#a family celebration second annual gala

[jtrocks]

[formulawolff]

celebrity — l.h.

pairing -> fem!reader x lewis hamilton

word count -> 2.2k

warnings -> lewis in bf mode, slight angst, cursing, alcohol usage, marijuana use, sexual innuendos, lewis is a FLIRT, reader is slightly insecure, some tears, hurt + comfort (THE BEST TROPE EVER)

a/n -> i am well aware this is not in the garage, but i just can’t stop thinking about this concept. i hope i did it justice!

“you look beautiful.”

heat flourishes into your cheeks, your palms clamming as his hand drifts toward your thigh, grasping the heated skin. he flashes you a smirk as his thumb delves underneath the fabric of your gown.

“easy there,” you murmur, head connecting with his shoulder, “we don’t want to be late.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“i think a few minutes wouldn’t—“

“lewis.” you tut, and he picks up the way your eyes roll in the rear view mirror, “i’m already an anxious wreck. now is not the time.”

“i’m just trying to put a smile on that sweet face,” he counters, yet his tone is light, “you’ve just been so uptight today. all i’ve seen for hours is that tight-lipped frown. the one you wear when you’re dreading something or super worried.”

you shrug, gaze darting toward the passenger window, “i just hate work-related events. especially around the holidays. why do they even matter?”

as fate would have it, your boyfriend, lewis hamilton, would be accompanying you to a gala hosted by your agency. it was the annual holiday ball, where all of the employees were invited to dress their best, encouraged to bring along a plus one.

due to lewis’ hectic schedule during the year, it was difficult to find a window of time to see one another. add in a time zone difference along with your own line of work, and it was almost impossible.

however, lewis made no exceptions when it came to you.

if it was something involving you, he would find time.

no matter what.

and just a couple of days ago, he flew into chicago, so that he could be with you for all of the holiday celebrations. although you had only been dating for about a year, you knew it was time to introduce him to not only your family, but your coworkers as well.

so what better way to introduce him than a work-related party?

yet, it wasn’t that easy.

lewis was no ordinary man. he was a seven time world champion, a highly decorated and coveted athlete in his sport. he spent his weekends driving at speeds well over two hundred miles an hour. he was sponsored by tommy hilfiger, owned a brand, and was even knighted.

he was well-known all around the world, even by those who were not formula one fans.

everyone knew sir lewis hamilton.

and what the world didn’t know, was that he had a girlfriend.

an american girl, merely twenty-three years old.

so naturally, you were a little apprehensive about tonight.

especially if people started to snap photos and post them.

that aspect was the most terrifying part of it all. what would people think? what would his fans say about you? what rumors would the tabloids and gossip pages spin?

how would people perceive you? how would they see your relationship with lewis? would they hate you? like you? think you’re pretty? what if lewis broke up with you because you weren’t good enough for his fans?

what if?

what if?

what if?

his hand squeezes your thigh, bringing you back to earth, “they’re important because your coworkers are like a second family. i know that sounds corny, but it’s true, especially at an agency like yours.

you guys see one another for nearly forty hours a week. i think it’s only fair you attend one work-related event. even around the holidays. who knows, some of your coworkers may not even have a family to come home to. so that’s why they enjoy events like this.”

letting out a huff, you shift your body to your right, in the direction of the window. a brassy chuckle rumbles in his throat, flowing from his plush lips.

“you know i’m right, love. that’s why you’re pouting over there.”

inhaling a sharp breath, you then exhale, shaking your head. the words are low, barely a whisper.

“maybe it’s because i don’t want everyone at work knowing about my private life.”

“oh baby girl,” lewis hums. you feel his grip on your thigh tighten, “is that what’s been bothering you?”

“y-yeah.”

your lower lip trembles, promising of tears. the golden lights of the city morph together as your vision blurs, the car soaring down lake shore drive. a steady hand dials the volume of the music down, his arm intertwining with yours.

just for a second, you feel his eyes pull away from the road, taking in the way you’re practically clinging to him, desperate for some comfort.

“talk to me love. tell me what’s going on.”

“i-i just,” you stammer, choking back sobs, “i just don’t like how my worlds are colliding. it makes me scared because it feels so… so… serious. i am terrified that you’re not going to like it here. or that you’re not going to like me.. the real me. and i just don’t want you to be bothered all night by people gawking or pointing or whispering.”

before you can even register what’s happening, lewis is pulling into the venue. as he places the car in park, waiting for the valet, you notice his jaw tighten, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

his brows are pinched together, his lips slightly pursed. his body shifts, the chain resting on his collarbone glittering in the low light. his chest heaves, almost as if he was panting, fighting something he couldn’t quite control.

almost as if his inhibitions were crumbling away by the second.

fingers curl around the base of your neck, pulling you in close. lewis cocks his head, tongue running along his lips as he studies you.

your pupils are wide, irises slightly glossy from the tears and the half-smoked joint tucked away in your clutch. your lips glimmer, shiny from the new lip oil he bought.

it was a shade he picked out hours ago, one that suited you oh so perfectly. he was satisfied with that pick, as it brought out colors in your eyes he never had noticed before. they were absolutely stunning, nearly pulling him in as he slowly fell further and further under your spell.

your hair was swept into an elegant style, one that you had never worn for him before. the way you managed to pull just about anything off left him speechless, struggling to find the words as his gaze wandered.

the gown clinging to your frame was stunning. it was a simple black piece adorned with crystal detailing on the bodice, sleeves, and skirt. it was a piece by elie saab, one of the top designers in the realm of gowns. very slyly, he was able to get your measurements one day on a whim, sending them over as quickly as possible.

he researched dozens upon dozens of gems and crystals so that he could find colors that reminded him of you. it was a gown that took months to perfect, as lewis started the moment you texted him about the event. he even had it flown over to the states with him, just so that he knew it wouldn’t get misplaced or damaged.

it was a one-of-one piece, made specifically for you and only you.

and to lewis, that was priceless.

he couldn’t tell you that, though. it was his little secret, meant to be divulged when he felt the moment was right.

“lewis,” the way his name falls from your lips is enticing, dripping with a sweetness he found himself addicted to, “they need to park the car.”

“oh,” he blinks, realizing that the attendant was waiting right outside, “shit. sorry.”

gritting your teeth, your can feel your heart thudding as lewis slips out of the car, chirping a greeting to the attendant. he makes his way around the front end, opening the door on your right.

he offers you his arm, bearing a wide smile. one of his trademark grins that nearly had you melting, your knees buckling as you took a step forward.

the agency you worked for was able to rent the art institute for the evening, transforming it to a wondrous winter-themed ball. all around there was a warm glow from candles, illuminating the vast space with golden light. people mill about, laughter intermingling with the clinking of glasses and music.

as you cling on to lewis, you feel your muscles tense, the pit in your stomach only growing by the second. fuck, there were more people than you expected. and of course, heads were starting to turn. ducking your head, you avoid any eye contact, hoping that lewis locates your table as soon as humanly possible.

this was just too much.

“easy there love,” his mouth ghosts over your ear, “i got you. i promise.”

“as long as you promise,” you mutter, shrinking slightly as you pass by a few people from the agency. there are a few gasps, hushed murmurs erupting as he manages to find your table, pulling your chair out.

“lewis, they’re staring.”

“let them."

in that moment, you want to sink into the chair. maybe even into the floor. beside you, lewis takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. he brings your knuckles to his lips, peppering them with tender kisses.

"you want a drink? it may help."

exhaling a shaky breath, your eyes dart around, noticing a cluster of your coworkers approaching the table. yet, you feel his attention remain solely on you, paying no mind to the women starting to swarm around. his fingers massage into your hand, his shoe pressed against your heel.

"why didn't you tell us you were dating a celebrity?"

"you're dating lewis hamilton? how long have you been dating? how did you meet?"

"i can't believe you didn't share this with us!"

lewis' head tilts upward, dimples forming as he flashes them a dazzling smile, "me? a celebrity? i'm not so sure about that. you may have me mistaken for someone else."

"no," your coworker, vanessa, shakes her head, "i know exactly who you are. you're sir lewis hamilton. seven-time formula world champion."

"how did you manage to land him?" another one of your coworkers arches a brow, "because never in a million years would i have--"

"i'm with her because i love her," lewis cuts in, his kindness rapidly dissolving into a polite yet firm tone, "it shouldn't matter what she does for work, or if she's an influencer or model. fuck, she could be unemployed and i wouldn't care. i love her for who she is. that's how she 'landed me.' she's absolutely wonderful. now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to go over to the bar."

your coworkers' eyes widen, their mouths clamping shut as lewis dips his head, motioning for you to get up. his hands grip the back of your seat, tugging the chair toward him. rising to your feet, you take his hand, fighting to maintain a straight face.

once you were out of earshot, lewis clears his throat, "how about we ditch this and go out to eat? how does that sound? we could go to that one restaurant you have been begging me to take you to."

"are you sure?" you press, "i don't want to make you feel as if i dragged you all the way out here only to stay for--"

"don't worry about it love," the driver leads you toward the exit, carefully discarding his suit jacket, "here, you'll need this. it was a bit nippier than i expected out."

as he drapes the jacket around your shoulders, you can't help but feel your heart swell, bliss rippling in your chest. taking your clutch out of your grasp, he holds onto it, clicking his tongue.

"a beautiful woman like you should never have to hold her bag. let me flag down the valet, and then we can go out. just you and me, yeah?"

the corners of your lips twitch, curling into a meek smile, "i would really like that."

"then it's settled," fishing his phone out of his pocket, his eyes scan over the sign resting on the podium, dialing the number for the attendant, "just so you know, people may snap some photos while we're out. are you okay with that? is it going to bother you? if so, then we can just go back to your place and order some--"

"i think i'll manage," you can't help but giggle at his concern, "as long as you hold my hand, i'll be fine."

"oh my love," a hand drifts toward your cheek, cupping it. the pad of his thumb caresses your cheekbone, the driver's heart fluttering as you nuzzle into his palm.

"your celebrity boyfriend loves you very much. you know that?"

"i do," you nod, "and i love my celebrity boyfriend. oh so much."

lewis leans in, his lips nearly on yours. his eyes lock with yours, his nose studs glinting as your head instinctively tilts back, anticipating what was to come next. he catches the shimmer of stars bursting in your depths as the tip of nose brushes yours.

