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Harry and Hermione vs the world

[shoyostar]

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── 〔 𝓗𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!! ﹒ 𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 〕

last updated. 03.16.24.

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can’t find a fic? it’s probably part of a series m.list ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

⸜❤︎⸝‍ : reader’s favourite ノ most popular.

𐙚 : author’s favourite.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓜𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝓢𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND. ┊ fiancé!JNT. [ sfw.┊wc : 11.6k ]

synopsis. the nhk's special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup's future wives-to-be! ⸜❤︎⸝‍ 𐙚

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. ongoing series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN JAPAN. ┊ timestamps. [ sfw.┊wc : 5.1k ]

synopsis. when the storm clouds clear overhead, our love blooms. through the thunderstorms and rain showers, all i see and love is you. 𐙚

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. ongoing series. central theme of rain. 24 hrs clock. fluff (with some suggestive moments). standalone oneshots. mostly set pre-timeskip.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓚𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

PUPPY LOVE. ┊ s. hinata. [ sfw.┊wc : 816. ]

synopsis. shoyo’s silly childhood dream to marry his childhood bestfriend.

content. childhood friend!shoyo / f!reader. fluff. established relationship (highschool). timeskip takes place third year of highschool. lowercase intended. not proofread. self indulgent.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓐𝐎𝐁𝐀 𝓙𝐎𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐈 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇 ノ 𝓢𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐎𝐇

MARY ANN. ┊ h. iwaizumi. [ sfw.┊wc : 754. ]

synopsis. “ginger or mary ann?” ⸜❤︎⸝‍

content. childhood friend!iwaizumi / f!reader. fluff. cali!iwa. longterm pining. implied LDR.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓝𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

nothing currently . . .

𐚁 ┊ 𝓕𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝓐𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘

SANTANNY. ┊ k. bokuto. k. akaashi. [ nsfw.┊wc : 2k. ]

synopsis. riding bokuto & strip teasing akaashi.

content. smut. fem!reader. petnames. lowercase intended. post timeskip. restraints. unprotected sex.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓢𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝓐𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘

nothing currently . . .

𐚁 ┊ 𝓘𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL. ┊ fwb!inarizaki 5. [ nsfw. ]

synopsis. ‘friends with benefits’? more accurately fuck buddies with perks. you don’t fuck just any guy with a dick, and you certainly do not chase after men.

content. friends w/benefits!kita, suna, aran, atsumu & osamu / f!reader. smut. smau with written narrations. university!au. slow & sporadic updates. ON BREAK.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓘𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝓘𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐄

nothing currently . . .

𐚁 ┊ 𝓚𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐈 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

nothing currently . . .

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[hms-harmony-discord]

50+ Art prompts and endless fic inspiration… Introducing "Harmony for Humanity (Writer’s Version)!"

AO3 Collection Link

In response to the Harmony Charity Art Raffle for G-a-za organized by @arishatistic, the writers of the Harry/Hermione community have taken initiative to create their own way to contribute to the effort. This art based prompt event takes harmony art from each of the 18 artists volunteering in the raffle and asks writers to choose any of those prompts as inspiration to write a Harmony piece.

The rules are simple, click "keep reading" to find them below:

It must be based on one of the h/hr art prompts in the following collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HarmonyForHumanity_WritersVersion/requests

The fic(s) must be at least 1k words.

It must be exclusively about the pairing Harry and Hermione.

The two major purposes of this writer’s initiative is to show some appreciation for the volunteering artists and to raise awareness of the raffle’s existence so that more people in the community can come together for a good cause. As such, you are asked to:

Cite the artist in your Author’s Note

Mention information about the charity raffle in your A/N by linking to the Harmony for Humanity’s official instagram page (https://www.instagram.com/harmonyforhumanity_/) or the announcement by Arishatistic on reddit (https://redd.it/1bkb3pr)

For more info on how to do that / or get A/N examples to copy paste, see the guide in our Rules

More than one person is allowed to claim the same art prompt. However, we do encourage people to try and spread out to give love to artists who may not have any art prompts chosen yet, so that everyone gets some appreciation.

The raffle was set to end April 6th, but the deadline will be extended to to try and get some prompt fulfillments and more people a chance to contribute to the community effort. You can and are encouraged to continue fulfilling prompts even after the raffle deadline passes; although at that point, it won’t raise awareness about the raffle, it will still show appreciation to the artist volunteers.

For a comprehensive review of the art raffle which this event is in response to, check out the raffle's official instagram page or this tumblr post.

[cilil]

AO3 recommendations overview

A good chunk of the recommendations I received - thanks again to all those who sent me something! - were from AO3 and I couldn't always find a corresponding Tumblr post to reblog so I decided to make a list for convenience (an attempt at sorting has also been made). Please go show some love, enjoy and happy holidays/happy new year!

