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lucyrose191 · 1 year ago

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12 YEARS LATER|S.O BLACK

Author’s note; will definitely be a part 2 to this.

Pairing; Young/POA!Sirius Black x Fem!wife!reader

Summary; 12 years after having your life ripped to pieces your godson walks into your home after returning home from Hogwarts and he’s invited someone else to come as well.

Warnings; Angst? Fluff.

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You had tried keeping him out in the beginning, your heart would not be able to bear the pain that a playboy could cause. You had told him so, there would be no chance of you two ever happening, never thinking his womanising personality would change, especially not for someone like you.

But if Sirius Black was anything he was unrelenting, he was determined and genuine in his advances and soon you found your heart fluttering with each sparkling smile and cheeky wink he sent your way.

Each touch would send a spark of electricity shooting through your veins and each lingering stare would burn into your skin, each a reminder of him even when you were apart.

You were sixteen when the pair of you became official, a third of your way through your sixth year of Hogwarts and the pair of you were wrapped up in coats and scarfs, adorned with a heating charm to protect you both from the cool February air at the top of the Astronomy tower.

Who knew Sirius Orion Black could be a romantic?

In that moment as he held you under the night sky, holding your hand as he raised them both into the sky, directing you to where his namesake lay, how could you have said anything but yes to him.

You had spent the best years of your life with him, moving in together at seventeen, engaged at eighteen, married at nineteen, godparents at twenty and well, twenty one had left you and your godson alone.

All Hallows’ Eve of 1981 is a day you never want to remember but it’s a day that remains as a permanent scar on your brain.

Your closest friends had lost their lives, their son had lost their parents, Remus had disappeared without a trace, Peter was dead and your Sirius had been taken to Azkaban.

You didn’t have time to grieve, you had a child to raise and offer him the best life you could and you did.

You watched him adjust to walking by himself, learn how to confess his wants and needs with more than just childish babbles and each day you’d witness as he showed more and more qualities of his parents.

Not only did he share most of his features with James Potter but he also shared his father’s cheeky personality and charisma.

However, the times where you saw Lily in him shined bright; when he’d offer to share any treat with you or when he’d climb into your bed to protect you from the monsters (you knew it was for his own comfort but it still melted your heart).

Now, that little boy was a young man and whilst it was becoming common for him to give you near heart attacks, you couldn’t be more proud of how intelligent and brave he was.

You truly saw his maturity earlier in the year when you’d had to sit him down and tell him the news of Sirius Black, that his godfather had escaped the prison he was put into for the betrayal of James and Lily Potter.

He had been hurt, you had seen that but he had handled it with grace and was more concerned about how you felt than the possible danger he was in, because you were the most important person in his life.

It was now the end of June, you had allowed Harry to make his own way home from Platform nine and three quarters upon his own request, believing he was now old enough to have that extra freedom.

It left you at home to make his favourite meal for when he gets home alone with his favourite snacks, movie and blankets set up in the living room for a movie night after dinner.

It was around five in the evening when you heard the front door being thrown open followed by the dumping of his bags and trunk being dumped on the floor.

Then heavy footsteps pounded through the hallway, shortly followed by your vision being clouded by a mess of jet black hair as Harry launched himself into your arms.

"Merlin, Harry! You’re going to break one of my ribs if you keep growing," you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him, he was growing far too quickly for your liking.

"I had the best year ever, Y/N!" He told you as he pulled out of your arms. "I think I passed all of my tests except divination but that’s a load of rubbish anyways, Hogsmeade was so much fun and Professor Lupin was actually a good teacher- oh, he told me to tell you he misses you by the way and that he’s sorry for leaving."

You smiled tightly, Harry had told you in his first letter about ‘Professor Lupin’ and whilst you were glad he had a good teacher, it was hard to ignore the pain that came with his name, he had left you and Harry alone in a time where you should’ve been able to rely on each other, you weren’t ready to see him or speak to him again.

"I’m glad you had a good year, Harry," you replied sincerely, turning back to watch the food as he continued speaking.

"Oh, and I met Sirius Black! He’s innocent so don’t worry about it, he’s actually amazing!"

You whipped your head around as the colour drained from your face. "You what?"

Harry couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he nodded "you’ll never believe it, I didn’t believe it in the beginning either but Sirius wasn’t mum and dad’s secret keeper, it was Peter Pettigrew that was secretly working for Voldemort and after my parents were murdered Sirius went to confront him but Pettigrew framed him, chopped off his finger and turned into a rat; can you believe he’s an Animagus!?"

He didn’t seem to realise how you weren’t matching his enthusiasm or how pale you’d gotten.

"Did you know Sirius could turn into a dog?"

"Harry…" you ignored his question. "You’ve seen Sirius? You’ve spoken to him?"

"Yeah!" He replied enthusiastically, not paying attention to the tone of your voice. "I wanted to talk to you about that actually, can he come and stay with us? I assumed it would be okay because the two of you are married and I thought we could be a proper family then."

You couldn’t even process what he was saying, it was as though you had completely disassociated, how could you even fathom seeing Sirius again?

The man you had loved and married all of those years ago, you hadn’t seen him in twelve years, you were two completely different people right now. He had been through unfathomable hell, hell that you couldn’t even begun to imagine and you had changed beyond belief, for Harry to believe you could just start over and pretend nothing happened was ridiculous.

And if Sirius believed that too then he was completely mad if not plain stupid.

A scratching at the door drew both your’s and Harry’s attention and the way his eyes lit up made you feel sick to your stomach. "Harry," you spoke faintly, "what is that?"

Harry titled his head at you curiously, "Well I told him where we lived so he could come and visit me, he was glad you hadn’t moved and well he wanted to see you as well."

You slowly shook your head, feeling completely overwhelmed at everything that had just been shot at you in such a small amount of time. "No no no no no, he can’t be here," you muttered frantically.

"What do you mean?" Your godson asked dumbly.

"I mean that he can’t just show up here out of the blue with absolutely no warning, we can’t just pretend that the past twelve years haven’t happened, Harry. It doesn’t work like that. We’ve both changed and we aren’t going to go back to being husband and wife. I’m happy you have your godfather back, Harry, I truly am but you need to give me some warning for this."

Harry slumped in his seat at the kitchen table. "What, so I tell him to leave? We have so much to catch up on."

The disappointed look on his face made your heart break, you had always struggled saying no to him and had probably spoilt him more than you should have but knowing that the man you had loved more than anything was on the opposite side of the door filled you with a sense of dread.

But how could you take this away from him?

You couldn’t, it was as simple as that.

You’d face your husband for the first time in over a decade if that made Harry happy because that’s all you had lived for the past twelve years, making your godson happy.

"Go and open the door," you regretfully nodded your head towards the front door, joy built up in Harry’s face as he jumped up and rushed for the front door whilst you simply stood alone in the kitchen waiting for your past to come and hit you in the face.

What were you even going to say to him?

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captinamericashusband · 4 months ago

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Sober Thoughts | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Stark!Male!Reader

REUPLOAD A/N: Hi. It is currently 12:41 AM – another restless night unfortunately sigh. After watching a YouTube video of someone reading the infamous Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal (I love you Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way), I became filled with unbridled inspiration to write something of my own. Anyways, enjoy! Also this is the very first fanfiction I’ve ever written. Please please please (by Sabrina Carpenter) give constructive feedback that won’t be too harsh on my little soul. This’ll be a fluffy fanfic. I'll dabble in smut later on maybe if y'all enjoy this enough...teehee. Happy BRAT summer/autumn 💚

P.S. Any errors you see will be excused by the fact English is not my first language and NOT because I suck at writing and revising ;) This fic will also be posted on Ao3 after they accept my invitation. Pls let me in Ao3.

Sober Thoughts

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N gets very drunk in front of Steve

Warnings: Alcohol, profanity

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Being the son of Pepper Potts and the eccentric billionaire, playboy and philanthropist (in that exact order) Tony Stark came with its fair share of drawbacks. While financial security was a given for Y/N, a side that came with this coverage was endless PR events. Being the sole heir to the Stark company, Y/N was forcefully thrusted into the public eye at a very young age, constantly forced to appear at social gatherings for the general public to gain somewhat of a perception of him – hopefully for the better. Today was one of these socially exhausting days, and perhaps his least favourite event of all – the annual ‘Stark Gala: proceeds going to various charities!’ A boring name he is very well aware of, and yes the ‘proceeds going to various charities’ line was annoyingly part of the title – something he had so valiantly fought Tony on, albeit unsuccessfully.

The gala starts in 2 hours. Currently, in stereotypical Stark fashion, Y/N lay sedentary on his bed, staring at the ceiling whilst pondering for ways to escape the tiring event. Amidst his angsty mood, a knock arose from his door followed by Tony entering his room.

“Hey bud, no more moping around,” he said after flipping the light switch in Y/N's room, “gala’s not gonna dance itself.”

Y/N turned and laid on his belly, eyes stuffed into his pillow in an attempt to suppress the bright lights, “What if I just don’t come, dad? Just chalk my absence to a cold for the press, please. I have no will nor strength to do this.”

“You know you can’t do that, Y/N/N. The public requests you grace them with your holy presence at the gala.”

“Dad, what if I just set fire to the venue?”

Tony scoffed at his son's comment. “Don’t bother with that sassy attitude, kid. It’ll be over in a flash. Just enjoy, grab some drinks – and hey you might even find yourself a nice date there.” He said, adjusting a frame on the wall. “My best advice is mingle until your mouth falls off – my dad used to say that to me.”

As Tony continued slightly tidying Y/N's room, a muffled groan erupted from his pillow. Y/N knew he was very well right; there was no escaping. Resigning to his fate, he abruptly stood up from his bed and began rummaging through his closet. “Fine. I’m going because I want to go, not because you’re forcing me to.”

Tony chuckled and ruffled Y/N's hair. “That’s the spirit, champ. I promise you these things can be fun if you let them. Soak up the atmosphere. And enjoy the drinks.” He then murmured, “Just not too much, as well ‘cause…you know.”

Tony’s sudden shift in tone was in reference to Y/N's relationship with alcohol. While Tony was notorious for being able to hold his liquor, the alcohol-tolerance gene had unfortunately not been passed down to his son. The last time Y/N drank, which had been at Clint’s birthday party, he had somehow woken up inside of a dumpster – not even exaggerating. Another time, he had taken a plane to Washington and found himself passed out on a bench outside the Pentagon – also not a hyperbole. Aware of this knowledge, Y/N planned on getting absolutely wasted in order to pass the time and to make the night somewhat memorable.

Y/N ran a hand through his hair attempting to fix it whilst looking for proper attire. “Yes, yes I know, father figure. Do you promise it won’t be boring like last year?”

Tony feigned an offended look, putting his palm against his chest. “Boring? There was an open bar and a chocolate fountain – all appearing again this year, by the way. What more could a man ask for?”

“To not come.” Y/N said begrudgingly.

“Okay well sometimes certain things can’t be provided, sugar plum.” A grimace found itself on Y/N's face after hearing the nickname. Before he could respond, Tony was already halfway through the door. “Anyways, be ready by 8; we’re leaving at 8:30 sharp.”

