and forces himself to take a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth just like the sodding meditation practice Hermione is always forcing him to do. 

“Fine,” He grits out. “I’ll figure out how to handle it. But you have to tell Draco that it’s your fault I’m here. I don’t want him thinking I’m some obsessive stalker.” 

“Hm, I actually think that maybe that could be avoided? You see-” 

“No,” Harry says, “You tell him or I’ll tell Ginny about the time you stole her favorite dress to wear to Pansy’s drag party.” 

“Okay,” Blaise says, clenching his jaw. “I’m sure it won’t be a big deal. He’ll forgive me immediately.” 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself Blaise.”

Harry ends the firecall and slumps onto the rug. 

Harry would prefer to spend the entire night glued to Draco’s side listening to him gossip with Theo about Kingsley's extracurricular activities, or watching him aggressively teaching Ginny how to tango, but eventually he gets ripped away by Dean who needs an emergency consult on if Seamus is flirting with him or not, and the conversations seems to take about three hundred years so by the time it’s finished Draco’s been swallowed up by the crowd.

When Harry finds him he’s in the back of the pub by the pool tables. Pansy is perched on the edge of the one next to him, her feet kicking back and forth rhythmically. As Draco speaks to her she leans forward exposing more cleavage than Harry had ever thought possible. She tosses her long dark hair over her shoulder and blinks up at him.

No way, Harry’s not stupid. He knows what it looks like when someone’s trying to pull. He strides confidently towards them and wraps a casual hand around Draco’s side, slotting in next to him. Draco’s body relaxes immediately. He looks away from Pansy and runs his fingers carefully through Harry’s hair. Harry watches as Pansy’s eyes narrow and then widen.

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-Richard Siken, The Language of the Birds from War of the Foxes

You're a little sapling in a forest but you grow amongst the tall trees. You'll be one of them one day. Just because someone else is on a whole different level, doesn't even they weren't sapling once too.

We live on a rock that is gilded with stars in the night and I love to believe that I'm the dust they leave behind. Because, what if we are attracted to them because we were a part of them but they left us so we can be our own person?

6. write 3 sentences of any wip you’d like, post it in the answer. 

thanks for another ask! xx

It crept up on all of us. Pancreatic cancer, I think- no, know, after my mother translated it for me.

The doctors confirmed it for what felt like the millionth time, their voices flat and tired, and me, struggling to understand what they were saying.

from: wip ask game

!!! this is seriously so cute and amazing and literally gave me all the feels

I wonder why Wyn’s struggling to sleep and getting anxious? I feel like we had some hints here and there, and that makes me intrigued to want to know more.

I’m also invested in the magic system and the way your world works. Like what’s the government based off of? How does magic exist, etc.? c: just thoughts that came to mind haha

It’s also super interesting to get a glimpse into their somewhat more glamorous lifestyle as fugitives, as they’re living completely opposite from what I’d expect. Are they waiting for something to happen, or someone to find them? If so, what?

Basically: I need more of this.

“surely I would have noticed, right?” (heart of hellfire)

summary: A short story showing an alternate confession scene in Heart of Hellfire. Wynn has been training all day so Theo has her rest, but he notices that she hasn’t been sleeping well. Their joking and teasing though, leads to some unexpected realisations.

word count: 790

a/n: this is unedited, I just wrote it and posted it, that’s it, hope it’s still decent

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Novel excerpt: The Midnight Cafe

The Midnight Cafe, established 1962, had been a Jacobin headquarters for the beaten down since the Beat Generation became a staple in that part of town. Over the years, it grew into a fully-earned reputation for revolution, for Marxists, feminists, transcendentalists, surrealists and hedonists alike had at one point considered the cafe a nightly destination for conspiring over whisky. In the 70s, while Tibetan refugees starved themselves on the sidewalk outside, Rastafarian guitarists serenaded passersby from the balcony seating. In the 80s, university students watched the fall of the Berlin Wall on TVs hanging above the bar and listened to radio reports of their Beijing counterparts being crushed by tanks. 

And in addition to the countless poets and lovers who met tragic ends overdosing, over-copulating in the bathroom, it was said that in his youth, a certain congressional lynchpin broke his heart against a chiseled queer on the dance floor before taking up the mantle of hardline conservatism in the 2012 presidential primaries. Michelin was decidedly reluctant to surrender to The Midnight Cafe even half a star, but for what it lacked in actual coffee or real food, a loyal clientele compensated with BYOB.  

No stranger to the establishment, Elia greeted the people she knew with hugs and kisses, quickly becoming acquainted with those she didn’t as she squeezed through an intimate throng of bodies. Talk was kept to a shallow minimum, as attempts to converse were frequently interjected by the clatter of plates, the clink of glasses and the whir of blenders churning out assembly line margaritas. Every last face in the place was beautiful, made so by makeup, by product, by dim lighting and clothes cut scandalously just so. Spirits were high and free-flowing; oxygen was low. 

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29 August 1904 James Joyce to Nora Barnacle Joyce Letters of James Joyce [originally published 1966]

August 5, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

die for you in secret- Excerpt.1

"Breathe, my star"

Castor allowed herself to be drawn to Orion's chest, grateful for the excuse to hide her face, which was increasingly heating up.

