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SkyFire 3: Chapter 17

The Judges House: August 2018

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Before leaving London at the end of August, Aurora made an appointment with her obgyn and had a series of blood tests and ultrasounds completed to confirm whether or not she was pregnant after the first round of insemination. Once she received the results, she and Harry flew to New York ahead of the contestants and crew so that they could spend a few days with Rori’s parents and the rest of the Avengers.

As always, Aurora was overjoyed to be home and the moment she stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse, she was swept up in a bone crushing hug by Steve, as had become their tradition. He barely set her back on her feet before Tony pulled her against him in a tight hug of his own.

“Careful, you two,” she warned. “There’s precious cargo on board.”

They both pulled back from the hug for a moment in confusion, staring at her for a moment as they processed her words, and she was glad she’d thought to ask Harry to film this on his phone when she saw the way both Steve and Tony’s eyes welled with tears as her words sank in.

“Really?” Steve croaked, his voice thick with emotion.

“Really,” Aurora replied with a grin that had her cheeks aching. “I’m pregnant.”

They pulled her back towards them in a hug, although she noticed the way they squeezed her a little less this time.

“I don’t understand,” Steve mumbled in confusion, his brows pinched tightly together. “All of the specialists told us that this was going to take several rounds…”

“I guess they never took into account that super soldier serum of yours babe,” Tony replied as they all headed for the living room sofas.

“I just can’t believe it’s really happening,” Steve admitted. “We’re having a baby.”

The rest of the day was spent with neither Steve nor Tony more than a few meters from Rori at any moment, and neither of them could stop thanking her continuously as the day passed. Eventually the sun set and the rest of the Avengers started appearing in the Penthouse as dinner neared. Aurora had set herself up on a barstool at the breakfast bar so that Steve could prepare dinner without feeling too far from her.

xXx

Originally Tony had planned for he and Steve to vacation in Miami for the week while Rori would be filming in the Tower so that they would be out of the way, but with the news of the baby they decided to stay in NYC. They had accepted that with Aurora in London for the show, they would miss a great deal of the pregnancy so they were eager to make the most of her being home in New York briefly and were already planning their visits to London over the next few months. For her part, Rori took their smothering in stride as she knew that they were just excited.

They had almost a full day to dote on her after the announcement the previous evening before the film crew arrived and started setting up in the living room of the penthouse, ensuring that the wide expansive view of Central Park would be perfectly captured in the back of the shot. While all of this preparation was done, the contestants flew in from London and were sent off on a sightseeing tour of the city before they got to work early the following day.

xXx

That next morning, the contestants were filmed walking through Central Park before they exited at the Maine Monument in the shadow of Avengers Tower. They all acted surprised when Aurora was standing on the street corner to greet them, rushing forward to hug their mentor.

“So what do you think of my city, Girls?” Rori asked. The answering squeals caused her to chuckle before gesturing for them to cross the road. “Come on, let’s go.”

There was no faking the shock and awe of the young girls as they entered the lobby of the tower and then took the private elevator up to the Penthouse floor. Rori remembered well her own feelings of awe when she stepped out of the lift and into the Penthouse for the first time. It had been before the remodel after the Battle of New York, but the impact was still much the same. The camera’s captured the excitement and awe on the contestants faces as they took in the opulent room and the glass wall which provided the sweeping view of Central Park laid out beneath them. Aurora took a moment to take in the familiar locations she could see bordering the park. The Aquavella gallery, her old high school LaGuardia High, the Belvedere Castle, and off in the distance she could just catch a glimpse of the Columbia campus.

“Welcome to Manhattan, Girls,” Aurora announced, “and welcome to Avengers Tower. So far in the competition it’s all been about being on stage and performing in front of big crowds, but today I want to strip all of that back and just really get a sense of who each of you are. What I’m looking for today is your passion, your range and your control. If you can deliver that, then I know you’ll be able to take on the live shows and take it all the way to the finals.”

The girls all looked amongst themselves anxiously before following Aurora over to the couches arranged for them in the living room. Rori didn’t join them on the couch, and instead walked over to where the chairs were set aside. “Of course, picking who will be joining me in the live shows is a really big decision and one I definitely can’t make alone, so I’ve got a special guest joining us to help me judge your performances today. He’s an award winning, multi-platinum selling artist, who has performed sold out shows on almost every continent, but most importantly of all he’s the opinion in trust more than my own, Girls please give a warm welcome to my husband, Harry Styles.”

“It’s lovely to meet you all,” Harry said once the excited squeals had died down. “I’ve been exactly where you are now and I know how terrifying this moment is. Just remember that you made it this far because you have something special and that you’ve earned your place. Just sing from the heart and you’ll be ok.”

“Molly, I’d love for you to kick things off for us love,” Rori announced once she and Harry had taken their seats. “Why don’t you introduce yourself, and tell Harry a bit about yourself?”

As each girl took their turn in front of Aurora and Harry, she grew more and more uncertain about who she wanted to pick to continue in the competition. Each of the contestants had incredible voices and moving stories and Rori hated the idea of being the person to take their dream away from them. She was relieved when they finished filming the girls segments and they were ushered out of the Tower to have dinner on the upper east side.

“Harry, what am I going to do?” Rori asked once the elevator lifts slid closed. “How on earth am I going to pick who to send home?”

“I think you have to trust your gut love,” Harry replied, conscious of the camera’s still capturing every moment of their conversation. “They each have something special, but they also have a lot to learn. Which of them do you think you can teach?”

“I feel like Bella has something special about her,” Rori mused. “She’s got such an energy and I want to see where we can take that together.”

“One down, 3 to go,” Harry nodded. “Shan has an incredible voice and she’s clearly got a lot of guts to come here today and sing an original song in front of you.”

“And it was good,” Rori agreed. “So Bella and Shan are in, which only leaves 2 more spots.”

“Any ideas?”

“None,” Aurora admitted, “They are all fantastic. I have no idea what to do.”

“Why don’t we go join them for dinner and then you can sleep on it and maybe you’ll feel more sure of your choice in the morning.”

Aurora agreed with her husband's plan and they both left the tower with the camera crew in tow to join the 6 girls for dinner.

xXx

The following day Aurora walked a few blocks from the tower with one of the camera crew to accompany her as she headed off to meet with her contestants. It was a sunny day and she silently hoped that she looked as confident as she was pretending to be as she walked down 7th avenue. The 6 Girls were waiting for her on the side walk when she arrived and she happily accepted the group hug. “Ladies, welcome to one of my favourite places in New York, the famous Carnegie Hall. Let’s head inside.”

They were guided through the building and out onto the main stage, looking out over the empty rows of red velvet chairs. The contestants looked around in awe, and Aurora herself found it all a bit breathtaking. “Some of the greatest musicians in history have stood on this stage and commanded their audience. Each of you, for your own personal reasons, dreams of your moment, and while 4 of you will have the opportunity to continue on this journey with me, unfortunately 2 of you will not be joining us in the live shows.”

The 6 contestants instinctively reached for each other, all holding hands and their breath for what Aurora would say next.

“Harry and I deliberated this decision for a very long time last night and even this morning on the walk over here, I still wasn’t 100% certain I’ve made the right choice, but one thing we did decided on is that Harry’s least favourite part of being a contestant back in the day was waiting in another room as one by one each person got told their fate. So I won’t put you through all that and instead I’m just going to tell you all together. Bella and Shan… You will be joining me in the live shows.”

Bella launched herself into Shan’s arms, both girls gripping each other tightly as they celebrated.

“But of course that only leaves 2 more places on my team,” Rori pointed out as the tension continued to build. “Maria and Georgia… I’m sorry ladies, but this isn’t your year. Congratulations Scarlett and Molly.”

There were a lot of tears following her announcement and Rori was quickly pulled into hugs.

“I’m so sorry,” she told the illuminated contestants. “I’m so sorry, please don’t give up after this.”

xXx

Aurora and Harry remained in New York for a few more days and while they were still in town, the first Audition episodes began airing. Aurora was nervous for the audience response, given how a lot of people had been very vocal on Twitter when she was announced as a judge.

◊Ella: Here as always with the latest episode of ‘what you missed on twitter’

◊Aurora: God do I even want to know?

◊Ella: People think you’re funny and the directioners are loving seeing you and Lou together.

◊Aurora: What… no hate?

◊Ella: eh, there’s always gonna be some loud arseholes but they're in the minority

◊Aurora: What are they saying?

◊Ella: Nope. We’re focusing on the good comments and we’re ignoring the dickheads.

◊Aurora: That means it’s pretty bad…

◊Ella: You’re your own worst enemy. Let’s have coffee when you’re home on Thursday and I’ll give you the full run down in person yeah?

◊Aurora: Fine. I’ll settle for Thursday. Meet you at the stag at 4?

◊Ella: Make it 4:30 and I’ll see you there.

◊Aurora: Love you E.

◊Ella: Love you too, A.

xXx

After returning to London, the beginning of September was spent in vocal lessons with the contestants and continuing to film extra video packages for upcoming episodes. More of the audition episodes aired and the public started picking out favourites among the contestants. They also seemed to love the dynamic between Louis and Aurora.

