I've been looking for this fic for a year now. It's at least over 12 years old, likely early 2010s, maybe older, since I've read it as a translation into my native language, and I don't know what site it came from (I can't find the translation either)
I think it was called Victoria but I might be mistaken
It's post year 6 AU, Harry's POV, chaptered (pretty long), NC-17, as side pairings apart from canon ones there was Snupin
Summer after year 6 Draco appears at the Dursley's with a baby. It's his daughter, Victoria, he learnt about her existence like three days ago, and incidentally there was Death Eaters' raid on Victoria's mother and grandparent's house, and he only managed to save the baby. He asks Harry to look after her for for a while because it's not safe at the Manor, since he's sure that Harry will keep the child safe and also won't prevent Draco from seeing her
Eventually they get Narcissa and for a bit Harry, Draco, Narcissa Victoria and a house elf live in Harry's bedroom at the Dursley's, then they all move to the Grimmauld Place, they also get Snape and Lupin to hide there, and later on Harry breaks Lucius out of Azkaban. So they all live together
The whole thing eventually leads to them winning the war and all that
Other notable plot points incase they might help:
1. At some point they celebrate Harry's birthday combined with Bill's stag party, and since Fleur specifically asked for no girls there, Bill and Harry get dressed into very shirt skirts and like corsets and heels as a joke
2. For Harry's birthday Draco gives him two rings: one to tell that he's Victoria's godfather, and the other one Draco's promise ring to mean that one day they are going to get married (explained as pureblood traditions). Lucius allows him to do that under the condition that one day they're going to have a Malfoy heir, and Harry's very annoyed on Victoria's behalf about it
3. At some point they have a ton of Slytherin's in the house to let them avoid joining Voldemort
4. In the end Hermione and Ron purposely get their memories of Horcruxes erased and Narcissa, Lucius, Lupin and Snape all go to teach at Hogwarts
Thank you in advance either way!:3
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confession time: the last time i watched that show was in 2018 (2017?) and i never finished it 😖 i truly don't remember anything well enough to assign the characters to these roles 😔 i'm so sorry, i'm a fake.
♞Pairing: Steo
♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken
♞Warnings: Spoilers for Wonder Woman 1984
♞Words: 1783
♞ Writing Prompt: "Let me go." (prompted by @sunel0)
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Gods are not supposed to fall in love with humans. It has nothing to do with rules. His parents had affairs with mortals, so did his aunts and uncles. It seems that Gods are unable to love just one person. If Gods are able to love at all. Hearing all the stories, Stiles doubts it. Love seems to be a uniquely human emotion. Gods are corroded by age and arrogance, by power and jealousy. They don’t know how to love someone. Not truly.
Aside from Hades and Persephone.
That’s probably why Stiles likes his uncle best. They’re the only ones who don’t joke about the pain he felt when Theo sacrificed himself to protect him. His parents expected Stiles to move on, to forget about Theo and come back home. They never understood why he chose to stay on earth, or why he only visited Hades and Persephone, ignoring every other invitation he received.
But as much as he likes to shit on his family, Stiles has one thing in common with them. He’s selfish, so fucking selfish that the whole world suffers, and he can’t do anything about it. So fucking selfish that he considered letting it crash and burn more than once.
Right now is one of these moments. It’s just a wish. A single wish. Why isn’t he allowed to have a something he wants come true? All he craves is happiness.
And he deserves it.
“No.” Stiles shakes his head, heaving breath after breath. “I gave everything for this world.” His voice is trembling badly. Tears sting in his eyes. He didn’t cry in almost fifty years. He never cared enough. He never gave a shit. Everything he ever cared about was dead, and just thinking about Theo dying again hurts so much more than the bullet buried deep in his abdomen. “I put humans before me. Now, look at them.” At the man threatening his wife with a handgun. At the woman leaving her kid behind. At the kid stealing from an elderly. At the people robbing and killing and hurting each other.
Theo cups his cheeks, tilting his head up softly. “I don’t care about them,” he whispers, brushing a tear away, “I care about you. You’re dying, Stiles.”
“So what?” he snaps, trying to push himself up, but his legs barely support him. Everything that’s keeping him standing is the cold wall at his back and Theo right in front of him. He is indeed dying. Quickly even. But he doesn’t care. It doesn’t even hurt. “I’m not letting you go again.” He digs his fingers into Theo’s upper arm. There was a time he would’ve crushed his bones to dust. Now, Theo doesn’t even flinch. He presses closer instead, smearing Stiles’ blood on his fancy clothes as he kisses him. God or no God, Stiles tastes the despair in his kiss, feels the grief in the way he touches him.
Stiles pushes him off, choking on the tang of copper on his tongue.
“I’m not letting you kill yourself,” Theo whispers, pressing their foreheads together.
Shaking his head, Stiles wraps an arm around his shoulders, kissing him frantically over and over and over again. “And I’m not letting you go,” Stiles breathes, curling his fingers tightly into Theo’s shirt. He’s holding onto him. He’s holding onto his very own world. He’s holding onto everything he’s ever cared about, and he sure as hell is not going to fucking let him go ever again. Not for this world filled his humans no better than the Gods he grew up with. The second they have an ounce of power, they turn into monsters.
