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After six years at Hogwarts and a seventh homeschooling herself, Su Li was tired of the magical world. She’d done the whole magic thing, excelled in the academic side of her lessons, though her wandwork still left a little to be desired (she was brilliant with theory, even Flitwick’d said so, but was nowhere near Hermione’s level, say, in practice), and passed a more-than-reasonable number of NEWTs with more or less flying colors, despite her study for those NEWTs having occurred from the privacy of her own home, a year of self-study that was all theory and no practice, lest she get caught by the ever-more-wartorn wizarding world.
And unlike her yearmates, Su Li had options. She’d kept up with Muggle studies, difficult as it was. It had been her parent’s condition to her entrance into the magical, mystical, wizarding Hogwarts. She’d brought cauldrons and wands and robes to Hogwarts, but also algebra textbooks, Brit-lit novels, and teach-yourself-foreign-language kits. The calculators and computers she’d had to leave at home, but she faithfully returned every break to familiarize herself with the latest technology.
She was as skilled with a computer and the Internet as any Muggle teenager, as up-to-date with politics and trends. She had seen the necessity of being able to limit herself to the Muggle world Fourth Year when things had started getting bad. And, of course, they got worse.
Essentially, Su was ready to go to Cambridge instead of going it in the wizarding world.
And then Hermione Granger approached her with an offer she really couldn’t refuse. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to combine Muggle and magical research plus a full ride to Cambridge.
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Tony never has sex with Pepper. He would like to, and she would probably like to, but it has never happened, and never will. Pepper organizes his schedule, organizes his life. She does everything he needs, and everything he doesn’t need. She orders food for him before he realizes he’s hungry, prepares materials for him that he forgot he needed, and hides the alcohol whenever he really wants it. She also arranges hookers, call girls, escorts, and strippers when he hasn’t had a bed-buddy in a while.
How could you sleep with the girl who made sure you got laid on a regular basis … with other people?
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Prompt: Ivan gets married to a nice Vor girl. His mother has kittens from the shock.
“I thought you would be happier when this day finally came around,” Illyan observed.
“I would be happier if I were certain it weren’t a giant practical joke my son is playing on me,” Alys sighed.
“It would be quite an expensive joke, if that were the case,” Illyan observed. “You’ve been planning this wedding for six months now.”
“And yet it still won’t feel real until he finishes the ceremony.”
“Expect him to run off, do you? I can set some ImpSec goons on him, if you would like, to make sure cold feet don’t strike at the last minute.
“Oh, could you?” Alys asked, eyes bright.
“Um.” Illyan had been intending a joke.
“Never mind.”
“Well, the soon-to-be-Lady Vorpatril certainly seems eager for today,” Illyan soldiered on bravely.
“Oh, yes. Manipulative girl that she is,” Alys said affectionately.
“Yes, that too,” Illyan said judiciously. “I do think it’s not quite that Ivan was ready to settle down, but that she was ready for Ivan to settle down.”
“But someone who can keep Ivan in check will be good for him,” Alys sighed. “And she will certainly ensure that the next Vorpatrils start popping out of replicators as soon as possible.”
After six years at Hogwarts and a seventh homeschooling herself, Su Li was tired of the magical world. She’d done the whole magic thing, excelled in the academic side of her lessons, though her wandwork still left a little to be desired (she was brilliant with theory, even Flitwick’d said so, but was nowhere near Hermione’s level, say, in practice), and passed a more-than-reasonable number of NEWTs with more or less flying colors, despite her study for those NEWTs having occurred from the privacy of her own home, a year of self-study that was all theory and no practice, lest she get caught by the ever-more-wartorn wizarding world.
And unlike her yearmates, Su Li had options. She’d kept up with Muggle studies, difficult as it was. It had been her parent’s condition to her entrance into the magical, mystical, wizarding Hogwarts. She’d brought cauldrons and wands and robes to Hogwarts, but also algebra textbooks, Brit-lit novels, and teach-yourself-foreign-language kits. The calculators and computers she’d had to leave at home, but she faithfully returned every break to familiarize herself with the latest technology.
She was as skilled with a computer and the Internet as any Muggle teenager, as up-to-date with politics and trends. She had seen the necessity of being able to limit herself to the Muggle world Fourth Year when things had started getting bad. And, of course, they got worse.
Essentially, Su was ready to go to Cambridge instead of going it in the wizarding world.
And then Hermione Granger approached her with an offer she really couldn’t refuse. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to combine Muggle and magical research plus a full ride to Cambridge.
----
Tony never has sex with Pepper. He would like to, and she would probably like to, but it has never happened, and never will. Pepper organizes his schedule, organizes his life. She does everything he needs, and everything he doesn’t need. She orders food for him before he realizes he’s hungry, prepares materials for him that he forgot he needed, and hides the alcohol whenever he really wants it. She also arranges hookers, call girls, escorts, and strippers when he hasn’t had a bed-buddy in a while.
How could you sleep with the girl who made sure you got laid on a regular basis … with other people?
----
Prompt: Ivan gets married to a nice Vor girl. His mother has kittens from the shock.
“I thought you would be happier when this day finally came around,” Illyan observed.
“I would be happier if I were certain it weren’t a giant practical joke my son is playing on me,” Alys sighed.
“It would be quite an expensive joke, if that were the case,” Illyan observed. “You’ve been planning this wedding for six months now.”
“And yet it still won’t feel real until he finishes the ceremony.”
“Expect him to run off, do you? I can set some ImpSec goons on him, if you would like, to make sure cold feet don’t strike at the last minute.
“Oh, could you?” Alys asked, eyes bright.
“Um.” Illyan had been intending a joke.
“Never mind.”
“Well, the soon-to-be-Lady Vorpatril certainly seems eager for today,” Illyan soldiered on bravely.
“Oh, yes. Manipulative girl that she is,” Alys said affectionately.
“Yes, that too,” Illyan said judiciously. “I do think it’s not quite that Ivan was ready to settle down, but that she was ready for Ivan to settle down.”
“But someone who can keep Ivan in check will be good for him,” Alys sighed. “And she will certainly ensure that the next Vorpatrils start popping out of replicators as soon as possible.”
