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[nightmaresart]

"Where are our supports?!"

Shut up, they're being in love, don't ruin their vibes

Can you tell that these two are on my mind 24/7?🥲

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[tomriddlejustposted]

Fic recs <3

Apologies... this is about a month and a half late (and tumblr won't let me reply to the asks directly or add links 🙃) but here is my list of tomarry/harrymort fic recs! It's quite long so click to read >>

As a general rule: Tomarry fics in blue, Harrymort fics in red. I don't remember all these fics and some are hard to classify so.... some may be wrong

anyway, enjoy x

Authors that you should read:

ObsidianPen; No Glory, Mine/Hauntingly, Blood and Gold (for Tomione fans)

Child_OTKW; Consuming Shadows, you belong to me (i belong to you) (and check out their tumblr too)

Slexenskee; crawlersout (femHarry), yebisu, Cheap (Bad) Dance Moves, grandloves (this could be) (femHarry) and more!

MaidenMotherCrone; Diagnosis, euphoria, political animals, how large the teeth, The Fairest Saga and more!

MayMarlow; The Train to Nowhere, If Them's the Rules and more!

Lomonareen; His Darkest Devotion, His Twenty-Eighth Life, Genius by the Numbers and many more!

Paimpont; To Kill You With a Kiss, To the Waters and the Wild (as far as I remember hasn't got to the ship part yet but I love it so read it) and more!

The_Carnivorous_Muffin; When Harry Met Tom (femHarry), Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus (femHarry), October, The Unwinding Golden Thread and more!

Maeglin-Yedi; The Darkening of Your Soul, The Necromancer, To Live Is The Rarest Thing, Between Thought and Reality and more!

asterisms; Let's talk sugar, Hands up, it's a hold up, a boy so pretty (such a pity), tempor · al | ary, (i wanna) cut to the feeling and more!

NeuroWriter14; For Your Entertainment, Do Not Go Quietly into That Good Night, But I Can Break You and more!

RenderedReversed; The Game, Invisible Man, Seventeen Years and more!

TreacleTeacups; The Untouchable, Byzantium (femHarry), Last Son of Black and more!

DreamerMichiyo; Guardian Angel, The Call of A Vampire, Offer of Immortality and more!

wynnebat; The Hell Is Your Son and Other Stories series, Snake Shop, The Emperor and the Star and more!

Athy; my first real introduction to this pairing years and years ago from these fics Again and Again, Meddling of a Mischief Maker, Rebirth

More Tomarry Fics

Wear Me Like A Locket Around Your Throat by VivyPotter

Why Hari curses the Black Ancestral Home by 1000percentDoneWithThisShist (femHarry)

Hem of Your Garment by adVENTitiious, Cathartic

The Impossibility of Parallels by Angel_of_Mysteries

The Dark Lord Inside by Melodramaticx

The Magicweaver by Anonymous

Before the Storm by Ars_Matron

Field Theory by machiavelli

Blurring Reality by Terrific Lunacy

When in Rome: The Duology series by XblackcatwidowX

The Incantation of the Oak-Priest by relic_crown

It's A Masquerade, Darling by ChubbyPanda15

How to prevent a War by CrazyJanaCat

she walks in beauty series by mayfriend

The Portrait by DariaSilver

The Divine Right of Kings series by darklordtomarry (alarminghella)

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies

Words Fail by NeaMarika

Animus, Anima: English version by Maiathoustra

I must be your favourite, right? by FlyingLizards

Trapezing Through Time by lothtor

Rewritten by goodmorninglove

To Be Set Free by Merrinpippy

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger

The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel

A Memory of Shadow by Insidious1604

The Problem With Soulmarks Is by LadyAramisGrey

Stab Right Through by The_wig_is_a_metaphor

The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds

The Sun by clammyhands

Fire Born by wickedlfairy17 (femHarry)

More Harrymort Fics

Mi Aedijekit by local_doom_void

End Without Sorrow by Aerlinnn

Children of the Revolution by AlexisVV

The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding in the British Isles by samvelg (femHarry)

Rebuilt by Terrific Lunacy

In Somno Veritas by ansketil, ladyoflilacs

Your Name on My Heart by whitedandelions

Love in the Dark by ShoulderTallAbyss

draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

The only sound is the overflow by Cartonsofcartoons

for love is always with you by cordeliawrites (femHarry)