"i'm not sure how much longer your celebrity boyfriend can contain himself. especially when you're so fucking stunning. i can't bear it a second longer. i need you."

"then kiss me," you counter, "and if someone sees, oh well."

"oh yeah?" he taunts, "you want someone to see?"

"maybe," heat rises in your cheeks as his lips tease yours, "maybe it's time that people know lewis hamilton has a girlfriend."

a chuckle rings out, lewis bringing you closer as the valet turns around the corner, the car approaching closer and closer.

"oh my love, i think it's time the entire world knows."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[nexility-sims]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 / ❛ boy crazy ❜ part 1 (@armoricaroyalty)

❝ The Lover's Gala was the Armorican Queer Front's biggest annual event and 2044 was the 25th Anniversary. The organization's communications team had spent months putting out stories about the gala and the celebrities and members of the royals family expected to attend, trying without much success to turn the event into a major cultural major. Overnight, Princess Zofia (and her new boyfriend) blew them all out of the water. It was only his second time in Armorica, and the first time they'd appeared in public together since the funeral. It was only natural that they landed on the front page of every newspaper in the country, the gala (and the work done by the AQF) a vague footnote after paragraphs upon paragraphs breathlessly speculating about the intimate details of the lovebirds' long-distance relationship. "

♥ shoutout to gabe for pitching this very fun idea, as well as for the title card, the contextual prose, and, of course, my beloved daughter miss zofia augusta st. fleur !!!!!!! she's my favorite barbie doll & has been for a long time :^) i guess i love and adore my son as well, but nonetheless. this is special in part because it's the first time i've written them speaking outside of a parody piece that will never see the light of day. anyway, enjoy this super premature dialogue-inclusive, full-color sneak peak of Them™

PART 2

TRANSCRIPT:

{Light music, overlapping conversations}

[Z] It’s gotten so long since December!

[R] Anything for you.

[Z] Anything at all? Promise?

[R] On my life.

[Z] So ... Can we leave then?

[R] Well, that’s actually your call—

[Z] Okay, let’s leave right now!

[R] We’ve been here for only a short while, Fia.

[R] Even less if you count the “restroom break.”

[Z] That was worth it, and no one even noticed.

{Knocking}

[Z] Occupied!

[Z] Anyway, Hannah’s still here. Even Pidge. Et cetera. We can go.

[R] They walked out ten minutes ago—Hannah with Hugo, Margaret following Arthur. All through a servant’s door. Very conspicuous.

[Z] Did they? Huh. So they did.

{Rui laughs}

[Z] Look, if we leave now, it’ll be perfect. It’s barely nine o’clock. We can go back to the city, change clothes, go dancing—!

{Imaginary club music thudding} [Z&R V.O.] Party all night—bet you don’t believe me, but we actually do have good clubs [Rui snickers] or, like, one I like a lot—then I get a cheeseburger—[no pickles]—right! Oh, remember that poor cashier in Nakawe? You sure told him. [“Plain” means plain.] My hero! Anyway, then you carry me and my sore feet to bed. Ideal night.

[Z] You can keep this on, actually. Maybe ditch the jacket.

[R] Undo another button or two?

[Z] Of course. [Soft sigh] You get me.

[Z] The rose is also a must.

[R] It’s for you—a keepsake.

[Z] Aw. Our first appearance and our first Valentine’s Day ...

[R] A sign, probably. Meant to be.

[Z] Romance novel worthy. I’d read it.

[R] The boxes are checked: excitement, fate, many graphic—

[Z] No! Erotic. {Repeats in Armorican} Memorize that one.

{Murmuring}

[R] Do you think I should’ve worn a tie this evening?

[Z] What?

[R] If we were home, obviously not. But, Armorica is ... People here seem to care a lot about unnecessary things. So, was that a misstep?

[Z] {Laughs}

[Z]  Pfft. Hugo didn’t even have his jacket on.

[R] {Scoff} I am not Hugo.

[R] I want to make a good impression—on your family, really. This visit is different. They’re all, for better or worse, paying attention to me.

[Z] Are you kidding? Mission accomplished. [Z] Trust me, they love you! Now, come on, let’s go already—!

[shesgotthebeststories]

IF I WAS THE MAN, THEN I’D BE THE MAN

a b99/ rosa diaz x oc fic

“what i was wearing… would all be separated from my good ideas and power moves”

a fic where maddy wins an award, but it goes…not so well

The grand hall of the NYPD’s annual awards gala buzzed with energy. Officers and detectives from every precinct were gathered, celebrating their hard work and camaraderie. Maddy adjusted her tie, glancing nervously at Jake, who gave her a reassuring smile.

“Relax,” he whispered. “We deserve this.”

Maddy nodded, though her stomach churned. Being recognized for her work was exciting, but the spotlight wasn’t her favorite place.

The host, a seasoned and grizzled detective named Lieutenant Caldwell, took to the stage. He carried himself with an air of authority, his voice gravelly and commanding as he spoke into the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Caldwell began, “tonight we honor two of the 99’s finest. Please welcome to the stage Detectives Jake Peralta and Maddy Montgomery!”

Applause erupted as Jake and Maddy made their way to the stage. Jake’s grin was wide, his hand casually brushing through his hair as he waved to the crowd. Maddy followed, her own smile more subdued but genuine. She glanced out at the sea of familiar faces: Holt, Rosa, Amy, and the rest of their precinct cheering them on.

Caldwell turned to Jake first.

“Detective Peralta,” he began, his voice booming. “What can I say about this man? A relentless detective, a true hero. This is the guy who’s gone undercover to take down some of the most dangerous criminals in the city.”

Jake stood straighter, his grin growing smug as Caldwell continued.

“This is the man who’s been shot in the line of duty—twice! And each time, he came back stronger, ready to tackle whatever came his way. Brave. Determined. And tough as nails. That’s Jake Peralta.”

The audience applauded again, a few officers whistling as Caldwell handed Jake his medal. Jake turned to Maddy, winking.

When Caldwell turned to Maddy, his expression shifted ever so slightly.

“And now we have Detective Maddy Montgomery,” he said. “What can I say about her?”

Maddy’s smile faltered slightly as Caldwell’s tone changed.

“Well, she’s… kind. Really good at comforting grieving families, making sure victims feel supported,” Caldwell said, his voice dripping with condescension.

The room grew quieter, the applause dying down.

“Montgomery’s not exactly the type to go charging into danger,” Caldwell continued, smirking. “But she sure knows how to keep the coffee warm back at the precinct!”

A ripple of laughter broke out among the men in the crowd. Maddy felt her stomach drop, her hands clenching into fists.

“And let’s not forget,” Caldwell added, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, “she’s quite the looker. It’s no wonder everyone at the precinct seems a little happier when she’s around.”

The laughter grew louder. Maddy’s cheeks flushed with anger, her smile now completely gone. Her gaze darted to the audience, catching Holt’s stern glare and Rosa’s tight-lipped fury. Amy looked like she was seconds away from standing up to yell.

“And so,” Caldwell concluded, holding up the medal, “here’s to Maddy Montgomery. The heart of the 99.”

The crowd clapped politely, though the atmosphere was awkward. Caldwell handed Maddy her medal, his smirk unwavering.

Maddy didn’t say a word. She grabbed the medal, her jaw tight, and turned on her heel. Without looking back, she marched off the stage, her steps quick and purposeful. The sound of her heels against the floor echoed as she headed to the table where the rest of the 99 sat.

Grabbing her bag, Maddy threw it over her shoulder and stormed toward the exit.

“Maddy, wait!” Jake called, rushing to catch up with her.

She stopped just before the doors, her back to him. “Don’t, Jake. Not right now.”

Jake hesitated, his usual playfulness replaced with concern. “That guy was a total jerk. Everyone knows you’re incredible—”

Maddy spun around, her eyes blazing. “Do they, Jake? Because it sure didn’t sound like it in there.”

Jake fell silent, guilt flickering across his face.

“I’ve worked just as hard as you,” Maddy continued, her voice shaking with anger. “I’ve got more arrests, more closed cases. But all I am to them is a pretty face who brings cookies to the break room.”

“You’re not—” Jake started, but Maddy cut him off.

“Save it. I need some air.”

With that, she pushed through the double doors, leaving Jake standing in the empty hallway.

-

Outside, Maddy sat on the Hall’s front steps, her medal clutched in her hand. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she stared down at it, her jaw tight.

“Mads?” Rosa’s voice was soft as she approached, sitting down beside her.

“Don’t,” Maddy said, her voice breaking. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t matter. Because it does.”

Rosa nodded. “You’re right. It does. And you deserved better.”

Amy sat on Maddy’s other side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That guy’s an idiot, Maddy. We all know you’re one of the best detectives in the NYPD. And you don’t need his approval to prove it.”

Maddy quickly wiped away her tears as the rest of the 99 emerged from the building, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Holt led the group, his expression as stoic as ever, followed by Terry, Jake, Charles, Gina, Hitchcock, and Scully.

They stopped in front of the trio on the steps, the weight of what had transpired earlier still hanging in the air. Terry broke the silence, his voice warm and inviting.

“How does drinks at Shaw’s sound? On me and the Captain?”

Maddy looked up, her tired eyes meeting Terry’s kind smile. She glanced at Rosa and Amy, both of whom nodded encouragingly.

“Yeah,” Maddy said, her lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

With that, the group dispersed, heading toward their cars. Rosa stuck close to Maddy, guiding her toward her own car.

-

The ride to Shaw’s was quiet. Rosa kept glancing at Maddy, her brow furrowed with worry.

“You okay?” Rosa asked softly, her voice uncharacteristically tender.

Maddy didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights.

Rosa tried again. “Mads, you don’t have to talk, but... just know I’m here, okay?”

Maddy nodded slightly but still said nothing. Rosa sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. She hated seeing Maddy like this, but she knew pushing wouldn’t help.

-

When they arrived at Shaw’s, Maddy slipped inside and immediately found a quiet corner to tuck herself away. She ordered a glass of wine and nursed it slowly, running her finger around the rim of the glass as she watched the rest of the squad celebrating. Jake and Charles were already on the dance floor, their moves as ridiculous as ever. Gina held court at the bar, regaling a small group with one of her outrageous stories.