The pair were having lunch together one afternoon at the studios where the show was based when Simon approached them.

“Have either of you been on Twitter lately?” he asked after sitting down at their table.

“I left Twitter years ago,” Rori answered, sparing a quick glance at Louis while they both tried to figure out what Simon wanted. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing’s wrong,” Simon replied. “Quite the opposite actually. The audience is loving you two during the auditions. So I want you to lean into your friendship and really act it up when we start the live shows.”

“We’re not acting Simon,” Louis scoffed.

“If people liked the way we interact, shouldn't we just keep being ourselves?” Rori added.

“Of course,” he backtracked. “I’m not trying to say you should fake anything and obviously you're very close. I just want you to lean into that and really let those interactions shine when you’re on camera.”

Louis rolled his eyes. “Yeah sure thing mate, will do.”

“Excellent,” Simon nodded with a smug grin. “I knew I made a great decision getting both of you on to judge.”

“Uggh,” Aurora scoffed after watching Simon stand up and walk away. “God he’s gross.”

"What a dickhead," Louis agreed.

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The Paper (Book 2 of The Rock Trilogy): Part One: Flaming Homosexual

A year after that fateful boat party that resulted in the murder of John Mulaney, Leila and Claire receive a mysterious piece of paper. It is a dark and stormy night and the two friends are running back to Claire’s house from the park to take shelter from the storm when a soggy paper airplane cuts through the rain and hits Claire in the face.

“What the fuck?” Claire pauses briefly to pick up the paper, before they run the rest of the way to her house.

Once they’re in Claire’s living room, warm and dry with a Harry Styles song on in the background, they unfold the paper and read the words. The swirling black ink is un-smudged, spelling out words in Latin:

Secundum omnes leges notae

of aviation;

non est apis modo

si fugere possit.

Alae eius nimis parvae sunt ut

adipe corpusculo de terra.

Apis utique volat

quia apes non curamus

id quod homines putant esse impossibile.

Faciam vineam!

Leila and Claire speak the words aloud as they read it, trying their best to sound out the words. As soon as they’ve finished, the paper bursts into flames and crumbles to dust in their hands.

Before they have a chance to react, Lin Manuel Miranda appears in a great beam of light in front of them. He looks furious. “What have you done? This isn’t what I wrote!” The ground begins to violently shake beneath them. “You’ve unleashed a great evil. Now you must find out who it’s possessing and get rid of it.” Within seconds Lin Manuel Miranda vanishes into thin air and the two are alone again.

“Yes king, give us nothing,” Leila says to the empty space where Lin Manuel Miranda just was.

“Okay… How the hell are we supposed to find out who’s been possessed by a great evil?” Claire mutters.

Suddenly the shaking stops and the only noise that can be heard is a ding from a cellphone. Leila grabs her phone out of her pocket to see two Twitter notifications: a tweet from TMZ of photos of Harry Styles and Tony Stark kissing outside of a gay bar and another tweet from Harry himself coming out as gay. Harry’s tweet reads: ✨Hey gutter sluts🥰💅 its queen Harry👹😈 I'm comingI'm coming💦 out as a flaming homosexual🏳️‍🌈👹🤢❤️🥰🔥🔥✨ P.S. I’m bald lol🧑🏻‍🦲🤢🫥

Claire reads Leila’s phone over her shoulder. “Okay, so I think it’s safe to say that the demon is in Harry Styles?”

Leila nods, still in shock from the Twitter threads she had seen. “Wait, I thought Tony and Harry broke up after we killed Larry, and Harry rejoined One Direction.”

“Yeah, well, apparently they’re back together now, I guess,” Claire says. “We should reach out to - wait, I don’t think we ever got Tony or Harry’s contact info…”

“We have Taylor’s number, she knew Harry pretty well. Maybe she can help us?” Leila suggests, already dialing Taylor’s number. She presses call and puts it on speaker.

Taylor answers after the third ring and says immediately, “You’re calling about Harry’s tweet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, we are. We think he’s possessed by a great evil we accidentally unleashed,” Claire explains. “Can you help us find him?”

“I don’t know much, but I can put you in contact with Louis. He and Harry have been dating this past year,” Taylor tells them.

Once Claire and Leila get the information they need, they hang up the call. Eager to find more clues, the girls dial the number Taylor gave them, but they’re immediately sent to voicemail.

“Maybe we should text him first,” says Claire.

Leila begins to type out a message to Louis: Hey girly it’s Leila and Claire, we know Harry and we think he’s possessed :( call us back XO

The phone instantly rings. Frantically, Leila picks up.

“Wot do you know, bruv?” Louis says the second they answer.

They briefly explain how they know Harry and the last places they saw him. Then they tell Louis to meet them at the gay bar from the paparazzi photos, deciding on the spot that that’s where they’re going to check first.

After a quick google search, Claire and Leila arrive at the gay bar only to discover it’s more of a house. Inside, Millie Bobby Brown is singing Eddie’s Song on karaoke. “Eddie, baby, I just saw Steve -” she sings, then pauses when she sees them enter and shouts, “Hey! Welcome to my house!”

Leila turns to Claire and is happy to see that her friend’s expression mirrors her own confusion. They find Louis cheering wildly as Millie’s song ends and they go over to him. Harry is nowhere to be seen, so the three of them decide to split up and wander the bar asking people if they’ve seen him or have any idea where he went. Someone says they’re pretty sure they saw him go outside with Tony about an hour ago, so Leila, Claire, and Louis all head outside to search the acre of forest in the backyard.

“Wait a second,” Claire notices. “This forest looks super familiar.”

Leila looks at the nature surrounding them and the memories flood back. “This is where we were magically transported back when we got our powers from Tony!”

As if on cue, they turn through a line of trees and find themselves right in front of Harry Styles and Tony Stark making out against a tree, just like they had on that very first day.

Louis storms up to the pair and slaps Harry across the face. “You bloody cocksucking wanker! You-“ Before he can finish his sentence, Harry snaps his fingers and Louis collapses to the ground, out cold.

“Damn, he didn’t even get to call you a cheating slag,” Claire comments, having read Louis’s mind.

Harry turns to look at the girls and smirks. Not knowing what to do, the girls begin to run back inside the gay bar to buy them some time. They run into a random room and quickly lock the door behind them.

“Okay so we know it’s in him, now how do we get it out of him without killing him?” Leila breathes, winded from running.

“We could do an exorcism,” Claire suggests, also out of breath.

“I mean...wait, how would we even do that?” Leila questions.

“Well, I may or may not have the exorcism they use in Supernatural memorized,” Claire admits. “I don’t know if it would actually work, though.”

“Well we don’t really have much time and it’s worth a shot so why not.”

They nod in agreement and unlock the door. Hiding in a dark corner of the room, they wait for Harry to find them. It’s not long before the door knob turns easily and Harry’s evil laughter can be heard. The floors creak slightly as Harry walks into the room and shuts the door.

Claire immediately takes a deep breath and starts reciting, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.”

Harry starts to screech inhumanly and a black smoke billows from his mouth. The smoke twists in the air before slipping through the cracked open window and disappearing. Harry crumples to the floor.

“Oh, wow.” Claire blinks in surprise. “I didn’t think that would actually work.”

“Well it worked in the sense that the evil is out of Harry…however now it could be in literally anybody,” Leila says.

“I mean, yeah, that’s how it worked in Supernatural too. They couldn’t actually kill the demons without, like, a special knife,” Claire explains.

“Well last I checked we don’t have that special knife.”

“Oh right. Shit.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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mochie85 · 2 years

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Summary: Loki becomes captivated by a mysterious woman he sees in a training program. A/N: Inspired by that one scene in 'The Matrix.' IYKYK. Also inspired by this post from @loopsisloops. As always, my ASKS and REQUESTS are open. Word Count: 2.7K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Loki stood there, daggers out and shining under the artificial sun. His eyes were trained on the Chitauri soldier in front of him. Noting any weak points. Watching for any tells about his next move. He saw just a split second before the soldier moved his weight to his back foot and started to attack. Loki anticipated and blocked his attacking arm with his left and plunged a dagger onto the soldier’s other side.

The hologram disappeared. Making Loki stand back up in attention. “Good work Rudy,” Tony said through the loudspeaker in the room. Now let’s see how easily you get distracted.”

“Distraction? Do you honestly believe I have an attention span of a gnat? Please.” Loki countered. “I would have you know that I do not lose focus so easily.”

“We’ll see. Give me a second as I load the program.”

Up in the control room, Tony and some members of the team had been watching Loki’s progress through the monitors. They were evaluating whether he’d be beneficial to have on future missions. “What do you think, Point Break?” He asked Thor.

“Make it green,” Thor suggested on the color of the dress.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just program her to look like the Tesseract,” Nat said quietly in the corner, earning a laugh from Clint and Bruce.

“Ok, I’m loading the program. Don’t throw up.” Tony said on the mic.

