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[bananaactivity]

Im not finished with Carlos fully but he looks good enough for right now ( he’s 22 in this picture here)

I changed Carlos and Evie up, so now Evie is a vain witch like her mother who is fashionable but she doesn’t sew her own stuff. ( which is for the better cse wtf was that ugly ass dress she made for Mal in D2???)

Carlos considers himself to be a very expensive person and can be pretty big germaphobe. He hates getting anything on his clothes and he refuses to wear the school uniforms at Auradon Uni because they’re ugly. He wears lots of black white grey and red, with gold accents usually. He does theme around dog associated items like gold bone cutlets, paw print lapel chains, and a tennis ball brooch. He often wears red gloves and his favorite shoes are his collection of red bottom dress shoes. He likes hiding red on the interlining of his clothes too, such as his jackets and hats and vests.

A lot of his own person style is derived from 1990s London fashion ( as the artist that means I get my references from the 1996 101 Dalmatians live action movie, the styling of Cruela in that movie is ICONIC AND IMACULATE, and I MUST reference her for Carlos.

PURRRR

Of course he wears REAL animal print. And he’s not a weak touch me not prick like some think. He’s still tech savvy and does Anyalitics and specs for the core four. He also loves GUNS 😄. Think of him like a sharp shooter who stays in the back of turf wars and snipes people. The isle doesn’t have many marks men ( they all really like swords for some reason) so he’s pretty dangerous. He builds his own weapons too.

His passion started out as a way for him to collect his own furs but Harry gets him most of what he needs plus he always needs Carlos to redo his wardrobe ( he gets… messy… after a couple days work) Carlos hates that Harry ruins his creations so fast but he pays him well and gifts him rare fabrics and samples from Auradon.

Because Carlos has no magic Mal always underestimates him. She sees him as only a stylist and ranged weapon specialist. Even tho she acknowledges him for his wit and tech skills she still doesn’t listen to him. Sometimes he wishes he could stay with Harry but then he’d have to do more work up front. Harry understood what Carlos was capable of and respected him a lot. What Harry doesn’t understand is that not everybody likes to be covered head to toe in hot sticky blood 24/7. Harry had also promised him a suite on his boat that nobody else was allowed to occupy, but even if Harry’s crew feared HARRY they wouldn’t mind having an attitude with CARLOS for preferential treatment, even if it is what he deserves 🙄

Harry and Carlos’s relationship is the definition of there are two wolves inside you. Carlos smokes and drinks but he’s more of a Marlboro and Merlot type of guy and Harry’s a Rum and Cigar kinda lad. ( I’m using cartoon logic and say that those habits are purely aesthetic based of iconography from the original Disney moves, Cruella smokes and Capt. Hook smokes two cigars at once)

Carols isn’t really scared of dogs anymore but when he arrives at Auradon he “befriends” his roommate Chad ( now an animal lover like his mother) who has pet rats and a entourage of wild animals constantly in their dorm, and threatens to shoot and skin them all every single day to make a new line of coats ( when Chad rebuttals that his rats are too small to make coats, Carlos says they’d make the perfect fuzzy gloves 💀) He also uses Chad as a living mannequin for his designs. They have a goofy relationship with each other, Carlos does make Chad do all the dirty work of skinning and draining the animals he hunts but despite how traumatic that is Carlos is a fun sweet guy so it’s okay 💀💀💀.

Jay is jelly of Carlos due to his closeness with Harry. ( I guess the way to Jays heart and respect is by holding him at sword point and threatening to gut him and hang him by those very guts over shark infested waters and watch them nibble away at him 💀)

Next I’ll find up Carlos and do some fit designs then I’ll redesign Jay and tell that gutting story 😛

[msilwrites]

Papa Bear Material Ch 3- (Captain Price Fic) - Kyle's Manifestation

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 (Shorter Version) Chapter 2

Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 (Last Chapter)

Summary:  Y/N is a reserved former constable and master sniper in the London police force, now working full-time as an artisan. She reconnects with old colleagues at a grill house for a catch-up, where her former junior, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, tries to play matchmaker. Gaz’s attempt to set her up with the retired SAS and Papa Bear material, Captain John Price, is met with resistance as Y/N is caught off guard by the unexpected attention. @darkangel4121 @teenagellamaangel @madzzz0797 @callsignferal (To the other's who want to me tagged when there's an update, just tell me at the comments) Terms and Information to take note: Reserved Officer - a former full-time officer who now serves part-time or on an as-needed basis. Is periodically called back for service to support high-demand periods, training exercises, or specific tactical operations. Master Sniper - A highly skilled sharpshooter trained to handle long-range precision engagements, hostage scenarios, and high-risk operations. SCO19 - is the Specialist Firearms Command of the Metropolitan Police Service in London. It is a highly specialized tactical unit responsible for armed operations, including counter-terrorism, hostage rescue, and high-risk arrests. Officers in SCO19 are trained in the use of firearms and other specialized equipment, operating in situations where conventional police methods aren't sufficient. They are considered one of the most elite units within the London police force.

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A few days later, Y/N sat at her kitchen table, coffee mug in hand, tapping her phone against the wooden surface. Her thoughts kept drifting back to John Price—Papa Bear. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. The nickname was ridiculous, but it had stuck in her mind like glue. She hadn’t exactly been thrilled about Kyle’s matchmaking stunt, but the whole situation nagged at her, especially because Kyle had been so smug about it.

With a groan, Y/N finally decided to make the call. Her thumb hovered over Kyle’s name in her contacts before she tapped it. The phone rang a few times before he picked up, sounding far too chipper.

“Y/N, mate! How’s it going?”

“Don’t ‘mate’ me,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Garrick.”

There was a pause, and Y/N could practically hear the grin spreading across his face. “Uh-oh. Someone sounds a little touchy. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t believe you actually went through with setting me up with Papa Bear,” she snapped, the nickname slipping out before she could stop it.

There was a beat of silence on the other end, followed by Kyle’s explosive laughter. “Papa Bear?!” he repeated, wheezing. “You’re really calling him that now?”

“I didn’t mean to! It just… slipped out!” Y/N huffed, slapping her forehead. “And I’m not ‘calling’ him anything. It was a one-off. A moment of frustration.”

“Oh, this is gold,” Kyle said, still laughing. “Wait till I tell him you’ve given him a nickname.”

“Don’t you dare,” Y/N hissed, her tone sharp. “You wouldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Kyle teased. “He’ll love it. I can already see the look on his face—‘Papa Bear,’ eh? That’s a first.”

“I swear, Garrick, if you tell him…” Y/N trailed off, already knowing she couldn’t stop him. “You’re such a little shit.”

Kyle’s laughter hadn’t subsided in the slightest. “Aw, c’mon, Y/N. It’s harmless fun. Besides, I think the two of you’d get on great. You just need a little push.”

“Push my arse,” she muttered. “This is why I don’t trust you, you know. You’re a meddler.”

“Guilty as charged,” Kyle admitted, far too proud of himself. “Anyway, gotta run. But I’m definitely telling him.”

“Kyle! No—” But the line went dead, and Y/N groaned, dropping her head into her hands.

Now she was horrified. Not only had she accidentally let slip the nickname, but Kyle was absolutely going to share it with John. She made a mental note to avoid Captain John Price at all costs—at least until she could figure out how to live this down. Papa Bear, indeed.

Y/N sighed heavily, sinking back into her couch as the soft tones of a BBC Earth documentary filled the room. The soothing narration about the life cycle of sea turtles did little to quiet the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in her mind. The television flickered with images of glistening waves and sandy shores, but her focus was far from the tranquil visuals.

Her thoughts strayed to a part of her past she rarely allowed herself to revisit. Back then, she’d been barely an adult—full of hope but weighed down by pain. She had liked dating, especially the idea of it. She had clung to the hope of finding someone who would cherish her, love her the way she craved to be loved. But her relationships during that time had been far from romantic. Instead of being fulfilling, they became her lifeline—her way of filling a void she didn’t know how else to address.