Maddy sighed, the lively atmosphere only amplifying her exhaustion. She stared into her glass, lost in thought, when Jake suddenly appeared beside her, slightly out of breath from dancing.

“Come on, Mads!” he said, holding out his hand. “You’ve got to come dance with us. Charles just did this move—well, I’m not sure it qualifies as dancing, but it’s hilarious!”

Maddy shook her head. “I don’t really feel like dancing.”

Jake frowned, his exuberance dimming. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her. “Hey, I’m really sorry you had to deal with that jerk tonight. Caldwell is absolutely insane—”

“It’s fine, Jake,” Maddy interrupted, her tone flat. “I’m used to it. Guess that’s what I get for working in a male-dominated field.”

Jake’s frown deepened, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by quiet concern.

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it,” he said softly.

Maddy forced a small smile. “Go celebrate, Jake. You deserve that medal, and you deserve to have fun tonight.”

Jake hesitated, clearly torn.

“It’s fine, really,” Maddy assured him with a nod.

Reluctantly, Jake stood and returned to the dance floor, casting one last glance over his shoulder before joining Charles.

Maddy took another sip of her wine, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the table. The noise of the bar faded into the background as she lost herself in her thoughts.

Then, the sound of a glass being tapped silenced the room. Maddy looked up to see Captain Holt standing near the bar, a glass raised in his hand.

“I’d like to raise a toast,” Holt began, his deep voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room. “And I would like to invite Detective Maddy Montgomery to join me up here.”

Maddy froze, her heart pounding. She looked to Amy, sitting nearby, her face etched with concern.

“It’s okay,” Amy said softly, “I promise.”

Something in Amy’s tone reassured her. With a deep breath, Maddy stood and walked to the front of the room, her steps measured and deliberate.

Holt gestured for her to stand beside him, and Terry joined them.

Terry was the first to speak. “I remember Maddy’s first week at the precinct,” he began, his voice warm and proud. “We had this cold case that had been sitting on my desk for months. Everyone thought it was unsolvable. But then, in two days, Maddy handed me a file. Case closed. I knew right then she was perfect for my squad.”

He placed a hand on Maddy’s shoulder, smiling at her. She couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth of his words easing the tightness in her chest.

Holt spoke next. “Detective Montgomery has accomplished a great deal in her time at the 99. From her successful undercover operations to leading a task force that dismantled a major crime ring, her contributions have been invaluable.”

Maddy’s gaze drifted to the back of the room, where Rosa leaned casually against the wall, a soft smile on her face. Maddy smiled back, the weight on her heart lifting slightly.

Holt continued, his tone resolute. “Tonight, we rectify an oversight. Detective Montgomery, it is my honor to re-award you this medal, in recognition of your bravery, your skill, and your unwavering dedication to justice.”

He hung the medal around her neck as the room erupted in applause. Terry lifted his glass high.

“To Detective Montgomery,” he declared.

The bar echoed the toast, glasses raised high. Maddy’s heart swelled as she looked out at her team, their faces filled with pride and love.

For the first time that night, she truly smiled.

-

Later that night, the apartment was silent except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. The city lights outside filtered through the curtains, casting faint patterns on the walls. Maddy lay curled up in bed, her head resting against Rosa’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Rosa’s arm was draped around her, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on Maddy’s stomach.

The weight of the evening still lingered, but the warmth of Rosa’s embrace helped ease the ache in Maddy’s chest.

“Hey,” Rosa said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. Maddy tilted her head slightly to look up at her.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking about tonight,” Rosa began, her voice unusually gentle. “And I just want to say how proud I am of you.”

Maddy blinked, surprised by the statement. “Rosa—”

“No, let me finish,” Rosa interrupted, her hand moving to brush a strand of hair from Maddy’s face. “What that guy said? It was absolute garbage. You know that, right?”

Maddy looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the blanket. “Yeah, but it still stings, you know?”

Rosa tightened her hold, pulling Maddy closer. “Of course it does. But listen to me, Mads. You are one of the most badass detectives I’ve ever met. You’ve done more for the 99 than half the people in that room tonight could ever dream of doing. And it’s not just about the numbers—though, let’s be real, your arrest stats are ridiculous—it’s about the way you do your job.”

Maddy’s lips quirked into a small smile at Rosa’s words.

“You don’t just solve cases,” Rosa continued, her tone full of admiration. “You connect with people. You care about the victims and their families in a way that makes them feel seen. And that matters, Mads. That’s what makes you different. And incredible.”

Maddy felt her eyes sting, a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t say anything, letting Rosa’s words sink in.

“And tonight?” Rosa added. “You handled everything with so much grace. I don’t think I could’ve kept it together the way you did.”

“Barely,” Maddy mumbled, her voice thick with emotion.

Rosa chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Maddy’s head. “Barely counts. And you’re allowed to have moments where it all feels like too much. That’s why I’m here—to remind you just how amazing you are when you forget.”

Maddy finally looked up at Rosa, her eyes glistening. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always,” Rosa replied, leaning down to kiss her softly.

As they settled back into the quiet of the night, Maddy felt the tension in her body slowly melt away. She closed her eyes, her head nestled against Rosa’s chest once more.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Maddy murmured, her voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” Rosa said, her fingers gently running through Maddy’s hair. “I’ve got you, Mads. Always.”

And with that, Maddy finally allowed herself to relax completely, drifting off to sleep in Rosa’s arms, feeling more loved and valued than ever.

(i wrote my final english essay last year on the man and the barbie movie and the representation of stereotypes and gender roles and things like that and wanted to write something based on the man :) also idk how pd award ceremonies work so….enjoy)

[ali-annals]

it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: G | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 2.3k | TW: -

A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.

Marinette schemes her way into becoming Jason Todd's girlfriend. He loves her more for it.

The crisp October breeze caressed the curls around the girl’s head, softly brushing them across her face with a cool kiss. She tucked them behind her ear, pinning them out of her eyes so she could better appreciate the night sky sparkling with diamond-like stars. 

The fresh air of the balcony was a paradise to Marinette, who had been in the stifling ballroom of Wayne Manor far too long. It was full of people, socialites from Gotham and celebrities from New York all wanting to schmooze with the Waynes and other more-influential-than-they 1-percenters.

The noise of the live music and clinking of crystal and boisterous conversation eventually drove Marinette to the relative peace of the muted balcony.

She gave one last lingering look at the stars before patting her hair and dress down, drawing in a deep breath as she put her hand on the knob of the balcony door.

The noise that had been muffled on the balcony was a shock to her ears and she immediately began making her plans to escape ASAP. She’d talked to everyone she wanted and needed to, had thanked her host and his butler, and had eaten her fill in appetizers. All her evening’s boxes had been checked.

Sliding into the shadows of the edges of the room, she began making her way to the grand doors of the exit all the way across the room when her vigilant gaze caught on someone.

He was in conversation with a small group of young men around his age, at the side of the room, his face shadowed. She could only make out his profile, but what she saw made her pause in her escape, trailing her eyes down his body. He wore a red dress shirt under a tailored black suit, the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows. She appreciated people who rolled their sleeves instead of just shoving the fabric up, especially on knits.

He laughed at something the redhead said, bringing his glass up to his mouth with a grin. Even from across the room, his laugh sent shivers through her; it was nice and warm, something she heard, focused as she was on his person.

His gaze turned slightly and met hers, then flicked back to his conversation partners.

A tiny bit piqued that he hadn’t even taken a second to appreciate how well her dress fit–which was her talking point for the night and something she was immensely proud of–she reminded herself that he may have a girlfriend or wife or boyfriend for all she knew.

With one last glance at him, memorizing his features in case she came across him at a future event, she continued on her path to the door. 

She had some research to do, and it was better done in the comfort of her fuzzy jammies and a glass of wine than on her phone in the shadows of a billionaire’s ballroom.

~~~

A night of research later, Marinette had filled a page of her notebook with what she knew about her new target, formatted as her usual client information sheet. The next three pages were filled with half-drawn-up plans and scribbled over strategies to get to know him better.

Name: Jason Todd

Age: 28

Birthday: 16/08/1996

Primary Residence: Gotham, NJ

Features: Black hair [white forelock]; light eyes [specifics?]; tan skin, warm undertone; 1.83 m/6’0”; trapezoidal body type; warm undertones & colours best suited to skin tone.

Contact Information: -

Social Circles: Martha Wayne Foundation 20th Annual Fundraising Gala…

Relation(s): Wayne Family of Gotham; Head Family of Metropolis.

Marinette loaded her photo software. She often sent her assistant to the events when possible if she was unable to attend, having her assistant photograph the event so she could later analyze the fashions. The camera focus was on the clothing, not the faces, but she still scanned through her files in case Jason had been caught in the background somewhere.

The results surprised her. He’d appeared more often than she expected, though always in the shadows or on the sideline, and only at events that were either Wayne-business related or were for fundraising or charity. Any simply-social events showed not a trace of him.

She opened her carefully colour-blocked and organized planner. How many events had she been invited to that she’d not yet RSVP’d?

~~~

The gala was in full swing by the time Marinette arrived, having rushed to it after finishing her commission at the last minute. It was a fundraising gala in New York for the branch of the Martha Wayne Foundation’s Family Founders mission there, and she hoped that she’d calculated correctly that Jason would be there.

The little research she’d been able to dig up on him had made it clear that he was very much the black sheep and wild child of the Wayne family, with no one ever entirely sure if and when he’d show up in places.

She was dying from curiosity about what he could be doing in between public appearances.  Whatever it was, she knew it would be fascinating.

She skimmed a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray and headed deeper into the crowd, approaching Chloe. If she was in the middle of the room with her old friend, she could scour all the corners at once to see if her prey had arrived.

“Marinette, you look gorgeous!”

“Thanks, so do you,” grinned Mari, taking in the shimmering green dress she’d made for her friend. “Have you been here long?”

“Only since the start of the party,” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Perks of being the head coordinator–you get to be there hours before and after the party happens.”

“Head coordinator?” Marinette looked at her friend in shock. “You didn’t tell me you got promoted!”

“I had to tell you in person, didn’t I?” asked Chloe, gesturing to her sparkling presence as if to say, “Look at me”. “Tina retired, so I was promoted last week. It’s a good thing I was already working so hard on this event, so I was prepared for everything.”

