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blackynsupremacy · 10 days ago

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A GLAMOROUS LIFE

boys with small talk and small minds

really don't impress me in bed

she said, "i need a man's man, baby"

diamonds and furs

love would only conquer my head

pairing: nicholas chavez x black!fem!reader

also starring: cooper koch and normani as valerie

read: part two

summary: it’s the year 1987. you and your best friend, valerie, are rising college graduates and are part of one of the most affluent african american families of the decade. yachts, designer fashion, handsome yuppies, diamonds, and grand soirées all sound like a ball, but to you, it’s so predictable. especially when it comes to dating. your not-so-friendly personality underneath all of that designer tends to be men repellent, until this one double date valerie sets up with a renowned tennis player and promising law student shifts your entire perspective.

inspo: fresh prince of bel-air, 1x19. cred to @fear-is-truth for the idea of an 80s au.

contains: lots of words, eighties au, reader is a bit toxic, yuppie culture, swearing, rudeness, alcohol consumption, arguing, nicholas gets reader together, enemies to lovers, fluff.

tags: @sabrinasopposite @supaprettyg @camiesully @zombigrlll @ellethespaceunicorn @rosiestalez @afrogirl3005 @afrowrites @elitesanjisimp @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @gxuxhdjdu @tryingtograspctrl

“valerie, for the love of god, don’t make me go on this date. i swear on daddy’s credit card that i can get you backstage passes for the bad tour. hell, i’ll even let you get with michael if it would change your mind. just please don’t make go on this double date.”

you groan and plead while watching your best friend since birth, valerie hill, primp herself at her pristine, white vanity for a night on the town. she had a date with this tennis player named, cooper koch. apparently he was so talented in the sport, that he was well on his way to the olympics within the next year. valerie mentioned that he was bringing his friend, nicholas. she didn’t really ask about him, what he did, nor if you were down for the double date, so you were practically forced into this. you both were the heiresses of the richest black families in the nation, so going out on dates to the most exclusive and expensive restaurants with the richest bachelors were the norm for you both. for you, the norm was getting so damn predictable. all of the guys you’ve dated in the past only care about two things: getting paid and getting laid. it was enjoyable at first, but as you grew older, you realized that life shouldn’t just be about drugs, money, and sex, it should have some sort of substance, some depth, some purpose. these guys never challenged you. they talk a big game with their cars and lavish spending, but it’s all a load of materialistic bullshit. each time you give them a chance, it’s like you want to put a combination lock on your pussy and forget the numbers. that’s the energy you give out: cold, distant, snarky, rude, anything to get these yuppie ass wannabe’s out of your face.

but here you were, already showered and clad in a cream satin robe with curlers in your hair. valerie was the popular one out of you both. besides studying to take over the family business, she was a model. her face would be on commercials, billboards, and magazines. it’s no wonder why she had a line of men begging to breathe the same oxygen as her. you were studying business as well and in your free time, you would compose new masterpieces on the grand piano you were gifted when you were fifteen after perfecting the instrument since kindergarten. even with the pressure of performances, recitals, and competitions, you grew to love writing a new piece in different styles. your idols consisted of stevie wonder and quincy jones. your parents never really knew, but you were so lucky to have valerie be a support system for your passion.

your inner turmoil was interrupted at the ring of valerie’s telephone to which she picked up and answered with the customary “hello”. your brown eyes peer at her figure as your ears tune into the conversation she’s having.

“hello?… oh, hey, cooper!…uh-huh. yeah, i can’t wait either…oh, is he? well, she’s definitely looking forward to meeting him.” valerie pauses to cut her eyes at you, in which you respond with the rolling of your own.

“okay…yes, three eighty five willard lane is correct. i’ve already told the guard at the gate your names, so just give it to him and you should be good to go. thirty minutes? okay…see you then! ciao for now!” valerie blows a kiss to the receiver with a smile on her made up face and hangs the phone up. she turns to you with those alluring deep, brown eyes that’s captivated so many hearts. with a huff of her breath, she stands up from the vanity stool and saunters over to you, donning a long hot pink sleeveless evening dress that hugged her body just right. it was cut low with diamond straps paired with matching pink opera gloves and an assortment of genuine diamond jewelry that was adorned on her ears, fingers, neck, and wrists. you feel her palms on your shoulders and she gives you a knowing glance.

“i know that you’ve been burned before, but for some odd reason, i got a feeling down in my gut that this guy is exactly what you’ve been looking for. if he’s not what you expect within an hour, we can go home.”

“no bullshit?” you questioned with an arched brow.

“no bullshit, but please try not to have that stank ass attitude at dinner tonight, y/n!”

“i might bullshit on that, valerie. you know when i hear something stupid, my attitude can’t help it. i’ll try for you though! not my best, but i’ll try.”

you retort with a smirk and release yourself from a giggling valerie. you take the last thirty minutes to get ready. you don your white, shimmery strapless evening dress with matching fingerless opera gloves. you perfect your hair and makeup to your liking. to say you looked beautiful tonight was an understatement. you bashfully receive the encouraging compliments from valerie in which you reciprocate the kindness. there’s a knock on the bedroom door and valerie opens it to reveal one of the maids, letting you know that there are two gentlemen in the foyer waiting. your stomach starts to rumble with dread, but then it serves to your memory that you only have to give this man an hour of your time if he’s not up to par, so fuck it, just get it over with.

“ah, shit. is it too late to take back what i said about michael jackson?” you curse under your breath, rolling your eyes slightly.

valerie nudges you playfully, her excitement buzzing in the air, but still some annoyance towards your irritability. “girl, don’t start. they just got here, damn! you’ll never know, you might end up diggin’ on him when the night is over. now haul ass!”

you suck your teeth and quietly retort, “diggin’ my ass.”

you grab your fur boas and designer clutch handbags. valerie takes the lead and you exit her bedroom to descend down the marble staircase of the hill manor. you keep your head down to watch your step, but then you hear a male voice circulating in the room.

“wow, you guys look absolutely stunning. the talk around town certainly don’t do you ladies any justice. pardon my language, but i’d tell those shit-heads to eat every word.”

“oh, my. why, thank you, cooper! you didn’t have to get the flowers, you know.” valerie responds with an elated smile.

you look up to see two handsome, strapping young men in finely tailored suits with one of their hands casually stuffed in the pocket and each with a bouquet of red roses in the other. they were caucasian and stood tall in the six foot one range with dark brown hair. one had curly hair, the other straight. one had brown eyes, the other had green. as valerie scurries down the rest of the stairs to greet the curly haired green eyed suitor with an embrace and peck to his cheeks to graciously receive her roses, you were still a bit reluctant to move any further down the staircase. you swallowed and you slowly follow her path, your sweaty palm smooths your dress down your waist before approaching the man with the scrutinizing, yet amicable brown gaze. you’ve been all too familiar with this look before. that’s how they ease you in. to keep your end of the bargain, you simply flash your award winning smile when he guides the bouquet in your direction with a casual grin on his lips.

“i’m nicholas. nicholas chavez. you must be valerie’s friend—uh, y/n l/n, right? i have to say i agree with cooper here. you look absolutely gorgeous and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. these are for you. may i?” he greets with such an air of politeness. well, all of the guys have to with their background before they show their true colors.

“roses? cute. original. sure.” you somewhat dryly respond. you thanked him and took the bouquet in one hand and gave your free hand to his for him to place his lips on the back, your stomach fluttered and your cheeks heated when his eyes nor lips didn’t pull away from you for a second. you pull your hand back before things got too awkward. after valerie calls the maid to put the flowers in a vase of water, she’s already walking out the door on cooper’s arm, leaving you and nicholas standing alone in the foyer. he turns his large frame to yours and juts his elbow out towards you,

“shall we? we don’t want to lose the reservation.” he quips with a smirk. so insufferable! typical yuppie. with a tight lipped grin, you nod and your hand circles around his—bulging bicep. well, fuck! nicholas was indeed jacked. you don’t let the tingles of your lower region let your guard down though.

“mm-hmm. i guess we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” you and him step out into the starlit evening and you stop noticing two cars, one red ferrari f40 and a black chevrolet corvette. wait a fucking minute. why the hell are there two cars? you could’ve sworn that valerie said that all four of you were taking a limousine. nicholas led you to the ferrari, while cooper led valerie to the corvette. before they could go any further, you took your hand from nicholas’ arm and called out valerie’s name in a faux friendly tone and smile.

“i apologize, fellas, but valerie, a word?” you hastily ask cutting your eyes to your best friend that protested by standing closer to cooper.

“but, y/n, we’re gonna be la—” you cut her short by taking her hand and scurrying a few feet from your dates, so they couldn’t hear your griping.

“valerie, you sneaky ass skank! you told me we were taking a limo. you ain’t said nothing about going in two separate cars! what the fuck are you trying to do!?” you hiss in a whispered tone, you were hotter than a firecracker. dumbfounded, your best friend responds with a shrug and glanced over to the confused men, sending them a wave with an embarrassed smile before shifting her focus back to you.

“girl, i didn’t know either. i guess cooper changed his mind about it before he left! i’m not mad about it though. this is our chance to get to know them one on one. i might even get lucky tonight, honey! besides, i don’t need you to scare off your and my date. ride with nicholas and don’t be fucking rude. just give him an hour. you promised.”

“not exactly.” you deadpanned.

“y/n!” she hissed in the lowest, yet sharpest warning tone.

“ugh. fine, i’ll ride with him. i’ll be—civil.”

“perfect. now let’s get our fine asses wined and dined.”

you both hurriedly walked back nicholas and cooper. like the gentlemen they were, they opened the passenger doors for you and valerie to enter their respective vehicles and buckle up. cooper and nicholas agreed to having cooper lead the way to the restaurant while nicholas followed behind. once they entered the driver’s seats, you four made your journey. you and nicholas didn’t ride in complete silence. the radio was filling the car with phil collins’ “in the air tonight” faintly in the background. nicholas eyes glanced over to your figure briefly. you sat in the passenger seat, one hand in your lap, the other propped up on the door as you looked out at the glistening city lights through the window, not uttering a single word. you seemed so cold. was it something he did? something he said? what he said earlier wasn’t really bullshit though. nicholas has encountered his share of women who were forgettable after a night of passion, but he honest to god thought that you were a breathtakingly beautiful woman with the world at her fingertips. he’d think you’d share the same sentiment as he did, but given your bored expression, perhaps not. he took the opportunity to turn the volume knob to the left to make room for small talk. nicholas clears his throat as he slightly grips the steering wheel, his eyes focusing on the road as he trails behind cooper.

“so, uh, tell me, y/n. cooper has told me that you and valerie are studying business. i assume that’s going well.”

you sigh at hearing the “b” word. it felt like such a curse. your head hurts at the very mention. you muster up an answer that’s right to the point.

“yeah, i better be or i’ll bring the greatest shame to the l/n family, so i suggest you shouldn’t assume, nicholas.” you retort dryly, gazing at your rose red manicured nails. nicholas felt a twinge of a tingling pain in his stomach. it’s almost eighty degrees out, but it just got to thirty in here. talk about a cold shoulder.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to pry or make you uncomfortable. i was just trying to make conversation considering it’s a da—” you cut him short.

