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Mortifying Ordeal Typesets

Hi, 

I have received a few notes about typesets of Mortifying being sold on Etsy, which I report as they crop up, often to little effect. Please don’t pay for typesets of my -- or, indeed, of any -- fanfic.

Some lovely people have made Mortifying Ordeal typesets available for free. Thank you very much to these creators for sharing their beautiful work:

Typeset by Jackie (2 volumes)

Typeset by mrsyoflam (1 volume)

Typeset by ladybobbit (1 volume)

Typeset by TwinSuns (1 volume)

Typeset by DuranBinding (2 volume version also available: 1, 2)

If you know of others, send me a message so I can add them here. 

Please keep fandom free!

I will be away until May at which point I hope to catch up with notes xx

@tlaquetzqui thank you so much! This is spectacular. I've been looking for days trying to work out what rank he'd be in - my initial thought was Pilot Officer, which I think might still be right. Such a shame, as Squadron Leader felt more fitting, but he'd be too young, even in wartime. I don't necessarily need the historical accuracy, but I want it to at least make sense to anyone reading it, you know?

My MMC is 25, my FMC is 23 - I'm also looking at the roles she would have played during the war, though I'm kind of looking more into the Night Witches sort of arena for that.

Thank you so much again - clearing up some very confusing and vague aspects of my research here! :)

Help! I can't work out my character's Royal Air Force ranking. I'm looking online but it doesn't make it clear what age bracket you'd fall in to be these roles, especially in WWII...?

Does anyone know or have any resources they found particularly helpful?

The bomb: I sleep with a dagger under my pillow

The roach: I sleep with two daggers under my pillow

Cardan: that’s nothing

The bomb: what weapon do you sleep with?

Cardan: Jude

I want a full fic of this, and I'm normally iffy about 8th year fics.

“I dare you to kiss Hermione,” said Ginny, grinning conspiratorially in her friend’s direction.

Hermione turned her attention to Malfoy, her stomach fluttering in anxious anticipation. But then she noticed the obvious discomfort on his face and her excitement fizzled. Weeks of studying together, late-night lab sessions—their prize-winning Potions project!—and he couldn’t even stomach the thought of one measly little kiss?

The common room fell silent when Malfoy didn’t budge. A dozen seventh and eighth-years sat around an empty Firewhisky bottle, its neck pointed in Malfoy’s direction like an accusation.

She wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Seconds later, Theo re-entered the room, donning a Slytherin jumper and a lumpy knit scarf, cheeks red after flying a lap around the castle starkers to fulfill his dare.

He looked around, confused. “What’s up?”

Hermione felt a sharp stab of betrayal seeing Theo in the scarf she’d knit Malfoy for Christmas. It wasn’t the cashmere or spider silk fabric he was used to, but Malfoy had seemed genuinely touched by the gesture, immediately replacing his Slytherin scarf with the one Hermione had made for him. In turn, Malfoy had tied his Slytherin scarf around her neck, stepping back to admire her with an affectionate look. The scarf had smelled like him, so naturally Hermione had kept it on all day. Even inside.

And now here was her gift, draped haphazardly around Theo’s neck like he’d grabbed the first thing he’d found on the floor to warm himself up. Message received.

Glaring daggers in Malfoy’s direction, Ginny replied coldly, “Nothing. Malfoy just thinks he’s too good to kiss Hermione on a dare.”

“Oh?” Theo eyed his best mate curiously.

Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but then his gaze flicked down to Theo’s neck and whatever he’d wanted to say died on his lips as his eyes narrowed.

“I’ll kiss her.” Theo walked up to Hermione and cupped her cheeks. His hands were like slabs of ice, and she shivered, but then his lips, cold and hard, met hers and approximately five seconds later it was over and Hermione felt like crying.

The room seemed to heave a sigh of relief as Theo settled at the foot of Hermione’s armchair and spun the bottle again.

Hermione jumped off her seat and bolted for the dorms, not slowing even as footsteps followed her up the stairs.

“Granger, wait!”

“I just want to be alone right now,” she cried, nearly at her bedroom door.

A hand grabbed her arm.

She glanced down at his pale knuckles and the expanse of blond hair that disappeared beneath a bunched-up sleeve. She recalled the way he'd trembled when she’d traced the protruding veins of his forearm last week, waiting for their potion to boil. His gaze following her touch intricately.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quickly.

She yanked her arm back, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m humiliated. You made it seem like I was diseased!”

He made a painstaking groan. “I just didn’t want to kiss you like that. In front of everyone.”

