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High Infidelity

Regulus Black x f!reader, Sirius Black x f!reader (mentioned)

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight mention of fingering, underage drinking, cheating sorry guys i couldn’t stop myself

summary: your boyfriend sirius and his friends have never felt welcoming. but his little brother is…

word count: 5.3k

a/n: once again i’m bad at summaries so basically you fuck regulus spoiler alert hahaha. inspired by taylor swift of course. she’s been inspiring too much smut from me tbh. anywaysss. hope you enjoy (my sneaky link “broke up” w me today and i’m devastated) so here’s this !!!

~~~

April 20, 1978

“That’s precisely what I was thinking Moony!”

“Are you sure Padfoot? I got the understanding that it was you and Prongs who shared thoughts.”

“I second that.”

“Honestly I believe if James didn’t have Lily, you blokes would be together.”

“Definitely.”

“Well, Sirius also has y/n as well.”

You felt the boy beside you brush your shoulder with his, and you gave him a smile. “Oh, yes.”

The conversation continued, but you zoned out once again. You played with the vegetables on your plate and tapped your foot. Anxiety was a common thing you felt during meals with your boyfriend and his friend group. They were wonderful, but you always felt they had something secretly against you.

You were a year younger than your boyfriend, you were in Slytherin, you were pureblood, and you were cordial with the other members of your house. You weren’t stupid enough to believe the Marauders didn’t suspect something bad of you, or the Gryffindor girls. Some of them were muggle born and while you didn’t care much for blood purity, you could tell they thought you did.

When you and Sirius had begun dating a few months earlier, you were far from oblivious to the initial disapproval of his friends. You could see the skeptical looks Lily would share with her friends; you could hear the small whispers in classes. It didn’t bother you at first, in fact, you understood their distrust. You thought it would go away with time. But by the end of your second month dating their friend, you realized it was never going to change.

Your relationship with Sirius in short was far from perfect. You liked him, of course, and he liked you. However, it was clear neither of you saw it lasting forever. Deep in the corners of your mind, you’d thought it that before, a life with the infamous Sirius Black. You imagined the two of you would get your own flat after you graduated, you’d be shunned of course by your family, but it wouldn’t matter because you’d have him. Realistically though, you knew that life would never be possible. If he didn’t care enough to tell you why he sneaks off on full moons, if he didn’t care enough to let you in on jokes, if he didn’t care enough to even assure his friends fully that you weren’t like the rest of your house, you’d never have a life with him.

Without thinking about it, your eyes drifted across the great hall to a certain person in your house. He sat straight with a smile on his face as he conversed with his mates. A piece of his hair was in his eye, you watched as he brushed it away. You always wondered why people said he wasn’t as good-looking as his brother. He was just as handsome in your opinion. He was tall, his eyes were starry, and his black curls were never frizzy. His accomplishments spoke for themself. Top of the year, star seeker for Slytherin, prefect, he was the ideal boy. His only flaw in your eyes was his obsession with Voldemort and blood purity. Though your family and his were close in that aspect, you never cared much for the topic. He did though.

Suddenly, his eyes met yours. You watched his smile falter for a few seconds and a different expression formed. You looked away quickly, your cheeks turned pink. That wasn’t the first time you’d been caught staring at Regulus Black during dinner. It was far from it.

~~~

That night you sat alone by the fire in your common room. You’d been invited up to Sirius’s dorm with a promise that the other Marauders wouldn’t be there, but you declined. Sirius was a great shag; it would be impossible for him not to be with how many girls he’d been with. Truthfully, you didn’t like the number of girls that came before you, but you never said anything. You simply weren’t in the mood that night for any more patronizing looks, so you opted to silently work on homework instead.

After some time of working, the door opened. You instinctively looked up and found your pulse quicken as you were met with the beautiful eyes of Regulus Black. He was with his friends, Barty Crouch Jr, and Evan Rosier, but his eyes were on you. You looked down at the sheets of paper in your lap and pretended to not notice the sound of Regulus telling his friends to go up to their dorm without him. When they left though, you were forced to drop the act.

“I thought you’d be up in the Gryffindor tower with all your blood traitor and mudblood friends,” he said after taking a few steps closer to you.

You swallowed and kept your eyes on your paper. “I wasn’t in the mood, and they aren’t really my friends.”

“Really? Y/n you’re shagging my brother I’m not daft.”

He was slowly getting closer; you could see his shoes in your peripheral vision. You subconsciously held your breath. You kept your composure as well as you could.

“Great observation Reg, not as if the whole school knows that. And besides, since when have you cared about that?”

“I always care when someone with blood as pure as yours taints it with someone like my blood traitor brother,” he replied as if it were obvious. “Plus, if you have forgotten I’ve caught you staring at me at least a dozen times within the past month.”

Your cheeks turned bright red. “About that-”

“Look at me.”

His sudden authority made a warm feeling spread in your stomach. Slowly, you lifted your head to look up at him. He was close, barely a foot away. There was an expression on his face you once again couldn’t fully understand. You watched him examine your blushing face in silence.

“Go on then, explain yourself,” he said after a few seconds.

“I didn’t mean to; it was just an... accident,” you mumbled, your eyes moving around the room as you spoke.

Regulus tisked and without warning bent down slightly and gently touched his fingers to your chin. You were speechless. “I prefer to be looked at when spoken to y/n it’s a sign of respect. Can you do that?” You nodded and he moved to his previous position of standing. “Continue.”

“Like I said it was an accident, I sort of space out a lot and I guess my eyes go back to our table,” you continued. You stared in his eyes the entire time as your heart began to beat in your ears.

“I would’ve believed that if it had happened only once or twice, but this has been quite a few times. What is Sirius not fulfilling you enough?”

“No, it’s nothing like that he’s great I just... I dunno. You’re just...” You found it hard to speak with his eyes on you. “I dunno all right? Let’s just forget it’s ever happened yeah?”

It was the truth. You really didn’t know what it was that made you stare at him. It was just something. He fascinated you with his complexity. Sirius was outgoing and popular, but Regulus was closed off and reserved. He’d only had one known girlfriend in Hogwarts, he only talked to his friends, and he was mysterious. He was the opposite of his brother. And you found it perplexing.

“If you say so,” he spoke after a moment. Then he turned and started to walk toward the staircase to the boy's dorm. But before he was too far, he looked back at you with a sliver of a smirk. “You can talk to me though, if you need to. You don’t have to simply stare because my brother is insecure.”

He disappeared up the stairs before you could reply. And you spent the rest of the evening with his words replaying in your head.

~~~

April 22, 1978

You sat at lunch; Sirius’s arm was draped over your shoulders, and he shook as he laughed hysterically at something James said. You tried to put on a fake smile, but you weren’t sure how convincing it was. There was something about the way Sirius held you that made you feel off. You felt almost trapped. You felt as though you were being tested or put on display.

As if it was a sixth sense, your eyes looked at the one table you’d been purposely avoiding. He was already looking at you, it caused your breath to catch in your throat. For a few seconds, the two of you stared at each other, what felt like a mutual feeling of understanding was communicated through your eyes. So, when he nodded to the doorway you understood completely what he wanted. And you agreed.

“I’ve got to run down to my dorm I just remembered I forgot my essay for McGonagal.” You made up an excuse. From across the hall, you noticed Regulus already walking toward the exit. “I should go get it before class.”

Sirius dropped his arm from your shoulders and smiled. “You’re too forgetful y/n/n, but be quick I was hoping to get a quick snog in before that dreadful class.”

“Right, I’ll be as quick as I can,” you said as you stood up. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, ignoring the eyes that were on you. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“I could never!” He exclaimed as you began to walk away.

Truthfully, you weren’t too sure of where Regulus went. You relied on the gut feeling in your stomach to guide you. With anxiety and anticipation flowing through your body, you made your way down a few halls before you found an abandoned classroom. The door was open a sliver, and somehow you knew it was the one.

He was inside, leaning on one of the desks with his arms crossed over his chest. “Close the door.”

You didn’t hesitate to listen to his request. Once it was closed you turned back to face him. “I don’t... I don’t really know what to say.”

“You looked like you needed to escape, you don’t have to talk,” he replied. His face was almost soft. “Am I the only one who knows how you feel?”

“You don’t know how I feel,” you mumbled.

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Just because you haven’t told me doesn’t mean I can’t read your face. It’s almost unbearable how miserable you look while you sit there. Why do you do it?”

You only stared at him, almost starstruck. Has he always been so observant? Or was your pain noticeable? You didn’t know what came over you, but you only acted on it. Before you could stop yourself, you moved across the room until you were barely a foot away from him. Regulus has always been perceived as cold and rude, but in that moment, he looked at you with sincerity no one could deny. Regulus knew you. That was all it took.

Without another thought you grabbed his tie and crashed your lips on his. His lips were soft and warm. Unlike his brothers, Regulus’s lips didn’t feel as though they’d been kissed thousands of times. He felt far less welcoming but nevertheless inviting. But your senses came flooding back fast and you pushed yourself away from him.

You stepped back and covered your burning lips with your hand. “Oh my... I’m- I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have. Fuck I’m terrible.”

“Y/n-”

“No, I can’t do this. I have to go.” You cut him off as you began to move to the door, tears forming in your eyes.

The last thing you heard was Regulus calling your name before you ran down to your dorm.

~~~

April 23, 1978

He was watching you. You could feel his eyes burning into you through every class and meal. Is that how he felt all those times you’d stared at him? It was uncomfortable, to say the least. You tried to pretend he wasn’t, you really did. But it was nearly impossible. You made sure you were accompanied by Sirius or one of your other friends throughout the entire day until you weren’t.

You were just running to the bathroom. You thought it would be quick enough for him to even notice you slipped out of class. It was stupid of you to think that. Just as you were about to enter the girl's bathroom, you felt a hand grab one of your wrists to stop you.

“You can’t avoid this y/n,” he said softly.

You inhaled sharply, refusing to look at him. “Let me go Regulus.”

“I don’t care about what happened and I’m not going to tell on you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he replied quickly.

“Then what do you want? I just- it was a mistake all right?” You felt your heart pounding in your chest. His hand was still on your wrist, your skin practically burned from the contact.

“Look at me.” His voice was hard. You turned slowly to look at him. His expression was soft, he looked almost... worried. “I know we’ve never been that close, but I suppose I’m now involved in your issues. You can talk to me; I want you to talk to me. You can’t keep all of whatever you’re feeling built up inside. It’ll only make you act out impulsively like yesterday.”

You let out a shaky breath. “It was a mistake. It should have never happened I was just... overwhelmed.”

“I know. And I don’t blame you.”

You hated how he said just the right words to make you fold completely.

“They don’t trust me. Even your brother. They seem to think I have some deep plot or that I want to murder the muggle-borns. It’s just... it’s too much Reg. I hate being constantly watched, it’s like they’re waiting for me to make a wrong move that proves their theories.”

“So, why don’t you leave?”

His question caught you off guard. Why didn’t you leave? You hadn’t really thought about it. Sure, you knew that you and Sirius were going to end eventually. But you hadn’t given much thought to how it would occur. Perhaps a mutual agreement? You didn’t know. And you told Regulus exactly that.

“Well, then it’s your fault you feel this way,” he replied.

You scoffed and pulled your wrist from his grip. “Thanks, Reg, you really know how to cheer a girl up.”

“Do you want me to lie and say it’s not your fault? Sorry, I’ll give it another go. It’s not your fault at all y/n, you’re being forced to be around my blood-traitor brother and all his mud-blood friends.” His voice was cold, but for some reason, it didn’t make you feel small. “Was that better?”

“Listen I know I have the choice but it’s just... it’s hard when you care about someone,” you said, ignoring his question.

He sighed and shook his head. “If leaving isn’t what you plan on, then I suppose you’ll have to settle on talking to Sirius about how you feel. I assume you haven’t done that yet?” You shook your head, and he rolled his eyes. “Then talk to him and see if maybe that helps.”

“But what if-”

“If he reacts badly then you break up with him, it’s not that hard to comprehend y/n. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to return to our class, so no one gets any more suspicious.” He cut you off.

You were left outside the girl's bathroom with your mind racing, and your wrist still tingling where Regulus had held it.

~~~

April 25, 1978

It took you over a day to muster up the courage to follow through with Regulus’s suggestion. No wonder you weren’t in Gryffindor. The opportunity for you to speak with Sirius alone came after lunch when the two of you had a free period. As usual, you spent most of the time up in Sirius’s bed. So, as the two of you laid next to each other, spent from another good time, you decided it was a good time to bring up how you felt.

“Sirius,” you spoke softly. Your head was on his chest, your fingers drawing circles on his skin. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“’ Course love, anything,” he replied sweetly.

You inhaled deeply and kept your head down. “We’ve been seeing each other for a decent amount of time now and I’ve enjoyed it very much, but it’s just...” You swallowed. “Your friends... they don’t accept me.”

“How do you mean?”

“Come on, don’t you see how they treat me? They always give me these looks; they whisper about me. I’m sure they’ve all voiced their concern about me to you,” you answered.

“They don’t mean it to make you feel bad, they just you know... Lily is muggle-born, and so is Mary.”

“I’m aware of that. That has nothing to do with me, you should know I don’t care about blood status.”

“Well yes but your house, the people you are friends with, they care. You can’t blame my friends for being weary.”

You sat up and looked at Sirius, suddenly full of anger. “I am not like the other people in my house, and it’s hypocritical for them to judge me based on that. Have I ever proven myself to be anything like the other Slytherins?”

“No, but-”

“But nothing Sirius. I’m not like them, and it hurts that you don’t even bother to make your friends believe that.” You cut him off. You got off his bed and began to gather your clothes. “It’s clear I’m not welcome here.”

“Y/n-”

You began to button your shirt. “No Sirius it’s fine, I understand. I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be welcoming, I suppose that assumption was wrong too.”

Just as you were about to bend down to retrieve your tie, you felt Sirius’s warm hands on your hips. Instinctively, you turned to look at him. He stared up at you with a frown on his face. You hated how perfect he still looked with such a sour expression.

“You’re right, I should advocate for you more. I’ll do that from now on. You are nothing like the other Slytherins, you’re perfect y/n. I’m sorry for not catching on to this sooner.” His words were sincere, you could tell. It made your anger subside.

“Thank you,” you said, a small smile on your lips.

“Now, can you get back into bed for a little longer?” He asked.

You nodded with a chuckle and slid back beneath the sheets. Though you felt relieved and happy at the outcome of your conversation, you couldn’t help but think about what Regulus’s reaction to the news would be.

For some reason, you knew he wouldn’t be pleased.

~~~

April 26, 1978

His eyes searched your face; you tried your hardest to keep your expression neutral. The two of you were up in the astronomy tower, the glow of the moon and stars your only source of light. You didn’t know why you felt almost ashamed telling him about the conversation you had with Sirius. Something deep within you knew the outcome wasn’t what the younger Black brother wanted.

“I’m a bit confused,” he said after a moment of silence.

“What about?”

“If the conversation truly went as you say it did, why aren’t you happy?”

“What do you mean? I am happy. I think I even saw a bit of improvement today,” you answered honestly.

Regulus only shrugged and turned to look off the balcony. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“I really am happy Reg this is what I wanted. Now they won’t be so judgmental and perhaps I’ll start to finally feel welcomed,” you replied.

You stared at him for a minute. The soft glow of the moonlight illuminated his features in a way you’d never seen before. He was handsome. With his sharp jawline, his dark curly hair, and his prominent cheekbones how could he not be handsome?

Eventually, he turned his eyes back to you, and for a split second, your breath caught in your throat. There was something intense in his light eyes that you couldn’t decode. It made heat rush straight to your face.

“All right, if that’s what you want,” he said. “See you around.”

With that, he left. And you almost followed him, almost.

~~~

April 27, 1978

Something was wrong with you. Very wrong.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the one boy in Hogwarts you really shouldn’t have been thinking about. It was wrong, especially in the way you were thinking about him. You tried to distract yourself in every way you could. With your friends, with Sirius, with schoolwork. But nothing worked.

Perhaps it was the intense dream you’d had the previous night that kept your mind wandering. After all, who could simply brush off an intense sexual dream about their boyfriend's brother? It made you blush and feel ashamed each time it crossed your mind throughout the day. And when you saw Regulus around the school, you almost fell apart.

It was as though a switch had been flipped inside you. Gone were the innocent friendly thoughts you had about the younger Black brother. They were replaced by awfully inappropriate ones.

But you were determined to make them vanish. Because to act on such thoughts would be terrible.

Right?

~~~

April 28, 1978

Avoiding Regulus was hard given he was in almost all your classes, and he shared the same common room as you. But you tried your hardest. You spent the day clung to Sirius as much as you could, despite the fact you were upset with him. Being around him meant being away from his brother. That was the important thing.

Things between you and Sirius’s friends had not changed much. You wondered if he had even said anything to them. If he did, it didn’t seem like it. It hurt you, but it didn’t occupy your thoughts as much as it previously had.

Actually, it made you realize something you were too afraid to admit.

Regulus seemed to care more about your feelings than your boyfriend.