“i know how a date works, man. what are you? a prosecutor trying to present to me the evidence of exhibit obvious?”

“matter of fact, i am, well— studying to be. i’m in the pre-law and criminology program at my university. just like you, it’s in my bloodline.”

“oh, well. i guess it’s a change from all the guys i’ve met. they’re always waiting for their folks to kick the bucket or step down, so they could inherit a position of power that’s worth twenty years of work, but get it because they were born. they’ll spend a shit load of money and the body’s not even cold yet.”

“woah—wow. i’ve never seen it in that perspective, especially not from an heiress like yourself.” nicholas’ brows furrowed and he exasperatedly whistled.

“wow indeed, nicholas. it’s a goddamn shame. what the hell does me being an heiress got to do with it, huh?” you quiz defensively, cutting your eyes to the male. nicholas takes a deep breath and combats with a firm and calm voice,

“hey, there’s no need to get defensive, y/n. i’m just saying most people from families like ours don’t typically share the same thought as you nor care—i believe it’s an interesting perspective, not a bad one, so i don’t blame you for believing that money could easily sway someone’s morals.”

“hm.” that’s all you could respond with and you returned your gaze to the window sitting in deep thought. who the hell did nicholas chavez think he was? why isn’t he combating you with the benefits of all that luxury? did this man just—sympathize with you? something was definitely up with nicholas and not to mention, you were being a bit of a bitch towards him and he was still holding a civil conversation with you. there had to be a narcissistic, egotistical bratty yuppie prick underneath that calm and collected gentleman-like demeanor. you had a scheme: you were gonna push that limit to make sure that asshole makes an appearance at that restaurant.

the guys smoothly pull up to the entrance where the security and valet are standing. they get out of their cars to open the doors for you and valerie before handing their keys and a handsome tip to the valet to get their cars parked. you gazed up at the illuminating skyscraper of the restaurant before you. THE OPULENT HAVEN flashed itself so vibrantly in the city that even the stars had some competition. it was hypnotic to say the least. you stop your gawking when you feel a large palm rest itself on the small of your spine. your brown eyes lean up to see the familiar pair of nicholas’, a grin playing across his chiseled face.

“i take it by the way you’re staring that this is your first time here. breathtaking, isn’t it?” he softly whispers in awe with a matching expression towards the structure. you inwardly groan as your stomach does that thing again. here he goes with this fake prince charming, nice guy act. who was he to assume that you haven’t been here? you’re y/n fucking l/n for god’s sake! oh, who the hell were you kidding? this was your first time at this place and it looked like a palace. you didn’t want to let him know that though. he’s probably been here a thousand times with a myriad of women. you never forgot your scheme to release the animal within him, so you smirk with a quirked brow in his direction before you shot back in the same whispered voice,

“and who are you to assume that i haven’t been here? it just looks very elegant, nothing more. you’re acting as if i’m a damn tourist to these kinds of establishments.”

“it’s not my intention to assume, y/n. i’ve just noticed that you could see and appreciate the beauty in this building like i do. if it makes you feel any better, this is just my second time around. you don’t have to be so guarded, you know? now, let’s get inside before our party leaves us behind. after you.” he gives you a once over to the see through revolving doors where cooper and valerie are standing at the hostess’ station awaiting your arrival.

“whatever.” you grumble under your breath, rolling your eyes.

“i beg your pardon?”

“nothing—let’s just get inside.”

with a silent nod and his hand still on your back, he takes the lead for you to meet with the other two. the hostess guides you all to your table and it wasn’t long before a waiter arrived. cooper takes the initiative to request the restaurant’s finest merlot, water, shrimp cocktails, and pâté as the starting course of the evening. when the server returns again, you all agree to settle on the main course of the beef wellington and lobster thermidor, and topping it off with the crème brûlée. cooper and valerie start to break the ice with everyone at the table. you sat with your eyes down at your purse and courtly spoke whenever spoken to without getting caught peering at the ticking clock every once in a while. who knew that a fucking hour would take a lifetime? it also didn’t help that when valerie was in her own world with her precious koch boy, nicholas tried every way possible to get you to open up and with every attempt, you respond to him with such a snarky and dismissive attitude. valerie tries her best to paint you as a decent human being to the best of her ability because she really likes cooper and the last thing she needed is you scaring him off because you’re pissed at her.

“so, nicholas! do you like music? y/n sure does. i bet you didn’t know that she’s very talented at the grand piano and has been doing performances and competitions when we coming up! she even dabbles in a bit of composing.” valerie chimed, gesturing her gloved hand in your direction like you were an exhibit on display.

“yeah, i love music and that’s actually really cool, y/n. how long have you been playing for?”

“since i was five. you’re about to be a top shit lawyer, right? you do the math and get the facts.” you retort as you take a sip of wine. valerie rolls her eyes and hisses your name as cooper places a hand on hers. his forest eyes giving her the reassuring look of “let it go”. cooper knew exactly what you were doing and as his best friend, he knew that nicholas’ politeness could only be pushed so far, they all just had to wait and see it all come to a head. after your response, you noticed how nicholas clenched his jaw, cleared his throat, and his composed expression returns with a tight lipped smile. what is this guy’s deal? where’s his backbone? he’s just like the rest of these sorry ass yuppie motherfuckers.

“shot in the dark, here. seventeen years?”

“ding, ding, ding! we got a winner!” you sarcastically cheered with a toast of your wine glass.

“that’s impressive. you must be really passionate about it. what type of styles do you typically play? classical? baroque? romantic? maybe jazz?” he leans back casually in his seat awaiting your answer. you were quite surprised that a pre-law student had such a knowledge in that area.

“anything that sounds good to my ears.” you announce with an air of confidence and shrug your shoulders. there was no utterance of a thank you, not nothing. you were gonna make sure this plan to expose him for who he truly is doesn’t all go to hell. it was pissing you off that with every brash comment you made, he would kill you with cordiality.

it was pissing you off so much that even the server was catching stray bullets from you.

“excuse me, would you tell whoever the hell prepared this dish to please remake this? there’s no way this was right because i’ve had better at a fucking cheesecake factory.” the server stood with such timidity and tried plead their case on behalf of the chef.

“ma’am, we understand your concern, but i assure that the head chef has made it—“

“wait a minute, you’re telling me this is the work of your head chef? well, i guess it’s time for him to head back to culinary school because this is fucking terrible. this is ALL terrible!” your voice rose with frustration as you throw your lap cloth down on the table like a child having a tantrum and stood from your chair with your arms firmly crossed. all you could think was fuck this restaurant, fuck this date, fuck valerie, and fuck nicholas for foiling your plan. before you could bitch and berate any further, nicholas also stood up from his chair. “wait, nicholas, don’t—”, valerie tried to open her mouth to protest and deescalate the situation, but cooper gently grabbed her wrist, shaking his head to let valerie know that nicholas had this. she just needed to watch. he was composed, but he held a perfect posture with his chest was puffed up, he kept his hands flat at his side, and he looked at you with such contempt, such disappointment, before his baritone voice dominated the room.

“no, valerie, this is not okay. i’m sorry, but i’ve got to get this off my chest.” he paused. his serious, deep gaze not pulling from your curious eyes before he resumes speaking, “y/n, your behavior this whole night was completely inappropriate and unacceptable. i’m not exactly sure what your problem is with me, but i’ve done nothing, but try to be civil. i don’t know what type of guy you may think i am, but where i come from, manners and decorum count a lot wherever and to whoever, so i can’t just sit back and let your nasty, smart-ass attitude continue. you owe every single one of us an apology, especially to that poor server. now, if you refuse, we’ll take you back home and continue the night without you. do i make myself clear?”

you stood there silently, still trying to keep your guard up, but the muscles of your crossed arms loosened. the furrow of your perfectly arched brows softened and a small smile crept on your painted lips while you listen to nicholas chavez set you, y/n l/n, in her rightful place. he was respectfully getting you all the way together and boy, did you get such a titillating rush from how he was so assertive yet, still had that integrity. he was exactly the type of man you’ve been craving for in your circle. the type of man that wasn’t afraid to stand up for what’s right no matter how many times he’s given the benefit of the doubt. he’d make one hell of a lawyer. it was like you were seeing stars when his eyes bore into yours, awaiting an answer. you were so stuck in staring at him, his colossal frame stepped forward to be in closer proximity to yours. the warm chocolate hue of his pupils turn darker as they continue to stare down into your own. nicholas takes the opportunity to repeat his question with an added firmness, considering he didn’t get an answer the first time.

“y/n, do i make myself clear?”

you swallow.

“yes, nicholas.”

you were so entrapped in his softening gaze when you gave in. valerie sat in awe and confusion as she witnessed you humbly apologize to everyone for your behavior, including the server and the night went on pleasantly. plus, you decided to give nicholas more than an hour, you decided to give him a chance. there was something about him that had some potential you craved to see more of. you weren’t always the one to get second dates, but as you attentively indulge in amicable conversation with him, you’d hope you were redeemed enough to get that chance to see nicholas again. alone. although you hated him less, he was still a fine specimen of a man. he gave you a sense of warmth. that warm feeling didn’t leave when he drove you home after dinner. it didn’t leave when he walked you to the door. it sure as hell didn’t leave when he bid you a sweet goodnight with another lingering kiss to your hand. the image of his beautifully sculpted countenance burned deep within your brain. nicholas was even the type of guy that made sure you entered your home first before disappearing into the night. a regular yuppie asshole would speed off as soon as you closed his car door. your heart pounded within your chest as you stared at the ceiling while immersed in your satin rose duvet. every single shitty word you’ve ever said and every judgmental thought you’ve had towards nicholas alexander chavez was immediately transformed into immense respect and burning desire.

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ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey · 4 days ago

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Hinny prompt: Harry dealing with Ginny’s new fan base.

Ginny is starting to get her first few fan letters. The harpies try and sort them but Harry spots a few on the creepier side OR at a game he overhears some fans obsessing over the fit new Chaser. Have fun with it.😉

This might not be what you meant by "fun," but right about now the most fun thing I could imagine writing was a situation in which horrible, misogynistic men get what they deserve. Can't imagine why... NSFW (language) - Please note, there's some offensive language in this one, included to illustrate how horrible these characters are; NOT meant to condone it. I hope that's clear in the tone.

It would be blasphemous to say it, but Harry strongly prefers attending Ginny’s away matches.

The furor around the relationship between “The Chosen One” and the rising star Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies had reached dizzying heights. Fans of their relationship flock faithfully to Harpies matches in the hope they might witness Harry cheering for Ginny, or clapping for Ginny, or something equally mundane, made exciting and romantic only because he’s the one doing it. While bizarre and invasive to Harry, this parasocial fantasy is nothing short of a PR dream for the Quidditch Club.

The Harpies administration had been thrilled to reap the benefits of this excitement, and consequently laid out Harry and Ginny’s relationship on a silver platter: whenever Harry attended a match in their home stadium, he was offered a private Top Box at a prime location, complementary Omnioculars, unlimited food and drink, and a large Weasley Banner adorning the wall behind.