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The night was, to say the least, already an absolute dread. Upon arriving at the upper-echelon-esque museum where the gala was being held, Y/N was already drained. After exiting the limousine that took both him and Tony to the museum, a torrent of camera flashes had blinded Y/N. Furthermore, before even entering the museum, a news reporter had shoved a microphone into his face and asked a very invasive question about his lovelife. Before Y/N could insult the reporter’s rude behaviour, Tony quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him into the museum.

It was very well aware by the public of Y/N's choice of abstaining from dating, never really having any serious relationships. This was especially questionable for the public considering who his father was, with everyone believing Y/N would’ve followed in lieu of his behaviour during his 20’s.

However, what the public didn’t know was that the reason for Y/N's singleness was because of one of his dad’s blonde colleagues (that wasn’t Thor). Y/N's crush for Steve Rogers AKA Captain America had simmered for the last few months. It began during an incident in the Avenger’s Compound in which the inherent Stark idiocy had decided to bite Y/N severely in the ass.

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It had been late at night and Y/N had been tinkering on some project in one of Tony’s spare workshops in the compound when his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw Tony was calling him. He paused the music blaring in the workshop’s speakers before answering his dad.

“Hey bud, I have a favour to ask.”

“What is it, father figure?” He set down a screwdriver he was holding down on the workshop table.

“First, you know I hate it when you call me that. Second, there are some files that were delivered to my office that need to be put into storage in the room beside the training area. Would you mind doing it for me?”

“And why can’t you get Happy or yourself to do it?”

“Well I am actually currently at dinner right now with your mother and we are having a blast right now, and Happy is enjoying a paid holiday in the Bahamas.”

With an overexaggerated sigh, Y/N hung up on Tony and accepted without further question.

Heading towards Tony’s office, he marvelled at the emptiness of the Avenger’s Compound. While he never interacted much with the Avengers, only in passing, he was aware that some of them were nightowlers. However, there really was no one. Usually, there would be at least a SHIELD agent somewhere, but tonight the building was completely desolate.

Upon arriving at Tony’s office, Y/N immediately noticed the large boxes propped on his dad's desk. He had clearly underestimated the sizes of the office boxes, with one he (very dramatically) guesstimated being the size of his torso’s length with a width of a baby whale. Unfortunately for him, there were 5 boxes in total. Being the impatient ass he is, he had decided to carry all of the boxes in one go to spare himself having to return to Tony’s office for a second trip. He noticeably struggled and after leaving Tony’s office, he immediately regretted his decision, wishing he inherited more of his mother’s patience. From a bystander's perspective, it was a comical sight seeing Y/N Stark carrying a tower of boxes almost twice his height.

After rounding a sharp corner – something that could’ve been easily avoided considering the size of the building’s hallways – Y/N crashed right into another person. Y/N, along with the boxes, crashed loudly and painfully against the cement floor.

"Shit," Y/N said out loud. The embarrassment from the predicament was too much for him, so he opted for keeping his eyes on the ground, seemingly becoming very interested in the flooring's designed patterns. He stayed in that position, wallowing in his shame until the other person he had forgotten about spoke up.

"Sorry about that, kid." A low and husky voice spoke above Y/N. Y/N moved his eyes from the floor to the other man in the hallway. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a head of light blonde hair. Great. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of someone, but that certain someone had to be Captain America of all people. Flashing the best smile he could conjure, Y/N stood up from the floor in an attempt to save as much face as possible.

"No, no, it was all my fault Steve," Y/N chirped. Wow, he sounded like a complete wimp. Not only that, but he called Captain America by his actual legal government name. Y/N did not consider himself close enough to call Captain America Steve. The situation was further going off the rails as they both stood in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, Steve spoke again, breaking the suffocating air of awkwardness.

"Need help with those." Steve said, smiling slightly at Y/N. Thinking back on it now, it was definitely the smile that got Y/N hooked into Steve. With a curt nod, both of the men started cleaning the mess of files. "Do these need to be in a specific order?" Steve questioned. Quite frankly, Y/N did not care for the files' order; he was much more preoccupied with the strange feeling down in his stomach. He slapped himself internally before answering Steve.

"I'm not sure actually. The person reading these can decipher that themself." Steve chuckled at his words. An actual, genuine laugh. Y/N found whatever he said to not be as funny Steve was making it out to be. But nevertheless, good job Y/N! You made Captain America laugh at something you said! After tidying the files, the two of them started walking, Y/N in the lead with Steve following in his stead.

"Where to, Stark Jr.?"

"The storage room by the training grounds."

The walk to the files' designated area was filled with silence – not uncomfortable like before, but instead a somewhat pleasant quiet. Deciding to be bold, Y/N asked Steve a question.

"What do you do all day?" Wow, Y/N didn't intend on that sounding as rude as it did.

"What do you mean?" Steve responded.

"Like, what do you do when there isn't a mission where you have to save the world or anything." Great save, Y/N said to himself.

"Well, if there isn't a mission I usually train in the gym – nothing bad in doing some extra training. Other than that, I usually visit SHIELD's headquarters to do business that I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." He turned and smiled at Y/N after saying the last part. The strange feeling was there again.

"That honestly sounds like a miserable existence." Y/N said. Steve laughed and Y/N smiled, proud of himself for making Captain America laugh a second time this night. "Do you have any actual free time at all?"

"The only time we get to ourselves are weekends. I typically go for jogs in the morning then catch up on any work I didn't get to finish from the weekday. By the time I finish, it's already pretty late at night." As Steve continued to talk, Y/N couldn't help but sneak glances at him. Y/N had noticed a smile was etched on Steve's face and he wondered if it was because Steve enjoyed his company or if he was merely entertained by their topic of conversation. "If I have any time to spare, I like to draw. I've started taking painting classes recently."

Y/N debated on whether or not to make a joke about Steve's work and him not "finishing" fast enough, but thought it was too weird even for him. "Wow, even on your day off your life sounds bland – aside from the drawing part I guess." Steve had laughed once more at what Y/N said, and Y/N silently applauded himself once again.

Steve's smile persisted despite Y/N's slight insult to his daily life. "My turn to ask. What do you do all day? I never see you around that much."

"That's 'cause I'm usually cooped up in a lab somewhere doing tech stuff I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." Steve chuckled again. "If I'm not doing techy stuff, then I'm usually doing boring paperwork for Stark industries. And if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed."

"Now I'm offended by you calling my life bland when yours’ is equally as boring, Y/N," Steve joked.

"It'd be more exciting if you were in it." Oh Y/N, what exactly are you saying now? Suddenly, the signature Stark flirtiness accumulated within Y/N as the next words left his lips. "You should join me on my bed sometime." Oh sweet Jesus. Even Y/N himself shriveled from pure disgust at what he just said. It wasn't even a remotely good pickup line. He fully expected Steve to bolt away as soon as possible and leave him behind with the behemoth-sized boxes.

Before Steve could respond, the pair found themselves in front of the storage room. Steve opened the door for Y/N who could only mumble a quiet thanks in response as he was still shaken up from his earlier misspeaking. Finding a secluded table in the room, Y/N set down the boxes with Steve following in suit. The two then exited the room and found themselves in yet again another uncomfortable silence. Before Y/N could hurriedly escape, Steve spoke.

"You should get out of your lab more. I'd like to see more of you around if that's possible." Upon hearing that, the feeling from earlier was present again in Y/N's stomach except it had been exponentially stronger this time. "I enjoyed talking with you, Y/N."

It was as if Y/N had lost any inkling of social awareness as he said his next remark. "You'd practically have to pry me off a workbench with those big arms of yours, Steve."

Steve only laughed in response, clearly somewhat amused by Y/N's bold eccentricity. "I'll see you around, Y/N." Steve started walking away before suddenly turning around with a smirk on his mouth. "Oh, and I'll take you up on that earlier offer."

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Ironically enough, Y/N and Steve have yet to converse with each other again after their brief encounter. This was mainly due to Y/N avoiding Steve after having said his embarrassing comments – especially about Steve's arms, something Y/N can't help but gag at upon reflection. Looking back at their moment together, Y/N can only sigh and hope the super soldier forgot about his humiliating behaviour.

Looking around the museum, Y/N stared in awe at the inside's appearance. The building itself had replicated the architecture and grandeur of Ancient Greece, with large columns on the building's interior and exterior. While the building itself was an architectural beauty, what really stood out were the floral decorations garnered around the room, both on the tables surrounding the middle of the museum designated as a dance floor and hanging in between the interior pillars. Y/N had to remind himself to find his mother later, who arrived hours earlier to help decorate, and commend her keen taste in floral arrangements.

Y/N's moment taking in the interior decor was interrupted when he was approached by Tony and a stubby man wearing a suit. Tony introduced the man to Y/N who turned out to be one of Stark Industries' business partners. Nothing notable was said in their conversation aside from numbers and Y/N's vision for the future of Stark Industries. This was how the first half of the night went: Tony introduced Y/N to one of his business partners, boring conversations about logistics would ensue, Y/N was asked about his ideas on Stark Industries' future – rinse and repeat. After numerous runs of this seemingly perpetual cycle, Y/N's social battery had been absolutely drained and Operation Get-Drunk-And-Pass-Out was set in motion. Excusing himself from Tony's presence, Y/N ran a beeline towards the bar, his stride swift with determination to get his hands on anything alcoholic.

Taking a seat at the bar, Y/N began thinking about what he would drink. Suddenly forgetting every alcoholic beverage that ever existed, he waved down the bartender to get his first drink of the night. "I'd like whatever will get me the most piss-faced, please." The bartender simply gave him a cordial smile and nod before pouring a single clear liquid into a small shot glass. He then gave Y/N the glass who before drinking said, "bottoms up." The mystery liquid was absolutely repulsive and scorched Y/N's throat. His face puckered up in pain, eyes shut as tears formed at the brim of his ducts. "Jesus, dude, what is this!?"

"Everclear." The man answered with a very thick Russian accent. Y/N had no idea what that was nor was aware of its very high alcoholic percentage, almost being pure alcohol. What he did know was the vile taste and painful burn signified it was able to get him 100% wasted.

"I'll take 10 more of those, please."

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At shot four, Y/N's vision had started getting blurry, his lips and skin felt tingly, and he kept laughing at the most nonsensical things to laugh at. His drunkenness was made very apparent for everyone at the bar when he pointed towards someone's poorly trimmed goatee and laughed maniacally at it. While his actions had been in poor-taste and he was making a grand fool of himself, Y/N could care less as he revelled with his newly acquainted friend, Everclear.

Before downing shot number five, a man had approached and sat beside Y/N and began ordering. To his surprise, Captain America in the flesh had situated himself beside him at the bar. Knowing Y/N's already embarrassing encounter with him sober, only God knows what was about to ensue between the two of them while he was intoxicated.

“Enjoying the night, Mr. America?” Y/N slurred.

“Clearly not as much as you, Y/N.” Steve responded. He was currently sporting a classic black and white tux with a dark blue tie. His attire, while as basic and stereotypical as they come for a formal event, suited him perfectly. Being the idiot Y/N was while drunk, the spike of confidence that surged within him caused him to comment on Steve's appearance.

