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sitp-recs · 2 years ago

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Hi! Ok so I'm in the mood for some drarry first recs. Like they are each other's first kiss, first dates, loss of virginity, etc. I'll take just about anything. Also dark!Harry recs. Where drarry are together and something bad happens to Draco (either he dies or ends up severely injured/in a coma) and Harry seeks out revenge on those who did it and turns evil. I know that's a lot but I'd really appreciate it. Please and thank you in advance!

Hello! I did a list for Dark!Harry a while ano but that might not be what you’re looking for - tbh I don’t think I’m familiar with fics where he goes evil to save/avenge Draco (would love to read those!) but I’m sure my followers can help. As for first times, here are some recs for you:

A world just for us by nerakrose (G, 2k)

Harry and Draco go flying and then…continue to go flying.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Slip Into My Lover's Hands by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k)

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn't think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. "One finger?"

Night Changes by @writcraft (E, 10k)

Draco and Harry have spent years dancing around one another, but Potter’s straight and married. Until one day he isn’t.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (E, 23k)

Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you're there, but you won't remember it in the morning.

Speak (and may the world come undone) by @shealwaysreads (E, 26k)

The war is on in earnest, and the hunt for the Horcruxes has begun. Harry receives help from the least expected person, and must decide whether he can trust the enemy he knows best.

Your Place or Mine? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 26k)

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I’m supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned (E, 27k)

Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants (E, 35k)

Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining. With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis?

Dwelling by aideomai (T, 83k)

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

Reparo by amalin (E, 84k)

Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

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.

#asks #anon #first times

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 4 days ago

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Long Fics

Evolution (Complete - 47 chapters, 279k words - Rated M - Hinny/Romione): Canon-compliant post-DH. Harry, Ginny, Ron & Hermione navigate life after the Battle of Hogwarts. Angst, romance & mystery

The Loyal Companion: A Tale of Bad Dates and Good Whiskey (Complete - 6 chapters, 28k words - Rated M - Jily): Modern Muggle AU. Lily Evans endures a series of disastrous dates at her new favourite bar. At least the bartender is cute.

The Grapevine (Complete - 6 chapters, 15k words - Rated T - Various): Canon-compliant Next Gen. A rumour as it spreads through the extended Potter/Weasley family, helped on its way by Albus, Lily, Audrey, Molly, Victoire and Teddy.

Into the Hinnyverse (Complete - 14 chapters, 16k words - Rated M - Hinny): Various Canon-compliant. A collection of various Hinny microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server's 5-Year Ginniversary Bingo game - which I (somehow, miraculously) won!

The James Potter Affair (WIP - 2/? - Rated E - Jily): Modern Muggle AU. Insurance investigator Lily Evans races to recover priceless artefacts stolen in a daring museum heist. Her chief suspect? Billionaire philanthropist James Potter...

Bahramdipity (WIP - 1/? - Rated M - Jily): Canon-Divergent AU. Ilvermorny potions professor Lily Evans, on a year-long teacher exchange programme to Hogwarts, is horrified to discover her one-night-stand is one of her new colleagues.

Hunted (WIP - 0/28 - Rated M - Hinny): Modern Muggle AU. Newly promoted Detective Inspector Harry Potter lands the case that will make or break his career. Can he catch notorious serial killer Tom Riddle? Nothing posted yet! Watch this space!

One-Shots

Hearts & Arrows (5.7k words - Rated Gen - Romione): Canon-compliant Hogwarts. Ron & Hermione's relationship gets a helping hand (well, sort of!) from Hogwarts resident cupids

Enigma (2.4k words - Rated Gen): Canon-compliant Hogwarts. Hermione character study, examining her childhood friendships - or rather, the lack of them.

The Pink Bedroom on the First Floor (2k words - Rated Gen - Hinny): Canon-compliant post-DH. Ginny reflects on the importance of her childhood bedroom as she starts a new chapter of her life.

Body Positive (9k words - Rated M - Hinny): Canon-compliant Hogwarts & post-DH. Eight lessons that Ginny Weasley learns about her body, and her changing relationship with it, throughout her life.

Electric (Blue) (3.5k words - Rated E - Hinny): Canon-compliant post-DH. Ginny is contractually obliged to attend the Q.U.A.B.B.L.E.'s annual charity ball, so Harry is obliged to go with her. Luckily, she's happy to make it worth his while!

More Action Than The Western Front (2.5k words - Rated M - Various): Canon-compliant post-DH. What's a red-blooded wizard like Bill Weasley to do when he needs a little privacy? He gets creative! Unfortunately, he isn't the only one...

The Wedding Dress (1.3k words - Rated M - Hinny): Canon-compliant post-DH. On the day of her wedding to Harry, Ginny's conversation with Aunt Muriel is rather more awkward than she's letting on.

Not Even A Little Bit, Not Even At All (6.8k words - Rated E - Jily): Canon-divergent AU. A late night argument between James and Lily spirals out of control, with unexpected consequences.

Restraint (2.4k words - Rated M - Romione): Canon-compliant post-DH. Ron and Hermione get themselves into a bit of a pickle when they attempt to spice things up in the bedroom!

Like Water (1.9k words - Rated T - Jily): Marauders at Hogwarts. When James won't shut up and Sirius finally loses his patience, there are unfortunate consequences for more than one person.

The Changing Room (1.9k words - Rated T - Jily): Marauders at Hogwarts. Head Girl Lily has an epiphany when she tracks down her Head Boy in the changing room after Quidditch practice.

What I Think Of When I Think Of You (2.1k words - Rated T - Hinny): Canon-compliant post-DH. Harry Potter isn't impressed with his fiancee's choice of Halloween costume.

Microfics

Hinny Microfics Series (Ongoing - various ratings/warnings - Hinny): A series of the various Hinny Microfics I've written, all together in one place. Mix of Hogwarts, post-DH, Canon-compliant, Muggle & Magical AUs

Jily Microfics Series (Ongoing - various ratings/warnings - Jily): A series of the various Jily Microfics I've written, all together in one place. Mix of Hogwarts, post-DH, Canon-compliant, Muggle & Magical AUs

#my fics #my writing #harry potter fanfiction

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dira333 · 1 year ago

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Secrets

James "Rhodey" Rhodes x Reader

Prompt: “My boss came into work wearing a T-Rex costume, and the day just got worse from there.”

“My boss came into work wearing a T-Rex costume, and the day just got worse from there.”

“No,” the man next to you at the bar, tall, dark, handsome and not a stranger anymore, shakes his head with a laugh, “No. You’re lying. That can only be a lie.”

“It isn’t, I promise,” you hold up your hands as if that gesture was the only thing needed to prove your innocence.

He’s still laughing and you revel in the sound of it, deep, rich and hearty.

How could this happen anyway?

About an hour ago you had stepped into this bar, planning to meet a friend you haven’t seen in ages, adamant on enjoying one rare evening for yourself after a terrible day at work.

Your friend had not appeared. By the time her message reached you, she had already been half an hour late. Should you stay, open for what might happen if you gave life the chance or should you leave and enjoy the rest of your free night with a good movie and some fastfood at home?

You were about to drink up and leave, your bed calling your name in a way that made you feel older than you really were, when that good looking guy from across the bar had taken his drink and walked over to you.

“You look like good company,” he said, stopping a few steps away from you, “Do you mind a chat?”

“Depends,” you had answered. Despite the fact that he was good looking you wouldn’t just give up bed and fastfood for anyone. “Why did you come to this bar anyway?”

He smiled, leaning his shoulder against the bar. With you sitting and him standing you were just a little bit taller than him, but he did not seem intimidated by it.

“Actually my friend wanted to meet me here. It’s one of our favorites spots to get a drink after work.”

“And he has stood you up?”

The stranger sighed, taking a sip from his drink.

“What can I say. He’s a workaholic. Messaged me that he had an idea he needed to work on and he would come later but I know him a bit too well to believe that.”

You smiled and stretched out your hand.

“Well, I suffer from the same fate. I’m Y/N.”

“James Rhodes, my friends call me Rhodey,” he took your hand in his and smiled, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Okay, your turn.”

You smiled and took a sip of your drink. Time had passed way too quickly. You had drank, you had eaten and now you were just passing the time between drinks with silly get-to-know-me games. Currently it was two truths, one lie and he was very good at calling you out.

“Well, I like to sing while showering, I’d love to have a dog one day and,” he smiled, looking at you, “I’d really like to take you out again.”

You only realize you’d taken his hand when he curls his fingers around yours.

“Looks like all three of them are true,” you tell him slowly, smiling, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand.

Things like this normally don’t happen to you.

A week later…

“Y/N, can you please take that upstairs?”

You look up from the document you had been working on, smiling at Loretta, the longest serving office worker at Stark Company.

“Sure thing. Is he in the office?”

“I don’t think so,” Pepper rolls her eyes with a smile that tells you that she’s not the least bit annoyed by her bosses behaviour.

“Should I look for him?”

“If you have the time. Oh, that boyfriend of yours…”

You send her a surprised look. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” you try to argue and she laughs.

“I apologize if I was reading you wrong, but you’ve been different this past week.”

“Oh? Well, there is someone, but we’re not in the boyfriend girlfriend stage.”

Loretta smiles friendly. “Well, I’ll voice my invitation to bring him to our business party very quietly then.”

You snort. “I will keep it in mind, now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and hunt down my boss.”

She laughs at that and lets you leave.

Somehow, looking for Tony Stark has become the better part of your job in the last months.

According to Loretta, it means that you are trustworthy enough to let you walk up and down the tower.

It’s not that you don’t believe Loretta, or that you aren’t thankful for being trusted, but you could do with a task that involves less walking up and down stairs in pretty but uncomfortable high heels.

You could wear flats to work, but those shoes just look too good on you not to wear them.

Five steps on your way up the stairs your phone bleeps with an incoming message.

You pull it out of your blazer’s pocket, smiling involuntarily when you see that it’s from Rhodey.

“Saturday?” He asks.

The next message arrives while you’re still thinking about an answer.

“Does your crazy T-Rex boss allow you a free weekend?”

“I hope he does,” you write back, “But you never know if he gets hungry.”

You find Tony in the lab.

“Just put it somewhere,” he says when he sees the documents in your hands.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” you tell him, “It’s your speech for the MIT graduates and if I put it somewhere you won’t even look at it.”

He eyes you and for a moment you’re not sure if you have gone to far, but then he grins.

“Fine, I’ll look over it.”

“Oh, and…” You stop to clear your throat, regretting your decision to speak up already.

“And what?”

“Can I have saturday off? I have a date.”

“A date? Do I know the guy?”

“You know half the world,” you tell him, “So it’s quite possible.”

“Name?”

“No name,” you tell him and he pulls a face at that. “Tall, dark and handsome.”

“Damn, that could be everyone, including me.”

You laugh at that. “You might be tall and handsome, but you’re definitely not dark.”

“You should see me during summer,” he jokes and you laugh even more.

“Still not dark,” you tell him and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine. You get saturday off. You know what, you can have this evening off too, I’ll be here working on my speech anyway.”

“Are you sure?” You don’t want to risk your chance of a free evening, but you don’t want to jump on the offer in case he’s making a joke.

“Absolutely sure, but you should better leave before I realize that I could use your help with the speech.”

“And I’m gone.”

- “I know we promised that we wouldn’t talk about our jobs,” Rhodey says when you hand him a glass of wine, “But I still have to ask you. How was your day?”

You smile, something you seem to be doing almost nonstop when you’re around him.

“Pretty good,” you answer, “And yours?”