When she was 19, she’d been kicked out of her home, and the world had felt as though it had swallowed her whole. She stumbled through a cycle of unhealthy relationships, one after another, chasing affection and validation. Love had felt like something she needed to survive, and she sought it relentlessly, even at the expense of herself. Those years had been a kind of hell. The scars weren’t just emotional; they ran deeper, etched into her very being.

The toxic dynamics of those relationships had nearly destroyed her. Her performance at work—The job she’d clung to, her one source of stability, had almost slipped through her fingers. Her performance had suffered, her reliability questioned. The force, her only bread and butter, had been at risk. Her superiors began to question her reliability, her future in the force hanging precariously in the balance. It was only after she hit rock bottom, at 22, that something finally shifted.

There had been an incident—a breaking point. One she didn’t like to think about. But it became the catalyst for her to seek help. Therapy followed, long hours spent unraveling the years of pain and rebuilding herself piece by fragile piece. It wasn’t easy. Clawing her way out of that darkness had taken everything she had, but it was necessary.

She made a decision during that time, a promise to herself: never again. Never again would she chase love at the cost of her well-being. Never again would she live as though surviving was all she could hope for. Slowly, she transformed. She shifted her focus to work and then to the life she’d built now—a life grounded in stability and peace.

Her stoic demeanor wasn’t just a façade. It was armor. Protection she’d forged to keep her past at bay and her future on track. She had survived everything on her own, with nothing but her resolve and the things she loved to carry her through. And that was enough. Her love for herself, the life she’d carefully crafted, was more than she’d ever dared to hope for. It was enough.

The sound of crashing waves on the television pulled her back to the present. She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. Yet, despite the walls she’d built, something about John Price lingered in her thoughts. It wasn’t bad, but it unsettled her in a way she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Papa Bear,” she muttered to herself, the corners of her mouth twitching into a reluctant smile. Maybe Kyle wasn’t entirely wrong, she admitted silently. But that didn’t mean she’d admit it aloud.

Her gaze drifted back to the screen, now showing a family of bears ambling through the wilderness. Papa Bear. It was almost laughable how easily that nickname had slipped out, but even now, the man himself felt worlds away from her life. She couldn’t imagine anyone being willing to deal with the weight of her past or the fortress she had built around her heart.

That thought settled heavily on her chest, a quiet ache she rarely let herself acknowledge. She leaned further into the couch, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Maybe it was just one of those days—one of those moments when the past felt too close and the present too uncertain.

But even as she tried to push the thoughts away, the image of John Price’s steady gaze and calm smile lingered in her mind. And it left her wondering, just for a fleeting moment, if there could ever be someone patient enough to break through her walls.

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After a few weeks of radio silence, Y/N was finally starting to feel a sense of relief. Captain John Price hadn’t made an appearance, and the teasing topic of “Papa Bear” seemed to have been forgotten by her friends. She could breathe easier, her life slipping comfortably back into its routine.

One afternoon, just as she was settling into her latest project, her phone buzzed with a reminder: her next reservist shift was coming up in a few days. As a reservist with the police tactical unit, she knew the drill. She’d be rotating into an active-duty role for a period, which typically lasted two or three weeks, depending on operational needs.

She stood and made her way to her closet, pulling out her gear. One by one, she laid out her uniform, combat boots, patches, and tactical bag. Her helmet and protective vest sat ready by the door. This wasn’t just a refresher course she’d be attending—it was a full deployment as an active-duty reservist. The refresher would take a few days to get everyone aligned on protocol and practice drills before the real work began.

There was something comforting about the routine. The precision and focus it demanded left little room for other distractions—especially thoughts of a certain retired captain with an annoyingly charming smile. This was her world, a space where she thrived on competence and purpose.

As she inspected her gear, checking straps and securing her patches, she allowed herself a small smile. A few weeks in the field might be exactly what she needed to clear her head.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a faint orange glow over the city, as Y/N adjusted her gear one last time in front of the mirror. Dressed in her dark blue tactical suit, she inspected her patches: her surname emblazoned in bold letters on the velcro nametag above her chest, the SCO19 emblem stitched on her right shoulder,

and her Master Sniper qualification patch displayed on the upper left arm.

Satisfied that everything was in place, Y/N slung her ID lanyard over her neck. The badge gleamed in the soft morning light, a silent reminder of the dual lives she led: artisan by day, tactical officer by necessity. She grabbed her heavy gear bag, hoisting it onto her back with practiced ease. The weight was considerable, but she hardly noticed—years of carrying equipment as part of her tactical training had left her deceptively strong for her petite size.

She opened the ride-hailing app on her phone, ordered a car, and glanced at the time: 6:15 AM. The drive to the deployment camp wasn’t long, but punctuality was drilled into her as non-negotiable. She couldn’t afford to be late.

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The car pulled up outside the police tactical training center at exactly 7:10 AM. Y/N stepped out, her boots hitting the pavement with a reassuring solidity. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, she made her way to the gates, flashing her ID to the officer on duty.

“Morning, Constable,” the officer greeted, stepping aside to let her through.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice steady but polite.

Inside, the camp buzzed with activity. Officers in tactical gear moved with purpose, some heading towards the firearms range, others loading equipment into vehicles. Y/N made her way to the briefing room, where her team—familiar faces from her previous deployments—was already gathering.

"Y/N!" one of them, a burly sergeant with a perpetual grin, called out. “Back for another round, eh? You just can’t stay away.”

“More like they can’t survive without me,” she quipped, setting her bag down and receiving a few chuckles in response.

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The briefing room was packed with officers in dark blue tactical suits, their faces focused and sharp. The hum of quiet conversation fell into silence as the door swung open and in walked the last person Y/N ever expected to see.

Standing tall, with his broad shoulders filling the doorway, was none other than Captain John Price—clad in a dark polo shirt that hugged his muscular arms, his dark brown trousers neatly pressed and tucked into his boots. His strong build was impossible to miss, and Y/N felt her mouth drop open in shock. She muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the silence of the room.

"What the fucking shit."

As John stepped to the front, the room erupted into applause. Y/N's brain was still trying to catch up, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. His presence was commanding, and it wasn’t just his muscles that had everyone in the room riveted. There was an air of authority, of experience that seemed to fill the space, and it was impossible not to notice.

"Alright, listen up!" John’s voice boomed over the room. "I’m Captain John Price. Some of you might know me from the field, others not. But you’re about to. I’m here to observe, assess, and improve your skills. I’ll be training and retraining you for the next few weeks. We're not here for fluff or drills that don’t matter. We’re here to make you better. If you think you’re prepared for anything after this, I’ve done my job."

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As the briefing came to a close, Y/N stood up abruptly, the chair scraping harshly against the floor as she stormed toward John. Her boots echoed through the room, the sharp sound matching the sharpness in her glare. Her arms were crossed tightly, and her eyes were locked on him with an intensity that would make anyone think twice.

John didn’t notice her right away. He was too busy packing up his gear, his posture relaxed, the kind of ease you’d expect from someone who was used to dealing with soldiers, not this kind of storm. But when he looked up and saw her standing in front of him, his eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise.

“Y/N? What are you—” His voice trailed off as his surprise turned into something else entirely. He clearly didn’t expect to see her here, and he was genuinely taken aback. “You’re here? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Y/N couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “No kidding,” she snapped, crossing her arms tighter. “What the hell, Price? What the hell are you doing here?”

John blinked, a bit caught off guard by the intensity of her reaction. He chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I guess it’s fate, huh? I’m just here to train and observe units like yours—keep you all sharp.” He looked around the room, shrugging casually. “Didn’t think I’d run into you again so soon.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Well, you sure did, Captain. And you can thank Kyle for this mess,” she bit out, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m sure he’s the mastermind behind this whole shitshow.”