“Lucky you,” said Marinette, giggling a little at the inside joke. 

Chloe rolled her eyes fondly. “Are you ever going to get over making those stupid puns?”

“Not as long as you keep reacting so humorously to them,” she replied, turning a little to scan the room.

“Looking for someone?” asked Chloe, catching her wandering gaze.

“Just…can you see who RSVP’d?”

“Yes…”

“Do you know if Jason Todd said he’d be here tonight?”

Chloe looked at her admiringly, whistling lowly under her breath. “Dang, girl, you’ve got taste! I believe the Waynes simply RSVP’d for four. I don’t know who.”

Marinette wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but when had she ever liked easy? She’d been a magical superhero while she was still in lycee, for kwami’s sake! The thrill of the chase was something she relished, planning out her moves and organizing her target’s schedule and pickpocketing phones to delete texts-

-okay, when she puts it that way, she sounds a little unhinged and obsessive and stalkery, but she really wasn’t that bad! If they didn’t like it, she backed off and respected their ‘no’, and she (usually) only got her information from publicly available sources that didn’t even realize the help they’d given her. 

She just didn’t know how to initiate anything by any other way, having grown up scheming her way into friendships and relationships as easily as she breathed. A cleverly-worded plea here, a subtle cue she’d Pavlov’d into a friend there, and she was golden. Her lucky targets never even knew they’d just been played.

It had been so easy to out Lila, the little wannabe-manipulator. She couldn’t even research a believable untruth, or wait until her ‘friends’ had been lulled into trusting her fully before she overplayed her hand too fast, too much, too soon. It was always better to use little by little–it was more believable if they didn’t realise you’d been doing it for ages, like that frog-cooking analogy.

Marinette sighed faux-sadly into her champagne as she thought of her ex-classmate, whom she hadn’t seen or heard of in almost a decade. Knowing people was definitely the key to life.

Chloe nudged her arm. “The Waynes have arrived for their appearance. I think I see Todd among them.”

Marinette hummed an acknowledgement and drained her champagne, feeling like the bubbles were flowing through her blood as the thrill of the game began anew. Time to go on the hunt.

~~~

Jason Todd was indeed among the Wayne party of four, looking particularly edible in a well-fitted black suit layered over a black shirt. Marinette preferred to add colour and pattern to men’s suits when she could–why were they all so boring; that’s why she liked Jagged so much–but she had to admit the black-on-black really worked for Jason, upping the mysterious aura about him.

Making her way slowly through casual greeting, Marinette eventually arrived at a small circle of socialites chatting just beside Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, and Cassandra Cain, who were mingling with donors.

Bruce glanced over just as Marinette brushed her long hair over her shoulder, leaning in to hear a socialite’s joke. Her laugh was interrupted by her name being called.

“Marinette! I thought that was you! Looking stunning tonight, although you always are, what with having a personal connection to designers, eh?” winked Brucie. 

“Bruce! Lovely to see you again. I see you’ve been cheating on me with Audrey,” she looked his suit up and down.

“When in Rome?” he laughed nervously. “Or I guess, New York. Oh! My children! You must meet them!” Collaring his three children attempting to make a stealthy escape, he introduced her to the man she wanted to meet. “Mari, these are my second- and third-oldest sons, Jason Todd-Wayne and Timothy Drake-Wayne, and my daughter, Cassandra Cain-Wayne. Kids, this is Marinette; she’s the designer that made me that suit I love–the one from that Times photoshoot the other year?”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She shook their hands, letting her fingers rest a little longer on Jason’s than the others. “Your dad is one of my favourite customers.”

“Why’s that?” Timothy tilted his head like a bird.

“He lets me use the fun designs I’m dying to try–all the colourful or ‘different’ ideas. His suits aren’t just a suit off-the-rack or hand-tailored, they’re a challenge and a pleasure to work on.”

“So you don’t like a plain black suit then?” Jason raised his eyebrow, a small smile on the edges of his lips.

“I didn’t say that,” she assured him hastily over his siblings’ snickers. “You pull it off very well.” I’d like to pull it off you, she thought. “Not everyone can wear black-on-black without looking like they’ve still not left their emo stage.”

Several glances were exchanged among the family. 

“Did you have an emo stage?” wondered Bruce. “I wonder what a fashion designer’s emo phase would look like.”

Marinette shivered. “We don’t talk about Emonette in my atelier. Anyways, it’s lovely to meet you all. Please ask your dad for my information if you’d like to step out of your shadowy comfort zone,” she winked playfully at Jason. “Well, I see Audrey waving me over, and now I have a bone to pick with her, Bruce. Ciao!”

With a wave, she left them, taking great pleasure in the feeling of eyes on her as she went.

~~~

“Marinette, why are you still up?”

She looked up from the embroidery she’d occupied her hands with while she waited for Jason to get home. “I decided there’s something you need to know.”

“Okay…” He settled onto the sofa beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. “What’s up, Pixie?”

“It’s about the start of our relationship…”

“Okay?”

“The whole thing was a ruse. I saw you at a party and you intrigued me, so I stalked you and planned out everything, every time we met at parties after that, what we talked about, even when you approached me it was because I’d planned for you to. I don’t know how to actually express interest in a normal, non-stalkery way. It’s only because I’ve planned it out and prepared for it that I act like I do. I manipulated you into liking me and being my boyfriend, but I can’t live with this secret anymore.”

Jason was silent for a few minutes, breathing deeply. Marinette didn’t dare to look at him, too nervous to find out if it was because he was trying to keep his temper in check.

“Mari, look at me.”

She glanced up, catching a smirk on his lips. She took a second, longer look. 

“Why are you smiling?”

“Mari, my innocent Pixie, I know.”

“What?”

“You know I do vigilante work, and I appreciate you waiting for me to tell you about it. Well, I’m the Red Hood. I was trained by Batman and the League of Assassins. My adoptive mother is the master manipulator of the League, and she taught me how to use it and recognize it. I’ve known from the first glance we shared at that party.

“You are absolutely a clever manipulator, Pix, and that’s honestly one of the things I like most about you, maybe because it’s familiar. You may have laid the groundwork for the beginning of our relationship, but you didn’t manipulate me into loving you. Know how I know? Because I love even the things you don’t, even your flaws, things you wouldn’t show me in case it ended your ruse. Well, that won’t work, because I’ve seen them and I love them and I love you, anyways. Good luck getting away from me, my Machiavellian mastermind.”

[noxinkwell]

Chapter 3 of Constellations and Miscommunications is up!

Chapter 3 of Constellations and Miscommunications is up! Which is exciting of how freaking devastating the last chapter was!

Title: Constellations and Miscommunications Rating: E (explicit sexual content; mentions and depictions of mental health-PLEASE MIND TAGS) Word count: 8K+ as of now (will be 21K unless the edits add or decrease more!) Summary:

For the last year, Hermione and Draco’s relationship was a dream come true, hidden away from from prying eyes. That is, until it was time for Hermione to meet his mother.

Then, everything fell apart.

One year later, Draco is revealing two new potions—one to heal the ‘souls’ and the other is to heal a close friend. Hermione is forced to re-live their relationship when she’s invited to a Healers’ Gala hosted by the Malfoy Family to celebrate this momentous occasion.

Tonight’s gala was only for her career. Hermione could get through one more night of seeing her ex and then she can move on… right?

Based on: The Story of Us-Taylor Swift.

Oh, a simple complication Miscommunications lead to fall out So many things that I wish you knew So many walls up I can't break through

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah I don't know what to say since the twist of fate When it all broke down And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Lil preview:

Hermione stood at the threshold of the manor. The large stone mansion loomed over her, prompting a lump in her throat. Four seasons had passed since Draco had left her flat–a whole year since she’d seen him. She spared no effort to avoid him in every possible manner until this very night. When she had received the invitation, she was tempted to burn it along with anything else that reminded her of him—just like the article that destroyed them.  Hermione gripped tighter on the invitation, staring down at it.  Dr Hermione Granger and Guest: Dragon’s Breath Alchemy and Potions with the support of the House of Malfoy cordially invites you to its first Annual Gala of Alchemy.  Mr Draco Lucius Malfoy is proud to announce two of his newest concocted potions. The first serves to mend the soul of a wizard or witch. His new potion promises to combine Draught of Peace with his own new recipe that aims to brighten the lives of wizards or witches that have been suffering since the war.  Mr Malfoy’s second potion has been a work of passion and friendship. It provides a way to heal what the Wizarding World believed to be incurable. He hopes to unveil its true purpose at this historical event with a dear friend.  Mr Malfoy wishes to invite all Healers, hospital staff, trainees, and department heads of the Ministry of Magic to this remarkable event for what is sure to be a world-renowned breakthrough in caring for wizards and witches alike.  Saturday, 27 October 2007 From five o’clock to midnight Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England  Please bring this invitation and present it at the door.  “You alright, Hermione?” Ron asked–his voice pulling her out of her thoughts.  She blinked; Ron and Harry peered at her with worried looks. Ron’s hand found hers, squeezing it tightly.  Hermione forced a smile and met his stare. Ron was her best friend–a safe place in his own right. Something Draco clearly never fully understood. The irony of her holding Ron’s hand in front of the Malfoys’ home was not lost on her.  “I’m just…” Hermione sighed. “Anxious.” She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, hoping to slow her heart rate. 

