#i really want to tell my manager i'm sick and just go hide under a blanket for the rest of the day

[msviolacea]

A couple of randomly annoyed comments for a Monday morning.

One: I mostly don't hate the harmless type of April Fool's jokes, but a full on pox on the Discord server owners who decide that icons with fake new message bubbles are really funny. It messes with how my brain works.

Two: I am 100% a "whatever floats your boat" fandom person, but I will never personally get the appeal of yandere and cannot understand why the tag for every male character will be full of "but what if he stalked and kidnapped and manipulated you?" Like, if that shit makes you happy then live your best life, but it gives me psychic damage every time. I guess I'll just blacklist the term and hope that catches it all.

(It reminds me of the old trend of cultverse from bandom days, which gave me suck a visceral ick that I had to stop following some folks on LJ, because there was no mute/term blocking, which is one of the advantages modern day platforms do have, I have to say.)

Anyway. Happy Monday. I'm bitching about inconsequential stuff because I'm avoiding work irritations. How is everyone else?

[julesinsummer]

I loved your fic about Theo getting upset because the readers' parents said they couldn't go to Italy for the summer. I was wondering if you could do something similar. The reader says she's not allowed to stay with him for the summer, but theo trys to convince readers mom to let them go to Italy, but he finds out that her parents said she could go. And Theo confronts the reader.

I don't know. I thought it could be a cute angst/fluff fic I've never requested before, but I love your writing, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Thanks:)

Little Lies (Theodore Nott x Reader)

angst&fluff, happy ending | requested!

"Theo, they said no, I really can't argue with that," y/n sighed as she closed the book she was reading.

Theo groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Let me talk to them, then," he tried, "they love me! They'll listen to me, won't they?"

Panic surged through y/n's body at the mention of Theo talking to her parents. "It'll just make them mad at me! It's just not happening, I'm sorry my love."

The truth lay beneath her panic-stricken words: she hadn't even asked her parents. Truth be told, they'd say yes immediately if she had asked. It was no secret that y/n's parents adored Theo and would do anything if it meant that the two would stay together long enough to breach the topic of marriage.

y/n hadn't mentioned going to Italy for the summer with Theodore for one simple reason: Theodore Nott Sr.

Nott Sr. was an imposing man with strict ideals and rules and little to no morality. He scared everyone that he came in contact with, especially his only son and heir's girlfriend. He was often controlling and angry, with yelling and cursing being his most used vocabulary. Theo loved to hate his father and hated to love him, but by way of only having a father his teenage life, he'd come to respect him for what he could do.

y/n was not so lucky. She was a stranger to the violence that unfolded in Nott Manor, to the hurt that a father could cause his only son. It was impossible to watch when Theo would appear perfectly groomed and poised, all the while hiding the bruises and scars that lay just below his collar. It broke y/n's heart to pieces, and she refused to house herself under that roof for an entire summer's break.

But she couldn't tell Theo that. Perfect, poised, handsome, loving Theo who only wanted her, his source of comfort, to be with him in a picturesque setting.

So instead, she lied. And as everyone says, lies cannot be kept forever.

y/n's parents had invited Theo for dinner the next night at their manor, reveling in the laughter that ensued from his witty jokes and ignoring his blatant hand on their daughter's thigh.

"I did want to ask you something, Mr. l/n," Theo said softly as dinner winded down. A sick feeling invaded y/n's stomach, with its only visible traces being the red color that latched itself onto her neck.

The older man nodded, "Anything, my boy. What is it?"

Theo shot Mr. l/n a smile, one that he'd learned almost exclusively from the business dealings of his father. "My father and I would be overjoyed if y/n could join us this summer at our home in Italy. It's in Rome, near the city center. He wanted me to extend the invitation to her. Would that be alright?"

Time seemed to slow to a grinding halt. y/n was sweating, her hands shaking as she clasped her glass and avoided the eyes of her parents.

"Of course, of course!" Mrs. l/n replied for her husband, grinning widely at Theo. "I'm sure she'd love to as well, wouldn't you dear? And that just means that we can have a child-free summer of our own!"

Theo's eyes dropped onto y/n with such sadness and frustration that it made her skin crawl. She saw the disappointment under his features, trying desperately to escape his gaze. She only managed a nod.