“Aah,” he takes a sip, “And we’re diving into the work talk. It was survivable…”

#Rhodey x reader #War machine x reader #Avengers x reader #James Rhodey x reader #james rhodes #my writing

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bookgeekgrrl · 2 years ago

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My media this week (9-15 Apr 2023)

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📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰Love Exactly (darter_blue) - 64K, zimbits AU - fluffy AU with a chance meeting in a bar and instalove - fun read, like wrapping a warm blanket around yourself

😊👂‍Death Beside the Seaside (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #6) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - Emily & Flo try to take a holiday at the seaside but there's no sea and a surprising number of internal spies. -

😍Wish Granted (ambut) - 40K, stucky no powers AU - reread of this fave D/s getting together fic

😊👂‍A Botanist's Guide to Parties and Poisons (Saffron Everleigh Mystery #1) (Kate Khavari, author; Jodie Harris, narrator) - entertaining enough cozy mystery set in 1920s British academia with the standard 'plucky & smart-but-also-foolish' amateur detective (newly minted botanist) trying to exonerate her mentor from murder charges. I enjoyed it enough that I might read another but I'm not feral for it

🥰Winter's Children (Neery) - 66K, stucky - "When their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum failed, Hydra started trying to breed Captain America clones from his genetic samples. Unfortunately, the serum's effects aren't passed down genetically, so instead of an army of tiny Captain Americas, they get a bunch of tow-headed, asthmatic, allergic, immuno-compromised little Steves. And then the Winter Soldier stumbles across Hydra's failed experiment…" - just a great fucking fic. I stayed up until 1AM to read and I am too fucking old to be doing nonsense like that, but it was totally worth it.

😍Fourth Floor (dirtybinary) - 41K, stucky modern magic AU - "The one where Steve is an angry millennial wizard, Sam is a Disney prince, Natasha is a shapeshifter, and Bucky is a spoiler."

🥰👂‍Rattling Bone (OutFoxing the Paranormal #2) (Jordan L Hawk, author; Tristan James, narrator) - another enjoyable & spooky ghost hunting adventure with the OutFoxing The Paranormal found family, this time dealing with Oscar's actual family history/trauma.

🥰You're the One That I Want (PR Zed (przed)) - 53K, stucky modern no powers AU - reread, angsty arranged-marriage-for-insurance that is so satisfying

💖💖 +203K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

toasty warm heart (wearing_tearing) - Stranger Things: steddie, 9K - TOO FUCKING CUTE AND WARM AND FLUFFY

as sunshine falls on the wretched (KivrinEngle) - The Hobbit: gen, 18K - a very sweet canon-divergent AU where bilbo adopts a lost little dwarf baby

Handy (softestpunk) - The Sandman: dreamling, 3K - ceramicist Dream lusts after handyman Hob, doesn't make his move, is sad but is saved when he meets the hot professor he's giving a guest lecture for - short and sweet!

the game is on again (ReinventAndBelieve) - The Witcher: Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel, 7K - hot and tender af!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Dirty Laundry - s2, e5-7

Ted Lasso - s3, e5 [x2]

The Brokenwood Mysteries - s9, e1

Uncommon Comfort Reads with Malka Older, Martha Wells, KJ Charles, and T Kingfisher - super fun panel

Schmigadoon! - s1, e1-6

Schmigadoon! (Schmicago!) - s2, e1

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

99% Invisible #316 - The Shipping Forecast

The Sporkful - Bill Nye, The FOOD Science Guy!

Big Gay Fiction Podcast - A Trip to the Ballpark with KD Casey

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Places Our Families Took Us

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Ashley House

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fairy Circles

Vibe Check - A Satisfied Geriatric Millennial

99% Invisible #532 - For a Dollar and a Dream

⭐The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fun and Funny Science with Mary Roach

Off Menu - Ep 187: Lily Allen

Into It - Are We Into Taylor Swift's Breakup, Lofi Girl, and a Baby Shark Podcast? {worth a listen to hear whatshisname Alwyn described as 'sentient mayo'}

You're Dead To Me - Al Andalus

ICYMI Plus - Meet the Internet’s Princess

Welcome to Night Vale #226 - Creditors

⭐Hit Parade Plus - The British Are Charting Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

CREDITS: Burt Bacharach

AM In The A.M.: '70s Pop Morning

Classic Sunny Afternoon

Best Of '81 To '85 [Ratt]

Essential Glam Rock

Ratt radio

"Summertime Girls" [Y&T] radio

The Fixx radio

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arpov-blog-blog · 1 year ago

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...."Judge Arthur Engoron issued the warning after Trump threw his hands up in frustration and conferred with his lawyers during real estate appraiser Doug Larson’s second day of testimony, according to The Associated Press (AP).

Kevin Wallace, a lawyer with the state attorney general’s office, requested that Engoron ask the defense to “stop commenting during the witness’s testimony,” noting that Trump’s comments were audible on the witness side of the room. Engoron then asked everyone to keep their voices down, “particularly if it’s meant to influence the testimony,” the AP reported.

The admonition came during Trump’s second bout attending his sprawling fraud trial in person. He was also in attendance for the start of the trial earlier this month, where his frustration similarly dictated the proceedings.

The former president often grumbled, scowled or threw his hands up before exiting to deliver fiery stump speeches in the courthouse hallways. When that rage manifested in attacks on court staff on Truth Social, Engoron issued a limited gag order barring Trump or other parties in the case from posting or speaking about his employees.

Trump has called the trial a “witch hunt” and lambasted both Engoron and New York Attorney General Letitia James for their roles in the case. He has denied any wrongdoing.

James sued Trump, the Trump Organization and Trump’s two adult sons — Donald Trump Jr. and Eric Trump — last year, claiming they engaged in decades of fraud by falsely inflating and deflating the value of their assets to receive lower taxes and better insurance coverage. James’s office is asking for $250 million in financial penalties and a ban on Trump and his children serving as officers or directors of New York companies.

Before the trial even began, Engoron found that James had proved the crux of her case, ruling that Trump and his co-defendants were liable for fraud. The decision stripped some of Trump’s business licenses and increased the likelihood he might lose control of some of his famed properties — the same ones that catapulted him to fame, television success and eventually the White House.

Trump’s legal team appealed the ruling and asked for a stay in both the decision and the trial until an appeals court could hear their case. The New York appellate division declined to stay the trial and most of the ruling, but did halt the cancellation of Trump’s business licenses.

The fraud trial, which is expected to run through December, is the first of a slew of trials Trump will encounter next year as he continues his bid for the White House as the top GOP presidential primary candidate. Trump faces a combined 91 charges across four criminal cases and is a party in more than a half-dozen civil lawsuits."

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wayward-persephone · 2 years ago

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Bestie, can you please tell me who and how some of these guys would chase you?? I just have the primal urge to be hunted 😭💕

I'm a s l u t for Primal Play 🥴🥵

Who would chase you:

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Edward Dalton

Troy Dyer

King Aurvandil War-Raven

Sal Procida

James Costa

How they would chase you:

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

He would probably let you "escape" before actually hunting you down. The longer he chases after you, the more you slip from his grasp, he gets more and more aroused. He would absolutely tackle you into the dirt and take you right then and there. If it's in a place not so private he would simply toss you into the back of his van and fuck you there. He's all deep animalistic growls and rough hands, both of your pants undone enough just for him to get inside you. He's claiming you all over again.

Edward Dalton

He's the exact definition of a predator and he would use all his enhanced senses to hunt you down. He totally gets into his element and it even scares you how intense he gets but your excitement eventually pushes your fear to the back burner. When he finds you, his eyes are glowing and his fangs are barred, and he absolutely draws blood so he could taste you while he holds you down and fucks into you.

Troy Dyer

Basically adult tag. Very playful and will alternate with tickling so you are running around squealing and giggling as he gives chase. You both are grinning and breathing heavily and eventually he drags you to him after catching you again. His kisses are hungry and deep, hands cupping your face to hold you still, and it definitely progresses to where he's fucking you in whatever room he caught you in.

King Aurvandil War-Raven

Hunting you is one of his favorite hobbies. It keeps him occupied, keeps him sharp, and it always ends with you screaming his name as he wrecks you. The longer you went without being caught, the louder he wants you to scream, and everybody gives him a wide berth when they see him stalking down the halls with glittering eyes and a wicked smile.

Sal Procida

It's more teasing and almost sensual. As he chases you around the house he will let his mouth run the entire time. Telling you exactly what he's going to do to you, how pretty you will look bouncing on his cock, and how hard his is for you. There's been plenty of occasions where the sheer filth coming from him shocked you still just long enough for him to catch you.

James Costa

His words are playful, but his eyes are nothing but pure hunger when he stalks you. You absolutely feel like prey and your fear is nearly equal with your excitement. Sometimes he lets you run good and far before catching you with laughable ease and you know he's just playing with his food at that point. He definitely has left marks on you that lingered for days afterwards and he seems all to smug when he catches you limping the next day.

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allwaswell16 · 2 years ago

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This is a fic rec of One Direction fics in which Louis is the younger character in a pairing or the youngest in the group as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here! If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! Happy reading!

-Larry-

🖤 Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, older Harry, mpreg Harry, accidental pregnancy, heat, insecure Harry, lawyer Harry, theatre manager Louis, age difference, smut)

When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity.

🖤 Off The Record by Tomlinsontoes / @pianolouis

(M, 90k, actor Louis, publicist Harry, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, tattoos, pining, younger Louis, eventual smut)

Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't.

🖤 I'm On the Hunt Now (I'm After You) by @afangirlfantasy

(M, 56k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, soulmates, wolves, mating, marking, supernatural elements, pack dynamics, angst with a happy ending, mpreg Louis, smut)

an AU where Alpha Harry and Omega Louis have a lot more than falling in love to deal with after The Mating Ceremony.

🖤 Spoonful of Sugar by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(E, 47k, series, mob boss Harry, enemies to lovers, size difference, age difference, injury, violence, smut)

To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

🖤 Two Steps Behind by sacredheart

(T, 38k, younger Louis, childhood friends, hurt feelings high school au)

Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry's.

🖤 Epiphany by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 30k, historical, 1980s, Italy, writer Harry, student Louis, romance, cuddling, stubborn Louis, insecurity, age gap, angst, hate to love)

It was the summer of 1984 when Harry inherited his grandfather's estate and wealth.

🖤 honey, make this easy by sweetums / @darlou

(E, 25k, uni student Louis, nanny Louis, art dealer Harry, grief/mourning, kid fic, sexual tension, age difference, sex tapes, public sex, smut)

Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

🖤 i'll find a home inside your heart by pleasinglouis

(E, 25k, silver fox Harry, real estate agent Louis, doctor Harry, age difference, smut)

the Silver Foxrry fic

🖤 sweet like cherry vodka by dilfrry

(NR, 8k, sugar baby Louis, sugar daddy Harry, silver fox Harry, uni student Louis, light dom/sub, CEO Harry, age gap, fluff, smut)

the Silver Fox Sugar Daddy Harry x Uni Student Sugar Baby Louis fic

🖤 may we all have a vision now and then by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(M, 4k, gay bar, American au, older Harry, first meeting, fluff, vulnerability, age difference, feelings, kissing, smut)

On a cold December night, Louis meets Harry for the first time.

-Rare Pairs-

🖤 Little Lion Man by Writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog

(E, 123k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, Harry Potter universe, coming of age, magic, supernatural elements, homophobia, kink exploration, hurt/comfort, character injury, soulmates, smut)

As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger.

🖤 Pretty Little Plaything by Phillipa19

(E, 55k, series, Zayn/Louis, silver fox Zayn, age gap, sugar baby Louis, falling in love, insecure Louis, dom/sub, rich Zayn, jealousy, charity events, marriage, past abuse, smut)

Louis is Zayn's little toy, his precious pet, to play with and keep safe.

