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deluluriddhi · 1 month

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A desi Nisimura Riki fanfic

( LIB? ) Synopsis: did you ever think that your one and only best friend would make you fall in love with him?

Pairing: Nisimura Riki × Reader

Contains: ‼️ TITLE DOESN'T RESEMBLE THE FF ‼️ , bsf to lovers, just fluff and romance.

W.C: ????

Note: A post (better a reblog) from @desi-babygirl popped up on my home feed a few days ago. It said how he did her mehendi and proposed to her later. Plus, I have been following Desiblr a lot these days 🤭 so this FF is basically all my (and all the desi girls out there) fantasies in one FF with my bais, inspired by @desi-babygirl 's last post. For the one who asked if I write For Riki, here is one for you. Enjoy!

Riddhi speaks: BOOM, I AM BACK. THIS FF SPECIALLY FOR MY LOVELY @oldersiblingcurse AND ALL THE DESI GIRLS OUT THERE AND THANK YOU SM @desi-babygirl FOR THE IDEA. LOVE YOU ALL. I thought Riki specially fitted this. Forgive me if this is not that good, I am just trying to storm through my Writer's block. Real long, ik, but read through it.

Playlist: just put on your favourite Desi girl playlist

"Huh? You will not do my mehendi?", you exclaimed sitting down next to one of your sisters' friend and the mehendi artist, on the beautifully decorated settee. "Sorry but the mehendi artist gotta leave because of her sudden emergency at her house. Can't you do it yourself? I am busy too.", your sister's friend told you.

"I hate this.", you said kicking your feet on the tiled floor. Well, what's the worse thing that can happen to you on your own sister's wedding?

"Need help, babygirl?"

The familiar voice made you look up and smile at the boy. It was none other than your own best friend, Riki!

You patted the place beside you, gesturing him to sit beside you.

"Where's the mehendi artist?", he said looking around, before flopping down next to you. "She went home...", you smiled looking at your own hands which could have been filled with beautiful design of the colour brown by now. "Then what about you?", he asked, his eyebrows furred together, filled with worries and looking straight into yours. "Yeah, I know. It's okay if I don't wear mehendi on my sister's wedding.", the sad smile reappearing on your face as you slowly rub your empty hands together.

In the blink of an eye, your hand was pulled and put on his lap, laying it flat on his thigh. "Ri-", you couldn't complete your sentence. "Look, I am not good at mehendi but I will still try my best. I just don't want you to be this upset on such a nice occasion.", he interrupted, your heart melted.

You chuckled as you saw his hands shake as he tried to copy the design on this phone's Pinterest. After a decade of minutes of him struggling with your mehendi it still came out real nice.

"Ah, done!", he sighned before cracking his neck and smiling at you. The small on your face was pure, how it lit up your eyes staring right at his heart eyes, how you dimples on both sides popped up.

"Aw, thank you, Riki!", you exclaimed in a tone filled with pure joy. "Nah, if you are happy, I am happy too.", he said, leaning back on the settee's arm.

"Hey Riki, can you bring me a glass of water?", the quenching thrist in your dry throat getting harder to hold back anymore. "Ofc!", He said as he ran to the other end of the room, then, filling the water in a paper cup. After he came back to you with the cup of water, you both realise you can't drink it because mehendi in your hand is still not dry yet. "Oh wait, lemme just...", he said while carefully bringing the cup near to your mouth; you blushed, but drank the water silently. He sat beside you after disposing the cup.

After a few minutes he noticed you were admiring his work on your hands but your hair was blocking your view which you were desperately trying to remove by shaking your head, unfortunately failing. He scooted nearer to your body moved your hair out of your face from both the sides, you deeply blushed. You never thought you would be able to spend such a day with your best friend.

After that, you both sat together and gossiped about your toxic aunts before getting called by your mother to see the rituals.

A FEW DAYS LATERRR...

His hand ruffled through your hair as he asked, "do you wanna go and buy a Jhumka?"

Your face lit up with happiness as you nodded furiously.

"this or this?" You asked showing him two beautiful silver jhumkas. "The left one?", he asked thinking hard with on hand on his chin and head tilted. "okay!", you did a small little dance behind him as he paid for your jhumka. You two happily went home with hands intertwined.

THE NEXT DAY...

"How do you propose to a girl?", Riki asked. The question came as a shock to you.

You both are now inside his car infront of a lake.

"well, just be straightforward, maybe?", you sad, trying to cover up the sadness in your voice, "whoever it is....is lucky.", you closed your eyes and leaned back in your seat.

Tapping footsteps, opening of the car door and then you got pulled by Riki outside. "Wait- ?", you tried to speak but he hushed you. You two were now a few steps away from the lake, facing each other with both of you staring into eachother's soul.

You silently watched, confused, while he pulled out both of the hands from the back, one having a bouquet of roses in it. "I love you", he said, pushing the rose bouquet towards you.

And that's when you realised how deeply in love you were with your own best friend. Both of you two's cheeks flushed and an unbreakable silence. You didn't know how to respond. It was Riki who first broke the silence. A loud laughter which made you laugh too. "Oh no, this is so awkward!", he said while wiping a tear away from his eye. "True. But...", you said, "I love you too."

He was shocked. YOU loved him back? The girl of his dreams likes him back? he was truly shocked.

He quickly picked you up from the ground, earning a grasp from you, as you wrap your legs around his waist and join both of you two's foreheads.

"I love you to the Saturn and back"

"I love you so much that I can bring Saturn's ring and put in on your ring finger"

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etfrin · 3 months

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ᴍᴀᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ — ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ♡

☆　ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: SFW | Coriolanus Snow

☆　ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: young! Coriolanus Snow x desi! fem! Reader

☆　ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Coryo and reader dance for a Holud!

☆　ᴀ/ɴ: hope y'all like this!

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“yaara raaj yeh usne hai mujh par khola

ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main

usko pasand karta hai maula

mera dil yahi bola, mera dil yahi bola”

— music ends, the sound from the speaker fading.

Coriolanus looks at you, “The ending was beautiful. What did she say?”

You replied to him, trying your best to translate the song, “My heart told me that, my heart told me that oh my friend he has opened, told me a hidden secret, that whose heart is full of love. God only loves that person.”

You tried to make him understand the song better. How it's about love, and the guy is so in love that he's mesmerized by every one of her actions, and his heart is filled with passion and love. Coriolanus nods, trying his best to understand.

“And you want you and I to dance to this in the Holud ceremony?” He asked, his doe eyes wide.

You hold his hand, your eyes turning puppy-like to convince him. “Please Coryo! All of my cousins have two left feet! And my parents already like you so they won't bombard me with questions! Please!”

“Dove, I have never danced,” he begins to state, “Especially for such an important event!”

“Come on, Coryo!” You whine, “Don't make me ask Sejanus!”

Coriolanus knew it was a tactic, it was blatantly obvious that he always tried to one-up Sejanus when it came to everything. He didn't count on the fact that you would use it to your advantage. You pull this card every time and… he gives in every single time.

He gritted his jaw and muttered, “Fine. Don't go to Plinth.”

And you smile at him, so pretty and bright, like the moon, like the sun. There's no comparison, you were both to him. His night and day. His beginning and end. His future and his past.

“Thank you, Coryo!”

Then the practice began. You rent out a dancing studio for a few days before the Holud ceremony. Your other cousins practice their choreographies. You had decided that you'd dance a duo with Coriolanus only. He liked the idea that it was the two of you in the performance. It made it feel intimate.

He tried to follow the simple steps, dancing to the beat of the six-minute-long song. But it was often that he was too fast, his step too quick, losing the coordination both of you had. The dancing style wasn't familiar to him, more similar to your culture than his. So, you couldn't even be annoyed at him, despite the obvious pout your lips formed every time he messed up again.

In the end, he wondered if Sejanus Plinth would have been a better choice. Surely, something as unnecessary as dancing is done in the districts often. The thought that Sejanus might have been a good fit for this and not him, made Coryo work twice as hard however he failed.