With a few more pleasantries, dinner concluded and y/n and Theo were free to escape to her bedroom. Once the door had closed, Theo scoffed loudly.

"What was that all about?" he asked angrily, his face turning a pinker hue than normal. He was angry, that much was clear.

"I... I'm sorry," y/n managed, dropping her head low. She fidgeted with the rings on her hand, half of which Theo had gifted her.

Theo scoffed again. "You're sorry? I didn't ask for an apology, I asked for an explanation! You told me they said no!"

y/n sighed loudly, dropping to sit on her bed with her head in her hands. "I never asked," she admitted softly.

"You never asked?" Theo had begun to yell, quickly casting a muffliato charm on the room. "y/n, I asked you about this months ago and you said they told you no! Why did you lie to me?"

"I had a good reason, Theo! Okay?" y/n shouted back, tears springing from her eyes. She and Theo never argued, but when they did, it was awful and hurtful.

"Oh good, I'd love to hear what a good fucking reason you have for making me look like an idiot with your parents! Or for lying straight to my face for months!" He was screaming now, fisting at his hair and coming closer to y/n.

She flinched a little at the action, staring up at Theo intensely. "You'll just get mad at me again if I tell you, so what's the point? I'll go, okay! I'll spend the whole summer with you and your asshole father and be uncomfortable for months!"

Theo paused at that, the room going deathly silent. "Uncomfortable? You're uncomfortable spending your summer with your boyfriend who has told you so many times that he wants to fucking marry you? What, are you going to be so uncomfortable at the thought of spending time with me that you'll tell me no?" His tone got angrier with every word.

"I'm not uncomfortable because of you, you asshole!" y/n shouted, standing up suddenly. She and Theo were close and the anger radiating off of them was palpable. "I'm uncomfortable because your dad is a fucking sadist and wants everyone around him to hurt! I don't want to watch you get beaten for existing for months, Teddy! I can't do that! And if you don't understand that or if you don't think it's a good reason to say no, then I don't know what planet you live on."

They were close, close enough to make one wrong move and end up completely engulfed with one another. Theo was the first to speak.

"And you couldn't have told me that in the first place instead of lying to my face, y/n/n?" he asked softly, his anger dissipating by the second. "You don't think you can talk to me about that?"

y/n let the tears fall freely down her cheeks. "You wouldn't have listened to me, just like you're not listening now! I'm sorry I lied to you, honey, I am. But you never listen when I tell you that I hate your father."

Theo stayed silent for a while, his eyes indicating that he was lost inside his own head. He finally moved after what seemed like an eternity, wiping the tears off of y/n's cheeks with a soft brush of his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, amore mio," he apologized softly, moving his hands to tangle in her hair. "I... I didn't think about it."

y/n sobbed a little, nuzzling into his touch. "You never do."

Theo nodded sadly, resting his forehead on hers. "You don't have to come," he mumbled, closing his eyes. "I should've thought of you first."

y/n shook her head slightly, sniffling. "I just don't want to see you hurt or getting hurt or anything but happy. He makes you miserable."

"I'll figure it out," Theo replied softly, kissing y/n's head. "I'll figure it out."

"He sucks, you know that?" y/n asked with a small, humorless laugh. "If he wasn't there, I'd go. If he wasn't involved, I'd go anywhere you asked me to."

Theo nodded, looking into her eyes. "I love you," he whispered, meeting their lips into a passionate, emotional kiss. "I'll figure it out, I promise. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

y/n pulled him into a tight embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's okay. I shouldn't have lied to you."

"If I can convince him to not go... would you come?" Theo asked, hugging her tighter. "I can figure it out."

y/n nodded, pulling back just enough to see his face. He had that determined look that he sported on occasion, like when he played quidditch, or when he was working on an assignment. "I'd go anywhere with you and only you."

Theo nodded silently, kissing y/n again, this time as a promise. "It'll be done. And no more little lies."

"No more little lies," y/n agreed, pulling them both down on her bed.

-

i hope you liked it!! as always, requests are open!

[allykabbet]

Sneezing dynamics I like 4

"Bless you, my lord."