₊˚⊹ Ainur

♡ Back In Evernow by @the-red-butterfly (Melkor & Manwë, Gen)

♡ Feathers and Friends by @elennalore (Manwë & Ulmo & Maglor, Gen)

♡ Whenever our paths cross by @thedaughterofshadows (Tilion, Arien & Ilmarë, Gen)

♡ Go Get Him by @glorf1ndel (Eönwë x Arafinwë, T, WoW)

♡ To be Made of Fire by @hirazuki (Mairon & Arien, Gen)

♡ Worth While by @hirazuki (Mairon & Eönwë, T, WoW)

♡ Redeeming graces cast aside by @mirkwood-hr-department (Melkor & Nienna, T, canon divergence)

♡ No Sooner Looked by @verecunda (Melkor x Mairon, Eönwë, T)

♡ When Your Walls Fall by @curufiin (Melkor x Mairon, T, canon divergence)

₊˚⊹ Elves

♡ So do our Minutes Hasten to their End by @maglor-my-beloved (Caranthir x Haleth, Erestor, T)

♡ Anywhere With you by @last-capy-hupping (Maedhros x Fingon, past Melkor x Maedhros, E, modern AU, heed warnings)

♡ What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope (Daeron x Maglor, T, modern AU)

♡ of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) by @oopsbirdficced (Caranthir x Finrod, T, soulmate AU)

♡ A Compass Pointing North by @elentarial (Celegorm x multiple, E, modern AU (cam work))

♡ Pour Out A Drink For Me by @nothinghereisworking (Caranthir x Haleth, T)

♡ Star Anise by @maglor-my-beloved (Fëanor & Nerdanel & their children, Gen)

♡ Bureaucratic outcomes & oversights by @sortumavaara (Glorfindel x Erestor, M)

♡ Snow white and the hunts(wo)men by @goschatewabn (Celegorm x Oromë, M, ABO)

♡ Laws and Customers by @z-h-i-e (Glorfindel x Erestor, little Arwen, Gen)

♡ glade-song by @welcomingdisaster (Galadriel x Melian, M)

♡ Slow Flights by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Irmo, Gen, coming back to life)

♡ The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant by @melestasflight and @polutrope (Fingon, various pairings, T)

♡ My Bones Divide and Shake by @sallysavestheday (Celegorm & Oromë, Gen)

♡ Nothing gold can stay by @mirkwood-hr-department (Thranduil x Glorfindel, E, long fic)

♡ Something in the Darkness by @hirazuki (Eöl x Aredhel, M)

₊˚⊹ Dwarves & Hobbits

♡ You Should Be Safe With Me by @fantasyinallforms (Bilbo x Thorin, E, canon divergent verse)

♡ And I’ll say I love you, and I’ll say that I do by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book (Bilbo x Thorin, Gen, modern AU)

♡ Flowers that Never Die by @frosticenow (Bilbo x Thorin, T, pre-canon)

♡ Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles (Bilbo x Thorin, E, modern AU, accidental marriage)

₊˚⊹ For Orc lovers

♡ Scars of Silver and Gold by @niennawept (Adar x OFC, E, ROP verse)

₊˚⊹ Old/older favorites that helped me through difficult times back in the day:

♡ Catechesis by @lvsifer (Melkor x Mairon, E, pope AU my beloved)

♡ the path of ecstasy by @bodhvild (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ In Utumno's Deeps by @foxindarkness (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ distractions by @tarmairons (Melkor x Mairon, baby dragons, unrated)

♡ Just This Once by @crackinthecup (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ ... and I burn for you by @echoesoftheforest (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Desire by @dragonofmordor (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Sacrament by @mayakoroz (Melkor x Mairon, E)

I was a lurker back then and too shy to comment or make myself known, but I saved links to my favorite works and never forgot about them. Better late than never.

₊˚⊹ Gifts for yours truly

♡ His Malicious Majesty by @i-did-not-mean-to (Mairon, various pairings, M)

♡ Where there's smoke, there's a fire by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon x Gothmog, E, modern AU)

♡ Dog eat dog or something like that by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, puppy, gen)

♡ Aber bitte mit Sahne... by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, coffeeshop AU)

♡ Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, mafia AU)

♡ Reaching for the stars by @i-did-not-mean-to (Manwë x Varda x Yavanna, T)

♡ The adventures of Crablor by @goschatewabn (Crablor x Faramir, E, heed warnings)

♡ Broken traps by @ruiniel (Andreth & a wolf, T)

₊˚⊹ Art collections (is this cheating? No idea - but this is my event and I loved these so let's put them in as a bonus)

♡ Kinktober by @sortumavaara (various, E)

♡ Kinktober by @elanna-elrondiel (various, E)

[ma-lark-ey]

Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

[mariaofdoranelle]

URDAD - part 1

Adenine: paired with U

Fic masterlist

I’M SO EXCITED

Warning: this is not a safe space for Chaol stans

Words: 2,4k

“How‘s the baby?” Dr. Moonbeam asked in the examination table as Aelin slid the ultrasound transducer over his abs. She was still figuring out if he was flexing them to look stronger, or to make her work harder by hardening the area she had to move the probe on.

Aelin was “examining” Dr. Moonbeam just to check if she’d fixed the glitch in his ultrasound machine, but of course he’d have a field day with it.

“Very funny,” she answered with the dullest face possible, and then gasped. “Is that a kidney stone?”

“WHAT?” He bolted upright and took the probe from Aelin’s hand, pressing it harder against him, but relaxed when he studied the monitor. “You’re evil.”

Aelin tilted her head back, cackling.

Being the engineer responsible for Mistward General’s very expensive machinery, Aelin was glad she was out of the hospital’s crazy hierarchy. She didn’t take orders from any doctors, which let her be more at ease around them, unlike most of the staff.

Even if some were shameless flirts.

“So…” Dr. Moonbeam called her attention, slowly sliding the paper towels against his abs that looked shinier because of the gel. But his eyes had this playful glint, because at this point, he knew she was immune to his moves. “When are you breaking up with that tool of yours?”

“In two weeks, actually.”

His eyes widened. “You’re joking, right?”

Aelin looked away and checked the ultrasound just to have something to do with her hands. “I already paid this month’s rent, so I’m waiting a little before breaking things up and moving out.”