“How very articulate you are Stark,” Loki sneered.

The team watched as the holographic room was transformed into the bustling terminal of Grand Central Station. Loki stood inside the room, marveling at Midgard’s form of magic. He noted the people everywhere. Arriving and departing, hugging family and friends. Buskers were playing to a small, gathered audience in the middle of the busy walkway, annoying Loki as he passed by.

Loki knew that he had to pass these tests. If he was found valuable, he could very well stay here on Earth and live out his sentence in servitude to these people. As opposed to the gilded cage his father had promised him down in the dungeons. At least here, he could use his seidr. And he would have more autonomy than he would have if he had stayed on Asgard.

A sudden flash of color grabbed his attention to the left. There were so many bodies and people that he had trouble seeing the complete figure. That was until they parted to let her through.

It was as if the sun decided to shine on only her that day. Her skin was luminous like fresh caramel. Her hair had waved and flowed freely down to her waist as she walked toward him. Her ample curves were accentuated and held tight by a green satin dress. Her full pink lips smiled as she made her way in his direction.

As she passed, she kept eye contact with him, making him turn to watch her leave. The hologram turned her head back towards him slightly, her smile growing even more as a blush entered her cheeks.

Loki was captivated. He watched her stroll past him and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He knew this was a simulation. That she wasn’t real. But for a split second, a moment in time, her smile made him think otherwise. The moment she turned her head back around and kept walking, Loki turned away too.

Loki grunted when he was met by a sharp stab right into the heart. Done by none other than a hologram of himself.

Oh, the poetic justice.

“Very funny, Stark,” Loki yelled out. The world around him started to disappear. He was left in a vast white room with geometric shapes jutting from the ground and the wall to simulate real-world terrain.

“I’m glad you think so. You are right about one thing, you do have a longer attention span than a gnat, at least.” The doors of the training room opened to Loki. “Come on in, and we can discuss your evaluation.”

“Oh, I was so certain that he would not fall victim to her!” Thor said.

“Everyone falls victim to her,” Nat said still reading her magazine.

“Even you, Nat?” Steve asked. She just looked at him and gave him a half-smirk, pulling her magazine further up her face.

Later that night, after most of the compound’s occupants fell to sleep, Loki found himself in the hologram room again. He couldn’t stop thinking about the program. Is she truly artificial? Is she, perhaps, modeled after someone? Loki didn’t want to ask anybody. Especially Stark. It would make him more of an outcast in the group. And Stark would never quit his incessant teasing if he ever found out about this fixation.

“FRIDAY.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.” The incorporeal voice answered.

“Can you load the program Stark ran earlier in my distraction training?”

“Certainly.”

“Please. Do not mention this to anyone. Especially, Stark.”

“I am inclined to tell him only if you have nefarious intent, Mr. Laufeyson.” The AI said. Wonderful, even the computer doesn’t trust me.

“I mean no harm, FRIDAY. I would just like to see the program again.”

“Certainly,” FRIDAY said as the walls around Loki vanished. Shapes melting into colors and angles of Grand Central Station. As before, there was a loud crowd walking and bustling around.

Loki made his way down the grand room slowly. Watching everyone that passed by with a keen eye. The families. The buskers. The lone people walking to and fro the hectic station.

Just like the last time, out of the corner of his eye came a glint of green. Loki took a deep breath and vowed not to get distracted this time. He looked around. Anywhere and everywhere but her. He anticipated his clone coming from somewhere to stab him as soon as he would turn around. So he was looking for himself.

But there! In the corner of his eye, she walked straight toward him. Ever as radiant as the first time he saw her. Her skin glowed, showcasing the blush that radiated throughout her body. Her eyes held on to his, gleaming with excitement at seeing him again. At least, that’s how he wanted to interpret it.

She bit her voluptuous lip as she walked toward him. A smile waiting to come through. He couldn’t help but watch her again as she sauntered her way to him. Then passed him. And then away from him.

She turned her head around to keep eye contact with him. That smile finally broke through. He saw her eyes flicker to his left, just for a brief second.

He turned around and stabbed his computer counterpart before he could get to him. Then it disappeared.

Loki turned back around to see if she had gone. The hologram had just started to ascend the steps that would lead to the outside doors. He nodded his gratitude for the signal in telling him about the attack. She beamed and blushed even redder.

And just as soon as she walked into the holographic room, she easily walked out.

“FRIDAY, run that again, please,” Loki called out.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” The computer obeyed.

“Um, FRIDAY? Are these sessions being recorded?” Loki asked rationally.

“Not unless you want me to, sir.”

“No. No. That’s quite all right. And please make sure that no one…”

“I won’t tell anyone, sir.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY. I’ll trust you then.” Loki said. He couldn’t be sure, but maybe he felt the room get slightly warmer. Is FRIDAY blushing?

Loki came back most nights to run the simulation. He asked FRIDAY if there was any way to stop the attack and just keep the program running.

“Unfortunately, sir, that’s how the program was meant to run. You can’t have one without the other,” The AI informed him.

“So be it,” Loki said begrudgingly. “Can you at least make the assailant someone other than me?”

“Certainly sir, who would you rather stab today?” FRIDAY asked pragmatically.

“Hmm. Stark took the last donut with green sprinkles earlier today. I was saving that for after dinner. Perhaps him, for now.” Loki felt petty. FRIDAY was hesitant but did manage to conjure up an image of their inventor.

The bright room turned hollow and dark as the images of Grand Central Station appeared. Instead of walking around, Loki decided to sit on one of the benches and wait for her arrival.

He timed, that at exactly two minutes and forty-three seconds was when the first flash of her dress would appear. At three minutes and four seconds, she would look up and make eye contact. She would continue to keep that contact until Loki’s assailant would come in. That would be around five minutes and twenty-eight seconds.

Most days it was a Chitauri soldier, coming to attack the poor humans of New York. Sometimes it would be whoever pissed off Loki that day. But he knew that in order to see her, he had to fight off whatever was going to attack him. Hence, he fought. Night after night. Sometimes multiple times a night just to see her walk past him.

The timer on his watch read five minutes and twenty seconds. Eight more seconds to go till his attacker would come out. Loki stood from the bench where he sat and blocked her exit. She held eye contact with him. That ‘Mona Lisa’ smile was about to break through.

“FRIDAY, pause the program, please,” Loki yelled out. FRIDAY obeyed. Freezing everything in the simulated world.

She was mid-stride. Her hair flowed down her back. Her green dress looked soft and inviting. All Loki wanted to do was run his fingers down her cheek. He’s never even heard her talk.

“Is she modeled after someone, FRIDAY?” Loki asked circling her figure.

“She is modeled after <bzzt> no one, sir.” The AI answered. Loki narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“Can she speak?”

“Not in this program, Mr. Laufeyson.” Loki’s eyes widened in surprise.

“She’s in other programs?”

“She is in about a dozen other programs.”

“Which ones does she speak in?”

“None of them, sir.”

“But you just said she speaks in other programs!” Loki grew agitated.

“I said ‘not in this program,’ sir. She doesn’t speak in any program.”

“Well then load something where I can hear her voice!”

“I <bzzt> can’t do that, sir.”

“Why the hell not?”

“It’s classified.”

“But if she has a voice. Then she’s based on someone?! Who, FRIDAY?”

“She is modeled after <bzzt> no one, sir. All files regarding her identity have been redacted.” FRIDAY answered.

“All right, well why is it classified? Can you at least tell me that?” Loki asked, hopefully. The mystery was eating up at him. Who was this woman who entranced him?

“Mr. Stark wanted to keep the identity a secret. There were competing conglomerates after this technology.” FRIDAY replied regrettably. “He was afraid that they might go after her and force her to develop another training module as they did with his ARC Reactor.”

Loki growled into the air. His frustration manifested into smoke all around him. For once, Loki agreed with the pompous billionaire. He wouldn’t want your safety in jeopardy over something so trivial as a computer program. But it made him so discouraged at ever finding who you were.

The program continued on, his assailant came up behind him and as Loki turned about-face, a hologram of himself stabbed him in the heart.

Loki groaned in disappointment and sighed. When am I ever going to stop sabotaging myself? He left the room not bothering to look back at her lonely figure, standing by the bench. Reaching out to him.

Loki hadn’t gone back to run the program in weeks. He accepted the fact that he was never going to find out who she was. He would have to scour the entire planet! You could be anywhere by now. He was resigned to just keeping her as a daydream that lives in his head. She’s not real. She couldn’t be real. And even if he were to find the actual person, how would they rate next to the idea that he has built up in his head?

But it was a futile endeavor – to not think about her. No matter how hard he tried. He kept finding himself in front of the holodeck door, wanting to go in. How could he have fallen for someone who wasn’t even real? An illusion. He felt like the fates were playing a cruel trick on him indeed.

The holodeck was still used for his training purposes. Loki got to witness other programs that she was a part of. She was always the first one that he sees. The one he looks for.

He once rescued her from a political kidnapping simulation. “Part of your negotiation training.” Steve had said to Loki. She clung to him with tears running down her eyes. She feels so real. Small sobs and bated breath were all he ever got to hear from her voice. If it even was her voice.