It wasn't for him. But you were determined so you decided that the first five minutes would be your solo and then when the part of the female comes on, he will sweep in like a prince. Take you in his arms, and waltz-like you both were royalty in love. That would work.

And it did work. You did your solo choreography perfectly and the same with Coriolanus now finally getting the hang of it all.

The day of the Holud came. You are on stage, in your white lehenga. You were a swan, dancing so beautifully that he nearly missed his cue to jump in. Muscle memory drags him on stage, his arm around your waist. The puzzle fits in place as the song continues and everyone watches.

“yaara raaj yeh usne hai mujh par khola

ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main

usko pasand karta hai maula

Mera dil yahi bola, mera dil yahi bola”

He knew the song had come near the end. Coriolanus forgot that you two weren't alone in this magical moment. That most of the elitists that were invited tonight had eyes on you both. It doesn't deter Snow from his next actions.

He leans in. You don't pull back. He catches your lips with him with the softest kiss. He enjoys the collective gasp of everyone in the crowd. He claimed you as his in front of the Capitol.

The next wedding that will be held will be yours and his.

He doesn't mind that one bit ♡

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thesexydevils · 1 year

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Mine Truly - Part Three

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only.

I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted anywhere even if you give credit. But please re-blog and comment. Thank you!

Pairing: Dark Tony Stark x Desi (Indian) OFC

Summary: Tony Stark’s interest is awakened by a new feisty and strong Intern.

Warnings: dark fic, non con, manipulation, stalking, workplace harassment, misuse of power and money, desi ofc, dark Tony Stark

Part Two

A/N: English is my fourth language, so sorry for any mistakes. My stories are mostly written for adults and have mature topics.

Mishti - Bengali, Indian origin and means Sweet or Sweet person

Mine Truly - Part Three

Mahi’s POV

The rest of the day went by without seeing or hearing again from him. I hurriedly packed my things in my purse and left the small room when my mobile rang. It was Aryan’s call. “Hey Mishti, what’s up?”

I smiled at the nickname he gave me. “Ari, I am fine. Just leaving the Stark building. Why?” “Thank God you haven’t left yet. I will be there in 5 minutes and then we can go for a few drinks.” I thought about cancelling but then changed my mind and said yes.

I walked out of the building and as soon as I was out, I felt someone watching. I turned around but there was nothing. But suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and screamed in my ear. I couldn’t help but I screamed too. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

In panic I moved my head backwards and hit the person on his nose. “What the fuck Mishti?” I stopped and looked back. “Aryan? What the hell is wrong with you.” He let go of me and moved his head back, holding his nose.

I was trying hard not to laugh. “Mishti, did you break my nose? Am I bleeding? Oh god, I can’t have a broken nose. Please no.” Okay I was laughing my ass off as he was being such a drama queen.

“Oh, nothing happened and no you are not bleeding. Ari, you should have thought twice before trying to scare me. That’s what you get when you try to be mean.” I stuck my tongue out at him and before I knew he picked me up. My hands landed on his shoulders. “Ari let me down. I swear if you let me fall I will…” “Oh come on Mishti, I would never let you fall. Have you seen my biceps?” I playfully slapped his cheek. “Okay mister strong, now let me down. I am hungry, I need food.”

He laughed because he knew food was my life.

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Tony was in his lab, working on a new device, but his mind drifted back to Mahi. The way she spoke and looked at him drove him crazy. She was always so disrespectful like he is a nobody.

He didn’t want to be mean and rough to her, but her attitude always got the worst out of him. Tony wanted to date her like a nice guy and give her beautiful gifts and lavish dinners but every time he only got rejections.

Never before in his life had anyone rejected him, and the first time he let it slide, but she did it again and again.

The rock music was blasting in the lab, and he was working without any shirt only in his black wife beater. He took a big sip of his now cold coffee when one of his Iron man suits sent him some messages.

“Jarvis, get them on the big screen.” “Yes Mr. Stark.” Said the monotone British voice.

Within seconds many pictures popped up on the screen. Some were from the morning and the others were from this evening. Tony tapped on the screen and one of the photos became large. It was the one where a guy picked Mahi up in his arms and she had her hands on his shoulder.

She was smiling so carefree and beautifully at him. It made Tony’s blood boil in jealousy. The coffee mug was smashed against the wall.

He looked at the other pictures and she was mostly smiling or looking shyly at that boy. “Who the fuck is this? Jarvis, do you have any information about this fucker?”

Tony was breathing very hard, trying to control his rage. “Yes sir! He is the same person from Ms. Sharma’s Instagram profile. He is Aryan Khanna, a 25-year-old male. Both grew up together and have been childhood friends since kindergarten. From their social media accounts and the comments on their posts it is believed that they are dating. But neither had confirmed the rumours. Sir there is a video from him on his account where Mr. Khanna was openly declaring his love for Ms. Sharma. The video was made 3 months ago at a friend’s wedding.

Tony hit the table with his fist “Bloody fucker. How dare he look at her. She is mine and I will not let her be anyone else.” Tony watched the video of him proposing to her but somehow, he was a bit glad she didn’t say yes, but she didn’t even say no to him and that irked him more.

He enlarged another photo of them. It was from this evening. Both were having dinner in an Asian restaurant. She looked happy in the pictures. Tony was pissed, he was the one who should be with her right now and should have a wonderful evening. She should be smiling at him. He should be the only man who looked at her that way. “It’s time to learn the hard way love. You will come to me on your own. I am going to make you beg.”

He caressed her picture. “Jarvis, open her family’s file.”

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Aryan walked in silence with Mahi. They were just a few metres away from her building. Mahi looked at him when she felt his eyes on her. Aryan took her hand in his and caressed her knuckles softly. Her heart was beating faster as he pulled her hand up and kissed the back of her hand.

“Mishti, you know how I feel for you, don’t you? I know you are worried that if it doesn't work out between us, our friendship will be destroyed. But I promise you no matter what your decision is I will always be your best friend, and nothing is ever going to change that.”

Mahi looked away from him. She wanted to tell him yes, but now there was the Stark problem, and she didn’t want Aryan to get into the line of fire. Mahi had a feeling that it would not end well for anyone.

“Aryan, I ... you are an amazing human being, and any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend and partner in her life. But it scares me to think of what if it doesn't work out. I can’t lose you and...and Sweetu, she looks up to you. You are her big brother, after Papa you are the only one who she really listens to. I don’t want her to lose you if it doesn’t work.”

Unknowing to her a tear rolled down her cheek. Aryan softly wiped the tear away with his thumb. “That is the reason why I love you, you always put your family before anything else. You would do everything in your power to keep your loved ones happy. That's how I know it will work, because we both will make sure that this relationship will turn out perfect.”

Mahi was conflicted about whether to tell him or not to tell him about Tony Stark and his harassments. After thinking about the pros and cons she finally decided to tell him about Stark.

Before Mahi could say anything, the door opened, and her little sister came out running and hugged Aryan tightly. “Aaaarriiii, I missed you so much. You are now too busy to visit us.”

Aryan hugged the girl back, but his eyes were still focused on Mahi. He knew she was going to tell him something important. “Come on in and meet Mom before she leaves for the hospital. Mom will be happy to see you.”

The young girl pulled him inside, but he looked back at Mahi, and she nodded her head at him.

The next day

Mahi was somehow surprised not to see or hear from Tony. She was sure he would be lurking around the corner, but there was no sign of him the whole day.

His absence made her think about his warning, the more she thought about it, the more she was sure he was planning something.

The way he behaved with her in the past days, showed her that he was not going to leave her alone. She pushed all of his thoughts out of her mind and packed her things and left the room.

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She reached her home without running into Tony. She somehow felt a bit relieved that maybe now Tony will leave her alone and find someone who wants to be with him.

She opened the door and called out for her mother, but there was no reply from her. Even her sister's room was silent. As Mahi locked the front door and walked up to the living room. Before she entered, she could hear someone softly crying.