🖤 I'm Ready for the Worst by @lululawrence

(NR, 26k, Louis/Greg James, canon, age difference, older Greg, secret relationship, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, flirting, famous/famous, fwb, friends to lovers, humor, anxiety, grief/mourning, no smut)

Greg had never been able to put a finger on what it was exactly, but he’d been enthralled and hooked from the first moment he’d seen his bright smile and flamboyant mannerisms.

#ficrec #1dsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #phillipa19 #gaycousinlarry #dilfrry #pleasinglouis #darlou #poetsreprieve #zanniscaramouche #afangirlfantasy #pianolouis #kingsofeverything #writcraft #lululawrence

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tumbledfreckles · 4 years ago

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can you write a drunk!lily fic, preferably one where james is forced to reject her drunken advances? I've read several but I can never get enough of it!

This is probably a little different than what you meant. Hope you still enjoy!

"POTTER!"

James barely caught Lily as she threw herself into his arms in the crowded bar.

"Oh, uh, hello," he smiled, albeit a bit uncertainly, before sending greetings over her shoulder. "Marlene, McDonald, having a good night?"

"Not as good as Lily's," Mary indicated dryly at the full table of empties next to her.

"Turns out she was quite thirsty," Marlene held out a receipt. "She said you'd get the tab, though. Generous of you."

"I know, right. You're welcome." James took the receipt with one hand, the other still wrapped around Lily as she nuzzled into his neck.

"You're very affectionate tonight," he commented mildly, stroking a hand over her hair.

"You smell nice," Lily murmured, her lips startling James as she pressed them to his skin in a wet, noisy kiss.

"Oi," he tried to pull back, but she caught him by the belt loops, her hands making quick work of unluckily his t-shirt and sneaking underneath.

"You feel good," James shivered at her touch, cold fingers sharp against his warm stomach. "I want to feel good." Her hands dropped back to his belt, attempting to slide underneath.

James jolted and pushed her gently. "You're drunk. Let's get you home to bed."

Lily brightened, "Bed. Will you come with me?"

James tried to ignore Mary and Marlene as they cackled at the state of their friend. He continued to fend off Lily's hands as he handed over a credit card to the waiting bartender. "Lay off. Hey! We're in public. Geez, Lil."

Lily pouted. "I just want to touch you."

"And that's great. Really. Waited years to hear that. But I don't really want to give this club a show."

"Party pooper," Lily sagged against him, sinking her head into his chest.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm the worst," James kissed the top of her head as he wrapped an arm back around her weight, aware he was probably going to mostly carry her out of the club. "Do you girls want a ride?"

Both shook their heads.

"I still need to find my own Prince Charming," Mary grinned.

"And I need to see if he has a hot wingwoman," Marlene winked.

"Happy hunting, then," James nodded them off, then looked down at Lily, whose hands were now playing with the zipper on his jacket. "Come on, Mrs Potter. Time to go home."

Lily smiled up at him, all doe eyes and innocence. "Finally."

#jily #jily fic #jily drabble #jily prompt #fluff and stuff #jily fanfic #freckles answers things #freckles writes #freckles does prompts

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hnnyoongs · 4 years ago

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akai shuichi headcanons

shuichi wears a beanie all the time because he's self conscious about hir hairline .... and I mean who can blame him? id be too

shuichi saw gin when he was visiting Japan in the 10 years ago flashback and was like ooh long hair is cool AND it'll piss ka-san off flash forward 5 years later when shuichi infiltrates the BO and is like fUck cool long hair dude is a psycho

shuichi cut his hair off when he heard akemi was killed by gin he kinda went into the whole mental breakdown mode and was like fuck this shit because he started growing his hair out cuz of gin and also akemi really liked his long hair

shuichi used to be a band kid when he lived in England and wanted to pursue a career in music (much to the chagrin of Mary) but after tsutomu disappeared he was like fuck that and stopped playing until he entered the BO

shuichi has a really bad memory about things that dont have to do anything with his job kinda like BBC's Sherlock but not as bad

shuichi used to find dead bodies when he was a kid just like shinichi but it wasn't as often maybe like a dead body once a year or something

shuichi named himself dai because that's what Mary actually wanted to name him when she was giving birth she was screaming die die die and tsutomu wasn't there yet so she was like aight die sounds like the japanese name dai the only reason shuichi wasn't named that was that tsutomu burst in and was like FUCK NO

shuichi was picked on when training for the FBI since compared to 6 foot jock white men shuichi was a 5 foot 7 asian with long hair and dressed like a teenage girl who frequented Starbucks in the toxic environment of the FBI for anyone who doesnt fit the mold shuichi had it cut out for him

shuichi showed signs of multiple mental illnesses but they were all difficult to pin down so he was never diagnosed with anything since he refused to talk at the FBI mandated therapy sessions

shuichi's type is someone who is kind but could wield a gun

he used to dislike kids but being around them as okiya has made SOME kids special in his heart

before tsutomu's disspeareance he taught shuichi how to hunt with a shotgun

shuichi lived off of sports drinks and bars whenever he was single since he couldn't rely on take out due to it being unhealthy which wouldn't help his FBI styled life

shuichi taught akemi simple self defense techniques but refuses to teach her how to shoot a gun saying he didn't want her hands to get dirty

shuichi and shukichi blackmail each other for favors by using the "ill tell ka-san you did that one thing that you blamed dad for when we were kids if u dont help me out"

scotch once told him that bourbon's type was a white milf (in reference to Elena who was white and was a mother) so shuichi was scared as fuck when rei met Mary's adult self for the first time

shuichi hates being compared to his mother but the truth is they're the most similar and they both started mimicking tsutomu after his disappearance

the only thing shuichi knew how to cook before meeting yukiko was plain white rice as that was the only thing tsutomu was able to teach him

shuichi mimics an American accent while talking in America or talking in English unless he's talking to his family or he's mentally shook up and his British accent slips out

he thinks in British accented English as well (idc if the animanga shows him thinking in japanese it makes no sense that western raised people like Jodie and camel think in japanese) but he does use some japanese like ka-san and when he's trying to get deep into his okiya persona

he tries very hard to keep the polite speech patterns of okiya Subaru since as akai shuichi he's very .. rude

shuichi's sniper skills were so good the fbi was willing to overlook his disrespect of authority and his tendency to do everything by himself without consulting everyone

shuichi slips into a British accent around James if he's feeling really comfortable

he felt bad about using shiho since she was only a year older than masumi and she hadn't done anything wrong so he vowed to get her and akemi out of the BO

he had a plan to get akemi and shiho out by convincing the higher ups to grant them immunity if they testified but akemi's death derailed the entire thing

he hates to admit it but his family is the most important thing to him he may not contact them that often but he's going to such lengths to bring his father back because he cares for his family so much

shuichi didnt really know what he wanted to do with his life once he took down his father's pursuers but after akemi and scotch he decided that if he solved his father's disappearance first he'd hunt down the BO next tho once learning that Haneda Koji’s death had something to do with the BO he's back at the thing where he doesn't know what to do with his life without revenge

he promised shukichi that he'd be the one to solve shukichi's death if what happened to Haneda kohji also happens to shukichi

he isn't a fan of dates in amusement parks but if it makes his partner happy and smile he'll have fun

dating Jodie was a quiet thing most likely from an attachment maybe due to a bad case or a loss of a mutual friend depending on the agency they might have been legally allowed to date each other but it is usually looked down upon I dont think they went out together often probably spending time together at home ... doing stuff

he identifies as bisexual it was normal to him in childhood since both Mary and tsutomu talked about their past relationships to their children he never told anyone due to the fact it would affect his FBI status since it was illegal in America shukichi and Mary know he's bi but shuichi has no idea Mary knows

akemi and shuichi would take strolls in parks go shopping and go to cafes

he's very self conscious about his height and whenever he goes to Japan it makes him feel good about himself since he's relatively tall there

Mary was the one who drilled japanese into his head not tsutomu

the last time shuichi talked to Mary was when he called her up to tell her to take masumi and leave Japan for Britain after masumi cornered him and scotch him and Mary had a whole argument and after that they stopped talking to each other, not that they talked to each other much in the first place

shuichi learned jee kun do by watching training videos from vhs tapes/cds/YouTube depending on when you consider detco taking place I personally believe conan shrinks in 2018 meaning that tsutomu disappeared in 2001 and shuichi used a mixture of tapes and cds to learn

shuichi can read people really well but has a hard time manipulating people by being nice he can use people by being a jackass very well but trying to be a normal person is hard for him

Yukiko and yusaku remind shuichi of his parents before tsutomu disappeared but like more upbeat

shuichi dislikes full body hugs

akemi and shiho were both anime and romance drama fans so he knows random things about the shows and uses that info to connect with the DB and especially haibara

he considered himself British first and foremost but when asked about whether he considers himself white or asian he'll always go with asian

he started smoking soon after his father disappeared since his father used to smoke and he needed to cope but didn't wanna fall into drugs like cocaine

smoking is heavily looked down upon in America and is seen as unprofessional which helped shuichi go undercover a bunch due to him being a heavy smoker

akemi would make him stop smoking around her and shiho saying that second hand smoking was dangerous and that shuichi who was smoking constantly was going to get lung cancer but he would tell her that he just couldn't stop smoking he did stop smoking around shiho and akemi tho going outside to do it instead

as okiya it makes him go wild because he desperately needs to smoke to cope but okiya cant smoke it doesnt fit his image so he smokes a shit ton at night during his nightly drives

shuichi forced himself not to smoke during his time visiting Japan when he met masumi because he knew Mary would get even more upset with him

shuichi was terrible driving American styled cars and he got so upset that he perfected his drive-in techiuque over the years just to spite the instructor that said he was barely passing

he likes to go on late night drives and speed on the high way because he's a thrill seeking idiot

he has no social media but he created on as okiya Subaru to keep an eye on haibara's higo stan account

he takes offense to the idea that he's stalking haibara he's just p r o t e c t i n g her

he wants shiho to be happy more than anything so he's an avid coai shipper and is exhausted in Conan's obliviousness

shuichi didnt tell shukichi he wasn't actually dead shukichi just walked up to okiya Subaru one day and was like shuuichi-ni-san right? shuichi has long stopped questioning shukichi's weird ways of knowing shit he shouldn't know

shuichi is a sherlockian but he's not like shinichi or hakuba in that he does not hate BBC's Sherlock and actually enjoys it a bit

one upside to shuichi living in America is that he gets to hoard guns because he's obsessed with them he thinks they're really cool it's like conan with Sherlock he starts yapping his mouth of about them

bourbon once dangled a gun on in front of a sleeping shuichi cuz he didnt believe scotch when he said that rye was obsessed with guns and started saying incorrect shit about the type of gun he was holding and shuichi just shot up and started berating him

shuichi hates that chianti is a killer because she's the only person who's as much as a gun fanatic as he is

he tends to steal Jodie's car a lot

he likes fucking with peoples heads it's very fun to him to watch them get all worked up

shuichi hasn't mourned his father yet because he doesnt believe his father’s dead

deep down he blames his father for his mother going slightly bonkers

he didnt want masumi to be a detective at first but now hes proud of her

he drinks a lot as okiya Subaru since he cant smoke as much

he's willing to go to hell if it means he can rip gin from limp to limp

he really hates gin yall I dont think I can convey how much he hates gin

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jadekitty777 · 3 years ago

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Hunting Season, Chapter 7

I was surprised to discover last chapter was the longest; I was certain this one would beat it on word count.