Y/N leaned towards Steve, getting very close in his personal space, then saying, “apologies, Captain, but you sure do look ravishing if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be an American.” Y/N giggled at himself while Steve looked at him with an amused expression.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re flirting with me, Y/N.” Steve said, flashing his captivating smile. Y/N stared at him with dazed eyes before leaning back and downing his fifth shot of liquid courage.

"Maybe I am flirting with you, Steve. That's what I was doing last time we talked in case you didn't realize."

"Yes, you were quite subtle the last time we spoke." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of whatever he ordered from the bar before continuing. "Speaking of, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since that night, but I could never get a hold of you."

Y/N laughed, not knowing if Steve actually knew why he hasn't seen him since or if he really was oblivious. "Well, Steve, I was avoiding you because I made a fool of myself the last time we talked." A hiccup came out of Y/N's throat. "And then I said to myself, 'Steve probably thinks I'm weird so I'll avoid him to prevent any further embarrassment'."

"Well, I really did enjoy our conversation last time, Y/N. I mean it."

Similar to their last encounter, a wave of deafening silence consumed the pair's conversation, the awkward tension causing Y/N to become slightly sober. Fortunately for him, the alcohol was still very much prevalent in his bloodstream, giving him enough confidence to break the awkward silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could just run away – leave this life behind and escape to some deserted island.” Y/N glanced towards Steve who was already looking at him. "It's too much at times – this life."

"It would be easier if you had someone with you for the journey."

Y/N looked at him, feigning an incredulous look. "Are you implying with your word choice, manner of speaking and overall cadence that you want to be that person for me?" Y/N laughed, scoffed was more like it. "I'd say you're the person flirting with me, Steve."

Steve chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Maybe I am, Y/N."

Y/N could only stare at him as his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with his senses and disposition, but his usual wit was gone and he was speechless – a rare moment for Starks. Noticing his hesitation, Steve leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper.

"Y/N, you don't have to go through this life alone. I've seen through your father how hard it can be for someone in your position. But you don't have to bear it all by yourself."

"Do you really mean that, Steve? Or are you just saying all this because I'm drunk and pathetic." Y/N's voice wavered, the confidence he had during their last encounter was noticeably absent.

Steve reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I've noticed you, Y/N. Even though we haven't talked much, I can already tell you're a special person. You're more than just Tony Stark's kid. There's something unique about you. And I want to get to know you more."

The butterflies Y/N felt during their last encounter returned and did pirouettes in his stomach. "I don't know what to say, Steve."

"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know I'll be here and I won't be leaving anytime soon."

Y/N looked at Steve, a whirlwind of emotions torpedoing inside of him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone. The confidence suddenly returned and a smile braced itself on Y/N's face. "Are you technically asking me out?"

Steve only laughed in response before standing up and saying, "I can take you home now if you want."

Y/N quickly stood up. "Oh yes please, Steve. Another minute in here and I think I'll have an aneurysm." As the two started walking, a sudden wave of a burdening reminder of his father's presence washed over Y/N. "Wait, I can't leave – dad said I-."

Before Y/N could finish, Steve quickly interrupted him. "I think everyone here, including Tony, can see you're in no condition to be here any longer."

Y/N could only nod, too exhausted to protest. As they exited the building Y/N's head grew heavy, and it gently fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his arm slowly wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling him closer. “Take me home, Steve,” Y/N mumbled softly against his shoulder, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.

"That's what I'm doing right now, Y/N." Steve said softly.

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After exiting the building, Steve hailed one of the idle limousines across the museum. He had to carefully slide in Y/N's body before sliding in beside him.

The ride back to the Avenger's Compound was quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the earlier evening. Steve glanced at his watch - it said 3:33 AM - then turned his gaze towards Y/N's sleeping body leaning against the car window. A small dribble of saliva was escaping the corners of his mouth, and Steve quietly chuckled.

"I can feel you looking at me. Cut it out."

"Unfortunately, I can't seem to stop my eyes from lingering on things I find beautiful." Y/N could only blush at Steve's unexpectedly sappy words, unaware the super soldier had it in him to be a corny romantic.

"You're no better than any other man, Steve Rogers," Y/N teased, though his voice was softer than before. Steve smiled, but was interrupted by a loud yawn erupting from his mouth. Abruptly, Y/N sat up straight from his slouched position, suddenly remembering something in his drunken haze. "You know, you still have yet to cash in on my offer, Steve."

"You mean your offer to be in bed with you?" Steve asked, his tone in between amusement and curiosity.

Y/N eagerly nodded. "I wouldn't mind if that happened tonight."

Steve's head turned at a concerning speed that definitely would've given a normal person severe whiplash. He gave Y/N a stern yet somber look, one that carried warmth with a reprimanding undertone behind it. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Y/N. I mean, you're drunk and that would be me taking advantage of you – I'd like to think you expect better from me."

Y/N blinked, looking both very offended and embarrassed. "That is absolutely not what I meant, Steve, you naughty man!" He crossed his arms and sunk into the limo's soft leather seats. "I meant that it would be nice if we just laid and went to sleep together...I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Steve's expression softened immediately, understanding the vulnerability behind Y/N's words. Their eyes met, a silent agreement shared between them, filling the rest of the ride with warmth from their comforting connection.

As the car grew quiet again, Y/N, emboldened by the last remnants of alcohol in his system, threw one more cheeky remark towards Steve. "But you would have sex with me, right?"

Steve laughed, his head shaking, but the tenderness in his smile spoke volumes. "Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning."

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Y/N stirred awake in his bed, his eyes wincing as the harsh rays pierced through a gap between his bedroom curtains. His head pounded, and a wave of nausea met him immediately. Unable to fight it, Y/N ran to his bathroom, purging the contents of last night's festivities in his toilet. It was quite a horrid sight.

After what seemed like hours, Y/N exited from his bathroom, wanting to get more sleep. Stumbling back to his bed, he noticed the large body-shaped mound from underneath his blankets. Frightened, he approached it cautiously, scared of the idea of having drunkenly slept with a stranger.

Slowly uncovering the body, Y/N was met with the peaceful sight of a sleeping Captain America. Steve's chest rose and fell steadily, lips parted as he took even breaths. Then, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him like a semi-good dream and Y/N mentally facepalmed himself. However, while he internally scolded himself for his embarrassing behaviour, he also congratulated himself for having been somewhat successful in his endeavours of pursuing Steve.

Laying back down gingerly beside Steve, Y/N grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time was 11:11 AM and Y/N silently made a wish to himself. He noticed he had received 10 missed calls and nearly 50+ messages from his dad. Thinking it was regarding his early leave from the gala, Y/N decided to deal with his father later, still exhausted from the night before. Opening Twitter (he refused to call it 'X'), Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he saw his name trending alongside 'Steve Rogers' and 'Captain America.' A knot formed in his stomach and he decided to Google his name. The urge to puke suddenly returned as he was met with a news article reading:

‘Hottest New Couple in NYC?! – Captain America & Y/N Stark Seen Seen Getting Cozy During Annual Stark Gala’

Below the headline was a picture snapped of Steve and Y/N at the bar, Steve leaning closely towards Y/N as both shared very flirtatious smiles towards each other. Y/N groaned loudly, causing Steve to stir awake. Today was going to be PR hell.

FIN

A/N: This actually took multiple days to write and while rereading it it's actually really corny? But, fanfic writing is actually kind of fun, I might do it more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :) Also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to revise

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unabashegirl · 2 months ago

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Vicious 12 — mafia hs

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

Author's note: Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you are all having a great day and are enjoying all the candy and partying.

warnings: smut and cursing

---> vicious masterlist <---

The strip club was a den of dimly lit decadence, a haze of smoke and flashing neon lights. As Harry and Y/N stepped inside, they were greeted by a cacophony of pulsing music and the low murmur of conversation.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume, a heady mix that assaulted the senses. Red velvet curtains draped along the walls, concealing private booths where patrons could indulge in more intimate encounters.

The main stage was a focal point of the club, bathed in a spotlight that illuminated the gyrating figures of scantily clad dancers. The dancers moved with practiced grace, their bodies undulating to the rhythm of the music.

Tables were scattered around the stage, occupied by men and women alike, their eyes glued to the mesmerizing performances. Waitresses in skimpy outfits weaved through the crowd, delivering trays of drinks to eager patrons.

The atmosphere was charged with an electric energy, a palpable sense of desire and anticipation. Men and women laughed and whispered, their voices blending with the sultry beats of the music.

"Mr. Styles, Lex, and Charlie! Well, well, what a surprise!" Annika's sultry voice cut through the pulsing music as she approached, clad in nothing but nipple covers and a thong that left little to the imagination. Y/N stood nearby, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as she took in the scene.

"Annika, it's good to see you," Lex greeted with a charming smile, a rare sight that caught Y/N off guard. She couldn't help but smirk at the realization that it took such a scene to earn a smile from him. Annika's laughter tinkled like a bell, but her gaze was sharp as it shifted to Harry, who stood next to Y/N.

"And who might this be?" Annika's tone held a hint of jealousy as her eyes flickered between Harry and Y/N.

Harry, ever the smooth operator, stepped forward with a smirk. "Annika, this is Y/N," he introduced, his voice low and seductive. "Annika is one of the star performers here."

Y/N offered a polite smile, trying to ignore the way Annika's gaze seemed to linger on Harry. "Nice to meet you, Annika," she said, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Annika's eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle challenge in her gaze as she took Y/N's hand. "Likewise," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of competitiveness.

“Get me a room in the back. We have business to discuss” Harry commanded Annika, “Tell Jack that we are here too and to meet us with Liam” His tone was cold and sharp. He was there for business, and he needed everyone to know it.

They were shortly escorted to a spacious back room, dimly lit with soft, ambient lighting casting a warm glow. Plush leather couches lined the walls, interspersed with small, elegant tables adorned with flickering candles. The room had an air of exclusivity, with a hint of sensuality lingering in the atmosphere.

“Bring me a whisky,” Harry ordered as he settled into one of the luxurious couches, casually shrugging off his jean jacket and tossing it aside. He leaned back comfortably, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and interest as he lit up a cigarette. Beside him, Y/N took her seat, the tight fabric of her short dress rustling as she adjusted herself.

Lex and Charlie placed their orders, and Annika, the scantily clad stripper, turned her attention to Y/N. Her voice was sharp, cold with an edge of jealousy that didn't go unnoticed.

“You?” Annika inquired, her eyes flickering over Y/N with a mix of scrutiny and disdain. Y/N, however, remained unfazed, meeting Annika’s gaze with a cool, unwavering stare.

“Gin and tonic,” Y/N replied smoothly, crossing her legs elegantly as she settled back against the plush cushions. Her demeanor was poised, confident, and unyielding. Harry couldn't help but admire the way she held herself, the subtle defiance in her posture.

As Annika turned away to retrieve their drinks, Harry glanced sidelong at Y/N, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He found himself oddly pleased by her newfound confidence, the way she refused to be belittled or intimidated by anyone, even a stripper in a back room of a strip club. It was a side of her he hadn't expected, and strangely, it intrigued him.