She wasn’t in a rush, but it was time. Chaol hasn’t been the same. Aelin hadn’t felt the same about him either. When she went to her best friend to talk about this, Imogen was very supportive and offered her spare room.

Imogen Whitethorn wasn’t Chaol’s biggest fan, to put it lightly.

Dr. Moonbeam had his arms crossed, head cocked with a shameless grin. “No need to go through that, Galathynius. You can stay with me those two weeks.”

Aelin snorted, slowly shaking her head. “You’d love that, huh?”

Before he could answer, she felt her phone vibrating against her pocket and took it to check.

Dr Whitethorn: Aelin

Dr Whitethorn: 911

Dr Whitethorn: Anne Jausten is acting out

And by that, he meant there was something wrong with his new digital slide scanner.

“Gotta go.” She gave Dr. Moonbeam a quick salute. “Good luck with the pregnant ladies.”

Aelin rushed to the Pathology lab, which was pretty much the standard. There was always someone running or yelling in these halls. As busy as she was today, she always made room so assisting Dr. Whitethorn was always on her top priorities. He was the one who got her this job, after all.

After Aelin accidentally met Imogen’s father while drunk after a college party, he disregarded her for years. She was convinced he hated her and thought she was a bad influence, but working here slowly changed her mind. Or his, she’d never know.

One night, Imogen commented to Dr. Whitethorn over the phone that Aelin’s boss was too handsy.

The next day, Mistward General’s HR called her offering an interview.

His shoulders dropped when she came in. “Oh, good. It’s not scanning.”

Oh boy, did her breathing just get a little faster? Aelin would not, under any circumstance, show how much the scrubs, reading glasses and frazzled gray hair combo did it for her.

She always had a thing for men in lab coats, but Dr. Whitethorn was on a whole new level.

When Aelin rushed inside the cold Pathology lab, he immediately got up to give her his chair and bring another one for himself.

She clamped her lips together after assessing what was going on, trying not to make him feel bad.

“You can laugh, you know.”

“I won’t.” Despite her words Aelin’s shoulders were quaking, a full laughter ready to burst. “But you’re too young to be this old.”

He sighed. “What did I do this time?”

Aelin tilted her head, biting her lip. “You forgot to adjust a few scan settings. It won’t start until you do.”

He groaned, resting his face on his hands. This time, she let out the tiniest giggle.

Dr. Whitethorn was so excited when he got his new, more modern equipment. Until he had to learn how to work with them, that is. Watching him get used to those was like watching elder millennials in the genesis of TikTok.

Resilient as he was, he got his chin up, squared his shoulders, and tapped the few buttons he missed out in the first place.

“Well, thanks for that. And sorry I wasted your time.”

Aelin waved him off and rested her head on a fist, not caring about the few strands of hair falling on her face. “Nonsense.”

He trained his eyes on the scan. “I can go on from here.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember how to use the new photo editor?”

He used his right to remain silent.

Aelin leaned back on her seat, getting comfortable with both hands behind her neck. “Then I guess I need to wait for these scans to be done.”

Dr. Whitethorn was like that. He'd listen to her talk about anything and everything, from tissue engineering to Taylor Swift tickets, then flip a switch and politely shut her off until she made her way back into his lab again. Rinse and repeat. Right now, he wasn’t too chit-chatty, but she’d crack him in no time.

Aelin stayed there, watching his Adam’s apple bob as they listened to the soothing hum of Anne Jausten, the scanner.

“Fleetfoot and I are moving in with Immie soon, but I’m sure you know that already.”

His gaze slid to hers. “I know where you’re going.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “My point is already proven, I’m just being annoying about it.”

“I’m not a gossip, I’m just a good listener.”

“Well, did you, or did you not know that already?”

He gave her a flat look. “Next time you’re looking for a boyfriend, at least get one who doesn’t forget his wallet on date night.”

“Ouch!” She clutched her chest, playing down the tightness in it. “Way to go, doc.”

“Sorry.” He grimaced. “That was insensitive of me.”

Aelin waved him off. “That breakup was overdue, anyway.”

“I think so, too.” His lab’s phone started ringing. Dr. Whitethorn got up to take it, but not before saying, “You deserve to raise your standards.”

Easier said than done. If she had a pass for every man in the world, Aelin would know exactly where to start.

People would think it was the sixteen-year age gap, but the only thing stopping her from taking a chance and trying to sit on Dr. Whitethorn's lap right now was her best friend, who happens to be his daughter. With him looking like that, Aelin wouldn't mind if he were 300 years old.

Every time she saw a legion of girls online losing their minds over some older actor who aged like fine wine, she felt a little relieved they didn’t know Dr. Whitethorn. She could appreciate the view alone.

He looked pale when the phone call ended. “It was Salvaterre. Imogen just got here in an ambulance.”

“What?” Aelin jerked upright, feeling her pulse stronger each beat. “What happened?”

”I don’t know, I-“ He pointed to the scanner. “Keep an eye on Anne. I’ll go to the ER and keep you posted.”

Aelin did as she was asked and stood there, feeling her throat get tighter as the AC’s dry gushes of air cut through her layers of clothing. She didn’t know for how long she did nothing but listen to Anne Jausten’s mechanical whirring, but she did notice she was quieter than Jane Austen, Dr. Whitethorn’s previous slide scanner. It was an obvious observation, since Anne was cutting-edge technology, but Aelin would rather think of the equipment than the fact that her best friend and soon-to-be roommate was in the emergency room right now.

Her heart almost leaped out of her throat when his text came.

Dr Whitethorn: I think you should come here.