John’s grin widened, clearly enjoying her frustration. He let out a light laugh and shook his head. “Kyle, huh? Well, I can tell you one thing—Kyle doesn’t have any power here in SCO19, and neither do I.” He shrugged casually, the playful gleam in his eyes not dimming. “I’m just here doing my job, keeping you all sharp. It’s all a coincidence, really.” He leaned in slightly, looking at her closely, his eyes scanning her uniform with newfound interest. “You’re in the tactical unit, huh? I didn’t know you were with the force, let alone SCO19.” His eyes dropped to her patches, noticing her ‘Master Sniper’ patch with a subtle look of respect. “And a sniper, too? Nice.” He chuckled softly, as if impressed.

Y/N froze for a moment, eyes widening in surprise. He doesn’t even know. She had assumed Kyle had told him everything, but apparently, he’d been kept in the dark. All he’d known about her, apparently, was that she was Kyle’s longtime friend and an artisan. Kyle hadn’t mentioned the force, her tactical role, or her being a sniper at all. Her reaction shifted from anger to a mix of confusion and annoyance.

“Ah,” John said, his gaze flicking to her name patch, “so your full name is ‘Y/Full First Name Y/Surname.’” He smiled, his tone playful. “Nice name. Fits you.”

Y/N, caught off guard by the sudden attention to her name, quickly moved to cover the patch with her hand, a flush creeping up her neck. “Enough, Captain. Don’t call me that,” she muttered, visibly uncomfortable. She quickly changed the subject, trying to regain her composure. “Kyle didn’t tell you anything, did he?”

John shook his head, shrugging. “All Kyle told me was you were a long-time friend of his, and an artisan. He showed me a picture of you, —said you were my type, too,” he said, the grin on his face widening as he teased her.

Y/N’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red. “That’s not funny,” she gritted through her teeth, clearly embarrassed now. She threw her hands up in frustration. “I’ve got real gear to set up, Captain. Not this nonsense. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got actual work to do.”

John’s grin didn’t fade. “Yeah, go ahead. I’ll be waiting.” His voice softened slightly, the teasing still there but mixed with a hint of admiration. “But I’m gonna push you, Y/N. You might be capable, but I’m here to make you better. You can hate me all you want, but this is what I do.”

“Enough, Captain! I never said I hate you!” Y/N muttered under her breath, but despite herself, there was a small smirk tugging at her lips. She was pissed, but she wasn’t blind to the fact that John wasn’t exactly a slouch. And there was something about his attitude—his confidence—that got under her skin.

John raised an eyebrow, still amused and chuckled. “See you in the field, Constable Y/N.”

Y/N froze mid-step, her name rolling off his tongue again. She couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine, and she forced herself to keep walking, doing her best to ignore the slight warmth that had crept into her chest.

Cosmic, my ass. She swore to herself, if she heard that word again, she was going to lose her mind. But she knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t going to be the last time she ran into Captain Price. And for some reason, that thought didn’t sit well with her.

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As soon as Y/N stormed out of the briefing room, practically fuming, she yanked her phone out and dialed Kyle. She didn’t even let him greet her before she launched into her tirade.

“Kyle. What the hell have you done?” she snapped, her voice low and dangerous.

Kyle’s laughter bubbled up instantly. “Whoa, whoa—hold on, Y/N. What’s got your knickers in a twist? Did someone outshoot you, or—”

“Kyle, don’t test me right now,” she interrupted, her boots clicking sharply as she stalked down the hallway. “Why is John Price—your Captain Price—training my unit? Did you tell him I’m SCO19? Did you pull some strings? Manifest this mess?”

There was a pause, followed by a loud bark of laughter. “Wait—you’re telling me Price is your trainer? Oh, this is too good! I didn’t know, I swear. But if I had known, I totally would’ve manifested it!”

“Kyle!” Y/N growled, gripping her phone tightly. “Stop laughing! You’re telling me this is all just some massive coincidence? He’s in my unit, training me, calling me cute, and you’re trying to tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this?”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Kyle said, still chuckling. “I’ve got no power in SCO19, and neither does Price, at least not like that. This? This is pure manifestation magic. Clearly, the universe is doing all the heavy lifting for me.”

“Stop saying manifestation!” she hissed, her face heating up. “This is not the universe, Kyle. This is you being sneaky and setting me up for humiliation.”

“I’m not sneaky!” Kyle replied, feigning offense. “I didn’t tell him anything about you being a constable, a sniper, or in SCO19. All he knew is you’re a good friend an artisan of mine and, well…”

Y/N’s steps slowed as she caught the hesitation in his voice. “And what, Garrick?”

Kyle snorted, and she could practically hear the smirk on his face. “I might’ve shown him a picture of you once and mentioned that you’re his type. You know, classic Price preferences.”

She froze mid-step, her stomach dropping. “You what?!”

“Relax! It’s harmless,” Kyle said, unbothered. “How was I supposed to know he’d end up training your unit? I didn’t even know you’d be there! Clearly, my manifesting skills are next-level.”

“Kyle, I swear to God, if you say ‘manifesting’ one more time, I will fly to wherever you are and smack you,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Alright, alright, no more manifesting,” Kyle said, though his tone still dripped with amusement. “But seriously, Y/N, you’ve got one of the best trainers in the world now. You’re gonna crush it—and maybe even charm the Captain while you’re at it, maybe give Price a run for his money while you're at it, huh?”

“I’m done with this conversation,” Y/N muttered, her patience at its limit. “I’ve got a rifle to set up and no time for your nonsense.”

“Sure thing, sister,” Kyle said, clearly grinning. “But don’t forget—Papa Bear’s got his eyes on you!”

With an exasperated groan, Y/N ended the call and shoved her phone back into her pocket. She let out a frustrated sigh, stepping into the armory and shaking her head.

Manifesting, my ass. If this was Kyle’s idea of a cosmic joke, she wasn’t laughing.

NEXT CHAPTER ----->

[sitp-recs]

Hello, do you know Drarry fics that contain Draco having a boyfriend or dating someone? I just look through the jealous!Harry and pining!Harry tag but not all of them that specific "the person I want is already with someone else :( " angst im looking for

Hi there! Jealous!Harry is such a juicy trope. I don’t often read them with other people in the same fic (I especially avoid OCs because I hate feeling conflicted between ships 🤣), but I think you might enjoy these:

Stay by @kbrick (M, 5k)

Life is all about what we do with the opportunities we're given - the ones we miss and the ones we refuse to let pass us by.

To know the pain of too much tenderness by @cibeewastaken (T, 6k)

Harry is in love with Draco, and Draco sometimes goes on dates with other people, but it’s not like Harry could be bothered by it when he never told Draco about his feeling, right? Right. So Harry isn’t that bothered by Draco’s dates, what bothers him is when one of those dates knocks Draco up and doesn’t want the baby.

Constellation Prize by @andithiel (E, 12k)

Harry’s been pining for his friend and Auror partner for almost a year. But despite what his friends say, he and Draco aren't an old married couple...Draco has a boyfriend, there's no way he'd ever be interested. Right?

Friends? Is That What We Are? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 33k)

What the hell is Harry even supposed to do when he finally realises that he loves Draco? He's an idiot and it takes him a while but he gets there. They get there.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k) - Draco doesn’t date anyone else but Harry’s jealous of a specific person (more info in the tags) so I think this fits your ask!

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Left My Heart by emmagrant01 (E, 85k)

Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him.

Level Two: Series One (E, 113k)

By Ashii Black (ashiiblack), blamebrampton, Catsintheattic, dustmouth, epithalamium, incandescent (lmeden), josephinestone (orphan_account), leveltwo, nerakrose, raitala, Romaine, Vaysh, Writcraft

Witches and wizards are disappearing in a seemingly random fashion. Coincidence? Abductions? But no one is claiming ransom. The Aurors are not even sure the disappearances are connected, then one of the missing turns up dead. Meanwhile, Auror Harry Potter is thrown into the infamous Sirius Black Muggle murder case from 25 years ago. Given a chance to clear his godfather's name for good, Harry is not above accepting even the help of magical specialist Draco Malfoy.