After the drinks had been served, Annika returned with two more friends in tow. The room seemed to pulse with the beat of the music as they waited Liam and Jack. The woman had been sent by their bosses to entertain Harry and his companions, and they wasted no time in adding to the atmosphere.

Charlie and Lex watched with a mix of amusement and surprise as the dancers moved gracefully around the room, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. It was a refreshing change from their usual routine, and they couldn't deny the allure of the moment.

Annika, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, made a beeline for Harry. With sensual movements, she practically crawled her way onto his lap, her body pressing tantalizingly close to his. Harry, ever the composed figure, watched her with a hint of amusement, his eyes twinkling with something unreadable.

Meanwhile, Y/N observed the scene with a cool detachment, taking slow sips of her gin and tonic as she watched the dancers move around the room. She had no desire to join in the festivities, content to simply observe the chaos unfolding before her.

As the music grew louder and the dancers became more daring in their movements, the room seemed to blur with a heady mix of excitement and desire. Harry, caught up in the moment, allowed himself to be drawn into the seductive dance, his hands moving over Annika's body with a practiced ease.

Annika gracefully detached herself from Harry's lap and sauntered back to the small stage in the room. With a teasing smirk, she slowly peeled off her nipple covers, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. Y/N couldn't help but be entertained by the reactions of the men, who seemed to be utterly mesmerized by the sight before them.

Harry, noticing the small smile playing on Y/N's lips, leaned in closer to her, his voice low and enticing. “Jealous?” he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. Y/N couldn't deny the intoxicating effect of his proximity, and she took a slow sip of her drink before responding.

“What is there to be jealous of?” she replied, her tone confident. In truth, she felt a sense of empowerment in the room, surrounded by desire and admiration. However, when it came to Annika, there was a flicker of something else entirely.

“The attention?” Y/N giggled, her laughter light and playful as she leaned in closer to Harry. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she pressed her hand against his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her touch.

“It's not exactly rocket science,” Y/N whispered into his ear, her voice low and teasing. She traced the shell of his ear with her lips, her breath warm against his skin. “Anyone could do it,” she added, her tone playful and inviting.

She could feel the tension between them, the electricity crackling in the air. Y/N enjoyed the thrill of the game, the playful banter that danced between them. It was a dangerous game, but one she was more than willing to play.

"Anyone? Really?" Harry asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette and a sip from his whiskey. Feeling the closeness between them, he reached out and gently grasped her chin, his touch firm and commanding.

"Dance for me," Harry commanded, his voice low and filled with a hint of desire.

"But there are people—" Y/N started, her protest cut off as Harry's gaze held hers.

"I don't care," Harry interrupted, his tone firm and unwavering. "Let them watch."

There was a challenge in his eyes, a dare for her to step out of her comfort zone. Y/N felt a surge of excitement at the idea, the thrill of being watched adding to the already charged atmosphere between them. Without hesitation, she rose from her seat, the fabric of her dress swaying with her movements as she made her way to the small stage.

As the music pulsed through the room, Y/N let herself get lost in the rhythm. Her body moved with a sensual grace, the movements fluid and hypnotic. She could feel Harry's eyes on her, burning with intensity, and it only spurred her on further.

Much to Harry's surprise, Y/N seemed to know her way around the pole with a grace and ease that left him stunned. She spun around it, her movements fluid and mesmerizing, before effortlessly hanging from it upside down, her hair cascading towards the floor.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she moved with a confidence and skill that seemed at odds with the innocent image she often portrayed. There was a raw sensuality to her movements, a fire that burned beneath the surface and captivated him completely.

As she twirled and spun, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, Harry found himself entranced by her.

Lost in the moment, she danced for him, letting the music and the heat of the room wash over her. The watching eyes only fueled her desire, and she moved with a newfound confidence, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

She dropped to her knees, the fabric of her dress slipping down her shoulders as she moved. The dress had risen to her hips, revealing the curve of her thighs. Charlie and Lex, who had been watching with rapt attention, were now completely captivated by Y/N and the way she moved. Their gazes were fixed on her, drawn to the undeniable allure she exuded.

Y/N got on all fours, the sway of her hips mesmerizing as she slowly crawled towards Harry. The air in the room crackled with tension as she closed the distance between them, her eyes locked with his.

As Harry leaned back, spreading his legs slightly to invite her closer, he couldn't help but notice the way his men were looking at her. There was a hunger in their eyes that made something primal stir within him. A possessive instinct surged through him, a fierce need to protect what was his.

"Get the fuck out," Harry growled, his voice filled with a fierce possessiveness that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. But his men seemed transfixed, their eyes glued to her as if under a spell.

"I said the fuck out!" Harry roared again, his frustration mounting as they remained rooted to the spot. It was as if Y/N had cast some sort of spell over them, her body and her gaze holding them captive.

Finally, Charlie seemed to snap out of it, his eyes widening in realization. With a swift, decisive move, he grabbed Lex by the arm and practically dragged him out of the room. The other men followed suit, stumbling out in a daze, as if awakening from a dream.

As the door slammed shut behind them, Harry let out a heavy breath, his chest heaving with pent-up frustration. He turned to Y/N, his eyes dark and intense.

But as Y/N climbed onto his lap, her movements slow and deliberate, Harry pushed aside the jealousy that threatened to surface. He focused on her, on the way her body moved against his, the heat between them palpable.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Harry pulled her closer, the scent of her intoxicating him. His gaze met hers, a silent challenge passing between them. In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in the throes of desire and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

"You...," he started, his voice rough with desire and something more primal. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

Y/N settled herself comfortably on Harry's lap, feeling the heat of his body beneath her. With a deliberate slowness, she finished sliding off her dress, leaving her clad only in her underwear. She could feel the undeniable hardness of his dick beneath the fabric of his pants as she moved her hips against him, a smirk playing on her lips.

The sensation of him beneath her only fueled her confidence, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Is this what you wanted?” she murmured, her voice low and husky with desire. "To see me like this, to feel me against you?"

She didn't wait for a response, instead letting her actions speak for her. She continued to grind against him, the friction between them sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. The room seemed to fade away as she lost herself in the heat of the moment, focused only on the man beneath her and the deliciously forbidden thrill of it all.

Harry's hands came up, entwining in her hair, gently pulling it back to expose her neck to him. He leaned in, his lips trailing along her skin with a hungry intensity. He kissed and nibbled on her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that made her shiver with pleasure.

Y/N couldn't help but moan softly, her head falling back as his lips worked their magic on her sensitive skin. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the desire and need in his touch palpable.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and dip as if trying to memorize every inch of her. Y/N arched into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coursed through her veins.

Harry's kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, as if he couldn't get enough of her. He sucked lightly on her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath his lips.

Y/N's hands trembled with desire as she reached for the buttons of Harry's shirt, her fingers fumbling in her eagerness to feel his bare skin against hers. The tension crackled in the air between them, the heat of their passion almost suffocating.

With each button undone, she revealed more of his taut, muscular chest, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. Harry's skin was warm beneath her fingertips, smooth and inviting as she traced her fingers along his defined abs.

As the last button came undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor forgotten. Y/N's hands roamed over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath as she explored every inch of him.

Harry groaned softly as her lips met the heated skin of his chest, her kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She sucked lightly on his collarbone, nipping and teasing with her teeth as she moved lower.

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as she ground her hips against his, seeking friction and release. Harry responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body, exploring and teasing every curve.

With a low growl, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him as he claimed her lips hungrily. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back as she urged him closer.

Harry deftly undid the clasp of her bra, his breath hitching at the sight of her bare chest. He couldn't help but swallow hard, his desire building with each passing second. With a low groan of appreciation, he took his time kissing, touching, and suckling on each swollen nipple, savoring the way she moaned softly in response.

Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, and he obliged eagerly, his own need growing by the second. The soft sounds of her pleasure only fueled his desire further, and he couldn't wait any longer.

His hand trailed down her body, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her stomach before dipping lower to the elastic of her panties. With a swift motion, he began to pull them down, the anticipation making his pulse race.

Just as he was about to touch her, a sharp knock on the door shattered the moment, the sound jolting them both back to reality.

"Boss? Liam and Jack are here," Lex's voice came from the other side of the door, a note of urgency in his tone.

Harry cursed under his breath, frustration and desire warring within him. With a growl of annoyance, he continued enjoying her, his body protesting the interruption.

“Boss?”

Harry ground his teeth in frustration at the persistent knocking. "I heard you the first time!" His voice was sharp, a clear sign of his irritation. Y/N couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at her lips, finding his vexation slightly amusing.

Y/N slowly sat up, her movements languid as she retrieved her discarded clothes from the floor. The interruption had brought an abrupt end to their heated moment, leaving her with a sense of frustration and anticipation. She began to dress, the fabric of her clothes sliding over her skin, the memory of Harry's touch still lingering.

Meanwhile, Harry watched her with a hunger in his eyes, his gaze trailing over her as she dressed. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her, the desire that pulsed between them even in the midst of their interrupted encounter.

“I want to take you so fuckin’ bad” he murmured, his gaze intense as it met hers.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, the heat of his gaze igniting a fire within her. She couldn't deny the effect he had on her, the way he made her feel desired and wanted.

--> chapter 13

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companion-showdown · 5 months ago

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Who is the best TARDIS team? - Masterpost

the nomination form is still open if you want to submit propaganda, link here

SEMIFINALS

12, Clara, Missy vs 2, Jamie, Zoe

9, Jack, Rose vs 12, Bill, Missy, Nardole

QUARTERFINALS

7, Ace, Mel vs 12, Clara, Missy

2, Jamie, Zoe vs 7, Ace

9, Jack, Rose vs 7, Ace, Leela, Romana

3, Delgado Master, Jo vs 12, Bill, Missy, Nardole

previous rounds under the cut

ROUND 5

6, Frobisher, Peri vs 7, Ace, Mel

12, Clara, Missy vs 10, Donna, Martha

2, Jamie, Zoe vs 8, Charley, C'rizz

7, Ace vs 8, Charley

9, Jack, Rose vs 11, Amy, Rory, River

7, Ace, Chris, Leela, Romana vs 8, Anji, Fitz

3, Delgado Master, Jo vs 6, Evelyn

12, Bill, Missy, Nardole vs 3, Brig, Jo

ROUND 4

6, Frobisher vs 6, Frobisher, Peri

7, Ace, Benny vs 7, Ace, Mel

10, Donna, Jack, Jackie, Martha, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane, Tentoo vs 12, Clara, Missy

10, Donna, Martha vs 10, Donna

2, Jamie, Zoe vs 4, Harry, Sarah-Jane

8, Charley, C'rizz vs Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Ace, K9, K9

