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Roger leaned his head against the window, watching the scenery blur as they sped past. He had no idea where they were at this point, and didn’t care to find out. Once Crystal had bundled him into the car like precious cargo Roger had checked out mentally, letting Crystal make the major decisions. It had been easy enough, letting himself be dragged into the flat Crystal and Ratty shared, watching with disinterest as Crystal threw clothes into a bag, ranting the whole time about how he had known it was a terrible idea; that they never listen to him when he’s right; how he’s going to give John and Miami and Freddie and Brian and that bitch of a doctor a piece of his mind when he sees them next. Roger didn’t have the energy to ask when that would be. From the size of Crystal’s luggage, it probably wouldn’t be for a while.
chapter 8: the taylor's honeymoon is finally, officially, live
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“…it’s always her Mudblood scar that presses against his Dark Mark. A cruel twist in an already ridiculous situation.
Maybe Draco realises this.
Then again, he doesn’t really care about her so probably not.”
—Chapter 1 of Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies
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Tom: *makes eye contact with Hermione while she's getting laid by his lookalike AFTER she told him how sick he was for wanting to sleep with his s*bling* 👁v👁 / Hermione: 👁👄👁
That scene that I have planned is a flashback. It happens a couple years before what I've written so far, but looooooool
I was so happy to check back into Tumblr for the first time in ages and see a dyldyl update. My favorite fan fiction of all time and it’s not even close 😭 I know it’s still in editing, but I’m so ready for the Taylor honeymoon when it gets here. I’ve been looking forward to this chapter for years! Can you give us any hints? Any indication as to your favorite scene? I’m desperate for crumbs lolol
Hello hello!! Thank you so much for your patience! It means so much to me that after three years yall still love dyldyl as much as I do 😭
Editing is coming along! Still a little slow but hey that’s show biz baby. As a reward for your patience, I can offer you a teeny little snippet of the honeymoon!! Peep the snippet below 😘
Crystal fishtailed back onto the road, kicking up gravel and dirt as he turned back the way they came. Without looking away from the road he threw the map back into Roger’s lap, finger jabbing down in the general direction of where they needed to go.
“Genoa, Roger, we’re going to Genoa. Make sure we get there, alright?”
“What the fuck is even in Genoa?” Roger grunted as he righted the map, squinting down at the crisscross of streets and motorways. Despite the years of travel and countless countries they’d traveled through, Roger was man enough to admit that map reading was not one of his talents.
“Topless beaches,” said Crystal, eyes glued to the road and hands at ten-and-two. “Topless women, as far as the eye can see.”
Roger dropped the map. “Topless— are you joking?”
“I never joke about topless women.”
“Crystal, have you forgotten that I’m in a relationship with a man?” Roger sputtered. “What am I supposed to do with topless women?”
“Sit back and enjoy the view!”
“I like men, Crystal, every beach is a fucking topless beach for me!”
Crystal finally tore his eyes off the road in order to glare at Roger. “Who said this had anything to do with you? You’re only here to get away from John—” Roger flinched. “ — and I am doing this solely for selfish reasons, okay? I want to go to the topless beaches. You’re just along for the ride, mate.”
“No! No, okay, this is ridiculous! We’re not going to Genoa!”
“I’m driving!”
“I have the map!”
“Can you— Jesus, Roger. For once in your goddamned life can you think of anyone but yourself?” Crystal snarled. “I did not put my life and career on the line driving you away from your problems for you to take away the one goddamn thing I want! I want to go to Genoa and sit on the beach and see some very nice Italian tits, and you can either come with or you can— you can get out!”
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Crystal’s hands gripping the wheel tightly.
He considered for a moment calling his bluff. To demand that he pull over and find Roger a pay phone where he could call Miami, claim it was all a mistake and could he send a car to Lichtenstein, por favor. But then, something came over him. Call it sympathy, gratitude, the desperate need to out-run a house in Munich with hidden photographs and separate beds; he decided that it was better to go along with topless beaches than the alternative.
“I do really like pizza,” Roger finally admitted after an age. “And garlic bread.”
“Both are good,” said Crystal, the barest hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Heard they’ve got good wine, too.”
“And the Italians,” Roger added. “Gorgeous.”
“I know.”
“I guess we can continue to Genoa,” he sighed as though it pained him. “But only for the pasta.”
“Pasta is delicious.”
“And I want a cannoli,” Roger added.
“I thought the only cannoli you were interested in was John’s,” Crystal said, tone snide and eyes wicked. Normally, the pun would make Roger bark a laugh, maybe punch his arm in retaliation. Instead, it settled deep like a stone in his stomach, churning like the sea in a storm.
Crystal seemed to realize his mistake the moment it left his mouth. Out of sympathy, he averted his gaze before adding; “Remember that night I drank an entire bottle of amaretto and puked all over Freddie’s bunk?”
Roger frowned, “I thought that was Ratty?”
Crystal barked a laugh, shaking his head. “That’s what I wanted you to think.”
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Literally the only reason that I still have a tumblr account is so that I can occasionally scroll through your blog to see if there’s a dyldyl update, and I just saw your post from the end of January! I’m so happy and grateful that you’ve continued working on it, thank you thank you thank you!! I’m so excited to read it 🥰🥰
Okay so I tried replying to this like six times (five of which I was very drunk on Easter Sunday with my family so that could be why it wasn’t working) but every time I’d press post it would just delete. Could it be that tumblr refuses to spread the dyldyl word? Maybe it was the eight bottles of champagne my family consumed or maybe it could be that I hadn’t updated tumblr since the year of our lord 2022. Whatever the reason apologies for the delay.
Now onto the dyldyl update: yes!!! I finished the honeymoon!! It took me three years but I did it!!! It’s currently in editing hell where it most likely will continue to live for the next few months. Lo has a big girl job while I am currently in between jobs so we’re crawling along with the editing it deserves. Right now it sits at 38k so it’s gonna take a while for us to chip away at it :)
Thank you so much for sticking with me this long you have no idea how much it means to me! Dyldyl is my baby and while it’s slow going it’s still something that i want to finish so it truly means so much to me that you’re still sticking with it!! Thank you thank you!!