He will not give Theo up for this.
“If you die, I’m going to die too,” Theo says, shifting his hands to cup his neck. “You will die for nothing.”
Stiles sucks in a breath. “This is not fair.”
“I’m not going to live in a world without you.”
"So why should I?"
Theo smiles, brushing their noses together as the world around them erupts in even more chaos. There is screaming, crying, the sounds of a civilization crashing and burning. "Because you already did,” Theo whispers, and he presses his right hand to Stiles’ abdomen. The touch burns, but no broken bones and no gunshot wounds could hurt as much as Theo’s words, “I love you, Mieczysław, and I need to know you’re safe. I need to know you’re alive.”
Somewhere a gun is going off.
“Renounce your wish.”
It won’t be the last.
“Let me go.”
Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and grabs Theo’s face, touching every inch of his skin, feeling his smile underneath his fingertips. “Please…” He doesn’t have a clue what he’s asking for, knowing all too well that Theo will never change his mind.
“Look at me. Stiles, look at me.” Theo tilts his head back, still smiling when Stiles opens his eyes. His eyes are blue, but there are tears glinting in their corners. This cannot be happening. He waited so long, and now he’s supposed to lose him after only two days? “I never thought I could experience true love. I never cared for anything.” Theo presses their foreheads together again. “Until I met you. You are everything and more I could’ve hoped for. Don’t make me leave this world knowing you’re dead.”
Shaking his head, Stiles cups Theo’s neck. “This is fucking selfish,” he whispers, fingertips pressing against the back of his head.
“What did you expect?”
Despite himself, Stiles laughs and cries and crashes his mouth to Theo’s. He presses against him, close and closer, relishing in Theo’s lips against his, the hands pressing to his body, the arms hauling him as close as they can get. Stiles can feel his heart slamming against his ribs as if it wants to leave his body and jump into Theo’s chest.
A child screams for their mother.
Stiles pulls away, eyes squeezed shut tightly, and turns around. He walks, fast, blind, hopeless, listening to Theo’s voice reassuring him of how much he loves him. Curling his hands into fists, Stiles quickens his pace. “I love you.” It’s barely a whisper, but for some reason, he knows Theo’s heard it, felt it, can sense it.
Perhaps his heart did leave his body.
Stiles opens his eyes and tilts his head back, watching the sky. Are his parents laughing at him? Do his uncles and aunts think he’s pathetic? Maybe. But he doesn’t care. He won’t be going back ever again. He will stay on earth and hunt down every single object his family left here to curse humankind. He will destroy their very influence on earth.
And then he will get Theo back.
“I renounce my wish.”
Even though he keeps walking, even though his heart keeps beating, Stiles is sure he’s dying too.
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The world is white and cold but peaceful.
Stiles watches people walk in the streets, occasionally stopping in front of store windows. Laughter reaches him on his balcony. The world has calmed down and peace returned. In the last couple of months, Stiles found and destroyed one of his father’s presents — a gun that would incite violence and make whoever touches it invincible — and another one from his brother Anteros — a ring that kills whoever cheats on their significant other. As adorable and innocent as he is depicted, his brother is just as much of an unhinged bastard as their father.
There are many more.
“Knock, knock.”
Stiles lets out a breath. “Uncle.” He pushes away from the railing and turns around, scrutinizing Hades standing in the middle of his living room. “Still as dramatic as ever, I see.”
Clearly satisfied with his impact, Hades brushes his long black cloak almost affectionately. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that he’s the God of the dead and king of the underworld. Although Stiles is pretty sure Persephone had a hand in upgrading his wardrobe. It’s hard to blame her. Hades used to run around in old and tattered robes. Now, he looks amazing and probably at least a little imposing to everybody who doesn’t know him.
“Mieczysław, a little birdie told me about your little faux pas with a certain wish stone.”
Groaning, Stiles walks back into his flat and shuts the balcony doors firmly behind him. “If you’re here to mock me, I suggest you get in line.” His family considers him weaker than ever. Falling for a wishing stone of all things? Almost losing his God powers because of a mere mortal? He’s going to keep hearing that for a few centuries.
Yay.
Hades presses a hand to his chest, looking hilariously offended. “I would never make a mockery of my favourite nephew. In fact, I have done a bit of soul searching and got you a present.”
The last time Hades gifted him a tiny version of Cerberus. Having a three-headed dog in the world of men has gone exactly as well as one might think. Quirking a brow, Stiles folds his arms over his chest. “Uncle—”
“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Hades waves his hands around. Somehow, everything he does looks overly theatrical. He really needs to get out more. “Trust me,” Hades says, leaning closer winking at him, “you’re going to enjoy this one.” He claps his hand and from one second to the other, his Uncle has vanished in a cloud of smoke.