[dollycas]

Cynthia Kuhn

I loved this newest book in this wonderful cozy mystery series. I enjoyed the laughs and the romance and the mystery. ~Bigreadersite’s Blog In the Event of Murder (A Starlit Bookshop Mystery) Cozy Mystery 2nd in Series Setting - Colorado Publisher ‏ : ‎ Crooked Lane Books (August 20, 2024) Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 304 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1639100709 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1639100705 Digital  ASIN ‏ : ‎ B09LH4F684 It’s the star-studded event of the season in Silvercrest, Colorado—but some of the guests might not make it to the last dance alive in the second charming installment of the Starlit Bookshop mysteries from Agatha Award-winning author Cynthia Kuhn. Nestled on the banks of a breathtaking Rocky Mountain river and dotted with delightful boutiques and galleries, Silvercrest, Colorado, is a book lover’s paradise. Bookseller and literary event planner Emma Starrs is looking forward to attending the annual Silvercrest Library Gala, a glamorous evening with celebrities including the legendary Whitney Willton, currently on the hit crime show Chasers, and her niece, party-planner-to-the-stars Lyra Willton. Gala Week is full of exciting activities honoring both page and screen, and library board president Tabitha Baxter is basking in the glow of her successful launch—until Lyra is found dead. With the gala only days away, the board asks Emma for help, despite Tabitha—her longstanding nemesis—bristling over the choice. Emma agrees, even though she is already in charge of a classic mystery panel at her family’s bookstore, Starlit Books, which turns out to have its own challenges. Meanwhile, Whitney, who is aware of Emma’s sleuthing skills, begs her to find the killer. The case grows more complex with the disappearance of several priceless objects, an attack on one of the attending celebrities, and other predicaments. Emma searches for clues while handling every unexpected twist and turn leading up to the extravagant affair. But when the guests step onto the red carpet, a killer still lurks in the shadows—and murder just might become the main event. Author Links  Website      Blog     Twitter/X Book 1 in the Series How to Book a Murder (A Starlit Bookshop Mystery) Cozy Mystery 1st in Series Setting - Colorado Publisher ‏ : ‎ Crooked Lane Books (December 7, 2021) Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 336 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1643858599 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1643858593 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08QVJFZZK Perfect for fans of Jenn McKinlay and Kate Carlisle, in award-winning author Cynthia Kuhn’s series debut, small-town bookseller and literary event planner Emma Starrs is out to close the book on a killer intent on crashing the party. To help save her family’s floundering Colorado bookstore, Starlit Bookshop, newly minted Ph.D. Emma Starrs agrees to plan a mystery-themed dinner party for her wealthy, well-connected high school classmate Tabitha Baxter. It’s a delightful evening of cocktails and conjecture until Tabitha’s husband, Tip—hosting the affair in the guise of Edgar Allan Poe’s detective C. Auguste Dupin—winds up murdered. In a heartbeat, Emma and her aunt Nora, a famous mystery writer, become suspects. Emma is sure the party’s over for Starlit events, until celebrated author Calliope Nightfall, whose gothic sensibilities are intrigued by the circumstances, implores the bookseller to create a Poe-themed launch event for her latest tome. Throwing a bash to die for while searching for additional clues is already enough to drive Emma stark raven mad, but another shocking crime soon reveals that Silvercrest has not yet reached the final chapter of the puzzling case. Someone in this charming artistic community has murder on the mind, and if Emma cannot outwit the killer, she and her beloved aunt will land behind bars, to walk free nevermore. Also written by Cynthia Kuhn Click on the covers for more information or to order from Amazon. 10/15/2024  Read the full article

[ncisladaily]

@every_day_action - We are excited to announce that tickets are now on sale for our second annual gala!! Being held at @intercrewla, the Recycle-Ball will be a celebrity filled evening to remember. @bcefa will be receiving our inaugural Heart of Humanity Awards, presented by @jessetyler- a beautiful moment you won't want to miss. All sales for this event will benefit @every_day_action thanks to our incredible sponsors, @warnerbrostv, @catcurrywilliams, The Foa Family, @danielaruah, @bcefa, @amc_tv, @catherinegray_investinher, and @debra__smalley. Link to purchase tickets is in our bio. Hope to see you there! #supportnonprofits #recycleball #ecocentricevents Thank you to our advisory board member @jordiesmall with @stellendesign for designing our beautiful invite and @staceybeaman with @bewomanmarketing for creating our amazing landing page! @bra_network_ collabs! #womensupportingwoman

[themomsandthecity]

Like Adele, I Felt Like Having a Baby Was Considered "Career Suicide"

We are fortunate to live in a time when women can have it all . . . right? A good career and a loving family is attainable. Yet one of the biggest woman stars in the world has said that when she got pregnant during the height of her fame, she feared she had committed "career suicide." Despite maternity leave protections and heightened conversations around the importance of working moms, highly successful women still fear the impact starting a family will have on their future in the workplace. During her speech at The Hollywood Reporter's annual Women in Entertainment Gala in December, Adele spoke about becoming pregnant with her son, Angelo, during the "pandemonium" that followed her second album, "21," in 2011. She said, "To many, that would be - and it was - considered career suicide." Adele's accolades since then of course speak for themselves (hello, Las Vegas residency, awards galore, and record-breaking album sales), but her sentiment is not unique. I am a mom of one - my daughter is now 13 months old - and as I read Adele's words, I feel a strange sense of familiarity. The day I found out I was pregnant, I was at work. I was producing a photo shoot in London, managing a big, celebrity-led project that I had been working on for weeks on end to make sure everything went perfectly. I was in my element, working in a fast-paced role that I had spent my entire life working toward. Honestly, I was thrilled. And for the next 12 weeks, I was in that little bubble of secrecy where no one knew I was expecting and work continued as normal. POPSUGAR Photography / Jenny Francis Eventually, I started to tell people, and that's when my mindset began to shift. After revealing our news, initial responses of "Oh, how lovely" would often be followed by: "What did your work say when you told them? How did work take it? How are you feeling about leaving work for a year?" Suddenly, my little baby bubble burst, and things became real. Instead of thinking about the fact that an era of motherhood was about to begin, I started thinking about how my career would end. What was my work going to say? What was a year of maternity leave going to do to my career? How was I going to stay relevant in a competitive industry with so many others willing to take over? I quickly began to panic. I started full-time employment back in my 20s, and I'd never for a moment taken time away from focusing on my career. I'd given everything to it, and now I was in a job I loved, yet here I was about to leave it for an entire year and risk it not being there in the same way when I returned. I would lie in bed at night worrying that people would forget me; that a younger, more excitable, not-about-to-get-pregnant-any-time-soon replacement would sweep in and take over and that I'd become uncool and irrelevant very quickly. I hated myself for thinking this. I was so excited to be a mom, so why didn't I feel more confident in myself? I remember telling my colleagues, and they were thrilled for me. If anything, they seemed unsurprised and unfazed by my news. But despite their support, I still felt like I couldn't take the year off I was entitled to. Less for financial reasons, and more for the sole reason that I needed to keep my foot in the door. I told them I'd probably return after nine months and that I would manage a large project for them while on maternity leave, hoping that by taking on work from home, I would stay relevant. And I did. Despite the fact that when my beautiful baby arrived I fully embraced that chaos that is motherhood, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to dip into work. I planned the huge event during nap times and hosted it for three nights - the first three nights I had away from my baby - while breastfeeding, which meant a lot of pumping breastmilk in the toilet as I posted Instagram footage with my spare hand. It was that event, however, that made me stop and realize that having a baby… https://www.popsugar.com/family/adele-career-motherhood-balance-opinion-49332779?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[charitet]

THE WRITEBLR GARDEN'S ADVENT CALENDAR; day 5

prompt: traditions

artwork by WK042

— an intermission chapter from this is how the empire falls

ANNUAL GALA INVITATION

(Sent out by the Welcoming Committee on XX.XX.XXX)

Hello and welcome to our 90th ANNUAL GALA! This year, it will be hosted by the respected Raul Raynberde and his family, in honor of his eldest son’s coming-of-age. Taking place in our beloved and glorious city of Airedale, we invite you all to come and partake in this spectacular celebration!

For this year’s Gala, you can expect a wonderful variety of events! Ranging from wine tasting and daring performances to a colorful air show, our staff and sponsors worked hard to ensure that you won’t be disappointed! We just ask that you bring protective eye wear to the flight demonstration, since we were notified by our superiors last year that several people became blinded from the smoke. We definitely wouldn’t want a repeat of that! 

But fear not, if you believe that’s all Airedale has to offer! Whether you’re young or old, plain or rich, uneducated or scholarly, you can expect to find something that would be the perfect fit for you! If you’re a scientist, be sure to check out the Bemmer Research Facility, an once world-renowned institution now turned into an archive for all to see. Dedicated to the preservation of our most groundbreaking technological innovations and scientific breakthroughs, it is guaranteed to blow your puny mind away and put your own research project to shame (respectfully)!

If you’re into sightseeing, please feel free to go to one of our many beautiful gardens! We highly recommend the Black Hollow Garden to start out. Filled with exotic flowers and a massive marble fountain, dedicated to our founder Harris Warthford, it’ll feel like you have entered an entirely new paradise. We promise that you’ll never want to leave! Just make sure to be careful of the man-eating venus flytrap near the entrance. We wouldn’t want another one of our tourists to get eaten again!

If you’re a huge history lad, the Davenport Museum is the way to go! In there, you’ll get to learn about our founder’s amazing life story and his contribution to PROJECT SKYWARD. That’s right, you will be granted the first glimpse into the project that led to the creation of the first floating city, including the planning stages for Airedale! Just don’t get too jealous because it makes you think that our founder loved our city more than yours. Because it’s true (again, respectfully).

And if you’re the hacker that hijacked our systems last week and deleted most of our files, please kindly throw yourself off an aircraft. Or so help me, with the grace of Airedale, if I ever find out who you are I will [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. Because do you think we get paid enough to deal with your unwarranted shenanigans, you stupid, little [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]!

Ahem, anyway. Please look at your invitation attached below, as well as the itinerary and the map of Warthford Hall, where the Gala will be taking place. Once you read through the instructions and accept the invite, you’re basically set to go! Please make sure to do so at your earliest convenience and we hope to see your lovely faces there! 

By our founder’s blessings,  The Welcoming Committee

[SIDE NOTE FOR THE NEW TRAINEES IN THE COMMITTEE: Please do not use the bathroom on the second floor during the Gala. Not unless you wish to be beheaded like that poor kid from two years ago. It’s only reserved for the old gentleman from North Narfolk with the bladder problems]

[honchosevent]

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The Digital Dawn: Rise of Virtual Events

In a world forever altered by the pandemic, virtual events have emerged as the phoenix rising from the ashes. The convenience of attending from anywhere, coupled with cost savings, has catapulted virtual gatherings into the mainstream. Is this the future of events?

Hybrid Horizons: Blending Physical and Virtual

The sweet spot between physical and virtual events is the hybrid experience. A dynamic blend offering the best of both worlds, fostering inclusivity and extending the reach of events. How will this fusion redefine audience engagement?