But well... we’ve reached the end. Is it time to remind you guys this was a V7 canon storyline? You know what’s coming.

Well actually, no you probably don’t. You have no idea what I did xD

For everyone who has read this from start to finish, thank you so much! I hope you enjoyed it and will still enjoy this final chapter as well!

Prompt for Day 7 1: Trembling

Rating: T

Word Count: 3700

Summary: Having grown up in the slums of Mantle, Clover knew what feeling constantly unsafe felt like. But, with rising tensions between the cities, a precarious election leaving his people on the line, and a war on the horizon, things had never felt more perilous.

Then, Qrow Branwen arrives with eight huntsmen-in-training in tow, all of them earnestly offering to help. While the extra assistance is an incalculable relief, Clover simply can’t be more excited – and maybe a little nervous - to be paired up with the famous Huntsman of Vale.

There was only one problem:

Qrow couldn’t stop staring at his ears.

(Or, Volume 7, except Clover is a deer Faunus and that changes everything)

Ao3 Link: With a Hunting Party

The ding of the elevator reaching its first destination was louder than normal, a sharp sting to his overtaxed senses. While the night had been successful, it had also been long and miserable, and with dawn’s arrival only an hour away, he was pushing twenty-four hours. He couldn’t imagine how the rest of the team was fairing.

At least one of his temporary allies still had a bit of a spring in her step, Robyn striding out the doors as they opened, purpose to continue aiding the control room with the evacuation efforts keeping her head up high.

“Hey.” Clover called after her. She paused, glancing back. He hoped his smile wasn’t as tired as the rest of him felt. “Good luck.”

It was much more sincere than the last time he’d said it to her.

Robyn dipped her head in a curt nod, but her tone was warm as she replied, “Thanks Stag. For tonight.” Her eyes flickered to his left. “You too Scruff.”

Qrow just grunted an acknowledgment from where he lent against one of the elevator walls, too occupied with trying to master sleeping standing up. It didn’t seem to bother the huntress as she continued on her way.

As the doors closed and continued their way up, Clover let some of his bluster evaporate, slumping next to the other huntsman. After a brief pause, Qrow tilted a bit sideways, resting his head against his shoulder.

It was nice and Clover had to fight the urge to press his face into the other’s nest of fluffy hair. As lovely as it was, it was no doubt layered with smoke and grime. “Doing good?”

“Mmm. Better now that that freak’s behind bars.” A heavy breath was released and then more of Qrow’s weight was on him.

“You were worried?” He asked, surprised. Sure, Callows was psychotic – but between three highly trained huntsmen? He never stood a damn chance.

There was a bit of hesitation and Qrow finally opened his eyes, frown pronounced. “Didn’t go all that great the first time ‘round for me.” Oh. “Thanks… y’know for, having my back and all.”

Something swelled in his chest and dirt be damned, he nuzzled into the other’s hair, grinning. “Always Stardust.”

The returned grumbles were half-hearted at best.

They didn’t have much longer to chat, the next ding (somehow louder than the last) announcing their arrival to the top floor.

“Time to go.” Clover sighed and though all he truly wanted was to burrow into his bed and sleep for a week, he marched for the exit, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the ache as he schooled himself back into work mode.

With a groan, Qrow peeled himself away from the wall, looking like he was feeling every one of his forty-three years as he followed after. “What d’ya think Jimmy wants anyhow?”

He wished he knew. James’ order had been a curt call to regroup and while he sounded stern as ever there had been an underlying current of something Clover had not been able to place. He wasn’t one to dwell though, knowing his General would debrief them upon arrival. “I’m not-”

That’s when he heard it. His ears pulled up, angling forward just to be sure, but it was unmistakable.

Someone was crying.

Heart in his throat, his pace quickened unconsciously, until he was nearly sprinting.

“Clover?” Qrow, not missing a beat, kept pace with him, more alert than he’d been a second ago.

James’ door was open – which already spelled something wrong but as he came onto the scene, Clover wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. A quick sweep told him the Ace-Ops and team RWBY were present – but JNR was worryingly absent. James stood away from them all, gazing out his back window, Due Process hanging limp from one hand while the other rested in a sling. Clover’s gaze dropped to the floor, where the source of the crying was: Ruby, curled up in a ball, partially buried in her sister’s lap.

She sounded like she was grieving.

“Ruby!” Qrow’s shouted as he hurried to his niece’s side, dropping down beside her.

The movement seemed to stir the room – most everyone else glancing between the lithe huntsman and Clover. The kids were visibly distressed; and even his own seasoned team appeared shaken.

Unwilling to rattle them further, he set his jaw and paced forward with all the confidence he could muster, asking calmly, “Sir, what happened?”

That’s when James whirled on him, snapping tightly, “And where have you two been?!”

Try as he might, Clover couldn’t help leaning back a bit, confused by the other’s sudden fury. He shared a brief, uncertain glance with Qrow who seemed just as taken aback, before facing his outraged commander once more. “Detaining Tyrian sir.”

“Tch! As if that even matters anymore!” Without warning, James slammed his gun against the window behind him, the light dust that protected it rippling with a shattering noise as if he’d actually broken it.

The noise drilled into his skull, ears dropping on reflex. In the corner of his eye, he could see Blake’s doing the same. Confusion only mounting, he took a deep breath, treading more carefully, “What do you mean?” He glanced around, asking to the room this time, “What’s going on?”

It was Elm, close to his left, who spoke up, her voice tinier than he could ever remember, “Salem’s coming. She appeared in Grimm smoke and told us herself.”

“What?!” Qrow burst out, echoing the shock that played a staccato rhythm in Clover’s chest.

She was coming? Now? They weren’t anywhere near ready for another attack! Their forces hadn’t had any time to rest and though most of the Grimm had been cleared over the long hours of the night, with the heat still off the citizens of Mantle were in dire need of evacuation before hypothermia set in. If Salem swooped in during the middle of all that, thousands were going to die.

“Our sentries on the borders are all out of contact. We’ve likely only got an hour until she’s at our doorstep.” Vine reported next, but his mild tone did little to lessen the blow.

For the first time since the night started, a sense of hopelessness filled him. There was no time. No time for Mantle. No time for their army. No time for themselves.

Salem had effectively checkmated them.

“She,” Ruby hiccupped from her spot on the ground, “She talked about mom.”

Qrow scowled. “Of course she fucking did.”

“Well, she’s not the only one who talked.” Harriet snapped. She had always been swift to anger; it was one of her more critical flaws though thankfully one she often kept off the battlefield.

Still, Clover knew when she was trying to pick a fight, and clamped a hand down on her shoulder before she could approach the kids. “Harriet, enough! We-”

“No!” She violently shrugged him off, though she didn’t advance further, merely spit at them, “How much else didn’t you tell us?! And giving Robyn intel on the tower, what were you thinking!”

His own eyes widened, breath sticking in his throat.

Before the revelation even had time to truly simmer, Blake strode forward, her body and her words like a barrier for her team, “That was on me, not them! I chose to tell her.”

“We did. Us; no one else.” Yang stressed, literally and figuratively rising to her partner’s defense. “But it turned out fine!”

Harriet took a sharp inhale, ready to shrill, but for once, Clover was faster. “Just because there weren’t any consequences, doesn’t mean you both weren’t being absurdly ignorant!” He ignored the sharp glare that earned him from Qrow – he’d deal with the fallout later. Instead, he focused on the two young women before him, heat in his chest that he tried to hold down. “Salem’s faction was already working one side of the election – had she of been playing both sides, you would have risked our entire operation!”

Hunching down the way Blake did made her look more like a cat then her ears, baring her teeth a bit, “Just because you don’t like her-”

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was even fear, hiding in the corners of his mind and slowly eating away his stability that did it. But whatever it was, the anger in him reached a breaking point.

“I’m not the one being fooled by a politician putting a pretty Faunus on her arm to win votes!” He shouted, hardly recognizing his own voice.

“But you sure are bullheaded enough that you refuse to see those willing to change things!”

Things spiraled out of control, as his team who had drifted closer to his side upon his arrival, all spoke up at once.

“That’s not-!” Marrow, waving his hands agitatedly.

“I believe-” Vine tried, calmly.

“You can’t just say-” Elm cried, clearly affronted.

“Don’t you dare-” Harriet, still spitting mad.

“Blake that’s enough!” Qrow snapped sharply. Hearing him defend him, when Clover hadn’t even expected it, did a weird thing to his still-burning heart.

“Enough!” James bellowed over them all, bringing the room back to silence instantly. The look he aimed at them made Clover feel like he was a rookie again. “We have a war heading towards us and you are all bickering like children! I don’t care what you have to do to do it, but pull yourselves together Huntsmen!”

He winced, jerking into parade rest almost by habit. “Yes sir!”

The rest of the Aceops quickly echoed him.

Under the chorus, Qrow gathered himself to his own feet. “Hate to agree, but Jimmy’s right. This shit can wait.” He gave the girls, who both still looked raring to keep it up, a warning scowl that dared them to argue. “We need a plan, now.”

“Well, what about the communication tower?” Weiss spoke up, pulling on a string already broken. “If we could get it in the air and reach the other kingdoms, maybe we could wait it out!”

James leveled her with a look unforgiving in its exasperation and sternness. “With an army that doesn’t sleep and Salem who can’t die?”

For the third time in so many minutes, Clover was pretty certain his heart stopped. Though, somehow, the blow felt far gentler than what came before. What did it matter if Salem was immortal if the stakes were already this high?

Still, it left him feeling uncertain and lost for the first time in years, unable to see a way out. So, he did what he always did when he found himself at a dead end. He turned to his commander, trusting in his strength and guidance.

Weiss had wilted. “I…”

“We’d never outlast her. Besides, in the condition Amity’s in, it won’t even breach the stratosphere before breaking apart.” James continued, as he holstered his gun, the amount of flatness to his voice unsettling. The slight glow in his eyes gave it away; his semblance was at work as their General came to a decision and Mettle steadied his resolve.

When he spoke next, eerily level just as before, it was like a death knell:

“But Atlas can. And it will.”

Silence, held like a breath that was too terrible to exhale.

It finally let go in one, quiet question: “What… does that mean?” Yang seemed hesitant, suspicious.

“There’s a mechanism in the vault.” Qrow replied blankly, “When Creation was used to raise Atlas up, that device is what did it. Tch,” His scoff held no humor, “But in all their never-ending brilliance behind raising this stupid hunk of rock off the ground, those idiots only put one fucking setting on the thing.” He met James’ unwavering gaze as he spoke the dreaded truth to the air. “Up.”

It was Ruby who lifted up from her grief to cry out, “But we can’t! The people of Mantle… they’ll die!”

“Ruby…” Qrow’s face pinched with pain.

“It’s wrong! We’re huntresses, we don’t leave people behind!”

“We are saving who we can and, more importantly, keeping the maiden and the Relics out of her hands.” James continued in that same unnerving monotone.

Blake took a step forward, the obstinance from before still clearly front and center. “And in the meantime, the blood of thousands are left on our hands.”

There was a spark of something that played across his features, a rippling wave of emotion that furrowed his brows and pinched down the tight frown James wore. “Had you all have been honest from the start, perhaps things could have been different. You can mourn on your mistakes later.”

“Are you saying we deserve this?!” Yang yelled.

“No, this is just the price of war.” It took Clover a moment to realize the words had come from himself. He felt detached from the conversation, the room, even his own body. Uncertain how he could even be present, when all that was running through his mind was that the evacuation ships, so focused on the invaded borders, had not spared a single one to go to the slums.