The Wand Chooses by DreamerEye

Fault Lines by SofiaBane

The Emerald Connection by TheLastNero

Flight by Miraculous, RedHorse

Appetence by elysian_drops (femHarry)

A Snake Named Voldemort by orphan_account

Resurrect The Living by fascinationex

The Devil's Tithe by Shihane

Death is but the Next Great Adventure by TheObsidianQuill

The Consequences of A Binding Ritual by teecup_angel

harry.exe has stopped working by inksmachine

In Death, Standby by Sophisme

Hidden in Plain Sight by Shadow Riser

The Art of Hidden Personas by whitedwarf

*BONUS* Fics that I live/laugh/love with emphasis on the laugh

Harry Potter and the Greatest Show by shadowscribe

Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by maquira

Full circle by tetsurashian

Heir Apparent by MonsieurClavier

Dark Livestream by Anna_Hopkins

Ribbon Tied Right by Snowy_Rain

A Dead Man's Guide to Reliving Your Youth series by Spork_in_the_Road

The Definition of Insanity by Anacharis

Foolish behavior by Anonymous

Eternal Hilarity by Luxis

Shorter Fics (<25,000 words)

Sound The Death Knell by Tsume_Yuki (femHarry)

dead before midnight by maquira

Burnt Ice Cream by Rhodium

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Saved by Hufflepuff Friendship by whitedandelions

Relativity. by Ideasofmarch

Opia by Acnara

And six seconds by Acnara

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Aconitum by VivyPotter

But For You, I Did by duplicity

Nemo by Phnx

The Rigmarole Dance by cannibalinc

I haven't actively searched for tomarry/harrymort fics over the last year, so if you know of some newer ones then please rec them in the replies! And any others that you think need to be read ~

(authors, lmk if you want me to remove your fics of this list)

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[hymnstoalienstars]

Beautiful worldbuilding

dropped before properly going anywhere, though

(personally, I think the focus on magic here would work much better with a single main character who solves problems alone, but i might be projecting Rigel Black from Pureblood Pretense too much) (it’s just that Tom - Harry dynamic works very well but the fic got dropped in their first year (the fic starts at 5yo)) (and the most curious stuff would be happening in hogwarts)

Summary:

The only survivor of a gruesome attack, Harry winds up in an orphanage where he meets a fellow wizard named Tom. They become best friends, investigating their magic together in a hostile world. Magic is the light of Harry's life, literally. They grow up together, facing adversities and hiding from the one who set everything into motion in the first place. Grindelwald's era.

[inscrutable-shadow]

Ran out of asks! Feel free to screencap and answer or answer here. Happy WBW! Fabric and clothing? Dye, production methods, ect!

from @juliawrites98, I sent an anon ask to myself with your message because I recently found out that I can do that!

I haven’t actually given much thought to textiles, given that my area of expertise is much more in political and economic history (though I hate both of those things when not medieval in origin). I do know that the royal family of Kendrus will often wear clothing with gold, silver, or mithril thread embroidery. I also experimented with magicweave fabrics, textile materials with imbued magical properties, as a way to replicate the Mystique clothing-change effect for Neandra’s shapeshifting ability while leaving it in the realm of the physics I had divined for it.

Thanks for the ask and the effort of sending a message even though I answered it a week late! I was moving last week...

[strangesoulmates]

Top 5 tomarry/harrymort fics you've read ?

So, I this isn’t going to be a top five so much as like, my comfort food fics if that makes sense?  The ones I go back to over and over again?  The fic version of hot cocoa and a blanket, basically

Professor Monroe by Athey is just filled with tropes I fucking adore.  So, yes.

Young Princes.  Because yes.  Just, yes.  Time traveling children are my jam

To Kill You with a Kiss by Paimpont

The Magicweaver by Bleubirdsong - just...yes.  Fuck yes.

The Kiss of Knowledge and Temptation - fun with sex magic, tom and Harry in school at the same time

Harry Potter and the Sympathy of Souls Not my favorite interpretation of horcruxes, but still a story I go back to again and again.

There are lots of others, but these are the ones that came to mind first.