That thought scared you. And it only made your improper thoughts about him grow.

~~~

April 29, 1978

You sat up in the Astronomy tower with your legs dangling off the balcony, a bottle of firewhiskey beside you. For the first time in months, you couldn’t deal with your thoughts without a substance. Luckily your boyfriend had a stash of alcohol and was able to spare you a small bottle. So, you took it with a big thank you and practically ran up to the tower. You needed to clear your head. You needed to escape.

There was a slight breeze, it made you clutch your robe tighter around your body. The alcohol helped too. You took another swig, a sigh escaping your lips at the feeling. You liked the way it made your chest warm, and how it made the thoughts of Regulus fade.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps. You gathered the bottle into your robe but remained seated. Whoever it was, they’d catch you anyway. There weren’t many hiding spaces in the tower. So, you prepared for an angry Filch to scold you.

“I figured you’d be up here, your roommates said they hadn’t seen you, neither did my brother.” The gentle voice of the boy you were trying to avoid spoke.

You whipped your head around fast, your mouth hung open slightly. He was only a few feet away from you, and still getting closer. “You talked to him about me?”

“Told him we have a project together and he still wasn’t very welcoming. I see why you feel out of place now,” he answered as he lowered himself to sit beside you. “Care to share any of that with me?”

“Since when do you drink Mr. Prefect?” You questioned skeptically.

He shrugged. “I’ve indulged before, is that surprising? I am almost of age you know.”

“You just don’t seem like the type that’s all,” you replied honestly. You removed the bottle from under your robe and handed it to him. “I’m a bit ahead of you though.”

Regulus didn’t reply. Instead, he popped the cap off the bottle and took a few swigs. You watched carefully, unable to hide your smile when his face scrunched up from the bitterness. Even then, he was still beautiful.

“Wine is much better than this,” he said after a minute as he handed the bottle back to you.

You nodded. “Taste wise, yes, but this gets you drunk much faster.”

“Is that what you want? To get drunk?”

You nodded again and took a swig from the bottle. He had a point, firewhiskey tasted awful. But you needed it, especially since Regulus had caught you alone and even more because he looked far too good in the moonlight.

“I thought things were going to get better with my brother,” he spoke.

“I thought so too but it seems he isn’t good at keeping his word,” you replied with a frown.

Regulus chuckled and took the bottle again. “Well look at him, he’s a filthy blood traitor, what do you see in him?”

“He’s kind, outgoing, very fun to party with, and of course one of the most handsome boys in the school,” you answered. You couldn’t help but smile when Regulus rolled his eyes. “None of that matters though. We’ll be splitting up soon.”

“Yeah?”

The hope in his voice was undeniable. It made your heart rate quicken.

“Yeah. He’ll be leaving school soon and we never really planned to last this long anyway so it only makes sense that we’ll be splitting.”

As he handed you the bottle back, your fingers brushed. You held in your breath, your mouth suddenly felt dry, and a tingle began in the small place where his skin met yours. Your eyes met again and from the way his starry eyes suddenly appeared darker you knew he felt what you did.

You should’ve looked away. You knew you should’ve. You’d like to blame the alcohol for the way you felt, but Regulus Black had proven himself to be more magnetic than any boy you’d ever met so there was no use excusing it. So, despite the fact it was wrong, you didn’t move when he started to lean closer.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, his voice quieter than before.

“I’m sure you are,” you replied. He was close, his lips only inches away from yours.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

His eyes were so beautiful, you could barely focus on the words that came out of his mouth. “Because you...”

Your eyes fluttered shut and you felt his soft lips brush against yours. He was so gentle; you could barely even feel him. And after only a few seconds he pulled back. Your eyes remained closed.

“Because I’m...?”

“Reg, don’t make me ask you.”

“Oh, but I want to hear it so bad.”

“Just shut up and kiss me already.”

He didn’t hesitate to fulfill your request and soon enough he was kissing you with an intensity you weren’t sure you ever felt before. One of his hands fell to your waist, his fingers quickly untucking your shirt from your skirt. You let your fingers run through his curls as you’d imagined doing so many times over the previous days.

When he pushed you back and urged you to lie down, you did it. When he pushed your knees apart and slid between your legs you didn’t protest. It was terrible, you were cheating on your boyfriend with his little brother. But at that moment no thoughts could even register in your head. All you could think about was how good Regulus’s body felt against yours and how good he was at kissing.

Perhaps things moved faster than they should’ve. Perhaps they should’ve never moved in that direction to begin with. Either way, within only a few minutes both of your robes were discarded and one of Regulus’s hands was between your thighs. His lips remained on yours as he toyed with you, his soft kiss engulfed each of your moans. You traced your fingertips up and down his back, your hand under his shirt. He was soft but rough, he was perfect.

“I want you,” he suddenly whispered against your lips.

Your eyes opened, he pulled back a bit, and your eyes met his. He didn’t stop his fingers; you could barely think of what to say. “I want you too Reg.”

“Right now?” He asked.

“Right now,” you assured him breathlessly.

You watched him fumble with his belt for a few seconds before he distracted you with another kiss. He was intoxicating, to say the least. Every one of your senses was flooded with Regulus Black. The scent of his cologne, the feeling of his hands under your skirt, the taste of the firewhiskey he’d previously drank, the sound of his shallow breath, the brief glimpses you stole of his pretty face, it was almost too much for you to handle.

Once his belt was finally undone you felt him shift and you knew what was to come. You didn’t think of stopping him for a second. Instead, you threaded your fingers back in his black curls and held him tighter. He pushed your panties to the side and without warning began to slowly push his cock inside you.

You bit down on his lip, your back arched off the floor, and your thighs squeezed around him. He didn’t stutter with his movements and began to thrust in and out at a pace that made your head spin and your insides warm.

After a few minutes, he began to trail his mouth down your neck, the sensation making it impossible for you to stay quiet. You gripped one of his biceps with your hand and your eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you. He was careful despite the heat of the moment, however. You were silently grateful. No marks would be left on your skin.

“Reg,” you moaned. “Fuck Reg.”

He staggered for a moment. “Are you okay?” The vibration of his voice on your skin made you almost moan again.

“Yes, yes. Please don’t stop,” you whimpered.

It would be impossible for you to know exactly how long it went on. But by the time it was over, you felt no effects from the alcohol you’d drank before. You came hard, arguably harder than you’d ever come in your life. Regulus did something to you that you couldn’t understand. So, when he asked if it was ok for him to finish inside you said yes.

The two of you laid next to each other in the aftermath, a few inches between your bodies. Sweat covered the inside of your shirt, and another substance leaked between your thighs. You only stared at the ceiling and the stars above as you steadied your breathing.

“I won’t tell,” Regulus said after some time.

“Thank you,” you replied quietly. You were still in a daze; your mind couldn’t process what had just occurred. You sat up, your back was already starting to ache. “I should go.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Regulus sit up too. “Yeah, you should.”

You slid your robe over your arms and straightened out your tie and shirt. Before you stood, you made sure to grab the bottle of firewhiskey and conceal it under your clothes. You looked down at Regulus briefly, he was already looking at you. It made your face heat up.

You gave him a weak smile. “I’ll um... I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You escaped before anything else could be said and raced down to your dorm.

The whole night you tossed and turned in bed, your head full of thoughts that would not let you sleep. You cheated on Sirius. With his brother. It was almost unimaginable. You’d never thought of cheating before, it never crossed your mind. But there you were a cheater.

You just hoped Sirius wouldn’t ask where you were on April 29th.

Because he really wouldn’t want to know.

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morganbritton132 · 1 year ago

Note

Next week Nancy posts a tik tok of Eddie in one of these tents at the soccer game. He couldn’t handle all the bugs so he bought one of these and a fancy fan to keep him cool. She pans to Eddie who is just flipping off the camera

It builds up to the tent.

It first starts with Eddie posting a TikTok complaining about the mosquitos like, I thought we were killing this planet. Why are these fuckers out in droves?? Followed by another TikTok of Eddie shaming Steve after a game for not being sympathetic enough about the literal vampire attack he survived.

Steve, literally applying calamine lotion to his bites, “You’re fine.”

“They stole my blood!” Eddie exclaims. “Look how pale I am!”

“You’re always this pale.”

“I’ve been bitten less by bats.”

And you know what? Eddie was just going to suck it up. He was going to just sit there and endure in order to support his husband and his wildest jock endeavors, and not just because Nancy’s been roasting the shit out of him every Saturday for the last three weeks, but then. Then he got bit on the ass.

He has a mosquito bite on his ass. How???

So, he furiously drives to a sporting goods store and buys himself a little tent. He throws in a portable fan and even buys a new cooler, and it’s great. It’s 10/10, definitely improved the whole situation now that he’s not being eaten alive again. Nancy can laugh all she wants with her frizzy hair, he doesn’t care.

“POV,” Nancy says in a mockup of Eddie’s TikTok voice. He looks up from his phone and gives her the most unimpressed look. “When people think you’re a Satan-worshipping cult leader but in reality, you’re just a little bitch that can’t handle the outdoors.”

She looks away from the camera and smiles at him. Eddie doesn’t say anything, just flips her off.

Later, Nancy posts another TikTok of Robin talking about her game-winning goal. Meanwhile, in the background, Steve gives Eddie a kiss through the netting of his tent.

#Eddie: *nearly knocking his tent over because there’s a mosquito inside it with him*#Steve doesn’t get bit at all and Eddie doesn’t understand what secret power he has #when the secret power is just bug spray #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #Nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley

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kteezy997 · 11 months ago

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The Emperor’s Wife: Part Three//Paul Atreides

Warnings:smut, threesome, like it gets right to it, doggy, fingering, dirty talk, reader briefly questions her sexuality, presence of cum, female receiving oral sex, mention of pregnancy

18+ readers only!!

You felt at ease now that you knew Chani wasn’t going to kill you, she didn’t even seem upset after finding you and her man in bed together.

“Fremen women have always shared their men. And I know that you love him, y/n. So I give you both my blessing to be together.”

Paul sighed softly, wrapping his arms around her slender body, nestling his cheek against her torso. “I love you, Chani.” he proclaimed, pressing a little kiss to her abdomen.

You watched as Chani ran her hand over Paul’s messy, dirty curls as he looked up at her, “I think… I would like to join you and her.” she said.

Paul quirked his brow at her, curiously, "Really?"

.........

You were astonished as he took her right then. Chani's layered robe was peeled off in an instant, and Paul bent her over the bed. She whimpered and moaned as he fucked her from behind.

You felt like a pervert, sitting there watching them. Paul look so hot and flushed as his face contorted while he rammed the pussy of his beloved concubine.

You were getting wet again, just by watching them. Chani cried out in pleasure, and she gripped hard onto the bedsheets in front of her. Paul was sweating, he smirked at you, then leaned over to push Chani down further with his hand between her shoulder blades. Her cries were thus muffled by the mattress.

No longer could you fight the urge to kiss him, to touch him. You got up and wrapped your arms around him, careful to not disrupt their sex, and you put your lips on his. He kissed you back, moaning onto your lips. You kissed his face, along his jaw, all while running your hands over his slick body.

His eyes pierced through you, and you shoved his disheveled hair out of his vision. Then he looked down at Chani, he stared at his cock pumping in and out of her. You felt your own pussy throb as you heard the slapping sound between him and her.

Paul's other wife was a beauty, so natural and raw. Her deep caramel skin glowed under the bedroom lighting. You put your hand on her hip as she bucked back at Paul. Chani's flesh was silky to the touch, her body was lean and strong. You could see why Paul wanted to be bound to her forever.

You were pulled into a warm, sticky embrace by your husband. Paul kissed your face and neck feverishly. His arm snaked around your body and the other slid down the front of you, dipping down between your folds. You shivered at the feeling.

"So wet for your husband, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice raspy as he spoke with his breath hitting your cheek.

You nodded, leaning against him as he rubbed your clit, "Yes." you answered, closing your eyes.

"Do you like watching me and Chani?" he probed, nibbling on the crook of your neck.

"mm-hmm." you hummed.

Paul inserted his fingers inside you. You throbbed around his digits as they rammed into you.

Chani paused, and collapsed onto the bed, panting.

"You think she wants to watch us?" he asked you, slowing up the pace of his fingering. He kissed you chastely, and before you could even think of answering, he shoved you down.

You gasped loudly as your face bounced on the softness of the bed in a quick manner, and Paul's hands were on your bottom, squeezing your flesh as his cock was shoved into you again. "Ahhh!" you cried. You lay your head to the side, and saw Chani laying next to you.

Her frizzy curls were a little wilder now, and she smiled softly at you. Her eyes were bright blue, but obviously tired. She ran her hand through your hair and kissed you on the cheek.

Paul continued to fuck you roughly, and Chani lightly massaged your back, caressing your tight muscles to soothe you. She gave you sweet, supportive kisses on your face and lips.

You had never fancied a woman before. In fact, Paul is the first person you ever had any love, desire, or lust for. Everything was happening so fast this night, and it was so new that you didn't know whether or not you were actually attracted to Chani, but you were glad that she was there with you. She had a very kind, inviting nature about her.

Your pussy throbbed and convulsed around the emperor's swollen cock. You felt his hips stir against you. But your pussy was suddenly empty, and you missed his cock as soon as he had pulled it out. You heard Paul groan, and you looked behind you to see him pumping his cock hard and fast with his hand.

Chani crawled over to him, waiting for him to burst, and he did. His sperm sprayed out in several ropes, on your ass, his hand, and Chani caught some on her tongue, swallowing it an obedient sort of way.

Paul stopped jerking his cock, looking at Chani then at you with a chuckle. He shook his head, then collapsed on to his back next to you. Chani, in turn, laid on the other side of him.

The three of you relaxed on the bed for a while. Paul put an arm around each of you. You cuddle up to his side, kissing his chest, letting your fingers slowly dance along his flat stomach.

He and Chani had started kissing, and she giggled lightly. However, you didn't feel jealous, not anymore. You didn't feel excluded. Paul kept his arm around you, and he stopped to turn and give you a kiss as well. You tucked your leg onto his as he gave little pecks to your cheek and nuzzled into your neck.

You saw Chani lean into his ear, whispering something. Paul grinned at her in response. He kissed your forehead, then rolled over on top of Chani. She was smiling and giggling. You were growing to admire the playfulness between the two of them. Paul dipped down, his face between her thighs. She locked her long legs around him, and he started to eat her out.

You looked on, watching Chani's eyes slowly begin to close, she moaned, bit her lip, and ran her fingers into her hair. He small breasts heaved, her nipples peaking as her man pleasured her with his mouth. She managed to open her eyes, and she looked over at you, "Did he lick your pussy, y/n?" she asked in a breathy tone.

You swallowed, "Y-yes, briefly."

"Oh, he's got such a natural talent for it." she gasped and you saw him shaking his head back and forth with his mouth on her pussy.

Paul brought Chani to an orgasm within a couple of minutes.

When they finished, she came down from her high as he cuddled her and she said, "I'm going to go get cleaned up. Usul, you should too. You're filthy."

He chuckled at her remark, watching her get up from the bed, and you tried to stop yourself from smirking.

Paul rolled over, getting half on top of you and he brought a hand up to cradle your head. "This night has been incredible. I'm so happy you came." he smiled down at you softly, then kissed your lips.

"Me too." you said, in between kisses. He had a way of looking at you that made your heart soar.

"I think you should know that Chani is pregnant." he whispered.

You gulped, knowing that you would never have the opportunity to have a child because of your political marriage. "That's wonderful for you both. And for House Atreides."

The Bene Gesserit were desperate to save Paul's lineage. They wouldn't be pleased with Chani as the one to bear the heir, but it was the better option to having no heir at all.

You couldn't help but be saddened at the thought of never having children. Paul told you when you were married that you could have other men, though you never desired it, but no children.

"My dear wife, you now have my love. I could be swayed to also give you a child whenever you wish. The vow I made when we were married is entirely faulty now.” he smirked.

Your heart raced, and you smiled beyond your ability to control, “You mean that? I can have your child?"

"Of course. Now, my child with Chani will be the rightful heir to House Atreides and the throne-"

"I don't care.” you said, cutting him off, “I've lived with royalty my whole life. I just want to enjoy a child, for who they are, not who they are meant to be."

Paul smiled, "You are a unique Bene Gesserit. They make plans in centuries."

"My only plans are to love and be loved by you, Paul Atreides."

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skatingbi · 1 year ago

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So hear me out on my headcanon guys:

Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.

The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"

Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.

Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.

When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.

When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.

Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.

His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.

Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.

As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.

"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.

"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.

"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.

A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?

These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.

Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.

" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.

"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.

"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."

"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."

"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.

His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.

He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.

"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.

Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-

Oh. His eyes.

Shit.

Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.

Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.

"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.

He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.

It doesnt.

Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.

It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.

Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.

"What the fuck."

#Bro...I will make this a series on god #like man...writing the second half of this was SO FUCKIN FUN #Anyways sanji has heterochromia supremacy #zosan #one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji being called beautiful is his gay awakening #and he's late preparing breakfast after that #he'll probably smoke an entire pack of cigs after that too #somebody help this poor disaster #Sanji has Heterochromia

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cheezeybread · 7 months ago

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hihi! I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you'd do head cannons with any of the first years you want (romantic expt Ortho obvi) where the reader has natural wavy/curly hair (2C/3A) and always straightens it,but one day their straighter broke and they had to go to school with their natural hair?

HECK YEAH

As a curly-haired girlie myself, this just hits different <3

𝙁𝙩: 𝘼𝙘𝙚, 𝘿𝙚𝙪𝙘𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙤, 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙠

I'm SoRrY I can't write Epel that well :(

𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙇𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙎

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

Literally doesn't even notice anything is different.

Maybe he'll have a feeling that something's off....but he can't quite figure out what....

You're gonna have to tell him straight-up, baby, he's about as thick in the head as they come. Ain't nothing getting in his brain.

Of course, once you tell him, Ace tries to play it off like he knew but was just waiting for YOU to be comfortable enough to share it with him.

God love him, he tries to hard to be cool.

But by golly, he absolutely LOVES this natural hair of yours now that he notices it

He's totally gonna think of reasons to drag you all over school grounds, just so everyone in the entire school can see you and your fancy-dancy hair!

Even if you tell him you don't think it's fancy-dancy, he does NOT agree and WILL keep calling it that.