The physical contact.

The very affectionate pet name.

The kindness in her love's voice.

It was all too much, but Orion wielded it as if were the most casual of acts- it made Castor uncomfortable. A good discomfort, though.

"Can you stand now?"

How embarrassing. Humiliating, yet there Orion was at her side as if Castor mattered- which she no longer did. Not to her people. What use was she without her title?

Stripped for treason.

And, she would be dead soon.

The Queen Mother had never liked her,and now Castor had just gone out and given her a reason not to by betraying her people,

"Cas, star-

"How can you stand to look at me?" Orion tried to tilt Castor's head up but Castor kept ducking and shrugging her off.

With an impatient huff, Orion lifted Castor by the shoulders so that she could look her in the eye, " What the fuck are you on about?"

"I'm nothing now an-

Orion snorted, always interrupting, and Castor shook a bit roughly as if shaking some sense into her, "Maybe to them," her usual gruff, controlled tone took on a softer quality as she leant her forehead against Castor's, "To me, you're everything. You're my star, remember?"

Against her better judgment, Castor burst into tears and ducked her head again so that she was crying onto Orion's neck. Orion flinched at the loud and body-wracking sobs: she was still clueless about what to do when Castor got like...this.

Why the fuck was she crying?

But then, Cas reached up and kissed Orion with her tear-stained lips, the evidence of them would be on her tongue later.

Thank you!! This is mild spoilers for something I will eventually post from the Not-a-Damsel series

They dried up the last of the water and replaced the towel on the rack.

Violetta snapped, "I know that," and picked up the selected to shades of blue and purple, including, to Victor-Hecate's amusement, the navy eyeshadow they'd pointed to.

"Sure, sure," they mock pacified, as she stood. "Are you almost done? I'm sure your beloved wants you back as soon as possible." Violetta rose, and keeping her nose in the air, flounced out.

Tagging: @helen-the-bear @pagesofcursive @cozy-kaye @wannabeauthorzofija @lova-writes (but no pressure, of course)

—seven sentences challenge

—the challenge

share the last seven sentences you wrote and then tag seven people !

He closed his burning eyes, tears spilling down his dirtied cheeks. “Coda?!”

His screaming was pointless, only to raw his throat further than it’d already been. No one came, just as they hadn’t when he cried and screamed for Iven. They ignored his pleas beneath the celebratory cheering. And now, they ignored him beneath the explosions that shook the entire academy.

And still, no one came.

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thank you for the tag @moth-with-a-pen !!!

tagging (hope y'all don't mind !)

@night1rst , @001arial , @pretend-im-normal @ettawritesnstudies , @vylequinne , @opes-magnas @apocalypsewriters

Ohh this is so good!

Blue feathers gasp as they are forced into action metres above the floor

I absolutely love that. It's so poetic!!

Phei has returned from her dangerous stunt to visit the mysterious island. After confronting her elders with the news that the surface world is in grave danger, they dismissed it, saying it was nonsense. Now she turns to her childhood friend, who has always clinged to reason …

-x-

The moment she leaves the council chamber the doors close shut behind her and a soft storm or murmurs can be heard from behind it. Hazel eyes turn towards the keyhole, a place to listen, but [angry noises]. She opens the door to the balcony and jumps off. She can hear the gust singing in her ear as she plummets down. Blue feathers gasp as they are forced into action metres above the floor. Phei uses the momentum to soar upwards until she reaches a comfortable height at which she can glide over towards the town without requiring any attention to search for currents.

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love and hope don’t just feed souls. they feed danger.

excerpt from neon dreamers || k.k. (via asteriaria)

All she could see was darkness, nothing to aid her choice. She huffed and got up staring into the night sky.

“I don’t know what to do! Why… do I not understand myself enough to make a decision?” A sigh escaped her lips. Cassie held her face and tried to relax herself.

There, in the silence around her, she heard a strange sound, a twinkle chimed above her. She turned her head up and saw the sky gleaming full of stars. Her eyes couldn’t make out anything other than the gathering of stars in the sky, but she made shapes in her mind.

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from Kingdom of Bumalia

"...you and I share a different relationship. You have given me a job that… I want to fulfill as best as I can; however, that entails working closely with you and being sure anything you do doesn’t affect what I have to do.” She paused. “Think of it this way, it’s true people my age don’t view you as a major authority, we see you as someone we can relate to and with that comes a level of dismissal.”

Leigh looked off. “So my words will never hold against you? That seems to be true for everyone around me; if not this, then it’s my age and if not my age, it’s my standing.”

Cassie’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t want to be rude, but can I say something?”

“Go ahead.”

“You keep up such a bright smile, but have feelings like this. I think it’s completely fine that you’re sometimes upset or hurt by the words of others. I feel you should embrace those feelings and grow from them, because that hurt you’re feeling is a part of who you are.”

He looked back at her. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve heard tales of you being bested in battle or screamed at for an inability to work and yet in those moments your smile never wavered. This shows those problems don’t phase you, but these do. Working to remedy these problems should be at the forefront. Above all else, you should think, how am I going to make myself feel better?”