[edales-drabbles]

The Peace Treaty - A King’s Path 1

Summary/Background: Long war between human and elves ends with the human king and several other Generals being given to the elves as concubines. Former-King Walter does his best to play the part but when his past re-emerges, King Jaonos is faced with the possibility that Walter is not rightfully his.  

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“You are my concubine, you do not have the right to sleep with anyone but who I tell you to!” The Elven King Jaonos yelled furiously. The sound echoing around the court chamber violently. Jaonos was not one to be disobeyed. Not by his servants, not by his children or wife and certainly not by his concubines. “Walter, you will be punished for this,” he promised darkly, lifting his hand and twitching his fingers. 

Cecil flinched, closing his eyes expecting pain. It was well deserved by Jaonos’ rules. The Elven King was nothing but consistent. Only something blocked the magic before it could hook into his soul. He opened his eyes to find Wyn standing in the way, palm outstretched.

“I have as much a claim to him as you,”  Wyn snarled back, his lover’s eyes glowing wildly. Wyn was a magicweaver for a reason and his powers could challenge even the King’s magic. “Cilly is mine,” he challenged.

King Jaonos was silent for a moment, magic vibrating in the air. “And how do you figure so?” He asked carefully, fire burning in his eyes. 

“I saved his life a long time ago before he became King,” Wyn stated coldly. “When you save a person’s life, it belongs to you for the rest of time. Cilly is mine,” he stated calmly, reaching back to gasp Cecil’s hand. Cecil let him, Wyn kissing his knuckles. The sound that erupted from Jaonos was more animal than a sentient creature. Cecil flushed, pressing against Wyn’s back. He’d heard that sound before from Jaonos. Only it had been on the battlefield and he’d had a sword in a hand. 

Every eye turned upwards to the Eye of Fate. The crystal remained yellow in truth. Wyn had been telling the truth. The court watched the drama unfold cautiously. This elf had saved the former King of the humans? It certainly gave some weight to his claim over the man.

“That does not necessarily guarantee a claim over mine,” King Jaonos argued carefully. “You must have given him his life back?”

Cecil snorted, shifting to a more comfortable position next to Wyn still holding his hand. “When has an elf ever let go of a life it owns freely?” He said darkly, rubbing his shoulder where the King had put his mark. It felt like he was doomed to be owned by an elf despite his family trying to intervene. 

“Silence,” King Jaonos roared.

“He was taken from me. He did not leave, I did not give permission. He was stolen from me,” Wyn stated coolly. The court watched the crystal and once again it remained the same colour. Cecil was stolen. He had never been truly free to begin with. “Cilly is mine and he chooses me, not you,” Wyn sneers, pulling their entwined hands up.

There was a moment as Jaonos looked at the entwined hands with an unreadable expression. “Walt,” the elf king turned to Cecil, his voice turning softer.

“You have been kind, my lord. Except never once have you asked my name,” Cecil challenged gently. “Never once have you asked about my past or how I ended up in a situation that I was clearly not suited for. And here it is. My past is here,” he nodded at Wyn.  

“Your name...” King Jaonos murmured, his eyebrows furrowed. He had known some of Cecil’s past. He had known Cecil had been forced into being King. He knew that by becoming King, Walter had been given his name. It hadn’t occurred to him to ask Walter what his name had been or what name he preferred. “Cilly..” he breathed, looking at Wyn. “You know him as Cilly, not as Walter.”

“Walter,” Queen Yalanue declared, standing from her viewing point. “This is not so simple. You are the royal concubine. Your past is ... unimportant. You should not have slept with Wyn without our permission. The courts will decide who owns you in due course. For now, return to your room,” she ordered.

“He’s staying with me,” Wyn challenged. “Where he belongs.”

[heatherholty]

3 of my favorite people doing what they do best. #musicians #magicians #shittalkers #hitmakers #magicweavers

[bleubirdsong]

ADC is currently on hiatus since I haven't touched it in over eight months. MW is still on, as it's my primary focus and I've been discussing things with my betas!!

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[nightmaresart]

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Another MagicWeaver fanfic because I love them sm, they're on my mind 24/7

Triggers⚠️

Mentions of blood, slight panic attack, googled Polish���🇱

Word count: 2,5k

It's not proofread and English is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

Waiting for the ship to land, a couple of people were standing on the landing site, for the team that had been sent on this mission to show their faces. Niran Pruksamanee was one of them, he mainly wanted to check for injuries and get the latest updates on everything. As the ship opened its door after it had landed safely, someone quickly rushed out, seemingly panicking. Niran managed to get a glimpse of who it was, Aleksander. 