The next day, when you come to classes with it straightened again, he's obviously gonna sulk about it a little bit...and after he overhears something about straightened hair losing its straight-ness when wet....he's gonna find a way to dump water on you so he can see your wavy hair again!

Which might be the wrong route, but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of your hair.

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𝐃𝐄𝐔��𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

"Ohhhh, my mom straightens her hair, too! Why not just leave it natural?"

He's well-versed with the world of hair-styling simply from his mother's own routines when she was younger.

Now that he knows your secret, he's totally gonna buy you hair supplies specifically FOR your natural hair...you know, he was just out shopping at the school store and came across this special cream that reduces frizziness, why don't you try it out??

Of course, if you tell him that you prefer to have it straightened (either for convenience, or because you're self-conscious about it), he'll do his best to support your decision, and he'll stop buying the wavy hair products.

Heck, he'll even try his hand at straightening your hair for you!

He'll burn his fingers a lot the first few tries (which he makes you "kiss the pain away". He's a bit cringe, but hey, he's your cringe), but soon enough, he'll be an expert with that sucker!

You now have a new hairstylist! Tadaaaa

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋

He's such a king, he notices right away what's up with your hair and gives you a nod of appreciation.

Jack may not be the best with words, especially not words of affection, but he's working on it for you! So expect some shy compliments of how nice you look!

You can even catch him whispering under his breath sometimes about how he "likes the look" and you should "wear it more often", but if you ask him to repeat what he said so you can hear it better, he'll get flustered and say something like "I SAID IT'S REALLY HOT OUT"

He's pretty chill about the whole thing, ngl. He doesn't try to pressure you to straighten it again nor leave it how it is, he just appreciates it whatever style it's in. The natural look, he's just considering it as a treat!

PLEASE start wearing your natural hairstyle around this poor man, because he's not going to ask you to do it, even though he reeeeeally wants you to.

Poor Jack just figures that you should do what you want- after all, it IS your hair.

Once he learns about straight + wetness = curly hair, expect some swim dates, and walks in the rain.

You've been warned

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𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

The poor little dude is trying so hard to figure out what's wrong with you at first

But then when he gets closer to you, he realizes that it's just your hair, in a different style!

He knows that people can curl their hair, straighten it, and do whatever they want to it, so why should he be so surprised?

More likely than not, he already knew your hair type was different from the straight hairstyle you wore everyday, simply from scanning you for injuries when he hangs out with you (Yes, he most definitely checks you over every time, he can't have his friend getting hurt and not do anything about it!)

Once you tell him your tale of woe regarding your hair straightener, Ortho lights up and offers to fix it for you! He also has a built-in mini hair-straightener (because he has everything else, why not!) and offers to straighten your hair right here, right now, if you want!

Truth be told, he likes any of your hairstyles, so wear whatever you want with pride!

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𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓

Yells very loudly when he first sees you: "WITCH, THEY'RE A WITCH"

But then he realizes that they're all at a school for magic-users, and that you're the only one amongst them that DOESN'T actually have magic!

So he's just very confused as to how you changed you hair so suddenly.

When you tell him about your hair straightener breaking and how this is your natural kind of hair, he immediately wants to see the straightener.

He's so awestruck by this little device that's an over-glorified piece of hot iron.

"I WILL TAKE THIS MACHINE UNDER MY CHARGE", he loudly exclaims, taking your hair straightener and rushing back to the Diasomnia house.

He'll definitely get someone in Ignihyde to fix it (Or, rather, he'll get Lilia to go in his stead to get someone to fix it, but once it's all nice and working again, he's gonna use that sucker until it breaks again!

Everyone in Diasomnia walks around with badly-straightened hair. Half of the dorm member's hair is already straight, so Sebek tried to make it even STRAIGHTER.....there's a thick hair-burnt smell hanging around the dorm.

But yeah, you're not getting your straightener back after that. Besides, Sebek likes your wavy hair! It matches your personality a lot more, in his opinion ;)

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#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade #twst deuce #deuce spade x reader #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #ortho shroud

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ethereange · 8 months ago

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you saw him first. it had always been that way, your perceptiveness betraying you. a quick run to the store for some painkillers after you popped the last couple for a migraine, left you frozen in place at the sight of the ash blonde. your awareness heightened at the fact you were in a giant, beat-up hoodie with mismatched socks, your hair frizzy and gave the impression that you were hungover. and suddenly toughing through a headache at home didn't seem so bad right now.

katsuki was scanning over the jars of protein powder. his hand reached for the one with clean white packaging and a simple black font. the one he always liked. but it faltered, retreating, skipping over to one with a blue label.

since when did he like blue?

your head was throbbing and waves of tears threatened to form at your eyes, but you knew it wasn't from the pain.

he turned around, and all you could do was face the hopelessness of his gaze locking with yours. with him seeing firsthand the look on your face that would crack open until your heart shattered all over the tiled floor.

but it never happened. he never even looked your way.

"kacchan, did you find anything?"

kacchan? but it wasn't izuku's voice..

"i told ya to stop callin' me that," katsuki grumbled.

"i know, but it's so cute! i can't help it after deku used it for you!"

you clutched your bottle of advil. her clothes sat just right. her hair was what you spent two hours in front of the mirror with an iron for. she had eyes so blue it made the ocean pale.

was that why? was she why you liked blue now?

"oh!" she gasped, "is that the powder i talked about?"

"yeah, but," he sighed, "it's shit and i'm not gettin' it."

"what! how is it bad?" she exclaimed.

"the macros are terrible. i'm gettin' my usual."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"you're no fun," she scoffed, "we need to get some gluten-free snacks, can you come?"

there was a pause, before he said, "nah, i don't eat that crap, i needa check somethin' first." the girl blinked at the bluntness, but shook it off and walked down the aisle.

"need somethin'?"

your heart skipped a beat.

piercing eyes of ruby met yours, the same as they always were. something that took years to read, always changing, always something behind the enchanting hue.

"no-" you whispered, mouth dry. "no," you repeated, clearly this time, "i was just on my way to checkout."

"checkout's the other way if ya didn't know."

your face burned red, but you steeled your gaze as best as you could and nodded, turning away.

"she's an intern, by the way." you stopped.

"what?"

"she's an intern, third-year. but she's not tryna be a sidekick, she's aiming for personal assistant. but i'm not picking her up- too chatty."

you swallowed, "okay, and?"

"just thought you wanted to know," he spoke, softly, as he reshelved the jar. "do you.. have another brand i can try?"

you stared at him, and you sighed. as you stopped at his side, you gazed over the rows of containers. "why didn't you like this one?" you gestured to the one he just placed on the rack.

"the macros were fine... i just don't like blue."

you let a laugh slip out, and a warmth budded in your chest, an all familiar feeling.

the pain of your migraine dulled as the pains of the past were slowly, carefully, starting to be stitched up. because you and katsuki were hunched over the protein powder, just like you were all those years ago. and for some reason it brought a sense of peace that you never thought the sight of him would bring again.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki fluff #katsuki angst #drabbles #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #bnha #mha

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xoblondie · 2 months ago

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Little Dove

Dark! Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary:

TW: this part is mainly story building and there will be a few parts. (I’m thinking 3ish?) Smut in next parts though ;)

A lantern flame illuminated your face as you shuffled between pages of old parchments.

Stuck behind a makeshift desk on a dingy ministry basement floor, the leaking of old pipes was the only thing keeping you company. You had applied to work as reporter for the Daily Prophet, always having a passion for writing, but yet you found yourself as an intern. Your job had you filing others articles, as you sat alone in a secluded office in the corner of hundreds of filing cabinets and bookshelves.

The sound of wings startle you from your work as an owl swoops between the lines of wooden shelves. Dropping a note on your desk and swooping back around the shelves out of site, leaving you alone yet again. Picking up the scribbled parchment you read it and almost jump with joy. The note from your boss giving you an excuse to escape your mildew prison.

Meet me in my office.

- R. Skeeter

You almost trip as you pull yourself out of your desk, not wanting to keep her waiting long. Smoothing your skirt and tucking back your frizzy hair with a scrunchie, you walk through the maze before you to the other side of the room. Before you the golden elevator Gate appears and you step in, taking the enchanted elevator up to Rita’s private office. When you get to her door, you to move your knuckles up to the large wooden door but with a swift motion, you are pulled within.

“No need dear, I knew you were here.” Her mewling voice chimed as she peered up from her green frames. Her bright blonde hair glittered in its pinned curls, accentuating the crimson lipstick she wore. Behind her, her magical quill was scribbling down your every move hastily, as to not miss a single movement you made. She smiles at you as she sets down her own papers and a chair appears with a quick flick of her wand, opposite from her.

“Now have a seat.” You sit down across from her at the chair she conjured, crossing your ankles to appear more mature.

“From what i remember you were a slytherin correct?”

“Yes, most of family is, but we do have some Ravenclaws.” You confirm her statement.

“So I expect you’re quite smart then too?” Rita says with a playful smile. And you sheepishly nod.

“So you may remember Mattheo Riddle? He’s about your age is he not?” You feel your face flush with colour at the mention of your Hogwarts upperclassman, who had been on the front page of the Prophet many times since his time in Hogwarts. The Son of the dark lord and his right hand man. A total opposite image of the older boy you had known at Hogwarts.

“We kind of knew eachother, but he graduated before me and we didn’t talk much.”

Rita gets up and walks over to a shelf picking up a journal and bringing it back over to the desk.

“Oh dear, you’re perfect!” She almost squealed. “I just knew you would be the one for the job.”

“What job?” You shift in your seat, smoothing your skirt again.

“There’s been rumours that lavish death eater parties have been happening, but I think there is more to that story. And obviously they wont let me in. It’s all very hush-hush but you, my Dear, would be the perfect little messenger bird to send in! It’s been the talk of the town for the last week and I MUST be the first person to get my hands on the details!” Rita slides the journal over to you and you open it, skimming through her pages of notes filed with gossip of these events. You can feel her excitement buzzing off of her body. She was like a teen gossiping about her crush with you, rather than your boss.

“It’s been so tight kept that not even a, let’s say a beetle, could get into them without being detected. I can’t even polyjuice myself with the security spells they have! That’s why I need you! Slytherin family, fresh out of Hogwarts, and quite pretty! It’s the perfect mix.” You put her journal down and look up at her as she rambled on. Her hands expressing her words as she paints you her picture.

“So you want me to sneak into a couple parties and tell you what’s happening? That’s it?” Rita stops and thinks for a moment, her emerald dress sparkling in the sunlight of her office.

“Well I am asking you to go into a Death Eater party where any of them could figure out what you’re up to. I mean there is a reason no one knows what happens there Darling.” She eased back into her chair, her red lips curling up again.

“And if I say yes, what’s in it for me?” You cross your arms, waiting to hear out your options. On one hand it wouldn’t be too hard of a task to complete. But on the other, what if you were caught by the Death Eaters. She ponders for a moment, before her eyes sparkle with an idea.

“I’ll publish your work and you can become my own personal assistant.” You feel your jaw drop, failing to hide your temptation. If you were her personal assistant, you could get out of the dingy basement and write your own pieces. Without a second thought you reach your hand over to her and she takes it within her own.

“Deal.” You shake her hand and she jumps out of her seat again.

“Perfect. Let’s get you ready, you have lots to learn before the next one!”

If you had told yourself a month ago that you would be standing in front of the Riddle Manor, you would have checked yourself into St. Mungos immediately. The black dress that had been delivered to your office earlier that morning had somehow hugged you like it had been sewn on your body. An alteration done by Rita, no doubt. But what it had in beauty it lacked in concealing your shivers as the menacing estate welcomed you into its jaws.

On the arm of a man from the ministry, you head towards the doors with the rest of the crowd, fleeing from the cold night. He was your ticket in, a pure blood with family ties to the Dark Lord, earning himself entry. All it took was a little wing manning from Rita and he was wrapped around your finger.

Inside the decor was lavish and dark, creating a powerful ambiance around each of the death eaters and their company. Your family was not pure blood, and had never followed the dark lord like other wizarding family’s so this type of glamour made you feel like a fraud. Stuck on your dates arm, you did your best to note down everything, knowing Rita would want every detail.

As per your plan, he introduced you to others and you played up being his ditzy date.

As the night progressed you noticed high ranked Death Eaters slip away into the halls of the manor. You knew they were up to whatever Rita thought they were and knew this was your ticket to getting you big scoop. Your date had long over drank and was sitting amongst his old school friends. You sat off to the side, with the other girls who had no interest in their dates drunken states. You spot another Death eater slipping out and you decide to follow them out, telling your date you were going for some fresh air.

You watch as the man saunters down the hall, not even bothering to check behind them. When they turn the corner, you pull out your enchanted note pad and start mentally taking notes as you scurry down the hall to follow him. Your note pad starts filling up pages with the scribbles of your thoughts as you note everything you saw in the ballroom.

You follow him down a few hallways and he slips around another hallway, as you go deeper in the Labyrinth of the Manor. However as you round the corner, you are met with a dead end. A hallway where the doors had no light peeking through and no sign that anyone had been down there at all. You walk to the end, where the wall stopped your tracks and tried to inspect for any hidden doors. Anything that might lead you to find where he went and what he was doing.

As you take a step back defeated, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You softly whisper the spell to hid your notepad and you feel someone’s hand slink its way around your waist. Startling you but stopping you from turning to see who had made contact with you.

“Who let you in here, darling.” A cold hand covers your mouth, pulling your back against his body with both hands. A muffled shout escapes your lips as you try to pull yourself away. You could feel his body language shift as he grips you tighter.

“Seems like a little birdy got out of her cage.” You could feel his hot breath against your ear. You were a mouse caught in a trap as his arms pulled you into on of the unoccupied rooms you had just passed.

As you are dragged into the room, his hand leaves your face. Turning you and pushing you against the door, your eyes make contact with Mattheo’s hardened features. This was not the boy you remembered, but a grown up and dangerous man.

“Hello little dove.”

A/N: sorry for the mini hiatus with my fics (didn’t stop me whining on my blog though haha) my life literally went to pieces with midterms, being sick and breaking up with my BF. Anyways I haven’t started on part 2 yet but I’ll definitely start that soon. As for my Theo fic, I’m stuck with the smut so that’s awkward lol.

#xoblondie #slytherin boys #x reader #dark!mattheoriddle #dark!mattheo riddle #I love dark matty #dark matty is the only thing keeping me going rn #harry potter #smut #I’ll be his little dove

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𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 2: Spin the Bottle𖤐

Prologue (recommended to read)

Chapter 1

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 4.4K words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: At the party, your roommate asks you and your friends if you want to play Spin the Bottle.

Notes: Please comment anything I should change to improve this. Also, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK.

Content warning: There are a couple curse words and drinking in this chapter, but they are not too frequent.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!

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“Where’s my brother?” Winnie asked, scanning the nearly vacant Slytherin common room. Next to her, a girl with curly brown hair stood.

“What the bloody hell are you wearing?” Brian sputtered, his maw open and bushy eyebrows bunched together. He looked her up and down, his confused expression apparent on his features.

Winnie tilted her head in visible puzzlement, “It’s a party. Aren’t we supposed to be dressed up to look pretty and stand out?” She looked down at her outfit, “I don’t see what’s wrong with what I’m wearing.” You smiled at her ignorance.

The girl next to her widened her eyes and looked away. Her shoulders shook, attempting to hold back her laughter. Next to you, leaning to the side, one hand on his hip, Brian’s face was contorted into a dumbfounded expression.

You observed Winnie’s odd outfit choice. She wore short overalls with a primarily pastel chequered palette and a small daisy on the front pocket in the middle of her chest. Underneath, you saw a white, overlarge sweater. You thought it was a bit simple for her until you noticed the sleeves looked dipped in colourful paint, peeling off in several areas. It was no doubt Winnie's creative idea. Her socks were also white but had pastel polka dots, and her shoes were black ballerina flats. For a Pureblood, she sure loved Muggle-wear.

You glanced at her face and noted that it was the only area on her body that wasn’t doused with colour. Her frizzy hair was tied up in a low ponytail, a few strands escaping from the coiffure.

You decided to jump into the conversation. “Yes, Winnie, but your outfit is rather,” you paused, searching for the right word, “visible.”

“What’s wrong with visible?” She furrowed her brows.

Before you could respond, Brian stepped in, cutting you off, “Well, we are sneaking around, and if we get caught, it’ll be a problem. We need something more discreet and everyday-wear.”

“But you and (Name) are also wearing nice clothes.” Winnie gestured to your primarily brown outfits.

“Winnie,” you tried reasoning with her, “Brian and I are wearing really dark and simple clothes. It’ll be more difficult to recognise us from a distance since many guys dress similarly, while your outfit is really bright and recognisable.”

She looked down, disappointment etched on her features as realisation dawned on her, “Oh okay…” she mumbled.

The girl next to her caressed her shoulder reassuringly. It was funny because she was at least 180, while Winnie was over a head shorter. That’s when it finally clicked for you.

“Hey, I know you,” the girl looked up at the sound of your voice, “You’re Winnie and Elsie’s roommate, aren’t you? Mary, right? I’m not the best at names.” You smiled at her, and she nodded, a silent gesture of affirmation.

“Anyway,” Brian said, “Is Elsie coming, or did she decide to skip?”

Winnie looked up again, “Oh, Ramona and Avery are helping her get ready. Where’s my brother? Is he already gone?”

You nodded, “Yes, he wanted to meet Destiny beforehand.”

You didn’t ask about why Elsie was spending extra time trying to seem appealing since you remembered the way she looked at Alistair and how he would often be the topic of conversation whenever he wasn’t there, whether she was complimenting his flying skills or insulting his girlfriend.

Brian was also aware, so he kept his mouth shut.

Winnie clapped her hands together and put them to her cheek in a sweet, motherly way as one would when cooing at a romantic couple or cute puppy, “Ohh! I’m glad everything is going well between them.”

You were never sure whether or not Winnie liked Destiny, but she seemed genuinely happy for her brother despite his girlfriend’s imperfections. It was one of her aspects you liked. She was determined to help everyone, so it surprised you that she wasn’t a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.

“Where’s Campbell?” You heard Elsie’s voice coming from near the top of the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Winnie raised her hand and looked up, “I’m here.”

“No, the other Campbell. I never call you by your last name, Winnie, and if I did, you’d be Campbell NumberTwo.” Elsie stepped down from the dormitory. Two girls looking rather proud of themselves followed suit.

Elsie wore a red chequered skirt with a matching cropped blazer over a black corset top you recognised from a muggle shop near your house. Her short hair was tucked behind her ears with pins and hair clips.

Winnie squeaked joyfully and wrapped her arms around Elsie, then pulled away and bounced up and down. Sometimes, since she was so enthusiastic, you weren’t sure whether Winnie knew about her best friend’s crush on her brother, considering that was the reason Elsie dressed up in the first place.