In another program, Loki had to fight a version of her that was out to kill him. Dressed as if she were going to a rich soiree, she had protected a suitcase filled with toxins that were set to kill mankind. And Loki had to outsmart her to get it.

“Is all this training necessary?” Loki asked Tony one day. “I’m either valuable to you or not. Make a decision! But mark my words Tinman I will not set foot in that blasted holo-room ever again!”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist! You passed your evaluations. You won’t have to train, at least not in the room, again.” Tony said as he typed away at his computer.

Loki sighed in relief. Seeing her was one thing. But having to end her in order to save humanity was heartbreaking. He didn’t think he could go through that again. The only thought that got him through it was that “It wasn’t real. She’s not real.”

The thought depressed him.

He sulked back to his room to recover. He spent the rest of the night sipping scotch, looking outside his window. Out there in the world, there must be someone to take his mind off of her.

“Mr. Laufeyson?” FRIDAY inquired through his speakers hours later.

“Yes, FRIDAY?” he answered groggily, the scotch from earlier fogging his thoughts.

“Your presence is required in the control room.”

“What does Stark want with me now? I am not going into that torture chamber again!” Loki stood up and stretched. He made his way down into the laboratory where he had last seen Stark working away with a program.

Loki burst through the door. “What is it that you want, Stark?” He stopped at the door, frozen in place by a familiar figure.

Your burnished hair swayed as you stood up from the floor. You had picked up a piece of paper that fell and turned around to face him. Your eyes gleamed at the sight of him, your smile breaking from your lips. The same smile Loki memorized from all his secret trysts back to the holodeck. Loki’s eyes ran over the entire length of your body. You were here!

“H-how?” Loki looked at you.

“Um, hi!” You said, slightly puzzled. “If you’re looking for Tony, he stepped out to get some coffee. But he’ll be back.”

Loki nearly dropped to his knees at hearing your voice. He stumbled back, knocking over more papers and books off of the tables. You hurried to his side to pick them up. He knelt down too, watching you the whole time, as his hands absentmindedly arranged the scattered papers.

“Oh hey, Prince of Darkness. What are you doing here?” Stark came into the room with a tray of coffee.

“I was told that my presence was required – here. In the control room.” Loki said, not bothering to look insulted at Tony’s nickname for him. Not once did he take his eyes off of you. You looked exactly like you did in the holo-room except your eyes were brighter. And your skin looked so soft.

“I don’t remember asking for you,” Stark said, putting the tray down. “Have you met Y/N? She’s one of our programmers at STARK Industries. She developed the training modules we all train on. I’m pretty sure you will recognize her.” You smiled up at him and lifted your hand out for a greeting.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said.

Loki said your name. Tasting it on his tongue. He took your hand gently and gave it a kiss. “The woman in the green dress. How could I ever forget her?”

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dark-roleplay-finder · 9 months

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Hi everyone! My name is Amber and I’m 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her and it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these but I’ve rewatched all the Harry Potter movies and I’m kinda obsessed all over again. So long story short I’m just looking for some fellow Harry Potter roleplayers! I’m just craving to write pls someone😭😩 I’ve got so many ideas in my head and they won’t go away ahhaha.

I write on discord and I usually go past/ up to the 2,000 word limit on there! I’m detailed and add characterisation and detail to all the characters I play. I can play multiple characters and I’m comfortable with almost everything! I like writing smut but it’s not necessary, and I prefer dark themes but I also love fluff, angst ect ect. I love talking about our characters and sending things that make us think about our characters back and forth. I’m Oc friendly and love Oc x cc! I only double up as I am able to write more that way and the rp doesn’t die out that way. I also love having multiple threads but it’s not necessary!! Other things I absolutely love are stranger things, Harry styles, don’t worry darling, fresh, marvel and so many other things! Those are also the other fandoms I’m willing to do but there are more so feel free to ask if you want! I’d also love for someone to play draco for me but I’d also be willing to play draco for you too!

Here are the fandoms I do and the characters I’m comfortable with playing- they’ll be in bold and the ones I’m most interested in playing will have a star next to them:

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley*, George Weasley*, Cedric diggory*, Tom riddle*, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, ginny Weasley, Hermione granger, Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix, neville longbottom, Seamus and many more!

Marvel: Tony stark, Steve Rogers*, Bucky barnes*, the winter soldier* Clint, Bruce banner, Thor, Loki*, Peter Parker, Wanda, Natasha and many more!

Stranger things: Henry creel/001, Vecna*, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson*, Billy Hargrove*, Nancy wheeler, Mike wheeler, will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jason carver, Chrissy Cunningham, eleven, argyle, Jonathan Byers, Jim hopper and lots more!

Don’t worry darling: Jack chambers, Frank, Alice

Fresh: Steve, noa

The walking dead: Rick grimes, Shane Walsh, Carl grimes, Negan, Dwight, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Beth and tons more!

I also do celebs and everything! If any of this interests you feel free to like this post and I’ll get back to you!! Thank you so much!(:

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

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prpfs · 13 days

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Please be 21+ to interact!!! ❤️

21+. She/Her. Looking for some various fandom roleplays. I'm only interested in canon x canon pairings. I have a strong preference for MxM ships, but I'm willing to do some FxF and MxF too. I like canon/canon divergent plots and write on Discord (third person, past tense, 200-400 words on average). I'm a sucker for romantic relationships and don't mind/encourage writing smut but with a healthy does of plot. I'll be sharing my strongest muses (the name on the left) for each and my greatest ship desires for them (the names on the right). I do have other muses, and I'm willing to discuss other ships. But, if you want me at my most enthusiastic, what I have listed is what I'm most interested in.

Doctor Who:

Eleventh Doctor - Jack, Rory, Clara

Fifth Doctor - Turlough, Ainley!Master

Fourteenth Doctor - Jack

Sixth Doctor - Ainley!Master

Tenth Doctor - Jack, Simm!Master

Fantastic Beasts Franchise:

Albus Dumbledore - Grindelwald, Theseus, Newt, Jacob

Theseus Scamander - Dumbledore, Grindelwald

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon:

Beric Dondarrion - Thoros

Daemon Targaryen - Laenor, Criston, Otto, Rhaenyra (preferably before the 10-year time jump), Laena

Daenerys Targaryen - Margaery, Jaime, Jorah

Jaime Lannister - Bronn, Dany, Sansa

Margaery Tyrell - Dany, Sansa, Stannis, Joffrey

Petyr Baelish - Renly, Sansa

Roose Bolton - Stannis, Tywin, Sansa

Stannis Baratheon - Roose, Davos

Thoros - Beric

Tywin Lannister - Roose, Aerys II

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter - Ray, Matt, Karen

Bruce Banner - Tony, Natasha

Bucky Barnes - Zemo, Tony

Carol Danvers - Valkyrie

Eddie Brock - Venom, Wade, Andrew!Peter, Dan

Loki Laufeyson - Thor, Mobius, Grandmaster

Nathan Summers - Wade

Andrew!Peter Parker - Dane!Harry, Matt, Wade, Eddie, Tobey!Peter, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex, Matt

Tony Stark - Bucky, Dr. Strange, Tom!Peter, Bruce

Wade Wilson - Eddie, Cable, Andrew!Peter, Comics!Peter, Dopinder, Colossus, Wolverine

Supernatural:

Arthur Ketch - Dean, Mick

Azazel - Sam, John

Chuck Shurley - Sam, Dean

Crowley - Dean, Bobby, Cas

Dean Winchester - Ketch, Crowley, Chuck, Benny, Lucifer, Garth

Lucifer - Dean, Sam, Nick

Mick Davies - Ketch, Sam

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise:

Drayton Sawyer - Open to discussing whatever

Johnny Sawyer - Leland, Sonny, Julie

Nubbins Sawyer - Danny, Maria

Tex Sawyer - Open to discussing whatever

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (HIGHLY preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

In either case, in your first message, please tell me about your writing style, what fandom(s) you were interested, and what ships you might be interested in or characters you were interested in writing against. I WILL NOT be responding to simple "I was interested in your ad" messages and other ones of that nature. 99% of the people who don't say much tend to eventually ghost me.

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lost-in-liquid-nights · 2 months

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Update: Due to not wanting to overwhelm myself. While also providing my current rp partners with quality and relatively consistent rp, my request for rp partners is currently closed! Still feel free to reach out if you like and I'll keep you in mind for if things open up.

Ah, hello Tumblr roleplayers, it has been a while! I am one of many who was left adrift after Omegle shut down and am on the search for rp partners.

I am looking for rp partners in a variety of fandoms, genres, ships, etc. I’ll have all of them listed in a hopefully organized manner below and will do my best to keep this list accurate. If you’re interested, feel free to shoot me a DM or interact with this post and I’ll reach out to you. But please do read through this post fully before doing so, thanks!

