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The mightbeaging collection

Birthday fics. Broken into ships into kinks into personal attacks—into in-jokes, roasting, fondness—into moments. Smutty at one end, fluffy at the other. In mightbewriting’s experience, birthday fics, even when simple, had a habit of becoming ridiculous. Stories grew, stretched, multiplied into pairings and preferences that defined whole stretches of measurable delight.

Welcome to the mightbeaging collection in honor of our esteemed friend, the incomparable @mightbewriting. Whether you subscribe to the laws of time or not (I know you don’t you trash-birdlady-goblin) time demands you celebrate another birthday and suffer the shitty graphic I made.

Offered with a smidge of trolling and lots of love, please enjoy:

Art for Sight and Seeing by @abrilas-art

Never Odd or Even by @ambpersand. (Dramione, E)

Reddened Blooms by @ambpersand. (Sirmione, E)

Art for Beginning and End by @artofcrumbs

Insufferable Insatiability by @heyjude19-writing. (Dramione, E)

T E E T H by @icepower55. (Dramione, not rated)

Stroke of Luck by @malpal132. (Panville, E)

Podfic of A Season for Setting Fires by @etl-echo-audiobooks

Mortifying Moments by @niffizzle. (Scorbus, Dramione, T)

Trente-Deux by @beatific-triciabean. (Remione, E)

[abrilas-art]

Kismet.

kis·met

/ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/

noun

destiny; fate.

"what chance did I stand against kismet?"

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I did this little something for my baby @mightbewriting in celebration of the anniversary of her womb evacuation day.

I love you. I can’t wait to hug you again.

[marydrawsometimes]

Happy Birthday, Draco!

[marydrawsometimes]

“i know that you're so afraid, i feel it too. you know i can see the pain inside of you. i know i'm not going anywhere when the silence hits the air, you'll know it too.”

[marydrawsometimes]

a butterbeer in the slytherin common room

[marydrawsometimes]

fireflygazing sunrises... when the blue in his eyes distract him

[marydrawsometimes]

“Blaise looked at him, fixing on his eyes. They were blue, very blue. Bluer than the blue sky in summer. A little more intense. A little more blue. (…) Theodore Nott… Nott was smart. He was brilliant. A genius. Blaise had never found himself admiring someone so much as he admired Theo. His admiration for Theo was so deep that he felt his vanity diminished.”

[abrilas-art]

Theo broke: any and all reservations crumbling to join the rubble of bricks and masks shattered like busts around them. He surged forward, pulling the fabric in his hands to his own chest and pressing his lips to Blaise’s: hungry and desperate and dying for more. If this was it, then he fully intended on making it count.

Inspired by Chapter 4 of Sight and Seeing by @mightbewriting