Safety First: Redefining Event Spaces

Gone are the days of crowded venues without a second thought. Safety protocols are now the cornerstone of event planning. From contactless registrations to socially distanced seating, how will the post-COVID era reshape event spaces?

Tech Takeover: Innovative Event Technologies

From augmented reality to artificial intelligence, technology is taking center stage in events. How are cutting-edge technologies transforming the attendee experience, and what does this mean for event planners?

Sustainability Matters: Greening Events

As the world becomes more environmentally conscious, events are no exception. Sustainable practices are on the rise. Explore how the events industry is embracing eco-friendly initiatives for a greener future.

Reimagining Networking: Breaking Barriers

Networking has evolved beyond handshakes and business cards. Virtual platforms offer unique opportunities to connect globally. How will this change the landscape of professional networking and collaboration?

The Resilience Factor: Adapting to Uncertainties

Resilience is the heartbeat of the events industry post-pandemic. How are event planners building resilience into their strategies, and what lessons have they learned from navigating uncertainties?

Personalization Paradigm: Tailoring Experiences

One size fits none. Personalized experiences are the new norm. How are events becoming more tailored to individual preferences, creating memorable moments for attendees?

Learning from the Past: Crisis Preparedness

The pandemic has underscored the importance of crisis preparedness. What measures are event planners taking to ensure business continuity in the face of unforeseen challenges?

Global Collaborations: Beyond Borders

Geographical boundaries are fading as events go global. How are international collaborations shaping the events landscape, and what challenges come with organizing cross-border events?

Entertainment Evolution: Engaging Audiences

Entertainment at events is undergoing a metamorphosis. From interactive experiences to immersive performances, how are event planners captivating audiences in the new normal?

Economic Impacts: Balancing Act

The economic fallout of the pandemic has left its mark. How are event planners striking a balance between economic considerations and delivering exceptional experiences?

Cultural Celebrations: Fusing Traditions

Cultural events are celebrating diversity in innovative ways. How are traditions being fused with modern elements to create vibrant, inclusive celebrations?

Regulatory Reckoning: Navigating Compliance

Event regulations are evolving. How are event planners navigating the complex landscape of compliance, ensuring events are not just memorable but also legally sound?

The Future Now: Embracing Change

In conclusion, the events and exhibitions industry is on the cusp of a transformative journey. Embracing change, incorporating technology, and prioritizing safety and sustainability will define the new normal. As we step into this future, one thing is clear – the events industry is resilient, adaptive, and ready for a remarkable rebirth.

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MEHLENBACHER FAMILY HONOURED AT CANADIAN DRAG RACING HALL OF FAME CEREMONY

KIRKLAND, QC (November 4, 2023) – Two generations of Mehlenbachers were honoured tonight at the 7th annual Canadian Drag Racing Hall of Fame Inductees Gala, which took place in front of a full house at Lamborghini Montreal, in Kirkland Quebec. A total of 16 nominees were inducted into the Hall of Fame this year, with the Gala celebrating their accomplishments and contributions to the sport of drag racing. The Mehlenbachers joined an elite group of Canadian Drag Racing Hall of Fame inductees past and present, which includes racers, mechanics, crew chiefs, engine and chassis builders, track promoters, announcers, track officials, photographers, journalists, and sponsors. "I am thrilled, but I am also extremely honoured for my father and the Mehlenbacher family to receive this recognition. It is a very special tribute to me and my family” said Bruce F. Mehlenbacher. "I would like to convey my heartfelt appreciation and thanks to John Scotti and Bob Aubertin, on behalf of myself and the Mehlenbacher family, for honoring my father and me. This induction into the Canadian Drag Racing Hall of Fame is a great honour." Several members of the Mehlenbacher family were in attendance tonight, including Andrew and Bill Mehlenbacher, and Bill accepted for his father on behalf of the family. “My father is very deserving of this award, as one of the pioneers in the sport of drag racing. Many of the members of the Canadian Drag Racing Hall of Fame and those in attendance tonight would not be where they are, had it not been for our father Bruce A. Mehlenbacher and our grandfather L.B. Mehlenbacher. Their dedication and promotion of the sport was second to none,” said Bill Mehlenbacher. “On behalf of my father and our family, we thank you for this distinction.” The Mehlenbachers family history of drag racing began in 1948, when L. Bruce Mehlenbacher purchased a 375-acre parcel of land in Kohler, Ontario, to add to the family’s farming operation. The property included an emergency landing strip, built by the Canadian Government during the Second World War. In 1954, with the cooperation of the Ontario Timing Association, there was some racing at the track in Kohler, and 1955 saw the full operation of the drag racing facility. Things were simple and low-tech in those days, as cars were driven to the track or towed in makeshift trailers. During the 1960s, the track was recognized as Kohler Dragway, Super Boss Dragway, and Cayuga 1320 Dragway. It was operated by several individuals throughout this time but always managed under the watch of the Mehlenbacher family. Throughout that period, the track received both NASCAR and NHRA sanctioning, the prominent North American race governing groups. Throughout the heavy muscle car days of the late 1960s and early 1970s, the Mehlenbachers leased the facility and the dragstrip became one of the most prominent facilities in Canadian drag racing. The first Bruce A. Mehlenbacher NHRA Division 1 Winston World Championship Series Event (WWCS) was held at the now-named Dragway Park, in 1971. A year later, the Mehlenbacher family took full control of the track, operating all aspects of the venue. Throughout the next 12 years, Dragway Park grew in stature, and a full card of National Hot Rod Association (NHRA) class racing ran every season. Each year was highlighted by the very popular and extremely successful NHRA Division 1 Winston World Championship Series event in May. During that time, many of the biggest names in the sport attended events at Dragway Park, including "Big Daddy" Don Garlits, Don "The Snake" Prudhomme, Shirley Muldowney, Bob Glidden, Bill "Grumpy" Jenkins, Joe Amato, Ronnie Sox, Tom "The Mongoose" McEwen, "Jungle" Jim Liberman, "Dyno" Don Nicholson, Ed "The Ace" McCulloch, Raymond Beadle, Connie Kalitta, Gary Beck, "TV" Tommy Ivo, Frank Manzo, Frank Hawley, Billy Meyer, Roger Gustin, Wally and Barbara Parks and, of course, "The First Lady of Motorsports" Linda Vaughn. A highlight of this time was Shirley Muldowney receiving her NHRA Top Fuel license on Easter Weekend at Dragway Park, in 1973. The three drivers who signed for her Top Fuel license were "TV" Tommy Ivo, Connie Kalitta, and "Big Daddy" Don Garlits. Bruce Mehlenbacher Jr. signed as the Dragway Park Track Official. The Mehlenbacher family era of Dragway Park continued until 1984, and the drag strip continues to operate today, under the name of Toronto Motorsports Park. The Mehlenbacher family and Dragway Park collected several awards throughout the years, including the NHRA Northeast Division 1 Dragstrip of the Year in 1982, NHRA Division 1 Bracket Finals Team Champions in 1976 and 1983, and the NHRA Management Excellence Award in 1983. Bruce A. Mehlenbacher was named NHRA Northeast Division Man of the Year in 1973. Bruce A. and Joan Mehlenbacher were then inducted into the Legion of Honor by Darwin Doll in 2010, for outstanding contributions to our drag racing heritage. To highlight an already impressive family history in the motorsports industry, the Mehlenbacher family (L. Bruce, Bruce A., Joan, Bruce F., Holly, Barbara, Bill, Andrew, Julie and Kelly) was inducted into the Canadian Motorsport Hall of Fame in 1998. The Mehlenbacher family's passion for racing involvement didn’t cease at Dragway Park in 1984. It continues in the present day with Bruce F. Mehlenbacher. After working as Track Manager at Dragway Park for 10 years, Bruce became the General Manager of Bob Slack's Cayuga Speedway for eight years, from 1985 to 1993. He would manage the day-to-day operations of the Speedway, which presented short-track championship stock car racing at its very finest, a trademark of the track. The goal was to provide motorsport fans with the best "Specials Only" racing format, which was obtained through major sponsorship support, from companies such as Labatt Breweries, Molson Breweries, Castrol Oil, Player's, General Motors, General Tire and McKerlie-Millen Auto Parts Stores. Quality was the name of the game at Cayuga Speedway, and for race fans, competitors, media, and sponsors alike, the Speedway offered one of the most professionally operated motorsport facilities in North America. In 1991, Bruce co-founded Promark Motorsport International with John Massingberd, which produced Raceline Motorsports Television on TSN, Raceline Radio Network on Telemedia, and Snowtrax Television on TSN and Outdoor Life Network. The ever-popular Sled Ed was a highlight of this period. Raceline Radio Network is now in its 31st year. It is hosted by Erik Tomas and still airs weekly year-round. Bruce F. Mehlenbacher In 1998, Bruce also founded JAJ Entertainment, acting as an independent consultant for motorsports and general entertainment clients. The business specializes in graphic design, hero cards, image creation, internet and web marketing and strategic web development, media management, photography, public relations, special event management and logistics, and sponsorship development. He continues to manage this company today. Among other ventures in the early 2000s, Bruce worked with motorsports drivers, in roles such as public relations for Frank Kimmel, the most successful driver in ARCA history, and also Carl Spiering Motorsports. Bruce also became Executive Director of Development for Fastline Motorsports, Team Manager for Northern Force Racing and Executive Director of Development with Tara MacLeod Racing. In 2003 and 2004, Bruce served as General Manager of Roger Gustin's AutoStar Productions Inc., producer of the Super Chevy Shows. It was the world’s largest drag race/car show series and featured nitro coupes, jet cars, wheel standers, and exhibition vehicles. Bruce then founded the Pro Modified Racing Association (PMRA), Quick 32 Sportsman Series, and Pro Bike & Sled Series (PBSS) in 2004 and serves as their Director of Operations to the present day. The three series have toured several Canadian provinces and U.S. states, presenting a complete package of drag racing action, with excitement for the fans and close competition for the teams. Fans are treated to the PMRA Pro Modifieds, known as the “world’s fastest doorslammers,” the full-fendered cars and dragsters of the Quick 32 Sportsman Series, and the two-wheeled motorcycle and snowmobile action of the Pro Bike & Sled Series. These race series draw a large number of competitors and continue to thrill spectators at events in Canada and the USA. These inductions will also be celebrated at a special Open House for the public on Thursday November 30, at Shelly's Family Dining in downtown Kohler (the home of Dragway Park) from 4:00 pm to 9:00 pm, where several of the CDHF Inductees will be present. #mehlenbacher #brucemehlenbacher #rpmmag #rpmmagazine #PMRA #quick32 #sportsmanracing #jetcars #promodifiedracing Read the full article

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BIGO LIVE Is Reporting Massive Growth In Streaming 2022

BIGO LIVE Is Reporting Massive Growth In Streaming 2022

BIGO LIVE, a global leader in live streaming and creator economy, recently launched its server on Discord, the talk, text, and video communications service. And have recently celebrated its successful first 100 days on Discord.To get more news about topup bigo live, you can visit topuplive.com official website.