Pushing through the few people that were waiting, Aleksander ignored everyone who even dared to call out his name. He needed to clear his head from everything that had gone wrong during the mission. He had lost control again over his magic and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Aleksander never knows what is happening when he is no longer in control, all he knows is that people have most likely gotten hurt because of him. He needs to get away from people before something goes wrong again. Rushing through the door of his room and locking it behind him, Aleksander fell to the floor, clawing at his armor and throwing it in the corner once he'd gotten it off him. His boots and his eyepatch got the same treatment before the man pulled his knees up to his chest and pushed his palms into his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose Aleksander did not feel any better. He sees glimpses of what had happened when he lost his cool, and like he suspected earlier, people had in fact gotten hurt. 

Running around the base, Niran is looking for Dr.Novak, asking anyone who he came across if they had seen the man. Almost all of them told him no, they had not seen the man, until he asked an older member of overwatch, Agent Zero, “I’ve seen him rush to his room, seems to me he is not doing well, best you take it easy with him Niran,” and with that Niran thanked her and made his way to the mage’s room. 

Uncurling himself and getting up from his position on the floor, Aleksander slowly made his way to the bathroom, deciding that splashing some water on his face may do the trick in making him feel better. Letting the water run over his hands, they slowly began to tremble but ignoring this Aleksander splashes his face a couple of times before turning the water off. Gripping the sink with a deathlike grip he looks at his reflection in the mirror. A tired man stares right back at him, his hair is a mess and there are eye bags clearly visible. Scowling at what he sees, Aleksander straightens his posture, letting his hands wander to his hair and pulling it out of the messed up bun. His breathing becomes more labored the longer he stares at his reflection. What previously was panic has now become anger, anger directed at himself for losing control like that. 

In a blink of an eye he had smashed the mirror into pieces, not even registering the pain that shot through his hand nor the blood that was now covering some shards of the mirror. Letting out an angry shout, Aleksander walked back to the room with an ugly expression on his features. He begins pacing around while running his non-bloody hand through his hair, even gripping the sandblond locks. Being so caught up in his own thoughts and anger Aleks barely registered the knocking on his door, but he did hear it and he wanted to shout at the person to leave him the fuck alone. 

“Sasha?,” 

That voice, that nickname, why did it have to be Bua of all people. Aleksander stopped in his tracks, he wanted to scream at the other man, tell him to leave him alone. But he didn’t, dropping his hands beside his body, his shoulders sagged. 

“Will you let me in please? I want to check on you,”

Blinking away the tears that swelled in his eyes, Aleksander took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, “Leave Bua, go away,” 

“No, not until you let me see you,”

“Go away!”

“Sasha-”

Walking up to the door, Aleksander glared at it, getting tired of this back and forth, “Odejdź” He spat out the word like it was venom, hoping that it would make it clear that he did not want to be seen like this. 

Niran sighs as he hears the word being spat at him, it is never good news whenever Aleksander will switch to his native tongue. This only made the white haired man more determined to get in the room and help the mage. “Nothing you say will change my mind Sasha, i just want to help you,” hearing nothing but silence for a minute, Niran was about to walk away until he heard the door being unlocked. Straightening his posture he looks at the disheveled man in the doorway. Before Niran could ask if he could come in, Aleksander already moved to pull Niran inside and closed the door behind them. 

Looking around the room Niran’s eyes landed on the armor, boots and the eyepatch that Aleksander had thrown in a corner, sighing softly he now understood why the other was so determined to keep everyone out. Turning around to face the man Niran noticed just how exhausted he looked, he also noticed the bleeding hand and he immediately reached for it. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself?” He was met with silence so Niran just assumed that is exactly what had happened. Taking Aleksander to his bathroom, Niran’s eyes fell on the broken mirror and the dots started to connect, but he didn’t comment on it. He simply sat Aleksander down on the edge of the bathtub and began rummaging through the cabinet for some bandages. 