“Ma what happened? Why are you crying?” Mahi stood in front of her crying mother. Her baby sister was clinging to their mother. She took her mother’s hand in hers. “Tell me what happened?” Her mother pulled the scared girl's arms from her.

“The hospital reported me, because they found prescription drugs in a large quantity in my locker. They believe I took it from the stock to sell it on the street. The management terminated me without notice and they will report me to the authorities.”

Mahi hugged her weeping mother tightly. “Mom, we will find a way out. Please don’t cry. I will talk to Aryan, maybe he can help us. You have to be strong, we both are with you. We know you would never do anything like that. Sweetu, stay with mom, I will talk to Aryan.”

Mahi hurriedly took her mobile out of the purse and went to her room. It was ringing but he didn’t pick my call. Tears welled up her eyes as she sat down on her bed.

After a minute or so her mobile rang. “Ari I... I need your help. My mom, she got...”

“She has a drug problem, and the hospital will press charges against her, right love?” She snapped for air like someone had thrown a bucket full of ice water on her.

“Tony ... Tony what did you do?” That bastard just chuckled at her, like it was just a funny prank.

“Really, what did I do? No, what you made me do. You forced my hand, because you had to be stubborn and now your family will pay. First your mother, poor her. She will spend a good amount of her life in jail. Then there is your sweet sister, so innocent and young. Hey if you need money, you can always send her to the red-light districts. Your sister will make good money there and with the right pimp, she will ...”

“Shut up, shut up ... just shut the fuck up, you bloody pig. I will kill you.” Mahi hissed in her mobile. Tony only laughed at her outburst.

“I know a very exclusive brothel with many elite customers. She will be in good hands, and this is only the start. Wait till I start with your friends.” “Stop, just stop, please. Tony, don't do this to my family, please I beg you. You're Iron man, you’re supposed to be a hero and a good man.” She held the mobile tighter as she sobbed.

“Mmmm, yes, I am Iron man and a world known hero and you still disrespected and rejected me, like I am a loser.”

“What do you want?” “YOU. I want you tonight in my bed. If you don’t come, then I have to ...”

“No, I will come.” “Good girl, wear something sexy for me and be here by 9. You already tested my patience and I am done playing nice. If you are late tonight, your mother will be in jail and your sister will vanish without a trace. Am I clear?” Tears were running down her cheeks, her legs wobbled as she tried to suppress her cries with her hand.

“Say it!” She flinched, it took everything in her not to scream and throw her phone across the room.

“Yes, Tony. Please, just leave my family out of this. I will do anything for them. Just don’t hurt them.”

“Good girl. I can’t wait to have you in my bed. Oh baby, it’s going to be a very special night for us. I am waiting.”

With that the line went dead.

If you like it, leave comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

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daltonfleming4 · 2 years

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welldonekhushi · 3 years

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To Love An Indian | Tony Stark x Desi!Reader

Summary: The reader is a desi woman who was appointed as an assistant by Tony Stark. How will your relationship with the billionaire genius go?

Warnings: All fluff, used Hindi language! Translations are available.

Word Count: 2,914

The special fact about you was, being an Indian was something common about when you live in a western country.

Mostly migrate to other places for finding a job, same as you. Never believed once in your life, you're going to get a job of an assistant. For a billionaire genius, and a superhero.

Everyone in your family was so happy about it, at least they have expectations that their daughter will finally make her name and earn. Maybe find someone special that you find to be perfect in your life?

Your mom and dad always worked hard for you for a better future and lifestyle. They never been so happier when they found out you were being appointed for a job in America. They felt so successful and proud for making their daughter educated enough to send her further.

Your flight was tomorrow, but the nervousness just kicks inside that how would your interview go. It was actually Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. You can't even mess up with him. But, there was one thing which bugged you about, a tingly feeling.

You remember him since the day when the world was saved from the Chitauri invasion, and everyone was celebrating about the victory of heroes. It filled throughout the Indian media, about the new superheroes, named as the Avengers, who fight the inside and outside evils. The moment Iron Man showed on the screen, you were left surprised. You kept staring at the hero saving others and making sure if they're secure.

Mostly! When he opened his mask, and revealed his face, everyone held such shocked faces, like they never knew Iron Man was basically a human inside controlling the suit.

"Lo, hum joh isse robot samaj rahe the, yeh toh insaan nikala!" Your grandmother exclaimed. (Wow, we thought he was robot, but he turned out to be a human?)

"Chodo na, dadi. Hai toh hero, na?" You replied, turning back to the television. (Leave, grandma. At least he's a hero, right?)

But, you kept looking at his face. The way he spoke, the way he actions, and everything. You were lost into the man, that suddenly you revealed your smile, your sister noticing it.

"Didi, kya hogaya?" Your sister broke your contact, making you jerk in an instant. (What's wrong, sis?)

"O-oh, k-kuch nahi. Bas me usse dekh rahi thi, baat karte hue." You stammered, looking back. (Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at him, talking.)

"Oho, pyaar me toh nahi pad gaye na?" Your sister teased, making you blush. (Oh, are you falling in love, huh?)

"Aree! Pagal toh nahi ho? Of course nahi! Hero hai, respect karti hu." (Hey! Are you crazy? Of course no! He's a hero, and I respect him.)

You did appreciate him, but this kind of respect leading to somewhere else.

It was morning, and the time for your flight. Bidding everyone a heartwarming farewell, hoping to see your family soon again.

"Beta araam se jaana. Maine tere liye bahut saari kheer banayi hai. Kha lena agar bhuk lagi toh, thik hai?" (Dear, go easy while you leave. I made lots of pudding for you, so eat it if you feel hungry, alright?)

"Haa maa, ghabrao nahi. Me araam se jaaungi. Ashirvad do bas." You kneeled down to take blessing from your mom and dad, them giving it back. (Yes, mom don't worry. I'll go easy, just give me your blessing.)

"Khush raho, beti. Kaam karna aur naam roshan karna." Your father removed his spectacles, crying tears for her daughter leaving. (Be happy, my daughter. Work hard and make your name bright.)

You hugged your dad, weeping because he wasn't ready to accept the fact you were now leaving him for a long time. After breaking the hug, you wiped his tears, giving him confidence.

Stepping in the taxi, you bid them goodbye, waving your hand and leaving for the airport.

Your new life now began, the moment you entered America. Landing, you then stayed in the hotel for the night, tired and exhausted. But, along that you wanted to remember your lines, so you quickly revise and go to sleep. In the morning, you hurriedly reach Stark Tower for the interview, since the time was running a bit fast.

Entering in the huge interior, looking at a lot of people working in. It did made your nervousness kick in again, but behaved like a strong woman, just wanting to complete the interview as a badass.

You reached the receptionist. "Excuse me, can you tell me where will Mr. Stark take the interview?"

"Oh, on the 15th floor, meeting rooms."

"Thank you." You smiled, reaching the elevator and waiting for the floor to arrive. Checking your watch, you were two minutes late, but hoping they'll just manage. Entering the room, feeling the slight cold air hitting your skin. It seemed empty, but hoped he was waiting for a while.

"Uhm, Mr. Stark?" You called out.

"Come in, Miss (L/N)." A deep, masculine voice filled through the room, knowing someone was actually in. Stepping inside, and closing the door, you seat yourself, trying to hide away your nervousness. It seemed you were slowly forgetting your lines but, being a strong woman is your passion right? Who even can—

The moment the chair turned around towards your direction, you lost it. It looks like you totally forgot the lines now.

Because Tony Stark just faced in front of you.

Did you just, blush? No, it might be embarassment. But, he too stared at you for a while. It was like an awkward staring contest, but remembering you were here for an interview, you brought yourself back.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark. Sorry for being so late." You wipe off the flick of hair on your face.

"It's okay. At least you were on time." He replied, giving a smile. Damn, it was cute.

