Peony, reader and writer

Hey everyone! Thanks for the Wednesday tag, @fiend-for-culture, and thanks folks for the tags on Sunday. It is neither Wednesday nor Sunday, but I thought I’d pop on and share!

I’ve posted two fics since I last did a WIP update! Love in the Time of Back Aches, an indulgent friends to lovers firstprince fic in which I gave Henry my period awfulness, and Heavy Are the Hands That You’re Free to Slip Right Through, a Shrinking season one AU featuring Baz and Malcolm and Fiona. (And Simon gets a shoutout, because it felt wrong to omit him entirely.)

As for what I’m working on right now, I have two snowbaz oneshots with strong concepts that I want to tackle at some point. I’m also, admittedly, thinking ahead to Carry On Countdown and firstprince week… which are both at least two months away, but I like having prompts to work with. And in the case of Countdown, I feel like I might wanna write most of my oneshots in October-November because in December, we’re going to be inundated with RWRB things galore. I guess we’ll see, food for thought, etc etc.

That was quite the preamble, leading up to the statement that I’m currently writing a silly 3 + 1 jayvik fic. Sentences below:

“Are you… dyeing your hair?”

Viktor pouts, setting his brush down and moving on to the next handful of hair. “Violet told me this is standard protocol in the wake of a breakup.”

Jayce startles a bit. Embarrassingly, his first thought is Viktor’s breaking up with me, nevermind the fact that they’ve been strictly friends for three years. Friendship breakups are a thing, okay?

“You never told me you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not.” Viktor raises an eyebrow. It’d be more effective if he didn’t have black smudges all over his forehead. “Professor Nells didn’t give me the override for Quantum Physics II, apparently because I am attempting to ‘rush my degree.’ The degree should proceed at my pace, not vice versa, no? Quantum Physics I would be a…”

“Waste of your time,” Jayce supplies.

“I thought that would be overly aggressive, but yes.”

“That sucks, man. Still not a breakup.”

“I’m applying for a different advisor. Technically speaking, a relationship ended today.”

Holy cow, this post got long. Love y’all and stay cool in the heat. Tags under the cut. ❤️

So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. We’re all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.

We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, I’m about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.

And then I look up.

And holy shit.

There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. “But soft… what light from yonder window breaks?”

And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.

"I once read an old poem... that likened stars to boats sailing through the night sky."