Leigh’s eyes watched her face intently, so much so that Cassie had to avoid his gaze. She reached to adjust her book below her and when she looked back up Leigh was sitting upright again.

“How do you have such wise words?”

“Because I have lived my life instilled with fear from an early age. My nature dictates I am very fearful of anything that comes my way and instead of allowing it to control me, I found a way to cope with it. Writing, reading, drawing and painting; anything expressive has helped me to mitigate my feelings and develop a fondness for what I do now.”

Leigh then looked to the top of her head. “I always forget what you are because you hide your bunny ears. However, maybe that bias should be avoided and I should learn this look of yours.”

Merie had been told to come by her parents house earlier in the afternoon, and despite the fact that she wanted to do anything but that, she knew she had to come. So, she could labor a few more hours at work to avoid the inevitable.

And so she did, working for as long as she could and ignoring any breaks to avoid even seeing her phone. This doubled to void her mind of Sumi, but it only worked so much as even the slightest thing would remind her of him.

Eventually though, she had to leave and once closing time came around, she got her things and began to walk to the bus stop. There she went to check her phone and saw several texts from her mother, all asking when she was going to be home.

She had to respond now, a general one, but one nonetheless. Right as she was going to send it, another message came in and she saw that it was Sumi texting her. Her eyes widened and her energy return with the simple message. Without a second thought, she scrapped the message for her mother and went to check Sumi’s.

He had asked if she were free to talk and of course she responded with a resounding yes!

And he called her.

“Hey, did you get home alright?” His voice seemed strained. His tone was much lower than she was used to and there wasn’t much life in his voice what-so-ever.

“No, I’m still out right now.” She responded, pulling at the strap of her bag.

“Oh, well hurry home, I don’t want you out for too long.”

She giggled. “Thanks for worrying about me.” She then let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“What… oh, it’s nothing really.” She stood at the bus stop alone for a long while before her thoughts flashed again to the idea that she and Sumi would be separated for their spring break.

She felt a throb in her head and now she was speaking without thinking. “I’m just really going to miss you.” There was silence on the other end and Merie’s rationality returned. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to… say that.”

“Merie?” He spoke up again. “Where are you right now?”

There was a change in his voice, one so evident that it caused Merie to tremble a bit. The husk in his words were electric even through the phone. “I’m… near the mall. I just got off work.”

“If you don’t have anything else to do tonight, I need to meet up with you.” He paused and Merie could hear the deep breath he took. “I wanted to tell you something really important.”

A boundless joy overcame Merie and she very nearly forgot about her mother.

Almost.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you then.”

“Alright, see you in a bit.”

“Yeah… later.”

She clung to every word and tried any excuse to stay on the phone, but after he hung up, she returned to reality and remembered her mother. Without hesitation, Merie quickly conjured up an excuse believable enough to warrant only a bit of concern from her mother.

She brushed off the concern and explained she’d be fine, but she couldn’t make it to the house. Merie then gave her regards to her siblings before locking the phone and looking out to the empty street in front of her.

A smile crept up on her face as Merie thought about seeing Sumi again. No matter what he wanted, Merie was just happy that they were going to be able to spend time together. She’d be able to see him one last time before he’d be out of her life for days.

Being unable to see him was one of the worst feelings she grew to know in their time together. The few months between their first meeting and now felt like an eternity, and one she was willing to live in forever. These urges were caused by him, she felt attached to him like her life couldn’t continue without him.

She would take him in any way.

Either time sped up or Merie was distracted enough to ignore the time, but it wasn’t long before Sumi showed up and Merie quickly got in the car.

With the car parked, they stared at each other in the dim light of the street lamps above them. Merie could barely see him, but the bit that she could looked different than she was used to.

Sumi’s appearance was usually well groomed, but now he appeared disheveled with clothes that looked as if he didn’t bother washing them, his hair was unkempt and his eyes had deep bags under them. He looked as if he had been sitting doing absolutely nothing for days.

“I’m so glad I got to see you today.” He got out.

Merie smiled. “Me too… but what’d you wanna tell me?” Merie’s grip on her bag tightened.

Sumi’s eyes were fixed on hers. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to stay with me for the break.”

Merie’s face held a strange expression. “You mean… like hanging out?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I mean like staying at my house.” Sumi’s words were deliberate as he spoke, not a word wasted as he spoke to her.

She turned her head. “…My parents wanted me to come and visit them. My whole family might be there, but-” Her gaze turned back to him and her expression held a twisted look of excitement.

She then spoke. “I’d feel much better with you.”

At those words, Sumi leaned over the armrest and gently grabbed her face. Merie gasped softly, but feeling his hands on her calmed her down.

“Merie… you're coming with me.”

Soulmates as a horror concept.

You WILL love this person. It doesn't matter who you loved before; any feelings you had, any promises you made, they will become inconsequential as soon as you lock eyes with the stranger Fate has picked for you.

There's no way to stop it.

There's no way to say "no."

You will meet someone and with a single glance, both of you will become someone new, someone who's now bound to this stranger whether you like it or not, want it or not.

Trapped in a dance together until the day you die.