“You look lovely,” you smiled reassuringly, and Elsie shrugged, looking away and playing with her sleeves. You rarely saw her this reserved since the first time you met her, and most of her other friends never got to see that vulnerable side of her.

Mary signed something to one of the girls who helped Elsie get ready, and she checked the time with a pocket watch.

“It’s 11: 15, peeps. If we hurry now, we’ll be at the Gryffindor common room by 30.”

The entire group nodded in acquiescence.

As you shuffled towards the door, you removed your penny brown sweater and handed it to Winnie, “Here, you need it more than I.”

“Aww! Thank you, (Name)!” She slipped it over her head and pulled it down, wrapping her arms around herself, petting the wool. She swayed from side to side as she trotted behind the others. You stifled a chuckle at how much larger it was than her, walking behind the other.

“11: 30,” whispered the girl with the pocket watch — whose name you found out was Ramona Armstrong, the sister of one of your roommates —, brushing her spiky red hair out of her eyes, “They’ll be here to check the door in a couple second, I reckon.”

The Fat Lady looked at your group, “You know, most of the students are already here.”

Winnie tilted her head, “But can’t we go to parties at any time after?”

The Fat Lady gave her a look that suggested that Winnie’s reply wasn’t one she particularly liked, “Well, apparently.” She sniffed.

The door slowly creaked open, and a head of red hair popped out from behind the painting. He grinned at your group, “Well, look what we have here.” Fred Weasly grinned, analysing your group, “You all 16?”

“Yup.” Elsie spoke for your group, disinterestedly checking her nails.

Fred hummed, “We’re gonna need a password anyways.”

“What?! But there was nothing about the password in the invitation!” Ramona and Mary’s friend babbled to your left, unmistakably irritated. From the corner of your eye, you saw Brian tilting her head. When you looked to your right, he and Winnie were frowning in perplexity.

“Goodness, I’ve never met 6th years so dense,” the Fat Lady groaned from another painting, fanning herself, “He’s obviously playing with you, now please go inside so I can sleep!”

You sighed. Of course, there was no password. Fred just found it funny to mess with a bunch of Slytherins, many of whom were deemed intelligent by their report cards. Fred snickered. If George was somewhere behind him, you couldn’t hear laughing.

Fred made a gesture with his head to follow him, and your party silently slipped into the dark Gryffindor common room. Sure, the walls were soundproof in every bedroom, but you glided soundlessly just in case.

“Once the passageway opens, you gotta all run, got it?” the redhead whispered, not looking for any affirmation from you.

He pressed a brick in the fireplace, then lightly tapped two others.

The wall slid to the side to reveal the interior of a room, and the loud chatter of 6 year students made you realise why everyone had to enter quickly. Fred was the first to slip in, and you went last. When you entered, the wall slid back into place.

Around you was a grand area a bit smaller than the common room, crowded with students your age or older drinking, playing games, or chatting. A hallway was across you, a badly drawn toilet sign hanging from a nail in the wall. While you were a bit annoyed at how dim the pink light was, you had to admit that the teachers would find it difficult to perceive it from the courtyard.

You felt a hand grab your hand.

You looked down to see Winnie. Next to her, her arm interlocked with Brian’s since they were closer height-wise. Elsie shuffled to your other side.

“We should look for Alistair,” you suggested, raising your voice to be heard over the other conversations around you.

Winnie nodded with excitement, “Uh huh! So he and Destiny can see how lovely our outfits look tonight!” You glanced at Elsie whose cheeks turned pink at the thought.

“Well, we’re gonna have to leave y’all here,” Ramona said. Mary and the other girl were already sinking into the sea of people. “Good luck finding your friend.” She saluted you with two fingers before walking away, running her hands through her red hair.

As you made your way through the crowd of people, you saw one of your other roommates: Ziggy Armstrong. He was next to a boy you presumed to be the best friend he frequently talked about whenever you hung out.

“Ziggy!”

The boy glanced at you at the sound of your voice but still eagerly listened to his friend's conversation. You brought your arms to a shrugging motion, shaking your hands silently asking for Alistair’s location.

Ziggy pointed behind him to a corner of the room where you could make out two people sitting awfully close.

You crinkled your nose at the thought of Alistair making out with his girlfriend and having to intervene in their... bonding session. It's not that you've never done anything of the sort, you just felt a tad uncomfortable seeing it happen, considering you never had feelings for the person you were with at the time. You gave Ziggy a thumbs up, only to see he’d gone back to engaging in his conversation.

“Over this way,” you pointed to where Alistair was.

Your group shuffled through the crowd, sliding past tightly cramped students and dodging the dancing teens to reach your friend. You led the way, and your friends rapidly followed suit.

You neared the duo, quickening your steps, when you saw them get up. You couldn't call out to Alistair and the person he was with — whom, to Elsie's displeasure, was Destiny White — since the chatter among the other people was too invasive and would muffle your shout.

Suddenly, someone walked in front of you. Since you hadn’t seen them, you ran face-first into them, foreheads bumping together, causing momentary pain in your skull. You felt liquid on your chest. It seemed whomever it was spilt their drinks when you crashed into them.

“(Name)!” Winnie and the rest of your party caught up to you to make sure you were fine, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” you groaned, obviously contradicting your statement.

A bit peeved, you glared at the person you bumped into through your lashes, pressing your naturally cold hands to your forehead, only to be met with a light grey glower from the worst person you could bump into at the moment: Cedric fucking Diggory.

He said something, but his words fell on deaf ears as you pushed past him.

You rushed to where Alistair was, only to find the space occupied by a group of Gryffindors laughing about the Triwizard Tournament's unexpected appearance.

You groused, throwing your hands into the air in frustration, before pivoting around to find your other friends.

They were still where you left them, Elsie and Brian waited for you arms crossed and deadpanned expressions, while Winnie hurried over to meet you, a look of worry etched on her soft features. She lightly grabbed your left arm, walking with you to the two others. You vaguely noticed Cedric had dissipated into the crowd.

“Don’t leave us alone with that Hufflepuff git again,” Elsie scolded, tapping your chest with her index finger.

You looked away, rubbing the back of your neck, which started heating up. It happened whenever you were embarrassed or flustered. Sometimes, when you felt ashamed. “Sorry, I was stupid,” you apologise, pressing your cold hand on your heated neck.

“Your shirt! There’s a spill!” Winnie gasped, pointing at your chest.

You looked down to see an orange stain on your white button-up, uncomfortably sticking to your skin. You cringed at the sight, feeling your nape growing hotter again. You couldn’t wear that shirt anymore unless you thoroughly washed it.

“Here,” Winnie removed the brown sweater you lent her and handed it back, “You need this more than me. Besides, I need to show off my fashion!” She twirled around and posed.

Elsie snorted, and Brian smiled, the skin of his burn mark stretching. You pulled the sweater onto your head, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards.

“I think we’ll be alright without Alistair,” Brain admitted, leaning to his right with a lopsided grin.

Winnie laughed in agreement.

You saw Elsie's slightly pained expression, and placed a hand on her shoulder, “We’re bound to cross paths with him at some point,” you added to Brian’s statement, although your words were primarily meant for Elsie’s ears.

“Yeah!! Let’s have fun tonight!!” Winnie pumped her fist into the air with delight, already advancing towards the food and drinks table.

“I don’t think I’d participate, personally,” Winnie shrugged, words slightly slurred from the two cups of alcohol she consumed, not sober, but not completely under the influence, “I’m not much of a competitive babe.”

You stirred your non-alcoholic (drink name) with a straw, a tinge of jealousy squeezing your heart. Since your birthday was later in the school year, you weren’t allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament — the infamous competition between Hogwarts and its rival schools your mother told you about when you were little.

What made it even worse was that Cedric could be participating. He was of age — well, would be soon — and no doubt had enough skill to be chosen as Hogwarts champion of this year. However, you were uncertain if he had it in him to act remotely aggressive towards the other school’s champions. Maybe he would try to get in just to rub it in your face.

Elsie smirked, “Yeah? Well I think I would. I’m 17 in less than a month.”

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ziggy and his blonde best friend, a coy smile on his face, “Hey, we’re gonna play Spin the Bottle in a different room, wanna join?”

Your friends had stopped chatting; you responded with a nonchalant shrug, “Sure, I don’t see why not. Could be entertaining.”

“If (Name)’s in, I most certainly am, but don’t count on me kissing people on the lips specifically,” Brian chimed in, setting his drink down on the table next to the chips and suspicious-looking candy.

“Excellent,” Ziggy gave you a thumbs up, turning to the girls, he asked, “How about you ladies? Alistair’s gonna be there, too; it could be the full gang.”

Elsie perked up at the mention of Alistair before realising how odd it must have appeared, slouching back against the wall, eyes disinterested, “Alright, I’m in. How about you Winnie?”

Winnie frantically shook her head, chuckling as she spoke, “Absolutely not. I am not risking the bottle landing on my brother and I. No incest. Nope. Not today, perverts,” she rambled, waving her hand in the air in a tipsy manner.

Ziggy shrugged and started heading to a hallway you didn’t notice before, the blonde boy following after. Brian waved to Winnie and walked along with Ziggy. You stayed back to wait for Elsie.

“Alright,” she hesitated, “Are you fine with being alone here?”

Winnie smirked drunkenly, “Yeahhhh. But if you get bored, you can keep me company if you wanna.”

Elsie nodded in understanding, giving her a small smile, joining you as you caught up to the three other boys.

The room you entered was much smaller than the one you had been in moments before. Wooden shelves had been shoved closer to the stone grey walls, leaving space for the twenty-something students to sit comfortably in a wonky circle.

You recognised many people from your year, notably Alistair, Destiny, and — unfortunately — Cedric Diggory and his friends. You stuck to the opposite side of the room from where he was, slipping into a space next to Alistair. Destiny was busy talking to a Hufflepuff girl next to her and barely acknowledging your presence.

“Hello,” Alistair said and — to your surprise — he seemed sober, “Where have you been.”

“Searching for you,” Brian responded, settling next to you, “We gave up pretty early on, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Alistair laughed, “You’re here, Brian? I never thought your sad virgin ass would dare play a game like this. Even Elsie surprises me less. Nice skirt, by the way; it suits you.” He said nonchalantly.

Brian huffed and crossed his arms, light pink dusting his cheeks at being called out, while Elsie squinted in confusion, sliding next to you, “I’m not sure whether you’re saying that sarcastically or whether you’re serious. Is this a compliment?”

“Take it as you please.” Alistair shrugged.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” you turned your head to the sound of Ziggy’s voice in the middle of the circle, “Welcome, to our lovely little game: Spin the Bottle! I trust all of you have heard of it at least once in your sorry little lives, so we’ll just get on with the activity.”

He settled next to his best friend, who placed a bottle in the middle of the circle. “I volunteer to spin it first,” the blonde says, twisting the bottle, spinning it around, and then crawling back to his spot.

You held your breath in anticipation as the glass bottle slowed, only to land back on the same person who spun it. He laughed, “I don’t think that counts.”

“No redos,” insisted Ziggy, teasingly punching him in the arm, “Don’t be greedy; it’s my turn now. We’ll go around the circle clockwise, so everyone will get to kiss someone at some point. And don’t think any kiss less than five seconds will count.” You muffled a chuckle as Brian longingly looked at the exit.

One by one, the students spun the bottle around. So far, it never pointed to either Elsie, Brian or you; it did, however, land on Alistair, who — rather passionately — snogged a Gryffindor girl, much to Elsie’s displeasure. You noticed Destiny’s smile wavering, a look of betrayal in her eyes. When it was her turn, her lips barely touched those of the boy the bottle landed on.

Next went Alistair. That meant he would kiss two people in the duration of the game, while the rest of your friends hadn’t even had one.

The bottle spun, anticipation raised. You could see at least three girls excluding his girlfriend and Elsie, sitting on edge with hope, eyes glued to the rotating glass. You had to admit, you wouldn’t complain if it pointed to you; you knew he was famous for not only his looks but for his sexual talents.

The bottle slowed and finally stopped.

You turned to your left to see Elsie’s shocked expression. You weren’t completely sure whether it was good that she would be kissing him or whether her lack of experience would ruin everything.

You realised that your thoughts were trying to excuse cheating, and glanced at Destiny’s oddly calm expression, her thin eyebrow knotted together in intrigue.

You scooted backwards so that Alistair and Elsie were directly beside each other.

Her cheeks were coated in a light pink blush, her eyes cast away from the pretty boy’s face, and you knew if you pressed your hand to her chest, you would feel her heart beat like rapid fire.

When Elsie’s gaze met Alistair’s, he frowned and shook his head. “I refuse.”

A wave of murmurs enveloped the crowd. Your eyes widened. Was this seriously going to end up in another argument?

“...What?” Elsie whispered a slimmer of confused betrayal and deep sadness could be noticed on her pale face.

“I said I don’t want to kiss you.”

“Wha-why not?” Elsie looked positively irritated, and frankly, a little embarrassed. “You kissed that other girl.” A few giggles could be heard from the students. You glanced over and saw Cedric gazing at your friend with empathy. Ziggy shared a glance with his best friend, a look of uncertainty.

Alistair shrugged, “Yeah, but that’s different. You’re just not really appealing to me. And why do you actually care? Do you like me or something?” He teased, but it seemed to strike a nerve.

Elsie’s already flushed cheeks turned as red as her chequered skirt, “Of course not! Why would you think that?” She glanced at the spectacle of onlookers, “I just, um.” She trailed off, and got up frantically, wiping the nonexistent dust from her skirt, “I don’t feel like playing anymore.”

She spun on her heel and rapidly exited the room.

You quickly got up to follow, but Alistair grabbed your shoulder, a gaze of newly-found maturity in his eyes, “No, (Name), let me handle things.”

He left, and you apprehensively sat back down, sharing a worried glance with Brian. Destiny got up and left, mumbling an illegible excuse. Now that three people you knew were gone, the room felt awfully spacious.

Without missing a beat, Ziggy attempted to restore the ambience, “Alright! I believe it’s your turn, (Name).”

You nodded silently, pushing your anxiety to the back of your mind; Alistair had it handled, you were sure. It was about time he learned how to be responsible and apologise.

You crawled to the middle of the circle and spun the bottle — not as fast as Alistair since you didn’t like the anticipation.

Your eyes wandered over to the door. Maybe it was because you were worried about Elsie’s mental state. Maybe it was because you didn’t completely trust Alistair with handling her emotions.

You felt Brian tap your thigh. “(Name)? You’re not gonna like this.”

“Hm?” You snapped your attention back to the room, gaze falling onto the bottle pointing in the opposite direction. Your eyes slowly lifted to see who the person you were supposed to kiss.

That’s when you realised what Brian meant by you not liking who it landed on.

You and Cedric’s gazes connected, a tornado of emotion whirling in your eyes, a storm of hatred between you.

“Alright, now, please, proceed to kiss.” Ziggy insisted.

“I pass.”

“So do I.”

You and Cedric glared at one another. There was no way you were kissing that dickhead. You’d rather die, and you could say the feeling was mutual for him.

Ziggy groaned, “Don’t stall. As a punishment, you’ve got to kiss for at least ten seconds. Now, my little lovebirds, kiss before I make you use your tongues.” Your neck started heating up at the thought.

You don’t know what made you do it — maybe curiosity, maybe Ziggy’s threat, possibly something else — but you shuffled closer to Cedric, who, noticing that you were complying, decided to do it as well, refusing to back down from your nonexistent challenge.

Your heartbeat in your chest, your breath quickened from nervousness, or perhaps you were nauseated enough by him that your adrenaline energised you.

“Reminder: ten seconds!” you perceived Ziggy’s voice in the background, “We’ll count for you.”

You took a deep breath through your nose, eyes flickering from Cedric’s lips to his cold grey eyes, and leaned in. Noticing you had already taken action, the Hufflepuff hesitantly did the same.

You closed your eyes and felt his lips brush against yours before connecting in a surprisingly soft kiss.

“Ten,” you faintly heard the other students chant, counting along in your head.

His lips were rather soft, you noted, subconsciously pressing your mouth harder against his.

“Nine.”

An unknown feeling crept into your chest, as you and Cedric, seemed to be pressing up against one another, while also desperately trying to pull away.

Eight.

Your heartbeat quickened, a thumping drum against your ribcage.

Seven.

Your hot neck kept getting hotter, uncomfortably so, as the kiss prolonged. It hadn’t even been five seconds — or perhaps it had been and your peers were just teasing you, intentionally taking their time counting.

Six.

You imagined what Brian might have looked like at the current moment. Shocked? Annoyed? You knew if Alistair saw you and Cedric, lip to lip, he would have flipped a table.

You breathed through your nose, in sync with your rival, like waves pulling in and out from the tide.

How long had you and Cedric been kissing? Had it already been ten seconds? Should you pull away? Or was it not over yet, and if you stopped, you had to restart the whole experience?

A small voice in your head spoke, a whisper of wind echoing through your thoughts. Maybe you should stay like this for a bit longer. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it. Cedric’s lips were soft and warm.

In that instant, your body felt burning, as if a sudden wave of embarrassment decided to envelop you, like a heated reminder that you’ve been kissing the one person in the entire room you felt hostility towards.

Oh shit.

You backed away, an odd sense of unfulfillment in your racing heart as your lips parted from Cedric’s.

You looked at him, into his gorgeous stone grey eyes, and, if you weren’t blushing already, you were now.

You scrambled up, trying to maintain a decently dignified composer. Your jaw tightened, and your (eye colour) eyes hardened into cold gems, not a single emotion behind your gaze.

“I’m leaving,” you announced to the group, still staring at Cedric. The world around him and you faded like a smoky memory.

Slowly, you backed away, attempting to ignore the hotness of your nape and the thumping of your heart, beating loudly in your eardrums until you finally broke eye contact with the Hufflepuff as you walked back into the main party space.

...

Thank you for reading, please comment any suggestions you have or any issues I should fix.

If y'all are interested, here's how I imagined Elsie would look during the party.

Chapter 3 is out!

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The Nanny

Heavy breaths fill the hallway as they both try to be quiet.

Soarynn is failing miserably.

But it's hard, hard when his large hands are roving all over her body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. And his lips are on hers, keeping her locked into a heated and passionate kiss.

Soarynn has kissed a few men in her lifetime, but Coriolanus Snow lands on top.

His teeth nip at her bottom lip and she whimpers, pulling away when she feels his hand slip under her dress and his fingers ghosting the waistband of her lace panties.

"We can't," she gasps, arching her back, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders while he kisses up and down her jaw, "we...we have to get back to the party." He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle and it goes straight to her core, "We can do whatever we want my darling," he purrs, bringing his lips up to her earlobe and gently biting it, "I'm the President of Panem, remember?"

That's not the most valid point considering their predicament but Soarynn isn't thinking too straight right now.

His fingers slip beneath the fabric of her panties and Soarynn gasps when she feels them prodding at her entrance, so close yet so far. "Oh please," she begs, tilting her head so that he can have better access to her neck, whimpering when he sucks on her tender skin, leaving behind a bruise.

"Please what?"

"Please...please make me yours Coriolanus."

She can feel his fingers disappear and she hears the sound of him fumbling with his belt, desperate to get out of his pants. She slips her hands under his shirt, feeling his smooth, sculpted skin.

It only takes him a moment to pull his pants down along with his boxers and his hand slips back underneath her dress again, ripping her panties down her legs. Soarynn scans both ends of the hallway, making sure no one has stumbled upon them in this scandalous position. They had snuck away from the party, desperate to feel one another.

"So wet for me," he teases, running his fingers along her folds. Soarynn's eyes nearly roll back when he brushes against her clit and her hips buck against him, "Please, please hurry."

He needn't be told twice. He lines up the tip of his cock with her entrance and just as he's about to sink into her, she hears a voice, a small, childish voice.

"...Soarynn? Soarynn, wake up!"

Soarynn's eyes fly open and she gasps for air, clutching at her bedsheets as she sits up. She frantically looks around to find that she's in her bed, in her room. Well, her new room. Sleeping in the President's Mansion has been an adjustment for her and having the children so close by can sometimes be a bit...invasive. Not that she doesn't enjoy them coming to visit her, they're more than welcome to pop in at any time.

Just not when she's asleep.

Dreaming about their father.