Stiles rolls his eyes and sighs. Despite their similarities when it comes to love and monogamy, they’re not really agreeing on what is enjoyable and what is not. “Fucking smoke.” Stiles waves his hands around, trying to disperse the thick cloud before his smoke alarm has the chance to go off.
Someone coughs.
“Hades?” If this is one of his jokes, his timing is really off. Stiles isn’t in the mood for pranks and fun and family time. Although he probably should go visit Persephone again soon. She doesn’t like it if they don’t at least see each other once every few months.
“I must admit he’s got flair.”
Stiles freezes, staring at the slowly vanishing cloud of smoke. That’s a joke. That cannot— he cannot be real. Hades would’ve never— Another cough. The smoke vanishes completely. Standing there in the middle of his living room stands none other than— “Theo.”
“Hey.”
Is he dreaming? He can’t be dreaming. This is— no, Hades would never be that cruel to him. He would never get Stiles’ hopes up only to crush them again. “Theo.” Stiles lunges forward, pulling Theo into his arms, and buries his face in the nape of his neck. “You’re back.”
Theo wraps his arms around him, tight, secure, and warm. “I’m back.”
The body basked in the immediate avalanche of Theo’s sharp and sudden pain. The way he held his breath for a second, trying his hardest to keep his reactions under control, not to give in, not to play along, not to feed whatever was using Stiles’ body, made the body lick its lips with pleasure.
The Beginning by @sunel0
This is not a happy fic but is is a good one. Steo and Void!Stiles. Thereis a lot of pain and helplessness. Read the fic but read the tags first.
Gansey sat as still as he could in his chair, hands folded neatly in his lap. His skin felt warm and deeper parts of him were positively molten. Declan made a little spectacle of this, elaborate and deliberate, a ritual. Gansey’s homework had been pushed respectfully aside on his desk to make room, and all he could do watch.
“You’ve been very good, Gansey,” Declan told him. “I may have gotten a bit carried away.”
Gansey doubted it; Declan did very little without absolute intention. So if this had been the amount of toys he’d wanted to reward Gansey with, then there was no accident to it. And how Gansey’s mouth watered at the sight of a new ball gag that looked just big enough to make his jaw ache. He wanted to squirm in his seat when Declan placed a thick toy with a hint of a knot at the base next to his Modern Philosophy textbook. One by one, new gifts appeared before him, until he was flushed and swallowing down a hungry moan. Was he to finish writing his paper after this? No, no with a deep blue princess plug glinting at him with the light from his desk lamp catching in its facets.
“You are,” Gansey began shakily, licking his lips, “without a doubt, very generous, Sir.”
“You may try one now, but the caveat is that you’ll have nothing else until your work is done for the night,” Declan said, stroking at the back of his neck. His fingertips rested over Gansey’s leaping pulse.
Perhaps more torturous than the bargain he’d certainly agree to, was making the decision where to start.
(since I'm still stuck on the Declan-and-a-baby-in-church ask I've sent you) new single dad Declan for the ficlet thing!
[I need you to know that my brain went ‘round trying to settle on a little thing to write, because I literally flowed through him picking up clothes for her to walking around a museum with her, to him wearing one of those wrap things with her in it. Hopefully this will be lovely as well.]
This was the closest Declan Lynch had ever felt to being a dreamer. of course, never in his wildest imagination had he thought of himself as a father. Not only did he have a fantastic fear of doing it all wrong, but in trying to be both that and older brother to Matthew and Ronan, he wasn’t sure he’d accomplished any of it very well at all.
But when he looked at Saoirse Lynch, a blue-eyed bundle of tiny details and wispy, dark near-curls, he thought that maybe he just might have done something right. He’d berated his carelessness relentlessly for the span of a few nights, pushing it to the back of his mind when she started crying to be fed or changed. After a while, the guilt got buried under learning all the little things about her - tiny fingernails, little burbling noises, and the way her head fit just so on his shoulder.
He helped create her, he’d helped give her life, and she was beautiful. If this was what it was like to hold a dream, he was stricken quite solidly by the wonder and magic of it all. He’d been too young to really appreciate the wonder of Ronan being brought into the world, and too scared of what it had meant for Matthew to be “born.” It was different now; the books all said it was different when you had a child of your own. Declan hadn’t believed it until Saoirse was part of his world. This was, in no possible way, going to be easy. She was another life to protect, nevermind baby formula and diapers. But he loved her as fiercely and deeply as he loved his brothers, his family.
Then and there, he promised he would be a better father than Niall. No, that left a bitter taste in his mouth. Instead, he promised he would be the best father he could.
Isaac tries to hide his werewolf identity from Danny (but of course Danny already knows and this is silly). And Danny tries to hide his criminal record from Isaac (but of course Stiles already told him and this is silly).
12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?
I imagine that Isaac usually sneaks out of Danny’s bedroom window and goes back to Derek’s bus depot or Scott’s house or wherever he’s staying after they hook up, but one time he sleeps over the whole night and that’s when they start getting serious.
16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?
I think they work out a lot and train to make sure they can protect themselves (and each other) the best they can. Knowing they’re ready and in good shape makes them both feel better/more secure.
