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Let's talk sugar by asterismal (asterisms) for wynnebat
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
25 Aug 2019
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In which Harry Potter may or may not be a sugar baby (jk he totally is)
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1. “Could you deliver this to Robards for me?” he asks, one hand reaching up to tug at his disheveled hair. At Harry’s confused look, he explains, “The man has been dodging me all week, but he won’t be expecting you.”
“Of course,” Harry says with a grin.
“Thank you, darling.” If they were alone, Tom might press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a lifesaver.”
Looking far less stressed now that this is taken care of, Tom spares them one last grin before he sweeps away to address whatever other pressing matters are holding his attention.
2. “What? No!” Harry protests. He steals the new, half-empty bottle from Sirius’s hand. The man clearly doesn’t need any more. “I don’t even need a sugar daddy. In case you’ve forgotten, my parents left me a pretty sizable inheritance. If I want nice things, I can buy them myself.”
“Okay, but do you?” Sirius asks.
Harry pouts, takes a drink for himself. “...Shut up.”
The next two weeks are spent dodging Hermione’s attempts to drag him into the dating scene. She even tries to rope Ron into her efforts, an attempt that lasts just long enough for him to tell both Harry and Hermione with absolute certainty that he doesn’t actually want to know what’s going on, thank you very much, so if they could please stop talking to him about how the Minister is behaving inappropriately with his friend, that’d be great.
It’s a refreshing change from all the other meddlers in his life.
3. The next time he finds himself in Tom’s bed, he can’t stop thinking about it. “Hey, Tom?”
He pokes at Tom’s shoulder until the other man rolls over to lie on top of him, squashing him into the mattress. “What?” he says, half-asleep.
“Am I your sugar baby?”
Tom lets out a long suffering sigh. “Do you want to be?” he asks, and he only sounds a little bit annoyed at being woken up for this.
“Um.” Harry blushes. Now that he stops to think about it, it actually sounds pretty nice, in an exciting sort of way. “Kinda?”
“Then, sure,” Tom says shortly, partially muffled as he presses his face into Harry’s hair, “You’re my sugar baby. Any other questions?”
“Nope.” Harry cards his fingers through Tom’s hair. He feels like laughing, but he settles for a wide grin. “Go back to sleep.”
“Gladly.”
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“You don’t work here,” he says, dragging his eyes up and down Harry’s body in a slow once-over. “I’d remember you.” Harry shuffles his feet and, for some reason, the movement makes the man smirk. Harry’s cheeks flame. Fuck this guy.
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!This comment: 'OMG YES I AM HERE FOR TOM "I COULD BE A FAR BETTER SUGAR DADDY PICK ME" RIDDLE.'
1. “I’ll just be in and out,” Harry says quietly. “I won’t cause any problems, alright?”“I’m sure you won’t,” the man mutters[. . .]his eyes snap back into sharp focus and he holds out his arm, a bizarre offering. “I’ll accompany you. I was heading that way myself.”
2. “Goodnight, Mr Black,” Tom sniffs.[. . .]Sirius couples the words with a mocking salute, and Harry elbows him in the side. Harry doesn’t want the idiot to get himself fired on his watch.
A muscle in Tom’s jaw tics, the only indication of his bad temper, but for whatever reason his whole face changes when his gaze slides to Harry. His eyes soften and his lips twist into a smile.
“Enchanted to meet you,” he says, and even inclines his head in some ridiculous bow. “Until next time, Harry.”
3. Sirius relaxes. “He is,” he agrees, eager to jump on any Riddle-bashing opportunity.
4. Harry grits his teeth and narrows his eyes. “Why are you buying Christmas decorations if you don’t celebrate Christmas?” He asks. “Did you just come to bully me for being silly and sentimental?”Tom laughs, and it’s such an unexpected reaction that a sliver of pride lodges itself in Harry’s chest. He does his best to ignore it.
“Not exactly,” he says. And then, bizarrely, “Mr Black is forty one[. . .]How old are you?”
5. “I know you can,” Tom says, and rounds on Harry with a stare that is frightening in its intensity. He looks ravenous. “But you shouldn’t have to. In fact, I’d like it if you let me do something for you.”Harry stares. His cheeks are flushed warm, eyes wide. He’s sure he looks like an idiot, standing there with his mouth open, so turned on he can barely think straight. Tom, for one, looks thrilled at Harry’s reaction. He brings his free hand up to Harry’s face and strokes his cheek with his knuckles, tucks his hair behind his ear and legs his hand linger for far longer than necessary. Much to his shame, Harry’s eyes flutter closed.