Established BIGO content creators, bubbling influencers and fans will now have more networking opportunities on the popular messaging board platform.

Adding to this working relationship and to celebrate the first 100 days of connecting the two communities, a variety of BIGO creators have been hosting on-demand AMA (Ask Me Anything) sessions across both platforms.

These sessions have allowed creators to share the crafts of their trade, professional tips, and insight into their successes as influential creators on BIGO. Some featured AMAs that have taken place to date including Guitargod, Princess Audrey and Kitty.

Guitargod is one of the most tried and true hosts streaming on BIGO LIVE today. When he’s not channeling his inner Jimmy Hendrix playing everyone’s favorite songs and riffs on guitar, you’ll likely find him discussing with fans what it’s like streaming on BIGO, his amazing setup and music culture.BIGO LIVE has around 400 million users and is currently the market leader in the live streaming industry. Launched in March 2016, BIGO LIVE is owned by BIGO Technology. As of 2019, BIGO Technology is owned by JOYY, a Chinese company listed on the NASDAQ.

In 2020, BIGO Technology, a smaller rival of embattled Chinese app maker ByteDance then, shifted its servers from Hong Kong to Singapore, out of the reach of a new national security law at a time when it is seeking to emphasise independence from its Chinese parent. The move, which follows India’s ban on the firm’s apps during this year’s flare-up in hostilities between New Delhi and Beijing, comes as the United States toughens scrutiny of Chinese-owned firms in one of its most promising markets.

The app, which has a presence in over 150 countries and regions worldwide, contributed 90% of Joyy’s revenue in the fourth quarter of 2020. It is the second-highest-grossing non-game Chinese app in overseas markets, second only to ByteDance’s TikTok. In 2021, Bigo Live has helped over 500 broadcasters achieve over 1 million followers each, and it ranks top 2 according to App Annie’s 2021 Top Breakout Social Apps by consumer spending, living proof of this robust creator economy.

The same year, it raised $100,000 in donations through its Global BIGOer One World Together campaign for the World Health Organization’s Solidarity Response Fund for pandemic relief, and donated $10,000 to both The Trevor Project and Living Beyond Breast Cancer.

It hosted its third annual BIGO Awards Gala on Jan 14 this year to celebrate its most exceptional broadcasters from around the world. The gala took place on Bigo Live’s Music Livehouse Channel (Bigo ID: music). Amy and Iwapoyo from Japan and Vanruby from Vietnam held the top spots in the 2021 ranking of Top Global Broadcasters. Additionally, Japanese family BigWin was honoured as the Top Global Family on Bigo Live.The theme of this year’s Awards Gala 2022 was “Better Live, Better Future”, which is about empowering people to explore an infinite number of possibilities on its platform. This event also showcased BIGO’s foray into future-facing technologies such as computer vision, virtual reality (VR), augmented reality (AR) and more.

BIGO Live Thailand, in December 2021, hosted their first live virtual Gala Awards ceremony to celebrate the achievements of their top livestream broadcasters. Thailand’s favourite host celebrity, TopTap – Napat Chokejindachai, was the presenter for the event. The event saw the medley performance of Christmas numbers by BABE Agency, Kit Kittichai, and Mint Woraphonphat.

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➝ star-crossed

almost 30 years after his last formula 1 world championship, elisabeth lauda's father decides to invest in the struggling mercedes f1 team. she joins him as his business partner in the investment. little does she know that it will change her life forever.

➝ fireworks

elisabeth wasn’t fond of parties, and a new year’s eve party in vienna was no exception. niki would never refuse such a generous invitation from his new business partner, and he wouldn’t let elisabeth get out of it, either. 

➝ never be the same

nico’s win at the monaco gp portended better things to come for the mercedes f1 team, but after the celebrations, elisabeth knew that things between her and toto would never be the same again.

➝ 200km/h

elisabeth never wanted to visit the nurburgring, where her father nearly lost his life. fate had other plans. 

➝ trust

ross brawn’s tumultuous departure from mercedes was nothing compared to what elisabeth and toto’s relationship had become. elisabeth goes to brackley to manage the fallout, but things only get more complicated. 

➝ barbarazweige

the annual lauda family christmas dinner had one hard-and-fast rule: no cell phones. but some rules are made to be broken.

➝ dreams

a new baby in the lauda family prompts discussion between niki and elisabeth about the path her life is taking.

➝ courage

it takes courage for elisabeth to confess her feelings for toto, and even more to face the consequences of her cowardice.  

➝ pretense

elisabeth plunges headlong into work to stop herself from thinking too much about her personal life, but niki tells her she needs to relax a little.

➝ atemlos durch die nacht

elisabeth dreaded seeing his name on her caller id, but the voice on the other end of the line told her something she was really afraid of.

➝ spür was liebe mit uns macht

everything was a blur. nothing seemed to make sense in toto's head. in his mind, just a thought. a person. liesl.

➝ the cliff

elisabeth’s feelings for toto have pushed her to the edge of a cliff. the only thing she could do was jump.

➝ a proper start

two years after their story began in a penthouse in the middle of vienna, elisabeth and toto go back to the start. 

➝ partner in crime

toto and elisabeth need to keep up appearances at the fia prize giving gala - they’re just co-workers and business partners, nothing more. at least, that’s what everyone else needs to think.

➝ pumpernickels and dance moves

elisabeth and toto are two incredibly busy people. once in a while, though, they get a chance to enjoy some peace and quiet in the morning.

➝ thin ice

toto & elisabeth find out that keeping their relationship hidden from the world is one thing, but keeping it hidden from elisabeth’s father is a different, more complicated matter.   

➝ selfishness

in a moment of frustration, elisabeth says something she doesn’t mean. it opens old wounds of toto’s that run deeper than she realized.

➝ das herz ist eine schlecht gebaute brücke

toto never wanted to depend on anyone in any way. however, he realizes the hard way that some people depend on him. and he has been failing them miserably.

➝ under the spotlight

elisabeth gets an opportunity to impress toto, and takes it as a chance to face her fears.

➝ how many secrets can you keep

it’s race weekend in austria, which means toto has some very special guests with him at the race. elisabeth’s anxiety has nothing to do with what’s happening on the track. 

➝ you can’t shift the tide

after a long day, what toto wants most is to get to his room and rest. but he has one more unfinished business to take care of.

➝ attention

toto seems distracted, and elisabeth can’t help but feel like he’s ignoring her. she comes up with a plan to get his attention.    

➝ deja vu

mercedes’ second championship win brings back some old feelings, but things between elisabeth and toto feel brand-new. 

➝ mistrust

elisabeth’s brother had made his opposition to her and toto’s relationship known, which is hard enough to deal with. but someone else feels the same way, and that’s even harder still.  

➝ powódź zniszczyła ten dom

after finding elisabeth in tears in the bathroom, toto sees no other way out than a serious conversation with his mother

➝ lipstick and confessions

going to a gala in geneva is stressful enough, but some familiar lipstick and a familiar face make for a weekend that elisabeth hadn’t expected.

➝ intention and redemption

all it took was a black dress and red lipstick for toto to realize the mistake he was making with aurélie. and he was determined to fix it.

➝ this party became a funeral

elisabeth’s nephew adores her, and his birthday party should have been a happy occasion. but even his son’s birthday won’t stop mathias from making his feelings about elisabeth and toto known.

➝ promise

elisabeth wraps up a business deal a year in the making. It’s a day she’ll never forget, but not for the reason she expects.

➝ edvard

an intimate moment between elisabeth and toto goes public. they decide they need to have a serious talk with niki. 

➝ quan estem separats

distance is painful for elisabeth. however, worse than that is the uncertainty about the future. 

➝ peace

that summer break wasn't how elisabeth and toto imagined it would be. however, that doesn't mean it wouldn't be unforgettable. 

➝ won’t forget, can’t regret

the dam broke. the game is over. now everyone knows that elisabeth lauda and toto wolff are completely in love with each other. and he can't help but feel a little relieved about it.

➝ before everything

a photo. an audio. a voice message. and niki never saw elisabeth the same way again.

➝ what won’t you do for love

the moment of truth has arrived for elisabeth and niki.

➝ bellyache

returning to the paddock after the summer break was nothing like elisabeth imagined.

➝ cover up the blank spots

it was supposed to be another normal day for alma, until she read the name on the form in her hands.

➝ waltzes and wreaths

no cameras, no pressure. on that night in helsinki, they were just liesl and toto.

➝ anger leaves a great void

as a polish writer would say, “anger always leaves behind a great void, into which a flood of sadness immediately pours and flows like a great river, without beginning or end”.

➝ when the party is over

benedict's birthday dinner had everything to be a happy moment for the family. however, there were still things to settle between elisabeth and joanna.

➝ empty apologies

some wounds are too deep for simple dressings.

➝ take my breath

is there a better birthday present than love?

➝ no more secrets

sometimes the fear of losing someone to stupid ideas drives people to do stupid things.

➝ breaking point

the hardest part of a fight is realizing you're wrong. again.

➝ finish line

calm seas never made good sailors. however, that storm seemed to be the end of it all.

➝ a secret place

there is no place in the world where elisabeth felt more at peace. and she was looking forward to sharing it with the man she loved.

➝ the last thing

in brescia, toto made a decision about his relationship with elisabeth. but, he still needs to talk to someone about it.

➝ a question

after days of peace, elisabeth and toto prepare to return to the eye of the hurricane. but, not before without answering a question.

➝ on the cover

check now the new issue of karriere by der standard magazine!

[maevesheart]

HOW WAS I TO KNOW?