Ostensibly a generous gesture, but in reality a nuisance, because it meant every reporter in the stadium knew exactly where to direct their cameras every time Ginny so much as sniffed the Quaffle. They’d capture Harry’s reaction and then rush to print it in the paper the next day, with interpretations so loosely based in reality that Harry’s nearly impressed at the creativity.

Once, Harry had sneezed, and his pained expression in the leadup to it was painted as “trouble in paradise” for weeks because it had happened to coincide with Ginny scoring.

On another occasion, Harry had spent much of a particularly chilly match with his hands in his pockets. Of course, the only explanation for such insane behavior was obviously to hide the nonexistent wedding ring on his finger, which clearly resulted from a secret weekend elopement in the aftermath of Ginny’s spectacular performance against Pride of Portree.

“They’ve got a point,” Ginny had joked over their morning breakfast. “I did deserve a diamond after that match. What gives?”

“A bit late for that, haven’t you heard?” Harry had said through a bite of porridge. “We’re already getting divorced. I’m having another affair with Hermione at the weekend.”

“Damn,” Ginny sighed. “I wanted to have an affair with Hermione.”

Much more insidious, though, were the stories suggesting that Ginny’s signing and popularity was only because of her relationship with Harry. Ginny swore she didn’t give a flying fuck what the papers wrote about her, but Harry took to ripping every story that cast aspersions at her talent to shreds.

But, Harry had finally got one over on the press. He’d called an uncharacteristic press conference and made an announcement that, due to undefined “security risks” at away stadiums, he was unable to attend matches outside of Holyhead.

The statement had been worth all of the ridiculous stories speculating about his lack of support for his girlfriend’s career, because it meant that he got to watch the Harpies vs Falcons match – donning a thick cap, sunglasses, and a scarf, in some cheap seat that no one would suspect Harry Potter of sitting in – utterly without audience. Sure, his view of the match leaves a bit to be desired, and he’s cramped next to a rowdy group of Falcons fans, but it’s wonderfully refreshing to swear angrily when Ginny is fouled without fear of a think-piece speculating about his repressed anger issues appearing in tomorrow’s Prophet.

It’s one of his better lies, all told, and Harry’s inclined to celebrate his stroke of genius.

It’s not until about ten minutes into the match that Harry is forced to concede he may have celebrated prematurely, as he reckons with the drawbacks to his little caper up close and personally.

“HI! HO! FALMOUTH FALCONS! HI! HO! FALMOUTH FALCONS!”

The lads surrounding Harry are chanting with such an obnoxious, drunken fervor that Harry can hardly hear himself think, forget hearing the match commentary. They scream with such persistence for so long that they’ve nearly earned Harry’s begrudging respect, when the chant finally succumbs to raucous cheers as Falmouth is awarded a penalty.

“Nice to have a bit of a doss match this week,” the bloke next to Harry remarks loudly after Falmouth scores their penalty. “Gives Wickford time to rest up before we play Puddlemere.”

Harry squints up at the speeding players above and confirms that Wickford, a thick-necked man and Falmouth’s star Chaser, is indeed speeding back defensively as the Harpies offensive formation takes shape, and not resting on the sidelines. Harry shoots a sidelong glance to his neighbors, perplexed.

“Yeah, nice of the Harpies to carry on with an all-female squad,” another dark-haired lad chimes in. “I thought they were finally going to give it up after last season. What a joke.”

The first bloke, who Harry observes looks rather like Dudley, laughs ruefully. “Gwenog Jones won’t ever admit the problem, though, will she? They just don’t have the speed or the strength, everyone can see it–”

Harry scowls. Pricks.

“She clearly thinks the new recruit, Weasley or whatever, is going to make them competitive again, but–”

“Does she?” the Dudley-looking one snorts. “Or do they just want the Harry Potter fangirls to bring in the revenue? It’s a massive publicity stunt, honestly, just like the whole team.”

The three of them laugh, and Harry’s scowl deepens beneath his sunglasses.

“I’m only hoping they bring back the swimsuit calendar this year,” the dark-haired one adds. “Weasley’s fit as fuck.”

The group murmurs their general agreement, and Harry takes stock of the hexes available to him. Might be time to dust off the toenail-growing one of Snape’s… But no. He can’t get hauled in front of Magical Law Enforcement again. Robards will sack him.

“Yeah, the Harpies can fuck around with an all-women team, as long as they all look like that,” the Dudley-looking lad adds, pointing up at Ginny who is now flying overhead, and they all get a particularly good view of her from behind. The blond one jeers. “Wouldn’t mind seeing her strutting around on my calendar in a bikini.”

“I’d go so low as to call myself a Harpies fan for one of those,” the dark-haired jokes, and they all snigger.

Sod hexing. Harry would quite like to kill them. He’s gripping the metal bars in front of him, knuckles white, imagining creative ways of doing it when Ginny - quite literally - takes matters into her own hands: all of their attention is pulled to the pitch as she feints, drawing Wickford into an ugly-looking lurch before she dodges and cannons a shot directly into the right goal.

God, he loves her.

“Damn,” the blond one whistles. “Fit and fair enough at Chasing, I suppose.”

“Potter’s a lucky bloke,” they joke. “I’d let her score on me all she wants.”

Yeah, Harry thinks darkly, today’s my lucky day.

Harry thinks he deserves a medal for the level of restraint he exercises, as the lads continue to offer lewd, sexist, and leering comments about Ginny for the entirety of the match. In fact, the only reason he manages not to strangle them is because Ginny, herself, is shutting them up far more effectively than he ever could.

“Watch this, Robbins’ll catch her, look at the difference in wingspan–”

Ginny drops a beautiful pass to Gwenog who times her formation perfectly, and the Harpies score yet again.

“Weasley’s tiny, once they let our Beaters loose on her she’ll be a goner–”

Ginny executes a perfect Sloth-Grip Roll to dodge an incoming bludger, and manages to whip a shot past the Falcons Keeper while dangling upside-down.

“Knock her off her fucking broom!”

Wickford, clearly frustrated, fouls Ginny – hard. While the referee blows a shrill whistle, Harry lets out a stream of abuse, “Dirty fucking wanker–”

“Oi!” the Dudley-looking bloke next to Harry exclaims with glee. “Have we got ourselves a Harpies fan in our midst?”

Harry takes a measured, calming breath before answering, still staring up at the match above. “Yep.”

The group lets out a gleeful ooh. Harry knows it’s commonplace to give opposing fans a hard time at away matches, but these blokes haven’t got a clue how close Harry is to losing it. He’s about one more comment away from turning them into Aunt Marge.

He claps when Ginny easily puts away the penalty shot, extending the Harpies already considerable lead.

“Very progressive of you,” the blond one jokes. “Are they your girlfriend’s favorite team, or something?”

“Or something,” Harry answers through gritted teeth.

They all jeer. “She’s got you whipped, eh? I hope the pussy’s worth rooting for a pussy-ass team like–”

“I’d watch my fucking mouth, if I were you,” Harry says, his voice low and dangerous. He realizes, dimly, that he must look far less intimidating than he’d like, with his ridiculous hat and sunglasses and scarf covering much of his face. Oh, well. Looks can be deceiving. He’s just finished up with seven weeks of an intensive dueling refresher course with the Aurors. He reckons he could incapacitate all three of them before they even had a chance to pull their wands.

“Oooh, would you?” they jeer. “What, do you reckon if you cheer loud enough, Weasley will hear you and come over to thank you after the match?”

“Could she thank me too, you reckon?” the Dudley one adds.

Harry can hear his own heartbeat angrily pounding in his ears. They’re all disgusting pricks, not worth a moment of his time or his energy, but he’s not stupid, either. He’d been, at first, when Ginny had originally signed with the club, and he’d just started paying more attention to the news about the team and the undermining, sexist undertones in all of it. He’d been shocked to see the nasty objectifying comments, the aspersions at their talent, the insinuation that the team was a feminist gimmick, not to be taken seriously.

Hermione had humbled him with a sharp, “No,” when he’d asked her if she was surprised by it, too.

He’s not as naive anymore. He realizes these blokes are watching their own team get shellacked by an all-female side, watching as Ginny plays elite Quidditch with their own eyes, and still they’ve got nothing but bullshit to say.

Helpfully, Ginny chooses that moment to score yet another goal, her seventh. When Harry claps, they all join in mockingly.

“Weasleyyyyy,” they call, with mocking, lovesick expressions. “Ditch the Chosen One and choose meee!”

Harry turns to them, and asks in a flat tone. “Is that the reason you’ve been rooting for such a shit team, then? You’re hoping Wickford will come and give you a cuddle after?”

“Oi!” the dark-haired one says. “Hang on–”

“That’s the only reason you’d be a fan of the fucking Falcons, isn’t it? If Wickford will take you home?”

“Nah mate, reckon all poofs are Harpies fans, aren’t you?”

The toenail hex seems woefully tame, all the sudden. “Are all Falcons fans pricks or is it just you lot?”

“Oi, relax mate,” the blond one jeers. “We’re just wondering how it all works. How many times have you got to wear a Harpies kit before they let you pull a leg over?”

“Dunno, how many times have you got to wear that Falcons kit for them to win a match?”

“Is that the new Harpies recruitment strategy?” the Dudley-looking one continues. “They only sign slags to the team, so they can shag together a fanbase?”

Harry pulls his wand so fast that they jump back, startled. “Say that again,” he growls, holding his wand in the man’s face. “Say it.”

“Watch yourself,” the blond one says, holding his hands up and pointing to his mate threateningly. “This one’s about to be an Auror, you’re about a second away from–”

What surely deadly threat Harry is a second away from, he’ll never learn, because just then, with a loud groan from the crowd, the Harpies Seeker pulls out of a spectacular dive with the snitch clasped in her fist, thereby ending the match at an embarrassing score of 260-10.

“YES!” Harry yells, his wand dropping to his side as his eyes seek out Ginny in the air.

He can’t remember ever finding a win so satisfying, and Ginny quite so attractive as she streaks across the pitch to hug Gwenog Jones in a midair heap, her red hair streaming behind her in the wind. When she lets go, she scans the section she knows Harry is sitting in. Looking for him, like she always does after a match, only this time she’s looking for an idiot in a shit disguise.

He turns back to the blokes, fury and disgust with them still radiating in his bloodstream, and a reckless desire that he’ll surely regret later overtakes him. Fuck it, he thinks, and he begins to pull off his scarf.

“What was it you were saying before?” he goads, pulling their attention back to him before they move with the rushing crowd out of the stands. “One of you arseholes is going to be an Auror?”

“I am, and I’ll curse you into next week, if you like,” the Dudley looking-one taunts. “Maybe then Weasley will give you a pity ride, if that’s what you’re hoping for–”

“Interesting offer, but I’ll pass,” Harry says, as he pulls off his sunglasses. A look of vague recognition sweeps across the blond one’s face, though the others merely look a combination of angry and befuddled.

Harry replaces his regular specs and looks to the pitch just in time to lock eyes with Ginny - she’s found him in the crowd.