Oh, their father. What is wrong with her!?

Soarynn finally looks to her left where Ceraphina is patiently waiting, her hair frizzy and tangled like it always is in the morning. "It's time to wake up," she announces, setting her hands on her hips, "we need to start packing."

Soarynn groans and falls back into her pillows, stretching out her limbs, "What time is it darling?"

"It's six-thirty."

Six-thirty?!

Soarynn's eyes widen and she sits back up so she can peek out the windows to confirm that the sun has in fact, not risen yet. But the children have become early risers since she moved in a few weeks ago, wanting to spend every waking moment with her.

"Why don't...why don't we get a little more sleep before waking up everyone else?" She suggests, her eyes already feeling heavy again. Soarynn normally wakes the children up at around seven-thirty so that they're all downstairs for breakfast at eight.

"I'm not tired."

Soarynn gives Ceraphina a knowing look, causing the child to giggle, "I'm not!" She insists, slowly climbing into the bed with her, "I'm full of energy." Soarynn pulls Ceraphina into her arms and places a kiss on her forehead, "You certainly are full of energy. But I am not. So why don't we have a little sleepover so I can rest for a bit longer hmm? It'll be fun and no one will ever know."

Ceraphina gasps and a mischievous smile grows on her face, she's always loved sharing little harmless secrets with Soarynn and this is a big secret where she's concerned.

"Okay," she decides with a whisper, "we can have a sleepover."

Soarynn smiles and helps Ceraphina under the covers, running a hand over her hair as they both make themselves comfortable, "Soarynn?"

"Hmm?"

"What were you dreaming about?"

Soarynn swallows and feels herself growing hotter by the second. What a scandalous thing to dream about. She should be ashamed of herself.

"I was dreaming about us having a tea party," she lies, closing her eyes, "a very fancy tea party."

"Was it fun?"

"It was very fun."

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Soarynn finds it hard to look at her employer at breakfast. As if he's able to see into her dreams.

She and Ceraphina woke up an hour later and got Celeste and Caspian out of bed with little to no complaints which was a victory within itself. Caspian had insisted on bringing Lenny to breakfast and Soarynn was too frazzled to fight him on it. She feels...discombobulated.

Since they visited Livia's grave, things have slightly changed.

The children have been behaving like normal but their father has been...more open towards her, exchanging more words after putting the children to bed, asking for her opinions on more things. He even insisted that she start calling him Coriolanus again, saying that he knew he could trust her with such a privilege.

Soarynn had remained sweet and cordial towards him, she wasn't going to let her feelings interfere with her job but she was beginning to fear that the two might become intertwined at some point.

And she won't know what to do when that happens.

"How fast will the train go?" Celeste asks Coriolanus while she tries to stab her sausage with her fork, she jabs at it a few times before giving up and grabbing it with her fingers which earns her a frown from her father.

"The train will go very fast," he tells her before taking the sausage from her hand, earning him a whine, "and so will my patience if you don't stop eating with your hands." Soarynn cracks a small smile at their little argument that ends with Coriolanus cutting her sausage into smaller pieces, he's been a bit more relaxed with the children, joking with them more often instead of correcting them.

Eudora says it's a miracle. Soarynn thinks it's him moving past his grief.

Either one is fine with her. She just wishes he'd stay out of her dreams.

"We need to have everything packed by four o'clock," Eudora says to all of them, focusing her stare on Coriolanus who scowls, "I'm a very efficient packer," he claims. Eudora rolls her eyes and dabs her mouth with a napkin, "Being an efficient packer doesn't make you a good packer," she argues, "it will be very cold and very windy. I don't want to hear any complaints about wet shoes or runny noses."

Tomorrow the Snow family is traveling to District Four.

Soarynn hadn't been aware of their yearly trip to the Districts until very recently when she learned about the Presidential family visiting a different District at the end of every year. Last year they went to Three and according to Celeste and Ceraphina, it was very boring.

She doesn't doubt that the children found it lacking in entertainment, Three isn't known for its great wonders but Four has the ocean and even Soarynn can admit that she's quite excited to see it for the first time. The trip serves as a way for Coriolanus to assess each District at an acute level while also letting people in the Districts see the Presidential family as strong as ever.

From what Eudora has told her, it also serves as a great opportunity for photographs to be taken of the children alongside their father. They'll spend a few days in Four, snap some photos, shake some hands, and then come back home and start getting ready for the holidays.

Soarynn has found herself looking forward to the cheerful season, eager to give the children gifts. She missed both of the girl's birthdays due to her unexpected departure back in October so this will hopefully make up for her absence.

"Can we go swimming?" Ceraphina asks her father and Caspian perks up at the mention of swimming. He always enjoys splashing around in the bathtub but the ocean is very different. Coriolanus pales at the thought of his precious children swimming in the ocean and quickly shakes his head, dismissing the idea before it can become something larger, "No darling, it's too cold to go swimming."

Ceraphina pouts but Soarynn quickly offers her a word of encouragement, "You could collect seashells instead, bring them home, and use them for arts and crafts." Both girls gasp at the idea of searching for shells and all the adults let out a quiet breath of relief now that a tantrum has been avoided.

"You also have your music lesson today Ceraphina," Eudora reminds her, "and your three o'clock meeting has been canceled Coriolanus. Mr. Crane has the flu and had to reschedule."

Ceraphina groans at the reminder of her music lesson and Soarynn finds herself failing to offer up any words to soothe her annoyance. Ceraphina hates her lessons but Coriolanus is adamant about her learning so there's not much she can do there.

She just has to help out wherever she can.

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The sound of incorrect piano keys being played rings through the Mansion halls, causing Soarynn and anyone with ears to inwardly cringe.

Soarynn had attempted to play it off at first but once Petunia raced up the stairs in hopes of escaping the noise, she knew it was pointless.

When Soarynn was gone, Coriolanus had tried everything to distract the girls from her absence. Including music lessons. He had chosen the piano since the Snows already possessed two pianos, one in the parlor and one in the ballroom to be played during parties. He said Celeste would begin her lessons next year when she turned five and Caspian would follow shortly after once he reached the destined age as well.

Ceraphina's music instructor, Mrs. Orquestra, was quite tedious about how she taught Ceraphina, always wanting her to begin with specific warmups. So it's not much of a surprise to Soarynn that she and Ceraphina are constantly butting heads.

"Loud," Caspian says, covering his ears with his hands. Soarynn purses her lips and folds another tiny sweater for him and places it on the small pile of clothes she's begun packing for him for the trip. "She'll get better," Soarynn assures him, walking over to the dresser to grab a few pairs of socks. Celeste who's busy playing on the carpet in the center of the nursery gives her a quizzical look, "Will she?"

Soarynn chuckles, shaking her head, "Practice makes perfect."

"Can I bring my dolls with me on the train?"

Soarynn hums and ends up grabbing more socks than she planned for, but what if Caspian ends up needing more than one pair a day? Better safe than sorry, she decides.

"You can bring some of your dolls," Soarynn answers, figuring that if Celeste were to bring every doll she owned then there wouldn't be any room left on the train for actual people.

"Soarynn?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Is District Four scary?"

Soarynn shakes her head, giving Celeste a small smile, "Of course it isn't. It's just like District Three and you've been there before. We'll have Peacekeepers with us at all times." Eudora had gone into depth explaining how much security would be surrounding them at all times, Soarynn doubts they'll encounter a single District citizen during their stay in Four.

Celeste rolls onto her back and holds two dolls in each hand, making them fly around in the air, "Last time Daddy went to Four was with Mommy."

Soarynn didn't know that but she's not surprised. Coriolanus used to travel extensively in the Districts before Livia passed away. She'd see him all the time on television walking alongside District Mayors, looking so handsome...and commanding of course.

She's really got to get her act together before she's stuck with the man for several days on end, in even closer quarters than usual.

"And now you get to go with him," Soarynn says, walking back over to the trunk she's been slowly filling with Caspian's things. So far she's got pants, shirts, diapers, bottles, toys, and of course, several stuffed animals. Lenny is sitting right next to Caspian in his crib and he doesn't look too pleased about the noise either.

"Have you ever been to the ocean Soarynn?"

Soarynn tosses all the socks into the trunk, "I haven't. But the Resort is said to have a great view of the ocean."

According to the very detailed pamphlet Eudora provided for this upcoming trip, the Snows would be staying at the District Four Ocean Resort, right on the coastline. The Resort offered the best service to the Capitol elite who could afford to spend a night or two including spa treatments, an indoor heated pool, and even extensive gardens to walk around.

Soarynn found herself very impressed at what they had to offer and grateful that there would be some activities that the children could partake in while Coriolanus was working. "Oh, I have to pack a swimsuit for you Cas," she remembers, walking into his closet.

"Did you pack my pink swimsuit?"

"I did darling," she calls back, scoruing Caspian's closet for a little pair of swim trunks. He's bound to have at least one pair in this large closet, and he doesn't have nearly as many clothes as the girls do. Soarynn gasps when she finally manages to find some swim trunks in one of the drawers, and they're so cute, red with white stripes.

She perks up at the sudden silence that falls over the Mansion, which means that Ceraphina's lesson has finally come to an end.

Soarynn pokes her head out of the closet and chuckles at Caspian slowly lifting his hands away from his ears, "I think we're in the clear." Celeste lets out a sigh of relief and rolls back onto her stomach, "Finally. Can we go downstairs and get a snack now?"

Soarynn folds up the swim trunks and triumphantly places them into the trunk and then closes it, "All packed! And yes, we can go downstairs now for a snack."

"Snack," Caspian says with a smile, carefully pulling himself up to stand in his crib. Soarynn smooths down his small blonde curls and gently picks him up, placing a kiss on top of his head, "Yes my darling, we can go get a snack and then I need to start packing for myself."

Getting all three Snow children fully packed for a week had been more difficult than Soarynn anticipated, especially with the girls who wanted to bring certain outfits and toys. Soarynn had to remind them that they would only be gone for a week, not a year. Still, she understood that at their young age, a toy or a book could bring some comfort when facing the unknown.

She did, however, have to put her foot down when Celeste tried to sneak in a giant stuffed giraffe.

Celeste hops onto her feet and runs out of the nursery, Soarynn following behind while carrying Caspian. A soft purring draws her attention to Petunia who's emerged from her hiding spot now that the off-key piano has stopped making noise, "How kind of you to join us Petunia," she says, making her way down the grand staircase.

Ceraphina and Mrs. Orquestra are already waiting at the bottom by the front door and Soarynn is surprised to see Coriolanus standing with them as well, a stern-looking man standing by his side.

"Daddy!" Celeste exclaims, running over to him the second her feet touch the floor. Coriolanus merely glances down at his daughter while continuing his conversation with Mrs. Orquestra who speaks with a shrill voice as if everything is an opera audition.

"...the young Ms. Snow shows great potential should she take her lessons seriously," the woman informs him. Ceraphina beams up at her father, choosing to ignore the last part of that statement, "See Daddy? I show great potential.

Coriolanus and the man next to him both chuckle and he nods, "Yes darling, you also show a lack of enthusiasm when it comes to practicing. You must take these things seriously if you plan to improve."

Ceraphina shrugs and turns her attention to Soarynn and her little brother who has been watching from a distance, "Caspian, Soarynn! Did you hear me playing?"

"I think everyone heard you playing," Celeste mumbles, and Coriolanus gives her a nudge and a knowing look, "but you were very good," she quickly adds.

Soarynn nods in agreement, "You've come a long way from when you started darling," she tells Ceraphina, finding more truth in her words compared to Celeste. "We thought we might go get a snack from the kitchen now that you're done with your lesson." Ceraphina's blue-gray eyes light up and she nods, "Yes! The cook said she would make us tarts today!" Soarynn has had these famous tarts and they're as good as the girls make them out to be. So good that they must be made in small quantities or they'll gobble them down in seconds.

Celeste and Ceraphina take off towards the kitchen after Ceraphina says a polite word of goodbye to Mrs. Orquestra who encourages her to practice on the trip. Soarynn doubts that will happen but she thanks her once again before seeing her out to her car.

When Soarynn steps back into the house, she finds Coriolanus and the other man watching Petunia as she weaves in and out his long legs, purring up a storm. "Never pegged you for a cat person," the man comments. Coriolanus shakes his head and carefully steps to the side so as to not crush Petunia who hasn't a care in the world for her safety now that she's gotten some attention.

Coriolanus meets Soarynn's eyes and she feels a lump forming in her throat, "I sometimes make an occasional exception."

The man turns his attention to Soarynn and she finally gets a good look at him, tall, but not as tall as Coriolanus. His hair is cropped and he seems like someone Coriolanus would work with, calm yet authoritative, like he can take charge of any situation he's presented with.

Can Soarynn say the same for herself?

"You must be the nanny," he finally says, giving her a curt nod. Soarynn pushes a polite smile onto her face, still weary of any friends or associates of Coriolanus after what happened last time and Coriolanus seems to pick up on that instantly, "This is Quintus Heavensbee, my most trusted advisor. His children are a bit older than Ceraphina."

Soarynn visibly relaxes after hearing that this man has children which means he's most likely married, and that he's not just a friend but an advisor, someone more disposable than a friend should he try to instill any harm onto her.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Heavensbee, I apologize for Petunia, she has little to no regard for personal boundaries." Quintus chuckles when Petunia flops onto her back, asking for a belly rub, "No need to worry, we have a dog at home."

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows at those words, "A cat is one thing...but a dog? Not as long as I'm the one in charge."

Soarynn isn't too fond of dogs herself, being a cat person that is, but she enjoys seeing people walking their dogs in the park. Many people often say that animals look like their owners and Soarynn definitely thinks that she and Petunia look alike.

"Well it's a good thing that you're the one in charge," Quintus says in jest, giving Coriolanus a pat on the shoulder, "but we should get back to that proposal before everyone else arrives." Coriolanus grunts in agreement and offers Soarynn a polite nod before both he and Quintus make their way toward his study, leaving Soarynn, Caspian, and Petunia near the side entrance to the house.

"Tunia," Caspian says, attempting to pronounce Petunia's name in a rather adorable fashion. Soarynn grins and reaches up to tickle under his chin, making him giggle, "That's right my darling, Petunia has come to say hello."

She can hear the girls calling for her down the hall but she can't shake that casual comment from her mind, "I sometimes make an occasional exception." She's beginning to wonder if he was talking about the cat or her because both of them are definitely exceptions. And hadn't he mentioned how he broke a rule for her? How he allowed her to get closer to him only to have that entire Festus ordeal occur shortly after?

Soarynn shakes herself from those thoughts, now is not the time to be thinking about any possibilities that lie between her and Coriolanus Snow. The father of the children you're trusted to look after, she reminds herself, forcing her feet to carry her towards the kitchen, you're the nanny, nothing more, nothing less.

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"Good morning folks! It's a brand new day in the Capitol and the sun is shining and the birds are chirping! I'm Lucky Flickerman, your favorite weatherman and television show personality here to fill you in on all things weather and entertainment. Starting off with a rare sighting of the Presidential family boarding the train to head off to District Four. For those of you who don't know, the Snow family makes an annual trip to one of the Twelve Districts every year and this year, they're taking on the oceans and sandy beaches of Four. But don't let their absence rain on your parade, we'll be getting lots of coverage on their trip thanks to our handy-dandy reporters! Also, don't forget to check your mailboxes for invitations to the end-of-the-year celebration being thrown at the President's Mansion, it'll be the event to ring in the new year! Now, let's move on to the weather. In District One we're gonna be seeing lots of rain and..."

Soarynn clicks off the television and sighs, running a hand through her blonde hair. She hadn't expected anyone to be at the train station this early for their departure, but wherever the Snows went, cameras were sure to follow. Granted, there weren't that many, but there were enough to the point where she was relieved to be on the train and pulling out of the station.

She can barely feel a thing as the train glides along the tracks, her cup of tea doesn't even wobble on the table. "Two-hundred and fifty miles an hour and you barely feel a thing," Eudora had told her while showing her to her bedroom.

Her room is very nice with mahogany finishes and a soft, warm bed. The bathroom is large and there's even a closet for her to put her things if she so wishes. They'll arrive at Four late at night so she hasn't bothered unpacking anything. All the children by some miracle, slept through the car ride to the train station and through the process of boarding the train.

All three of them had their respective bedrooms but Soarynn and Coriolanus had opted to put the girls together as if they were at home. Soarynn tried not to think about them fumbling around in that small room in the dark, how his hand brushed against hers while pulling the covers over Ceraphina, or how he'd towered over her when they both tried to go out the door at the same time. He ended up placing his hand high up on the door frame and she'd slipped under his arm, her shoulder brushing up against his chest.

"Get a hold of yourself," she mumbles, tugging at her hair, "you're twenty years old, not some school girl." Her stomach growls in response, causing her to sigh and slowly slip out of bed. It's nearing eight in the morning and while they've strayed from their regular routine, her body has not. Breakfast is a must.

Soarynn walks down the narrow hallway, her fingertips grazing the walls on either side. She glances out the window and only sees a blur of trees and blue skies. She wonders what the weather will be like in Four. To get to the dining car she has to pass through the lounge car and she finds Coriolanus sitting behind a large desk tucked away in the corner, writing up some important document no doubt.

He looks up at her only for a second before looking back down at his work and Soarynn feels very self-conscious all of a sudden. She had dressed appropriately for the trip to the train station, with a long, thick coat paired with boots, a fashionable blouse, and warm pants. But once they got onto the train and out of the public eye, Eudora encouraged her to dress more comfortably.

Soarynn was now beginning to regret changing into a pair of lounge pants and a wide-necked sweater that showed off her collarbones. Coriolanus was dressed in a simple white button-up shirt and black pants but he made the simplest of outfits look highly sophisticated.

She keeps her head down and keeps moving.

The dining car smells amazing once she gets there, greeted by a large table covered in pastries, fruits, breakfast meats, and a variety of different juices. Eudora is sitting at the end of the table, nursing a cup of coffee to go alongside her binder that goes everywhere she does.

"I'm surprised the children aren't with you," she says as Soarynn piles some fruits onto her plate. Soarynn furrows her eyebrows and grabs a croissant, "Why?"

"Because they'd follow you anywhere dear."

Soarynn blushes and takes the seat next to Eudora, her back facing the large window, "I do often feel like a mother duck with them following me around," she admits. It's sweet though, how they follow her without question. Eudora hums and flips through a few pages, checking off some things, "Do you want children of your own someday?"

Soarynn wasn't prepared for that question.

She loves children but having them means finding a partner and that seems quite difficult in the grand scheme of things. "I suppose I'd like to start a family of my own someday," she muses, taking a bite of her fruit, "but finding a partner seems very complicated."

Eudora chuckles, confirming Soarynn's beliefs with a nod, "It most certainly is and most people only manage it once. Just look at the mess of a man a few cars down." Soarynn can't help but laugh at Eudora's comment towards Coriolanus who in her opinion, is managing quite well as a single father, "He's doing rather well all things considered," she says, coming to his aid.

But Eudora shakes her head, momentarily breaking away from her binder to look Soarynn in the eye, "Doing well is not the same as being well. It's like living compared to surviving and with Livia, he was surviving. Like a wild animal. I don’t think he’d ever willingly put himself through that again.”

Soarynn frowns, worrying her lip between her teeth, she’d much rather live than survive, but what’s the difference?

“He’s…he’s mentioned that the children need a mother,” Soarynn says, “but he also doesn’t seem to want to remarry from what I’ve witnessed.”