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (E, 122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

Close Behind by @oflights (M, 134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own. Or, in which Harry hates his Auror partner, Draco flips houses, Pansy sleeps around, Hermione is a magical creatures’ justice warrior, Blaise is getting married, and Ron is just along for the ride.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

[aziraphales-library]

Heya!

I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?

So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!

French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)

You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)

When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)

Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)

Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)

I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)

Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!

Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎

Hello there!

Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)

We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.

As for the other ones you've asked about:

French Kiss AU:

A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]

With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

When Harry Met Sally AU:

it had to be you by curtaincall [M]

“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”

*

A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:

Notting Hill AU:

Soho by Lurlur [E]

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Music and Lyrics AU:

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

Kate & Leopold AU:

Until by Nadzieja [T]

“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.

“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.

*

Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.

~Mod N

[eleadore]

rec list: hannibal/will 10-30k

none of my recs contain mcd or unhappy endings. everything else is fair game & may not be tagged for.

hannibal/will <5k | hannibal/will 5-10k

rise up with the dew by lickrish (nc-17, 10k) getting together, domestic, post-fall

Will learns to relax. Hannibal yearns.

where you can always find me by northern (nc-17, 13k) ♥️ puppy play, D/s, post-fall

"I will do what you ask of me, to the best of my ability," Hannibal tells Will, and if it sounds more like a threat than a promise, he doesn't especially care.

suffer does the wolf by cedarbranch (nc-17, 13k) werewolves, D/s, s2 AU, post-fall

Under extreme physical duress, a werewolf's transformation cycles may fall out of phase with the moon. Will has experienced it once before. He'd hoped he never would again. But the fall was not kind to him, and when two full moons pass afterwards with no sign of a change, something has to give. The solution: a tight leather collar, woven through with pure silver chain to prevent unwanted transformation. Will hates the collar. But it might be different when Hannibal's the one putting it on him.

half moon by undecimber (m, 19k) co-habitation, post-fall

It was so sweet sometimes, it ached, the way all things we believe not meant for us ache.

let me sinful be by darlingred1 (nc-17, 20k) first time, painplay, post-fall

“I always plan for an array of possible outcomes,” Hannibal says. “It’s easier that way to adapt when circumstances change suddenly.” “So, what, you thought, ‘Just in case I decide to keep him around, I better make sure he has his butt plugs’?” (Will likes his collection of sex toys, but he comes to like the effect they have on Hannibal even more.)

on entirely scientific methods for the relief of dull aches by halotolerant (nc-17, 21k) getting together, doctor/patient, victorian AU

In which in Victorian London, Hannibal is a specialist in 'nervous disorders' and Will is a patient looking for just that kind of therapy...

no hope of falling down by fahye (nc-17, 22k) getting together, circus AU (open ending) ♥️

A circus should be a series of miracles, barely scraped into existence. Will Graham is the celebrated aerialist of Cirque Dalmau; Hannibal Lecter is a new arrival with dangerous hands and more than a few secrets.

staccato by longwhitecoats (nc-17, 22k) ♥️ D/s, kink negotiation, food play, knife play, s1 AU

Will lets something slip to Dr. Lecter in one of their conversations. Dr. Lecter isn't about to let it go.

the way a knife loves a heart by lynpatootie (nc-17, 23k) getting together, s1-s3 AU

“I miss my dogs. I’m not going to miss you. I’m not going to find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore.” But dreams are another matter. Will and Hannibal’s relationship plays out in a world where people can send each other dreams. Mid-Season 3 AU.

ecstacies by roundthedecay (nc-17, 26k) D/s, gothic, post-fall

After the fall finds Will and Hannibal back at Castle Lecter. There is a renegotiating of power and a reopening of old wounds.

carmen sygni by slq (nc-17, 28k) fake dating, AU

Will Graham and Beverly Katz are partners running a Private Investigator bureau. Will Graham's reputation brings Agent Jack Crawford of the FBI to his door, seeking his professional touch in proving that Dr. Hannibal Lecter is the notorious Chesapeake Ripper. Apparently, that involves Will dating the man. Will is not thrilled, until he is. Then everything goes to hell in a handbasket.

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Drarry Podfic Recs - Length 6-10 hours

A list of podfics I've enjoyed. Sorted first by length, then alphabetically.

This is the list with podfics that are 6-10 hours long. I also have lists for Length 1-3 hours, Length 3-6 hours and Length 10+ hours or you can check out the masterlist.

6-8 hours

Title: Stop and Stare Read by: lastontheboat Authour: Saras_Girl Length:~ 7.5h Rating: Mature Summary: Harry’s life is full of care, he has no time to stop or stare; he has no time for anyone’s shit, until his friends aren’t having it. A story about the unravelly things. 2015 advent fic. I was so excited when lastontheboat did another advent podfic and it did in no way dissapoint. This is perfectly read and exactly what I want in December (and let's be honest, January-November as well)

Title: The Boy Who Only Lived Twice Read by: TheOneCalledEli Authour: lettered Length:~ 6h Rating: Explicit Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks. Drarry as secret spies is so much fun and excitement, and the slow falling in love and wanting but not knowing was just so perfect. And TheOneCalledEli reads it so brilliantly, it made me fall in love with this fic all over again!

Title: The Four Doors + Eight o'clock, tomorrow evening Read by: lastontheboat Authour: fluxweed Length:~ 5h + 1h Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy. I love this! Communication and memory loss and falling in love. Brilliantly read too! And the sequel is smutty brilliance.

Title: Who we are in the shadows Read by: Sandstripe Authour: Quicksilvermaid Length:~ 7h Rating: Explicit Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong? This fic feels a little like a healing bruise. By which I mean that it hurts, a little – but in a good way. Sandstripe does a brilliant job of making all the emotions come across and I'll definetly be listening to this many times.

8-10 hours

Title: Chasing Shadows Read by: lastontheboat Authour: manixzen Length:~ 9.5h Rating: Explicit Summary: The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub. A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers. This fic is so good! Harry has hidden being gay for years and years and his growth to live as who he is is beautifully interwoven with him and Draco falling in love and a thrilling crime plot.Also I just love Draco in this! He's grown so much and is so attentive and he makes the smut so steamy! The reading of it is so well done and just brings so much life to the fic!

Title: Headlights in the Snow Read by: magsmagicalnightmare Authour: Saras_Girl Length:~ 10h Rating: Mature Summary: What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out. Advent fic 2016. You can never go wrong with Saras_Girls christmas fics, and this is another great one! And it's so brilliantly read I felt like I was on the bus listening in on conversations. magsmagicalnightmare brought this fic so much life and personality and it's brilliant!

Title: If the Fates Allow Read by: lastontheboatAuthour: Saras_GirlLength:~8hRating: Mature Summary: What's that crackling in the walls? Harry has no clue at all. He'll eat some cake and drink some wine. Because he is completely FINE. -A story about life's disregard for our plans. An advent story in podfic form?! I’ll be listening to this every single December.

Title: Running on air Authour: eleventy7 Length:~ 8h Rating: Teen and up Summary: Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects. This is a beautiful story and it's read just as beautifully.

Title: That Old Black Magic Read by: reveriepi Authour: bixgirl1 Length:~ 8.5h Rating: Explicit Summary: Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy. I'm screaming about this podfic actually because I love the fic so much and having the characters brought to life like reveriepi does is just such a treat!