She’s halfway across the pitch, but Harry can tell by the tilt of her head that she’s wondering why he’s gone and taken off half the disguise they’d laughed so hard about earlier. He waves, and despite their earlier agreement to forgo their usual public post-match celebration, she seems to get the message and begins flying toward him.

He turns back to the blokes and finally removes his hat, revealing the still famously recognizable scar on his forehead. All three of their expressions transform into varying degrees of horror as they recall every horrible thing they’d said over the last hour, and connect just who they said it to. “What the fuck–” one of them mutters. “What the fucking shit– is that– Harry Potter–”

Harry stares directly at the aspiring Auror, memorizing his stupid features as he reddens. “I–” he stammers.

“I wouldn’t count on the Auror thing,” Harry spits. “If you’ll pardon me, though, I’ve got to congratulate my girlfriend. Maybe thank her later, for giving me so much to cheer for.”

He turns just as Ginny arrives to hover in front of him, windswept and flushed with victory and so ruddy gorgeous he can’t think. “You were so fucking brilliant,” he tells her.

“I know,” she says with that cheeky grin he loves so much, and then she kisses him so soundly that he quite forgets the pricks openly gaping at them from behind.

For a moment.

He pulls back from the kiss and turns to find them making a hasty retreat from the scene, but not before he hears the telling sound of a camera pop.

The ensuing stories plastered all over the papers the next day - Harry, pictured in his ridiculous disguise entering the stadium, their victorious kiss in the stands - ensure that Harry’s never able to sneak surreptitiously into the crowd of an away match ever again.

A trade worth making, though, when Harry gives an exclusive interview detailing every disgusting thing the three men identified in the background of the photograph had said, and when Ginny writes a cutting op-ed for the Prophet highlighting the ways in which the press had created the very narrative those three pricks had parroted.

Of course, it doesn’t solve the problem overnight, nor did they expect that it would. But, it moves the needle, just a bit. When Ginny reads an excellent article detailing the Harpies’ unique formations without once mentioning Harry or questioning whether they might be more effective by signing male players, she smiles.

The rejection of Winston Winthrop’s Auror application is just the frosting on the cake.

#hinny #quidditch #justice #just let me have this one #this fictional world where people can say awful things #and it actually affects them #and they dont get positions of power because of it

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atlabeth · 4 months ago

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can i request a bridgerton au fic with nikolai? (i was reading not so simple earlier and was thinking about nikolai and now i can’t get the idea out of my head lol) maybe the reader isn’t the diamond of the season, so she has no idea why nikolai (A PRINCE!!) wants to court her

sweet relief

pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem!reader (bridgerton au!!!)

summary: you meet a striking stranger at your first ball, only to discover he is not a stranger at all.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this man it was so much fun to write i got carried away!!! i hate nikolai and his charming self so much

wc: 3k

warning(s): none that i can think of ??

Nikolai is bored.

In truth, he does not fully know why he is here. Vasily has already been declared as the catch of the season, and the heir to the throne is much more valuable than the second son. But he is back in London after years spent traveling—not in search of a wife, he might add, to the chagrin of his mother—and he supposes that is cause for some interest.

In the most basic sense of the word, Nikolai is also a prince, though he hardly has claim to the title. Not with the rumors of his true parentage floating about.

If he was lucky, he figured he’d find some fun around Mayfair. If he was unlucky, he will be forced to deal with swarms of eager debutantes and even more eager mamas.

And at this ball, Nikolai has realized that he is unlucky.

He’s already had to fight off a horde of eligible ladies and their mothers, and explain ten times over that he is not here to participate in the season, he is just here to visit family. He doesn’t think they’ve heard a single word he’s said. They only see the lack of a ring on his finger.

It is why he has found himself in some corner of the ball, a glass of champagne—that he wished was brandy—held loosely in his hand as he tuned out the idle musings of the men he’d somehow ended up around. His eyes dart around the ballroom, looking for anything even remotely interesting to get him through this night.

He catches a glimpse of a pair walking through the doors, a mother and a daughter that he recognizes as a debutante from earlier in the day, but before he is granted the chance for further inquisition, his thoughts are interrupted.

“Your Highness,” someone says, and his attention is drawn from his glass to not just one, but three pairs of mothers and mares, surely trying to vye for his hand. “It is an honor to meet you.”

“I was unaware of my popularity,” Nikolai says wryly, looking at each of the women in turn. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“The pleasure is all ours,” another mother says brightly, and he sees her nudge her daughter. “If I may introduce my daughter, Miss Eleanor Woodbridge?”

Nikolai bows his head in greeting, and she curtsies. When Miss Woodbridge speaks, her head is still bowed. “It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness.”

“So I’ve already heard,” he remarks.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she stands back up, and the next mother begins to introduce her daughter, and then the next—a Miss Evelyn Frances and a Miss Anna Huntsbury.

Nikolai ends up in a dance with Miss Huntsbury at the nudging of her mother, and though it is perfectly pleasant, he can’t fully enjoy it with all of the eyes on him.

It is not as if he doesn’t enjoy attention. He is perfectly fine with being the center of attention, with being adored by women, with dancing and balls and all sorts of revelry.

But this— especially after his travels to other countries, away from good society and the expectations of nobles— is so unbelievably predictable. All of these mothers attempting to find their daughter a husband, only interested in Nikolai because of a title he likely won’t earn. He doubts a single one cares of the man behind the Lantsov brand.

But a second prince is better than no prince at all, and thus the moment he is off the dance floor, he is once again swarmed by women.

He allows an inward sigh as he plasters on a smile.

It is going to be a very long night.

You are inexplicably nervous.

You’ve just debuted and you are already in attendance of a ball. God, why must they hold the season’s first ball the night of all the debuts? You haven’t even had the afternoon to soak everything in—to truly absorb the fact that you must search for a husband—as your mother and lady’s maid spent every moment ensuring you were the image of perfection for tonight.

In your mother’s opinion, they succeeded. But you already feel as if you are suffocating in your gown.

You are not the diamond, but in truth, you are thankful for it. There is already a huge weight on your shoulders to make a match—you could not imagine having the queen’s eye on you the entire time. You wished luck to Miss Jasmine, both that she could avoid horrendous suitors and the queen’s ire.

Your mother says your name softly as you cross the threshold into the ballroom, immediately overtaken by the dancing and the musicians and glittering jewels. “Are you alright?”

You shake your head rapidly. “No, Mother, I do not think I am alright. I am at my first ball of the season and I believe I may pass out.”

She breathes a loose laugh as she shakes her head as well. “You’ve nothing to be nervous about. You will shine just as you always have, my love. I’ve no doubt that a suitor will see that.”

“That is what I am afraid of,” you huff. “I’ve equal fear both of finding a husband and not finding one. How is one meant to dread both of their options?”

“You’ve nothing to be nervous about, and nothing to be afraid of,” she repeats, “and certainly nothing to dread. I’m sure by the end of the night, you will have suitors lining up for a chance at your affections.”

You truly doubt that, but you do not voice anymore of your concerns. Your mother has already done you a favor working through so many of them with you—the least you can do is smile prettily and dance a time or two.

And you do. More than you imagined—your mother sends you away to fetch glasses of lemonade after a few minutes of idle chatter, and after you’ve poured the first glass you are approached by your first suitor.

Lord Kenneth Barham, son of the Earl Pritchard. You’ve no idea what a man of title is doing around you, but he is agreeable and kind throughout your first dance. Had you the ability, you would have stayed by his side for the rest of the night only so you could avoid the rest of your expected debutante duties.

But you do not, and so after a respectful if not slightly boring conversation between the two of you and your mother, he parts ways with the promise to call on you. You are not granted reprieve, to your mother’s delight, and it is not until a near full hour of dancing that you are able to get away.

You slip away while your mother is busy discussing things with the Baron Ashford and his son, and you have never been so thankful for the outdoors when the cool air hits your skin.

You let out a long, deep breath as you attempt to calm yourself. Things are going well, much better than you expected—you are already expecting five gentlemen to call on you by the morrow, three of which are titled.

But you are not even halfway through the ball, and you are already exhausted. Your feet ache and you’ve grown weary of the weight of jewelry on your head and wrists and neck. You’ve truly no idea how you are meant to make it through the entirety of the season, if it is like this.

“I apologize, my lady. I was unaware there was another out here.”

You turn around and hold back a sigh. Even in your attempts to be alone, men still find you.

“I do not have a claim to these gardens,” you say wryly. “You are free to roam.”

He chuckles as he nods, and he takes another few steps towards you. “I wish not to roam—just to take after you and wrestle out a moment for myself in this schedule.”

“Then you have picked a wonderful spot,” you say with a nod. “I will give you time to enjoy it on your own.”

You start on your way, but he steps in your way. “There is no need, my lady. I already rather enjoy your company.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You have been in it for but a moment.”

“And what a lovely moment it has been,” he says.

Normally, irritation would have won over by now. You should not be out here with a man unchaperoned, and you truly just want to be alone for a moment—you’ve a myriad of reasons to stick to your bearings and leave.

But you have to admit, he is agreeable. His blonde hair is artfully styled, he’s dressed rather finely, and his hazel eyes seem to twinkle as he looks at you with a smile.

“...Alright,” you say, and you decide to stay in place for now. “Have you a name, good sir?”

“You can call me Lord Sturmhond,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “I apologize, my lord. I’ve not yet heard of you.”

“That just means I am all the more able to make a good impression,” he says, his smile only growing. “Which is rather imperative with a lady such as yourself.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, and you bite back a smile of your own. “You are quite the charmer. It could be quite scandalous for us to be found alone.”

“You needn’t worry,” Lord Sturmhond says. “I doubt anyone will leave the ballroom. They are all too focused on the visiting princes.”

Your eyes widen. “There are princes here?”

“The Lantsovs,” he nods, and this time his eyebrows rise. “Had you not heard?”

“...My mother may have told me, but it would not come as a shock if I neglected to listen,” you say sheepishly. You let out a deep sigh as you wring your gloved hands together. “I should be all the more thankful to be out here with you, then. The only thing to come of my meeting a prince would be disaster.”

“Oh, I surely doubt it,” Lord Sturmhond says. “I enjoy your presence, and I enjoy your conversation. I believe the princes would feel the same.”

“You flatter me, my lord, but I am in doubt.” Your gaze drifts off to the sky as you take a moment to appreciate the stars. “Truthfully, I am out here because I am overwhelmed. I’ve spent the hour dancing and in conversation with various men, and already I have had to venture out here for reprieve.”

“All of this takes practice,” he says. “It is an unreasonable expectation for debutantes to be thrust into the season and perform perfectly. None of this is a light matter, and yet it is treated as one.”

You sigh. “I just cannot imagine doing this for so many more months. It is going to be a very long season.”

Lord Sturmhond chuckles. “I have thought the exact same thing tonight, my lady.”

You find yourself smiling, freer and more genuine than anything you’d mustered earlier in the night. The other men you’d met were fortunately kind, but you just felt… different out here, with him.

There were no eyes on you, meaning you did not need to act the pinnacle of propriety. That must have been the difference—not the man himself.