A stuck sneeze that comes out "halfway," leaving an incredible sense of frustration and increasing the urge to sneeze again. "Ahckk'Ah..."

Muffled sneezes into a sleeve or scarf, in winter or under the rain. "PFDSHH! PFDSsHi!" Strong but muffled.

A sneeze from someone triggers a conversation about sneezing or blessings. Later, that person really wants to sneeze again but doesn't want to draw attention again, so they end up stifling it.

Soft laught after sneezing, knowing the sneezing fit is lasting too long and the other person keeps blessing them. Maybe followed by a congested and exhausted "thank you..." .

"No need to bless me, I'll be like this for a while."

Streamer sneezes, having a sneeze compilation, with everyone saying "Bless you" in the comments, and the streamer repeatedly apologizing for sneezing and interrupting the stream. They might share an anecdote about their sneezes or explain their cold. Maybe they disappear from the screen for a moment to blow their nose (but the sound still gets picked up on the stream).

Someone who usually sneezes very politely and softly sneezes uncovered when they think they’re alone, and it comes out louder and more deliberate. +Suddenly, a "Bless you" is heard, and the person who sneezed feels deeply embarrassed, thanking the person without looking at them, blushing.

Someone starts a sneezing fit softly and almost silently, trying not to draw attention, but when the fit continues, they begin muttering exhausted complaints after each sneeze (...Fuck / ...My God...)

Pinching the bridge of the nose to hold back a sneeze. Rubbing a curved finger under the nostrils to ease the tickle or urge to sneeze. Pressing gently on one side of the nose with a curved finger while sniffling or blinking repeatedly.

A stifled sneeze that sounds very painful, with a pained expression and a sigh that almost sounds like a groan. The other person gently touches their forearm or places a hand on their back. "Hey... Stop doing that, you're going to hurt yourself."

Guys with long hair sneezing. I'm a simple girl. 😳

Two people on a covert mission must stay hidden to avoid being recognized, but the dust isn’t helping. One feels the urgent need to sneeze and tries to stifle multiple sneezes quietly. The other person ends up pinching their nose with thumb and forefinger, holding back their sneezes.

"Pardon me... I couldn't hold it back." 🥴

Completely SILENT sneezes. The person manages to make absolutely no sound when sneezing, except for a faint "m-mtg" from their throat. As a result, their head shakes violently, and they have to release a nearly desperate exhale, reflected in their pained expression from the effort. They may swallow hard afterward, barely sniffle, and then return to work.

Small, instinctive gestures before sneezing. Like blinks several times before sneezing. Or always says, "Excuse me" before sneezing. Raises a finger before sneezing. Wrinkles their nose several times and sneezes five seconds later. It's easy to predict when that person is about to sneeze.

Someone finishes a sentence quickly because they're about to sneeze and don’t want to leave it hanging. Or someone sneezes in the middle of a sentence and repeats the phrase they were saying before sneezing.

Endless buildups because the sneeze is stuck, leading to a half-sneeze that leaves them unsatisfied and ticklish. However, when they finally sneeze, the release is absolute, strong, and leaves a sense of much-needed relief.

Love/hate relationship when someone sneezes or is sick. In the end, those who get the most annoyed with you are the ones who care about you the most. "You're sick! Why didn’t you tell me?" "I'm not sick, I just sneezed a few times." "A few? You've sneezed like a hundred times. Blow your nose properly, for God's sake!" "Let me handle this my way!" "So you can faint as soon as I turn around? Stop trying to hide it, you're human." "And you're too persistent. Do you always have to be so stubborn?" "Only when I care about you, idiot."

Someone who doesn’t usually sneeze much starts having a sneezing fit. "Ah-pXch! PTsch! PXtng! Hh... Something here is triggering my allergies... ApTSX-chu!..."

Sneezing in a helmet or mask and being forced to stifle so as not to spray inside the mask or helmet. Those around them can tell they're sneezing from the movement of their head and imagine how uncomfortable it must be.