Bonus (podfics on my tbr):

Heaven Through a Window by Jocunda Sykes read and written by JocundaSykes 8.5h

My Big Fat Weasley Wedding written by slyth_princess read by Melcarrianna 7.5

Rookie Moves written by peu_a_peu read by sweaters_in_the_summer 7.5h

Tea and No Sympathy written by who_la_hoop read by Cailynwrites 6.5

[starleska]

I am definitely here to find out more about your OC Harper if you wanna share 👀👀👀

oh my god yes yes yes thank you so much Jam i would LOVE to gush about Harper Spiel and their bizarre backstory, thank you so much 🙈💖 Doctor Who OCs are so fun to make!

my dear Harper's story begins right after the events of The Giggle! Harper Spiel is a 26-year-old ludologist, or games specialist: a former world champion in several board games who turned their fascination with games into a lucrative career. previously they worked with the British government investigating high-profile gambling rings and other criminal operations which involved gameplay mechanics! 👀

following The Giggle, UNIT wanted to find out all they could about the Toymaker, and so they hired Harper to create a full report on him...against The Doctor's wishes, and without his knowledge. during their research, Harper discovers that the Toymaker is not an isolated incident: he has cropped up in gaming lore and texts throughout history as a godlike entity no one can win against. most people would steer well clear...but Harper takes this as a challenge 🔥 so, they begin a series of experiments with the Toymaker's Toybox. Harper spends weeks trying to engage the Toymaker without opening the box, attempting to coax him into a game, but comes up short. until they have a mad idea! on their birthday, Harper brings a sand timer to the Toybox, and challenges the Toymaker to emerge before the sand runs out. they have no way of knowing if the game is accepted... until a bang!! then, a flash of light...and the vague image of a grin with far too many teeth, beaming through the fog. when Harper awakes, they are no longer in their own timeline. they are in 1984, in an empty lot where the UNIT building hasn't even been constructed yet! 😱 it takes a few days for the Doctor - specifically the Sixth Doctor - to find Harper, and it's because the TARDIS has become absolutely fixated on London in 1984 and he can't work out why. this leads him to Harper, who the Doctor recognises as a temporal anomaly: a living entity displaced in time who should not be able to exist in this reality, but has been rejected by their own. according to the Doctor, Harper's birthday - originally March 22nd, 1998 - is now March 22nd, 1956...which would make them 65 years old according to their original reality!! if not...that means they're minus 40 💀 the Doctor, horrified by this mess, takes Harper into the TARDIS and tries to bring them back to 2024...but the TARDIS nearly implodes! he then tries every workaround he knows, but something about the game Harper opened up with the Toymaker has caused their own timeline to shun them. like it or not, the only safe place for Harper to exist (at least without increasing timey-wimey shenanigans) is within the TARDIS 😉 so!! Harper gets stuck with the Sixth Doctor, to his chagrin and their delight. Harper is familiar with the Doctor, but only his most recent regenerations, and they take delight in playing off his bombastic, arrogant personality. they're always getting stuck into some part of the TARDIS they shouldn't be, or wandering off and nearly causing a category 5 space-time event. they're a magnet for disaster and time distortion, and it drives the Doctor mad! 🙈 but as funny as their relationship is, there is real grief here. the Doctor soon recognises Harper to be somewhat like him: a scientist whose fascination often overrides their emotions, so the process of understanding that they will never see their friends again (as they have no family to speak of) is tough. it doesn't take long for the Doctor to soften towards Harper...after all, Harper is something which the universe itself is trying to reject. who can relate more to that than the Sixth Doctor, whose regeneration was characterised by fear, anger and feeling like an alien in his own body? aaaand that's Harper Spiel!! unwitting companion to the Sixth Doctor and challenger of the Toymaker 🥰 their adventures would be characterised by them attempting to find some way back to Harper's original timeline safely, with Harper insisting they need to find the Toymaker to make it happen...😭

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Freefall Masterlist

The Contract

"You... you want me to what?" I ask lowly, looking up at the group across from me from under my lashes.

It really wasn't fair that they all get to have each other, and I'm on the other side of the table, on my own.

I should have had my father's public relations specialist come with me.

"We would like you to, as a part of your job here with Scuderia Ferrari, pretend to date Mr.Leclerc for a six month period, with a one month soft launch period and a five month relationship, which would then end on 'mutual terms'. During the time, you will be compensated while completing your classes, with the promise of a position on our engineering team," Frederic Vasseur is the one to explain, his position as team principle known to the entire room, including his driver, who sits to his left, reading over the paper that outlines this whole mess.

"I- I don't understand why- how this would be beneficial to you all? I'm just a university student."

He laughs. Frederic Vasseur laughs at me. "Ms.Earnhardt, you're not just anything. Your father is and your grandfather was motorsport legend. You're a well known name," He explains.

"Exactly, my father and grandfather, no one gives a damn who I am unless I'm with them," I try to explain.

"We don't need you to be the next Kardashian," Vasseur assures, "You would be most to fix Charles' reputation with female fans and overall."

"Have you seen social media?" I can't help but question, turning to Charles for the first time. "You are basically every woman's one true love right now."

"But he still needs a boost in the reputation department," Ferrari's PR strategist reminds. "And being seen as a good man? Good boyfriend? The perfect move. So, what do you say?"

How can Charles be ok with this? He and his most recent woman of the hour just broke up last month, and I also look nothing like the others.

"It's up to Charles," Is the response I give, making Vasseur and Charles look up to me in surprise. "If you want to spend the entire season being fake together, if you think it'll help, then I'm in. Anything for the scuderia."

"That's what we love to hear," Vasseur practically cheers, wrapping an arm around Charles' shoulders. "So, you in Charles?"

And he pauses, looks down at the papers in front of him and back to me, looking me over, and then back to his boss. "Of course."

"Great! We would like this to start immediately, so if you could both fill out these surveys about yoursel-"

"Absolutely not, Pri," I interupt Prianka, the PR woman's eyes growing triple in size. "If we're doing this, we're sitting down for coffee and getting to know each other. No 'favorite color is' and 'favorite animal is'."

"I love the idea!" She nearly hollers. "This morning, directly after this meeting, you two can go out to coffee in the city. Lynleigh, I assume, being from the area, you know a spot?"

"I'm from Nashville. That's in Tennessee, not Florida, Prianka," I find myself having to correct, reminding myself that she's from London and has no reason to know. "But I can text Logan and see? Or go find him in the paddock, I'm sure as a local he has some idea," I offer, her nodding brightly.

"Perfect!"

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lynleigh03 me: how do you like your coffee? him: with you

victoria.ham baby, call and tell mama who that handsome hand belongs to

will_hamlin mom don't support this

alexander_hamlin ma, get off of instagram

marcus.hamlin if you don't want to call mom, call me instead lynnleigh. i know where to find you

dalejr i actually agree with your mother here lynn

f1fan ...what is charles doing here???

lesainzlver babe, she is the next up and coming engineering candidate, every f1 team has been trying to lock her in for months and she doesn't even graduate till June!

f1fan damn, girl's impressive

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charles_leclerc a perfect way to bring in the first race of the reason with my favorite person

carlossainz55 that's not my hand... am i not your favorite person

f1fannn OH MY GOD IT'S A WOMAN'S HAND

ferraritime who who who is it?? we need to knowwwww

fav.earnhardt wait a minute...

[hdowlpost]

OWL GIFTS for @uncannycerulean

"Dining with the Devil" - The Daily Prophet Summary:

THIS JUST IN!!

Harry Potter was Spotted with none other than the dazzling reformed advocate, Draco Malfoy inside a seedy cafe at Diagon! Is this just another case-related meeting? Or is there something more brewing under the surface!? Find out more on page two of our latest issue, along with Rita Skeeter's new scoop on the mysterious mistress of Mr. Marington (page 17).

Don't miss out on the exclusive, brought to you by the greatest wizard magazine in the UK!! Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: G Contains: Exclusive article, advocate!Draco Malfoy, newspapers Notes: It is safe to say that I've had the greatest time of my life creating this piece! XDD To dear @uncanny_cerulean, I know this is not fully in line with the specific prompts you gave, but you mentioned you like our boys with unusual jobs and my mind just went with it. While Auror Harry is no new trope, I know for a fact that we have rarely seen advocate Malfoy in action, so I thought why not? I hope you like it! Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I'd like to take a moment to thank my amazing beta L, who came to my rescue at the very last moment with their very detailed insights and constructive suggestions to improve this piece as a whole. I thoroughly enjoyed our conversations and in general, am excited to continue our newfound friendships over fics and art! A big thank you also goes to the mods for being the most understanding and helpful people I know. You guys are frankly the reason why I keep coming back to this fest every year. Know that you all are amazing!!