Therefore, he was only faintly aware of the way violet-eyes-turned-red burned into his skull. “How can you possibly agree with this when it’s your home-!”

“Firecracker.” Qrow spoke up, pained and solemn. “Don’t.”

Despite everything, Clover couldn’t help but be grateful to the other man right then. Might have even told him so, if he felt more present. But at the moment, he was struggling not to fall into the despair threatening to overwhelm him. A pit he was refusing to look at, even as he hung over the edge.

He couldn’t think about it. He couldn’t – because if he did, he’d crumple under the weight of the graves of his loved ones. Of his family, his friends, his once-neighbors, all looking to the sky and wondering why they’d been forsaken.

Dear gods, of an unborn child who would have called him uncle-

Marrow’s hand finding its way to his shoulder, empathetic but steady, grounded him suddenly.

Faintly, Clover realized he was shaking, dazedly staring at the floor. He took a few deep breathes to hold back the tears. When he felt a little more in control, he gave the other Faunus’ hand a pat in silent gratitude, tuning back into the conversation he was missing.

“-Don’t know how to use Creation; Oz purposely withheld that information. So, unless you were lying about that too, we’re out of options. This is our only course of action.” James was saying, plucking up a glass chess piece from his desk and crushing it with an iron fist. “So, let’s focus on it. Winter and Penny are likely already with Fria, but they could use backup if the transfer doesn’t go well. Aceops, you’ll-”

“Wait!” Ruby interrupted. Frantic. Pleading. “If we could get Creation to work, we could find a better solution right?”

“What does it matter-”

“Because we did lie about something else!” Her words came in a frenzied flurry not unlike the petals that often trailed her. “The lamp! It has a question left! We can ask it how to use it!”

For the second time, the room exploded into sound, a variety of emotions splitting like lightning through the air.

“Kiddo that’s-”

“Are you serious-”

“How could you not-”

“Then we need to-”

“I completely forgot-”

“Oh Gods, we can do this, we can-”

“Someone call Winter so she can-!”

Clover didn’t bother to keep track of them this time; instead, all his focus zeroed in on James, noticing the way the glow in his eyes had dimmed, the emotionless mask breaking into one of shock. Of a tentative hope.

“Sir!” It was his shout that silenced the room this time, his own heart pounding in his ears, “What will you have us do?”

Much like Clover before, James faltered as he fully came back to himself, running a hand over his mouth. “We- We need to get Oscar here, now! Ruby, call him and tell him to come here immediately.” The petite huntress was on her scroll instantly. While she waited for someone to pick up, he turned to them. “We still have an infiltration to deal with. I want forces on Fria; Aceops head to her position and back up Winter and Penny.”

“Understood.” Clover motioned, turning to his team. “Brace up team. We still got a long night to go.”

Even though the news was anything but welcome, the faces that surrounded him were full of energy, all of them full of a second wind that would carry them to dawn and beyond.

James was still giving orders, “Qrow, I want you in the air – see if you can get any sightlines on what’s coming our way. As for the rest of you-”

Yet, Clover’s left ear couldn’t help but angle towards Ruby, catching her quiet noise of distress and under breath whispers. “C’mon Oscar. Pick up!”

And then her phone rang.

The jaunty tune was enough to draw everyone’s attention, but the teenager’s face lit up as she quickly answered it. “Jaune! Is Oscar with you? He’s not picking up his phone and-”

“Oscar’s gone!” Jaune’s panic-laden voice was a blizzard storming through, freezing them all instantly. “The room’s all shot up and he’s-he’s just gone!”

“What? No.” Ruby shook her head in denial. “That can’t be!”

Hope was such a fleeting thing; like time, it flowed like sand, hard to capture all of it and something that could so easily slip through the fingers. It was something Clover saw now on each expression around the room, in hands covering mouths or snarls of anger, in slumped shoulders and lowered heads weighted in defeat. In James, heaving the longest sigh of all and in a gaze so heavy, it seemed to be barely holding the world up anymore.

Clover’s mind began to spin. This couldn’t be it.

“We move back to plan A then.” James decided, resigned.

No. They had been so close.

“We can still do this!” Ruby ascertained. “Jaune, you Ren and Nora can-”

They could, they could!

But the General was done listening to a lifeline that had failed him one too many times. He spoke over her. “Qrow, Aceops, your orders are still the same.”

Around the storm in his head, something clicked, and Clover realized with a start what he had to do.

They hadn’t lost hope – not when he was here.

When no one moved, James’ frown became more pronounced, and he orderly sharply. “Move out, now!”

“No!” The word burst from his mouth, defiant maybe in a way Qrow had reminded him how to be, as he turned on his heels and started to sprint for the exit, calling as he went, “Vine, pull the cameras for that hallway and send me the video feed!”

“Clover, I gave you an order!”

Just at the doorway, he whirled around.

For a split second, he actually met Qrow’s eyes, surprised and brightening in realization, before he rose to meet his commander’s. “Sir, I’m going to find Oscar.”

“We don’t have time to waste-”

“So don’t! Do both instead!” He waved to the rest of the room, “Have everyone here prepare for the worst-case scenario and let me try and find Oscar. You know I’m the only one who can!” The corner of his mouth tipped up, a sliver of his usual confidence shining through, “I mean, when haven’t you been able to bet on me, huh?”

Doubt clouded James’ face and for one terrible, heartbreaking second, he thought the other would deny him.

And then, that glow that had once been faint in his eyes turned bright again and James’ mouth thinned in a determined line. “Go.”

Clover went, leaping down the entire staircase in one bound and sprinting to the elevators.

He didn’t expect to be followed.

“You can’t come with me.” The words flew from his mouth before he could catch them.

He didn’t have even a millisecond to regret them before Qrow was vehemently saying, “I’m not.” The fact he was staying clear across the room, not daring to approach, spoke equal volumes to their untold agreement. “I just- I need-” He stumbled, muttered a filthy curse under his breath that Clover still easily heard, before he said, a little more stably, “Are we… gonna be okay?”

It seemed inane, almost, to be worried about something that, right now, felt so trivial.

Then again, was it so selfish to want for tomorrow? To want to live to see it for something more? Something better?

There had to be something good to look forward to, right?

Clover stared at the point where his fist was still slammed into the call button, then up at the ever-climbing numbers on the digital display. Certainly not long enough to say everything that needed to be said. Barely long enough to say what could be said.

He settled on a question of his own instead. “Did you do it to hurt us?”

“No.” Qrow replied quickly. “I do enough of that just existing Clubs, so believe me when I say I never want to do it on purpose. I wanted to make the right choices; we all did! But after Leo and Oz, I just… lost track of who to trust anymore.”

There was no feigning in his posture; no squared shoulders or glinting smirks, averted gazes or raised eyebrows. Rather, Qrow seemed oddly small, twisting at one of his rings, body bowed a little forward as if attempting to withdraw into a shell where he stood. The airs he’d often put upon himself to seem more assured or even indifferent were gone and all that was left was this hunkered down, muddled mess of a man who looked like he was certain he’d ruined everything.

His eyes flicked back up to the display.

Only a few more floors.

Clover looked back to Qrow, “Do you trust me now?”

“Absolutely.” The single word, open and raw in its honesty, told Clover everything he needed to know.

“Then trust me when I say no matter what happens from here, no matter how hard things get,” Ding! “We’re going to be okay.”

“I do.”

“Good.”

The doors slid open.

Qrow watched as he entered the elevator, their gazes staying on each other as Clover hovered one hand over the floor buttons, the thumb of his other flicking along his pin.

Without looking away from the man who reminded him of stardust, Clover made a choice.

No.

He made a wish.

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scuttle-buttle · 4 years ago

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Sleeping With the Enemy

Chapter 2

Summary: Catherine Sinclair is the younger, estranged half-sister of renowned F1 driver James Hunt. Things get a bit complicated when she decides to reenter James’ life and ends up meeting his rival - Niki Lauda. Engines ignite as Catherine finds herself caught between her feelings for Niki and the rivalry that the two men share. Will she pump the brakes or let herself crash in the inferno?

Pairing: Niki Lauda (Rush 2013) x fem!OC Catherine Sinclair

WC: 979

Rating: E 18+ for eventual smut

T/W: language, eventual smut, hot second of accidental implied incest (but there is none), rivalry, mentions of substance use, F1 racing, flirting

You never really had an interest in racing or F1 growing up. In fact, you maintained that you had no interests or talents as a child. That's why when you turned 18 you left home; to find myself, you'd told your mother. You had a bit of a rough patch, so to speak, from the time you left until you were about 20. After all, it was the early 70s. Sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll were all the rage. You even spent a summer as a groupie for the Rolling Stones on their European tour.

After a few years of going non-stop you decided to settle down. Your father paid for university and you degreed in Medieval and Renaissance Art. You had yourself a nice little flat in Bologna and worked in one of the art museums. But through it all you never returned to your family.

Your poor mother. She worked hard to provide for you. Your father wasn't in the picture - at least not until he found out about you. At the age of 13 your mum reached out to him to confess that the affair between the two had produced a child. He tried to bring you into his own family. A doting wife and step siblings all on the path to great success. He provided anything you could ever need, but you never felt that you fit in. You weren't destined to be some hot shot doctor or barrister.

The only one of your siblings you felt close with was James. He was 15 when you ‘joined’ the Hunts. In secret you would talk about your dreams and fears with each other. How the two of you were just different. James was the only one you truly believed was your family. That is, until you decided to leave. Naturally he didn't want you to go, as adventurous and daring as he was himself. You hadn't spoken much in the years since.

When you heard he'd finally made it to the big leagues and gotten himself a drive with McLaren you felt so proud. Pushing down your own pride, you made it your mission to find and see him race when there was a local grand prix. Thus, here you were today.

“Catherine,” Niki tested your name in his mouth. You felt heat rise in your cheeks at the intensity of his expression. I suppose everything you do will be pretty intense with a job like this though?

Before you could respond there was a bellow from behind you. “Kitty? Is that you?”

You cringed at the old nickname. James jogged up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, shaking you with joy at seeing you after so many years. “I came over to rib the Rat King and look what I find! I didn’t know you were coming!” While you were elated to finally be with your brother again you felt the sudden anxiety come creeping back in. Would he be mad that you had been gone for so many years, only to randomly show up at a race?

“Yeah it uh… it was pretty last minute...” You cleared your throat. “But when I heard about your drive I figured it was about time.” James’ hair was longer than you remembered, your father always insisting he kept it short when you were young.

“You look good,” his tone softened, hand squeezing your arm. “I hope Niki isn’t giving you any shit. He’s always so serious all the time.”

Niki cocked his shoulders. “I’m a serious guy. I go to bed early, look after myself, look after my car.”

“Yes, you’re very well behaved.” James rolled his eyes.

“Go to work, kick ass, then after the race I go home instead of going to bars and doing all this bullshit with all these assholes,” he gestured around.

“Assholes?” James’ eyes narrowed.

“Alright, boys, that’s enough,” you said while crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows at James.

The two drivers shared a look. Turning to you, James asked “I have to get back, but you’ll stop by, yeah? I want to see you again.”

“Yeah I'll swing by in a bit,” you nod.

Niki watched the interaction with annoyance. Here he was thinking that he had met the one woman that didn’t swoon for Hunt. He had also never seen his rival so… soft when talking to a woman. You must be someone special to him. Instantly he felt the jealousy rise in his chest.

Hunt left the two of you and headed back to the celebration. Niki was giving James a death glare. Now that your brother was gone you hoped to pick the conversation back up.

“How do you know Hunt?” Niki questioned abruptly.