A Little About Myself:

-Age: 20+

-Pronouns: She/They

-Experience: I’ve been roleplaying off and on in a variety of fandoms and styles for around 10+ years

What I’m Looking For In A Roleplay Partner:

-Age: Roleplayers who are at least 20+ as well

-Style: I’m open to a variety of styles, I roleplay everything from one sentence “text message” style to multi-paragraph advanced lit. Though my preferences tend to lean towards lit/advanced lit.

-Location: I’d prefer someone who’s comfortable transitioning to Discord, once we agree on what we want to rp

-Expectations: One of the things I loved about Omegle were the casual vibes when it came to when an rp needed to end. So, while I hope for some long term rps, I’m looking for people who will be okay with rps ending when interest dissipates. Without the need for big explanations as to why. This goes both ways! I won’t expect such explanations from you either if we start any sort of storyline and you end up wanting to drop out. The way I see it, this is meant to be a fun pass time and ideally shouldn’t feel like a stressful obligation for either of us.

My Current Fandoms & Ships:

Films:

Fandom: Avengers (Films)

Ships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark

Fandom: Captain America (Films)

Ships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Films)

Ships: Peter Quill/Rocket Racoon

Fandom: Venom (Films)

Ships: Eddie Brock/Venom

Fandom: X-Men (Films)

Ships: Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Fandom: Star Wars (Films)

Ships: Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, Poe Dameron/Finn

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Ships: Hermann Gottlieb/Newton Geiszler

Fandom: Star Trek (Original Series, Original Films, and Modern Films)

Ships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard McCoy

Fandom: It (Films, 2017) & It (Mini Series, 1990)

Ships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon/Bill Denbrough

Fandom: Spiderman (Films & Comics)

Ships: Johnny Storm/Peter Parker, Harry Osborn/Peter Parker

Fandom: Nimona (Film & Comic)

Ships: Ambrosius Goldenloin/Ballister Blackheart

Series:

Fandom: Loki (Series)

Ships: Morbius/Loki

Fandom: Moon Knight (Mini-Series)

Ships: Marc/Steven, Marc/Jake, Steven/Jake

Fandom: Daredevil (Series)

Ships: Foggy Nelson/Matt Murdock

Fandom: Infinity Train (Series)

Ships: Min-Gi Park/Ryan Akagi

Fandom: Merlin (Series)

Ships: Merlin Emrys/Arthur Pendragon

Fandom: Stranger Things (Series)

Ships: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington, Mike Wheeler/Will Byers

Fandom: Supernatural (Series)

Ships: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Fandom: Hannibal

Ships: Hannibal Lector/Will Graham

Fandom: The Witcher (Series & Games)

Ships: Jaskier/Geralt, Eskel/Lambert, Eskel/Aiden

Games:

Fandom: Phoenix: Ace Attorney Trilogy (Games)

Ships: Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgworth

Frandom: Disco Elysium (Game)

Ships: Kim Kitsuragi/Harry Du Bois, Jean Vicquemare/Harry Du Bois

Fandom: Modern Warfare (Games)

Ships: Simon Riley/Johnny “Soap” McTavish

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Game)

Ships: Connor/Hank Anderson, RK900/Gavin Reed

Fandom: Dragon Age

Ships: Anders/Hawke, Fenris/Hawke

Podcasts:

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Ships: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, Jonathan Sims/Timothy Stoker, Martin Blackwood/Timothy Stoker, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley

Fandom: Malevolent (Podcast)

Ships: John/Arthur Lester

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chaoticparker · 2 years

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Tipsy

peter parker x reader

summary: Peter plans to ask you out tonight–sober, but instead he asks you out drunk

warnings: peter not being able to handle his alcohol

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: i posted this last week but of course tumblr was being a bitch and it didn’t show up in the tags but enjoy!

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“Do you know when she’ll be here?” Peter leaned against the bar, looking over the choices on what he could possibly get.

“Dunno--can I get a whisky?” Harry asked the bartender and they nodded, going to get a glass and the bottle.

Peter sighed as the man handed the glass to Harry then looked over to him, “you?”

“Just the water's fine.” He nodded and left the boys alone again. Harry gave Peter a strange look as he sipped his drink. “Wanna keep a clear head for tonight.” He explained. “I think I’m going to ask her out.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, almost choking on his drink. “You’re doing it tonight, huh? Think you’ll chicken out again?”

The bartender placed Peter’s water on a napkin and left to tend to someone else. Peter rolled his eyes at his friend's words. “I’m not going to chicken out-”

“-again-”

“Not the point. But it’s simple, all I have to do is offer a drink, flirt, then ask her out on a date.” Peter said, matter-of-factly. “There is no better place to ask her out.” Peter gestured to the rest of the large room with guests all around.

Tonight's gathering was one of Tony’s charity balls, with a surprising amount of celebrities and just overall rich people coming to show support and donate--although, most of them probably were there for alternative motives. In Stark fashion, the ball was extravagant. The room itself was most likely worth more than Peter himself; chandeliers with expensive diamonds dangling, priceless paintings hung up on the walls. And the people attending were a completely different type of rich. Gold rings and silver necklaces adored peoples bodies. Suits and dresses styled to perfection, not a piece of imperfection in sight.

It was safe to say that this is one of the most classy events that Peter has ever, and will ever, attend. There was no better place than to ask you out. Not to mention he had it all planned out: first he would offer you one of your favorite drinks, do some casual flirting, and then ask if you want to go out on a date. Though, now that he was here--waiting for you--he soon realized that this plan was not specific enough at all.

“Dude,” Harry snapped Peter out of his thoughts and pointed at the staircase. He turned around as his jaw slacked a little. You were wearing black gown, one that made Peter swear you were an angel. Not an imperfection in his sight.

Except for the devil that had his arm around you.

You were smiling, the type of smile that is only shown when he makes you laugh, not whoever you were with. Not this person who doesn’t know you like he does.

“Who is that?” Peter spat, his words a bit too harsh for not knowing what was going on.

“Mhmm.” Harry squinted his eyes to get a better look at who you were with, and to focus a bit better. “Manny something… I think his dad is some other tech giant.” Harry waved over the bartender, “can I have another?”

“Can I have one too?” Peter asked, sighing as he rubbed his forehead.

“Thought you wanted a clear head?” Harry joked, trying to change Peter’s suddenly unpleasant demeanor.

“Thought you were supposed to hype me up?” Peter said tad harshley. The bartender placed the two glasses each on their own napkins and Peter quickly drowned his glass, it stung the back of his throat and started coughing.

Harry patted his back and took a sip of his own, biting his lip to hold back a laugh. “It’s a sipping whisky, dude.”

“No shit.” He coughed again, then straightened his back. “And there’s no point in keeping a clear head now. Not with him around.”

“Peter, stop being so fucking dramatic over everything.” Harry sighed, then when he glanced away from Peter and caught your eye and smiled, he quickly shoved at Peter to get him to focus.

“Hey boys.” You chimed, still walking next to your friend. “This is Manny.”

Harry greeted him with a handshake while Peter just asked for another glass. “Nice to meet you. From Roxxon Energy right?” Harry quired.

The tall man chuckled, “yeah, me and my dad are here to support and donate to the charity. We always take on the opportunity to support the homeless” Peter turned around with a glass in hand and you removed your hand from Manny’s arm. “I ran into y/n just outside and we wanted to catch up.”

“I thought it was a charity for kids-” Peter started

“That’s nice, anyway I’m Harry and this,” Harry shoved Peter, interrupting him while pulling him away from his drink. “This is Peter, excuse his moodiness.”

Peter rolled his eyes and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of his moods. You knew better of course. Last time he was like this was when you missed hanging out with because of work, you tried to make it up to him, but he was acting just like this.

“Peter, I'm so sorry I’m late.” You slammed his door shut as you dropped your bag and jacket on the floor to look for him. “Peter?” You shouted, but there was no response.

You entered his kitchen and saw a single dirty plate, and excess food stuffed away in the pot that was still on the stove. You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t think too much of it. Maybe he just made too much? Maybe he just wanted leftovers for lunch tomorrow?

You didn’t realize until now that soft music was playing. When you looked over to the table, you saw it was set up for one person, while the other spot opposite it was bare, excluding the placemat where Peter must have sat.

“Peter?” You yelled again, continuing to look around the apartment. You heard a crash then what sounded like a tumble from down the hall and you quickly to the sound.

You entered his room and found him sitting up on his bed, bottle of alcohol in hand, with his laptop open playing some weird video compilation.

“Peter?”

He looked up at you and you saw his red puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and an alcohol stained shirt. His eyes widened as he quickly wiped his nose with the back of his hand and hid the bottle on his side poorly behind a pillow. He slammed the laptop shut and threw it to the opposite end of his bed and used another pillow to cover his face.

“Peter.” Your voice was stern but laced with concern. You went over to his side of the bed and calmly sat down in the right spot so you weren’t touching him. You took the bottle and kicked it further away from you both, regardless if it even had any liquid left in it, it smelt revolting and with Peter’s alcohol stench, you didn’t need anything else clogging your senses.