6. “I don’t. Christmas isn’t the only special thing, you know.” He[. . .]has the audacity to boop Harry’s nose as he pulls away. Harry would snap at him if it hadn’t been so fucking cute.“I’ll see you soon, Harry,” Tom says like a promise. He leans down, kisses Harry’s cheek, and then leaves.
7. Harry grabs the nearest pillow and hugs it to his chest, buries his face in it and smiles like an idiot[. . .]it reminded Tom of… him? Is he actually flirting with Harry? It had certainly seemed that way in the store, in a weird, stilted way, but seeing tangible proof of the man’s affections is another thing entirely.Then Harry’s smile dims[. . .]Does Tom think he can buy Harry?[. . .]
Riddle is rich, Harry tells himself, and he probably throws money away like this all the time. Harry isn’t special, even though that note had seemed overwhelmingly personal. Maybe this is all a ploy to get dirt on Sirius, get a reason to fire him. That’s way more likely than Tom actually being interested in someone like Harry.
8. Before, Harry had some room to kid himself. A necklace isn’t necessarily a romantic gesture, and Harry had clung to a thin layer of denial. This, however, is undeniably, undoubtedly romantic, and he has no idea what to do[. . .]How could Tom ever be satisfied with Harry? He’ll never live up to the man’s ridiculous expectations, and if Tom only wants him around for an easy lay then that won’t work out either[. . .]He’ll eat the cake - because the thought of good food going to waste still makes his chest clench uncomfortably - and as much as he doesn’t want to, he’ll lie to Sirius about where it came from.
9. “Why are you doing this?” Harry demands. “[. . .]Because I don’t owe you anything, alright? I didn’t ask for any of this.”“I know you didn’t,” Tom says quietly. “You don’t have to. I’m not hoping to achieve anything, other than your happiness.”
He sounds so painfully sincere that Harry’s chest aches. He can’t be serious. He just can’t be - it makes no sense, when they hardly know each other, and the little knowledge Tom does have can hardly be endearing. Harry would be best to cut his losses while he still has the strength to.
10. “You don’t like them.”[. . .]It’s as though Tom has already decided the gifts were incorrect, and is thinking of ways to improve them. If Harry doesn’t put a stop to this then it’ll only get worse, and Tom will send more and more things in an attempt to find ‘the perfect gift’[. . .]
Besides, it seems cruel to let him think he got it wrong, when in reality Harry has treasured each new present[. . .]
11. “Just this once,” Tom says through gritted teeth. “Just this once I’ll let you get away with that, but after this I want to take my time with you. Spread you out and take you slowly. We’re never going to rush through this again, understand?” -
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This is a series of short pieces exploring various ideas about Harry traveling back in time to Tom Riddle’s schooldays. Some are gen, some slash, and some have more warnings than others. I’ll be posting one a day between the summer solstice and the first of August.
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5) Abraxas Malfoy couldn’t believe he was having to spell this out. Tom Riddle was usually quick to see and take advantage of any admiration, fondness, or even jealousy that someone felt towards him. It was one reason he was so terrifyingly brilliant. But with Harry Potter, this new student who had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of sixth year? Tom seemed oblivious.
Tom squinted at Abraxas. “What?” he said very slowly.
Abraxas sighed and leaned against the wall of the dungeon corridor they’d been traversing, grateful for the chance to rest his limbs. Tom’s half-powered curses were still painful. “Yes. Potter avoids your company, he turns red whenever he sees you, he shouted Orion down just because he was talking about you the other day, and there’s the fact that he’s a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin. He could hardly admit he prefers you to his Housemates, could he? So the repressed feelings spill out when he sees you at meals or in classes.”
“Do you think so? What are the other signs?”
Abraxas would have liked to put a hand over his eyes, but this was hopefully the only time he would ever have to explain something like this to Tom, so he forged ahead regardless. “He mutters Riddle under his breath in a very passionate way. If he’s not turning red over you, he’s turning pale. He’s always sneaking looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. He looked absolutely shocked when Druella told him that lots of people wanted to date you; he probably hoped he had a chance. And he tripped over himself when you laughed.”
“I—hadn’t noticed.”
Abraxas thought he might understand why, now. Tom had described Potter as a threat, even though Abraxas didn’t see how a Gryffindor who had been lucky to get a place in a magical school when he seemed to never have attended one could be a threat. But Tom might have been looking for deep and subtle signs of hostility that would have kept him from seeing the obvious signs of love.
“Thank you, my friend.” Tom nodded, his face relaxing. “I’ll have to change my strategy towards Potter now that I know how he truly feels. At least I’ve wasted no more than a week.” He gave Abraxas a smile that might have made him lose his own head had he not known what lurked underneath it. “You will be rewarded appropriately.”