A Missing Mug and Mysterious Memos Summary: Draco is already dejected about the prospect of not spending Christmas with Harry. He did not need his favourite mug to go missing too. Word Count: 800 Rating: G Contains: Established relationship Notes: Dear uncanny_cerulean, I couldn’t go past your first prompt, ‘Who keeps stealing Draco's mugs from the ministry kitchen?’ I had lots of fun planning and writing this little mystery for you. Hope you enjoy the cryptic clues! Thanks to the Owlpostmasters for their enduring patience and my beta B for saving my behind.

From Antarctica, Love Draco Summary: Draco had known that he would be gone for an extended period of time in the remote wilds of the Antarctic circle without any way to contact home. He wouldn't get to enjoy any of the comforts of his cozy London flat, with its adjustable heating and cooling charms or king sized bed with silk sheets and a dozen pillows for even longer. Draco had been fine with that. Welcomed it, even. Yet Harry’s eyes haunt him, even in the most remote of places. Word Count: 2.3k Rating: Mature Contains: climate specialist Draco, Antarctica, Antarctic expedition, lovable scientist ocs, getting together, pining, Harry falls first, Draco falls harder Notes: For uncannycerulean, I hope you enjoy this little science meets magic fic from one biologist to another. I honestly quite love this universe, and may have to write more! Happy holidays! Huge thanks to Teii for the beta and additional research! And as always, thank you to the mods for all you do!

[endless-oc-creations]

Choosing to spread some love in the community since that anon wants to be a little bitch again, so: please share ten facts about Damien!! Whatever you wanna share about him, I wanna hear it!! <3

Awww!!! Thank you so much!! I REALLY need to flesh him out more, I just wasn't sure with What We Do In The Shadows being ongoing what I could do with him because honestly the writers could totally twist things up! But I think once the final season comes out I'll be able to fully have him figured out on what I want him to do and become throughout the seasons!

Damien isn’t a familiar to anyone in the vampiric household, he just “acts” like it so he can spend time with Guillermo and help him out with his duties. The others think that he’s everyone's so they order him around a lot, but he’s basically a little shit to them as he “follows” their orders. He's basically a little shit to them all.

Damien is an occult specialist, he finds the supernatural incredibly fascinating and has his own journals that he writes in about them. He keeps separate journals for Nandor, Nadja, Laszlo and Colin Robinson. (You can imagine how well it went when the others ended up finding it.)

In later seasons, when Damien is overwhelmed by his feelings for both Guillermo and Nandor, he ends up opening up to Baron Afanas about it.

When Derek first found the hellhound Aspen, Damien was helping Derek out, taking care of Aspen and bonding with him. He honestly didn’t want to give him up to The Baron and the Sire but he saw how lonely they were and decided to let them have him, seeing that they probably needed Aspen more than him.

Damien and Derek were having a secret relationship,around season 2 and ended around season 3 since Damien decided to call it off because he was still too much in love with Guillermo and Nandor. He decided it wasn’t fair to Derek to keep the relationship going. 

Guillermo and Damien were forced to share a coffin at the end of season 3 after being forced into it by Laszlo and shipped to London. Then forced to share a crate together by Nadja when she shipped them back to Staten Island. Each time only having packages of oreos and Pedialyte to survive.

After being forced to just survive on Oreos while being shipped in a coffin and crate, Damien has a personal vendetta and loathes oreos all together, purposely destroying them if it’s presented or he sees them. 

The Guide and Damien are 100% best friends. They talk shit about the others ALL the time and just vent to each other about their frustrations. They genuinely care about one another. 

Laszlo often refers to him as Dame, since he thinks and constantly tells Damien that his figure reminds him of a woman, Basically a lot of his comments towards him are about him being woman-like. 

Nadja and Damien, after season 2, actually get along quite well together. She respects Damien’s attitude and personality. She doesn’t think he acts like the other “idiots” in their household. 

[jamiesfootball]

more Leverage au nonsense-

after messaging back and forth with @izzyspussy and noodling on it a bit, I've figured out how to slot Nate (Ted Lasso) into the Leverage AU.

He is this universe's Sterling. Sort of.

Nate, gifted fucking Nate, had a plan when he was younger. He wanted to do something with football. Not play - he was never any good - but he could... manage, maybe? There was something there, something in the intricacies of the play and the people and the rules of the game that called to him.

Football was always his chess; chess never had enough moving pieces to keep him interested.

Then life happened. He went to university, and under pressure and wanting his father's approval, he studied finance. Which was fine, since he figured he could always pivot into one of the football clubs from there, and he'd still be near the sport he loved, but then life happened again and again and again and before he knew it he was working for the IYS London Branch under the financial auditing department. It was nothing he ever wanted as a job, but it supported his love for his actual passion for football and puzzles and whatever niche interests he curated that month.

Not to mention, a lot of the club owners worked with IYS, so occasionally he'd get comped seats! He even got assigned to work on the accounts of Rupert Mannion - the Rupert Mannion.

And then Rupert Mannion got divorced and shortly thereafter his ex-wife disappeared.

After that things got a bit... odd.

See Nate wasn't just an audit specialist - he was the audit specialist. He's who you turned to when things got funky. He had a mind for patterns, and for understanding the people who made them.

Rupert Mannion got divorced, and then suddenly people he knew - people Nate had worked with regularly for years - started having...strange things happen to them. So Nate did what Nate does - Nate followed the money.

Nate found Ted.

No one was more surprised than Nate when he found Ted Lasso, the ex-IYS investigator who disappeared a while ago. The one Nate had worked with a handful of times when one of Ted's American clients had business 'across the pond.' The one who always sent him Christmas cards, the printed kind with a photo of himself, his wife, and his growing family. Nate didn't get a card last year. Nate heard rumors of what happened with his son, how Ted disappeared off the map after all of that, but those are just rumors, and Nate never put any stock in those.

Nate goes to Ted to hear it from the man himself.

Ted trusts Nate. He likes this bright kid who was always so nice when he had occasion to visit, who showed him around to all his favorite restaurants and indulged Ted when he wanted to catch a museum that 'had nothing to do with what anything that'd been stolen.' Nate was always a good egg.

Ted tells Nate everything. He tells him about how he's been helping people that don't have anywhere else to go, and how he's teamed up with some of the people they used to chase, and how they're aiming to put a little good in the world.

But that's not what Nate hears. Nate hears that Ted, a good man, has changed sides. He's the one directly responsible for Nate's clients' misery. He's responsible for why IYS has had such a bad quarter, that four of Nate's coworkers have been let go just in the past few weeks.

"Roy Kent," he tells Ted, hoping to wake some sense in him. "You're working with Roy Kent. Do you have any idea what that man has done? What he's capable of?"

Ted gives him a sad, knowing smile, "I know enough."

"He's a bad person, Ted."

"Well on that I'll have to disagree."

Nate doesn't understand it. He doesn't understand why Ted would throw everything away - and for these people. And he knows these people. Ted was not as clever as he thought he was when he covered his tracks. Rupert Mannion's ex-wife, who got an astronomical amount of money in the divorce and somehow still wants more? The thief Keeley, who's stolen millions of dollars in art and statues - pieces of history that civilization will likely never get back? Roy Kent, who even the mafia considers a liability to have walking around breathing? Jamie Tartt - this new kid with a reputation that isn't nearly as bad as Roy Kent's was back in the day, but it was getting there. Even though he bafflingly seems tied to cyber crime these days--

--Nate cuts himself off mid sentence.

Before he leaves he tells Ted, sincerely, that he's glad to see he's doing okay. Really he is. But he does not condone what Ted is doing.

