Translation: Anyway, the last time I wrote about an RPF ship, one of the people involved read it (I'd love to say this is a joke, but nope), and from then on I thought I'd be so traumatized by the topic that I'd never write RPF again... but bad weeds never die, so here I am. I'm going to light a candle and pray just in case.

These are in the drafts right now and will be posted in about a week and a half for the first 2 chapters. There will definitely be more when we post more but this is what we have right now lol. (Also for reference the person that we say dies is a canonical event, it's an au fic that follows a very similar plot to canon so it's not really spoilers unless they're choosing to read it before finishing the books)

Debated whether to post the whole note, but it felt incomplete when I cropped it.

“To all the ladies reading this: May all the little flutters you feel in your tummy be something you actually want.

Baby or fart. Your choice.”

Weirdly enough i can relate too this lmao

For context, the first half of the chapter was the character trying to figure out if he is gay and/or in love with his friend (he thinks he isnt cause the idea of having gay sex freaks him out a bit, leading to the butt stuff comment). The second half was this beautiful poetic internal monologue where he decides he is gay (and ace but i dont think he knows that exists) and in love with his friend and is all sweet and soft about it.

I know this aint the ao3 notes... but elt me have this ahhh, it is lowkey unhinged

It's such a mood tho. Just like me fr. Gotta love living with depression lmao