Aleksander slowly began to feel the pain register, he was too caught up in his anger to notice before. The bleeding hand began to tremble as he tried to take deep breaths through his nose, he felt pathetic and he certainly did not like Niran seeing him like this. Getting lost in his thoughts, Aleksander didn’t even notice that Niran had crouched down in front of him with the bandages and spray in hand. He only snapped out his destructive train of thoughts when the other man gently took his hand and put the spray on it. Wincing at the stinging feeling Aleksander fought the urge to pull his hand away. 

“Sorry,” Niran whispers, almost afraid to break the silence that had settled over them. Putting the spray aside when he was sure he had cleaned all wounds, Niran slowly began wrapping the bandages around Aleksander’s hand with gentle fingers. 

Fidgeting with the fingers of his non-injured hand, Aleksander took this calm moment to look at Niran. He has always thought that the man in front of him was pretty, gorgeous even, but it was rare to be the center of his concern. Keeping an eye on Niran, Aleksander felt his heartbeat quicken, heat rise to his face and his previously destructive thoughts stop completely. He knew he should feel scared of these feelings, he has always been scared of developing them in the first place, but this felt nice. It felt good even. Watching the man rise back to his feet after he was done with wrapping Aleksander’s hand, he looks at the hand that Niran was offering him to help him back to his feet. Taking it the two walked back to the room. 

“Want to tell me what happened to cause all of this?” Niran knew the reason already, the others had told him what had happened but he wanted to hear it from Aleksander himself. Hoping to get a better understanding of this complex being in front of him. 

Averting his gaze, Aleksander sat down on his bed. He wanted to tell Niran what happened, he really did, but he was afraid of the judgment that might come with telling it. 

Sitting down next to the other man, Niran patiently waited for Aleksander to tell him. Raising his hand to tuck a piece of the sandblond locks behind the other’s ear, looking as the blue eye looked around the room. 

"Przepraszam,” Aleksander sighed, finally making eye contact with Niran, “I lost control over my magic… People got hurt,” He whispers, it still haunts him that whenever he is no longer in control bad things happen. “I never wanted it to happen, yet it did-” A warm and soft hand took Aleksander’s own and at that moment everything spilled from his lips, from the moment he had felt the control slip, to the glimpses he saw of what happened during it and the panic that filled his body when he regained consciousness. 

Niran listened to everything that Aleksander told him, not judging the man like Aleksander had thought he would’ve, but nodding and gently squeezing his hand. He felt safe, like he could tell Niran anything and the man wouldn’t hold it against him like so many others had done in the past. Taking a deep breath Aleksander stopped his rambling, squeezing Niran’s hand back he felt all sorts of emotion bubble to the surface. Including the feelings he had for the other man, the feelings he so desperately tried to bury and ignore. But he didn’t want to ignore them anymore, Niran might turn him down, not return Aleksander’s own feelings, but that would be alright, he would get over the rejection. 

Taking the silence of Aleksander as a sign he was done talking, Niran nodded slowly, not sure if anything that he might say would help, but he still felt the need to break the silence. “I’m certain that with time this will no longer happen, that you will be in full control at all times, Sasha,” Niran had seen the power the other holds, it would take time to be in proper control of it all, “But you will not have to do it on your own,” He offered a faint smile to Aleksander and snorted softly in light amusement when Aleksander averted his gaze again. It was almost adorable.

Fighting the urge to scoff at the snort he heard from Niran, Aleksander couldn’t help but feel the heat return to his face, “Thank you,” he whispered, returning his gaze to the one of Niran, not being able to help the faintest smile forming on his face. 

“Thank you for allowing me to help,” Niran whispered back before laughing when Aleksander dropped his hand and lightly shoved the taller man off his bed, covering his face so he avoided getting smacked by a pillow. He sometimes forgets just how easily Aleksander can get flustered like that. 

“Stop laughing!”

“Then stop trying to smack me!” 

Dropping the pillow he was holding back on the bed, Aleksander stood over Niran, which was a mistake because now the man on the floor could pull him down. Bracing for impact, Aleksander made a face at Niran, “Why did you do that?”