The team is understandably livid to hear that Ted met with an IYS agent and told him everything. Ted's only defense was, "I didn't think it would go so bad. Nate's always been a straight-shooter. Not a blind-spot to be found in that guy. Still, I think it'll work out. He's a good person who's had a shock. Maybe just give him some time."

Nate has a mind for patterns, but also for names, and he'd seen one of those names before, or something like it, in a place it shouldn't have been.

James Tartt. Paid a tidy little sum by Rupert Mannion for security work. It's neither a common or uncommon name, and it takes very little work for Nate to run background on the guy. He's not the young hitter Nate was thinking of, but he's older and he's got a kid who'd be the right age.

The plan is in motion before Nate recognizes he's made one.

Because from Nate's perspective, these people aren't solving anything. These people are part of the problem. No one made them choose to be thieves, no one made them decide to hurt people and call it justice. No, there's a right way and a wrong way to do things, and if Ted's chosen the wrong way then Nate has to stop him.

It's not until he's watching on the TV as the Crown and Anchor goes up in a loud fiery explosion that his knees give out.

His supervisors applaud him for bringing down Ted Lasso.

Interpol hires him, offers him a better job. Field work. No more sitting at a desk and crunching numbers. It's bittersweet, how well it suits him to be in the thick of things, to be chasing down the people who are actually bad people. To be putting some good in the world.

Maybe if he puts enough good into the world, he can make up for the good he took out of it.

It's not all sunshine and roses. The longer he's at Interpol, the more he realizes how complicated things really are. How there are agents who work alongside him who don't really play by the rules - or any rules. How there are just as many shady backroom deals being done at the top as the bottom.

Everyone at Interpol knows Roy Kent, by reputation if not by experience, and they tell Nate stories that make his gut churn. The more he learns, the sorrier he feels for the man he never knew -- he never stood a chance.

Nate does his job, what's always been his job: he studies the patterns and the people.

Nate learns that in one of the web of lies is a pit of vipers, and that the leader of that web is Rupert Mannion. The man who put a hit on his ex-wife shortly after she divorced him. The man Nate tried to help when he took Ted down. The man Nate sold Ted's life for.

Nate has changed. Nate is not on the good side he thought he was. A good man died, and there was never, ever going to be a price for that that Nate could live with. Nate is irredeemable, now, in his own eyes.

He could really use some advice, but there was only ever one man who answered his calls.

Numb, he goes home to his apartment. On the wall is a framed print of Van Gogh's Cafe Terrace at Night that he got with Ted on one of their museum jaunts. On his table is a takeout menu for A Taste of Athens, a place he hasn't been back to since after the funeral, when he realized baklava would forever taste like ashes in his mouth.

On his counter, neatly stacked with the rest of his mail, is a Christmas card he's never seen before.

It looks like the kind of thing you'd find at a gift shop in an airport. Bright pink graffiti letters spelling out 'Happy Christmas' over the image of a local pub. A familiar local pub. It's the pub around the corner from his flat.

Nate grabs his coat.

[living-d3ad-gh0ul]

Monday 7th October 2024, 2:17am

Hey E.. 

I know it’s been a while since I last wrote to you.. and for that I am so sorry. I’ve just… well I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve been going through a really hard time mentally. A lot has happened in a short period of time. I’ve just been really struggling to talk to anyone. Hence why I haven’t wrote to you in a while. I really hope you’re doing okay and you can forgive me for it being so long since I last wrote to you. I really am so sorry.

I want to start this off by talking about you though. I re-read your last post (and the other ones you’ve wrote me) quite a few times. I’m so glad that your specialist has given you the all clear. You’ve no idea how happy I was to read that. I really hope that you’ve been doing well with all that and continuing to recover, even if it’s been slow, it’s still progress. And you are doing amazingly, you always have done through any tough battles you’ve had. I really hope you’ve been getting the physio that you need to help the stiffness/pain you’ve been having, I hope that’s been going well too. I also hope you’ve managed to kinda fix your sleep too. I know you’d been struggling with that. 

I also hope you got a nice new coat. I really wish I could see it. I actually got a new coat too recently. It’s long and black and has like a faux fur trim around the collar and cuffs, it’s cool and will keep me warm in the winter but also still goth enough. I hope the new keyboard is treating you well too. I should probably look at getting a new keyboard myself, but any ones I see are so expensive. I’m really particular about the keys and how it looks lmao. It has to be a mechanical keyboard too, I just love the sound of them. 

London was good. I had a great time. My surprise was that my best friends got me VIP tickets for the Stranger Things play in the West End. It was.. honestly amazing. The visual effects and everything were mind blowing. The cast were phenomenal too, I honestly couldn’t have picked better people to play all the characters. They also bought me a really cool Hellfire Club loungefly bag too, which I adore. They’d known I wanted it as soon as I saw it, it had only just come out as well. But they all bought me it and I was really happy. After the show on the Saturday, we also went out for a night out. We had a blast and I actually met a guy from Perth at the club we were at! He’d come out on a night out himself, so we were all like “well just join us if you like!” Because we didn’t want him to be hanging around himself haha. So we all made a new friend for the night, he was pretty cool. He’d told us he was just here on a spontaneous trip and he’d be going back to Australia the week or two after, he wasn’t sure yet. All my mates kept telling me he fancied me and I was just like lol no he doesn’t, he’s just being friendly because he kept chatting to me and bought me a couple drinks. Turns out, they were right lmfao. He apparently only asked me for my number at the end of the night and didn’t ask anyone else. He’s text me a couple times since then but uh.. the last time he did he was a little too.. forward shall we say, that’s what confirmed to me that my friends were right. I also just told him what my friends were saying and he was like “oh yeah no I definitely liked you”.. but then he was trying to like.. idk how to word it, just being very sexual with me suddenly? It ended up getting a tad creepy and made me uncomfortable and I basically told him I wasn’t interested. We haven’t spoke since lol. So… that was weird. I was just happy to make a new friend lmao I didn’t want any of that. But in general, London was cool, I really enjoyed it and had a good time. I’ll put some pictures of everything on this post so you can see it. 

Since then though.. shits just.. kinda fallen apart. My best friend and I aren’t really talking anymore unfortunately. She just.. got a little jealous of me and reacted in a way I had never seen her before. It really upset me and she said some really hurtful things to me. We ended up having to take a few days space from each other, because of what she said to me. And even then, she wouldn’t give me that space. She kept messaging me things that were really guilt trippy and emotionally manipulative and I really didn’t like it. It was a side of her I hadn’t seen before at all. She started being really mean and horrible to me for absolutely no reason at all. Eventually, she did give me the space I needed. We’ve started talking again now but.. I don’t think it’s going to ever be the same. It can’t be after what she said and did. She knows she’s going to have to rebuild my trust and stuff again. And I’ve set clear boundaries now. Because the friendship was getting really unhealthy and co-dependent and I really couldn’t cope with it any more. It’s still quite upsetting, considering everything that happened and why it happened. 

Some other stuff has been going on too, but I really don’t want to go into detail about it, because I just really don’t want to talk to anyone about it. It’s too hard and it’s too upsetting. All I’ll say is that someone else really hurt me too at the same time this was all going on with my best friend. They’ve started reminding me of someone from my past who caused me a lot of trauma. And I really don’t know how to handle it. It’s tough and it’s been triggering me to hell, in all honesty. It’s been bringing back a lot of panic attacks and PTSD and such for me. I’m just really mentally fragile right now from everything that’s been going on. 

There’s no updates on Gran really. Other than her chemo is done and her tumour marker levels were at 5000, when they were supposed to be at 30.. so.. that’s REALLY bad. But they couldn’t find anything new on her scans and stuff when they last had an appointment with her. They did tell her she wouldn’t be getting any more chemo however, because “it would only give her a couple more months”.. which I think was a really shitty way of them telling us her prognosis in all honesty. We’re still just hoping and waiting though, that something can be done and we can move forward with some more treatment or something. At the moment, we’re just kinda in limbo. She has to have another appointment with her specialist I think at the end of this month? And another scan and some blood tests before that. So… we’re back to just.. waiting. 