Off Tom sauntered, and Abraxas sighed a little as he trailed behind. Hopefully, the terrible clumsiness and attempts at concealing his crush from Potter would stop soon, now that Tom was aware of their true cause.
13) "You're just going to throw them away?"
Harry didn't look up as he tossed the flowers that had been on his bedside table through the window of Gryffindor Tower. He'd already tried to Vanish them, but they wouldn't Vanish. "Yeah."
"But..." Septimus Weasley stared at him with wide blue eyes, and it still sometimes hit Harry like a punch to the face, how much like Ron he looked. "They were a dozen blood-red roses."
"Yeah."
"With a card that had a big black heart on it," Elliot Travers said, propping himself up on one elbow to watch Harry with that unnerving grin he had.
"Yeah."
"And the card said 'I want to be as close as your next breath,'" Julian Overton said. “In Riddle’s handwriting.”
His three roommates exchanged glances. Harry grimaced and squeezed the side of his hand where one of the thorns had caught and stung him.
"You know, Potter, you might have a good idea there," Septimus said thoughtfully.
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Of the Northmost Winds and Skies by xxiiyu
Fandoms: Rise of the Guardians (2012), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)
25 Aug 2020
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It's the first winter after Pitch's defeat. Jack is happy, he's not alone anymore, and his memories are gradually returning. But when a treasure hunt gone wrong puts Jack and Jamie in danger, flinging them through time and space, they find themselves on an island neither of them have heard of before. Jack's first priority is to get Jamie home safe, but Berk's inhabitants - human and otherwise - are certainly not making it easy.
Knowing they will leave Berk and the Vikings behind as soon as they know how to, Jack is not going to risk the pain of growing close to any of these people (or dragons, for that matter). But Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, wearing his heart on his sleeve, doesn't seem to want to take the hint.
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1. Jack was amazing with kids. Hiccup didn’t know how or why, but no matter what those rowdy kids said or did, Jack knew how to respond. Even if there were seven kids surrounding him, all asking questions, all clamoring for his attention – maybe aside from Jamie, who was in the spotlight together with Jack – he managed to include everyone. And if one of the kids did something bad – like asking an inappropriate question or fighting with each other – Jack knew exactly what to do to distract the kids and make them laugh again.
It was some kind of miracle. Hiccup couldn’t help but stare, and so did Gustav and the twins; none of them had seen anyone able to control so many Berkian kids at once, and with such ease too.
2. Jack was smiling as well – which he did most of the time, but there was almost always a kind of elfishness about it that put Hiccup on edge. This smile, however, was kind and approving. Hiccup only saw it for a second, before Jack grinned at Jamie, ruffling his hair.
So now another thing was clear: Jack was strange, mysterious and often off-putting – but his love for children was genuine and pure. Hiccup found it hard to mistrust someone like that, even with all his other bewildering characteristics.
3. Behind the desk, leaning his head in his palm, sat North. He looked nothing like himself – almost as bad as he had at Pitch’s peak of power last Easter. Old and tired and gray, his brows furrowed in way that suggested he had a bad headache. His eyes looked puffy, suggesting… [...]
“North?” he tried, his voice weak.
North stirred but didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he ran a hand over his face, muttering something in Russian.
“North!” Jack repeated.
North jumped to his feet in alarm, his eyes flashing wildly. Then they settled on Jack, and his face went slack. “Jack?” he whispered.
Jack was a bit stunned himself, to say the least. “What—” he started, but didn’t get any further before North almost stumbled towards him. Jack expected a bone-crushing hug but was instead met by the chilling and familiar feeling of being passed through.
They both staggered back. Jack looked down on his hands, his breath catching in his throat. No—no, no, this wasn’t happening—This couldn’t be happening—
“Jack,” North said, making Jack’s eyes snap up to him again. He was holding up his hands, like he was trying to calm down a cornered animal. “Is okay, is okay – calm down.”
Easy for you to say, Jack wanted to spit, but he couldn’t find his voice. Instead, he held North’s gaze. And North held his. North could see him. At least he could see him.
“What—what’s going on?” Jack managed after about a minute of heavy breathing.
“I should ask you that,” North said, and to Jack’s horror, his voice quavered. His hands hovered in the air, like he wanted to reach out. Jack’s chest constricted painfully. “Jack, we—we thought—Where are you? What happened?”
“Is this real?” Jack asked weakly.
“Yes! It is real!” North said, happiness lighting up his face for a moment, but it faded all too quickly. He struggled with his words for a moment, before sinking to his knees to get on Jack’s eyelevel. “You and Jamie, you…you disappeared. And now, you…Jack.” His eyes flickered upwards for a moment. “You are human.”
4. “She’s real?” Jack asked. “You’ve heard of her?”