7, Ace vs 1, Barbara, Ian, Susan

8, Charley, Romana vs 8, Charley

9, Jack, Rose vs 9, Jack, Mickey, Rose

11, Amy, Rory vs 11, Amy, Rory, River

10, Cindy, Gabby vs 7, Ace, Chris, Leela, Romana

8, Anji, Fitz vs 8, Fitz, Sam

3, Delgado Master, Jo vs 3, Benton, Bessie, Brig, Liz

5, Marc, Nyssa, Tegan vs 6, Evelyn

12, Bill, Missy, Nardole vs 12, Bill

3, Brig, Jo vs 2, 3, Benton, Brig, Jo

ROUND 3

Day 1

Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Ace, K9, K9 vs 7, Ace, Hex

7, Ace, Mel vs Brig, Liz River

5, Marc, Nyssa, Tegan vs 5, Erimem, Peri

Benny, Brax, Chris, Clarence, Jason vs 7, Ace, Chris, Leela, Romana

Iris, Panda vs 7, Ace, Benny

6, Frobisher vs 6, Crystal, Jason

6, Frobisher, Peri vs 8, Izzy

11, Amy, Rory vs 10, K9, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane

7, Ace vs 2, Ben, Polly, Jamie

9, Jack, Rose vs 13, Ace, Tegan, Yaz

12, Bill, Missy, Nardole vs 12, Clara

2, Jamie, Zoe vs 7, Ace, Glitz, Mel

11, Amy, River, Rory vs 14, Donna

Shalka Doctor, Shalka Master, Alison vs 3, Brig, Jo

10, Donna vs 12, Bill, Nardole

12, Bill vs 11, Amy, Brian, Rory

Day 2

8, Charley, C'rizz vs 8, Lucie

8, Helen, Liv vs 8, Charley

8, Charley, Romana vs Iris, Jo

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, Benny, Leela, Romana II vs 6, Evelyn

8, Anji, Fitz vs 8, Benny

8, Fitz, Sam vs 8, Compassion, Fitz

10, Cindy, Gabby vs Fugitive, Weeping Angel

12, Clara, Missy vs 10, Donna, Wilf

3, Delgado Master, Jo vs 4, K9, Romana I

10, Donna, Martha vs 13, Dan, Yaz

1, Barbara, Ian, Susan vs 2, Jamie, Victoria

9, Jack, Rose, Mickey vs 15, Ruby, Mel

10, Donna, Jack, Jackie, Martha, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane, Tentoo vs 1, 2, 3, 5, Tegan, Turlough, Sarah-Jane, Susan, Brig

1, Vicki, Steven vs 3, Benton, Bessie, Brig, Liz

1, Barbara, Ian, Vicki vs 4, Harry, Sarah-Jane

1, Dodo, Steven vs 2, 3, Benton, Brig, Jo

ROUND 2

Day 1

Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Ace, K9, K9 vs 8, Bliss

7, Ace, Mel, vs 8, Audacity

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, Benny, Leela, Romana II vs 6, Constance, Flip

6, Frobisher vs 1, Gillian, John

6, Frobisher, Peri vs Fugitive, Taslo

7, Ace, Benny vs 7, Chris, Roz

8, Anji, Fitz vs 8, Iris, Sam

7, Ace vs 5, Nyssa

1, Barbara, Ian, Susan vs 3, Jo

3, Delgado Master, Jo vs 2, Jamie

2, Jamie, Zoe vs 1, Katarina, Steven

11, Amy, Rory vs 11, Amy

12, Clara, Missy vs 10, Rose

12, Bill, Missy, Nardole vs 12, Clara, Psi, Saibra

9, Jack, Rose vs Fugitive, Gat, Karvanista, Lee

11, Amy, River, Rory vs 12, Bennett, O'Donnell

Day 2

8, Helen, Liv vs 6, Jago, Litefoot

5, Marc, Nyssa, Tegan vs 7 Lysandra, Sally

Brig, Liz, River, vs 5, Antranak, Erimem, Peri

5, Erimem, Peri vs 1, Oliver, Steven

Fugitive, Weeping Angel vs 11, Alice, ARC, John

8, Fitz, Sam vs 8, Sam

Homunculette, Marie vs 8, Benny

1, Ben, Polly vs 1, Steven, Vicki

5, Adric, Nyssa, Tegan vs 3, Brig, Jo

1, Dodo, Steven vs 6, Mel

1, 2, 3, 5, Susan, Brig, Sarah-Jane, Tegan, Turlough vs 6, Peri

10, Donna vs 8, Grace

10, Donna, Martha vs 11, Amy, Vincent

14, Donna vs 10, Martha

13, Dan, Yaz, vs 11, Clara

10, Jack, Martha vs 12, Bill, Nardole

Day 3

8, Charley, C'rizz vs 11, Valarie

8, Charley, Romana vs Justine, Eliza

Iris, Jo vs Ace, Hex, Lysandra, Sally

10, Cindy, Gabby vs War, Cinder

7, Ace, Chris, Leela, Romana vs Compassion, Nivet

Benny, Brax, Chris, Clarence, Jason vs Millennia, Rallon, Theta Sigma

5, Business Woman vs 6, Crystal, Jason

4, K9, Romana II vs 2, Jamie, Victoria

2, 3, Benton, Brig, Jo vs 3, Brig, Sarah-Jane

4, Harry, Sarah-Jane vs 4, Adric, K9, Romana II

3, Benton, Bessie, Brig, Liz vs 4, Sarah-Jane

10, Donna, Jack, Jackie, Martha, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane, Tentoo vs Clara, Me

15, Ruby, Mel vs 13, Yaz

9, Jack, Mickey, Rose vs 9, Rose

13, Ace, Tegan, Yaz vs 10, Wilf

13, Graham, Ryan, Yaz vs 11, Amy, Brian, Rory

Day 4

8, Charley vs Brax, Benny

8, Helen, Liv, River vs 7, Ace, Hex

Tentoo, Jackie vs 8, Lucie

6, Evelyn vs Unbound, Benny

11, Absolom Daak, Alice, River, The Squire vs 8, Izzy

8, Compassion, Fitz vs Carmen Yeh, Compassion

Iris, Panda vs The Emperor, The Man with the Rosette, The Man with the Bent Nose, Woman with Long Blonde Hair

Dr Who, Susan Who, Tom Campbell vs Shalka Doctor, Shalka Master, Alison

5, Tegan, Turlough vs 4, K9, Romana I

2, 6, Jamie, Peri vs 1, Barbara, Ian, Vicki

4, K9, Leela vs 2, Ben, Jamie, Polly

7, Ace, Glitz, Mel vs 5, Nyssa, Tegan

10, Donna, Wilf vs 11, Amy, River

15, Kate, Rose Noble, Ruby vs 10, K9, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane

12, Bill vs 15, Ruby

12, Clara vs 11, Clara, Paternoster

ROUND 1 (Group Stage)

Day 2

Group 1

6, Constance, Flip

6, Evelyn

6, Jago, Litefoot

7, Ace, Hex

7, Ace, Mel

Group 2

8, Charley, C'rizz

8, Charley, Romana

8, Charley

8, Audacity

8, Audacity, Charley

Group 3

10, Anya, Mark

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, Benny, Leela, Romana II

Unbound, Benny

Ace, Hex, Lysandara, Sally

Group 4

Justine, Eliza

Pandora, Bodyguard

Romana, Leela, Braxiatel, Narvin, Ace, K9, K9

Tentoo, Jackie

Group 5

6, Frobisher, Peri

8, Izzy

10, Anubis, Cindy, Gabby

10, Cindy, Gabby

Group 6

7, Ace, Chris, Leela, Romana

7, Benny, Chris, Roz

7, Chris, Roz

8, Anji, Fitz

8, Benny

Group 7

The Emperor, The Man with the Rosette, The Man with the Bent Nose, Woman with Long Blonde Hair

Unknown Doctor, Zeleekhà

Benny, Brax, Chris, Clarence, Jason

Carmen Yeh, Compassion

Compassion, Nivet

Group 8

3, Crystal, Jason

6, Crystal, Jason

David Banks!Doctor, Crystal, Jason

Dr Who, Susan Who, Tom Campbell

Shalka!Doctor, Alison, Master

Group 9

1, Katarina, Steven

1, Dodo, Steven

1, Ben, Polly

1, Bret, Katarina, Steven

Group 10

3, Benton, Bessie, Brig, Liz

3, Benton, Brig, Yates

3, Brig, Jo

3, Delgado!Master, Jo

3, Jo

Group 11

4, Leela

4, K9, Leela

4, K9, Romana I

4, K9, Romana II

4, Adric, K9, Romana II

Group 12

1, 2, 3, 5, Tegan, Turlough, Sarah-Jane, Susan, Brigadier

5, Peri

6, Peri

2, 6, Jamie, Peri

6, Mel

Group 13

9, Rose

9, Adam, Rose

9, Jack, Rose

9, Jack, Mickey, Rose

10, Rose

Group 14

10, Donna, Martha

10, Donna, Wilf

10, Donna, River

10, Donna, Jack, Jackie, Martha, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane, Tentoo

10, Wilf

Group 15

11, Amy, River, Rory

11, Amy, Brian, Rory

11, Clara

11, Clara, Paternoster

War, 10, 11, Clara

Group 16

12, Clara, Me

12, Bill

12, Bill, Nardole

12, Bill, Missy, Nardole

1, 12, Archibald, Hamish, Lethbridge-Stewart

Group 17

14, Donna

14, Rose, Noble

15, Ruby

15, Kate, Rose Noble, Ruby

15, Ruby, Mel

Day 1

Group 1

1, Oliver, Steven

5, Antanak, Erimem, Peri

5, Brewster, Nyssa

5, Erimem, Peri

5, Marc, Nyssa, Tegan

Group 2

7, Ace, Benny

7, Klein

7, Lysandra, Sally

8, Bliss

8, Lucie

Group 3

8, Helen, Liv

8, Helen, Liv, River

11, Roanna, Valarie

11, Valarie

Group 4

Brax, Benny

Brig, Liz, River

D'eon, Eliza, Justine, Mary Culvar, Sandwich

Iris, Jo

Group 5

War, Cinder

1, Gillian, John

2, Gillian, John

6, Frobisher

Group 6

11, Absolom Daak, Alice, River, The Squire

11, Alice, ARC, John

Fugitive, Taslo

Fugitive, Weeping Angel

Alice Obiefune, John Jones

Group 7

8, Compassion, Fitz

8, Fitz, Sam

8, Iris, Sam

8, Miranda

8, Sam

Group 8

Homunculette, Marie

Iris, Panda

Millena, Rallon, Theta Sigma

Mister Shift and the former slaves of Mictlan

5, Business Woman

Group 9

1, Barbara, Ian, Susan

1, Barbara, Ian, Vicki

1, Steven, Vicki

1, Sara, Steven

Group 10

2, Ben, Polly

2, Ben, Polly, Jamie

2, Jamie, Victoria

2, Jamie, Zoe

2, Jamie

Group 11

2, 3, Benton, Brig, Jo

3, Brig, Sarah-Jane

3, Sarah-Jane

4, Harry, Sarah-Jane

4, Sarah-Jane

Group 12

5, Adric, Nyssa, Tegan

5, Nyssa

5, Nyssa, Tegan

5, Tegan, Turlough

1, Tegan

Group 13

7, Mel

7, Ace, Glitz, Mel

7, Ace

8, Grace

Group 14

10, K9, Mickey, Rose, Sarah-Jane

10, Mickey, Rose

10, Martha

10, Jack, Martha

10, Donna

Group 15

11, Amy

11, Amy, River

11, Amy, Rory

11, Amy, Vincent

11, Abigail, Kazran

Group 16

12, Clara

12, Clara, Psi, Saibra

12, Clara, Courtney

12, Clara, Missy

12, Bennett, O'Donnell

Group 17

13, Graham, Ryan, Yaz

13, Yaz

13, Dan, Yaz

Fugitive, Gat, Karvanista, Lee

Hologram 13, Vinder, Yaz

13, Ace, Tegan, Yaz

links to previous tournaments

#doctor who

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HD longer fics recs : 125k to 150k words

Here are a few recs for fics ranging between 125k and 150k words.