"So, Miss (L/N). You're from, India right?" He asked, looking at your documents.

"Y-yes! I'm from India, also fully graduated from college."

"What really made you accept this assistant job?" He started asking questions.

"I just don't want to work for money, but I want to find what better I can do while I'm by myself."

"That's everyone's expectations. We should really try something new, and it's a fact of finding your true self."

"Right." You nodded.

"Alright, I have appointed you, congrats." He closed the document and gave a grin.

You widen your eyes. "What? I-I thought you were going to ask more questions..?"

"I don't ask many of them, I know you're capable for everything so, no need." He shrugged.

"W-wow.. I mean, it's way different back there.. haha. What a prick I am." You chuckled.

"You shouldn't actually be uncomfortable or nervous around me, okay? I'll always be available for your problems." He stood up from his chair, and you also too. Offering his hand for a handshake, and you happily accept it.

"Congratulations for the job, Miss (L/N)."

"Aapka bahut, bahut dhanyawad." You accidentally speak in your language, making you cover your mouth in surprise. (Thank you very much.)

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, not sure what you really meant. "Excuse me?" He tilts his head, smirking.

"I-I meant, thank you for accepting me as your assistant, Mr. Stark.. I'm sorry about that." You replied, trying not to fluster from embarassment. But, it didn't seem to make him feel weird, he was like.. more interested?

"No no, it's fine. Accidents happen, but your language is just beautiful. Just tell me whenever you're about to speak Hindi, JARVIS, my AI will help me translate it." He chuckled, and you laugh back.

"Mr. Stark you're so funny." You shook your head and continued to laugh. He sees you smile, which somehow warmed his heart. You might not notice it, but something was being created in between.

And time actually told that, when you both worked together for a long time.

"Please, call me Tony."

✧

Years while working with Stark, you really enjoyed the job. He was a sweet, generous person who will look after you, hoping nothing worse happens. It kind of made you both like good friends, later on. Everytime you looked at him, some strange feelings always attacked you. You can't even guess what it means, but maybe because you really appreciate him.

One day came, when you even noticed about his weaknesses. It made you worry when he never came upstairs to sleep, so after a lot of convincing, he accepted your plead and slept. Even it became more forward, when Tony faced nightmares, and wanted to sleep with someone by his side.

He had been lonely, and it hurts.

His tired face made you want to rub it gently, and relax him to sleep. But, it looks like, you weren't friends anymore.

The way he became more protective and caring throughout your job in his mansion. Like a boyfriend.

But, the question came, does he even love you back, that you're feeling it all?

In the morning, Tony woke up to see the side of the bed empty. Maybe you were up early and started working. He got up and rubbed his hair, went downstairs to get some coffee. While drinking, he suddenly heard someone.. singing?

It didn't seem like an English song. It was foreign.

He could even hear the feminine sound softly, coming from the othe room.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

When he slowly entered the room, you were the one singing while cleaning up the documents. Seriously, he never knew you sang so well. It literally made him feel so surprised, by seeing your other talent. He leaned on the door ledge, hearing you sing beautifully without noticing, like he was lost into it.

Everyday, whenever you used to sing this song while working, he secretly saw you and always adored your voice. It just made him fall in love.

On a particular day, he heard you sing the same song again. He stepped in the room, seeing your beautiful face and voice again.

In midway of your song, you turn around and see him on the doorway, and you gasped. "O-oh, Mr. Stark! G-good morning!"

"Good morning." He replied in his groggy, morning voice. "I never knew you sang so well. You never told me you even sing." He chuckled.

"Really..? I uhm, used to sing but, I had different plans.." You rub your hair, looking embarassed.

"But you sing so well.. I'm amazed." He smiled. "Problem is, I didn't understand because, that's a different language. God, I need to take Hindi classes from you, dang. What does it mean?"

You both laughed. "This song.. uhm actually is about, a lover, explaining his.. other lover that, he can't live without her, because they're deeply attached to each other. It's my favorite song, by the way."

"Oh really? You're into romantic songs, it seems." He raised his eyebrow and smirked, finding a seat.

"Yeah but, uhm.. because they show a lot meaning, even after I'm just a single-pringle, haha. Weird isn't it?"

He stared at you for sometime, it wasn't serious, but gentle. "It's not."

You blushed, don't know why but the tone of his voice dragged into it. Both kept staring at each, and had no idea about the surroundings.

You were the one to break through, coming back to reality. "Oh! S-sorry I just got lost.. a while back."

He got up from his chair, and went closer to your direction. Looking at each other's eyes, he found yours the most beautiful. Felt like he can swim in it. Caressing your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb, you started to panic inside, not able to notice what's happening now.

"Y/N.." He said, in a soft voice. "I.. wanted to ask about something."

You gulped, still flustered. "W-what is it?"

He realised something else, and then cleared his throat. ".. can you, teach me Hindi?"

"Huh?" You looked surprised.

"Yeah, I told a very while back, that I will once ask you to teach me Hindi. I'm very interested, can you please?" He flashed a grin. Like, there was no problem for you to teach him your language. It's good to make others know about your culture.

You gave him a nod as a reply, and he became excited. "Thank you, I'll gladly be your student, Miss Y/N."

✧

For weeks, Tony had been taking Hindi classes from you. I swear, it could have been tough for him, but he was just so interested to learn the language. All you know he was just keen so you were teaching him all that. Giving him assignments and worksheets with grammar, you helped him through everything.

"Maine khana khaya.." You said the words, and waited for him to recite back. (I ate my food.)

"Maine khana.. khaya? Did I say it right?" He replied, in a weird way because his American accent was also mixing in between.

"No no, you're going correctly! Now say it again."

"Maine khana khaya." Tony said it properly.

"Good! I'm proud of you. Damn, Tony. You're going good in this language."

"For you, I can do anything, even learning a tough language."

The moment which left you blank again. He still fixed his soft eyes with yours, clearing your throat to break the tension.

"Okay so, do you have any doubts so far?

"Well, uh. I have a doubt, many of them." He rubbed his nose.

"Ask me."

He first rubs his hands nervously, then looks back at you. "How do you say.. love in Hindi?"

"Oh, well.. pyaar." You replied, being straightforward.

"Okay.. now how do we say, you're beautiful in it?"

You felt a tingly feel in your stomach, but still continued. "Tum khoobsurat ho."

He chuckles. "Alright. Now, if I ask my final doubt.. how do I say.. I love you?"

You gasped. Did he really mean it? Clenching your pen, you became nervous.

"Tell me, my love. I want to know about it."

".. me tumse pyaar karta hu."

"Yes, that is what I wanted to hear." He skids closer to you, growing close to your face.

"Mujhe tumse pyaar hai." He said, properly in Hindi. You felt like to explode. Tony Stark.. loves you?

Suddenly, he gets up from the couch, offering his hand. You grab it and get up, till a familiar song plays in the room.

Tony grabbed your waist from one arm and your hand from the other, swifting to the movements as if they're dancing.

He started singing the song, when the verse began.

- play it now! -

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"Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji.." He sang the line so perfectly. You were just shocked and surprised. Both were dancing like a couple on stage.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

While he was singing your favorite song, you were about to burst in tears. You never believed it. The billionaire genius, actually loved you this whole time. Happily resting your head on his chest, he continued to dance while holding you close. When the song finished, he still saw the tears in your eyes.

"D-did you wanted to learn Hindi.. b-because of all this?" Your voice cracked.

"Yes, my love. Just for you. I have to tell this but.. I fell in love the moment I saw you for the first time. Your smile, laugh, voice, behavior, eyes.. and your.."

"And your.. what?"

He sighed, and then leaned to close the gap between your lips. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, like he waited for this moment.

He pulled off for air, both of your gazes neutrally looking. "I'm surprised that I fell in love with an Indian, like you. But, you're pretty, no matter what nationality you belong to. You changed my life Y/N. Trust me, the way you took care of, pampered, and worried for me.. I can never forget that. I really love you for that, my love. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.. d-do you accept me as your boyfriend?"