A ticking clock appeared in the sand, followed by an X, and another question mark. Jack frowned.
“She disappeared?” he asked.
Sandy nodded, his expression grim.
Jack looked down at his hands. A spirit disappearing wasn’t anything new. If not only the believers, but also the spirit’s story faded into obscurity, as would the spirit. It made another possibility slither uninvited into Jack’s mind…the reason for why he’d never heard of Berk or the Barbaric Archipelago, or why dragons were no more than a legend.
A spirit would fade for good if there were no more people to remember its story.
The Archipelago is a dangerous place, Hiccup had told him.
5. “He’s been bunking over ever since we got back,” he said. “Been actively winning my dad over the whole time. He’s probably asleep now, though.”
Jack stared at him. Then he let out a relieved laugh. He ran a hand across his face and nodded. “Of course he would,” he murmured.
Hiccup was still smiling at him when Jack dropped his hands to his lap. “Yeah, he’s…hard not to like,” he agreed. “I doubt he’s even aware how much he’s been aiding your case just by pestering dad with all his questions. I get a feeling Stoick’s missed having someone look at him with such wide, awestruck eyes when he tells stories about his adventures.”
As someone who’d been on the receiving end of that awestruck look multiple times, Jack could only sympathize. He smiled a wobbly smile.
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when you're doing all the leaving (then it's never your love lost) by tardigradeschool
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
27 Aug 2020
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Wei Wuxian barely makes a sound when Jin Zixun’s sword goes through his chest. A tiny noise is punched out of him — half gasp, half sigh. Jin Zixun, wearing that smirk that Lan Wangji has always hated, moves to pull the sword out.
This won’t do; Lan Wangji knows enough about battlefield medicine to understand the principle of keeping the weapon in the wound until a medic arrives. So he does the only thing that occurs to him in the moment, letting the momentum of flight be the force behind the swing; he cuts off Jin Zixun’s hand.
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Lan Wangji goes with Wei Wuxian to his nephew's one-month celebration instead of Wen Ning. They still don't make it to the party.
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1. Wei Wuxian’s robes are slightly nicer when they meet in Yiling -- no holes or patches -- although Lan Wangji can tell he’s wearing the same worn under robes he was before, and is immediately embarrassed to have noticed. “Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian says brightly in greeting, and shows off his gifts for the baby.
Lan Wangji, whose gift of a rare scroll will probably not be appreciated for a decade or so, if ever, is duly impressed. Wei Wuxian lets him run an appraising finger over the bracelet, clearly proud. He has good reason to be; Lan Wangji has never seen something quite like it, especially not something made in less than a month.
“It’s nothing,” Wei Wuxian says when he says as much, but he preens a little under the compliments anyway.
The journey is easy, easier than Lan Wangji was expecting. Wei Wuxian is in high spirits, and the sun is shining. Lan Wangji listens to him talk about whatever catches his fancy -- “I’ve been teaching A-Yuan to read and write, and he’s pretty brilliant at it but he has trouble with reading neat characters because he’s used to reading me and Wen Qing’s shitty handwriting, ha! He was kind of obsessed with the invitation you brought, because of course your handwriting is perfect, so I had him copy it down a couple times but of course he spilled a little ink on it so I had to take it back and he cried--” -- and feels the warm light on his face.
2. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian wheezes as they ascend, mouth bloody. There are small curls of resentful energy peeling off him, but they’re directionless and weak.
“Don’t speak,” Lan Wangji says, more harshly than he means to. He tries to look down at him without looking at the sword in his chest; it doesn’t work. He swallows down cold fear, chest aching as if he was the one who was run through. “Please,” he adds. “Save your strength. It will be okay.”
“Lying is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, the whisper barely audible over the winds whipping around them. It sounds impossibly fond. He doesn’t say anything else.
Lan Wangji cradles him close, balancing them as best he can. Wei Wuxian’s blood is hot as it seeps through both their robes, settling sticky against Lan Wangji’s skin. Hot is good, he tells himself. It means Wei Ying is still alive. He just wishes there weren’t so much of it.
3. Lan Wangji belatedly recognizes the emotion behind Wen Ning’s rising tone; he believes he has to defend Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji. And why wouldn’t he? Lan Wangji thinks, chest empty. He’d been as reactive as anyone else when Wei Wuxian appeared with Chenqing, although he’d been more concerned than angry. But Wei Wuxian had never quite understood that, had he? He’d been alone, and scared, and Lan Wangji had been yet another person endangering his ability to use the only power he had left.
“Hanguang-jun?” Wen Ning says, much more hesitantly than before, and Lan Wangji realizes he is on the verge of crying.
“I am fine,” he says, which is only sort of true, and schools his expression back to neutrality as best he can.