In the distance, you can hear the changing melody of the strings, signaling the start of a new dance. Your eyes fall to your dance card, and as you read the last few names, you remember you still owe three more dances. You bite back a very unladylike curse.

“I apologize, my lord,” you say, hurrying through a curtsy as you begin to back your way towards the ball. “I really must be going. My mother will have my head should I stay out here any longer.”

“I understand.” Lord Sturmhond catches up to you in a few quick strides and he takes your hand, stopping you in your tracks. Your breath catches as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand, and your heart hammers in your chest even with the barrier of your glove.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, my lady.” His hazel eyes are nothing less than enchanting as they focus entirely on you, and had you any less sense, you could easily find yourself talking away the hours of the night with him. “Have confidence. I am sure this night will go your way should you wish it.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you as well, my lord,” you say. “I hope it is not too forward of me to wish on our meeting again.”

“Do not worry,” he says. “We will.”

You open your mouth to ask him how he can be so sure, but the strings grow louder and you huff a sigh. In lieu of another goodbye, you nod and grin at the lord before you rush back indoors.

Your mother doesn’t berate you when you appear by her side again, so you were not gone for too long. You get through your next three dances, and your last suitor is just leaving when your mother jabs you in the side.

“Darling, the queen is coming our way,” she whispers. “And she has the Lantsov princes with her.”

You nearly collapse just at that combination of words, but you hold fast—quite literally, as your hold tightens on your mother’s arm. You are thankful to the Lord Sturmhond for alerting you to the presence of princes tonight, for your shock would be exponential without it.

“Why are they coming our way?” you ask.

“They have been making the rounds together,” she says. “Straighten your back.”

You do, and then you nearly collapse yet again when your eyes meet those of one prince.

Those gorgeous hazel eyes stare back at yours—you know yours are as wide as dinner plates, despite your attempts to hold back—and he gives you that same damned smile, bowing his head ever so slightly as if to acknowledge your meeting.

You met the prince.

You told the prince of all your worries.

You were kissed on the hand by the prince.

You only hear your mother saying your name when she nudges your shoulder, snapping you out of your reverie. You blink and look at her, then to the queen.

“Your Majesty,” you rush out, ducking into your best bow, “Your Highnesses. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”

The queen greets you and your mother with your surname, and though all your attention is on her, you can still feel the prince looking at you.

“Have you met my sons, Vasily and Nikolai?” she asks.

Vasily bows politely, respectful but reserved. “A pleasure, my lady.”

You curtsy in return, and your Lord Sturmhond steps forward. You are thankful, at least, to put a name to the lying face.

“It is a pleasure to meet such a beauty,” Nikolai says. He takes your hand and bows down to press a kiss to it, and your skin burns from his touch just as it did out in the gardens. He does not let go when he straightens, instead looking to your mother. “I do not wish to end our meeting prematurely, but I would love to have this dance.”

“Of course!” your mother exclaims. “It would be her honor, Your Highness.”

Nikolai nods and smiles, looking back to you for your permission. You nod as well through your haze, and he leads you out to the dance floor. It takes a moment for you to fully come back into yourself, and it only occurs once he has laid his hands in the correct position. His feather light touch is like lightning.

“I did tell you we would meet again,” Prince Nikolai says, that sure smile on his lips yet again. Had it not been for your years of dance lessons, your weakened knees would not be enough to carry you through this waltz. “Did I not?”

“...You did,” you say. “But you did not tell me you were a prince.”

“I find it invites unnecessary pressure,” he says. “Did you not enjoy our time together?”

“...I did,” you say again, unsure of your words.

“And I am proven right in your manner,” the prince says. “You spoke so easily in the gardens, and now you seem to be putting thought into each syllable.”

“You— you are a prince,” you repeat, your still-lingering shock making you speak plainer than you intend. “Of course I am putting thought into my words.”

“You needn’t worry around me,” Nikolai says. “I am just another man in London.”

“You are a prince.”

“As we have established,” he nods, and when you let out a light huff he grins. “You have a lovely smile.”

“As do you,” you say, and you shake your head. “I cannot believe you allowed me to make a fool of myself out there.”

Nikolai frowns. “However did you make yourself a fool?”

“You allowed me to ramble!” you exclaim. “I told you of my worries, of being overwhelmed, of all my thoughts—”

“And what is the problem with that?” he asks.

“It is unseemly to complain to a prince,” you insist.

“We see our meeting quite differently, then,” he says. “For I left it with a most favorable image of you, and a wish to see you again.” He cocks his head. “Did you not leave with the same?”

“...I did,” you say after a moment.

Your conversation stalls for a moment as you part from each other, following the steps of the dance, before joining back again. His hand is sure in yours, startling but welcome warmth.

“Then I do not see the issue,” the prince says.

“You have made this night all the longer,” you intone. “Your attention makes me something of a target among the ladies of the ton.”

“Do not worry,” he says, that irritatingly pretty smile aimed at you yet again. “I believe we can get through it together.”

“Together?” you ask.

“You wished to meet again,” Nikolai says. “I plan to grant that wish several times over.”

“...I would like that,” you admit, feeling your cheeks heat under his gaze.

“And just to think,” he says, amused, “you said your meeting with a prince would be a disaster.”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x y/n #nikolai lantsov fic #nikolai lantsov fluff #bridgerton au #grishaverse x reader #shadow and bone x reader #sadie’s 3k celebration #sadie writes

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year ago

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Bonten - With Debbie Jelinsky Male Reader Pt.2

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I wanted to give the reader a husband that he actually likes for a bit of a change, so this is pretty early on into the relationship. I've also decided that this one is very important to Bonten, so they wouldn't kill him nor be okay with the reader killing him. I hope you enjoy this, 🫓Flatbread Anon! —Benny🐰

Part 1 Part 2

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"Shuusuke? What's wrong?"

[Name] asks his new boyfriend, confused, as the man had stood abruptly from his chair, causing it to jerkily skoot back.

The man in question, Tanabata Shuusuke, a young billionaire who owned a very popular tech company operating out of Sendai. The blonde man had reached the peak of his success at the age of 28 and it kept climbing for the next 5 years to where we are now. Now 33, his company, Tanabata Technology™, was the second most popular in all of Japan.

The young and wealthy bachelor was pretty easy on the eyes as well. In fact, many news stations and magazines voted him as the most handsome billionaire of 20××. To furthur estimate his popularity; Tanabata Shuusuke would get at least 13 letters of love and admiration from random strangers every single day without fail.

"[Name]....—"

Softly speaks the blonde as he gracefully walk around the table; coming to a stop in front of his seated e/c eyed lover.

"—....Every day from the moment I met you has been a whirlwind of pure bliss for me. You've made me feel like noone has ever made me feel before. You complete me, truly. So I want to ask you...—"

He slowly gets down on one knee as he gently takes [Name]'s small hands into his; carefully he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a royal blue cube shaped box. Flipping it open, Shuusuke reveals a gorgeous ring, consisting of gold band with the words 'Our Love Is Eternal' intricately ingraved on the inner side and a large heart shaped diamond implanted into it.

"—... Matsumoto [Name], will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!"

"I still don't understand why we have to find this fucker in the first place. We already have Kokonoi, why do we need another person like 'im?"

Complains a surprisingly sober Sanzu as he lazily sprawls out on one of the sofas in Bonten's common room.

Bonten had been searching for the serial killing gold digger after a while of letting him go, which was a very strange decision on Mikey's part, considering they usually never let people go.

But now it seemed that their boss had regretted that decision thus ordering his men to try and find him again. What prompted the sudden change of heart was left out from their orders and they won't exactly ask either, lest they get offed for questioning leadership.

"I don't exactly mind finding him, he had a great ass. I'd love to see him again."

Ran says from his place behind the sofa that the pinkette was occupying as he smoothly inserts himself into the conversation with a sly look on his face.

Kakucho, who was seated in the sofa opposite to Sanzu, deadpanned at the elder Haitani's response. He silently rolled his eyes along with Rindou who was sat next to him scrolling on his phone. The two gave each other a side glance that held so many words of exasperation and expectancy.

"Of course you would."

Rindou groans, finally done with his side-eye conversation with Kakucho.

Ran looked at his younger brother with a teasing expression as he simply shrugs as if to say 'what can ya do'. Prompting yet another eye roll from the jellyfish haired man.

"I found him.—"

Says a previously silent Kokonoi as he reads the information off his screen.

"— Looks like we were right, he got married again. And it's to another one of our partners, but it's an important one, so we need to get to him before he decides to kill the guy."

"Ah! That vanity is vintage! Be more careful, will you! You can put it in the lounge."

A robe clad [Name] huffs at the clumsy movers as they accidentally bump his furniture into a nearby wall.

It had been a few days since Shuusuke had proposed to him in that restaurant; the billionaire asking him to move in right then and there. Which leads us to now, where the last truck full of [Name]'s possessions were being moved into their now shared home.

The h/c-ette vaguely remembered his now fiancee telling him earlier that he'd be meeting with some people today. Perhaps he was still talking with them, it would certainly explain why he wasn't present. Surely if he came and got his wonderfully rich husband, Shuusuke wouldn't mind him interrupting whatever meeting he was in. [Name] was his fiancee now after all, he needs must be tended to.

The e/c eyed man nodded to himself as he made his way to the home office, his eyes carefully scanning the halls so he wouldn't get lost again. Even if he'd been given a tour of the entire estate, it would take a while to really know where he was going.

Reaching the intended door, [Name] gave a brisk knock, entering before an answer could be given. He made a b-line for his blonde fiancee, paying no mind to his guests, and planted a kiss on the man's forehead. He was startled though by his lover's nervous expression.

And then he heard it.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the cutie from Minato.~"

Shit.

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koizumiyuu · 29 days ago

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Social Outcasts

Part 5

warnings: Niragi, guns, gore, swearing?? casual aib things you would expect.

The wound turns out to not be anything serious. Just a case of teared up skin where the bullet likely grazed her during the scuffle in the room. She may not be a doctor, but it’s not that difficult to clean it up and wrap a bandage around it. She’s more annoyed at the hole in her hoodie, now gaping on the upper left sleeve.

A few days pass in relative peace, and (name) uses the daytime hours to gather supplies and information however she can manage, before she eventually has to abandon her shoddy apartment in turn of being closer to the game venues.

Her thoughts linger on the guy she met in the Five of Spades game. She knows she’s seen him on campus before a few times. Has run into him in the hallways. Knows he does his rotations at the hospital partnered with the University, that’s why she didn’t see him around that much these days. She’s stumped on his name though. Their majors are nowhere near similar, and honestly, she didn’t even have any point in noticing him before. It’s only after meeting again in this strange world that she’s forced to give more thought to what he’s like.

It felt unsettling to how he approached the game and the situation in general. While everyone else was either running around or cowering in fear, he stood back and watched, silently calculating his next move as if playing mental chess with an invisible opponent. Just like (name) did. It’s one thing to be the smartest in the room when you’re the only one, but it suddenly throws you off balance when a second player like that is introduced. (name) briefly wonders what was the reason for him wanting to gain her trust in offering help, and what his motives are.