You started to sob, clenching his shirt tight. Maybe she wasn't happy about it. "L-look, if you don't accept, it's okay.. you deserve. Alot better than—"

"Yes, yes and a million times yes!" You said excitedly, and he sighs in relief. "Did you like.. learn the entire song?"

"Yeah, I even did take help from JARVIS for the translation, also from your teachings, never forgetting that." He winked.

"Oh god.." You laughed.

"But come on, you didn't like it? Tell me!"

"I did, Tony. And I want to thank you for it, a lot."

He gently wipes off your tears, and kisses your forehead. "Now, do you want to celebrate for our engagement?"

"Like where, Mr. Stark?" You said, flirtatiously.

He darkens his eyes, and picks you in the bridal style. "Right in our shared bedroom, sweetheart." He takes you in the room while giggling, shutting the door from inside.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark x desi!reader #desi reader #tony stark fanfiction #marvel #marvel india #marvel x reader #avengers x reader

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Desi Arnaz

What a person!

Desi is a just a great person to write about, don’t know yet where to start!

He was born in Cuba with quite a privileged background, father a Mayor, Uncle a chief of police and Grandpa own an original Rum company.

Well! He lost all that! But he was never poor! At spirit or soul, he was so rich he innovated the Hollywood industry itself.

Having lost all his family by immigration, he wanted to have a full family and here was Lucy, the love of his life with her large family around him. In his book he said he was supposed to employ Fred her brother but he couldn’t find anything that Fred would do, until someday, he found the perfect job for him, to photograph people they encounter in different counties and put the names under their photos, later when they go to that area again, Fred would whisper the names of the people he met before, and they will feel that Desi is having a personal conversation with them!

He could not stay as the kept husband with all that energy and talent, so he got his own orchestra and toured the country, which by the way what he did when he was just twenty! Leaving a mogul of the industry Xavier Cougart and forming his own Band! Without a penny in his pockets!

When life gets tough he toughens up! That is for sure. He thrived on taking risks, from forming a band to buying RKO to well ........Marrying Lucy!

I think Lucy became so spirited by their marriage she became a redhead!!

If you watched her movies before, she was so beautiful, so vengeful, so quiet, but never so redheaded !!

When he was faced with obstacles, his motto, which he learned from his exiled father; was “there is always a way!!”

Why don’t we film INFRONT of an audience?

Why can’t we use three cameras with live studio audience present?

Why can’t we get the approval of the fire and zoning departments to start shooting in-front of an audience?

Why not buy RKO when we don’t have any money?

I think that what made him so miserable and asked Lucy for a divorce, is her greed !

Yes! I am sorry to say it out flat, but she was so greedy , she wanted all the money and success and power and never looked at how miserable and stressed her husband was!

He even told her frankly he wanted out, and dissolute Desilu and just take a long rest, this was a time when his health was deteriorating and he discovered he had diverticulitis which is no laughing matter!

And she gave him a flat NO!

And that was evident as soon as they divorced, he simply quit the business quietly and came back later to do things slowly and without stress, he never wanted the money and power because he was no poor man inside, she kept searching for them all her life, until her heart burst!

He loved to be with his children and watch them grow, he took little Ricky under his wings and treated him like a son, without causing any jealously with his own children. He taught them how to raw, boat, fish, etc.

His daughter said he loved to watch sunset, nonmaterial things where he could relax and meditate!

How can you do that when you are responsible for too many shows to count and not enough hours in the day to fulfill all that work, yet he handled all beautifully and generously. Generosity was in his spirit, he gave it all, like he always do, and generosity in money where one of the employees said, no one in Desilu had ever asked for a raise because Desi always gave two to three per year to everybody!

Everybody worked with love and did his best!

He was always working, solving problems, innovating new inventions, until he had the biggest studio in Hollywood , bigger than MGM itself!

Yet, he was happier cleaning bird cages and selling tiles than he was running the biggest company in Hollywood! As he said in his own book, which was simply named (A Book)!

When his daughter was asked what she wanted to tell him now ( in Father’s Day 2020) she said; he suffered from being unappreciated by his own mother, and being called Mr.Ball; he felt he was not enough, “ you are enough, in fact you are plenty” and she started to cry!

When his son faced addiction, he took him under his roof and even got sober to help his son see him as a example, till he put him on his feet again.

When he married his second wife, he chose a woman who loved his children so much, which was reciprocated by them too, and did as he was cultured to , kept his life private! Only few photos are present of him with Edith !

He loved his country and always felt the bitterness of not being able to live in it, he supported many causes and helped his fellow Cubans without seeking any publicity or stunts, he didn’t even talk about it in his own book, yet it is remembered by all who were helped by him.

Desi declared “I love Lucy” and he always did, despite his faults or problems. But did Lucy love Desi?

It looks like she always dreamt of a Latin husband as her family declared and they both completed each other despite all the apparent differences, well people only saw the differences!

His utter helpless love to her gave her confidence even selfishness later on, the idea that she deserved more, more of what doesn’t matter, but just more, she have worked all her life for it didn’t she?

She never loved her children completely, one of her family members said that she couldn’t give a motherly love because she lacked it somehow, she provided discipline, and care but her only love and marriage was with her work!

So when Desi asked for a divorce she said in a furious way “why don’t you just die?!”

And after the divorce she kept saying that she was married to a loser and that Gary ( her second husband) was not one!

Life proved her wrong, her second husband was a loser, who caused her tremendous losses in Desilu till she sold it later!

The President of Desilu , where she was the Vice President , his favorite redhead and wife, was a loser because he could not continue to work 48 hours a day!

When you see how she treated him on the air as in the 1953 Emmy’s Awards! She snapped the trophy from his hand like he doesn’t deserve to hold it, or when they aired their conversation with the host of a star is born , she kept interrupting him, he swallowed hardly and kept a cold smile on his face, or when she kept making fun of his accent on air in the show ( what is my line?) and never cared for his uncomfortable expression!

I know she knew who Desi really is, what is his worth, but she kept pushing for more till there was no more to give!

Some insults never heal! That is the truth.

They were the perfect couple on screen “Ricky and Lucy!”

Because they never insulted one another, always respected each other, and never chose anything over their own love!

That is the difference between Fiction and reality!

On his death, Desi chose to not leave any materialistic reminder of him, he was cremated and his ashes scattered, so no material grave or urn, just his spirit and a character on screen who is kind and happy, that is how we should remember him.

RIP Desi, you did your best and you were plenty 💖 💖 💖 💖

#desi arnaz

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WHICH HUSBAND DO YOU MEAN?

January 3, 1962

Lucille Ball gave an interview to Dick Kleiner of Newspaper Enterprise Association that was printed in newspapers on or about January 2, 1962. The article is reprinted verbatim below with added footnotes in parentheses for historical perspective and photos for editorial enhancement. Quotes by Lucille Ball are in bold italics.

Richard Arthur Kleiner (1921-2002) was an American columnist whose question-and-answer column "Ask Dick Kleiner" appeared in hundreds of newspapers across the country. Kleiner wrote about Broadway for fifteen years, then switched to covering Hollywood in 1964. He was syndicated by Newspaper Enterprise Association, interviewing thousands of stars.

Lucille Ball's blush clashed frightfully with her orange and lavender stretch slacks.

But it was hard for her to keep from blushing after her remark, which is known, technically, as a "boo-boo."

The question had been, "Do you plan to do any work with your husband?"

Lucy sailed right into her answer. "I don't think so," she said. "You see, nowadays he's more interested in producing and directing and isn't acting as much as he---"

Then she stopped and there was a slightly sick look on her beautiful face.

"Did you mean Desi or Gary?" she asked.

"Gary."

"Oh."

The blush started. "I was sure you meant Desi."

* * * * *

The blush spread. It clashed with her coral lipstick, too. But she recovered beautifully. In fact, she burst out into that wild, ringing laugh which her fans know so well.