━ ⋅𖥔⋅TJ&TQ (01)

FRED WEASLEY X FEM!READER

❝ how was i to know? ❞ the joker and the queen / = (2022)

note: the moonshine ball is a gala-type annual ball that happens for the extreme wealthy/prominent wizards. as the second wizarding war rages on, many from each side send “spies” into the ball in hopes to find secrets about the opposing sides. this is also set just in the beginning of deathly hallows (dumbledore is already dead). also!!! the order is a bit dark in this fic, more aggressive and willing to use dark magic.

summary: the war is in full rage, and you find yourself thrown right into the deep end; the moonshine ball.

WC: 2.1k

TW: kidnapping, dark!fred & dark!george

TJ&TQ MASTERLIST

The twinkle of your shimmering shoes was the only thing you could focus on as your house elves sprayed you with sultry perfumes, covered your face with muggle makeup, and added glittering charms to your elaborate family jewels.

“Miss, your head up please,” Madam Malkin spoke, breaking you out of your trance.

You brought your dropped head up and gave your house elves, Mickey and Ellie, small smiles and thanked them as they stepped away.

They bowed and exited the room, leaving you and Madam Malkin alone.

“I’m sorry you have to do this dear, but I must say, your dress is gorgeous.” She stepped back, satisfied with her work.

“Wish I could say I feel as confident as I look,” you nervously laughed, scanning your outfit in the large mirror in front of you.

A small pocket was hidden under one of the folds in the elaborate emerald green dress, a perfect hiding place for your wand.

The Moonshine Ball was annual. You had been going every year since you were ten. The only difference with this years Moonshine Ball was that you were a spy.

Your family and Voldemort had conspired a viable distraction from the Ball, something that consisted of you, an eligible and beautiful young lady, and Maxwell Goode, a rich and handsome bachelor.

The only problem with this “distraction” that it was completely against your will, and the last thing you wanted was to be engaged during your last year of school.

Maxwell Goode was a perfectly respectable young wizard. Smart, good-looking, Slytherin, Death Eater, everything someone like you should marry.

Your cousins, Draco and Cordelia, both approved as well, and Draco thought his fortune and your fortune together would bring great pride to the Black family (Cordelia reminding him that pride was a Gryffindor trait pushed him over the edge).

The only one who didn’t seem as on-board was your estranged sister, Violet. Being disowned her first year, after being sorted into Ravenclaw, she was taken in by the Weasleys and Harry Potter.

The Black Family — your family — weren’t fans of “Blood-Traitors”. Your sister, your amazing, sweet, brilliant sister, was abandoned by her family. Her own blood.

The Noble House of Black had Slytherin after Slytherin (with the exception of your late cousin Sirius) and couldn’t fathom the idea of someone with the last name Black not being a Serpent.

In the year of 1991, when you, and your twin cousins were sorted into Slytherin, and your very distant Blood-Traitor relative (Ron Weasley) was a Gryffindor, the Blacks celebrated and cheered and cried.

Three more had done it.

Your Auntie Bella had sent you three presents and candies and more than you could imagine.

Of course, none of you told anyone, as Auntie Bella was stored away in Azkaban, due to her loyal following of Voldemort.

Your parents and The Malfoys had narrowly escaped, claiming they had been under control spells and had zero idea of what they were doing.

Obviously, these were lies, but no one needed to know that.

After the return of your cousin, Sirius, Auntie Bella left Azkaban in order to find her dear cousin.

She killed him, that very year.

None of you attended the funeral, and your parents were livid when they found out Violet had attended along with the Weasleys and the Order Of The Phoenix.

And with the return of the Dark Lord, and the looming Moonshine Ball, you’re soon to find yourself with a fiancé, and a job from Voldemort himself.

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The dress was suffocating. You couldn’t breathe, and your mother’s harsh hand on your lower back was all you could focus on.

You knew all eyes were on you.

The Princess. Y/N Black. Daughter of Aristotle Black, the only living male heir from the Noble House of Black. Daughter of Zelda Thebe Black, great-granddaughter of Ansel Thebe, famous astronomer and mathematician.

You knew people would watch all night; that’s just what they did. At least you had your cousins and brother there to shield.

Draco had appeared to your side, and you broke away from your mom to walk with him to the drinks.

“Reckon it’ll happen tonight?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Doubt it. Father thinks he’s too weak to try anything. Wouldn’t put anything past The Lord, though,” you answered back, pretending to be interested in the various potions in front of you.

“Well, Snape doesn’t know either. Hope this ball will be enjoyable, maybe a certain engagement—“

“Draco!”

Cordelia linked her arm through yours and stole the small glass from between your gloved hands.

“I was going to drink that—“

“Draco, don’t you think Y/N has enough to worry about? I mean, we’re all getting our tasks tomorrow anyways, so it’s not like we don’t have enough excitement!” She spoke, hands floating around and attracting attention to you three.

“CORDELIA NARCISSA MALFOY!” your Uncle Lucius scolded from behind, the three of you turning around at the same time.

“Yes, father?” She asked, her loud voice now small.

“Come with me. Now. Draco, Grayson is looking for you. And Y/N, I believe your father would like to speak with you.”

Cordelia rushed to his side and gave you a “sorry!” Look before scurrying away next to Lucius.

“Good luck, dear cousin,” Draco put his hand on your exposed shoulder and gave you a tight smile before striding over to your younger brother.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forwards to your father.

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“Now, Y/N, I know you might not be a fan of this, but this is our — Uhm, your — best interest, darling,” your father spoke, nervously adjusting his dark green tie.

Your father was not the nervous kind. Nobody in your family was. It was strange to see him to skittish and jittery.

“Father—“

“Maxwell!”

A broad smile — fake smile — overtook your fathers scarred face, and you turned around to be met with your future husband.

“Mr. Goode, meet my daughter, Y/N Druella Black.”

You lifted up your floor-length skirt and slightly bowed to him, a restrained smile on your lips.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Black.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Goode.”

Your father gave an encouraging nod and Maxwell took your hand. “Shall we dance?” He asked, his demeanor shifting.

“Sure,” you responded, letting him take your hand.

Gently pulling you into the dance floor, you saw your cousins, Mattheo and Draco, and your brother, Grayson, smirking and pointing as they watched you dance with this mysterious man.

You sent them both a death glare, and Narcissa and your mother appeared at their sides, making them drop the smiles and laughs.

People stood back to watch as your luxurious dress floated around you as Maxwell’s hands graciously moved you around the dance floor.

This was exactly what your father and Voldemort wanted — a distraction.

You should be happy! I mean, you’re going to get married!

But to the entirely wrong man.

Tears lightly brimmed your makeup-clad eyes as Maxwell slowly lowered down onto one knee.

People turned to watch. But before he could get the words out, a loud noise caused everyone to whip their heads around, and a blue motorbike came crashing into the glamorous hall room.

Your old professor, Rubeus Hagrid, came crashing in and yelling. “How dare ‘ya!” He roared, people flying out the nearest exits.

Blaise and Cordelia appeared at your side, and the three of you made a beeline for Draco, Mattheo, Theo, and Grayson.

“What is going on?!” Draco screamed over the commotion.

All of you whipped your heads around, trying to find the closest exit to escape from.

People rushed across the dance floor, the music stopped. The only thing you could hear were the screams of people and glasses breaking as things were dropped from peoples hands.

You spun around, and saw the chandelier above the group of you begin to shake.

Your scream alerted the six fellow Slytherins at your sides, and you all ducked behind the wooden table to your left, falling on top of each other as you narrowly missed the beautiful light fixture come crashing down.

You were trapped underneath Blaise’s limp body. Grabbing Theo’s arm — the closest thing to you — you pointed with wide and terrified eyes at the boy on top of you.

Theo got Grayson to help him lift Blaise up, and all of you ran after Draco and Mattheo — the two had sprinted down to a hidden hallway, and waved for the rest of you to join them.

Your feet had begin to ache, so you backed up against the closest wall and bent down to un-tie your black heels.

A deafening screech caused you to drop the pointed shoes, and you searched for the noise.

Really only Slytherins and Death-Eaters were at this party, so you were willing to help someone in need out.

Rushing down to the opposite end of the hall, where the noise came from, you skidded to a halt as you realize you were trapped.

Three doors stood in front of you. You racked your mind trying to remember which door your friends had slipped through, but no idea came to you.

Swallowing your fear and lifting the edges of your dress, you opened the middle door, hoping to be met with your friends or maybe a fellow Death Eater.

But, with your luck, that didn’t happen.

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Fred and George Weasley stood quietly in the dark room, Kingsley behind them.

Their father and Charlie were in the room over, and Remus and Moody were in the room to their other side.

The Order had planned to attack this ball for some time. All the Death Eaters would be in attendance, and if they could get a few to question, they’d be able to inform the Ministry of Voldemort’s plans.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were away, and so it was Ginny and Percy’s job to follow the young Death Eaters — you and your friends/family — but they had lost track of you all after Dobby had unscrewed the chandelier and all of you had dived down.

The Order was livid, obviously, but couldn’t let this stop them.

They broke into groups and each hid in rooms that you all would have to go through, but the large group had slipped out through a trap door in the ceiling; Cordelia had seen a light under one of the doors and saw the ceiling as a safer option.

But there was just one tiny flaw. You had been left behind.

And when Grayson realized this, he tugged on the door to open it again, only to find it locked shut.

No spells worked, so the group had to sit in wait. If they told the adults, they’d be punished, and Voldemort would most likely kill one of them in rage — the perfect Slytherin was left behind. There was no right thing to do.

But the Order had seen them leave, and when the twins noticed you were missing, they smiled.

It was no secret that the twins liked to play pranks on Slytherins, but you were by far their favorite.

Pretty, gullible, and innocent, they loved to see your face once you realized you had been pranked, and the screams that emptied out of your throat.

They thought of it as the perfect opportunity, you would be the one they needed.

If there was anyone all the Death Eaters would come for, it would be Y/N Black.

George screamed as loud as he could, and knew you would come running.

So when your delicate ring-clad fingers twisted the brass door handle and you tentatively stepped into the dark room, Fred pounced on you and covered your mouth when you went to scream.

Kingsley knocked you out with a harmless charm, and the three of them apparated to the Burrow.

The Death Eaters wouldn’t find out until the morning, and when they did, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

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