Eudora scoffs and takes a sip of her coffee, her green eyes staring out the window for a moment, “They do need a mother. But he’s scared, rightfully so. If he were to remarry then his future wife would be put under a microscope for the public eye. Everything she did would be overanalyzed and scrutinized. Livia could barely handle it and some would argue that she was born for a life in the spotlight.”

Livia Snow came from a prominent Capitol family with a rich and established background. From what Soarynn has heard and seen, she was practically predestined for fame, for a life in the spotlight. She wonders how she felt during her last moments, did she feel like it was a waste, or did she feel as though she had so much more life to live?

"Does Coriolanus keep in touch with her family?" Soarynn asks, her curiosity peeking through her facade of indifference. She's never seen any of the Cardews since Livia's death, not even at the cemetery when they went to visit her grave.

Eudora shakes her head, "In the beginning he did. But Mr. and Mrs. Cardew are quite old, rarely do they leave their home. They send birthday cards but none of the children ask about them which I suppose is a good thing. It's one thing to lose a parent, but a grandparent as well?"

Soarynn pokes at her breakfast no longer hungry, "This trip will be good for the children then," she decides, forcing a smile onto her face, "a moment of distraction." Eudora studies her for a moment as if she doesn't quite believe Soarynn's conclusion but she doesn't push it which Soarynn appreciates.

"Yes," she finally says, "a moment of distraction."

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"Will it snow in the Capitol while we're gone?"

Soarynn's eyes don't stray from the snow-covered train tracks they're gliding over, "I don't think so, not until January at least."

Once the children woke up, the train got a lot louder. And busier. First, they wanted to explore every bedroom on the train, Soarynn's Eudora's, their fathers. No room was off-limits. Then they needed breakfast which Soarynn happily provided for them, ensuring that they had enough protein to balance our their meal.

After changing them out of their pajamas, Soarynn had suggested that they go to the viewing car, the train car in the very back of the train with glass walls all around that allowed you to see everything from the trees to the sky.

They were all currently perched on the sofa pressed against the window, watching the nature around them pass by like a blur. "Does it snow in District Four?"

Soarynn finally tears her gaze away from the snowy landscape and looks down at Ceraphina who's been asking questions a mile a minute, "I think it does. I'm not entirely sure though," she admits. One thing Soarynn has learned from watching over the Snow children is to quickly admit when she doesn't know the answer to something. It's much better than lying and running the risk of them repeating it to someone else like their father.

"I hope we can see the fish," Celeste says with a dreamy sigh. She's been begging Coriolanus for a pet fish, little does she know that they'll be getting a horse for Christmas. Coriolanus had asked Soarynn to keep it a secret once he had everything set in stone, and the stables should be finished any day now. The girls had asked about it a few times and Soarynn told them that their father was building a new guesthouse to deter their growing curiosity.

"Have you ever been to the Districts Soarynn?"

She shakes her head, running a hand over Caspian's curls, "I haven't, but my father traveled a lot for work before he passed away." Soarynn always hated it when her father would leave for work, always worried that he wouldn't come back. Little did she know that it wouldn't be something from the Districts that would take his life.

"Do you miss him?" Ceraphina asks, her own blue-gray eyes reflecting similar grief that Soarynn is all too familiar with. Soarynn gives her a small smile and nods, "All the time," she tells her, "but it's important to think about people you've lost. No one wants to be forgotten."

Soarynn often wonders what will be left of her once she dies. An only child, the last of the Nightingale legacy. She hopes people will remember her character more than her name, that she'll be spoken about for her kindness and not her riches. At least she'll be around to remember Petunia whenever that fateful day comes. She was a bit reluctant to leave her behind for the week but Sejanus Plinth had offered to take care of her and Soarynn liked Sejanus so she accepted the offer.

"I won't be forgotten," Ceraphina confidently states, sitting up a little straighter, "I'm the oldest which means I'll die first." Before Soarynn can say anything to discourage talking about dying, Celeste beats her to it, a determined look in her eyes, "No it doesn't," she tells her big sister, "just because you were born first doesn't mean you'll die first."

"Yes, it does."

"No, it doesn't."

Yes. It. Does."

"No. It. Doesn't!"

"Stop copying me!"

"I'M NOT COPYING YOU!"

"Girls!"

All arguing comes to a screeching halt the second they hear their father's impending voice scolding them. Soarynn finds herself flinching at his tone and she holds Caspian a little tighter as Coriolanus walks into the viewing car, his hair tussled and his expression not at all pleased at the noise level the conversation reached.

Both girls shrink back onto the sofa, offering their father guilty faces after being caught, "I can not get my work done if you two are screaming at the top of your lungs down the hall," he says, "I expect better behavior from the both of you."

Ceraphina pouts, glancing at her sister before looking back up at Coriolanus, "She was copying me, Daddy."

Celeste gives her sister a sharp look, not happy with being accused of being a copycat, "No I wasn't! She said she was gonna die first because she's the oldest but that's not true. Maybe I'll die first."

Coriolanus furrows his eyebrows, not expecting the fight to be about who gets to die first but Soarynn's not even surprised at this point. The girls will fight about anything. "No one is dying for a very long time," he decides, wiping his hands on his pants, "but my patience is slowly thinning and we haven't even arrived at Four yet. So I suggest that you two get your act together or I will turn this train around."

Both girls pout but Coriolanus doesn't give into it, instead, he gives Soarynn a hard look before turning on his heel and walking back towards the lounge. "Daddy can be so mean," Ceraphina mumbles, flopping onto her back. Soarynn frowns at the false statement, only spoken out of spite, "He wants the best for you," she reminds Ceraphina, giving Celeste a nudge as well, "and you two shouldn't argue about things like that. Death is a very sensitive topic. You out of all people should understand that."

Neither of them says anything else but she can see the conflict in their eyes. Perhaps this will be a lesson for all of them.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn thinks she might lose her mind if they stay on this train any longer.

They're about an hour away and the sun has finally set. She didn't expect them to arrive so late in the night but it's not really up to her at the end of the day.

She managed to get all of the children to lie down and at least try to fall asleep. It would make things much easier if they weren't running around and asking a million questions. She didn't attempt to try for a shower or bath, not when the bathrooms were significantly smaller than the ones back in the Capitol.

She stares out the window in the lounge, wondering what it'll smell like in Four. She's heard that it smells like fish, other people have said that it smells like salt and seaweed. She wouldn't know what any of those things smell like truth be told.

The sofa she's currently lying on is quite comfy, much comfier than the rounded sofa in the viewing car. She could almost fall asleep, just close her eyes for a few minutes until they arrived at the train station and... "Ms. Nightingale?"

Soarynn jolts back awake and sits up so fast that she almost falls off the sofa. Coriolanus is quick to steady her with his hand, and Soarynn's skin feels so hot from where he touched it. "Yes?" She asks, fussing with her hair to look like she wasn't about to fall asleep in the middle of the lounge. It's hard to read his facial expressions in the dimly lit lounge but she can tell that he's not too happy about what happened this afternoon.

"I came to discuss the argument my girls got into earlier today."

Soarynn purses her lips, she didn't think that conversation would turn into an argument but children are just full of surprises. "I...I'm sorry," she says, lowering her head, "they asked about my father and one thing led to another and then we were talking about death. It won't happen again."

He doesn't look too convinced so Soarynn prepares herself for a lecture about properly raising children but instead, he sits down next to her on the sofa, causing her to pull her legs up to her chest, a very unladylike position but he doesn't seem to care at the moment.

"It will happen again," he says with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, "it'll happen again, and again, and again until something changes." Soarynn wants to give him some words of comfort but she can't find any to give. What would she even say?

"What needs to change?"

Coriolanus turns his head to look at her and she's forgotten how piercing his blue eyes are. They beg to be looked at, to be seen. She'd gladly drown in those blue orbs if he let her. "They need a mother," he explains, "until I remarry, they'll be consumed by the thought of people dying and leaving them. You should've seen them after you left."

Soarynn tries very hard to forget about that period in her life and their life. She's done her best to move past it.

"It broke me," she says quietly, "I know we moved past it but I'm sure it scared them. One of the first things they ever asked me was if I was going to leave like the other nannies." Coriolanus closes his eyes, tilting his head back while letting out a quiet, tired groan, "That might have been my biggest mistake," he admits, "letting you go."

Soarynn wonders if that's supposed to be a compliment.

"I try to do right by my children, try to give them everything they could ever want but at the end of the day, they want Livia, and I can't bring her back from the dead. If I could, I would."

Soarynn wishes she could offer him some words of comfort but she knows it's pointless, she's been offered many condolences on her father's passing and all of them have meant nothing to her. No words can bring back the dead. Heal a broken heart.

"You could remarry," she suggests, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, "you're still young." His lips slightly curl up at her suggestion and he opens his eyes, giving her a side glance, "Still young huh? I hope I don't look old and decrepit, it would be a waste of good genetics."

Soarynn laughs softly, momentarily forgetting about where she's sitting or who she's talking to. "I promise you still look very youthful, very mature," she decides, and Coriolanus hums in approval, "Then there's hope for me yet."

Their eyes meet again and she wonders if he's ever dreamed about her before. She highly doubts it, Coriolanus Snow has a thousand things on his mind, and his nanny is likely at the bottom of this list.

"I'm glad you've come with us," he says and her heart skips a beat, "last year the children were downright miserable. They'll be much happier this year with you to watch over them." Soarynn keeps a small smile on her face even though she slightly deflates on the inside. She thought he might be glad for her company because he simply enjoys her company but it's not that simple. She has a job to do and he does too.

She'd do well to remember that.

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"This way to the cars, Soarynn, don't linger dear, let's get this show on the road," Eudora calls from the front of their small procession.

Arriving at District Four had been very anti-climatic compared to what Soarynn had been expecting. Not that she knew what to expect, but it had been more than a barren train station with only a squadron of Peacekeepers to greet them. Better than screaming crowds, she thinks to herself while stepping onto the platform with Caspian and Lenny in her arms.

Coriolanus walks a few steps ahead of her, carrying both Ceraphina and Celeste in his arms, their arms swinging and their heads leaning against his broad shoulders. It's sweet how he carries both girls with no problem.

Eudora leads the way to an armored vehicle, something Soarynn has never laid eyes on until now. She supposes certain precautions must be made when visiting the Districts, especially for the Presidential family. Eudora slides into the backseat first but Coriolanus lingers outside of the car, turning to look down at Soarynn and Caspian bringing up the rear. His eyes scan their surroundings while she slips past him and into the backseat, only letting his guard down once she's inside. Coriolanus slides in next to her, the door closing behind him a moment later and then the car begins moving.

"Is it always this quiet?" Soarynn asks to no one in particular, her voice merely a whisper so she doesn't wake up any of the children. All she could hear was the sound of the ocean during the brief walk from the train to the car. Eudora shakes her head, gazing out the tinted car window, "Depends on the District. Ten is obnoxiously loud with all of the livestock."

Soarynn rests a hand on the back of Caspian's head, peering down to see that he's still sound asleep, a bit of drool pooling on her sweater but she doesn't mind. She's just glad she got him to sleep.

They spend the rest of the car ride in silence which is fine by Soarynn, she can't seem to shake this sudden feeling of dread and anxiety from being in a foreign place. Coriolanus must pick up on her worrying thoughts because he carefully leans down so he doesn't wake anyone up, "We're perfectly safe here," he whispers. Soarynn gives him a small smile although she doesn't entirely believe him, "I know," she whispers back, tightening her grip on Caspian.

What feels like hours pass before they arrive at the Ocean Resort, giant sea stone walls surround the entire premises, and Soarynn spots guards patrolling the perimeter. Maybe Coriolanus was right. The car comes to a halt in front of tall iron gates and two Peacekeepers armed with rifles approach the car, speaking to the driver for a minute before the gates slowly open.

Eudora gives a nod of approval when she sees several staff members waiting outside by the entrance to welcome them, luggage carts waiting for their extensive amount of packed items.

Once they pull under the awning, Eudora shoots out of the car, barking out orders to the staff members, and instructing them how to handle every individual piece of luggage. Soarynn slides out after Coriolanus, only allowing herself a quick glance of the outside before following him up the marble steps and into the Resort.

They're greeted by a bald-headed man wearing a bright smile despite their late arrival time, "President Snow, it's a true honor to have you staying with us again." He gives Soarynn a polite nod and she returns it with a Capitol smile, this man must also be from the Capitol.

Many Capitolites work at the District Resorts due to safety concerns. Soarynn knows she'd feel much better if she were surrounded by people who also lived in the Capitol.

"This way to your suites," he gestures for them to follow him, and Soarynn trails behind Coriolanus, somewhat listening to his conversation with the man, somewhat tuning them out. She's beginning to feel tired and Caspian is beginning to grow heavy in her arms. They're led down many grand halls, the sound of the ocean growing louder and louder. They go up a small set of stairs and through two sets of doors, both guarded by Peacekeepers. They finally step into a small hallway with four doors all leading to what Soarynn presumes are their suites.

"Here is the primary suite," the man says, pushing open two large wooden doors with carvings of seashells and ocean waves. Soarynn's eyes widen with amazement when she sees how grand this suite is. The bed is huge, sitting on a platform. There's a small living room and dining room with a large window making up the entire back wall providing a view of what must be the ocean. Soarynn sees a set of french doors that most likely lead to an ocean-view balcony.

She follows both men inside and spins around, marveling at the tall ceilings and fancy light fixtures. If someone were to tell her that they were still in the Capitol right now, she’d believe them. “It’s gorgeous,” she murmurs, walking towards the large window to peer outside. She can’t see much due to how dark it is, but she catches a glimpse of the ocean waves along with four Peacekeepers patrolling the beach.

The Peacekeeper presence must be increased due to their visit. She’s never seen so many armed men in her life.

“Soarynn.”

She turns around to look across the room at Coriolanus who looks just as tired as she is, standing in front of another set of doors that must lead to a room within this room, “This is the children’s room,” he says while she makes her way over to him, peeking into the children’s bedroom for the week.

She finds it to look very nice, three beds perfectly made even though they’ll only need two. Some ocean-themed stuffed animals have been placed on the beds, welcome gifts for the children. They have a dresser and what looks like a closet.

But what Soarynn immediately notices is that there’s no windows in this room.

One way in, one way out.

And it’s not a mistake.

Coriolanus isn’t going to risk someone breaking into the children’s room in the middle of the night and she must admit, it’ll help her sleep better as well to know that their father is a few mere feet away from their beds at all times.

She also spots a crib tucked away in the corner and doesn’t hesitate to go towards it, carefully and gently lowering Caspian down until he sprawls out on the mattress.

They’ll only be needing one bed it seems.

She looks over her shoulder at Coriolanus who’s laying both the girls down on one of the beds, tucking them under the covers, adjusting their little heads on the large pillows. She had braided their hair before putting them to bed but some of their wilder curls have already come loose.

Soarynn makes sure Caspian is comfortable before brushing his hair back one last time and standing back up to her full height, feeling as if a literal weight has been lifted off of her chest.

She looks back at Coriolanus watching him with his girls for a moment, allowing herself a small smile when he presses a kiss to each of their cheeks before fully tucking them in.

Soarynn quietly pads back out into the main bedroom where Eudora is whisper screaming at the hotel staff, instructing them where to put all their luggage while also trying not to wake up the children.

“Put this here, put that there, leave that right there, bring that over here, don’t leave that there,” she hisses. Soarynn suppresses a smile at Eudora’s antics, no matter where they are, Eudora will make sure the job gets done. Soarynn feels Coriolanus come up behind her, his presence is impending, overwhelming and at the same time, it steadies her.

"Your room is this way," he says quietly, stepping to the side and gestruing for her to follow him. She does and feels a bit confused when he leads her to the living room area where there's a single door within the wall. It's slightly hidden by the wall's paneling, hidden by the untrained eye unless you're able to notice the small latch, "I thought it might be easier if we had conjoined rooms," he says.

Soarynn finds herself blushing at his suggestion against her will and his eyes quickly widen when he realizes the fault in his wording, "So that you can easily come and go without an escort," he adds, his own porcelain cheeks growing pink, "and the children will be able to find you easier that way."

Soarynn presses her lips into a tight smile, of course, that's what he meant, no other reason behind his decision. "Of course. Does Eudora also have a conjoining room?"

He coughs into his fist, "No."

Oh.

Without any further delay, he pushes the door open to reveal a room around the same size as his, with gorgeous furniture, a very comfortable-looking bed, and a dining table big enough to fit twelve people easily. Soarynn steps into her own room, almost wishing she brought Petunia simply to have some company at night. Coriolanus follows her in although he lingers near the door way, "I might have some diplomats over for meetings in the living room," he tells her, "so the children will come over here should that occur."

Soarynn nods, she's grown used to the children, namely the girls, running into her bedroom to wake her up. Why should this trip be any different?

"Alright," she finally says, "thank you."

He nods, "You're welcome. Eudora will bring your luggage soon, and if you need anything don't hesitate to knock."

Soarynn looks around her large room that could serve as an apartment for some people, but not the Snows. Still, she can't imagine needing anything. "I could always call the concierge should you be occupied with work," she assures him but Coriolanus frowns, worrying her that he might be offended by her suggestion.

He opens his mouth and then snaps it shut as if debating what words to use, "I...I would much rather prefer for you to ask me for anything you might need to be delivered to your room. The Resort is safe but anything could happen, you have to be prepared to anticipate the worst."

Soarynn begins to wonder if there's any tension between the Capitol and Four right now. Do people even know that they're here right now? People in the Capitol yes, but maybe the news is filtered in the Districts. She wouldn't be surprised if no one outside of the Resort staff knew of their whereabouts for safety reasons.

"Alright," she says softly, swaying on her feet, "I'll come to you for help should I need anything."

Those were the words he wanted to hear because Coriolanus visibly relaxes, "Good. Well, goodnight."

"Sleep well."

Soarynn watches him step back into his room and close the door behind him, finally leaving Soarynn alone. She lets out a tired sigh, spinning around and stretching out her arms. She never thought she'd see the ocean, let alone District Four but this job is full of opportunities.

She would be smart to not take any of them for granted.

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"Soarynn! Soarynn wake up!"

Soarynn barely cracks an eye open when she feels two small bodies crawling all over her from on top of the covers. She's far too used to her early wake-up calls from the girls by now. Not even fazed by it.

"I'm tired," she mumbles, pulling the covers over her head, "and I already know that it's far too early for you two to be waking me up." The girls only giggle in response but they got much more sleep than Soarynn did last night. She waited a while for Eudora to bring her luggage in with the staff and then she had to unpack, shower, and find her pajamas.

The girls just magically traveled from the train to the hotel room without even lifting a finger.

"We got stuffed animals!"

"And we're going to breakfast soon. Wake up, wake up!"

Soarynn groans when the covers are ripped away from her, the daylight striking her in the face. "I'm up," she grumbles, finally opening her eyes to find both girls jumping on her bed, "I'm up, I'm up. No need to torture me for any longer."

Ceraphina flops onto the bed next to her, a bright smile on her small face, "Your room is right next to ours, it's like a secret passage."

Soarynn hums and brushes some curls out from her face, "Except it's not a secret since you two already discovered it like the detectives you are."