"You know," she said, "these things have been happening to me. Three days after Gary and I were married, l was in the elevator here in the apartment. And the operator said. ‘How is Mrs. Morton today?' I said, 'Well, you know I don't get to meet many people in the building.' And then realized he meant me. So I said, 'Oh, I'm fine, thank you’. He gave me the oddest look.” (1)

* * * * *

The blush began to recede. The tall redhead seemed to be part of the interior decoration of her apartment. She was the splash of color the room needed; her walls, carpet, furniture, are all in shades of pale green, and against that wan background her color and costume stood out like a well thumb.

She was eating a bowl of prunes. "I'm on a diet, just grapefruit, prunes, meat and coffee; it makes me tired, but I feel great."

And she was full of plans for her future. She ticked off the movies and TV specials she wants to do, starting with "The Good Years" on CBS-TV January 12. (2)

"I've had so many offers," she said. "I can do almost anything I want to do and that s a nice feeling. Any TV series or spectacular I want to do. But I don't think I'll do a TV series again. It s too much work.” (3)

She says she likes to keep busy, because she's the kind who just can't sit around on her pale green furniture and wither.

"I don't have any plans or desire to retire," she says: "I'm going to die when I'm 69 of a cerebral hemorrhage and I'll be working right up to then." (4)

One thing she doesn’t want to do is go outside her own field. She’s had several chances to try straight dramatic parts, but she's turned them all down.

* * * * *

"I have no desire to do a dramatic part." she says. "That would spoil the magic, and I don't want, to do that." (5)

By "spoiling the magic," she meant that she has a place in the hearts of the public with her comedy. It's a place she richly deserves and has long wanted to occupy.

"Even as a kid," she says. "I liked to be funny. At the time, I thought it was because I liked to be funny. But now, after reading all these autobiographies of show people, I realize it was because I was insecure and wanted to be liked. So I tried to make people laugh. It's amazing what a great psychologist I was as a kid."

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FOOTNOTES

(1) It is apparent that Lucille Ball is giving this interview in her New York City apartment. She resided at the Imperial House, located at 150 East 69th Street.

(2) “The Good Years” was an adaptation of the book of the same name by Walter Lord about the first two decades of the 20th century. Ball co-starred with Henry Fonda. Billed as her return to network television, it aired on January 12, 1962.

(3) As history knows, Ball was soon convinced to return to series television just a few months after this interview was published. The show would be titled “The Lucy Show” and aired until 1968. Although the workload never lessened, Ball immediately followed up with “Here’s Lucy.” Undaunted, in 1986, she made a third and final attempt at a sitcom titled “Life With Lucy,” which only ran for three months.

(4) After her exhaustion while on Broadway doing Wildcat, Lucille Ball was keenly aware that her health was precarious. At the age of 50 in 1962, Ball here predicts her death at age 69, just 19 years later (1981). In fact, she lived until 1989, dying at age 77. The cause of Ball’s death was listed as a ruptured abdominal aorta. A cerebral hemorrhage is most often associated with strokes.

(5) Lucille Ball was dubbed the Queen of Comedy, but she did tackle dramatic roles occasionally. Her biggest success in a drama was The Big Street (1942). Despite her eloquent reasoning here, she succumbed to the allure of stretching her talents by acting in the dramatic telefilm Stone Pillow in 1985. Once again, Lucille Ball’s health was pressed to the limit by the rigorous location shooting. Ball should have stuck by her initial instincts. The critics were unkind, expecting the same comic Lucy they had grown used to from 30 years of television.

#Lucille Ball #1962 #The Lucy Show #Stone Pillow #Dick Kleiner #TV #The Good Years #Desi Arnaz #Gary Morton #Newspaper

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we-all-have-magic-inside-us · 5 years

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Top 10 Drarry Fic Recs

When I say the Drarry-ship saved me, I don’t kid. I stumbled upon this pairing (which is now my OTP) as I was going through a particularly anxious phase of my life. These fics made me laugh, cry and generally succeeded in distracting me from falling down a terrible anxiety spiral.

I thought it’s only fair that I make a top 10 list in the hope that it may help others like me. I will forever be grateful to @capiturecs @justdrarryme @o0o-chibaken-o0o @sleepydrarry @drarryspecificrecs @dictacontrion @dragontamerdrarry and several others for their wonderful wonderful fic recs.

(I’m super new to Tumblr so please excuse any mistakes I make on here)

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats @norelationtoatticus (104k, E)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

This fic was just 104k words of utter perfection. The hilarious and emotional moments are so well balanced that you can’t help laugh and cry alternately at 3AM. Parent!Harry to insecure wonderful Teddy is just lovely to read. Draco’s cooking shenanigans and his relationship with his house-elves had me in fits. I highly recommend this.

Mental by Sara Holmes (186k, M)

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

What can I say about this fic that hasn’t already been said? This was the fic that took me down the Drarry rabbit hole and boy, am I glad that I took the ride. Harry and Draco’s evolving relationship is so well executed in this one. It’s the perfect enemies-to-lovers transition. Plus, legilimency SMUT and super supportive friends! LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS. I would recommend everything by this author; especially Number Seven.

Turn by Sara’s Girl (306k, E)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

This one is long and will hit you right in the feels. I’m a sucker for ‘being-sucked-into-an-alternate-reality’ fics and this one is right at the top of that list. Artist!Harry, Journalist!Draco and their sassy pet snake are to die for. And little Maura is just adorable goodness. This was also the fic that made me ship Ginny/Blaise. It’s so well written and beautifully executed. Go read it!

Survival is a talent by @shanastoryteller (280k so far, T)

In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

I tend to avoid WIPs but this one is truly worth the wait. If not for the adorable Drarry, read this one for the wonderful magical theory. Alchemy, necromancy, astral projections and charms theories sent my nerdy soul into a tizzy. I love a clever (bordering on genius) Draco, and this book delivers. It also has a wonderful Sirius/Remus relationship and their attempts at parenting Harry are so so cute! Nagini, Abigail and Theophania lived up to all my parseltongue dreams. Also I’m Indian, so a desi Harry sent my heart fluttering. (I know I’m gushing now but SIAT is just THAT good.)

All our secrets laid bare by @firethesound (149k, E)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

This fic is the answer to all the AurorPartners!Drarry requests. It’s so well written and the growing sexual tension is palpable. Their fights and banter are spot on and you end up rooting for those two so hard. I recommend everything by @firethesound. I have read at least 6 of their fics and loved each and every one.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by @femmequixotic (68K, E)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

Friends-with-benefits, housemates and oblivious Drarry! Need I say more? Also, I LOVED all the politics in this, including a crazy screaming Blaise. Again, I recommend everything by @femmequixotic. The writing just makes me feel so many feels!

Eclipse by Mijan (287K, T)

You're dead, Potter... I'm going to make you pay..."

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

Ahh, I don’t even know where to start with this one. Their enmity, careful hesitation, sacrifice and love had me in tears. I was so scared for them throughout their treacherous journey across the forest. This fic is super long and perfect for angst lovers. I was unable to put it down, EVEN TO SLEEP. The blood magic and clever Draco had me falling for it hard and I’m sincerely hoping there will be a sequel at some point. (Though it is old, so it’s not probable)

How I met your father by @dracogotgame (95K, M)

Harry sits his kids down and tells them a story. A very long story.

If you’re a HIMYM fan and are looking for a light Drarry fic, this one’s for you. The similarities to HIMYM were well done without being over the top while maintaining a ton of originality. The anticipation leading up to Harry and Draco’s first meeting was so good. Oh, and the ending was perfect, unlike HIMYM’s.