“Oh we um…. we’ve known each other for years. Our families are pretty… close...” You didn’t like the line of questioning into your family problems. You changed the subject, hoping that he will drop his own. “So you were saying something about visiting the garage?” you chewed your lip.

Niki glanced at you with surprise evident on his face. He hadn’t expected you to want to visit with him after the interaction with Hunt. If you were involved with him he did not want to put himself in that situation either. “I’m sure you would rather spend your time with him,” he gestured between you and the direction James had travelled in.

You visibly shuttered and nearly shouted out “oh god - no, NO.”

Maybe she isn’t fucking Hunt then, Niki hoped. He was pleased and amused with your response. “I have precision testing with Ferrari on Thursday in Maranello. Be there at 10. Tell them you’re with me and they won’t give you shit.”

Studying his face for a brief second, you decided to live a little, “yeah alright.”

You smile at him and turn to go find James. “I’ll see you Thursday, Catherine,” Niki called after you.

“Have a good night, Niki,” you threw over your shoulder.

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The Great Drive: James Hunt and Niki Lauda at Fuji, 1976

I feel really sorry for Niki. I feel sorry for everybody that the race had to be run in such ridiculous circumstances because the conditions were dangerous and I fully appreciate Niki’s decision. After an accident like he had, what else could he do? Quite honestly, I wanted to win the championship and I felt I deserved it. But I also felt Niki deserved to win the championship – and I just wish we could have shared it.

- James Hunt on winning the Japanese Grand Prix 1976 to become F1 World Champion

James Hunt’s epic title battle with Niki Lauda, during what many see as the definitive F1 season, was topped off by a thrilling race in the land of the rising sun. It became an instant classic, one of F1’s Great Drives.

With everything to lose, in treacherous conditions, and with late drama, James Hunt's drive in the 1976 Japanese Grand Prix was one of the greatest of all time.

James Hunt delivered his greatest drive in spite of himself. It wasn’t just the peak moment of his career, but also a defining drive for F1.

The British gentleman racer conquering the world’s best in far away lands – Hunt embodied it.

Despite this, the Brit’s landmark drive came in the midst of late night escapades, mechanical disasters, psychological warfare and F1 politics.

As the ‘76 season approached its climax in North America and Asia, it seemed all might be lost for the McLaren team and its lead driver. Hunt had been duelling with Ferrari’s Niki Lauda throughout the year, but losing his British Grand Prix win to disqualification (announced by the FIA at Round 14 in Canada) seemed to have derailed his season for good.

McLaren team manager at the time Alastair Caldwell describes the state of affairs as they approached the North American leg of the season: “We abandoned the idea of winning the world championship. I let him misbehave in Canada and in Watkins Glen. On both occasions we were pissed on race eve, both of us in a bar after midnight getting rotten – me on alcohol and him on women, because he was always very successful with women.

“James met a girl – the leader of the band at the motel in Montreal – and so he came to the race dishevelled, in the same clothes as he’d been wearing the previous night – and he won the race!

“Even then we still thought we were out of it. Then we won Watkins Glen too! So suddenly we became serious again.”

Lauda had scored 4 points to Hunt’s 18 in this period. With the championship fight back on, the rejuvenated team and driver looked at the season finale in a new light. The championship fight was back on, and as a result, McLaren prepared for the Japanese GP with renewed vigour.

James Hunt had been in Japan a fortnight, ostensibly to test at a circuit new to him. Delays at customs, car problems and bad weather had severely restricted his running, but at least now he was totally orientated and, in his inimitable fashion, ‘relaxed’. That meant when he wasn’t strutting his stuff on the hotel’s squash court, he was billing and cooing with its latest migratory flock of pretty air stewardesses to bed. It beat jogging.

Lauda arrived later, low-key and at a low ebb. The spirit that held the demons at bay during his remarkable Monza comeback had evaporated in Canada and America. Now running on empty, he was full of doubts. While Ferrari team manager Daniele Audetto attempted to whip up retro oppo to McLaren’s ‘illegal’ testing, his star driver looked the other way and wished it over: Lauda was sick of Enzo and his minions, of a season in its 10th month and of press intrusion.

McLaren’s earlier preparations were in sharp contrast to the rest of the field who arrived just for the race weekend itself. According to Caldwell, “The others all turned up on the Thursday, including Niki, you can see them all get off the plane knackered and then trying to find where this new racetrack was.”

It wasn’t just through testing and acclimatisation that Hunt and McLaren stole a march. Caldwell thought he might use interactions with the press to his advantage: “Just for a laugh we spread a rumour. A journalist said to me ‘what’s the track like?’ I said ‘It’s is good but it’s got a lot of loose gravel on it.’”

Enjoying the effect the track surface story had on the rest of the field’s preparations, Caldwell thought he’d develop the rumour into a full-blown design feature.

“Because we were bored and had nothing else to do, the mechanics made mesh covers for all the air intakes on the car, to “protect” the brake ducts and air intake.

“Then Niki (Lauda) came down to our garage, which he always did – he spent more time in our garage then Ferrari’s. He would joke with us and do mechanic’s repartee.

“Psychologically we had them on the back foot right from the start.”

“Niki had come to see what we’d done with the cars as he was also a spy. So I told the mechanics, ‘just by mistake’, to take the covers off the cars so you could see the mesh covers on all the intakes. They did this and then they put it back on in a hurry while I ‘looked displeased’.

“And so then Niki broke off the conversation, trotted back to Ferrari and said ‘f**king hell, McLaren have put vents near these grilles over everything in the car, we got to do the same.’

“The whole Ferrari organisation went out to find these grilles, find where they came from and make them for their three cars. Then we put our three cars in the pit road and took all the grilles off the T-Car. Niki came down and said ‘You f**king bastards!’ They came down the pitroad and Ferrari had this shit all over their car – these grilles all over the radiators.

“He had to tear back and tell them to take them all off. Psychologically we had them on the back foot right from the start, there’s all this psychological warfare.”

Niki was plastered across front pages because of his near-death experience on the track; James was on them because of the life he led off it. Their battle and clashing personalities, though they were good friends, had made the world championship a global news shit-fight. Hunt, outgoing but often lonely in a crowd, pretended to be okay with it. Lauda didn’t.

Friday’s practice sessions provided blessed relief, therefore, even though both men suffered understeer on the stickier Goodyears made available to its faster teams because of the rare presence of Bridgestone and Dunlop on one-off Japanese entries. The title rivals finished the day one-hundredth apart on a provisional third row.

Each improved on Saturday – Hunt to second, Lauda to third – and James, a notoriously slow starter who, by his own estimation, needed to win the race in order to become world champion, was in a much-improved mood. Niki’s never budged.

Then it rained. And rained. And rained some more.

The storm that swept in from China a day later than forecast was the last thing Lauda needed: another element beyond his control. Mist shrouded the snow cone of Mount Fuji, which supposedly bestowed good fortune – when visible – and Niki felt hemmed in by circumstance.

The mind-games might well have been in vain, for the monsoon weather which rolled in on Sunday looked like putting the race in jeopardy. If the Grand Prix was cancelled, Lauda would be handed the World Championship.

Not that Hunt was enamoured with the situation. He spoke privately with Lauda and agreed an attempt to have the race postponed – albeit not before he stressed that he would take the start if necessary and race as hard as Niki forced him to.

The Grand Prix Drivers Association had been formed to have some influence on such matters, to stop the interests of teams, the governing body and sponsors taking precedence over drivers’ well being. Hunt and Lauda were both members and convened prior to the race start in an effort to have it stopped.

“They were adamant the race wasn’t going to be held. Bernie (Ecclestone, Brabham team boss) and I were in the race control tower trying to convince them to hold the race.” says Caldwell “And James kept on saying ‘No no, we’re not going to race’. I tried to explain to him that no race meant no World Championship. He replied “No, no, no, it’s totally unsuitable, we can’t race”.

Alistair Caldwell, McLaren Team boss, resorted to more imaginative tactics to swing the mood towards starting the race.

“I was going down (to the pits) getting my car mechanics to start the engines every half an hour, which would make all the other teams start doing it – they didn’t know why. The engines were making this noise ‘woop, woop, woop’”.

The engineer then turned his attention to activating the spectators.

“I was trying to get some enthusiasm from the passive Japanese crowd, they’d been there for hours doing nothing. They weren’t even talking, just sitting in the rain – miserable.

“I said to our tyre man Lance Gibbs ‘Do you think you could get the crowd going?’ So he got up on the pitwall with his ACME Thunderer whistle, which had been given to the boys to use as a horn, for when they pushed the race cars around the paddock.

“He went ‘beep beep’ and hundreds of spectators did the same – got them doing a concert. We then did the business of slow clapping, when it gets to the end, people can’t keep up, they lose co-ordination and you get a huge noise.

“I went back to the tower and the geriatric Japanese officials and said, ‘Look, you’ve got a riot on your hands’ Bernie was there and he said ‘Yeah, you’ve gotta hold the race. Otherwise you’ll have trouble’. So they said ‘Ok we’ll have the race.’”

With the decision made, the cars finally lined up to start at 4pm. The deliberations had been going on so long that the light was now beginning to fade, reducing the limited visibility even further.

Hunt, nervously retching and hacking more than ever, was so distracted that he took a leak in full view of the spectators. Cue polite applause. Ominously, he then walked a plank laid across a puddle and stepped aboard his McLaren M23. He tipped his helmet back against its roll-hoop and closed his eyes in contemplation. Lauda, crushed by all that had gone before, hunched forward in his 312 T2’s cockpit. Both knew that fate was about to be sorely tempted.

Hunt made a blinding start and held a huge lead by the end of the opening lap. As the rest pecked hesitantly in his rooster-tails, he was out of sight, both physically and metaphorically.

Meanwhile, Lauda, unable to blink because of his burn injuries, was drowning in the pack and questioning his sanity. He formulated an answer by lap two. The Ferrari – “a paper boat in a storm” – rolled into the pitlane and drew up at its garage. Measured. The team descended while designer Mauro Forghieri craned into its cockpit to ascertain the problem.

After just 1 lap, Lauda had seen enough. Deeming the conditions too dangerous, and having already nearly lost his life at Nürburgring that year, the Austrian decided it simply wasn’t worth carrying on. He pulled his Ferrari into the pits and walked away from the 1976 World Championship. Lauda, the reigning world champion, had the skill but not the will to continue. It was “murder” out there – and life was for living.

Hunt, as drivers without a world title feel compelled to, pressed on and kept his date with destiny. Hunt being Hunt, of course, he almost missed it. Not until his post-race red mist lifted could he be persuaded that he hadn’t.

With Lauda out the race, Hunt’s task was now a little more straightforward. He simply had to finish third, and the title was his.

The McLaren driver pressed on and by lap 10 his lead had doubled to over 8sec. Meanwhile, interesting movements were afoot further back in the pack.

Local hero Kazuyoshi Hoshino, driving a privately-entered Tyrrell 007, had made his up to third, from 21st on the grid!

More worrying for Hunt was that March’s Vittorio Brambilla had overtaken Andretti and was beginning to hunt him down. By lap 20, Brambilla had closed right up behind the Hunt.

On the next lap, the March driver decided to go for it. Brambilla, known for an erratic driving style, conformed to type on this occasion by inadvertently out-braking himself as he dived down the inside of the McLaren.

Hunt had been wary of Brambilla and was monitoring the situation constantly. In a moment of brilliant anticipation, he allowed the March to spin in front of him, performing the cutback and before carrying on as if almost nothing had happened.

Brambilla dropped to fourth, the danger to Hunt being over for now. Andretti at this point was gradually dropping back through the pack. It was Hunt’s team-mate Jochen Mass who was behind him now, with a McLaren 1-2 now looking very much on the cards.