You can see my recs for fics that have more than 200k here and between 150k and 200k here.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by @firethesound [149k]

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion [131k]

Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

By the Grace by @letteredlettered [139k]

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship [135k]

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.

Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco’s chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep.

Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.

Eight Days A Week by @romaine2424 [121k]

This is foremost a love story and second it’s about those growing up years. Becoming adults with adult lives and adult decisions.

Yes, Harry’s a Trainee-Auror and Draco’s a Healer-in-Training after the war. Yes, Harry eventually moves into 12 Grimmauld Place. And, yes, attraction happens between Harry and Draco and they fall in love, but then there’s more. Draco is now free from Voldemort, free from fear of going to Azkaban, free from his Father’s beliefs, and free to be the person, the witch, the woman she always felt she should be. And for Harry, it’s time to lose the shackles of his childhood and discover who he really is and what’s truly important in life. This story begins one year or so after the Battle at Hogwarts and follows their relationship faithfully for two years. The final chapter will take place later in their lives.

This is a positive transition story without body dysphoria, but will contain moments where prejudice and slights arise. This story is categorized as M/F.

25 Holiday Scenes for Eight Days a Week by @romaine2424 [16k]

Eight Days a Week continues with 25 Holiday Scenes. As of now, they are all family oriented. If that changes, I’ll update the ratings! We begin where we left off in the Main Story (before the epilogue), which is a few weeks after Libby’s surgery. They were married in the summer, and Prim, their daughter was born in September.

Every New Beginning by @fencer-x [140k]

“You curl your lip and wrinkle your nose and sneer and call me Saviour, yet you only seek my help at the eleventh hour. That’s what’s fucked up, Malfoy.” || Draco Malfoy is dead, and Harry is absolutely totally fine with that.

Graceless Heart by shushu_yaoi_lj [132k]

Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.

When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.

Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena [128k]

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Harry. Hiding out with Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

Taking Chances by @gracerene09 [135k]

After the war, Draco disappeared and started over in America, vowing never to return to Great Britain and the fraught past he left behind. Unfortunately, when his mates convince him to sign up for an exchange programme for the last year of their Auror Training, Draco learns that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

That Which Divides Us by oldenuf2nb / @dianacopland [126k]

Three years after what would have been their seventh year at Hogwarts, the war between the forces of light and Voldemort’s minions grinds on. But even within the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix there are vast disagreements over what is good for ‘the Chosen One’ and his volatile relationship with Draco Malfoy has many on edge. Sometimes even the best intentions can reap disaster.

This Ain’t the Garden of Eden by @romaine2424 [131k]

In 2020, Hit Wizard Harry is starting to enjoy his life. He’s divorced, and no longer Head Auror. His biggest project these days is trying to remodel 12 Grimmauld Place for him and the kids.

Draco Malfoy is recovering from his wife’s death. But is happy with his Ministry position as Temporary Head of the Department of Intoxicating Substances, and with his son who he adores.

This all changes quickly when Minister Shacklebolt decides not to run for another term. The assumption is that ‘all is well’ in the British Magical world, and that Hermione Granger-Weasley will easily be voted in as the next Minister for Magic. However, Draco knows better. He knows she has a strong competitor who is wooing those who live in Knockturn. And if he wins, the Ministry, and all that has been accomplished the previous twenty odd years, will be destroyed.

To have a Home by Aulophobia [126k]

Not quite a decade after the war, Draco Malfoy was happy with his quiet little Muggle life in Oxford. He had a small group of friends from the university he’d attended, and colleagues from the law firm where he worked as a solicitor. He played folk music on his violin around the city. And he volunteered to provide legal services getting mostly idiot teenagers out of trouble with the law. His life was full. He had no contact with the magical world, and all was the way he liked it. And the feeling of emptiness in his chest, the feeling some part of him was missing, was at least better than the alternative. Or at least it was until the last few months when he kept getting called down to the police station to get Harry Potter out of trouble. Indecent exposure and possession was one thing, but the latest charge was for murder. OR Harry and Draco find each other again after the war in Oxford, a completely non-magical city. Together they solve the mystery of the city which hates all wizards but them.

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym [131k]

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands [146k]

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

His friends try to help, but the only thing that can hold his attention—one of the only things that ever has—is Draco Malfoy, out on parole and weirdly hanging around the British Museum.

As they keep running into each other, Harry sees that Malfoy is different, and he wonders if he can be someone else, too.

Featuring rumpled band shirts, poker games everyone hates, fumbling sex, and a Harry going a little mental over how wands even work.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#drarry #drarry recs #my recs

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isaacarellanesismyhusband · 4 months ago

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september back to Hogwarts -writing prompts (to celebrate a new year at Hogwarts)

Day 1 "First Day Back" Draco Malfoy

Draco is bound to have a dramatic reaction when reuniting with y/n(she/her) after the summer

Day 2 "The Sorting Hat’s Choice" Harry Potter

Harry would be supportive if y/n(she/her) is sorted into a different house but also might feel torn about house loyalty

Day 3 "Late-Night Library Meetings" Cedric Diggory

Cedric is hardworking, so it's likely he’d be caught up in a late-night study session in the library

Day 4 "First Potion Class Disaster" Fred Weasley

Fred’s sense of humor makes him the perfect person to cause a potions class mishap

Day 5 "A Quidditch Rivalry" Draco Malfoy

Draco takes Quidditch seriously, and he would be competitive if y/n(she/her) was on the rival team

Day 6 "Secret Hideaway" Newt Scamander

Newt has a knack for discovering hidden places

Day 7 "Defense Against the Dark Arts Partner" Harry Potter

Harry would shine in a DADA duel, but it’s the tension with y/n(she/her) that might throw him off his game

Day 8 "Forbidden Forest Adventure" Fred Weasley

Fred’s adventurous side would definitely lead him and y/n(she/her) into the Forbidden Forest for some risky fun

Day 9 "Care of Magical Creatures Mishap" Newt Scamander

he’d be the perfect one to save y/n(she/her) from a creature gone wild

Day 10 "Study Date in the Common Room" Cedric Diggory

Cedric’s calm and sweet nature would create the perfect cozy atmosphere for a study date with y/n(she/her)

Day 11 "Yule Ball Flashback" Draco Malfoy

Draco would reminisce about dancing at the Yule Ball with y/n(she/her)

Day 12 "An Unexpected Kiss" Harry Potter

Harry’s emotions would likely get the best of him after an intense Quidditch match, leading to an impulsive kiss with y/n(she/her)

Day 13 "[char.]’s [their house] Attitude" Draco Malfoy

Draco's blood purity beliefs get him into an argument with his girlfriend, y/n(she/her)

Day 14 "[char.]’s Prank Goes Wrong" Fred Weasley

Fred would be the prankster who accidentally upsets y/n(she/her), only to try and charm his way back into her good graces

Day 15"[char.]s Mag. Creatures Collection"Newt Scamander

Newt showing y/n(she/her) his incredible collection of magical creatures

Day 16 "First Hogsmeade Trip of the Year" Cedric Diggory

Cedric would be the perfect choice for a sweet, romantic Hogsmeade date

Day 17 "Care Packages from Home" Harry Potter

Harry knows what it’s like to feel homesick, and he would help y/n(she/her) through it with empathy

Day 18 "Muggle vs. Magic" Draco Malfoy

Draco’s fascination (or confusion) with Muggle-borns could lead to some interesting dynamics

Day 19 "Jealousy at the Great Hall" Fred Weasley

Fred would get jealous in a playful, competitive way, and this could lead to some flirty banter or possessive moments

Day 20 "Flying Lessons" Harry Potter

Harry’s natural talent on a broom makes him a great teacher, and he’d be patient with y/n(she/her) ’s struggles

Day 21 "Late-Night Astronomy" Newt Scamander

Newt’s gentle and introspective nature would suit a quiet, stargazing moment with y/n(she/her)

Day 22 "Slytherin vs. Gryffindor" Fred Weasley

after Gryffindor’s win, Fred makes sure to remind y/n(she/her) of their bet, leading to a sweet and flirty moment where he proudly claims victory—and y/n(she/her) ’s heart

Day 23 "Hogsmeade Butterbeer" Cedric Diggory

Cedric’s warm personality makes him the ideal companion for a cozy Butterbeer date at The Three Broomsticks

Day 24 "DADA Patronus Lesson" Harry Potter

Harry’s experience with Patronuses would come into play here, and he’d share something personal to help y/n(she/her) succeed

Day 25 "A Dance at the Black Lake" Cedric Diggory

Cedric’s romantic and kind nature fits perfectly with a quiet, intimate moment dancing by the Black Lake

Day 26 "Caught in the Rain" Fred Weasley

Fred would make getting caught in the rain fun and flirtatious

Day 27 "Autumn Festival at Hogwarts" Harry Potter

Harry would be the one to invite y/n(she/her) to an autumn festival at Hogwarts, offering a simple yet heartwarming date

Day 28 "Tension in Potions Class" Draco Malfoy

Draco’s competitive and intense nature would come to the forefront during an argument in Potions, leading to serious tension with y/n(she/her)

Day 29 "The Room of Requirement" Harry Potter

Harry would find Y/N (she/her) in the Room of Requirement when she needs space, offering her comfort without asking too many questions, letting her know she’s not alone and he’s always there for her

Day 30 "Hogwarts Express Home" Fred Weasley

Fred and y/n (she/her) are on the Hogwarts Express going home for the summer. Fred wants to make sure their last day together for a while is extra special

if u want to, u can use the prompts with whichever character you please

next to the title I'll write the character (after it's done)

! this list will act as a masterlist as well !

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aethon-recs · 1 year ago

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HP Rec Fest, Day 17 ❄️

@hprecfest daily prompts running through Dec 31. Goal is to find lesser-known or underrated works, even by well-known authors, to feature here.

Day 17: A Fic that Made You Cry

We Still Have Time by @duplicitywrites (T, 9k, complete)

Summary: On Samhain, the veil between the physical and spiritual world weakens enough for the living to speak with the dead for a brief period of time. Tom and Harry are graced with twenty-four hours together before one of them must return to the other side, only— Which one of them is it? Why I rec it for this prompt: I actually cry every time I reread this fic. The little time that Harry and Tom are able to have together, and how that changes through the years, is so beautifully portrayed in this fic. A gorgeous meditation on death, and what it means to let go, especially for someone like Tom who canonically refuses to accept death as part of the natural order.