Celeste finally stops jumping and settles down on top of the covers as well, her stuffed animal hugged to her chest, "I got a dolphin," she proudly tells Soarynn, showing off her new treasure. Ceraphina perks up and grabs her own stuffed animal which appears to be a seal lion, covered in spots, "Caspian got one too, except he only wants to play with Lenny."

Soarynn yawns and rubs her face, "I suppose we should go get Caspian from his crib hmm?"

Both girls slide off the bed, their little feet pattering towards the secret door while calling for her to hurry up. Soarynn yawns again, slowly stretching out her limbs before slipping out of bed. She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the vanity mirror sitting by her bedside. Her hair looks alright, still in the braid she did last night but she'll have to brush it and do some makeup before setting out for the day.

She pads towards the other bedroom, the secret door now wide open, allowing her to hear the girls and their shrieks of excitement as they explore the large suite.

Soarynn crosses into the Snow's domain, rubbing her bare arms to gain some warmth. She slept in her typical night gown with the thin straps and silk material but she might need to sleep with a sweater tonight as well. It's colder than she thought it would be at the beach.

She's about the round the corner to enter the children's room when Coriolanus appears from the bathroom, dressed and ready for the new day, making Soarynn feel very underdressed in her nightgown.

His eyes slightly widen at her appearance. Coriolanus is used to seeing Soarynn put together, properly dressed, and ready for anything. Right now she probably looks like a rat. His eyes rove over her body within a second, taking in all her bare skin that's usually covered when she’s working before they settle back onto her face.

"You have a lot of freckles," he finally says.

Soarynn can only nod and pray that he never brings this up again, "I just woke up," she says as an explanation.

He hums, "I can see that. We're having breakfast down in the grand dining room this morning. Eudora will show you the way." He walks away before she can even respond, leaving Soarynn standing there dumbstruck and somewhat embarrassed.

"Soarynn, can you help me pick out my dress?"

Soarynn shakes herself back into reality, "Coming darling."

She hopes today is a good day.

꧁ ꧂

The District Four Ocean Resort is gorgeous.

Soarynn has been blown away by the architectural design and all the little touches she's seen so far. After a nice breakfast with a beautiful view of the ocean, Soarynn, Eudora, and the children were given a proper tour of the Resort. They were shown the courtyard with lovely gardens, the ballrooms where events are held, the grand dining room, the lobby, and the indoor pool. There's also an indoor gymnasium, spa, and a small child care center should anyone travel with their children.

Coriolanus took off right after breakfast, Eudora said he'd been spread thin for the rest of the week so breakfast and the occasional run-in would have to suffice for the children. But the girls didn't seem to mind yet, not with the ocean and a pool within their grasp.

They asked to go see the ocean first and Soarynn was more than happy to lead all three children down the marble steps towards the beach. The sun was shining but it was still quite chilly, making her glad that she chose to pair her dress with a cardigan. "Let's take off your shoes here," she says, bending down to help Caspian with his small leather shoes. "Sand," he mumbles, reaching down from the step he's sitting on, and lightly touching the sand. Soarynn smiles, setting his shoes on a higher step, "That's right Cas, lots and lots of sand."

Lenny stayed in their room to lower the chances of him being swept out to sea. Soarynn didn't want to swim out to rescue him if she could help it.

Soarynn glances around the coastline but doesn't see anyone wandering along the beach beside them and a few other Resort guests. There are Peacekeeper's milling around but no locals. Maybe this part of the beach is closed off for guests. "Maybe we'll see a mermaid," Ceraphina gasps, kicking off her shoes with no regard for where they'll land.

Soarynn picks them up from the sand, shaking them for good measure before setting them next to Caspains before responding, "We might see some dolphins if we're lucky." The staff member who showed them around mentioned seeing marine wildlife from time to time but she advised against feeding any animals, including the seagulls currently circling around their heads.

"Just like my stuffed animal," Celeste decides, setting her own sandals next to her sisters, "now let's go!" The girls take off running towards the water, kicking up sand behind them, "C'mon Soarynn, c'mon Caspian!"

Soarynn picks up Caspian, kissing the top of his head, "Let's go find some shells hmm?"

Caspian nods, bringing his hand to his mouth, "Shells."

They spend a good hour scouring the sand for shells. Soarynn revels in the cold, salty water washing over her feet, taking in the salty smell. The girls manage to find many pretty shells, all colorful with unique patterns. Caspian is more interested in the sand than the shells but he seems content sticking his fingers into the wet sand.

"Oh, look, a crab!"

Soarynn looks up from her own searching when she hears that and turns to find that there is indeed a small hermit crab scuttling around the sand, doing its best to avoid the large humans. Soarynn smiles and quickly grabs Ceraphina's hand to stop her from poking at it, "Don't touch it, darling."

Ceraphina pouts, watching it disappear under the waves, "But I wanted to play with it." Soarynn chuckles while imagining the crab pinching her little finger, "We musn't play with wild animals. We should be kind to them and leave them be."

Celeste's eyes are wide with amazement and she carefully stands up, many shells in her small hands, "I wish we could go swimming in the ocean." Soarynn smooths down her curls, "We can swim in the pool," she offers, "it's heated." Soarynn doesn't mind being in cold water, but, this heated pool is definitely a nice amenity. The children could care less but she knows adults are more likely to go for a swim if the water's nice and warm.

"Can I wear my pink bathing suit?" Celeste asks her, grabbing her hand. Soarynn smiles, squeezing her small hand gently, "You certainly can. But we have to come back after swimming to get ready for dinner. There's going to be very important people that we'll be dining with tonight."

At breakfast, Eudora had filled her in on how the day would go. Coriolanus would attend countless meetings, speak with different leaders within District Four, and wrap it all up with a luxurious dinner at the Resort. The Mayor would be in attendance and Coriolanus himself had stressed the importance of everyone looking their best and behaving their best.

Soarynn was a bit stressed to put things lightly.

The children weren't on their regular schedule so behavior flare-ups were bound to happen at some point and with her luck, it would happen at dinner.

She just has to hope for the best.

꧁ ꧂

"Watch me Soarynn! Watch me!"

Soarynn holds onto the stair railing while she watches Celeste disappear under the water for about two seconds before popping back up with a splash. Caspian giggles when the water hits his face and Soarynn smiles, "That was amazing darling."

The pool was to no one's surprise, empty. They had the whole place to themselves. Soarynn and the children occupied the shallow end, three feet being shallow enough for the girls to stand if they wanted to and for Soarynn to sit on the steps with Caspian in her lap, letting the water wash over both of their legs.

Caspian was more interested in splashing than swimming but that was to be expected. He loved to splash around whenever he was in the bath, oftentimes getting more water on the floor than on him but Soarynn didn't mind. There would be a time when he'd be too old for bath time, too old for her to look after him which would mean that her job here was done.

Soarynn doesn't realize that she's frowning at these conclusions until Ceraphina wades over to her, a concerned look on her face, "Are you okay Soarynn?"

Soarynn forces a smile onto her face, "Perfectly fine darling. Why don't you show me another one of your tricks?" The girl's tricks consisted of: twirling, jumping, splashing, and sometimes, all three at once. Soarynn and Caspian applauded every single trick with vigor and enthusiasm.

They've been swimming for quite some time now but Soarynn carved out enough time for them to swim, go back to the suite, shower, and change before dinner. "Does Daddy like swimming?"

Soarynn shrugs her shoulders, she doesn't peg Coriolanus as the swimming type but he's a man of mystery, "I don't know," she admits, "you'll have to ask him tonight. I'm sure the Mayor likes swimming."

Ceraphina nods before submerging herself once again, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake.

They swim for a while longer before Soarynn decides that it's time to head back. She's met with protest of course, but manages to get all three children swaddled in towels. Once they're all dried, they begin making their way toward the West Wing, where all the finest suites are located according to Eudora. Two Peacekeepers follow behind them and Soarynn can't help but notice how barren the Resort seems at this hour. Aside from a few guests, she sees no staff at all which is odd considering how helpful they've been this afternoon.

She shakes off the odd feeling once they reach the stairs and helps the girls up while carrying Caspian, "How do you two want your hair done tonight?"

"Pigtails!"

"Ponytail!"

She nods while opening the doors that lead to the largest suite, "Alright, that sounds doable." She might add some braids to their hair to make it look more intricate.

Soarynn closes the doors behind them, offering the Peacekeepers a small smile before locking the doors. She turns back to the girls who look like they're already dreading bathtime, "Who wants to go first?"

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn hears a knock at her suite doors while putting her earrings in but she pays it no mind. Probably the maids bringing fresh towels. "You look so pretty Soarynn." She smiles at the compliment and glances over her shoulder at the girls who are watching her every move with fascination, "Thank you, darling. I must say, you two look like little princesses. Your father will love your dresses."

Soarynn dressed the girls in light blue dresses, complimenting their eyes and curls. She had found a very similar shade of blue on one of her dresses and the girls loved the idea of matching with her.

Someone knocks again and Soarynn scoffs, "You'd think they'd learn how to wait," she mutters, rising from her seat.

Just as she's about to start towards the door, she hears Caspian fussing from the other room and her attention is drawn to him in an instant. She and the girls cross over into the main suite where Caspian is trying very hard to get rid of his little bow tie but failing miserably at it.

Soarynn chuckles, lifting him from the crib and kissing his cheek, "It's only for a little while Cas," she assures him, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, "and we need to get going." She lets the girls check their reflections in the bathroom mirror one last time before opening the doors that lead to the hallway. She's greeted by two Peacekeepers but not the same ones that escorted them from the pool. They must rotate their shifts.

"Where to ma'am?" one of them asks, his accent different than any accent Soarynn has ever heard before. She's also never been addressed by a Peacekeeper before but maybe Coriolanus sent them to escort his family. She gives him a polite smile and nods towards the children, "We'll be going to have dinner."

His own smile wavers and he glances back at his partner, "Dinner where?"

Ceraphina peers out from behind Soarynn, her eyebrows furrowed, "With our Daddy silly." Soarynn clears her throat, "In the grand dining room," she elaborates, "we should be going." Soarynn goes to step to the left but he steps with her, blocking her path, "Let us escort you."

Something inside of Soarynn is screaming to turn away but she silences that voice, that premonition. Even though this man gives her the same feeling that Festus gave her months ago on that fateful night. "Alright," she finally decides, "lead the way."

She ushers the children to follow her, feeling conflicted as they go down the stairs and make their way towards the main lobby. Instead of veering right the way they did this morning for breakfast, they turn left into what looks like an area restricted for the Resort staff. The Peacekeeper offers her a toothy smile, "Shortcut," he says as a way of explaining their different choice of route. Soarynn nods but she's more focused on the fact that he's missing a front tooth.

They walk down the narrow hallway and she notices the men speaking in hushed whispers now, glancing back at her and the children every now and then. Soarynn stops in her tracks, causing the girls to run into her, "Ow! Why'd you stop Soarynn?"

She shakes her head, beginning to walk backward, "We need to go back," she mutters, "we need to find your father."

"Is there a problem?" The other Peacekeeper asks, his attention now on her and the children. Soarynn lets out a nervous chuckle, resting one hand on Ceraphian's head while the other holds Caspian to her hip, "No, no problem at all. We forgot to grab Caspian's stuffed animal Lenny and he's quite attached to him. We'll go back and get him, come on girls."

He tilts his head, looking her up and down and Soarynn feels a shiver run down her spine, "You're not going anywhere and unless you want things to get messy, you'll follow us, and bring his kids too."

Soarynn pushes both girls behind her protectively, "I will do no such thing."

Within a second he's whipping out a gun, pointing it straight at Caspian's head, "You'll do as your fucking told. We have a deal to make with President Snow," his eyes travel up and down her. body in a creepy, lustful way, "and we just found his biggest weakness."

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adrienneleclerc · 10 months ago

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OBSESSED

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Y/N has been dating Henry Cavill for a few weeks and everything was going fine with their relationship until she found out that his ex is Ana de Armas.

Warning: I think this turned out a little more comical than I wanted to but it was fun to write.

A/N: Obviously his dating history is made up, this is inspired by Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo (I definitely prefer GUTS over SOUR, its more my vibe, not a stan though) ANYWAY, as a plus sized Latina who struggles with her body image and has tons of insecurities, i will be projecting. Let me know if you want more plus sized Y/Ns in the future

When Y/N was younger, she always had the dream of walking the red carpet like Salma Hayek. Though she wasn’t a singer or an actress, she couldn’t believe her dream is coming true as she walks alongside Henry Cavill, her super handsome actor boyfriend. They met on the set of the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare, Y/N was the guest of Eiza Gonzalez, Henry confused her as one of the wardrobe designers, Y/N explained who she was, and they hit it off. They were invited to the premiere of an action movie. She had on a smoky blue dress with a slit up to the middle of her left thigh and a corset bodice, absolutely beautiful. Henry and Y/N were posing for photos and Henry leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You look ravishing, darling.” Henry whispered and kissed her temple when he pulled away. After a few more pictures, they entered the area, Henry began to talk to some people he knew and that’s when Y/N bumped into someone.

“Ay que boba soy, im so sorry.” Y/N told the Woman she bumped into but couldn’t see her face.

“No se preocupe, está bien.” The woman said, she turned to face Y/N and Y/N was in shock.

“No way, Ana de Armas de verdad lo siento mucho, no me estaba fijando.” Y/N said,

“Toda está bien, de verdad, me encanta su vestido.” Ana said, gesturing to Y/N’s dress. The twos were talking until…

“Ready to go in, love?” Henry said, putting his arm around Y/N. “Ana, how are you?” Henry asked the Cuban woman.

“Henry, I didn’t know you came with someone, she’s stunning. It was nice seeing you again, guapo, un placer conocerla, querida.” Ana said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek as she went inside. Henry and Y/N stayed back.

“How do you two know each other? I don’t think you guys made a movie together, right?” Y/N asked, curious how the British man knew the Cuban actress.

“Well, love, um, Ana and I dated…for a while.” Henry said. Y/N’s eyes widened.

“What?” Y/N questioned. So many questions were going through her head. Why did they break up? Was it jealousy? Is that why Henry chose her to date? He wouldn’t get jealous dating Y/N because no one else would want to date the fat girl? Henry’s voice pulled her away from her thoughts.

“Let’s go in and watch the movie, yeah?” Henry asked, leading Y/N in the theater to watch the movie but Y/N couldn’t pay attention. She couldn’t help but compare herself to Ana de Armas, like Ana was basically perfect! Ana’s hair looks so healthy, her amber eyes were just beautiful, her skin was flawless, and then there’s her, her hair is frizzy no matter how she styles it (wavy hair problems), there’s nothing special about her eyes, and no amount of makeup or skincare would give her that airbrushed look. Why is Henry going out with Y/N? That is what she keeps asking herself.

When the movie was over, Henry and Y/N went back to his house to unwind.

“You staying the night, darling?” Henry asked, hanging up his coat.

“Yeah, Fortachón, I’m staying.” Y/N said, sitting on his couch. “I didn’t know you dated Ana.”

“Yeah, it was a long time ago.” Henry said.

“If you guys never had any movies together, how did you meet?” Y/N asked. She was curious about his past relationship.

“My love, I don’t think we should be talking about this.” Henry commented.

“Fine, I’ll drop it.” Y/N said.

“Good.” Henry said. “Now let’s get you out of this dress because I’m tempted to see what’s underneath.” Henry grinned.

And he did just that. However, when Henry was asleep, Y/N was wide awake, looking at Ana’s instagram. She is so perfect! Not too short, not too tall, Ana had an hourglass figure unlike herself. Did Ana slept in the same bed as Henry, same side as Y/N, she bet Ana had those sexy silk pajamas unlike her, opting for her Macy’s pajamas set. She googled Henry and Ana together and their size difference was PERFECT, Henry and Ana looked like Hercules and Meg, Y/N, however, saw herself as Merryweather from Sleeping Beauty.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Y/N mumbled, her hands covering her face. She decided to watch Overdrive, which is one of Ana de Armas’s movie and she was gorgeous, but Ana was definitely prettier in person. Y/N fell asleep watching one of her interviews on YouTube, turns out Ana and Henry are the same sign.

Henry woke up and found Y/N already awake, stalking Ana’s Instagram.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Henry asked,

“Nothing.” Y/N said, quickly exiting out of the app.

“That didn’t look like nothing, why are you looking at pictures of Ana?” Henry asked, sitting up in the bed.

“I’m just curious. How long have you two dated?” Y/N asked. Henry rolled his eyes.

“I thought you dropped it.” Henry said.

“And I’m picking it up again, how long have you two dated?” Y/N asked.

“4 years, I met her when I was filming ‘A man from UNCLE’ in Italy.” Henry told Y/N, knowing what her next question would be.

“Why did you two break up?” Y/N asked.

“I guess we just grew apart.” Henry commented and Y/N looked at him.

“Why did you grow apart?” Y/N asked.

“Oh my god, angel, leave it alone, please, I have never seen you act this way, you know I’ve had previous relationships, why is this one different?” Henry asked

“Because it’s Ana de Armas! You went from Ana de Armas to me, do you understand how mind boggling that is?” Y/N gets up from their bed. “She’s an 11 and I’m a 4, and that’s on a good day, Fortachón. I know you love me and clearly looks don’t matter to you,” Y/N said gesturing to herself. “But I can’t help but think about you and Ana. What about your other exes? Are they actresses too? Or are they models? Singers?“

“You think I don’t wonder about your exes too?” Henry gets up as well. “Of course I think about them! But I don’t obsess over them like your obsessing over Ana right.” Henry said.

“You wanna know why? Because you don’t know who they are! You never met them, I never really told you about them, so you could imagine them however you want! You are a public figure so your previous relationships are all on Google.” Y/N said and goes downstairs to the kitchen, Henry following quickly behind her.

“Y/N, i love YOU, i am with you, Ana and I haven’t talked in years, we only make small talk if we see each other at award shows or premieres. You are so beautiful and I love you because you make me feel safe, happy, and at home.” Henry said, looking at Y/N in her eyes.

“I love you too, Fortachón, but I still have some questions. Did she give great head? Like I know I’m not the best at it, I’ve been told before, but…” Y/N started but Henry kissed her, after a while he pulled away.

“You’re better…wait, who said you weren’t good?” Henry questioned.

“Not the point..” Y/N said but was interrupted by Henry.

“No no, you obsessed over Ana, now it my turn to talk about your ex, what did he do?” Henry asked with his arms folded in front of his chest.

“Mm, He’s a hockey player, his name is James Oleksiak.” Y/N said. She went to the fridge to look for what to make for breakfast. “How do you feel about pancakes?” Y/N asked. Henry googled him and his eyes widened.

“James Oleksiak? HE IS 6’7!” Henry exclaimed.

“Yeah, i was a hockey WAG, good times.” Y/N said. “If it makes you feel better, I dated Lewis Hamilton for a while too, he’s 5’9 so you’re good.”

“You’re doing this on purpose now.” Henry said, also looking up pictures of Lewis Hamilton. “Okay, now I know how you feel.”

“I guess we’re both obsessed with each other’s exes. Can we stop doing that? That was actually exhausting.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, as far as we know, we only date each other.” Henry said, kissing Y/N. “How big was James?”

“I am not answering that.” Y/N said, laughing at Henry’s question.

“Why not? I answered your question about Ana.” Henry tried to convince Y/N. “Wait, did James say you weren’t that good or was it Lewis?”

“I’m good, I just can’t deep throat.” Y/N said and Henry thought for a second.

“It was James, wasn’t it?” Henry asked.

“Oh my god, stop, help me make pancakes.” Y/N said

The end

Because of the poll results, I am trying to write more Henry Cavill x Reader, I’ll still write about Walter and Mike, just not as often. ALSO, Henry Cavill’s nickname going forward is “Fortachón”, I can’t BELIEVE I forgot that in Hercules, his nickname in the Spanish Latino dub is fortachón, and since I had the idea to make Henry dress up as Hercules in a fanfic @shellyshellshell wrote, Fortachón is PERFECT! I was going through a crisis trying to figure out a good nickname for Henry, like damn.

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luvingspence · 13 days ago

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rude boy | r.w

reese wilkerson x female!reader

authors note: my first full fic in a while! i know the malcolm in the middle fandom is quite small and a lot of my current followers won’t care about this fic so i’m very sorry but mitm is my biggest obsession rn so i wanted to write for reese!

