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Today's featured fic is "we shall have the world forever for our own" by @quitequaintrelle

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In October 2023, Minnesota horticultural teacher Travis Gienger set the record for the World’s Heaviest Pumpkin with his behemoth gourd, dubbed Michael Jordan, at the 50th World Championship Pumpkin Weigh-Off in Half Moon Bay, California, USA. Pumpkin Michael Jordan clocked in at an astonishing 2,749 lbs (1,247 kg)—the same weight as an average adult male hippopotamus.

However, a new contender for the title has emerged at the annual Harvest Moon Festival in the unassuming village of Wood’s Bottom, West Sussex, UK. Well… it nearly emerged victorious. The pumpkin could have surpassed the record had it not exploded in spectacular fashion a few moments ago.

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Word Count: 64,598

Rating: Mature

Out of all four of the Styles children, Harry has always been the most adored. He is the handsome, intelligent, and oh so charming golden child of the family, the perfect son who will soon be married to the perfect woman, a beauty queen named Victoria Astaire. Despite how loved he is among all who reside in the affluent town of Alton, his siblings absolutely despise him. In order to stain his squeaky-clean reputation and get their traditional, old fashioned parents to despise him as much as they do, they devise a plan that involves Harry’s giving nature, the desperation of a mother and father, and a mischievous boy who doesn’t give a damn about what’s proper.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9602366/chapters/21694049

Today's featured fic is "Such sweet compulsion" by HolRose

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It was raining outside the bookshop. Not heavily, it was the kind of spring rain where you can look up in the sky and not be clear where, exactly, the raindrops currently soaking you are coming from. The sun kept coming out, then going in again. Crowley imagined rainbows arcing over the roof of the building, which felt a lot to the former demon like the best of portents. He and Aziraphale were engaged in packing up the bookshop prior to moving to the cottage in West Sussex that they had settled on as their retirement home together. Crowley couldn’t believe his good fortune, and had never in his life been so unadulteratedly happy.

The sun’s yellow light beamed now and again through the windows of the small flat at the top of the venerable building, casting bars of warmth and shadow sporadically across where Crowley sat on the bed, deeply engaged in his rummaging. There came to his ear the swift metallic clip of footsteps on the spiral stair, succeeded by the sound of a familiar tread on the linoleum of the tiny landing.

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Derek picks up another glass of champagne, and that’s when he sees him. A man stands at the edge of the room, chewing his lip and staring at the dance floor longingly. Every person walks past him. Derek must have done it a hundred times this evening. -- Derek is not one for dancing, but at a ball he meets Stiles, an orphan, and he becomes quickly attached. He does not care what other people think about Stiles' wealth and status, but it's a lot harder for Stiles to ignore the comments that have haunted him his whole life.