#last two tiers either make me crinkle my nose or gag

[rewritingcanon]

Curious and excited, what are your TOP ships in the HPverse?? Like everything you ship!

this has been in my inbox for so long bcuz i never knew how to narrow down. then @lemongrass77777 posted a tier list and i knew it was the only way i could actually show it concisely 😭😭

yes i even ranked how much i gaf about them within the tiers (i am taking you so seriously anon)

for clearer quality (you can still barely see some of them)

[thedragonsden]

Broken Glass - Chapter 5

     As the weeks towards the wedding started to fly, Emilia and Maria realized how much planning went into everything and the stress that came with it. Their days started off rather slow because Maria was starting to experience morning sickness, Emilia was spending more and more time at her grandmother’s just to be there to help with everything going on.       “Ugh, oh god!” Maria moaned, “When will it stop?”, her face down in the toilet.      “I’m assuming in about another month or so, though I have little experience with birth.” Even though her tone was serious, Maria stifled a laugh.       “What?”       “You just make me laugh Eve, that’s all.” Emilia brought her a warm cloth and helped her sit down, “Thanks, I’m really glad you decided to stay.”      “At least until the big day, you shouldn’t have to worry about all of this and Nan on your own.” Emilia smiled, slowly rubbing her back.      “Well, it’s appreciated either way. Frank has been surprisingly helpful as well, it’s just a lot of work to do before he leaves again.”      Emilia nodded.       “Which reminds me,” Maria sat up and turned to her, “I know it’s one thing after another, but after the wedding I could really use your help to plan a going away party for Frank and Billy.”      Emilia groaned, “Planning your wedding is one thing, I’m happy to do that, but why a going away party?”      Maria gave a shy smile, “Well, when Frank and Billy leave, they’re usually gone for months at a time. Frank told me this morning that they had received orders on their next mission, so they’ll be gone for about 8 months. It’s just to wish them well, give them a taste of home before they leave again.”      Emilia crinkled her nose, regret became her as she went to fetch Maria a warm cloth, she’d almost forgotten what it was like when Frank left. Maria would come over more than usual whenever he was away, the two of them trying to come up with ways to pass the time. Just being with someone other than Nan was helpful, but some days were still harder than others, and this time, she’d be pregnant. “I’m sorry Maria, that was inconsiderate of me. I don’t know why I said that. I’m happy to help you plan a going away party.”      Maria embraced her from the side, before laying her head in Emilia’s lap. As she started to stroke her hair, Maria looked up at her, “That’s okay Eve. I know spending time with Bill is your favourite pastime, but he is part of our family.”      Emilia shuddered at the mention of Billy Russo. They were right about him being handsome, but as she started to see him more often with all the planning left to be done, he was still just a prick with a nice face. Every so often she would overhear Frank and Billy talking about the latest bar escapade or debating who his date would be to the wedding. She didn’t know why it had bothered her so much, perhaps it just seemed disrespectful? She wasn’t a fan of ‘locker room chatter’. When he wasn’t rambling about how the last one didn’t please him, he was trying to convince Emilia to buy him a drink. That was her least favourite of it all.       “I know, we’re all he’s got…well, you and Frankie, I’m not part of that.” She said slyly.       “Once I become Mrs. Frank Castle, you will be.”       Emilia pretended to gag, “Ugh, don’t remind me.”      They both laughed, then there was a knock at the door. “Come in.”      Frank was standing at the door with seltzer water, saltine crackers, and a bouquet of flowers.      “How are you feeling this morning?” He smiled nervously.        “Better knowing you’re nearby.” Emilia helped Maria to stand, nodded to Frank and then slipped out of the room.       She went downstairs to make coffee, only to find that some was already being brewed. Just when she was about to run up and thank Frank, she heard a shuffling in the living room.       “Frankie said you’d need it. You’re welcome,” that familiar taunting lingered in her mind.       “Thank you,” She called through gritted teeth, though she wanted to be grateful, his tone set her on edge.       “You definitely sound like you need some.” Billy called back.       Emilia didn’t answer, she could hear Frank and Maria coming downstairs. Billy seemed to have notice as well because by the time they’d reached the bottom, they were all in the kitchen.       “So, after some coffee, how about we go down to the baker’s and sample those cakes?” Frank smiled.       “I forgot it was cake day!” Billy said excitedly.       “I just told you that in the car.” Frank grumbled.       Maria and Emilia shared glances and rolled their eyes, “I could definitely go for some cake! This one keeps restricting my diet.”      “You can have all you want at your wedding, but until then, my little niece or nephew needs to eat good food.” Emilia gushed, before playfully rubbing Maria’s belly, “Too much unhealthy food leads to being like that one.” She pointed behind her at Billy, whose mouth dropped open in offense, the bagel he was eating dropping to the floor.       “Well I never,” he began in rebuttal, but Frank cut him off.       “You know she’s right Bill, you’re starting to put on some weight.”       Billy folded his arms in protest as they laughed at him. Frank slapped his back causing him to release his arms.       “Could still best you in a fight Frankie,” he hissed.             “Oh, I bet you could. Ready to go?” He dismissed Bill and turned to Maria, already grabbing her purse.       “I’ve been looking forward to cake day for weeks. Let’s go!” Maria insisted, starting to nudge Frank and Emilia out of the door.       Once they arrived at the bakers Maria’s mouth started to water, her eyes enlarging at the sight of the various cakes. She and Billy seemed to have the same thought because Emilia had run into him.       “Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten how to walk.” She teased, nudging past him.       “Does the aroma not bother you? How will we decide? There’s so many.” He licked his lips.       Emilia scoffed, “Put it away junior. Besides, we’re only here to offer support, ultimately, Maria and Frank have final say.”      Billy shot Emilia a glance, “Remind me not to invite you to my cake tasting.”      “Don’t worry Bill. I’ll be long gone before you settle down.” She passed him and confirmed their reservation with the woman at the front desk. Then went to check in with Frank and Maria, who’d gotten her a chair to sit at.       “Can I get you anything?” Frank consoled her with a hand resting gently on her thigh.       “Maybe a glass of water, I feel a bit – queasy.” Maria covered her mouth.       “Frank will you see if they’ve got any seltzer? I’ll take her to the lady’s room.” Emilia helped her to stand again. Leading her away from the main room.       Billy came around the corner and frowned as they passed, “Are we leaving already?”      “Watch our bags, Frank will be back in a moment.” Emilia called.       “Yes mum.” He said, sticking out his tongue.       Emilia didn’t have time to respond as Maria had knelt beside the toilet and began to cough. Emilia locked the door and went to hold Maria’s hair, gently massaging her back. When nothing happened, Maria sat up, tears in her eyes.          “Maria? Are you alright?”       “Did you see the frill on the tiered cake in the window? It was p-periwinkle.” She began to sob.      “Come again?” Emilia knelt beside her.      “The c-cake in the window, it was p-periwinkle.” Maria said louder, her cries filling the room.       “Is that what this is about? The colour of the cake in the window?”      Maria nodded, burying her head in her hands.       Emilia laughed, “Do you want your cake to have a hint of periwinkle, Maria?”      Maria nodded furiously, not looking up at her.       Emilia laughed even harder, “Periwinkle it is.”      Maria looked up and hugged her leg. Emilia gave a few soft rubs to her back before lifting her chin.       “Best wash up now, Frank is probably worried. Bill seemed quite upset that he wasn’t going to get any cake. That is, if you still want some.”      Maria smiled, “Can we try-”      “The periwinkle? I’m not sure what blue tastes like, but yes. I’ll tell her to add it to the list.” Playfully rolling her eyes, Emilia helped her to stand. After they cleaned up and went back to the table, they saw Billy ogling the cakes in front of them.       Frank stood as soon as he caught sight of Maria, “Everything okay?”      They both nodded.      “Could we get a sample of the periwinkle, tiered, in the window?” Emilia asked when she waved down their guide.       After several cake filled hours, Billy was face down in the last bite he’d taken and Frank and Maria we’re explaining the final design that they wanted.       “And you said a hint of the periwinkle?” The planner asked, taking notes.      Maria clapped her hands together with glee, “Oh please!”      “Alright then, I think that’s everything. Will one of you be coming to pick it up the day of?”     “Yes, Bill here will. Hey! Bill,” Frank had slapped him on the back, causing him to bolt upright. 