After a few days of laying low, (name) finally decides it’s time to stop stalling and closes the door to her apartment for good. She stays with her policy of wearing practical clothes, once again opting for shorts and sneakers, with another black hoodie. The streets of Tokyo are yet again dark, as she sets out towards another game venue lit up in the distance.

The closest venue appears to be a once popular Pachinko parlor, now again lit up against the otherwise dark street. ‘This must be a Diamonds game in a place like this.’ (name) muses to herself before pushing the door open as a familiar chime follows her inside.

The place looks tidy enough, with most of the slot machines lined up against the walls of the room. There’s already two people waiting, talking between themselves in hushed whispers. They appear to be a couple in their early thirties, giving her a weird look for a short second. (name) glances at them briefly, not really keen on making conversation before approaching the counter on which four phones are placed. She picks one up, going through the usual stuff as it scans her face.

She has a brief moment to look around the room before the door swings open again and three men stroll in. Immediately, they don’t give friendly vibes with the imposing presence they give off, but (name) just quietly observes, not saying anything. The guy that entered first immediately stands out with the piercings on his face and the assault rifle he’s got slung on his shoulder. Also, the monstrosity of a printed shirt he’s wearing. The two guys that follow, appear to be his lackeys, as they wear the same disgusting looks on their faces, immediately looking over everyone in the room as if they’re prey to be gawked at. She takes notice of how the two dudes seem to be wearing shorts and sandals with their jackets, as if they were just on vacation. And that all three of them have some type of locker bracelets on their wrists. She wonders what that’s all about. The first guy’s eyes slide from the couple to (name), and he smirks, before making his way over to collect the phones for him and his buddies.

The three of them scan into the game, and soon enough the familiar voice rings out, announcing the information, as simultaneously, a single light bulb lights up above a table in the middle, revealing six chairs standing around it and a revolver placed atop.

‘Registration has closed, the game will now commence.’

‘Game: Reverse Russian Roulette.’

‘Difficulty: Five of Hearts.’

(name) furrows her eyebrows, ‘Hearts?... Seriously?...’

‘Rule: The first player must spin the cylinder of the gun once before pointing it at themselves and firing. The cylinder contains 4 full chambers and 2 empty ones. No personal weapons may be used during the game.’

‘Clear Condition: Empty the cylinder of the gun. Standing up from the table will result in an Immediate Game Over.’

‘Time Limit: 20 minutes.’

The man with piercings appears smug for god knows what reason, while the couple immediately panics, muttering something unintelligible among themselves.

After a few snide comments from the first man, and him haphazardly tossing his rifle on the counter, the six of them make their way to the table, each taking a seat at one of the six chairs. (name) sits between the woman and one of the three men who came in together.

(name) appraises the remaining players quietly, before the pierced guy takes initiative, starting to urge the game on. A snarl on his face, he points to the frightened looking man impatiently, “The fuck are you waiting for? Pick it up!”

The man seems to flinch back in surprise, immediately uttering excuses, “W-what? Me? I haven’t— I’ve never—“

His stuttering gets cut off as the first guy sneers, “Then have your girlfriend do it if you’re such a pussy! Move it!”

Now it’s the woman’s turn to jump as she begins pleading to not make her do this. Her partner seems torn up about both choices, but seemingly not wanting any more of the yakuza guy’s wrath, reaches for the gun. He fumbles at first, but eventually spins the cylinder, lifting it to his head with shaky hands. The pierced guy watches with thinly veiled amusement as the guy trembles in fear, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw before after a long pause— pulling the trigger.

(name)’s not sure what she expected. The man’s blood splatters across the table and the woman as he slumps forward, the gun clattering on the table from his now limp hand. The woman dissolves into wails, sobbing loudly as she clutches her own face. (name) just watches, mostly glad he didn’t get blood on her.

Yakuza guy doesn’t seem to be so patient, immediately interrupting her sobs with a shout, “You’re next! Pick up the gun!”

She doesn’t comply immediately, so he bangs his fist on the table, “I said pick it up! Are you deaf, you whore?!”

That gets her attention, and she reaches for the gun with trembling hands and snot running down her chin.

The process repeats again, as she hesitantly presses the barrel to the side of her head. (name) leans back in her seat, and after some more crying, begging, and whimpering, the woman pulls the trigger too. And just like her boyfriend, she meets the same fate of having her brains splattered on the table. (name) makes a face of disdain when a few specks of blood hit her cheek.

Guy with the piercings zeroes in on her next, the same condescending snarl on his face as he nods to the gun, “Well, dollface? Gonna wait all night?”

(name) gives him a look, but picks up the gun next, weighing it in her hand. It’s heavier than she thought it’d be, but that’s the least of her worries now. She pauses for a second, before speaking up in a measured tone, “You know, nobody said we have to fire specifically at our heads.”

The guy recoils at her comment, looking at her like she just said the stupidest thing he’s heard, “Hah? Don’t you know how to play Russian Roulette, you dumb bitch?”

(name) smirks faintly, “I know. But that’s not exactly what we’re playing, is it?”

Realization seems to dawn on the guy’s face, but the expression disappears as quickly as it came as he watches her, “Whatever, just fucking shoot.”

So (name) does as she’s supposed to, lifting the gun to her head. The guy seems taken aback at that after the whole theory she just gave, “Oi, what the fuck are you—“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before (name) pulls the trigger.

And… nothing. The chamber is empty this time around. She scoffs, placing the gun down onto the table and sliding it towards one of his lackeys that’s sitting between him and her, “Guess I’m lucky.”

The guy on her left looks at her, then at the gun, then at her again. He’s seemingly a blind follower of their self-appointed leader, but for some reason, he looks to her for guidance or advice or whatever the hell else, “So, you’re saying I don’t have to point at my head?... Where else then?”

(name) shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest as she observes him, “Who knows? Anywhere else that’s not lethal?”

The guy seems to hesitate, but his leader appears to be losing patience, now urging on his own minion, “Fucking do it already! There’s a timer you dumb shit!”

That kicks the guy into gear and he picks up the gun, pointing it at his thigh just like she suggested. (name) raises her eyebrows, interested to see if her theory is correct. The guy grits his teeth, hesitates, then pulls the trigger. The gunshot sounds out and he yelps in pain as blood starts pouring from his leg. He tosses the gun on the table with a loud clatter, immediately pressing his hands to the hole in his leg between gasps. He doesn’t get eliminated though, and (name) nods to herself in approval, glad to see she was right. She lifts her eyes to the leader, “Well?”

He shoots her a glare, but picks up the gun next, doing the same thing as his buddy and pointing it at his thigh. He pulls the trigger, the gun clicks, but nothing happens. He throws his head back in laughter, happy at his success before pushing it into the last guy's hands forcefully, “C’mon! Move it!”

The last guy hesitates, already knowing what’s coming to him. But under his leader’s pressuring and the timer ticking, he has no choice but to do as he’s told. He too, clenches his jaw and points the gun at his leg before pulling the trigger. And just like the previous guy, his reaction is immediate as the bullet pierces flesh.

The guy is still wailing and clutching at his wound as the cheery chime sounds out, ‘Game Clear. Congratulations!’

(name) doesn’t waste time before standing from the table, the chair making a disgusting scraping noise against the floor as she pushes back, “Good game.” She turns towards the door as the gang leader stands too. He starts yelling something after her, but she dips as fast as she came, not having a good feeling about lingering around him any longer than necessary.

Next.

#chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya alice in borderland #aib chishiya #chishiya x you #chishiya x original character #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #niragi suguru

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years ago

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Csn you do sn mafia au again. But with cater x bartender!reader?

HELL YEAH! actually i have an idea that i wanna write a long time ago so now's the time to write it.

Diamond Candies

Gangster!Cater x Bartender!Reader

Silver Bullet!Au credits to @jackplushie

Summary: a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

your bar is packed tonight

it's not like you aren't happy it's just that

most of these customers are either gangsters or somebody from the underworld

your bar had become an dealing place or what should you say a "haven" for these men to gather around, have a couple of drinks then complete a illegal trade that slipped your ear had been made.

it's convenient for them since even the bartender don't pry to these conversations, letting it be.

it had become and the one that made your bar popular to these people was...

"ACE, YOU SPILLED SOME ON MY JACKET!!"

"Shut up Deuce you're too loud, my ears are ringing from hangover..."

these kids. the first customers you weren't grateful for

"for the last time, Mocktails doesn't have alcohol and hangovers don't work that way." you say as you wipe off the spilled residue of the counter glaring over the two teenagers that stained it in the first place

"Hey bartender when are you going to-"

"when you turn 18, here have a soda instead." you interrupt Ace as you give them both different flavor that matches their hair color, they don't seem to notice it but it had become an amusement to you to give them matching beverage each time

with how busy the bar is no one might've paid attention to anyone coming in but you are the bartender, every ring of that bell in the entrance is a new person you'll get to know even without speaking a word.

a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

you continue wiping some of the glasses as you let him walk closer to the counter

"Looks like our newcomers are having fun drinking right now!!"

"PFFTU-- CATER!?!?" he had both of his hand in their shoulder as they both spew out their drinks as it drips out of their mouths onto your counter

dammit, you just wiped that spot and how come these two didn't notice him coming closer?

"Cater- wait we can explain--"

"Hmm~ you know, Riddle's going to be so mad if he knew you two were neglecting your duties to..." his eyes follow you all of the sudden, watching you wipe the glasses in display.

"...drink." he let that last word slip out as a whisper whilst his green eyes are still at you

"hey" he's talking to you, you gave him a glance before turning back at your chore

"you know, internet's the most fastest wildfire that can spread through locally even globally." his voice is sinister, threatening.

"this bar serve booze right? and as far anyone would know, even if you could just give Acey and Deucey here a look they are certainly too young for it" you sigh, for the love of great seven how many times had you heard that?

"what if i posted about this huh? the internet hates people like you you, yk? that wildfire would ruin you, your life, this bar, everything. it can even get you arrested!" he smiled at you with his eyes closed but that doesn't lessen the heavy tension between you two leaving Ace and Deuce nervously silent with their mouth slight agape

"I don't serve alcohol to minors sir, i mostly serve them soda or juice." you reply as you hold back the urge to throw the soda can in Deuce's hand at him, you're too irritated inside but you can't show it especially if he's just provoking you like this

"Oh." he's looking at your eyes to search for the barest hint of lie, but he couldn't and you aren't , the only thing you lied about is that you served Ace and Deuce mocktails even though all that you did is mix some fruit juice add a lemon to it and make it look good. they didn't even question if it's a real mocktail or not.

when he confirmed he can't, hummed to himself and let his hand wander around your clean counter- he's pissing you off before sitting besides Ace and touching one of the tall glass near him

"this thing doesn't look like what you'd put sod-"

"yes, it's a flute glass." when is this man going to leave? he's ruining your night right now by touching literally everything you just cleaned.