Shrugging from his position on the floor, “Now we’re even!” He still had a bright expression on his face, the tension from earlier now clearly broken by the two fooling around. Rolling on his side so that he could face the mage, Niran once again tucked the sandblond locks behind the other’s ear, “Hey,”

Rolling his eye Aleksander couldn’t help but smile, he had to admit that the idiocy of Niran was rubbing off on him, “Hey,” the man said back to him, letting his eye roam Niran’s face for the who knows how many time, “Can i tell you something?” Aleksander needed to get it off his chest now, he needed to tell Niran how he felt about him. 

Raising his brows, Niran adjusted his position, “Of course, you can tell me anything,” He thought it would be another bad thing that Aleksander had gone through, or something terrible he had witnessed that he wanted to get off his chest.

A deep breath, his eyes closed for a little while Aleksander was trying to find the right words. Once he found them he nodded and opened his eyes again, looking at the concerned face of Niran, “It’s nothing bad, I promise,” seeing relief wash over the features of the other man, Aleksander fought the urge to snort in amusement. Taking another deep breath Aleksander let it spill from his lips, “When I'm with you I feel like myself.  I feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and I feel good about it—  I feel good about who I am when I'm with you,” 

Was Aleksander confessing his feelings? His feelings for Niran? Niran felt his breath catch in his throat, he felt his heart speed up, heat rise to his face. He knew he was staring at the other with wide eyes, happiness washed over him and a big smile made its way onto his face. 

“It’s okay if you don’t–” before Aleksander could finish his sentence Niran had grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses. Oh. OH. His heart skipped a beat as he genuinely laughed for the first time in months. 

Pulling back, Niran had a grin from ear to ear, “Of course I return them Sasha, I was afraid I might never get the chance to act on them,” running his fingers across Aleksander’s face the two layed there on the floor for a minute, or maybe longer, neither of them was paying attention to the time anyway. 

After a while Aleksander got antsy, “As much as I would like to have you do that,” gesturing to the calm tracing of the other’s fingers, “I would prefer to get off the ground,” Aleksander shot Niran an awkward smile, the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place to be.

Processing what Aleksander had just said, Niran sprung into action, quickly getting up himself before helping Aleksander off the floor. Holding the mage’s hand, Niran brought it up to his lips and gave it a kiss, “Better?”

Chuckling at the gesture Aleksander nodded, “Much,” cupping Niran’s face for a brief moment, Aleksander turned to look at the mess he had made in the bathroom and made an uncomfortable face. “Suppose I’ll have to explain what happened to the mirror,” Dropping his hands to his sides he then made an apologetic face at Niran, “I’m sorry for cutting this short, But–”

“But you need to clean yourself up and look presentable before you inform Winston about the mirror?” Niran finished the sentence for him and normally it would annoy the absolute shit out of Aleksander, but now it was appreciated. Aleksander nodded, “Tak,” 

Leaning forward to press another kiss on Aleksander’s face, Niran understood the need for privacy, “When you’ve done all that, come look for me,” making his way to the door Niran opened it and turned to face Aleksander, “See you in a bit my mage,” 

Smiling softly, Aleksander made a sound of approval, “I’ll see you soon then, Bua,” nodding the other goodbye he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Aleksander felt like things would go better from now on. 

[shraddhalotlikar]

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[podfic] wunderkinder

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by somehowunbroken

The pick lottery is in the Stars' favor, and Rich Peverley almost can't breathe when he sees the results. There was never any doubt about who they were going to take, and everyone, from Jim Nill to Les Jackson to the apprenticing soothsayer, is in agreement.

The Stars draft Miro Heiskanen third overall in his draft. It's the only choice they can make, and it is a pivotal one.

Luka Dončić might be the most known quantity, of all basketball prospects. He is Slovenian. He is very, very good at basketball. He sees the court in ways that someone wouldn't expect a boy to. Lightning calls to him and cradles him in its magic.

The lottery is not in the Mavericks' favor, but they have never been afraid of going after what they need. They traded for Dirk Nowitzki on a magicweavers's warning, and they trade for Luka in the same way. The bias against players from Europe, the bias against players with magic of their own; those things work in the Mavs' favor, but two spots is hard enough to wait for him.

[A podfic of the fic by the same name.]

Words: 3, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, Men's Basketball RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Luka Dončić, Miro Heiskanen, Dallas Stars Ensemble, Dallas Mavericks Ensemble

Relationships: Luka Dončić/Miro Heiskanen

Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magical Realism

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