     “W-what?” He murmured, the plate still stuck to his face.       Frank sighed, “You’re in charge of getting the cake Saturday.”      “Oh, yeah! Whatever you need man.” He said groggily.       Maria and Emilia burst into laughter.       “Something on my face?”       “Well, er, yeah actually.” Emilia said between laughs.       Waking up enough to feel the coldness of the icing and plate on his face, Billy gasped. Removing the plate, he rushed off to the bathroom.       “Poor chap. He’s never been ugly before has he?” Emilia teased.       “Nope. They call him Billy the beaut for a reason.” Frank snickered.       “Only you call him that Frankie.” Maria said, kissing his cheek.       He shrugged, “Either way, the cake definitely isn’t his look.       “I dunno,” Emilia chimed in, “I think the cake makes him prettier.”      Trying to control their laughs before he came back, Frank and the planner settled the details and the samples were taken. Some time had passed before Billy had rejoined them, when he did, his face was clean, and his hair slicked back. Certainly, now he looked more awake.       “Enjoy your nap bill?” Frank smirked.       Displeased, but trying to regain his ego Bill retorted, “Yes, it was quite sweet. You were in my dreams again Eve.”      Emilia made a gagging noise, “The only sweet thing I enjoyed about your dreams Russo, was the sheer displeasure at your face covered in icing.”       Billy stuck his tongue out at her, “Alright you two, lets go.” Maria said stepping between them.       “Gladly, I could go for a salad.” Emilia said, slipping out of the door.