Seeking to control the race from here on in, the team’s new concern was the drying line which was now appearing on the track. Caldwell put out a pit board sign telling his drivers to cool their wet weather tyres – this was done by searching for wet sections of the track, the water preventing the rubber from overheating.

To his team manager’s frustration, Hunt didn’t appear to be heeding the warnings: “As soon as Mass saw the sign, he pulled over in the water right in front of us. Then on the next lap he came down the right hand side of the track, splashing through the puddles, which cools the tires down, (while) James didn’t react.

“The next lap we gave it to Hunt again, the next lap again, he still didn’t do it. So we took away the pitboard, just gave him the ‘cool tyres’ sign and he still didn’t react. So then everyone in the team started pointing at it (the sign). Everybody in the team pointed, Teddy (Mayer, McLaren Managing Director) and everyone else and he still did nothing.”

Hunt carried on down the dry line, running his tyres way above their recommended temperature, seemingly oblivious to the warnings.

If Hunt wasn’t going to heed the warnings, then Andretti was: “Because we were emphasising this so much, Andretti saw it and started to cool his tyres. So he started running through the puddles. He didn’t have to stop (as a result).

“But James just resolutely drove down the middle of the dry track, and we could never bring him in, because he was never that far ahead. It was never possible to tactically stop him because there’s a big long pitroad at Fuji.”

Jochen Mass, benefitting from his team’s tyre advice, now began to reel in his team-mate. If he got past, he would have no trouble driving off into the distance to take the win.

However, the German’s diligence came to naught, as he spun off and out of contention on lap 36. This would have a huge bearing on the race later.

For now, Hunt was again in the clear. Another challenger, Shadow’s Tom Pryce, moved into second, but he too retired as his Cosworth engine expired on lap 46.

As the grand prix wore on, Hunt remained in a seemingly trance-like state as he stuck to his line, the situation became critical.

Whilst yet another to danger to Hunt had abated, the McLaren driver was now deciding whether to play the percentages. He could either pit to replace his worn tyres – and lose track position – or try and stick it out at the risk of losing so much grip he would be overtaken anyway.

Hunt took the second option. He could afford to drop to third, and this is indeed what happened. On lap 61, he was overtaken not only by Tyrrell’s Patrick Depailler, but also the resurgent Lotus of Andretti.

If Hunt managed to hold position, he would be world champion. For the next 7 laps, the plan appeared to be working. Then, on lap 68, disaster struck.

The McLaren driver suffered not one, but two deflated tyres – both on the left-hand side of the car. They were, as Caldwell puts it, “worn down to the air”. Hunt managed to drag his car round for half a lap before scraping into the pits.

F1 jacks at the time were not designed to lift a car with puncture at the front and rear of the car. While the jack was used to lift the rear of the car, TV shots show Caldwell and other team members lifting the other end of the car themselves to replace the front-left tyre.

It was a long pitstop, and once out, Hunt found himself back in fifth place. There were four laps left and Hunt was two places down on where he needed to be.

Two more laps passed and the Englishman was no further up the order. It looked as if he may have lost his championship chance.

Then, with two laps left of the race to go, Hunt started the fight back. At the exit of T1 he managed to get past the Surtees of Alan Jones. One more place and the championship was his.

Next up was the Ferrari of Clay Regazzoni. It turned out there were some Scuderia politics at play which would work to Hunt’s advantage.

Caldwell filled in the back story: “Ferrari’s reaction to Niki’s crash was to sack Regazzoni (for 1977). He had already been sacked (by Fuji).

“So he was pissed off at Ferrari. When James came charging along, he just stepped out of the way and let him by.”

After benefitting from Regazzoni’s apparent generosity, Hunt was suddenly back in the golden position, the third place he needed to clinch the championship.

The McLaren man just had to keep it on the road for two more laps and he’d take the title. The tension mounted, both in the team pit and back in the UK, where his family were watching the live television feed at 3am.

Despite two nerve-wracking final laps, the Englishman duly brought his McLaren home in third place. He was the new F1 World Champion.

Photographs show Hunt angrily remonstrating with his team as he climbed from the car. He hadn’t realised he’d got the job done.

Caldwell himself had mixed emotions about the whole affair, “He didn’t look at the board and when he came into the pits he started shouting at us, because he didn’t know what happened. He was incredibly annoying on the day. He did drive magnificently, he kept it on the road – that’s one point of view. From my point of view it was the most frustrating day – I could’ve hit him with a baseball bat! He could have won the race, just strolled the world championship. All he had to do was read this pitboard and drive in the water, which is what Andretti did, so he didn’t wear the tyres out and could paddle across the line with the same ones.”

In spite of Hunt seemingly making a championship-losing decision, he had still managed to pull it off.

However, such was Caldwell’s consternation, the two didn’t discuss afterwards.

I was so angry about it. We flew back to England and I wasn’t talking to him on the plane. He was pissed as a newt anyway – we were all pissed as a newt and totally exhausted. He just went to sleep.”

The two never discussed the reasons behind the events, but it didn’t change the result. Three years after making his F1 debut, Hunt was the world champion.

Ten weeks later Hunt arrived in Argentina to begin his title defence feeling underwhelmed and under-prepared. A few celebratory cigs and tins with his friend Britain’s newly crowned 500cc motorcycle world champion, Barry Sheene, at Fuji and a riotous return flight had been followed by a disorientating whirl of meetings, interviews and engagements. The race-by-race title chase had been thrilling: a sequence of one-day stands. Making it official had cooled the relationship. The love affair was over.

Though both men would retire summarily during the 1979 season, Hunt did so because he felt frightened and disillusioned, whereas Lauda did so because he felt nothing, which frightened him.

Niki, though, had a system – plus a plan to run his own airline – and ultimately would return to the F1 cockpit and be successful. James, whose theories were sometimes somewhat scrambled, would not. He bred budgies instead. You do what you have to do.

Lauda’s decision to stop at Fuji ensured that he would be able to continue. Hunt’s decision to continue ensured that he would have to stop sooner rather than later. One racing mind wiped clean, the other cluttered – and racing.

In spite of his career’s decline, Hunt’s endeavours had captured the imagination of the wider world in a way no racing driver had done before.Hunt knew that life was for living, too. Tragically, however, he had just discovered how best to when fate too soon snatched it from him.

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lorna-d-m · 3 years ago

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Lights Out: Chapter Four

Summary: Roxanne, recently graduated and unemployed, gets a call from her childhood friend and hero: her cousin James hunt. In need of a social media manager after one too many scandals, he can think of no one better than Roxanne for the position. Excited about a fun job and getting to know more about her cousin, she jumps at the chance. However, amongst all the bright lights of both the circuit and the media, Roxanne falls in love with his rival: Niki Lauda.

Pairing: Niki Lauda (Rush 2013) x fem!OC Roxanne Hunt

Word Count: 1750

T/W: language and it's definitely explicit now

A/N: I did not expect to finish this so soon after finishing ch. 3, but bon appetit babes. (It was going to be a part of ch. 3 and then I was like nah and now here we are) As usual, any mistakes are my own, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, and if you're interested in being a beta reader let me know. <3 (Also I've never written smut before so if anyone has advice, give it please)

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South Africa, Kyalami Circuit

April 19th, 2020

Most of the drivers loved Kyalami. It had arguably the best clubhouse for them to hang out in, playing table tennis, soccer, and lounging by the pool until they needed to prepare for the race weekend. Because of this, many of them arrived early for the race, often a week ahead of schedule, to take a break. James Hunt was no exception. He loved the atmosphere at Kyalami. Located just outside of Johannesburg, he could spend all night out at a club or shacked up in a hotel room with a girl he met there, and in the afternoon he could shuffle around the clubhouse and join a match or go for a swim. It was the ideal situation for him.

Roxanne had been given the week off leading up to the race. They reasoned she could delete any post James made without being next to him, and it would be much better for her sanity if she didn’t accompany her cousin to every bar and club he found himself in. Some things were left better unseen and unheard.

This was fantastic news for Roxanne. As soon as she heard, she texted Niki to let him know it would be possible for them to finally get that dinner. They tried while still in Brazil, but regrettably, their schedules clashed and they never made it. He responded enthusiastically, saying his flight would land on Sunday morning and that it would be wonderful to have lunch.

Now, on that fateful day, Roxanne was panicking. Her suitcase was full of uniforms, pajamas, and only a handful of outfits to wear on days off. She wore the floral sundress when they went golfing together, and while she thought it was a great dress, she didn’t want to wear it again so soon. Sighing, Roxanne dug through the suitcase to find something else.

***

Niki arrived later in the morning than he intended, so he had to rush to set his bags in his room and get ready for his date. He rifled through his bag to find the cologne he wore last time and rearranged his hair before meeting her in the lobby. His face lit up when he saw her leave the elevator, and he drank in the cool blue of her shirt. It was refreshing to see her out of the black and white Hesketh uniform.

They didn’t tarry long in the lobby, only exchanging greetings and a brief discussion of plans before leaving. He was eager to start the drive into the city, and she followed him to the car. Niki held the door for her again, and she placed a quick kiss on his cheek before sitting in the car. “I see you got a car with tinted windows this time around,” she teased.

“Well, how could I not after the last time?” He fiddled with the air conditioning and the radio before making a displeased sound. “Ach, there’s never anything good on. Do you want to choose something?”

“Sure,” she pulled her phone out of her purse and started scrolling through her playlists. “Is there anything you would prefer?” Roxanne assumed he wouldn’t be a fan of her 2000s pop playlist she had been listening to on repeat lately.

He shrugged non-committedly as he maneuvered out of the parking lot, so she was left to decide by herself. Roxanne chose a simple mix of some of her favorites that she thought he might like. She connected her phone and pressed play, resisting the urge to see how he reacted when he listened to the music.

“Oh, Hozier.” A smile twitched on his lips. “How’d you know?”

“It just felt right.”

It just felt right. That was how it felt to Niki too. They made easy conversation on their way to the restaurant and all the while there. Sometimes they chatted away about everything and nothing, and sometimes they sat comfortably in the silence. Every time he used his biting wit, she was right there to match him. It was a back and forth, a give and take, that he relished. Roxanne enjoyed having a sparring partner as well who was unafraid to be blunt with her. She appreciated his no-bullshit attitude.

Despite being known as an asshole, Niki was a gentleman throughout their date. Sure, his eyes strayed too long at her neckline, and when she teased him about it he did not deny it, but he made up for it in other ways. Niki pulled out her seat for her, let her pick the wine to enjoy, and he paid for the meal despite her insistence to at least split it. He remembered there was an ice cream place or a frozen yogurt stand, he couldn’t recall which, down the street, and said if she insisted on paying for something she could do so there.

They got their desserts, with Roxanne teasing him endlessly for picking plain vanilla amongst all the choices, and sat at a little table under the awning. It was a busy street with plenty of passersby, but amongst all the people they were not Niki Lauda, Ferrari driver, and Roxanne Hunt, cousin and PA to James Hunt, but two people on a date. At one point she got ice cream on the corner of her lip without realizing it, and Niki licked it off, quickly turning it into a kiss. It was light and fun, completely different from their kiss days ago, but just as enjoyable.

***

“Mein Gott.”

Parked in the back of the hotel lot, tinted windows rolled up, Niki and Roxanne enjoyed what they did not in Brazil. He didn’t smell her perfume earlier in the day, but he inhaled it now as he traveled down her neck and to her chest. Sweet and intoxicating. As his lips trailed along her low neckline, his hands moved up her white skirt. He ran his calloused fingers along the lace edge of her underwear and smirked at her whimper. His eyes, blown wide with lust, locked with hers for a moment as his fingers explored the sensitive area.