Running list of recs:

#hprecfest2023 #tomarrymort #harrymort #tomarry #aethon recs #tomarrymort recs

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Day 3- The Duke and Duchess of Sussex met with food manager of "Delborough Lagos" Jimmy Antonios and Nigerian politician & philanthropist, Stanley Uzochukwu.

Jimmy wrote, "It was an honor and privilege beyond words. Their influence has touched countless lives, including mine, in profound ways. I’m humbled and grateful for the opportunity to express my admiration in person, and to have a very fruitful conversation with their grace the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, my mentor Stanley Uzochukwu, and Mr. Misan Harriman". (5/12/24)

Meghan wore a Carolina herrera white blouse, paired with a skirt, which was a Aso-Oke outfit that was gifted to her & Harry by the Chairman and CEO of the Nigerians in Diaspora, Hon. Dr. Abike Dabiri-Erewa, at a reception luncheon the day before. The Aso-Oke is a hand-woven cloth created by the people of Iseyin in Oyo State Nigeria in the 1500s. Usually woven by men and women, the fabric is used to make men's gowns, called agbada and hats, called fila, as well as women's wrappers, called iro and head tie, called gele.

#the sussexes #duchess of sussex #meghan and harry #duchess meghan #meghan markle #meghan the duchess of sussex #princess meghan #duke and duchess of sussex #harry and meghan #prince harry #prince harry duke of sussex #meghan duchess of sussex #lagos nigeria #carolina herrera

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faejilly · 1 year ago

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one thing i hate in fics is when they say that alec is less flexible than magnus, matt being less flexible than harry? absolutely.

but ALEC LIGHTWOOD accomplished warrior, master archer, and much more, being less flexible than magnus just doesn’t make sense to me,

like i’m my mind all shadowhunters are crazy insane flexible bc it just doesn’t make sense that they’re not, so that whole notion is bullshit to me and once i would love to see alec being more flexible than magnus

12/10... I would say no notes but actually I have SO MANY NOTES so the meme dies with me. (This is not a new thing. 😅)

There are a lot of different types of 'flexible' but I will agree that like... Magnus' physicality is absolutely partly about knowing he can handle any situation thrown at him, is part self-defense and psychological armor and health, strengthens his magic and his mind and his mood, but it's also for FUN and dancing and teasing and playing!

And all of that, even the self-defense & fighting when necessary, is entirely different than the physicality of a trained soldier who fights every single damned day of his life and has since he was (at least) ten, and probably younger.

(Shadowhunters were all child-soldiers! They're deeply fucked up and violent and competent! EMPHASIS ON VIOLENTLY COMPETENT.)

And I wrote a whole tangent on child-soldiers and Alec as a mentor but that is NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT WHOOPS, I'll try and come back to that somewhere else at some point.

The whole point of Shadowhunters, however, is that they can successfully fight demons AND (however reprehensible this bit is) they have the skill & power to subjugate the entire Down World, including the Warlocks who have vast and flexible magical powers that can pretty much do anything they want them to.

Now, part of this is numbers, because even if they are in a constantly losing battle against the demons, they do still have children which as far as we know none of the Downworlders can manage.

But part of this must be that they can, in fact, handle/fight against magic, demonic skills, and people who have hundreds to thousands of years of experience keeping themselves alive in a world that is hostile to them. They can hold their own against vampires and werewolves and warlocks and even seelie knights who ALSO TRAIN TO FIGHT FOR DECADES OR CENTURIES, because the fae do in fact prefer to stay in their own realm rather than fight for an equal seat at the table with the nephilim.

Like. WTF think about that. The Seelie Queen is capricious and powerful and power-hungry and terrifying and she lets her people be second-class citizens in our realm because it's not worth trying to fight the nephilim.

Now part of that is clearly she doesn't want to have to be the one dealing with demons and she does in fact have her own realm to live in, but still.

STILL.

Nephilim must be absolutely horrifying.

The most famous 'greeting' from angels when they meet humanity is "Be Not Afraid" but nephilim want and encourage that fear.

They are infected with angelic grace in a way that overrides their humanity, in a way that even overrides demonic power, because children of nephilim are always nephilim even when they don't know it, even when one of their parents is demonic or Downworlder. (Even Jonathan Morgenstern is still a nephilim, as well as everything else he is because of Lilith's blood & Valentine's abuse.) They have runes to enhance and control and shape their angelic grace, but even without a single rune activated they are not mundane.

Even a bb!nephilim with minimal training like Clary can survive being thrown off a building and breaking every part of her body. She survives! (When apparently unprepared and without active runes!) Long enough to be healed with magic/iratzes/handwaved-something-or-other off screen and for it to be entirely irrelevant five minutes later. Alec gets stabbed in the heart with adamas (which has been shown to be very hard to heal from in other contexts!) and is fine the next episode! We all kind of complained about the lack of healing/comfort/explanation in the show, but THINK ABOUT IT.

They can heal from almost anything to the point that they're child soldiers who don't even have to learn what mundanes would consider basic first aid because they don't need it.

Magnus puts on a good show but he is terrified of the Circle returning. Now there are a lot of very good reasons for this, including politics and prejudice and systemic power structures but it is also because nephilim even on an individual level are terrifying.

They have to be, or their historic ability to oppress the rest of the world falls apart. They can neutralize and hold their own against vast cosmic powers (the more powerful demons) and ancient vicious capricious warriors who have no love for them (fae) and/or wild magic powered by incredibly emotional beings who are terrified for their lives and souls and giving it their all because they have absolutely nothing the fuck left to lose (warlocks), and the nephilim consistently, reliably, win.

Not without cost, of course, but still. They win. They are not trained to survive or outlast or get away to hide and fight back another day, which is clearly the goal of most Down Worlders. They are trained to end a threat quickly and economically and sacrifice themselves if necessary to do it. (Survival is preferable, so you're around to fight the next thing too, but it is understood that it is not always possible.)

Realistically, this means that if a nephililm is actually trying to fight they will be able to do things with their body that are impossible, and they will be able to work through damage that would be fatal to everyone else without even flinching, and if you're close enough to see how a nephilim can really move you're probably already dead you just don't know it yet.

#jilly answers #Anonymous #my sh rambling #sh meta #eldritch angels #shadowhunters #idek how to tag this ramble sorry not sorry #there is of course the fact that #if you're close enough to a nephilim who ISN'T FIGHTING #but does still wish to show you what they can do #you're probably in for a good time #dancing or rock-climbing or fucking or whatever #but it might be a little disturbing if they're not careful #because that's still not RIGHT that a body can do that

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HP Rec Fest, Day 12

Today’s prompt challenges me once again as I never rarely start fics before they’re completed. By the Grace was the last WIP I followed since the beginning so it’s been a few years, but I’m always willing to make an exception for 25 Days of Drarry and @hprecfest gave me some extra motivation to find another advent fic to follow. This time I don’t have rare pair WIPs to share so I’m reccing two Drarry WIPs, one fairly recent and the other a 2020 fic I’ve been obsessed with ever since day one. Thrilled to be reccing two of my favourite authors here, cannot praise these two gems enough:

Day 12) A WIP you're following:

A Christmas Miracle by @sleepstxtic (E)

Draco is a world-renowned Magi-Diagnostician and Harry is a Cursebreaking Healer, both working in St. Mungo's. They're not-quite-friends, not-quite-lovers, who argue at work and have sex on the weekends. And they're both fine with it, thank you very much. But when a mysterious attack in the hospital leaves Draco trapped in a coma, Harry must do all he can to save him. All the while, an inexplicable, deadly, children's illness is spreading through wizarding London. Oh, and there's some Time Magic thrown into the mix.

just look at that summary! this fic was made for me and after reading the first few paragraphs (such a delightful opening scene!) I knew I’d be breaking my no wip rule and I regret nothing. that, and I also happen to be a slut for work colleagues slash fuck buddies, and Kat delivers in spades as per 😌 this fic is a mix of my fave things like competent Healer!Draco, time travel magic (!!!), case fic, delicious banter between this insufferable Draco and charming Harry. I’m having so much fun and can’t wait to see where this is going!

In The Dark by @bixgirl1 (E)

In the aftermath of an apocalypse, Harry receives an order to find and bring Draco Malfoy nearly a thousand miles, to the tenuous safety of Hogwarts. But more than distance separates them from their goal. The world has fallen, and death is hungry.

I cannot begin to describe how obsessed I am with this wip. even if it never gets finished it will have been so so worth it because this right here is one of the most vivid, creative and impressive world buildings I’ve ever seen. the urgent and dangerous atmosphere is superb and I love love love how Harry and Draco find solace in each other while facing a grim and terrifying inferi apocalypse. brilliant storytelling and delicious slow burn with creative magic, tender romance and heart stopping fight-or-flight sequences. a masterpiece!

#hprecfest2023 #day 12 #WIPs

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danpuff-ao3 · 8 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @lizzy0305! 😘

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

118 altogether. Some old Marvel fics, some meta...107 of them are HP fics.

2. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only Harry Potter, though I've got some old Marvel ones up.

3. Top five fics by kudos:

Oh hey! It's changed since I last checked...my Top 5 used to be all from the Yes, Daddy series, but a couple of others broke through! Now we have...

Daddy's Boy

Obscene

Daddy Knows Best

Breed Me, Daddy

Contempt

4. What’s your total ao3 word count?

749,120 as of now!

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my best to! I've had a hard time keeping up with it lately, but my goal is to get to them all eventually...I want all of my commenters to know how very much I appreciate them!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Haha...haha...huh. Idk. I write too much angst 😭 How am I supposed to pick? I think either A Matter of Time or In My Veins (In My Blood) are probably the worst 2, maybe?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...do I write happy endings? Jk, jk...Oh yeah! The Curse of Anteros for sure has a happy ending. A well earned one at that!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes! Collateral Damage got some hate for a certain twist 👀 Most of my dead doves get weird comments, because I don't pull my punches. The odd weird or rude comment scattered elsewhere. I try to handle it with grace, but honestly I'm a big ole sensitive baby so...🥲

9. Do you write smut?

Oh hell yeah 😈

10. Craziest crossover?

No crossovers really, though I want to write a HP + PJO crossover one day...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and may it stay that way.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! And I'm super honored by it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet! But I'd like to one day.

14. All time favourite ship?

Snarry 4 life.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably old ones from my earlier days, but anything I've posted within the past few years I fully intend on finishing. Even if smile with sweet surprise only gets 1 update a year 🤣

16. What are your writing strengths?

idk 🥲 umm...I write emotions pretty well I think. I write angst pretty well especially. I really care about the characters and portraying them as honestly as I can, and as real as I can, accepting all of their humanity, good and bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hmm. I don't think I could write fluff to save my life...I've made some attempts but 😂 I struggle a lot with my work for various reasons, none of them easy to put a name to. I do have a hard time balancing the idea of...wanting to leave a lot to implication, but trying not to be so subtle people don't actually have a hope of catching on at all. (Thank god for beta readers.)