“Peter, come on, you should at least lay on your side.” Peter pulled the covers up over him and you sighed. But to your surprise, he reluctantly did as he was told and rolled over to his side. Away from you of course, but you didn’t know why he was acting like this.

Normally when he’s drunk he gets all loud and starts laughing at the most random things. But now? It was clear to you that he was at least a little tipsy, but why did he start drinking? Did it have something to do with you working late? Or whatever evening he had planned.

“I’m going to get you some water, alright?” You patted him on his back through the bedding and got up. On your way to the bathroom, you put his laptop on the floor, just so it wouldn’t get crushed. You filled a cup up and walked back to his room and held out his drink for him.

“Drink.”

Peter shuffled around under the covers and shook his head.

“Come on Peter, I don’t know how much you’ve had tonight and you need to stay hydrated.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Peter-”

“No, just leave, I’m fine.” Peter grumbled a little louder this time. “Just go.”

You sighed and quickly thought about what to do. You didn’t want to leave him alone, not in this state, but you wanted to respect his wishes.

“I’m leaving the water here.” You placed the glass on his bed side table and got up. “I’m going to crash on the couch tonight, let me know if you need anything, ‘k.”

Peter grumbled, but not stopping you from staying, knowing damn well that all his super strength couldn’t get you out if he even tried--not that would ever want to. When he heard his bedroom door shut, he let out a breath. He partly sat up and started drowning the water; thankful for your presents at last.

“I’m not moody.” Peter groaned, but reluctantly held out his hand for Manny to shake. Manny smiled and Peter gave a half hearted one back, though Manny didn’t seem to notice or care; Peter used his strength and squeezed his hand just a bit too much, when Manny let go, he rubbed his hand. “Just thirsty.” He took another sip of a different beverage that he somehow ordered with a sly smirk.

Harry eyed him suspiciously and made a mental note to ask about it later. He clearly saw how irritated Peter was and knew that calling him out on it infront of you would make everything worse.

“It was nice meeting both of you, and y/n, let me know how that offer turns out.” Manny smiled, politely kissed your cheek then left. You waved him off but didn’t see Peter's jaw tese or his nose flare.

“What's this offer of yours?” Peter spoke up, a little bolder as the drinks were starting to hit him.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You blew it off, moving past them for the bar. “Just a water please.” You told the bartender and he handed you your drink.

“No, no, don’t blow us off. What's this offer?” Harry nudged you, giving you a smile to butter you up. “I’ll pay for our lunch tomorrow.”

“Fine,” You sighed. “I kinda got this offer for an important position at my work...” You sheepishly said. Peter and Harry’s eyes went wide and looked like they were going to shout. “Shut up, I can’t say much about it yet, but I’m really proud of it so far-”

“Y/n, I’m so happy for you!” Harry yelled a little too loud for your liking, but luckily everyone was too engrossed in their own anecdotes to their friends to care about people at the bar.

“W-why didn’t you tell us?” Peter asked, his voice was softer than before. Not as aggressive but more stressed and confused. Every detail about Peter’s life, he shares with you; and he easily understands how you aren’t as open as him, but this? Leading a foundation and doing your dream work? How could you not share any of this with him first?

“It's a lot of publicity and I wasn’t sure if I could handle everything.” You shrugged, drinking your water. “Plus it wasn’t important.”

“How could it not be important?” Peter bellowed. This did turn some heads and you could hear some whispers. Heat went to your cheeks at the drifting eyes and you never so badly wanted to punch Peter.

“Peter, what's got you so mad?” You asked.

“Nothing! I’m perfectly fine!” Peter drowned another drink and tried to walk away, but in reality, ended up stumbling away, only barley not falling on the floor and embarrassing himself.

“What's wrong with him?” You wondered out loud as he walked away, taking a glass of champagne from a tray on the way.

Harry wondered what he should say for a moment. It was obvious that he was upset that your friend was with you, Peter was jealous and it seemed that everyone knew it too. “Dunno”

He wondered what he should do, but before he could say anything more you both turned your heads at the sound of glass breaking. Everyone seemed to have the same idea as you, heads were turned to the direction of the sound and you saw Peter standing suspiciously close to the broken glass.

You looked back to Harry and you both groaned. Lucky, Peter distanced himself from the accident, but looking at him he had a guilty face on and you knew he was at fault here.

“I’ll deal with it.” You grabbed a cup of water as you headed for Peter’s direction and pushed your way through the crowd, all of which seemed to go back to their own conversations, completely ignoring what just happened. Although, the workers at the party seemed to give Peter a side eye.

“Peter!” You whisper-yelled. His head snapped up to you and he smiled, champagne from his newly acquired glass dripping down the sides of his mouth and onto his suit. “Get over here!” You pulled his arm, subtly taking him away from the people and into a bare hallway.

“What he actual fuck were you thinking?” Now you could yell at him properly this time. Making sure your words got through his tipsy brain. “You’re really stupid aren’t you?”

Peter leaned against the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor. You kneeled down in front of him and handed him the water.

“You’re pretty you know?” He smirked, or tried too. The complete 180 of his moody behavior earlier which took you by surprise.

“Drink.” You pushed the cup up to his lips with your fingers.

Peter smiled and as he took a sip, he remembered his plan: offer drink, flirt, confess. You were the one who offered the drink so he might as well skip that one, and with the alcohol burning threw his system he might as well start, in the best way he can, to flirt.

“Why are you blinking like that? Are your eyes okay?” You fretted. You cupped his face and moved it to the light, close to poking his eye.

“W-what do you mean? That was supposed to be a wink.” Peter whined, hitting his head a little too hard back against the wall, causing him to let out a groan.

“Winks are only supposed to be with one eye dumbass, you were blinking.”

Peter scoffed and moved your hand away, “that was a wink.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“Oh come on, just let me have this.” Peter uttered. “Just believe me, it was a wink.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You sat down completely now, making sure not to scruff the dress you were wearing.

“But you did see it--you know what, nevermind.” Peter huffed, “You just don’t believe me.”

“What even is there to believe?” You muttered. “More importantly, why did you get drunk tonight?”

“Why are you so pretty?”

“Why can you just answer the question?”

“Why can’t you just answer the fucking question?” Peter raised an eyebrow, or tried to raise an eyebrow. He ended up just raising both and flaring his nostrils, looking stupid. He giggled a bit and smiled, a couple drops of water dripping down the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t even know what to say, just-” you paused, trying to find the right words. “Just how are you feeling, do you want me to get more water?”

“Why are you not taking me seriously! I’m fine.” Peter grumbled, but when he looked at you, he knew that you still doubted him. Your eyes were wide and unmoving from his head looking for any sign of injury, it was clear how much you didn’t think Peter was capable of doing much of anything.

“Maybe because you’re trying to flirt with me?” You answer. “You’re absolutely smashed and going through one of your moods.”

“You wouldn’t even believe me if I confessed and said that I love you.”

“BECAUSE YOU'RE DRUNK AS HELL!” You yelled before taking a quick breath to calm yourself down. “You can’t think straight and everything you’re saying is bullshit.”

“But it’s true! Grant it, I didn’t want you to find out now but I really do! I-I had this whole plan and I was going to ask you out then mr jawline came in and then I got nervous and started drinking and then getting clumsy and here we are!”

You blinked at him a couple of times then reached for his empty cup. “I’m going to get you a refill. Don’t move.”

You got up, leaving him trying to ramble his way to get you to stay but you ignored him. To you, it sounded like nonsense and there was no point in staying. You spotted Harry still over by the bar, talking to someone you couldn’t quite recognize. When he saw you, he excused himself and ran up to you.

“What's up with Peter?”

“Drunk out of his mind.” You scoffed. “Babbling random nonsense at me, needs to sober up quickly.” You gestured for another glass.

“Oh yeah, what's he saying?”

“Confessed his ‘love’ for me.” You chuckled. The bartender handed you another glass of water.

Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head as he spat his drink back into his cup. “Really?”. In all honesty, he never believed that Peter would actually go through with his plan, nevertheless while drunk. He wouldn’t even go through his plan when you came to his place a couple hours late. He’s too much of a perfectionist.

You laughed again. “Yeah, normally he's all moody when he’s drunk, now he’s just acting all weird.”

“Do you love him?” Harry asked. You brows quirked at the question, normally Harry would never intrude on anyone's personal life, at least not this directly.

“Why do you ask? It doesn’t really matter.” You sighed. When you heard the words come from Peter’s drunk mouth, you wanted to punch him for giving you false hope. All you have ever wanted for him to say it to you, but you never thought you had to specify that he meant it.

“Look, I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should actually say anything but Peters being too much of a pain right now.” Harry sighed. “He does mean it when he said that he loves you, tonight he had a plan to confess but then he saw you with Manny, got scared and then got drunk.”

“I’m sorry, what-”

“Harry!” You turned around and saw Peter standing beet red and lips pursed. He came over and avoided your gaze. “Why the fuck did you say that” He whispered very loudly.

“Because you’re being too much of a pussy to say anything!”

Peter looked like he was going to be sick and you and Harry quickly took him back into the hallway. “We should get him home.”