The few minutes she sprinted there were a blur. The nurses’ carts were on her way, the elevator was too slow, there were confused people on her way. The only thing that felt fast was her pulse, thrumming blood through her tense muscles.

Aelin relaxed when she noticed Immie looked fine, despite her friend’s blotched face from crying. Dr. Whitethorn’s face was red as well, but he wasn’t crying like his daughter. He was fuming, to put it lightly. And in the hospital bed, she saw… Chaol?

“What’s going on?”

Dr. Whitethorn was the one to break the deafening silence. “We have a penile fracture here.”

No.

Aelin looked around, taking everyone in once again and processing this new information.

Her heart stopped in her chest as her senses seemed to betray her. There was no fucking way.

“YOU BROKE MY BOYFRIEND’S DICK?” Aelin’s voice boomed through the room.

Imogen’s lips wobbled. “Aelin, I’m so—“

"Sorry, yeah." She let out a bitter cackle and yanked off Chaol's blanket. His dick looked exactly like an eggplant.

"Babe," he slurred, grinning at her. He must be high on painkillers already to look clueless like that.

"You fucking slut!" She shouted and pinched Chaol's swollen penis, twisting the purple, hypersensitive skin between her fingers.

No amount of painkillers could stop the earth-shattering scream Chaol let out, loud enough to tear anyone's eardrums in half.

For the very first time, she saw Dr. Whitethorn flinch.

The curtain separating them from the rest of the ER was yanked open to reveal a very pissed Chief Salvaterre. And he caught her with a hand on the patient’s dick, in the worst way.

“Stop that right now!” He yelled and ran Chaol’s way, then pointed between Aelin and Dr. Whitethorn. “You two, out of my ER!”

The silver-haired doctor raised both hands in surrender. “What did I do?”

“I told you not to cause me any trouble.” Salvaterre pointed at Aelin. “Trouble.”

“But she needed to know!”

“Not to assault my patient!” He was looking at them with raging, bulging eyes. “You��re leaving this hospital right now, and when you come back tomorrow, you’re going to forget about Mr. Westfall’s penis and act normal like you always have. Are we understood?”

Dr. Whitethorn sighed and nodded. Aelin had her chin up, but didn’t argue.

Imogen turned to Aelin, but kept her gaze lowered. "I’m so sorry, Ace."

She wanted to yank those chestnut curls until the crack in Imogen’s voice became a scream.

Instead, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut it. You can have his teeny weenie."

˜˜

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Whitethorn said the umpteenth time after they were kicked out of the hospital. He insisted on giving her a ride, since Aelin didn’t have a car.

“Stop saying that.”

“I’m sorry, I—“ He groaned. “I know I shouldn’t, but I feel responsible. Being my daughter and all.”

One corner of her mouth tugged up, but her smile had no brightness. “You really shouldn’t.”

They were in front of her apartment complex, where Dr. Whitethorn stayed the last twenty minutes waiting for her to pack up. She’d have to iron her clothes all over again, but the careless packing was better than spending more time at Chaol’s cursed home.

To be fair, she was mad at Chaol, but she wasn’t surprised he cheated on her.

But Imogen? She was the main source of the sharp pain in Aelin’s chest as she remembered how supportive she was of the breakup, and the last few Friday nights Aelin stayed alone at home because her boyfriend and her best friend were busy. Indeed, they were.

The doctor gave a pointed look to the Playstation under her arm. “What’s that?”

Aelin shrugged. “You know, if you wanna crush a man’s soul, you gotta start with his video game.”

“And his car.” Dr. Whitethorn looked up, something devious sparkling in his eyes. “Where do you keep the sugar?”

Five minutes later, they were standing next to Chaol’s car. She held the jar of sugar as he held Fleetfoot’s leash.

“So, what are we doing?”

“If we put sugar in here.” Dr. Whitethorn pointed at the fuel door, where the gasoline went. “The sugar will turn into caramel and break the car from the inside while he’s driving. The engine will melt like butter. It’s a mess to fix.”

Aelin’s eyes widened, and she felt that sparkle of joy a girl could only feel due to a good revenge. Grinning, she didn’t think twice before filling Chaol’s ugly ass car with sugar.

Dr. Whitethorn was leaning against the car, eyes sparkling as he watched her excitement. “Having fun?”

She let out an evil cackle, already picturing her ex’s face when his car stopped Mala knows where. When Fleetfoot barked, Aelin felt like her dog was telling her she’s a good girl, not the other way around.

”Alright,” Dr. Whitethorn said after they were finished. “Where am I dropping you off now?”

That question took the words out of Aelin’s mouth. She had absolutely nowhere to go.

She either said it out loud or Dr. Whitethorn read it in her face, because he asked, “What about your cousin?”

Aelin grimaced. “He’s allergic to Fleetfoot. But I could make him take some histamines until I find somewhere else.”

“None of that.” He took her bags and pulled her dog’s leash towards his car. “You can stay with me for a week or two. I don’t mind.”

“What?” Aelin asked as her heartbeat got a bit faster.

“I have a spare room for you and a lot of grass for Fleetfoot. It’s the least I can do.”

She took a step further, but eyed him up and down. If Dr. Whitethorn showed any sign that he didn’t want her there, she’d go straight to Aedion’s.

“Come on.” He nodded to his car, face open.

Well, there was no arguing with an invite like that.

˜˜

9 p.m. Aelin wanted to kill 6 p.m. Aelin for even thinking about refusing to stay here.

His spare room? Comfy.

His books on medical imaging? A treasure.

His food? As mouth watering as the chef.