“Right. Heavens forbid they catch you snogging a Mudblood.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s not that. Not at all.”

“What is it then?” She looked up, catching the familiar warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. Even mid-argument they held that affectionate sparkle. Seeing her.

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that—when I kiss you, I want you to know it’s because I’ve thought of nothing else for weeks.”

Her mind snagged on how he’d said ‘when’ and not ‘if’.

Smiling nervously, he touched her hand, stroking his thumb over the swell of her palm. Because of course, on top of his boyish good looks, astute ambition, and effortless sense of humour, the boy had to be sentimental, too. Gods.

He tugged her forward until their legs touched, eyes never leaving her face.

Heart hammering against her ribcage, Hermione lifted her head as Draco descended.

-

The next morning, he was waiting for her at the foot of the dormitory stairs. His scarf twisted delicately around his neck and tucked into his coat. When she reached the last step, he captured her chin between his fingers and kissed her with breathtaking confidence.

A stunned silence filled the common room as everyone watched Hermione and Draco leave together, their hands firmly intertwined.

(736 words, loosely inspired by a scene from 'Every Summer After' by Carley Fortune)

p.s. hi i missed writing dramione ficlets so here we are.

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN HOLLY BLACK YOU CANT JUST SAY THIS 😭😭😭

like am i stupid or what bc WHOS POV IS THE NEXT BOOK GONNA BE IN?! she says it won’t be nicasias??? but i totally thought it was?

cardan was the one who said what was gonna happen next, but holly has also said that there’s a lot of story left in Jude?

and we were left on almost a cliffhanger w the prisoners throne, never rly seeing oak and suren together officially.

AND since it’ll be undersea focused, but not nicasias pov, will it be the pov of her husband???

the prisoners throne mentioned a something “croin” guy who’s the underseas opp so will he be nicasias future hubby? or will he be Jude and cardans and potentially nicasias political problem?

But what does “straight sequel” mean 😭 sorta seems like it’ll be cardan pov but IDKK

I’m panicking. Let me know what you think of this bc idk

Top Tier fanfic. It's so fucking good and the fact that this art has the shirt!! Yes!!! <3

"I thought we'd be doing a lot more bending...and stretching." Malfoy's brows went up. "You're certainly ready for action." Teach Me How To Forget by the amazing @scullymurphy Where Hermione's conscious af about her first-day-of-class outfit as if Draco's literally not checking out her bum.

If you haven't read this fic, you're missing tf out. What's better than hunky teacher Draco and student Hermione? Yeah, I'll wait.

Also I've no clue what wand holsters look like but boy am I 100% certain I want to be one. And pouty Hermione is my new fave thing to draw besides Draco's veiny arms/hands ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

THIS. ^^ Listen, I love a Dramione story and I love a redemption arc, but let's be honest, Canon Ron was the ultimate "Best Friend to Boyfriend" storyline.

Do I think he and Hermione would work in a more modern version of the story? No. Do I love the way they work in canon? Yes. I love the movies, but Book Weasleys > Movie Weasleys every single time.

Ron Weasley offered the stranger sitting next to him on the train half his sandwich even though it was all he had.

Ron Weasley sacrificed himself for the good of Harry and Hermione at age eleven because even then he thought they were more important than he was, and the ones worth saving.

Ron Weasley was Harry Potter's first friend and the first thing Harry ever had resembling a family.

Ron Weasley lived in a cramped house and wore hand me down robes and he didn't even think twice about offering his room and food and family to Harry every break.

Ron Weasley took care of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger when they were too busy taking care of the rest of the world to worry about themselves.

Ron Weasley stood on broken bones when he was thirteen years old, to tell a man infamous for murder that if he planned on killing his best mate, he would have to go through him first.

Ron Weasley was the person Harry would miss most in the world.

Ron Weasley was a pureblood wizard who, from a very young age, devoted his life to abolishing blood status, even if he didn't quite understand his own privilege.

Ron Weasley gave Dobby his own clothes and socks to be buried in, because he understood how important it would have been to him.

Ron Weasley thought about saving the house elves when everyone else forgot..

If you don't love Ron Weasley, The Boy Who Cared, I don't know what books you read but they weren't the same ones I did.

Help! I can't work out my character's Royal Air Force ranking. I'm looking online but it doesn't make it clear what age bracket you'd fall in to be these roles, especially in WWII...?

Does anyone know or have any resources they found particularly helpful?

Life is too short to wear boring shoes.

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