Harry nodded, “I’ll get a car, are you okay waiting with him?”

“Yup.”

“Great, and don’t vomit.” Harry ran off quickly, leaving you and Peter alone.

A few seconds passed, you holding Peter's arm around your shoulders to keep him up but looking in completely different directions. Peter sighed and looked over to you, he was in no way sober yet. His head was pounding and he desperately needed some sort of medication, but looking at you took his pain away.

“I never wanted you to find out like this.” Peter started, pointing at his drunk self. “And I never wanted Harry to tell you.”

“It’s alright.”

“But I do love you. Do you-” He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Do you feel the same way?”

“Peter, you really are too drunk for this conversation.” You sighed, looking back at him.

“But do you-”

“Yes, Peter. I do.” You sighed.

“Really?”

“Yes, now shut up, you’re gonna vomit if you get too excited.” Though, on the inside you were squealing like a kid on their birthday. He likes you. He wants to be with you. Out of everyone in the world, the billions of people living and breathing alongside you, he chose you.

Peter was thinking the same thing. The beautiful person that is you chose him. How he would ever get so lucky he has no idea, but he wants to thank every star for it. And unlike you, he was drunk out of his mind, and he is very emotional. He started tearing up a bit, sniffling and wiping his nose on the sleeves of his expensive suit.

You looked over to see a weeping man--more like a little boy--crying his eyes out and snuffling. He coughed a bit, then blew his nose in the fabric. You worried for a second you were a bit too harsh on him. You wrapped your arms around him and he buried himself in your chest. He smiled but still sniffled into your chest.

“A-are you okay?” You stuttered, not knowing how to deal with a crying drunk grown adult. You were just glad that no one else was around to see this.

“Yeah, but uh, I need to show you how much I love you.” He pulled apart from you.

“Maybe when you get home you can drink five cups of water?”

“No, no, no, that's not what I mean.” His hands went on top of his chest where his heart is. “I want to give you my heart because you own my heart. I don’t want it anymore! It’s not mine, it’s yours!”

“Peter-”

“It’s been yours since we first met!” He whined, and he went back to hugging you. “I-I just want you to have all of my love.” He snuffled again.

“We can talk about this more when you’re sober.” You decided. His rambling nonsense was sweet but also tiring for you and himself. “And don’t worry, you have my heart too.”

Peter hummed against your chest and you hugged him back. “I really hope I’m not too drunk to remember this.”

“Harry is never going to let you live today down, so I’m sure he’ll remind you in the morning.”

“I don’t think I’d mind.”

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Bucky Barnes X Kingsman Reader

Word count: 630.

Summary: You are a highly skilled Kingsman -and dancer on the side- agent who is head over heels for Bucky. One fateful Stark party finally pulls the courage out of you. (With some help of Merlin.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Kingsman or any associated characters (besides the character of Y/n). Do not copy or reblog any of my work as your own.

Enjoy.

Bucky had always admired the transformation that you could undergo at will. One moment on stage being the most gracious and feminine being on earth and the next the clumsiest anti-feminine woman he had ever met, although being one of Kingsman's best agents. It was the same as for the transformation before and after you had gone undercover for a mission. That was what he loved about you. You didn't know this of course. He would never admit to anyone, not even Steve, that he thought you were attractive, let alone that he had a major crush on you. Okay, well, major being he fancied the fuck out of you. You, on the other hand fancied the fuck out of him as well.

Bucky was pulled from his thoughts as your dance ended and Queen's 'Somebody To Love' faded away into the applause and the standing ovation the crowd was giving you. You bowed and wiped the tears from your eyes as you went into the wings of the stage. If only he knew that he was the reason you had chosen that song.

The next day rolled around quickly and it was back to work and normal routine. Well, as routine as things could get when you're in the world's mightiest heroes. Which, of course included Tony's '40s theme' party you were now in the middle of, all dolled up, 40s style, with no date whatsoever and a longing for the metal-armed soldier in uniform across the room who seemed to have no idea of your feelings for him.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------You watched the 'soldiers' in their WW2 uniforms as they danced with their partners in their makeup and dresses. One couple dipped right in front of you, taking your eyes off of Bucky.

"I can't promise that I'll be able to dip you like that, but you won't be miserable over here." your closest friend at Kingsman, Merlin said as he appeared at your side, in uniform as well.

"I shouldn't. But. Oh, what the hell, I've had too many of these to wallow in self pity." You said as you took his offer and went to the floor and began dancing with him.

After ten minutes of silently swaying to the music, Merlin broke the silence that had settled between you.

"If you just told him how you feel, then you can both stop moping around. Also, act like yourself, not some '40s woman." a thought came to you as he spoke.

"Merlin, you're a bloody genius!" you spoke as you walked out of the party.

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"Has anyone seen Y/n?" Eggsy asked as he sat between Steve and Bucky at the bar.

"Not for a while." Bucky trailed off as he saw you.

After leaving the party, you had gone to your room, took off all of the '40s makeup and turned back into yourself before getting into your suit with glasses.

"Alright lads?" you said as you walked behind the bar and poured yourself a drink as both Steve and Eggsy excused themselves from the situation. "Look, I'mma get right to the point. I fancy you. Have done for ages and I mean ages. So, wanna dance Sarge?" you held your had out as you walked around the bar to him.

"Hell yeah, doll." he spoke as you got onto the dance floor and began swaying to the music. "This means you're mine now, doll." he said softly but protectively before his lips met yours.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that idea." you said after pulling away as you smiled at each other whilst dancing to the music.

"Told you I always have the best ideas." Merlin said smugly to Harry beside him. His friend simply rolled his eyes with a smile as he sipped his drink.

A/n: Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed this, keep a look out for more of my pieces.

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SPOOKY SEASON RP

Looking for an RP Partner (18+) for one or more of the following: Merlin(Merthur), Harry Potter (Drarry), Mystery Skulls Animated (Lewthur or Lewvithur), Avengers (Stony), or Red, White & Royal Blue (Henry x Alex).

I’m down to do an rp with any of the above. I prefer it if my partner has a semi-lit to novella writing style. I can RP on any of the following; Tumblr, Instagram, or Discord. Private message me on any of the mentioned.

Character’s I’d like to play (but I am flexible so we can discuss): Merlin, Harry Potter, Arthur Kingsman (MSA), Tony Stark, Alex

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SkyFire 3: Chapter 15

The X Factor Auditions: July – August 2018

Word count: 2.6k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

Do me a favour and pretend that this chapter didn’t take me a year to finish.

The first day of auditions was overwhelming for Aurora. She was anxious and trying hard to come up with well thought out comments for every singer that came on stage. In the week since the judges had been announced, many people had questioned her inclusion in the show. Some were claiming she was only there because of Harry or Louis and others were using her as an example of how the show was on the way out and had clearly run out of “real” celebrities to fill out the judge’s panel. Despite everyone around her encouraging her to ignore it, Rori found herself unable to stop herself from reading the hurtful comments and the attacking articles that seemed to fill the feed of every social media account she had. All those comments echoed in her head once she was finally in front of the cameras in the SSE Arena, and it felt impossible to avoid the need to prove them wrong. It was true that she had benefited from her father’s fame and his name had provided her with her start in the industry, however it was her talent that had kept her there. In the past 6 years since her career had taken off, she had sold hundreds of songs to countless artists and it was not her father’s name or even Harry’s that had sold them; it was her talent and the quality of her work that had kept her where her privilege had helped her reach. That was what she was trying to prove now, despite her anxiety over the size of the audience she knew would watch the show, she was committed to proving to everyone that doubted her, that she knew what she was talking about when it came to the music industry.

After a few hours of filming, in a short break between auditions, Louis pushed a piece of paper across the desk in front of them to show her. She had watched him taking notes throughout the morning as he sat beside her, just as she had been taking her own. Louis had picked up on her nerves, noticing the tension in her shoulders and he felt the need to lighten the mood and help her relax. She looked down at the paper now in front of her and bit back a laugh at his comment.

“I’m winning,” he told her as she took in the tally sheet he had apparently been keeping. Scrawled across the top were both of their names with a series of tally marks under each; 2 under her own and 3 under Louis’. “What do you say whoever has the most writing credits on audition songs at the end of the day buys dinner?”

“You’re on,” she chuckled, finally feeling the tight ball of anxiety lifting off her chest.

Once they came back from the lunch break, Rori found herself finally feeling a little bit more comfortable sitting behind the judge’s desk and chatting with Robbie. They had spoken briefly the previous day, and a little before filming started that morning, but given Rori’s anxiety up until that point this was their first real conversation beyond exchanging simple pleasantries.

“What are you thinking so far?” Robbie asked. “This is your first time judging something like this, yeah?”

“It’s wild,” she answered with a smile. “It’s my first time on a tv show and considering I grew up watching this and dreaming of auditioning, it’s mental to be one of the judges now, and the fact that I’m doing it the same year as you is just…” She let out a breath of air in lieu of finishing her sentence, causing Robbie to chuckle in response.