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it, but I worry about Google Translate failing me 😭

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

For sure it's Contempt, and its counterpart Devotion. Truly the story of my soul. All of my feelings about Snarry poured into it. 20+ years of passion and devotion to this pairing! I'm not sure I could love anything more or be prouder of anything more. (Though I do think The Curse of Anteros is my best work, but Contempt/Devotion will always have my heart!)

Tagging: @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @ac1d6urn, @loneamaryllis, @fleetingdesires, @greenmegsnoham, @lqtraintracks, @somnwritessometimes, @aeternumregina, @broomsticks, @thistlecatfics, @maesterchill, @wolfpants, @mintawasalreadytaken, @saintsenara, @the-paper-monkey, @ashesandhackles, and anyone else who wants to play!

#tag game #writer asks

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serenaew · 1 year ago

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10+2 projects, 40 days of madness

I think these barely 40 days in which I FINISHED 10 projects and got an acceptable draft of two more deserve their own masterlist, with how many different fandoms, fanwork types and styles I have been doing - check out the tags for an overview.

(I think it also warrants my updating my general masterlists soon :D )

Links here, sorted according to fandom / ship with a brief description!

Harry Potter: Severus Snape / Harry Potter

1) Promises, Promises... (T, 5k) with art by @acydpop in which Harry pines and his children scheme for his happiness.

2&3) Repertum (M, 11.7k), Fidelitas (T, 3.2k) / Flamma (G, art) with moodboard by me and art by @dandelionstars, @ac1d6urn and me This concludes the Halcyon Days series - making it my first completed multichapter work in my first completed series!

4) Wish not for a soul that is full of sin (T, 4.7k incl. meta) with art by @hereiamwithmyninjaclan and playlist and meta by me. My the first work of my Merman!Snape AU, inspired by Classical romantic music. Please, please give this one some love <3

Harry Potter: Harry Potter & Severus Snape (incl. Severitus and pre-Severitus)

5) Surrender (M, 3.1k incl. meta): fic by @sanctuary-angel, podfic and meta by me The Snape no Comfort podfic.

6) Reconditioning (T, 12.9k): fic by @bintemuhammad, podfic by me My longest podfic so far! In which Harry explodes cauldrons for no apparent reason, not helped by Umbridge's methods of torture disguised as detentions.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians 'verse: Thalia Grace & OC

7) The Lost Gods (G, 12k): fic by hiddendruid, podfic by roseszain and me Slavic mythology meets Percy Jackson verse!

This is how you lose the time war: Blue/Red

8) Poison and Win(?) (filk tto Poison & Wine) with @wilfriede About the final poisoned letter from Red to Blue.

Iliad

9) Proem: Helen, Achilles and the Great War of 1,200 BC (filk tto Prologue from Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812), with a whole bunch of amazing people <3 A venerable Greek Poem where everyone got three epithets.

Phantom (Yeston/Kopit)

10) This World Is Mine! (filk tto This Place Is Mine from Yeston/Kopit's Phantom) Crazy Carlotta in Space filk. Listen to this if you want to hear me blow my mic with my high notes.

Bonus: WIPs:

11) Happy Temporality! - A Tesseract in Time, or an Attempt at Adulthood unpublished original fiction in which I pun about my sleeping-on-the-floor excursion back in April. Thank you to @v0lumnius for the titular expression!

12) [untitled mashup] an untitled a cappella mashup of Chim-Chim-Cheree (Mary Poppins), Once Upon a December (Anastasia) and In Noctem (Harry Potter). Makes for haunting Sad Christmas / Little Girl with Matches vibes.

I have never been so productive in my life, at least fandom-wise. I hope y'all don't mind my craziness too much :D Enjoy!

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dhr-ao3 · 30 days ago

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Lipstick and Cigarettes

Lipstick and Cigarettes https://ift.tt/E4TjUko by Lia_Redrose Draco Malfoy comes back after having spent years studying abroad, and is bestowed as the most desirable bachelor in England. Hermione Nott isn't interested in him at all, but her life takes an unexpected turn when Lavender drags her to a nightclub. From Chapter 1: It was all Lavender’s fault, as per usual. And a boy’s fault, obviously. Six days before Lavender had heard from Cho, who had heard it from her mother, who had heard it from someone at the Ministry that the scion of the Malfoys was about to come back to England. The news had sent Lavender straight to Ecstasy galaxy for being the only heir of the wealthiest family in Wizarding Europe and - as many said - having been graced with considerable beauty, Draco Malfoy was the catch. Or he would have been hadn’t he been a first-class jerk. Words: 4171, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Protective Theodore Nott, Smut, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Sex Positive Hermione Granger, Explicit Sexual Content via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/jRGfznE November 28, 2024 at 12:22AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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lov-eable · 2 years ago

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TELL ME ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #06

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

masterlist ◌*ꕤ

word count ✦ 1416

A/N: hellooooooooo! a little bit later than usual sorryyyy <3 not proofread so excuse any mistakes :] im so excited for next chapter hehe hope u enjoy itttt 💗 btw i LOVE reading your comments and mixed opinions about chishiya, i think im fulfilling the purpose i had for chishiya's character :D

06/12/18 12:24

You were sitting between the library shelves, as usual, your small beat-up notebook with childish stickers on the cover in one hand, and your chewed pencil in the other. You weren’t so sure how you were still allowed there, you considered maybe the librarian had begun to care for you seeing you read so passionately, grabbing as many books as you could and always greeting her with a contagious smile. Also, forbidding you to enter the establishment was maybe a bit too much for anyone, not letting you borrow books for a whole month was enough punishment.

You stared blankly at the page, almost as empty as your mind if it hadn’t been for some scribbles you did at the top, unsure of what to write. Whatever you had written yesterday before ‘him’ -his name was now forbidden- destroyed the paper was wonderful but was absolutely forgotten. You contemplated that maybe you should’ve taken the remaining papers with you, taken them home and put it all together with some tape, but the idea didn’t cross your mind at the moment. So angry you needed to step out of the classroom for a minute, a minute which turned into some hours, you don’t remember exactly how many but you were outside until some minutes before the final bell rang.

Fleeing the way you did had two main purposes, not punching anyone innocent, sometimes you could be pretty impulsive and hasty towards others, and avoiding him. This task did not end there, you made your best effort to evade him completely, but it wasn’t as easy as you thought. You made sure to be at the classroom for roll call before sneaking out, you thought you were so clever by doing but teachers noticed your absence right away as the silence was more prominent than ever. Although it did not disturb teachers enough to search for you because, at the end of the day, it was you, you were always disappearing, and if you were in the classroom by god’s grace, all you did was distract others or bicker with Chishiya.

Sorry, bicker with he-who-should-not-be-named. It was your teacher’s indifference the main reason why your plan succeeded. When the shoot started, you promised yourself you would commit and not escape, again, for Mr. Kyuma’s sake but the conditions did not work in your favour to keep this promise. So now, you weren’t avoiding only ‘him’, you were avoiding Director Kyuma and his cameraman, Mr. Shitara. In fact, you tried to sneak yourself into the cafeteria earlier as you were quite hungry but you almost ran into Mr. Shitara, so you had to stay in the library.

You were deep into your thoughts, trying to find the lost poem in the ponds and rivers of your mind, when you heard how a book hit the floor, most probably on accident. You looked up at whoever dropped the book and there he was, the Dark Lord -you had a dream some days before in which he was Voldemort and you were Harry Potter, so now it was his nickname between you and your friends- looking at you, you had the impression he did not expect you to encounter you there, but you never knew with Chishiya.

He picked up the book and left it where it was supposed to be to then head towards you, when he was just right in front of you, he knelt down as you were sitting on the floor. You were about to ask him what he wanted when he spoke, “let’s eat something after school, I know you haven’t eaten all day” he handed you a packet of cookies, “I need to tell you something too, you can stay here, I won’t tell Director Kyuma I saw you. Meet me outside the school gates, okay?” you took the cookies puzzled and before any word could exit your mouth, he left you there, extremely confused and with some cookies. Strawberry cream-filled cookies, your favourite ones.

You were not sure why, but you stood outside the school gates as soon as they were open, just like Chishiya told you to. Kuina and Arisu questioned you about your hideaway when they saw you and told you to go with them to get some ice creams, only to deny the offer this one time. They were suspicious about why you had rejected them, and even more suspicious about why you were still standing there as if you were waiting for someone else, but with some glances between them, they decided to keep the interrogation for later.

If they had asked right then and right there, they probably would have left with more doubts than before. Yes, you were waiting for Chishiya, but why? Because he told you to? You were not the kind of person who just did what they were told to do, so why were you there, rejecting ice cream offers from your friends? He hadn’t even apologised for tearing apart your poem, there was no reason for you to be waiting for him. As you were regaining some sense and decided to leave, he stood in front of you, “let’s go”.

You decided to eat in a small shop named ‘Midsummer Noodles’, the walk there was painfully silent but as soon as you took a seat, the owner greeted you, “Oh, Chishiya! Long time no see! Please send my greetings to your father” he smiled with the softness only older people could, “oh, you are Kano's youngest daughter, right?” you nodded, smiling back to him, “you must be Chishiya’s girlfriend…” you did not let him finish the statement by telling him it was not like that right away, your cheeks flushed.

“Sorry, the neighbours recognize me a lot because of my dad” you told him it was okay, town people were always so noisy, as you were checking the menu, “I have never eaten here, what’s good here?” you clearly saw how he thought it for a moment before answering you, “the spicy noodles are really good”, “let’s have them then”. He directed himself towards the owner whose name was unknown to you, “mister, can we get two spicy noodles? Please make one less spicy”.

When the noodles arrived, he told the owner the less spicy ones were for you. It was strange, first, your favourite cookies, then, this. He had noticed your eating preferences. And he also said he would be paying for the food, even if you insisted you would pay for your food. “So, you said you had something to tell me, right?” without replying, he brought his school backpack from behind the chair to his lap and, after searching for a bit, he took out a laminated sheet. He handed the sheet to you and you noticed the paper inside it was all stuck together with tape. You read some words. It was your not-destroyed anymore poem.

“I’m sorry about this, and about the book too. I hope you did not get punished too hard” you smiled delicately at him, “it’s okay, I mean, I’m not permanently banned, the lady just took my library card for a month, but I’ll get it back” he smirked, as usual, “oh, so I get this whole month to read more books than you and finally win” you looked at him with a confused gesture, “what? The library competition?” you seemed disoriented, “oh, god. Don’t you even look at the board which says the students who have read the most every month?” you nodded denying it, “you are the one who reads the most every month, I’m always second. So I’ll win this time” you needed some seconds to process the information, “oh, no! I’ll lose my record!”. For the first time ever, you took the time to talk with each other.

The food was over and he had already paid for it, you were ready to go but he stopped you. “Before you leave, you should keep your important documents safe…”, he took some empty transparent sheets and handed you them, “here are some more, don’t let your poems roam free through the desks” he smirked, again, but you were starting to get used to it. You thanked him and both of you were outside the restaurant, ready to part ways, he had already gone his own way when you turned around and began walking next to him, “my house is this way too, I’m not following you”, you clarified, “didn’t say you were”.

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