белл ˎˊ˗

i'm unsure how tumblr really works, but im going to try and post here a bit since ive been in a bit of a writer's block!

i'm bell, and my current ao3 is @bellszn, but my old account is @w6rship :) i'm an earth sign with pink hair and pronouns (they/it), my MBTI personality is ISTP and my enneagram is 9w8. i'm a high school student involved in my schools environmental club, our child care programs, and i do concert choir (despite my lack of ability to sing...). i'm also learning russian and how to play the piano, so i'll probably post about that as well.

my current fandoms are the arcana, hunter x hunter, harry potter/marauders era, twilight, and haikyuu! i'm a multi-shipper who loves rare pairs so i will NOT be hearing any ship wars. they can all kiss it's okay.

There is a saying in the Bible that humans will reap what they sow; that what bad they have done to others will come back to them in the form of an ugly, monstrous debt—karma. It is a force waiting to rear its grotesque head, to extract its revenge on the guilty.

It felt like he had been waiting an eternity for It to come and grab ahold of him. Although he waited so many years, and pondered so many courses, the way his requital manifested was a very nasty joke from the universe.

Really, he should’ve anticipated it. Hell, it did cross his mind more than a few times. But foolishly, in the true nature of being a human, he caved into the false sense of security that naivety created for him. As he sat in his last few moments, he thought to himself about how strange it all was. He believed he was above the regular human and that the rules and emotions of such beings did not apply to him. He was not trained to be so careless, he was not raised to be so stupid, but like every other person he fell prey to the mind's innate desires.

It was a really, really nasty joke. He would have found it laughable if he was not crushed under the abnormal weight of despair. “My luck,” He trailed off, enduringly, not offering a cry or smile, just resignation. He doubted any other reaction would be less painful. He felt the hands that were holding him draw back, the owner of them sighing, “Yes, your luck.” They sat in silence as his blood soaked the ground and stained the earth.

The stillness did not cease, but seemed to stretch on perpetually. Eventually, only the hush of the woods and his damned corpse remained.

“Er, nobody is hurt. I basically just grazed him but…” Harry glanced once more at the blonde, who’s face seemed to further contort with rage at his vague telling of events.

”Grazed me? You grazed me? I fell over and hit my head against the curb!” He snarled.

”Harry what happened? He hit his head?”

Harry groaned. “No, well I mean yeah—but, I checked him over. He’s fine. Probably. I—"

”He’s probably fine?” Remus exclaimed, voice tight. “Harry, hand him the phone, let me speak to him.”

The blonde scoffed and pushed himself off the side of the car. He wildly lurched forward like he was about to grab Harry, and instead just stopped short a few inches from Harry’s face. “I don’t want to speak to anyone unless it is an actual medical professional or a fucking lawyer!” He hissed out.

Harry blinked. “I’ll talk to you later Moony, I got it handled.”