“Already, you’re so excited,” he murmured with his lips still tantalizingly close.

She would have made some biting remark in response, something about how this car had tinted windows, but he inserted two fingers and curled them slightly, pressing against her front wall. The only thought in her head was to beg for more as the flushed feeling spread through her body.

Niki sensed her neediness, and he fed on it. He delighted in every noise she made and the clench around his fingers, and he wanted to hear more, feel more. The hand that wasn’t knuckle deep in her wandered up to unclasp her bra. With her breasts now freed, he placed tender kisses on them before nipping one of them just to hear how her breath would catch when he did. She fervently said his name when his thumb found her clit and started rubbing in slow circles.

Roxanne wasn’t sure if he was giving her everything she needed or taking it from her as he coaxed her higher and higher, his own arousal evident as it pressed into her thigh. His efforts doubled when she pulled on his curls, urging him for more. Niki gave it to her, eager to watch her fall apart under him. Roxanne felt like she was buzzing with electricity, lightning ready to strike at any second, and she cried out his name and pulled him closer when it did. He slowed his fingers down, not stopping, but easing her through her high, muttering how good she was and how beautiful she looked. She couldn’t remember any compliment he gave her before, but the way he called her an engel and pretty girl would stay in her head.

Niki stuck his fingers in his mouth to clean them off and enjoy the taste of her. When she felt like she could breathe again, Roxanne moved to unzip his jeans and bring him into her hand. He cursed, reveling in the way she stroked him.

“I have protection,” he said, his voice thick with lust. That morning Niki made sure to get a car with tinted windows and to put a condom in his pocket. He was glad he did.

Condom on, he carefully lined himself up. One hand clutched her hip, tight enough to leave little bruises in the shape of his fingers. He pushed in slowly, careful not to lose control or cause discomfort. Niki had warmed her up with his fingers, and she was plenty slick by now, but he was not a small man in length nor girth. The slow drag of him inside brought back the sizzling electricity in her, as she pulled his chest to hers.

He let out the sweetest of moans at the feel of her gripping him. Now it was Roxanne’s turn to see how she could make him whimper and groan as she tugged on his hair and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. Slow but sure thrusts fueled the storm inside both of them. One of his hands still firmly held her hip while the other found her clit and started rubbing in time with his thrusts. Niki started sucking a mark on her breast, remembering how much she was embarrassed by the hickey on her neck only a few days ago. This one wouldn’t be visible. Once again begging him for more, he picked up speed as his head found the spot inside that made her see stars. Roxanne sobbed in pleasure, squeezing tight around him and bringing him to his own climax too.

“Scheisse.” Niki rested his head on her shoulder, reeling from the intensity of his high. They stayed there for a moment, panting and skin sticky from sweat until they felt ready to move.

“Niki,” she said quietly as he moved away from her.

“Yes, Schatz?”

“I think I made a mess of the seat.” The condom caught his orgasm, but it did nothing to stop the gush of her release that stained the seat.

He laughed at that, his head hitting the roof of the car. Her hair was in a tangle, her lipstick smudged on her lips, her bra undone and her skirt flipped up, but she worried about the car seat. “We’re a wonderful mess, Schetz.” She smiled too, seeing how flushed his cheeks still were and the traces of her lipstick across his face.

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Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 11.

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

Authors note:I was reading up on the Newborn Battle and saw that it took place in June... I get that snow storms can happen on mountains but why is everyone else wearing jackets in the battle haha.

"When the mako flies Up from the bottom in your eyes Then I know the twilight skies Are not so broken hearted."

Stylo by, Gorillaz

Today was the day, they would finally arrive ending the constant tension of the inevitable battle. We all stood tense in the field, the wolves were hiding so they weren't immediately sought after.

"Fleur, do you think you could track Riley? We need to know how close he is." Esme asked.

"On it... They aren't to far from here, it'll take them about... 2 minutes before they find us. They're falling for Bella's blood trap quite easily."

"That's good, we don't need them finding her." Carlisle said.

I felt someone grab my hand I turned and looked at them, Jasper was staring back at me.

"We're gonna be fine." He said. I turned my head due to the sound of rustling coming from the far side of the field. I looked back at him and smiled.

"I know we are."

I then saw the crowd coming toward us, they all were yelling. We then began to run toward them as soon as the got close enough both Jasper and I punched two of the vampires heads off. The rest of us had separated at that point as the new born vampires spread out. Two vampires came toward me both of them trying to take out my head. I dunk under them both easily and took out there legs, leaving them defenseless. I then took off both of there heads, another vampire snuck up behind my and grabbed me by the back of my neck, I grabbed both of there hands and flipped them over, crushing there head into the ground and shattering it.

I looked around me and saw Paul with two vampires on his back, I quickly made it toward him. Kicking two other vampires in the process and flipping over another one that was being chased by a wolf before making it to him. I ripped the first one off his body taking it's head clean off with it. Paul had gotten the other one off of him and looked at me quickly before running off again. I ran toward a tree and rock, suspecting someone to be hiding there. My theory proved to be correct, I saw a girl coming out of the little nook.

She looked about 15 years old and scared out of her mind. I stopped myself from attacking her and saw Carlisle and Esme next to me, we were unsure about her.

"Let's leave her here...I really don't think she'll try anything. She looks absolutely terrified." I said Esme and Carlisle nodded. I then ran back toward the fight. I was in the midst of a power struggle with one vampire, my arms, shoulders, sides of my neck, and cheeks began to crack from the pressure. It was unbearable, it was as if a thousand needles were stabbing each individual nerve rendering it useless. Suddenly the pressure was gone and angry amber eyes looked down at the vampire's dismembered body. I healed quickly thankfully and Jasper and I ran off together to defeat the remaining vampires left. They had all been taken out with ease with the exception of a few. Before we both could react a vampire bite Jasper right on the neck, trying to tear apart his skin. Jasper had let out a yell due to the pain and I quickly pushed him off of Jasper, stomping his head in. Emmett and Paul took out the last vampire. When we all dragged them to the middle of the field to burn them I noticed I never saw Riley.

"Hey... did any of you guys run into Riley?"

I saw uncertain faces on the Cullens, which gave me the answer.

I decided to track him, to see if he was still around. I saw him stalking up a mountain, Bella and Edward suddenly came into view.

"Riley... listen to me. Victoria is just using you to distract me. She knows I’ll kill you. In fact, she’ll be glad she didn’t have to deal with you anymore." Edward stated.

Bella looked terrified behind him. I saw Victoria come down a tree landing on a rock covered in snow.

"Don’t listen, Riley. I told you about their mind tricks." Victoria persuaded.

"I can read her mind. So I know what she thinks of you." Edward interjected.

"He's lying."

"She only created you and this army to avenge her true mate, James. That’s the only thing she cares about. Not you."

Riley turned his head to her, and an unsure look was on his pale, deadly face.

Victoria froze, her eyes slightly widened.

"There's only you, you know that!" She said.

Riley then began to walk toward Edward again, Both he and Bella backed up.

"Think about it. You’re from Forks, you know the area. That’s the only reason she chose you. She doesn’t love you."

"Riley, don’t let him do this to us. You know I love you."

Riley turned his head back to Edward a smirk was on his face.

"You're...dead."

I broke out of trance before a fight could break out.

"Guys...They're both with Edward and Bella..."

All of the Cullens's eyes widened with shock.

"Look I got a plan, Dean, you're the second-fastest in the family so you need to get that girl out of here take her back to the house... I have a feeling the Volturi are going to show up and I don't think they'll spare her. I am going to get as close to the fight as I can from the mountains and try to get Victoria to hallucinate again. We don't have any time to waste, MOVE IT!" I demanded before running toward the fight. I could hear Jasper in the distance as I kept running.

"That's my girl..."

As I ran it felt like I was having deja-vu, it reminded me of the ballet studio situation 2 years ago. That same mantra was going through my head. "Please...let me get there in time." No matter how cruel and unkind Bella could be...I couldn't stand the thought of her getting killed by the cold hands of revenge.

Flashback: 4 years ago.

"THAT'S IT... I CAN'T STAND TO BE AROUND YOU TWO ANYMORE!" I yelled at Bella and Renee.

"OH GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS CAUSING TROUBLE AROUND HERE!" Renee yelled back.

"Causing trouble....CAUSING TROUBLE? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO THIS TIME?"

"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY! I HAVE RAISED YOU FOR 15 YEARS!"

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU A GOOD MOTHER!"

"How dare you..."

"What did I do.... what do I always do? Want love? Reassurance? Someone I can trust? That's not "causing problems"... that's something a parent should give to their child. Oh sorry... both of their children!"

"Well...it's hard to give that to a child you just can't stand. You act just like your father..."

"You say that like it's an insult... my father is an intelligent, compassionate man, I'm glad you left him... I didn't want to see him get abused like me."

Bella just sat back and smirked, enjoying the chaos that was in front of her.

"If you love him so much why don't you go live with him."

"Fine... I will just buy the damn plane ticket and I swear I will never come back here again!"

"I will... Bella will finally be able to get away from your poisonous mind."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before speaking again.

"Goodbye Renee, I'll see you at my wedding. I know you won't be able to resist showing up, you'll have so much fun at the open bar being the boozer you were meant to be. Your speech will probably be you upchucking on the stage. It'll be a hit with the guest."

Renee and Bella's eyes widened with shock. Renee decided to speak up.

"Like you'll ever get married... no sane person would want to be with a disgraceful woman such as you."

I ignored her, I stopped at Bella and looked at her.

"Isabella... get away from her, you'll end up just as toxic and abusive as she is." I then ran upstairs and started packing my bags... eager to leave.

Flashback: OVER

I ran up the mountain and saw a glimpse of the fight, Victoria and Riley held Edward by the arms and neck. Bella stood there paralyzed in fear. I prayed that this plan would work, I tried creating that image of James again but instead... my body changed turning into him. I stood there for a second shocked before making my way up to them. Victoria froze in fear, Riley looked at her in confusion, and Bella and Edward didn't know what to think.

"J-james... how... how are you here? She isn't here is she?" Victoria asked.

I prayed my voice would've changed along with my appearance before I spoke.

"Who? Fleur... no no no, she's too busy dealing with the army you created with... this pipsqueak. I said, my voice was not of my own.

She dropped Edward, which in return made Edward throw off Riley who was then dragged away by a wolf... it seemed to be Seth.

"VICTORIA!" "VICTORIA HELP!"

Seth pulled him down the slope, I could still hear him scream on the way down. Edward just observed us, pulling Bella behind him again.

"James... you have to understand I did this for us, I thought you were dead. Why didn't you come and find me?"

"I did find you...but then I saw what you were doing, whoring yourself out there after you came back from Texas... persuading that man by kissing him the same way you kissed me. You're disgusting!"

"James no... please don't do this."

"You should know...we began this by me hunting you... you've always been my prey. And now..."

My voice switched back to my own.

"I will take you out the same way I intended to from the beginning."

Her eyes widened but before she could escape I snapped her neck, ripping her head off a few seconds later.

"Whoa..." I heard Bella say meekly.

Edward handed me a lighter he was carrying, I lit it and threw it on her body, it busted into flames. I saw Seth carrying Riley back up, he too was dead. I threw him in the fire too, making sure both of them were taken out.

"Fleur... Carlisle said you could make hallucinations... but you completely morphed into James." Edward said in shock.

"T-that's the first time I have ever done that..."

Before either of us could say anything Edward gasped.

"What is it?" Bella asked.

"Alice needs us to go...NOW!"

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