Aelin could stay the rest of her days here if it wouldn’t make her look like a parasite.

Fleetfoot was staying in the bedroom with her tonight, but she’d leave her outside during the day. Mala forbid her clumsy dog breaks something expensive while she’s at work.

Aelin tilted her head at the mirror, examining her own image. It was a sight, the way Aelin looked with that tiny nightgown of lacy and silk.

Too bad Chaol liked his video game better. And traitorous brunettes, apparently.

Tonight wasn’t about him, though. Neither would it be about the cock-breaker bitch she once called a friend.

Maybe a little, actually. There was this one thing she never did just to protect her friend’s feelings, but there was no stopping her now.

Aelin put her tinted lip balm on. The no-makeup makeup look she did looked perfect. Her hair was carefully messed up, every strand in its perfect place for an effortless look. She put her robe on for modesty reasons, of course. Too bad it was a little see-through.

Her own footsteps were the only sound in that hall, and the yellow light slipping through his office’s door guided her.

She knocked on his door once, twice.

“Come in.”

He didn’t take his eyes off his desk the whole time, leaning over his medicine books and laptop. That casual white t-shirt and tousled hair combo was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

Aelin leaned against the doorframe, letting that movement alone slip part of her robe open, showing off her curves. She tilted her head and assessed him like he was her prey.

“Hi, Dr. Whitethorn.” Her voice was a sultry caress, just enough to make him look up.

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[sugarpopss]

Better Uses for Company Time

ALRIGHT first installment of the 90's wall street chubby Aegon. I think I'm just going to do short snapshot style fics for this AU, but idk honestly we'll see. I KNOW that the next one is going to be blowing Aegon after he fills up on hors d'oeuvres at a charity event, that's already in the google doc babe.

tagging the babes I blabbed about this to @khaleesihel and who drew the LOVELY Aegon art that I stared at while writing @who-told-you-this-was-butter

Ummm Aegon is a sleazy trust fund baby, reader is fucken h o r n y, implied fem reader, slight mention of how hot I think Rhaenys is (I'm right)

You weren’t sure if Aegon actually worked at T&V Investments. 

He was certainly around a lot, grab-assing on secretaries and making tiny paper airplanes out of sticky notes and generally being a menace to productivity levels, but he didn’t seem to actually work. 

When you’d first been brought on as a receptionist, you’d been told to just ignore him. 

“He’s like furniture.” Rhaenys had said. You’d nodded, but hadn’t really internalized the information. You were a smidge busy dealing with the fact that you were being shown around  by the hottest hiring manager you’d ever met. 

But it turned out that Rhaenys had a point. Aegon had, in the time since your hiring, become something of a fixture of the building in your mind. His presence was as normal as the weird noises the fax machine made. 

This normalization did nothing to help that fact that you’d wanted desperately to ride him like a pony since your first day at the office. 

It really wasn’t your fault. Aegon was hot, in a pathetic, trust fund kind of way. Besides, you had a feeling he knew exactly how difficult it was to focus when he leaned over the reception desk, smelling of nicotine and too much cologne, and said something absolutely disgusting to you. 

Maybe that’s why you’d gotten the job in the first place; maybe he’d told the previous receptionist that he could ‘help her out of her pantyhose’ and she had straight up quit instead of entertaining Aegon's nonsense the way you did. 

Good for her. 

But you couldn’t quit. In addition to needing to pay the inflated rent of Kings Landing, you got to see Aegon in the office practically every day. It may have been distracting, when he got in your space, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You couldn’t imagine not taking the opportunity to get an eyeful of his pretty face-all soft, rounded angles and big violet eyes, just begging to be looked at, to be given attention. 

It was hard to not give him attention, sometimes. You thought you were decently subtle, at least. You didn’t outright ogle-Aegon may have been an HR disaster in waiting, but not you-just took a ‘prolonged glance’ every now and then. Very casual, very professional, and not at all indicative of how badly you wanted to fuck the guy who slapped your ass when you showed up for your interview. 

Alright, maybe you sometimes gave him a bit of attention. Maybe sometimes you made idle conversation out of his gross remarks, just so he’d keep leaning against the reception desk and you could keep stealing peeks at how the edge of the desk dug into his soft hip. 

You weren’t one to defend objectifying people, but it was completely Aegon’s fault for wearing such tight jeans all of the time. Paired with the soft looking sweaters that probably cost more than your utility bill, he just looked so good all of the time.

Maybe it was how you could make out just the faintest shadow of his collarbones when he moved, or how easily you could imagine smearing your lipstick over his blurry jawline, or just maybe it was how badly you wanted to get your hands up under that stupid angora sweater, onto where you were sure he was plush and warm and sensitive. 

All things you definitely did not spend company time thinking about, of course. 

[olderthannetfic]

I agree it's ridiculous to insist that ships will cure misogyny but it's also a little ridiculous to insist fan treatment of female characters isn't informed by misogyny esp when there's an obvious difference in the treatment of similar female & male characters (ie morally ambiguous male character is a manipulated meow meow but morally ambiguous female character is a conniving bitch, esp if she's "in the way" of the main M/M ship). Ppl are way quicker to demonized female characters

--

They are demonized quicker, yes, but the minute you try to make this about m/m, it shows your true colors.

If you dislike reading het, fine, but this pattern is not a m/m-specific thing, and the fact that you think it is means you're both an idiot and helping out the bigots.

The treatment of Ron in both H/D and H/Hr fic was exactly the same as the usual bullshit people do to female characters in badly-written m/m. It's a standard by-product of writing shippy stuff and not being skilled enough to figure out what to do with the non-shipped characters.