“Let me guess,” he laughed, “You’re a 90s kid and your mum was my biggest fan?”

“She was never quite able to forgive you for leaving the band, but I only ever knew you as a solo artist.”

“You’re making me feel really old now,” he warned with a grin.

“Sorry. That might happen a fair bit though.”

“What are you two nattering on about?” Louis asked, leaning close against Aurora’s side so that he could see Robbie on her other side.

“She’s just making sure to remind me that you two are younger than my entire career,” Robbie explained.

“At least I was alive before you went solo,” Louis said.

“Barely!” Rori bit back, laughing hysterically before calming down as the crew signalled that they were ready for the next act.

Moments later 2 young men walked out onto the stage, introducing themselves as Misunderstood and the moment they started performing Rori felt her jaw drop. By the end of the song, she was up on her feet and dancing along and then found herself scrambling to pull together a response while the men on the panel gave their own comments.

“What’s amazing for me is that I can already see you touring,” Aurora said once it was her turn. “You both have such an incredible stage presence about you, and you know exactly who you are as a group. That was an absolute joy to watch and the fact that you wrote that banger yourselves just makes everything you just did so much more impressive. Well done lads.”

xXx

Unfortunately for Aurora, not every audition was good, and she found herself struggling with having to shatter people’s dreams. It was late in the afternoon of the first day and so far, things had been going well. There had been some unbelievable auditions, some people who just needed a little bit more confidence or a little more training before they were ready for the competition, or the joke auditions who knew they wouldn’t get through to the next round. The first of the ironically terrible auditions came in the form of a young brunette girl who chose to sing Lost Boy by Ruth B, despite the fact that she couldn’t hold a single note.

Thankfully Simon didn’t allow her to get through much more than the first verse and chorus before putting an end to it. The moment the music cut out abruptly in response to his raised hand, the arena fell quiet, waiting for the judges to comment. Aurora took a deep breath and waited for someone else to speak first.

Robbie noticed her fidgeting and took the lead, “That was a beautiful song,” he began, “but unfortunately you just didn’t deliver today. I just don’t think you were quite ready, sweetheart.”

“Aurora?” Simon prompted. “What did you think?”

“I’m trying really hard to think of what to say without being harsh,” she began before Simon cut her off.

“It’s not harsh if you’re telling the truth,” he pointed out. “We’re here to judge them and that means you can’t always have nice things to say.”

“Ok,” she agreed before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. “Do you know who wrote that song?” she asked, receiving a nervous shake of the head in reply. “It’s one of mine.”

“Is it really?” Robbie asked. “Well, I stand by my previous comment, it’s a beautiful song.”

“Thank you. It is a beautiful song and I’m honestly just confused as to why you picked it. The tone was off, the pitch… I mean I’m sorry to say but not much about that was on. I’m sorry but this just wasn’t it and I wish you all the best in the future.”

“I agree with Rors,” Louis added. “It’s a no from me, love.”

xXx

The last audition of the first day was one to remember for an unexpected reason. Andy’s audition was already well off the rails by the time the intro to Angels started playing and Rori felt a grin stretch across her face as Robbie launched from his seat and headed towards the stage. The whole crowd joined in singing as Lou, Simon and Rori got to their feet. Rori threw her arm around Louis’ shoulders and they swayed together as they sang along, laughing as Robbie joined in and despite Andy’s terrible voice, they all enjoyed the song. Aurora couldn’t help herself but belt out the chorus, completely forgetting the microphone in front of her but simply revelling in the joyful atmosphere of the room.

xXx

“Where you can go to vocally, for me, is impossible to comprehend,” Louis told a contestant after he received a standing ovation for his audition. “That was quite simply unbelievable.”

“Cezar,” Aurora started as the crowd continued to clap and cheer behind her. “That was remarkable, but I can’t shake the feeling that I know you. You seem very familiar.”

“Have the two of you met?” Simon asked, leaning forward to see her past Louis.

“I don’t think we have,” Rori replied before turning back to the man on the stage. “Have I seen you perform before?”

“I participated in Eurovision in 2013,” Cezar admitted. “You may have watched that.”

“You were the Romanian entrant,” Rori gasped with recognition. “ It’s My Life !”

“Yes, that was my song. I was very honoured to have the opportunity.”

“You were incredible then, Cezar, and you are incredible now. I don’t even care what the rest of you have to say,” she directed towards her fellow judges, “I’m ready to vote and it’s a massive yes from me.”

Louis broke out laughing at her enthusiasm as Robbie and Simon both agreed with Yes votes of their own. “It’s of course a Yes from me too,” he added.

xXx

After the first three days of auditions, they reached their first day off and Aurora spent the day with Harry before catching up with Ella for dinner after she finished work.

“It’s only been three days and it’s already so painfully obvious why Lou wanted me to do this with him,” Rori explained once their meals were delivered at their local Indian restaurant down the road from Ella’s flat. “Simon is clearly still trying to bank on the narrative of him being a father figure to the 1D boys. He doesn’t want the world to forget that without him, the band never would have existed. Honestly it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to roll my eyes when he says shit about being Louis’ mentor in the industry.”

“Ewww,” Ella responded as she passed half of her naan across the table. “Does he think the fandom is just going to forget how traumatized they all were from their time in the band? It’s not like it’s a secret how much they all struggled because of him.”

“I know, right?” Rori sighed. “I’ve been telling Lou for ages that he needs new management because he deserves a team that cares more about him than they do about themselves. Simon has only ever cared about his own image. Just glad I can help keep Louis from blowing up and saying something he’ll regret.”

“He’s definitely lucky to have you next to him,” Ella agreed. “But at least it’s not all bad. I mean, you get to hang out with Robbie fucking Williams every day.”

“And isn’t that just the most batshit mental thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I’m genuinely so excited to watch,” Ella said. “My students were talking about it the other day and how excited they were for the new season since you and Louis are gonna be judges. Told them I’m friends with you and they called me a liar.”

“They didn’t,” Aurora laughed. “That’s hysterical. Maybe I’ll have to come have lunch with you so we can mess with them.”

“Oh, you absolutely should. Might earn me a bit of street cred.”

“If you want the teenagers to think you’re cool, probably don’t use the term street cred.”

“Get fucked.”

xXx

Over the following week, Aurora found herself exhausted by the audition process. The arena was blisteringly hot and stuffy in the summer weather and the vast majority of the people auditioning lacked talent, which left her feeling horrible as she was forced to crush their dreams. Not every audition was terrible though, and one in particular stood out above the rest.

J-Sol had barely made it through the first few lines of his audition song when Aurora felt her eyes welling up. She found herself thinking of her own mother and how proud she would be to see her on the X Factor. She reached out to Louis, gripping his hand tightly, and she knew from the way he squeezed back, he was also feeling the emotions of the moment. Aurora had never been sure if she believed in an afterlife but in that moment, she hoped that Jay and Louise were looking down on them with proud smiles.

“Can somebody help me?” J-Sol sang, “cause i’m not doing well.”

Rori felt the tears well over and a few slipped down her face. She let them fall, unable and unwilling to pull her hand from Louis' grip to brush them aside. She took a shaky breath in as the song continued. She felt Louis shift in his seat beside her, lifting his other hand to brush away his own tears and the moment the song ended all four judges stood to aplaude. She glanced at Louis and he was looking back at her, both of them taking in each other's tear filled eyes. Louis hugged her briefly before heading up onto the stage to hug J-Sol as well.

“J-Sol,” Robbie began, “Your voice. Your soul. Your passion. Incredible. I feel you so much.”

“Thank you,” J-Sol replied softly.

“J-Sol, I lost my mum when I was 15, and losing her was one of the most devastating things I think a person can go through.” Louis reached out to comfort her as her voice broke, laying a hand on her shoulder as she spoke. “So I just want to thank you for sharing such a beautiful and powerful song with us all. Just like you, my mum wanted me to come on this show and that’s why I know that your mum would be so proud of you.”

While Louis and Simon gave their own feedback on the audition, Aurora bowed her head, trying to pull herself back together before she and the other three men on the panel all voted yes.

As soon as she could, Aurora was out of her seat and headed towards the backstage area where she was finally able to break down in tears. Louis and Robbie were only a few steps behind her and the moment they caught up to her, Louis pulled her into his arms and held her tightly while they both cried. They pulled themselves together after a few minutes and the makeup teams were quickly swarming around them to get them ready to continue filming.

xXx

By early August the auditions were completed and after deliberating on the successful contestants, they spent a few days filming the 6 chairs episodes where the teams were decided. After 6 chairs, both the judges and contestants were given two weeks off before each team would fly out to film the judges’ houses. Louis and the Boys would fly to Ibiza, while Robbie and his Groups, as well as Simon and the Overs would fly to LA. Aurora had decided to take her Girls to New York where Steve and Tony were happy to let her use the penthouse of the tower for filming. During the fortnight off from filming, Aurora had multiple promotional obligations given that the show would start airing at the start of September.

Her favourite, without a doubt, was when she and Louis filmed the Glamour Friendship Test.

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