I was also sick this past 2 weeks. I’ve had a really bad chest infection and I was off work for the last week too. I felt like absolute shit, in all honesty. But the cough is finally lifting and I’m hoping to be back at work on Wednesday. I’m off tomorrow (Monday, I’m writing this at like 2am so.. it’s still Sunday to me lol) and Tuesday. The day is because.. well it’s my dad’s birthday. 8th October. He’d have been 62. It’s going to be a tough day. I was supposed to have plans with a friend to try and distract me and take my mind off things but.. unfortunately they have let me down. And it couldn’t have happened at a worse time, I think. It sucks when you really care for someone and then they go and do something like that to you and make you feel like you’re absolutely nothing to them. Like you don’t matter at all and like everyone else is more important than you. 

I’ve been struggling a lot with that recently. Feeling insignificant and unimportant and like I’m not good enough. I just don’t get it. Why does everyone I care about or love leave me? Why are they always snatched away from me or walk out the door, sometimes without so much as a goodbye? It hurts so bad. I really honestly feel so alone right now. I don’t feel like I have many people who care about me or want to make me a priority or who want to even listen. I’m really not sure how much more loss and heartache I can take, in all honesty. I just.. really feel like sometimes no one would miss me if I weren’t around. And that is a hard thought to process in itself. 

I’m so sorry that most of this has been negative and heavy. I’m just.. not having a great time at all right now. I’m trying my best to stay positive and hope for better days soon and hope that things will resolve themselves and I can pick myself up and move on again. But I’m just.. still trying to process everything. Still just going through all the emotions that are coming to me and dealing with them. It’s hard when things are triggering past things too. Because it makes me feel like I’m back there. Like I’m reliving it all again. And I wish I wasn’t. 

I really hope you’re doing much better than I am. I really am so sorry it’s taken me so long to write back to you and I really do apologise that I don’t have much good news for you here. I’m mentally trying to prepare myself as best as I can for dad’s birthday tomorrow. I just know it’s going to be tough. I’m just hoping I can cope. 

I really hope to hear from you soon. I’ve missed your “letters”. I’ve missed writing them to you too. I hope Chonky is doing well too, please give her pets from me and tell her I said that she’s a good girl. 

Speak soon, E. I really hope you’re doing well. I really hope to have some good news for you soon. 

N x

“I’m falling apart over a memory.. and the weight in my heart is getting too heavy” 

P.S all the pics are from my London trip, apart from the last one.. I just wanted to show you my new hair I got done a few weeks ago. It’s red AND black now. Something different, but I think it’s cool as fuck. I think I might keep it like this for a bit.

[sassysophiabush]

I can only describe the calling I felt to join the 2:22 A Ghost Story company as a spiritual one. The pull toward this story & this cast was perhaps was the most intense I’ve felt in my career & the reward of being up on the boards every night was greater than I could have anticipated.

I’m gutted that it’s come to an end. Last month several members of our company were hit with a virus & in the following weeks everyone recovered except for me. After weeks of being intermittently pulled off stage & visiting multiple doctors, specialists, & an all nighter in the ER, I’ve been advised by my medical team in London & America to stop performing in order to get this under control & to do so in the country where I reside under the care of my own doctors. I’m crushed to not be able to finish my run, to have to leave my incredible cast mates & company & to miss the nights on stage with our audiences. It’s been a pleasure to perform for you all on your most special occasions. I’ve loved reading your messages about birthdays & anniversaries spent with us & I wish I could do more. I’m not one who ever leaves early. It’s devastating to say goodbye to an experience that’s been so incredibly fulfilling, both artistically & personally. Being a part of this company put me back in my body and in my soul. I was reminded, on a cellular level, of why I do this job & how much I love acting. I crossed an ocean to come home to myself.

I owe so much gratitude to my incredible cast mates. @jaimewinstone@rickychamp2@cliffordsamuel you are alchemists, healers, confidants, & just the most fun & talented people I know. It’s been a privilege. I feel the same about Andie, Philip, Tan, Lottie, James, and every other member of our incredible company who became fast family. You all have been so supportive through this. I will never be able to express enough gratitude for your care. From ensuring I made it through shows once things got dicey with everything from medicine to flat sodas hidden backstage — even packing my feverish body in ice packs from head to toe on more than one night — you made it less terrifying to be struggling thousands of miles from my home & my family.

To all of the fans who came along, thank you. You made my Lauren journey feel like a party. A wild, joyous, invigorating rush, night after night. I loved making you scream, and making you laugh, and hearing your stories at the stage door. It means the world to me that so many of you traveled to see the show. If you’re booked for future nights, please go support my incredible costars. They will blow you away! I know Frankie Bridge will be incredible through the rest of this run.

I’m sad. Happy. Immensely grateful. There is no greater creative experience than the stage. I miss it madly. I love it deeply. I cannot wait for the next one ♥️

[cacaesar]

is it ok if i ask what a-levels you did to study classics at oxford? or what was your academic journey in general thx

Heya!! Of course it is! And thank you for the ask! I'll start with A-Levels and GCSEs (the ones I did, and the grades I got), and then I'll probably yap about how I came to studying classics/Oxford in the first place, and how school was for me (not easy, let's put it that way!) A-Levels: Biology - A Classical Civilisation - A Law - A Extended Project Qualification - A* (My EPQ was on Homosexuality in Ancient Greece and was 12,000 words... I really put everything into it lmao!) GCSEs: English Language - 8 English Literature - 8 Biology - 8 Chemistry - 8 Religious Studies - 8 Maths - 7 Geography - 7 History - 6 (first paper sat the day after a funeral lmao) Fine Art - 6 French - 6 Physics - 6 (we didn't really have a teacher for nearly 2 years...)

So...not the most impressive grades when you compare it to the straight 9's and A*s of people I got my place over! There are a couple of things to contextualise some of the grades - in that we unfortunately lost my grandad in the middle of GCSEs (and so my mum had to be away at hospital a lot, meaning I was cooking and caring for myself for the most part), and then for A-Levels I was in the Covid years (sat them in 2021). Our college decided it was a really good idea to make students sit full A-Level papers at the end of the year and have our entire grade depend on those, despite not having provided online lessons for a large part of the 10 or so months we were out of education; even when we were "back", the amount of absence through isolation etc was insane. Making us sit full papers when other colleges took grades over the whole year was, imo, deeply unfair...but anyway. I also unfortunately lost my nan and nearly lost my mum to Covid during the run up to those papers... all while working 20 hour minimum weeks - so it was more than a little stressful! On top. of that, I'm also AuDHD (Autistic and ADHD), but was undiagnosed until Uni... which meant I was flailing about desperately trying to succeed in a system very much not built for a brain like mine! The relief that came when Oxford finally gave me an answer to what was going on with me was immeasurable! But how and why did I get my spot in the first place? I've been obsessed with ancient cultures and history/mythology since I was tiny, and that basically just became a bigger and bigger obsession. My honest answer is that I got my place through a hell of a lot of hard work, a touch of luck, and blind unashamed confidence. If you sit in the interview thinking that you're supposed to be there, that these tutors will be the ones teaching you, and you're wanting to learn from them, there is not much you can do wrong! I did a LOT of research into my specific college - I wanted to study Homer's epics, so I chose the college with my favourite Homer and Hexameter Poetry specialist! And what would you know, genuinely loving that subject and yapping his ear off about my (informed and evidenced) opinions of Achilles and his characterisation (why he's actually a deeply sympathetic character, especially through the ancient lens, how he's the prime example of war trauma on a young person, etc) is what got me in!

I think I'll probably do a full post on education history at some point - and a series on applying to Oxford - but if you have any more questions, lmk! There should be a video on my TikTok covering some of the Oxford basics, though it might be quite the scroll down now! (gotta hit that 10k over there to make you guys playlists of the vids!) For now I'm on the way to london for a girlies getaway trip!