[suzyq31]

Patterns

Thanks for the tag @annabtg!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Iris (H/Hr, technically the first story I ever started!)

Morning had always been Hermione’s favourite time of day. 

Starlight (Jily)

Norway was colder than England.

Maybe Tomorrow (H/Hr)

Dust covered everything, everywhere in the old manor. 

Found (H/Hr. I've taken it off archive, but finishing it as a personal project, but this opening line came to me and the fic spun off from there!)

Iris had known for a long time that her mum wasn’t like other mums.

A Theory of Everything (H/Hr companion, to Maybe Tomorrow)

Noise, loud and overlapping, reached her before she stopped spinning. 

At The Beginning (Jily)

Lily followed the tray levitated in front of her, the steam from the soup wafted into her face and warmed it.

Plans (Jily)

The room was bright when Lily woke up.

Entering the Kingdom (Jily)

Sunlight kissed her skin and Lily hummed in delight.

Home (H/Hr)

The map of Edinburgh stretched three feet across the wall of Harry and Ron’s hotel room.

Opals and Mistletoe (H/Hr)

Harry dusted the soot of his dress robed and was shocked that his date wasn’t already waiting, tiny handbag packed and chiding him about not wanting to arrive late. 

Patterns:

I think mine were a little all over the place! Even going back further in my work; some are short and to the point, and some are a longer, more descriptive. Others don't give much context and others immediately set the scene. I do think as I've learned more about writing I've tried to learn how to establish POV and set the scene quick, and ideally you would try and hook readers (something I'm still trying to master, but practice makes perfect).

I did notice one pattern which is that in my Jily fics, which has been mostly shorter one shots, I'm quick to have the POV centered right away. Where as I don't always do this in my longer stories.

Tags: anyone who is interested! I think most of my Jily mutuals have been tagged, but would love to hear yours @myst867 @glitterwitch1

[dramioneasks]

In The Green Girl, D starts dating pansy even though he’s given a bracelet to H already, and later on H goes to the Yule ball with victor and D is really jealous and he has to make it up to her

Are there any other fics where D chooses to date someone else or he waits to long and H decides that enough is enough and dates someone else and he has to prove himself again?

How Hermione Granger Got Her Ring By: drcjsnider - M, 6 chapters - Hermione lifted up her ringless left hand and waved her fingers in front of him. Comprehension finally dawned on Draco’s face. You want to get engaged? he asked astounded. Bingo! A postwar fic. DMHG

Title: Who Needs Friends Author: camnz Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 47 Word Count: 94,803 Summary: Friends prove difficult as Hermione and Blaise start dating, especially his friends. Malfoy is particularly offended by Hermione’s presence on the scene.

Title:She’s Just Not Into You Author: BelleOfSummer Rating: M Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 30 Word Count: 103,233 Summary: She told him she loved him, he told her she was ugly. Eleven years later, he changed his mind; but Hermione Granger never forgets. Karma is such an awful foe.

 Impeccable Bloody Timing By: Ally147 - M, one-shot - Blaise braced his hands on the sill of the window to haul himself back to his feet, and immediately froze at the scene playing out through the window. "Oh, for f*ck's sake, Draco!". D/Hr, Post-Hogwarts AU, EWE. Written for the 2015 Do Me Veela Fest on LJ.

His Girl Granger - uselessenglishmajor - M, 3 chapters - The Dramione His Girl Friday AU nobody asked for.

The Dating Game by saritat - M, 15 Chapters - Post Hogwarts. Harry thinks Hermione needs to start dating again after breaking up with Ron almost a year ago. Harry enlists Draco’s help…but what happens when the pawns find out they’re being played?

Façade By: Hesaluti - T, 41 chapters - When Draco Malfoy’s son starts at Hogwarts and is shockingly sorted into Gryffindor, it becomes obvious that it isn’t going to be easy for his Head of House, Hermione Granger. When Scorpius is selected for a mentoring programme, Draco and Hermione have to put aside their past differences and work together to help him. Can they do it?

-Lisa

[thefreakandthehair]

hello! i've honestly been looking for this steddie fic for over 24 hrs and am about ready to start digging through my history, i read it on ao3, in it steve gets murdered by a serial killer that the police had never noticed (guy killed Tommy h. the year before) and when ppl notice steve is missing they think it's the upside down. steve's ghost is hanging around (so is vecna, forces steve to relieve/remember his death, he hadn't remembered what happened) it has a happy ending, i swear.

maybe you've read this fic? help

hmmm, I don't think I've read this one! it's not ringing any bells at least. I just tried searching the Ghost Steve Harrington tag on ao3 too and couldn't find one that fits this description there either, so if anyone knows what fic this is, feel free to reply here!

and you can also send this description in to @steddieficfind! I hope you find it, I've had this experience with other fics before and it's maddening.

[hms-harmony-discord]

Introducing the 2022 HMS Harmony Advent Fest! A holiday-themed event for Harry/Hermione writers and artists:

Every day, starting today, a new prompt will be announced. Participants need to create a short drabble/ficlet/art piece centred around the prompt. 24 days until Christmas, 24 prompts.

Where are the prompts? The prompts will be posted separately on the HMS Harmony Discord, HMS Harmony Facebook group, and r/hpharmony reddit each day.

How do I post entries to the fest? Feel free to post these drabbles/art pieces individually, or if you want to group them together, create an Adventus fic and post them as individual chapters!

All entries must be posted to this collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/2022HMSHarmonyAdventFest/

Rules

All entries must involve and centre around the H/Hr pairing.