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by fencer_x, IDoodleForNoodles (479K, E)

[Extensive re-telling of Deathly Hallows] ‘Kill Albus Dumbledore’ is less a challenging task and more a suicide mission, so when Draco Malfoy is presented with the option to either dispatch his Headmaster or suffer an excruciating and most ignominious death of his own, along with his parents, he reaches deep into his black little Slytherin heart and manages to scrape together enough courage to go with option C instead: Spend Sixth Year secretly studying Animagecraft in the hopes he’ll turn into something sufficiently imposing even the Dark Lord himself won’t be able to keep Draco under his thumb. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

Okay, I had to include at least one Horcruxes hunt fic. AND THIS IS BY FAR THE BEST ONE. How could it not be? Dragon Animagus Draco and his mate Harry? Recipe for perfection. It’s long and it’s an amazing read. NOW GO READ IT!

A change in perspective by Roozette (121K, M)

Once there was a potions accident... Ha! Harry turns five, much to the distress of the I don't want to be a Death Eater brigade.

I love adorable de-aging fics and this one is just too cute. The storyline is a little ridiculous but read it for the relationships and the cuteness. Harry’s love for his snakes is just heart melting and Draco is at his adorablest-best. Hermione’s pet name for Harry had me crying and laughing. Hands down, the sweetest de-aging fic I’ve read and I think I could read it again and again.

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hey any good movie suggestions? -action -romcom -fantasy -comedy asking for a friend haha thanks! have a good day/night. 😊

oh boy, when i get asks like this i blank out immediately, but here ya go! Spoiler alert: it gets pretty damn long.

Romance/ Comedy/ RomCom:

1. Crazy Rich Asians:Beautifully filmed, and extremely talented cast and such a gorgeously done idea. Not to mention, Henry Golding’s back muscles

2. Yeh Jawaani Hai Dewaani (Hindi)I’m a desi and proud, so let’s go this way too. It’s so fun and bold and honestly such a change of pace from other Hindi movies. I’d die for Deepika Padukone and Kalki Koechlin

3. 2 Weeks NoticeI don’t think anyone really realised the sudden influx of Hugh Grant content on my account, but people who know me know i’m an absolute slut for his wit and charm. This is one of his funniest, without a doubt.

4. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (Hindi)I’m not sure whether this goes under romance or comedy, but it’s one of my favourites anyway. Beautiful locations, their chemistry is amazing and great sub plots.

5. To All The Boys I’ve Loved BeforeLara Jean and Peter Kavinsky. I have feelings for both of them.

6. The Set-UpI honestly didn’t know what to expect while watching this, but it was so funny and I really loved it.

7. 3 Idiots (Hindi)Such an important movie for parents of kids studying in India and other countries where education is the utmost priority.

8. Bangalore Days (Malayalam)It’s probably not the best movie to exist, but it’s very close to my heart.

Fantasy:

1. Harry PotterYou can’t go wrong with an ultimate Harry Potter marathon. Even though the books are leagues above the movies, I still adore them for doing the best they can.

2. Pirates of the CaribbeanHilarious, smart, Elizabeth Swan. Need I say more?

3. The MCUAlthough watching all of them is highly recommended, some of my favourites include Iron Man 3, the Avengers, Winter Soldier, Guardians of the Galaxy, Doctor Strange, Civil War and Thor Ragnarok.

Thriller:

1. Searching (2018)One of the best damn movies out there. It’s filmed entirely through different forms of technology, no real life acting and it pulls it off so well.

2. Drishyam (Malayalam)My native place is Kerala, and they produced this actual beauty of a thriller movie. It may not be the best you’ve seen, but I loved it.

3. The Da Vinci Code It mind fucked me.

4. Inferno It’s one of the movies that followed the Da Vinci Code and it made me actually want to get into Dante and art, but it unfortunately didn’t happen. Still a good movie.

5. Hush Okayyyy, I don’t think I ever screeched so hard while watching a serial killer movie. It screwed with me horribly but it was a great idea and they pulled it off well!

6. Talwar (Hindi)Oh boy. It’s based on a real murder of a young girl in Noida, and it explores all the different murder suspects and things that went wrong in the investigation.

7. Pink (Hindi)Powerful, and stellar performances by everyone on the cast. A serious must watch, especially with the movements that have started.

8. Kahaani (Hindi)Bro this was crazy and I’m sure all my Indian friends can vouch for this.

Animation:

1. Into the Spider-Verse.Watch it. Watch it. WATCH IT. IT’S UNBELIEVABLY GOOD. SO. FUCKING. GOOD.

2. TangledThe love of my life, Flynn Rider has been ruining expectations for me for years now because he’s perfect and no one can match up to his standard. Probably my all time favourite movie.

3. CocoBeautiful animation. Amazing plot twists. Absolutely gorgeous.

4. Inside OutClosest I’ve come to actually crying in a theatre was when I watched this masterpiece.

Coming of Age/Self Realization:

1. Perks of Being a WallflowerIt dealt with trauma and depression the way it needed to be dealt with and really showed the ugly side of it.

2. The DUFFOne of the lighter movies on the list, but hilarious all the same :)

3. Dear Zindagi (Hindi)Honestly one of the last few good movies to come out of Shah Rukh Khan now. So, so honest and refreshing about mental health in India.

4. Queen (Hindi)This inspired my mother to go to Paris where we promptly got pickpocketed and spent the next few days on a budget. It’s an amazing movie, and Kangana Raunat killed it.

Biopics:

1. Bhaag Milkha Bhaag (Hindi)This part is probably biased because I haven’t watched a lot of biopics outside of Indian ones, but Bhaag Milkha Bhaag was a knock-out. Farhan Akhtar deserves everything. One of India’s finest athletes, and the journey he followed to get to the top.

2. Neerja (Hindi)Goodness, there wasn’t a dry eye in the theatre by the time it was done. She was an air hostess working in the Pan Am flight that got hijacked years ago.

3. Bohemian RhapsodyUgh. Bright, fun, and then it got so dark it was crazy. Freddie would have approved of it.

4. Hidden FiguresThree women working for NASA. It was so empowering and absolutely amazing.

5. Dangal (Hindi)Ugh, so so good. It’s about three girls who were raised as boxers in India by their dad.

6. Hachi: A Dog’s TaleI felt empty after watching this.

I’m also throwing in a couple of TV show recs, in case you want something new to watch!

TV Shows:

1. The Mentalist

2. The Office

3. Brooklyn Nine-Nine

4. New Girl

5. F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

6. Jessica Jones season 1

7. Sherlock

8. How To Get Away With Murder

#ari talks #ari talks a lot apparently #How Precious #movie rec

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hiiiiii lovee!! (so sorry for the late reply again, my day yesterday turned out busier than i expected)

i hope you had a lovely valentine's day yesterday 💕💕💕💕💕

ok so im already done with uni so no longer studying, i am working though! (🤭🤭🤭 i love that you're soppy & love cliches!!!) (and just in case hehe by football i mean soccer? not american football but if you did think it was football/soccer then ignore this ;P)🤭🤭 im sure your voice is very beautifully, but i love that saying "anything that's worth doing is worth doing badly!!" also looked up on google translate what you had put in french (and yes i know google translate is not the most realible translating thing buuuut) im 🥺🥺🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰 OH ID LOVE TO GO DANCING !!!