sorry for my rusty writing! and if i accidentally switch between mom and mum i’m so sorry! im not used to saying mom!

if anyone is also a reese fan feel free to give me more ideas! i don’t have a lot of time for full fics because of university but i’m always free for HCs :)

synopsis: Reese Wilkerson, rude, violent and brutish and the three words that come to mind when one hears his name. But surely there’s a lot more to him, right?

warnings: none, i’m just not american so my description of US schools and stuff will be very inaccurate, sorry! Also Reese is 17! But there is no Jamie. So like Season 6 is Jamie wasn’t there.

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School had been an absolute drag that day. She returned home with frizzy hair, worn off and imperfect makeup that had been decent looking ghat very morning, and a C+ English paper she had been slaving away at for the past two weeks in her bag.

In all honesty, she was just holding out for prom. Her last hoorah before college, an out of state one, far away from North High, people she didn’t like, teachers she didn’t like, and a town she didn’t like.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Her mother gingerly chirped from the kitchen. Y/N followed her mother’s voice into the kitchen, smelling whatever it was she was making for dinner.

“Hi, Mom.” She said quietly, leaning over the counter as she rested her chin on her hand, the other she used to dip her finger into the small bowl of sauce her mother had sitting on the counter.

“Don’t touch!” Her mother laughed, lightly swatting her hand away.

Licking the remains of the sauce off her hand, she giggled out a sarcastic, “Sorry, Mom.”

“Oh whatever, dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Go clean up and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Y/N shook her head, swinging her bag over her shoulder, ready to retreat to her room. “I can’t stay for dinner, I’m babysitting tonight, remember?”

She nodded. “Yeah, the Wilkersons.”

Her mother turned around, “The Wilkersons? Aren’t their boys in high school?”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, two are but one is still in middle school. Lois doesn’t trust Reese or Malcolm to take care of Dewey or something so she asked me to keep an eye on things.”

Her mother hummed. “Well, those boys can be a bit of trouble.”

“Trouble?!” She exclaimed, utterly exasperated. “There more than trouble. Malcolm’s okay. Awkward but okay. But Reese is a jackass.”

“Language!” Her mom laughed, but then her face softened. “But you never know what that boy could be going through, maybe there’s a reason why he’s such a jackass.”

Y/N thought for a moment. Maybe. But then again, is there a good enough excuse to justify the way Reese treats people?

At least once a day, she witnesses a younger kid cry over a cruel prank, comment, or action from Reese Wilkerson. In her mind, nothing excuses such mean behaviour and brutal actions.

“Maybe.”

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“Okay, emergency numbers are on the refrigerator, if you need to use one call me right after. We’ll be home at 11.” Lois, the Wilkerson boy’s mother, said as she frantically rummaged through her old purse. Y/N didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Alright, no problem!” She chirped sweetly, wanting to make a good impression. She was really just hoping for a good tip.

“And thank you so much for doing this.” Lois said, looking at her with tired eyes as her husband Hal rubbed her shoulder softly. “With our boys we never get to go out like this.”

Y/N nodded along and laughed. “I know, boys can be hard. I have a younger brother.”

Lois and Hal shared a look. “I’m sure he’s no match for our three.” Lois sighed, pursing her lips.

“Well four, but Francis is out of the house.” Hal corrected, sending a tight lipped smile to Y/N.

Once assured she had everything, Lois quickly checked herself in a mirror and brushed herself down before smiling widely. “Well, we should get going!” She turned to walk out the door, but quickly turned back around and gave Y/N a pointed look, “Whatever Reese says to you is probably a lie, remember that!”

Y/N nodded curtly before waving the couple off.

Once the door closed she turned to sit on the couch, deciding to watch some TV. She was pretty sure the boys were in their room, but decided to leave them be.

She wasn’t an actual babysitter, just hired damage control to make sure they don’t burn the house down.

While flicking through a few channels, a crash was heard from the boys room, and suddenly, the eldest and youngest emerged and now stood in the kitchen.

“You’re the worst brother ever!” The youngest cried out, holding a broken model ship in his hands. “I worked on this for hours!”

“That thing was stupid anyway.” Reese said, taking a broken part from Dewey’s hands, throwing it to the ground before stomping on it. As if the thing wasn’t broken enough already.

Feeling sorry for Dewey, Y/N stood up, marching over to the boys. “Oh my god! What did you do?”

“Who the hell are you?” Reese said rudely.

“Why are you in our house?” Dewey added, confused, but he soon resumed sadly looking at the ruined model in his hands.

Hal and Lois mustn’t have told them. “Oh-“ She realised she did look like an intruder, “Your parents hired me to keep an eye on you guys while they went out tonight. I’m Y/N.”

She did a double take, “Reese, you know me, we have a class together.”

“A babysitter?” Reese groaned, ignoring her second comment and walking to the TV room and flopping onto the couch.

“No, more like-“ She thought for a moment. “Okay yeah, kind of like a babysitter.”

“Do they forget I’m in high school?” The boy huffed, eyes closed tightly. The embarrassment was clear on his face, it’s not normal for a 17 year old to be babysat by a peer, but with his behaviour, Y/N can’t really blame his parents for being cautious.

“No, they don’t, they just don’t trust you.” She quipped, standing next to Dewey.

“Whatever.” Reese scowled, rising from the couch. He gave Y/N a mean glare before returning to the boys shared bedroom.

She watched him as he walked away, then shrugging, going back to her place on the couch. She rummaged through her bag, lifting out a dark red dress and a small sewing kit.

The youngest Wilkerson sat next to her, “What are you doing?”.

She smiled sweetly, “This is my prom dress. I’m just DIY-ing the zipper. It’s not closing right.” She said while turning the dress inside out to focus on perfecting the zipper.

“It’s pretty.” Dewey said very matter-of-factly. He set his broken model on the coffee table, sighing and staring at his ruined hard work.

“I’m sorry about your ship, Dewey.” Her gaze turned sympathetic as she looked at him.

“It’s the USS Constitution. It looked really cool when it was still in one piece.” He said.

“I’m sure it did.”

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Dewey still sat next to Y/N, chatting away and laughing, telling little kid jokes while trying to fix his model ship with some glue. Meanwhile, Y/N sat next to him, still carefully fixing her zipper an hour later.

She worked carefully around the lace on the bust of the chest, ensuring her needlework was slow and cautious to keep the dress in its original condition. She nodded along to watch Dewey was saying, replying with soft hums and quips, still engaged, but not distracted.

Clattering and yelling began and began to grow louder as Reese snd Malcolm approached the living room. It had been quiet for sometime, but clearly the short period of peace in the Wilkerson household had ended.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she and Dewey placed their respective projects on the coffee table, Y/N preparing to mediate and Dewey preparing to simply stand by and witness his two older brother’s antics.

The yelling was indiscernible, all that should be heard was the sound of crude insults being thrown and the two boys hitting each other.

“Stop making me feel so stupid all the time then!” Reese shoved his brother, pushing him dangerously closer to the coffee table as he yelled at Malcolm.

“I didn’t say anything!” Malcolm replied, denying his brother’s accusations, shoving him back.

The back and forth shoving continued to ensue until Reese’s last harsh, strong shove sent Malcolm falling into the table, breaking a leg off the table and sending Dewey’s boat flying onto the floor.

“What is wrong with you two!” Y/N cried, getting on her knees to inspect the damage.

“We break stuff all the time, Mom’s used to it.” Malcolm said carelessly, picking himself up as her rubbed his back which seemingly took the brunt of the fall.

“Yeah, but it happened under my watch!” She groaned, “I was meant to make sure stuff like this didn’t happen.” She began picking the magazines, books, and other miscellaneous items off the floor.

“Oh my-,” Her eyes widened and her eyes welled up slightly. In her hands was her pretty red dress, now torn slightly with spilled glue all over it. The tear she could fix, but the glue?

Dewey looked on, staring at Y/N before looking to Malcolm and Reese, and his eyes began to dart back and forth between them. “Is that your…?”

She nodded.

“What is it?” Malcolm asked.

“It was my dress for prom. I was fixing it up a bit and now there’s glue all over it.” She said quietly, balling it up it her hands and resting it on her lap and she stared at the floor.

“Oh crap.” Malcolm looked to Reese. “Sorry, Y/N. Can you like, wash it out or anything?”

She shook her head.

“I’m not sorry.” Reese shrugged. “It’s prom, no big deal. Just don’t go. I’m not.”

She stood up, still holding her dress as she narrowed her eyes. “Reese, you aren’t going because you don’t want to, but I did. A-And I paid so much money for this dress and shoes-“ She huffed, “And now I can’t go.”

Malcolm nervously laughed, taking the dress from her hands, “Sure you can!” He inspected the dress, the glue had dried into a hardened splotch on the lace. There was no fixing it. “You can get a new dress! We’ll pitch in.” He stared at her with pleading eyes. “Just don’t tell our Mom, please!”

“I won’t tell her.” She sniffed. “Snitching won’t get me this dress back.”

“How much was it?” Dewey asked sweetly.

“Like, 300 dollars.” She laughed. “I saved up like two pay checks and my Mom added the rest.”

Malcolm grabbed his wallet and began to go through it, “I have…” He handed her a wad of cash, “174 dollars. I did some extra shifts, that should be enough to get a new dress once Reese chips in, right?”

She held the wad of cash while Reese scrunched up his face incredulously, “What? No! It’s just a dumb dress, get a cheaper one with your own money.” He snatched the money back and pocketed it.

Malcolm shoved his shoulder, “We’ll get into so much trouble if we don’t fix this dress. Just give her some money and we’ll be in the clear.” Reese rolled his eyes and handed the money back.

“Fine. Take Malcolm’s money.” He sent her a rude, sarcastic smile and walked away. “But you’re not taking any of mine!” And with that, he was back in his room with the door shut.

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Breakfast the next day was the usual in the Wilkerson house, loud and chaotic, and the boys arguing over the last scrap of bacon.

Lois stood staring at her boys, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms folded and eyes narrowed. “Y/N left upset last night. What happened?”

Malcolm gulped, Dewey’s lips tightened, while Reese took the opportunity to grab the last bit of bacon.

“She was upset? We didn’t notice?” Malcolm said with a nervous laugh, picking at his plate.

“Maybe something happened at school that day?” Dewey offered, hoping Lois would drop it.

“It was probably that stupid dress.” Reese said stupidly and nonchalantly, a mouth full of bacon, clearly unfeeling towards what he did he Y/N’s dress.

“Dress?” Lois exclaimed, silently demanding answers. “What did you boys do?!”

“Y/N and I were on the couch and Reese and Malcolm came into the TV room fighting and then Reese pushed Malcolm into the coffee table, and spilled glue all over Y/N’s prom dress while she was sewing it!” Dewey exclaimed, losing breath while he rambled out an explanation, ensuring he preserved his own innocence.

Lois’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her eye brows raised and were now covered by her fringe. “You got glue all over that poor girls prom dress?” She marched over to the boys. “Did you apologise? Your father snd I are going to have to buy that girl a new prom dress now! I can’t believe you two!”

“I apologised! I gave her all the money in my wallet to help her buy a new one.” Malcolm put his hands on his chest, quickly defending himself before deciding to throw Reese under the bus, it was his fault after all. “Reese didn’t apologise! He’s the one that really ruined it anyway, he pushed me into the coffee table!”

Lois grabbed Reese by the ear, “You-,” She collected herself, “You are going to pick up extra shifts, buy her a new dress and give it to her yourself, Reese.”

“But-“ He tried.

“And no TV, no video games, no going outside, you are in your room for three weeks, Mister!” She dragged him to his room and slammed the door.

Reese flopped onto his bed, “Crap.”

He supposed he felt bad. She was just sitting on the couch with Dewey. And she spent a lot of money on the dress. She said she even bought matching shoes. He huffed and walked over to his drawer at a desk in his room, he shifted through the mess in the drawer until he found his most recent pay check, crumpled up in a ball. He hadn’t used it yet.

160 dollars. Maybe he should just give this to her. Buy herself the dress. He didn’t know what dress she would like. He didn’t even know any dress stores near by.

“Guess I’ll just find a dress store.”

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Prom was in a week. Reese still hadn’t given her a dress yet, and at this point Y/N was sure she just wouldn’t go unless she was willing to wear jeans and a nice blouse.

“Y/N?” She looked up from the bench she sat on, her friends all just as confused as her when they saw Reese Wilkerson in front of them, looking bashful and nervous.

“Yeah?” She deadpanned, not caring to speak to the boy who ruined her prom.

“Can we talk?” He looked at her pleadingly, one hand gripping a bag strap. She had never seen him look like this before, so out of pure curiosity and nothing else, she nodded and followed him to a secluded stairwell.

“What is it, Reese?” She leant against a wall, staring at him, wanting whatever this one to be over with.

He handed her a bag. It was a large paper bag with pink and white stripes with the name of a local dress store written on it in cursive black writing. “Here.” He almost shoved the bag in her hands, she clutched it to her chest, staring at him.

“Well, open it!” He near yelled. Not out of rudeness, but more out of awkwardness.

Obeying him, she opened the bag and pulled out a red dress. She held it by the straps to allow the dress to unfold, and as the satin fabric fell she gasped. It was a dark black-red, with gorgeous black lace over it. It looked to be exactly her size too. Lois definitely helped with his.

“I know it isn’t the exact one but the dress store said I couldn’t have that dress because they don’t sell the same dress twice to the same school or something.” He rambled out. “But I thought this was like, similar.”

She smiled widely. “Thank you, Reese. I actually like this a lot more than my first dress.” She folded the dress up carefully and put it back in the bag. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly. “This was really sweet of you.”

Reese smiled. “I mean, my mom made me do it but, you’re welcome.”

“Well, tell your mom thank you.”

“I will.”

They stared at each other for a bit.

“Do you wanna go with me?” She blurted out.

His brows furrowed, “Huh?”

“Prom.” She clarified bashfully. “I.. I know you don’t want to go but, this is your senior year, you know? You might regret not going so.. do you wanna go with me?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Uh, yeah, okay.” He nodded and smiled.

“Great!” She chirped. “My friends and I rented a limo, a few of the girls are bringing dates so you won’t be the only guy. I’ll tell the limo to swing round yours at around 8.” She smiled, “Unless you wanna come to mine and they’ll pick us up together.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there.” She nodded.

“Cool.”

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over. “Well, I’ve gotta go to class but, I’ll see you later?”

“See you later.” Reese nodded with the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face. She wondered what a date with him would actually be like.

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“Honey! That boy is here!” Her mom called sweetly from the living room.

“Yeah, one second!” She called back. She dusted herself over, ensuring she had packed everything she needed in her small black bag; lipgloss, prom ticket, powder and a puff. She was ready to go.

She walked down the stairs, a little less than gracefully; these heels were the highest she had ever worn. She was nervous for Reese’s reaction. She didn’t like him, surely not, but every girl wants her date to tell her she’s pretty.

“Oh, Y/N you look gorgeous!” Her mom clapped excitedly, “Pictures! C’mon, stand next to Reese.”

She smiled at her mother’s excitement and stood next to Reese, who was stood a bit away from her mom wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit, but he still looked quite put together, a lot different from the usual.

She would even go as far to say he looked handsome.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She said back, a slight shy smile on her face as she averted her gaze to the carpeted floor.

“You look nice.” He said lowly. Clearly he was just as shy as she.

“So do you.” She returned the compliment.

“Okay, stand closer!” Her mom said cheekily as she giggled from behind the camera, “He’s your date, don’t act like you hate him.”

They followed Y/N’s mom’s instructions for the photos, and after what felt like far too long, but was realistically probably five minutes. After the photos, her mom placed the camera down on a small dark wooden table next to the staircase and held her daughter’s face in her hands.

“Okay, you two go have a good time.” She kissed Y/N’a forehead. “And if you somehow end up having a few drinks don’t come home drunk. If I can’t tell you won’t get in trouble.” She joked.

“There’s not gonna be alcohol, I think they’re checking bags and pockets at the door anyway.” Y/N reassured her mother.

“They are?!” The two women looked at Reese.

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The music was loud, so loud in fact, Y/N and Reese couldn’t tell what song was playing. After an a few hours, the pair had grown quite sick of the prom. Overstimulated and bored, they had ran out of things to talk about. Not that they could really hear each other anyway.

“I’m pretty sure the bass is louder than the actual lyrics.” Y/N leaned to Reese’s ear so that he could hear her amongst the cacophony of terrible music, teacher’s yelling and teenage drama and gossip. He nodded in agreement, tugging on her arm.

“You wanna go outside for a while?” He asked, “My ears are ringing and I don’t wanna go deaf at prom!”

The laugh that escaped her went almost unheard, completely drowned out by typical teenage dance music. Smiling with a small nod, she agreed to leave with him. She would have usually told her friends, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were. She assumed somewhere with their dates, either on the dance floor or a stairwell for reasons she didn’t want to think about.

The air was cold and nippy, but it felt good to be far away from the sea of warm bodies in the gym hall. She rubbed her shoulders, heating herself up as she and Reese walked side by side, soon approaching the bleachers at the football field. They sat down on the first row of benches, glad to finally have somewhere to rest as all tables in the gym were taken.

“Tonight was good.” She smiled. “You glad you came?”

Reese thought for a moment, before giving her a curt nod, but he hadn’t smiled like she had expected. He suddenly looked quite sad.

“What’s up?” She scooted closer to him, thighs touching. “Have you not enjoyed tonight?”

“No!” He shook his head, “I did. I had fun.”

With brows furrowed, she placed her hand on his knee comfortingly. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Just like-“ He looked embarrassed. “The reason I didn’t want to come is that, well I thought no one would wanna go with me?”

“Oh.” She was surprised at his sudden vulnerability. “A lot of people show up with just their friends Reese, not having a date isn’t a big deal. People with dates usually end up with their friends by the end of the night anyway.”

Reese hunched over, placing his head in his hands, ruffling up the hair he cared so much about. “But I don’t even have any friends. Like, I’d be showing up completely alone. No date, no friends, like no one at all.”

She just didn’t know what to say, “R-Reese, you could have came with Malcolm? You could have both came tonight.”

“Show up to prom with my only friend, who’s also my brother?” He spoke as if the idea was utterly insane, looking at her sadly. “That’s so lame. We both don’t have friends. His only friend is Stevie.”

She just rubbed his back, not knowing what to say.

“Girls don’t like me. People just don’t like me.”

Sighing, she removed her warm hand his hand from his back, placing it in her own lap. “Reese? Can I be fully honest?”

He nodded, looking to the grass.

“Completely honest, and you won’t get upset?”

“I won’t get upset.”

“People don’t like you because you’re rude, Reese.” His brows furrowed, but his face relaxed. She was right.

“You’re mean to people who have done nothing to you, you bully girls instead of letting them know you like them in a mature, respectful way.” She continued. “You’re attractive, Reese. If you were nice and friendly you would have no problem with girls. If you weren’t so cruel you would have more friends. People have given up on being friends with you because you’ve either been mean to them or their friends.”

He gulped. “I know.”

She sighed, laughing frustratedly. “Then why act like that?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out. Speechlessness was rare for Reese. For a minute, a quiet silence was shared between them, until Reese offered an explanation.

“I’m not smart. I don’t know how to talk to people, or how to make friends.” He admitted slowly, his insecurity clear as day. “The only way I know how to be around people is to be like that, because that’s how I am with my brothers.”

She looked at him sympathetically. “But you can’t treat everyone at school like how you treat your brothers. Especially girls and the younger kids.”

“I know. But I don’t know how else to act.” He shrugged sadly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t been mean tonight. My friends and their dates got a long with you.” She lifted her head from his suit clad shoulder and made him look at her. “You did good tonight, Reese. They liked you. You can make friends.”

He looked at her with such unabashed vulnerability, “They like me?” She smiled at him, “Yeah, they do.”

Helplessly, he threw himself into her, hugging her with all his might. A tight, warm, all inviting embrace. She felt as if he has needed this. While his parents were lovely, and he had a tight relationship with his brothers, she can’t imagine he received affection very often.

“Thanks.” He whispered out, his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“You’re welcome, Reese.”

#kacey talks <3 #reese wilkerson x reader #reese wilkerson #mitm #malcolm in the middle

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