All entries must stick to the prompt and the overall Christmas/Winter/Holiday theme.

Entries involving explicitly sexualised H/Hr before HBP are not allowed.

You are not allowed to submit or reshare a previously written drabble/art to this fest. Any entries must be written specifically for this fest.

Plagiarism or promotion of plagiarised works is not allowed.

❄️ Good luck, and happy holidays! ❄️

[mxlfoydraco]

noooo i cant believe you hate dramione like that 😭😭 whyy? not hating, genuinely curious because i like both drarry and dramione and they both have the absolute BEST top tier fics in this fandom, i dont get how you could like one but give up the other

It just feels incredibly out of character to me. 🤕 Hermione is a lot more vindictive than Harry, I can’t ever see her forgiving Draco to that degree.

Draco on the other hand is way, way too obsessed with Harry to be into Hermione over him. He was only interested in her because of her proximity to Harry. How is his fixation on Harry explained in that scenario? The only way it would make sense for me is that he was obsessed with Harry and then moved on, which, I’m not interested in that at all. Otherwise there’s a huge gap left.

Their dynamics are also different to me, H&D have the obsessive rivals, child soldiers of the opposite sides of war kind of vibe. Hr&D are not that. The reciprocity and acting as a foil aren’t there. No sectumsempra, no fiendfyre, no “I can’t be sure” in manor, no marauders map stalking, no Narcissa’s lifedebt, no rejected handshake, etc etc etc. The best connections/parts are gone.

Also, Draco is gay. Like, yes, respect to everyone’s headcanon but to me it’s impossible to read him as anything but. Especially not straight! 🤐

[thistlecatfics]

Still procrastinating writing, and so here are most of my hp playlists

Narlily Angst (1 hr 10 min) (for a WIP)

Nymphadora, Nymphet (1 hr 13 min) (Bellatrix/Tonks, student/teacher AU of the same name)

James Potter workout (1 hr 34 min) (high energy workout for a high energy guy)

Marcus Flint workout (1 hr 11 min) (lift weights so you can beat Oliver Wood who you definitely do not have a crush on) (perhaps with the fic 'rugby boys, they play 15s')

Ginny Weasley workout (2 hr) (accusations of being a quidditch fuckboi may or may not be accurate)

Bellatrix Black Lestrange (2 hr 49 min) ("Dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.") (listen in order)

unreal and all real (2 hr 38 min) (from the Remus/Regulus fic 'Till Tomorrow and Till Death')

Regulus/Severus (3 hr 20 min) ("But I like it/Because it is bitter/ And because it is my heart.")

Narcissa & Andromeda Black (1 hr 41 min) (after // rebuilding) (Blackcest or not, listener's choice)

Fleur/Tonks (2 h) (for the fic 'you will burn right now but then you won't regret it')

Ginny/Cho (1 hr 55 min) (for the fic 'Two Quaffles Pub')

clandestine queer summer love affair in the French Riviera (2 hr 3 min) (ill-advised) (Andromeda Vincta Catenis chapter 14)

Toujours Pur Bellatrix & Andromeda (4 hr 55 min) (the death eater and the blood traitor) (for the fic 'Blood Is Rare and Sweet')

Andromeda Black Tonks (9 hr) (the blood traitor) (for Andromeda Liberata series)

Tedromeda (1 hr 54 min) (for Andromeda Liberata series, listen in order)

[avidbeader]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗   

Grabbed this from @goldentruth813. It was hard to pick favorites, but I stuck to completed works and tried to grab a sampling from a couple other fandoms besides VLD to shine a light on.

The Bracelet of Mitrana (T, Sheith): During a diplomatic visit, Keith catches the attention of the leader's daughter. She uses an ancient artifact to force Keith to remain with her as her new husband. But Shiro and Team Voltron have something to say about that.

My zine piece for @mersheithzine, which has been a highlight of my time in the Voltron fandom.

Rebuilding Reality (T, Sheith): Keith is running from his problems when he gets tossed through a portal to another reality. His fight to return sets off a series of unexpected events.

My contribution to fixing the disaster that was Season 8.

Searches (T, Sheith): Shiro has disappeared. Keith isn't taking it at all well as he tries to lead Voltron.

I’m still proud of how this one turned out, taking an idea for how Season 3 could have started and putting it together.

Vendetta (T, Sherlolly): Sherlock must find out why Molly Hooper is one of a select group of people being targeted before the assassin can finish the job. Set between "The Blind Banker" and "The Great Game". Hints of future Sherlolly.

I was pretty happy with the mystery plotline I came up with for this one while I indulged in pre-relationship Sherlock and Molly.

Hold Page One! (T, background Harry/Hermione): Hermione's ban on Rita Skeeter is about to expire, and she has a plan to give the reporter a very special scoop. What kind of stories will Rita chase now? And will it backfire on Hermione? H/Hr if you squint.

This one is a favorite because I took a character that was almost universally disliked and gave her reasons to do better.

[veryace-ficrecs]

IT Outsider POV Fic Recs

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these idiosyncrasies didn't hide a thing by secxosatellite - Rated T

There's only a few things that Edward Kaspbrak's coworkers can definitively say they know about him.

One; he was good at his job. Like super damn good.

Two; that comes hand-in-hand with the fact that it seemed like he had a stick up his ass all the time.

Three; he was married. But for some reason, no one knows anything at all about his spouse.

And finally, fourth, sounding completely out of place from everything else they know about him; he likes Richie Tozier, the comedian. Dick jokes and all.