oh iris by the goo goo dolls is such an amazing song!!!! and the description you put as why you love it 🥺🥺🥺 *giving you the biggest hug* and oh my god she used to be mine , literally love that song !!! (it's from the musical the waitress) and also another very beautiful song!!! i actually saw a small production of the waitress and may or may have not teared up in that song 🥺🥺🥺 (it's a strange feeling missing a past version of yourself, not your normal nostalgic feeling but yeah all your past selves will always be with you like you said and that's just bittersweet) and i kid you not, i also stumbled upon i know a place by muna and instantly fell in love with it (i even added it to my current faves of 2021 playlist) it's truly such a good song !!!! i love all how the songs you choose all have similar meaning/lyrics but all different in their own ways ❣ (i hope one day you can be with someone or have a place to be able to escape with/to and be able to just be you all the time with no fears) ok so i did not know we had such similar taste in music (!!!) cause i also love the otherside by cam (i listened to it constantly when it came out!!) but yes omg it's such a nostalgic album, filled with sadness but hope as well!! (also im sorry about your uni friends and you drifting apart 😔 it's always so hard losing friends) changes is such a beautiful song and harrys whistles im just 🥺🥺 and yeess like a movie sooo good!! my favorite is forgetting you, it's sooo good and sad and i just 🥺🥺 (also idk if you knew but mitch, like harrys mitch, helped write forgetting you) also big fan of till there's nothing left! NOBODY IS LISTENING IS A MASTERPIECE!! i love that album, river road + tightrope are my favorite i think (and no im not desi sorry about that🤭🤭) oh i haven't listened to sam fender before but will most definitely listen to this album!!! my god sam smith is sooo amazing !!!!! (i saw them live in 2019 and it was the best thing ever!!) and yes lay me down just !!!!!!! so freaking good 🥺🥺🥺 and lorde !!!! she's one of my favorite singers !!!! melodrama is one of my all time favorite albums and supercut one of my all time favorite songs 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 liability just tears me apart and ribs !!!!!! also another song that i love oh so much (also the lourve!!!!!) and yes hozier is an absolute legend, i haven't listened to too many of his songs but i have cherry wine, like real people do and someone new in my liked songs on spotify and i love them!!!! (ok it's official are music tastes are very similar 💓) (and of course walls, harrys albums + nialls albums are everything!!!!!!) (in the future ill tell you some of mine🥰)

so i don't think ive liked any of the anons i've sent you and nope my name does not start with the letters l-r 🤭🤭 and im sorry idk why i feel like if i told you what we've talked about you'd figure it out, maybe not but just in case i won't say but in response to my valentine's message you said you think you might know who i am has it changed? also as a recap: im a mutual, non desi, i haven't liked any of the anon posts and my name does not start with l-r!! that's all i will not say for now.

ok for me an ideal date would be one where we can spend the whole day together: maybe in the morning go out for a quick breakfast then go to a farmer's market and spend a couple hours there and then have a picnic at a park with some of the things we bought from the market and after eating lay in the sun a bit resting, close to each other of course. then when we feel rested we can go for a walk around the park and get some ice-cream (do you like ice cream) from there we can maybe do a but of shopping or even just walk around some shops seeing if we find anything we like and end the day either at a small restaurant at dinner or at one or the others home for a homemade dinner + a movie (depending on our moods) and of course cuddles & handholding a must throughout the day, with kisses of course !!!

what's YOUR ideal date? 🥰🥰

i love you!! i hope you had a very lovely wednesday (that i think maybe by the time you read this you'll be finishing with your wednesday) and remember you are very loved by many people💞💞💞

hi. HI. (you're sorry??! pls i disappeared for like 3 days. i'm so sorry :// uni had been so stressful and just. my executive dysfunction hit so bad this week. but i had a counselling session today so i'm feeling lighter today)

ok you know how this workds. i ranted. whoops?

valentine's ended up being not so good. i got overly emotional about missing my best friend who i don't talk to anymore and sent her a whole essay. only to wake up in the morning and have her reply back. happy valentine's day to you too. so i guess i know where i stand there lmao. but other than that it was just a normal day. i don't really celebrate it i guess. but it was lovely to see everyone and their mutuals sending each other funny cards heheehhe.

ahhh okayy you're working!! glad you're done with uni. i am. DYING. i need this semester to be over now. like NOW. (idk any other football except soccer. what even is american football. there is only ONE type of football. and it's black and white.)

ok i'm gonna get back to our song discussion in a minute. but i'm gonna jump to who i think you are first. okay so. i've thought you as about 5 different mutuals till now. don't even ask. i'm very indecisive. i kept getting confused cause i was trying to connect the prose to a person. and then i got even more confused. and then i thought it might've been some of my desi gc friends. so i needed to make sure they weren't lying ahahaha. and then your first message. i thought it was a completely different person then.

but you know what gave you away sweets? your music taste. i read this like 4 days ago when you sent it. and i instantly had an idea of who you were. there's only one person i know who would go crazy over cam's album the way i did. we've actually once talked about how similar our music tastes were. there was this tag game where we were asked to rec songs from our urls and when you did your rec. i remember commenting and saying that we basically had the same taste cause majority of the songs were in my liked too hehehe.

also your comment about how i post about education should've given me a hint enough. but my brain didn't put it together. oh well. also if i'm still wrong. i will riot. so i think your name starts from the letters a-f. and i think we've talked about education before. and if you're who i think you are. you're in the middle of a move or have moved. i really hope i'm right. or else this is gonna be very very VERY embarrassing.

now moving back to music. omgg yess cam's album that's why i love it. that it's nostalgic but it's filled with hope. omgomg. i was just discussing this with another friend. they were talking about how her album doesn't have that bitterness that longing to go back to what she once had. and i was like EXACTLY. like that's the whole point. because there's thousands of songs and albums filled with that need, with that desperation with that longing. but what's different about hers is the acceptance of it all and the HOPE. yes she thinks about the past. but she also leaves the past exactly where it is. it's essentially a moving on album. it's like a goodbye. where you're not latching onto the past anymore but you're remembering it fondly, sadly but also accepting that it's gone. ughh so good. i still listen to it on repeat some days. but omg i did not know that about mitch helping write on forgetting you. it's so goodd ughhh. AND YES SAME. very big fan of till there's nothing left. makes me feel proper dramatic when i'm lip syncing to it while i study ahahaha.

okay we literally have the same music taste please. ALSO OMG YOU SAW SAM SMITH LIVE?!??!! luckyy youu. i'm still waiting for covid to go away so i can finally go to my first concert ahahaa. it's like i was so so excited to finally be able to save up and be at the age to go by myself and everything just shut down.

ok so. my ideal date. it's very similar to yours and idk what to think about that ahahha. ok so. it would depend on what kind of day i'm having. i tend to have days where i hate the outdoors cause the noises and the people and just everything gives me sensory overload and a massive headache. but if i'm feeling energized and up for it then we have a different story.

so yes i'd prolly go with a picnic too. but it would be like a brunch sort of thing. where we just kinda grab sandwiches and a bunch of other fruits and junk food and pink champagne. i have this thing for pink champagne at picnics haha. it's pretty and yummy :) it's fun cause i get really loud. like even louder than usual. i'm a blast!! (omg this one time. me and my friends were on a picnic and we nearly killed somebody with a champagne cork. like it flew right past their head. it was the funniest thing. also it was our second bottle. and we had WAP playing from a speaker at full volume. lesson of the day. do not day drink on picnic grounds hehehe) and yes laying in the sun please. we'd have music playing because if you go with me. i travel almost everywhere with a bluetooth speaker. so it would be a mini-party. trust me. and just for the fun of it. i'd bring along some card games. prolly UNO. and yes we can get ice cream. am i basic if i say my favorite is plain chocolate. (i'm not very adventurous with flavours of things i enjoy lmao) ALSO YES COOKING TOGETHER would be my indoors plan!! ohmygod. we'd have such a blast. music playing. BAKING!!! we have to bake. cookies. prolly a small cake. prolly have something light for lunch. and do a nice full meal for dinner. i do enjoy cooking. it can be very cathartic.

so i feel like i was all over the place explaining that. but i think my ideal date would be spending time together while music plays in the background. i like doing things. i love talking. museum dates would be fun too. and ideal date would just be coming back home and falling into bed and getting that tired feeling but also still being so so awake. because you don't wanna close your eyes but also you're tired cause you had such a blast. and ideal date would be feeling THAT at the end of the day regardless of what we did.

i hope you've had a lovely few days yourself my love <33 i apologize for making you wait. and i hope you wake up and have a wonderful day tmr! mwa mwa i love youuu <3333

#finally got to answering thisss #ok now imma go work on my presentation slides ahahah #i hope i wasn't too all over the place #ty for thiss tho #ily <33

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