"but you are aware that you ar-"

"YES, YES I AM AWARE. now sir if you're not going to order anything or have any business in here anymore i recommend for you to leave this establishment at once." your irate statement left him silent at his seat as both Ace and Deuce try to sip their sodas quitely.

the awkward silence didn't even last 3 seconds before orange spoke again

"Ah! i remember now, i haven't posted in in Magicam for a while, mind if you make me a drink? Mx. ummm...." he searched for the nametag that didn't appear in your vest

"just call me bartender, i don't mind. now what will it be?" you bring out your notepad incase he's one of those types that has an order with multiple adds to it that you couldn't keep up with

"Ooh~ private much? dw i understand." he winked at you, rolling your eyes you asked what would his order be again as he looked at lighted menu from above you

"Ooh, the flamingo sounds fun! i wanna try it, add a smile and a heart to that too~" he's the flirty type huh?

you had tons of customers interested in you and your background, and when they can't find it, they try to pry themselves into your life to find the barest hint of weakness and use it against you. to use you .They would use methods you are accustomed to: Flirting, Forcing, Threats, Violence. anything to make you spill what you know but as the bartender of silver bullet, you are numb to it.

you prepare his cocktail by mixing vodka and champari to the mixer

"the name's Cater btw" he tried to speak as you shake the mixer a little bit harder to make a point at him

"you know... at a second glance, you don't look half bad yourse-" you turn out his voice by mixing vigorously near your ears, you can't handle anymore of his flirting, you're pretty sure you've had heard tons of those lines before.

after shaking for a while that turned Cater to quiet, you eventually pour his drink to the flute glass he touched earlier without even wiping it first.

it's pretty evil but he deserves it

with the last step, you slowly add champagne to the drink, with your three stool customers watching it pour.

"enjoy." you didn't sound enthusiastic serving it to him, one would almost assume you laced it with poison

"where's my smile and heart?" Cater ask playfully as he took a sip

"ran out of those. would never restock" Cater laughed at your response before returning to his drink. with the mood easing up, Ace decided to talk

"Sooo uh, bartender... can we get some of those candies again? they are free right?" Ace tried to lift the mood up before getting a nudge with an elbow by Deuce

"Hm? of course, hold on" you did receive some from Crowley two days ago, never checked it after eating some of it though, since you might've been too busy keeping this dingy bar up to place. you pull out something out of the cabinet, some sort of small bowl filled with orange diamond shaped candies, some of it were dark brown.

"Oh cool! another shape!" Ace put one in his mouth

"they look sweet too!" Deuce puts two

"they're bitter." you say after the two boys had the candies already bitten and melting to their mouth, they cough it out and sputtered replying to the strong taste of bitterness to the candy

you pick one up to observe it "they might look sweet on the outside but... it's bitter on the inside." you give Cater a glance

"too bitter." you place it inside of your mouth and swallow before it melts to your taste buds

"Would you like a taste, Cater?" you ask him as if it's a challenge.

"don't mind if i do" with a distance like Ace and Deuce it would seem like a normal reply to a question of yours, but Cater knows what you were trying to imply.

"Blegh! that's so disgusting, its way more bitter than a grounded coffee" Ace commented as he drank all of his soda to wash off the taste

"I don't mind a prankster side of you Bartender, but please don't do that ever again" Deuce does the same but chugging it off faster than Ace

"was it too much for you guys? now that you've got a taste, would you stay away from it forever then?" you grin at the two boys noticing how silent Cater had become

"wouldn't say that... but yeah maybe I'll avoid it from now on" Deuce say putting the can down at the counter

"i don't want to ever eat that ever again, BUT! i have a new prank idea..." Ace's smirk infected you as you looked at the orange haired man staring at his drink downwards

"What about you Cater? what's your opinion to it?" you ask as if challenging him, to see if he knew what you're trying to say

"it is too bitter." he said before chewing again. maybe you'd teased him too much with your implications, that's what he gets for messing with you earlier but he seemed hurt by it.

"for me, i think i like it. bitter as it is you've just got to accept that right?"

Cater's rose his head up to your words, the orange strands of his hair falls to his blushed face but his expression seemed surprised.

you eat another one, chewing it this time. the tangy bitter taste washed your mouth, it's unpleasant but you've had worst.

"Yeah..." Cater smiled before he finish his drink. with how red his face is you'd assume he is drunk but he stood up properly and dragged the two boys by the back of their collar

"w-wait Cater!!" Deuce struggled off Cater's strong grip but it refuses to budge

"uh oh, we're screwed dude" Ace added as he struggled for a bit before giving up

"Thx for watching the newbies for me bartender! i enjoyed the drink and snacks too!" he shouts before coming out with the two boys in hand.

you pick up the glass he drank at but it suddenly had a sticky note "call me" with his number written on it. you could crumble the paper now and throw it away but...

you decide to keep it, just in case

huh, come to think of it he didn't take any picture of the cocktail.

"ow ow, Cater please let go!!" Ace pleaded as he tried to remove the hand off his collar.

"Nope, i ain't doing it" Cater laughed as he dragged the two both to his place

"P-please don't say anything to the leader we'd do anything" begged Deuce as he try to keep up with Cater's walking before bumping to him as he stopped

"Oh really? anything hmm let's see..." Cater let go both of the boys's collar and nd pulled out his phone

he exactly remembered what he wants he just waited for the opportunity for these two to give it.

"that bartender... what exactly is their deal? what do you know about them?" Cater opened his phone and pressed the recording app before putting it back to his pocket.

"what, you also like them?"

"No, just interested."

a/n: hello hello i just wanna point out some things i promise a/n notes will dissapear soon cuz im pretty sure I'm annoying you guys but here it goes

The drink was from once again you guessed it guys, Alcohol is For Married Couples Chapter 62. (i honestly love the manga thats why i get clear reference from it since the drinks in there seemed lighthearted)

i just made up the candies lol, i don't think there's a bitter diamond shaped candy out there or if there is i just dont know it yet

Pointing the Obvious: Cater is implied to be the candy and bartender reader likes him >:D

thats all lol hope u guys liked it.

#twst #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst cater #twst cater diamond #twst cater x reader #twst cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #cater x reader #silver bullet au #cater diamond x reader

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mysticraven20 · 7 months ago

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for the fic asks:

💖 🙌🍎📈🛌

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

Gabriel Gets Used To… — The first fic was written during a writers block. I decided to write from another characters POV and chose Gabriel Agreste. I love this one will all my heart!

The Situationship — to me it’s everything I stand for as a writer. Romance. Humour. And a dash of seriousness!

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

The proposal in Let’s Be Us Again

Marinette watched as a wide smiling Adrien let go of her hands and moved in front of her, dropping down onto one knee and offering the box up towards her. She was almost blinded as he opened the lid, the city lights reflecting off the emerald cut diamond and making it look nothing less than magical.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, this is the engagement ring of Adrien Agreste, which grants the power of my unwavering love and devotion for my remaining years to come. You'll use it for the greater good. Once the mission is over, you'll be mine forever.... Can I trust you?”

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

While writing Poisson d’Avril! I learned a lot more about the French tradition of sticking fish on each other’s back on April Fools Day. That was fun!

📈Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?

A Masked Deal

"I know we both struggle with holding down a relationship, and obviously if villains are still around we're never going to be able to commit, so how about we commit to each other? If neither of us are in a relationship by twenty-two we marry each other."

Two heroes ... Ladybug and Chat Noir

One deal ... "If we're not married, we'll marry each other.

One reveal ... on the wedding day

A Renewed Friendship

Adrien Agreste was a famous Olympian. He'd given up everything to pursue his dream, much to his fathers dislike. But an injury takes him out the sport forever and his playboy attitude from over the past three years is causing trouble for his aspiring career.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a designer who wishes to become famous. She is struggling to get her big break thanks to being black listed by none other that Gabriel Agreste, Adrien's father. She dreams for her little company to expand and finally get the recognition it deserves.

Perhaps these two old friends can help each other out. He needs to change his playboy imagine and she needs someone to wear her designs and take her seriously.

No kwami's or Miraculous

Inspired by ‘Fix Her Up’ by Tessa Bailey

The Honey Trap

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was fed up of men and after finding her fiancé in bed with somebody else, she was hell-bent that no woman would ever feel the way she did.

A year on and she is one of Paris’ most successful honey trappers.

Still recovering from the emotional turmoil of not only her failed relationship but also from the one night of bliss with her childhood crush, Marinette puts all her time and energy into exposing cheating men. That is until a unique opportunity comes up.

Three years after their night together, Adrien Agreste is back in her life, and she has six weeks to trap him. The only problem is Adrien isn’t the only one keeping secrets and Marinette finds herself in a tangled web of secrets, lies and lust.

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I’d like to write a brother’s best friend/worst enemy trope…but it would be quite difficult to write in this fandom and I’m not sure anyone would read it!

#adrienette #ladynoir #marinettedupaincheng #adrienagreste #miraculous #fanfic ask game #ask games #ask me anything #ask game

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shanecompany · 6 months ago

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cuntstable · 1 year ago

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jojo parts ive watched/read ranked in terms of accidental but still ultimately homosexual energy btw. sorry if this controversial but im speaking my truth and AM open to critique……..

1. stocean obviously. jolyne and her yuri girlfriends and her stated jealousy of snails for their ability to fuck anything…….. she is the number one gay bitch of jojos. also pucci is there as the main villain which adds a million points

2. (unfortunately) battle tendency i believe….. mostly due to the pillar mens fat asses and dubstep club theme. also joseph getting oiled up and getting rings put on him (again unfortunate but ultimately it is what it is)

3. diamond is unbreakable. josuke is one of the if not Thee most potently Gay Boy character in all of jojos and his teen marriage to okuyasu shouldnt be ignored. but ultimately they are balanced out by kiras equally potent metrosexuality.

4. phantom blood actually. the rare jojo bara fest with jonathan and also dios on screen evil bisexuality and campiness is at full display. and speedwagon should of course be recognized as the First Gay Man in jojos universe.

5. stardust crusaders. not actually very gay comparitively except for polnaref and avdols whole deal and agreeing to go for a dinner date before one of them died. sad! would get higher placement for dios potent evil bisexuality but ultimately his on screen time is so limited in the part that it cant save it

6. steel ball run. johnny and gyro have simply no chance of beating the allegations of being gayasses. and hotpants and diego are there. but ultimately similar to part 4 all of this is even more balanced out and negated by funny valentines agressive heterosexuality and the somehow even more unfortunate inclusion of an actually canonically gay character being. well. very bad.