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Five (5) times Eddie's coworkers wonder about Eddie's strange obsession with Richie Tozier, that one famous stand-up comedian, and one (1) time they understand why.

Eddie Kaspbrak, Office Uncle Extraordinaire by kyaticlikestea - Rated T

Eddie has a surprising amount of muscle definition going on in the forearm region. Jamie has witnessed, on four separate occasions, someone do a double take at Eddie’s forearm. Karen from HR still bears the nickname ‘Mugbreaker’ after Eddie turned the corner near her office, coming face to face with her just as he rubbed a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, exposing the wiry flex of muscle between wrist and elbow, and Karen famously dropped a cup of coffee all over the floor. Ergo, either Eddie goes to the gym, or he’s on steroids.

Eddie is the kind of man who keeps a makeshift itemised medicine cabinet in his third desk drawer, with a padlock on the handle, the key for which he keeps in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and who administers a library style check-out system of medication whenever anyone asks for a Paracetamol.

Eddie is probably not on steroids.

Eddie's coworker finally convinces him to bring his elusive spouse to an office party. It goes about as well as you might expect, which is to say spectacularly.

Domestic Affairs by fairychangeling - Rated T

Myra Kaspbrak worked part time. She only came in on Monday, Wednesday and in the afternoon on Thursday.

That was because Myra’s husband was sick.

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Eddie and Myra's marriage and divorce as seen through the eyes of Myra's colleague.

love is the thing with wings (tweet tweet, richie) by lizifer - Rated T

no · @raisedbyparrots•  5 h

 stuck in the window seat beside a sad tall dude who has 85 elbows somehow, thank god this is a short flight

 this is interesting- he's writing a text message LOVE CONFESSION and is concentrating so hard on it that I don't think he's noticed me reading every word 👀

 Love interest is named EDDIE, and he has a WIFE #planemanloveseddie

I killed a clown. AMA! by liesmyth - Rated T

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

Playing for Keeps by LogicalBookThief - Rated T

"Before the break, we asked our contestants: who was your first love? Richie, what did you write?"

 Your mom

"Heh. That's what we get for inviting a comedian on the show," Chet snorts. "Very mature, Mr. Trashmouth. Maybe your partner can illuminate us. You guys were childhood friends, right? So fill us in, Eddie. Who was Richie's first love?"

Rolling his eyes, Eddie flips over his card.

 My mom

* * Richie and Eddie go on a game show for couples. Nobody expects them to be such a dream team. And nobody suffers as much as the host.

Eddie's Famous Husband by schrijverr - Rated G

Eddie loves his husband and all his coworkers know that, because he loves talking about Richie. He just forgot to mention that his husband is famous comedian Richie Tozier. 

Observations on the Life of Edward Kaspbrak by fourteentrout - Rated G

When he's not busy hating his job, loving his girlfriend, and trying his best not to get caught gossiping with his work friends, Advik Kavali observes his weird boss. 

That Was Interesting... by smileyhobihoya - Rated T

The next day she makes a list on her phone about what she knows about Edward Kaspbrak

1. He has a husband 2. His husband calls him ‘Spaghetti’ and ‘Eds’ 3. He almost died 4. He cusses like a sailor when talking to said husband  

Not a very long list

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Or Julie's new boss doesn't mention anything about his home life but Julie wants to get to the bottom of it

you're giving me some mean butterflies by robertmontauk - Rated T

"What’s going on in that weird old brain of yours?”

His shrug is stuttered and he avoids looking at her — Richie Tozier is many things, but a good liar is not one of them. “Me? Brain? Nah. Nothin’ up here. Ahaha.”

Bev’s eyebrows shoot up. “Did you just say ‘ahaha’ out loud? Did you get replaced by a fuckboy or a hey mamas lesbian on your way over?”

The Courtship of Edward Kaspbrak, Executive Asshole by queerxqueen - Rated T

Two weeks into her new job as Executive Assistant to the world's most anal-retentive, pent-up ball of pure fury and finance expertise known as Mr. Edward Kaspbrak, Lucy thought she was coming to grips with her boss's particular brand of crazy. Edward was in his office reaming some poor associate for “desecrating the carefully organized sanctity of his spreadsheets” the first time she encountered Richie Tozier.

When he walked up to her desk with two bursting bags of takeout, wearing a “Nobody Knows I’m Gay” t-shirt under a garish yellow short-sleeved button up with a pattern of little dinosaurs across it, and old Converse sneakers with the soles falling out from under him, Lucy almost called security.

“Why, hello, Madame Secretary,” he said. “I’m looking for Mister Eds Spagheds.” He flourished the takeout bags with a little bow. She recognized the familiar logo of Edward’s favorite Thai place, the one that was across town that she had to pay an Uber Eats guy double to venture out to, because her life was a nightmare.

pink cheeks, gold band by petalloso - Rated G

She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop. It just happens. Mr. Kaspbrak is hunched over in the corner of the hallway, speaking softly into the phone pressed to his ear. “I wish you were here, ” he says, his next words punctuated by pauses as the person at the other end speaks. “Yeah, she’s here. You asked her to come see me, didn’t you? Uh hu. I know. Okay, yeah. Okay. I love you.”

As she watches this, she wonders who the woman is, that was going to marry him, because his right ring finger glints with a gold band, and she had seen the post-its on magazines for cakes and suits and and flowers on his office desk. And sometimes during a meeting she caught him twisting the ring with his thumb. Who, she thought, made him so gooey, and happy, and made his voice sound that way, and his cheeks and nose dusted with a ruddy, pleased pink?