7. golden wind. contrary to popular belief not actually gay, just european

#ultimately they ARE all accidentally gay though.#emphasis on accidental but it is again what it is #jojo

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aaxolotgilyrlyaybisuvl · 1 year ago

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Triggers/ foreword: loud, most ethnic, language, partial nudity, Video lyrics

N-dubz {papa, wouldn’t you, better not waste my time}, Ayumi Hamasaki {real me, surreal, appears, fairyland, bluebird, ourselves, microphone, november, [moon returns], sending meil, like a doll, lelio, rainbow, rule, my name’s women, is this love? Song 4 u, ladies’ night, about you, nextlevel, dearest, game, mirrorcle world, heaven, inspire, do it again, I dreamed a dream, step you, bold & delicious, unite

Samurai Champloo shiki no uta, Origa rise, inner universe [(fatty bean)], Goldie inner city life, M-flo play it again, After School first love, Koda Kumi run, candy

Seyi Shey irawo, murda, Psquare, Flavour, Nato C, Wizkid, Justine Skye, Leona Lewis summertime, collide, I see you, Beyonce green light, formation, signs, pretty hurts, sweet dreams, single ladies, get me bodied, 7-11, ring the alarm, halo, flaws, countdown, run the world, if I were a boy, haunted, Yonce, upgrade U, diva, Lil Mix wings,The Saturdays all fired up, hero, Brooke Candy FMU, nymph, paper or plastic, happy days, rubber band stacks, study in duality

Dorian Electra egdelord, f the world, Azealia Banks chasing time, 212, Anna Wintour, big big beat, harlem shake, atm jam, miss camaraderie, fierce, atlantis,

miss amour, count contessa, no problems, heavy metal & reflective, running, 1991, Kerli army of love, diamond hard, walking on air, feral hearts, Allie X prime, bitch, simon says, catch my breath, old habits die hard, it’s not so bad in LA, Miss A breathe,

hush hush, AoA bing bing, good luck, 4Minute crazy, CL the baddest female, Jessi gucci, nunu nana, Hyuna how’s that, bubble pop, nabillera, Gfriend fingertip, Kara step it up,//

mama mia, lion heart, Hitomi Shimatani perseus, garnet moon, papillon, Boards of Canada roygbiv, Bjork it’s in our hands, it’s oh so quiet,

pagan poetry, where is the line, cocoon, oceania, play dead, army of me, big time sensuality, I miss you, possibly maybe, isobel, human behaviour

Mondo Grosso labyrinth, CL lifted, 2NE1 I hate you, I love you, come back home, I am the best, fire, can’t nobody, gotta be you, AoA like a cat

Hilary Duff coming clean, with love, fly, sparks, Dua Lipa we’re good, Sugarcubes birthday, Destiny’s Child survivor, lose my breath, soldier, Lily Allen smile, the fear, The Ting tings that’s not my name

The Yeah Yeahs heads will roll, The Veronicas hook me up, popular, lolita, take me on the floor, this love, Escape the sound let’s go, Lorn anvil, acid rain

Elliphant love you better, still getting younger, spoon me, (ft. MO )one more, “ lean on, kamikaze, Grimes genesis, idoru, world princess, butterfly, california,

delete forever, scream, Mia hungrigez hertz, MIA hombre, XR2, world town, jimmy, 10 dollar, 20 dollar, Wynter Gordon (ft. FloRida )sugar, stimela, levitate, believer, Diana “ woman, thank you /

Men Without Hats safety dance, Sade soldier of love, paradise, cherish the day, moon & stars, The Third Realm dance like you wanna die, kiss of the scorpion, invitation to hell,

forever, IAMX stardust, Sirius neon dominion, Ludovico technique dead inside, absence, deeper into you, potential, heal my scars, beyond therapy, wasting, Shiv-r devil’s night, alpha omega, Psychlon 9 parasitic, as you sleep,

Vanessa Hudgens sneakernight, baby come back, Lionbabe fire, Jetta electrify, ABRA fruit, Kilo Kish, The Internet girl, Doja Cat streets, Vegas, beautiful, nunchucks, Lola Munroe overtime, Exodus 23, you a jerk, Allie & AJ potential breakup song, like whoa, rush,

Ghost little sunshine, cirice, square hammer, he is, Lana Del Rey doin time, kill kill, venice bitch, chemtrails over the country club, hit & run, video game, black beauty, high by the beach, diet mountain dew, yayo, swan song, say yes to heaven, Marina & the Diamonds immortal, teen idle, the outsider,

fear & loathing, valley of the dolls, I’m not a robot, mowgli’s trail, handmade heaven, blue, solitaire, family jewels, hermit the frog, superstar, Mo Cheddah ko ma roll, Solange tony, losing you, cranes in the sky,

Tinashe aquarius, bet on it, cold sweat, cold sweat, bated breath, party favours, Beach Boys good vibrations, The Pretty Reckless you, miss nothing, medicine, Kalafina magia,

Birthday Massacre superstition, goodnight, blue, looking glass, Ayria gun song, Okilly Dokilly white wine spritzer, New Years’ Day gangsta [(Kehlani cover)], Nightclub show it to me, your addiction, Nuages dreams, Gunship dark all day,

Nicki Minaj your love, chun-li, barbie tings, pills & potions, superbass, right thru me, Madonna jump, (ft. MIA & Nicki Minaj )give me all your luvin’, la isla bonita, Charli XCX boom clap, you (ha ha ha),

party 4 u, 1999, (ft. Iggy Azalea )fancy, Zheani lulu, lava, Rina Sawayama xs, comme des garcons, Bassnectar future, dota, The Noisettes love power, that girl, cheap thrills, Shingai coming home

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malanijewelers1 · 1 year ago

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ammg-old2 · 2 years ago

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When I decided to propose to the woman who is now my wife, I gave a lot of thought to how I was going to do it. But I didn't think much about what I was going to do it with. Not only did a diamond ring seem the logical—nay, the inevitable—choice, but I had just the very diamond. My grandfather had scrounged up enough money to buy a diamond ring for my grandmother in the early 1950s, and the stone had passed to me when he passed away. I reset the diamond in a more modern band, got the ring appraised, and slipped it on my fiancée's finger.

It was a beautiful moment—a gesture of love and commitment spanning generations. And it was also exactly what De Beers Consolidated Mines, Ltd. wanted. I was a century-old marketing campaign, actualized. And I'm far from alone; three-quarters of American brides wear a diamond engagement ring, which now costs an average of $4,000.

Every so often, an article comes along that makes you thoroughly rethink a rote practice. Edward Jay Epstein's "Have You Ever Tried to Sell a Diamond?" was one of them. In his 1982 Atlantic story, the investigative journalist deconstructed what he termed the "diamond invention"—the "creation of the idea that diamonds are rare and valuable, and are essential signs of esteem."

That invention is surprisingly recent: Epstein traces its origins to the discovery of massive diamond mines in South Africa in the late 19th century, which for the first time flooded world markets with diamonds. The British businessmen operating the South African mines recognized that only by maintaining the fiction that diamonds were scarce and inherently valuable could they protect their investments and buoy diamond prices. They did so by launching a South Africa–based cartel, De Beers Consolidated Mines, Ltd. (now De Beers), in 1888, and meticulously extending the company's control over all facets of the diamond trade in the ensuing decades.

Most remarkably, De Beers manipulated not just supply but demand. In 1938, amid the ravages of the Depression and the rumblings of war, Harry Oppenheimer, the De Beers founder's son, recruited the New York–based ad agency N.W. Ayer to burnish the image of diamonds in the United States, where the practice of giving diamond engagement rings had been unevenly gaining traction for years, but where the diamonds sold were increasingly small and low-quality.

Meanwhile, the price of diamonds was falling around the world. The folks at Ayer set out to persuade young men that diamonds (and only diamonds) were synonymous with romance, and that the measure of a man's love (and even his personal and professional success) was directly proportional to the size and quality of the diamond he purchased. Young women, in turn, had to be convinced that courtship concluded, invariably, in a diamond.

Ayer insinuated these messages into the nooks and crannies of popular culture. It marketed an idea, not a diamond or brand:

Movie idols, the paragons of romance for the mass audience, would be given diamonds to use as their symbols of indestructible love. In addition, the agency suggested offering stories and society photographs to selected magazines and newspapers which would reinforce the link between diamonds and romance. Stories would stress the size of diamonds that celebrities presented to their loved ones, and photographs would conspicuously show the glittering stone on the hand of a well-known woman. Fashion designers would talk on radio programs about the "trend towards diamonds" that Ayer planned to start. ...

In its 1947 strategy plan, the advertising agency ... outlined a subtle program that included arranging for lecturers to visit high schools across the country. "All of these lectures revolve around the diamond engagement ring, and are reaching thousands of girls in their assemblies, classes and informal meetings in our leading educational institutions," the agency explained in a memorandum to De Beers. The agency had organized, in 1946, a weekly service called "Hollywood Personalities," which provided 125 leading newspapers with descriptions of the diamonds worn by movie stars. ... In 1947, the agency commissioned a series of portraits of "engaged socialites." The idea was to create prestigious "role models" for the poorer middle-class wage-earners. The advertising agency explained, in its 1948 strategy paper, "We spread the word of diamonds worn by stars of screen and stage, by wives and daughters of political leaders, by any woman who can make the grocer's wife and the mechanic's sweetheart say 'I wish I had what she has.'"

In the late 1940s, just before my grandfather started hunting for his diamond ring, an Ayer copywriter conceived of the slogan that De Beers has used ever since: "A Diamond Is Forever." "Even though diamonds can in fact be shattered, chipped, discolored, or incinerated to ash, the concept of eternity perfectly captured the magical qualities that the advertising agency wanted to attribute to diamonds," Epstein writes. A diamond that's forever promises endless romance and companionship. But a forever diamond is also one that's not resold. Resold diamonds (and it's maddeningly hard to resell them, as Epstein's article details) cause fluctuations in diamond prices, which undermine public confidence in the intrinsic value of diamonds. Diamonds that are stowed away in safe-deposit boxes, or bequeathed to grandchildren, don't.

#history #economics #capitalism #commerce #trade #advertising #sociology #psychology #marriage #romance #jewellery #mining #usa #de beers #diamonds

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jiannajewelers-blogs · 1 day ago

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Top Wedding Bands & Rings for Men and Women in Houston, Texas – Find Your Perfect Match

The day you say ‘I do’ arguably is one of the greatest milestones you will ever achieve, and finding the best wedding band or ring is integrally related to that. It represents the love and devotion, as well as the great adventure that is yet to come. Many styles and patterns of wedding bands and rings are available, which certainly brings a favorable option. And instead of freaking out, remember we have ways to help you look at the best options available for wedding rings and bands for men and women so that you do not miss out on the best one.

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Old School Heavy Metal

Like the metals used in construction, gold, silver, and titanium, platinum will always be in demand thanks to its durability and simplicity. These bands stay in fashion and can easily complement many engagement ring designs. Strength and beauty are the main reasons why more people turn to platinum.

Rings with Diamonds for Men

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crown123456 · 3 days ago

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Men's Wedding Bands – A Timeless Symbol of Love and Commitment | Crown Moissanite

When it comes to weddings, much of the attention tends to focus on the bride’s ring. However, the groom’s wedding band is equally significant, representing a lifelong bond, love, and commitment. At Crown Moissanite, we believe that every detail matters, and your wedding band should be a perfect reflection of your personality, lifestyle, and the love you share. Our collection of men’s wedding bands offers a diverse range of styles, combining timeless elegance with the brilliant sparkle of Moissanite.

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While the wedding band is often seen as a symbol of the groom’s commitment, it holds deeper meanings in many cultures and personal beliefs. The circular shape of the ring symbolizes eternity, with no beginning and no end. It signifies the unbroken connection between partners, their shared future, and the journey they are about to embark on together.

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