INDUCING. Okay, I wasn’t a big fan of this before, but with the right situation... Y, usually stoic and elegant, can't sneeze and desperately needs to. They're been trying for over twenty minutes, but just when they're about to sneeze, the sensation fades, leaving them with a feeling of desperate frustration. They needs to focus but can’t. X has been watching they curiously for a while, and finally approaches, offering to help with a feather. Y accepts. X gently holds Y’s chin. Y’s first reaction when they feels the feather near their nose is to pull away, so X grabs them by the nape, pressing their neck lightly with their nails to keep them still as the feather moves along their nose. The build-ups grow increasingly stronger, more desperate. "Hold on." Y feels a mix of absolute embarrassment and pure need. Finally, the fit begins, first with soft sneezes that leave them unsatisfied, and then with stronger, uncontrollable sneezes. Y is not used to such a mess, and X helps them through it by quickly covering Y’s mouth with a handkerchief, holding it until Y regains enough control to hold it themselves. "Bless you, bless you, and a thousand more blessings! That was quite a show." "My apologies, I couldn’t stop..." Enjoy :)

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

In which Bridget and Athene are lovesick fools… and a whiff of dragons.

Red watched as her mom skipped around all happy, and was in a happy thriving relationship.

"I love you so very much, my heart." Athene kissed Bridget's forehead, smiling softly as the grin on Bridget's face got even brighter.

"I love you even more my goddess." The taller girl looked away with a light blush, Bridget cooing at how adorable she was.

"Oh! I want to introduce you to the transfers!" Athene looked back at Bridget, who stepped aside and revealed Chloe and Red.

Chloe was mesmerised, looking at the future inventor of many new magic techniques with wide eyes, not able to get a word out.

"Wassup girl, i'm Red, nice to meetcha." Red waved awkwardly, trying to make up for Chloe's gaping.

"Athene, Merlin's daughter, we don't really have a last name either." Chloe snapped out of it, about to say her full real name but she hesitated.

"And she's Chloe, we met your dad a bit ago." Athene nodded, wrapping an arm around Bridget's waist as prince charming skated past and took a cupcake from the platter Bridget had skilfully kept from being squished between them.

"Good morning Charming!"

"Bye Bridg, Ella!" The boy waved back with a charming grin, then did a trick and was gone.

"Uh oh, here come's trouble, let's go before she takes all your sweets Heart." Bridget refused to move, Athene sighing before standing next to the bubbly girl as Uliana and her gang approached.

"What do we have here...."

"Want one?" Uliana laughed, grabbing the platter and walking managing to eat 3 before she tossed the platter.

"That's not-!"

"Do not tell me what to do!"

Athene rolled her eyes, trying to get her girlfriend out of this situation.

"Heart, let's go hang out with Olivia, I'm sure Red would love to meet his name twin, you don't often hear of someone being called Red, this might be a once in a lifetime-."

"Someone help her!" Uliana had turned intk a flamingo, Athene sighed and waved her hand, dispelling the magic.

"Go!" Ella dragged Bridget with, and Athene grabbed the other two, enchanting her body and picking her both up, holding them under her arms as she jumped onto the roof, running towards the gardens, dropping them, and rushing to go get her girlfriend and her friend.

"What Red is she talking about, i'm a girl."

"It's probably a familiar, maybe you're named after it!" Chloe gushed, holding both of Red's hands and bringing them to her chest in excitement.

"No way." Red rolled her eyes, looking away to hide her blush as the others landed on the ground next to them.

"Hey guys, i'm back! Let's go meet Red now!" She dropped Ella onto her feet, but held onto Bridget, who was hanging off of her like a sad koala.

"My heart, it wasn't your fault, she's just a-."

"Rude fucking bitch! How dare she!" Chloe nearly choked, still not used to her mom's rough words.

"That.... Let's go to Olivia and Red, they'll cheer you right up!" Bridget barely reacted, instead mumbling something into her neck, then grasping at her shirt tighter.

"They won't hate you, they're all just very bitter individuals." Chloe nodded along, but Ella was long gone and walking back to school.

"I'm gonna go, have fun though!" Athene waved with a smile, then she started walking towards the coast.

"The stables are by the coast, mainly because many of them are water dragons."

-

Arriving there, first thing Red noticed was the deep burgundy scaled tail that came from the biggest stable there, it was twice the size of her and was slowly waving around.

"What is that?"

"That's Red, c'mon, I think he'll like you." Athene smiled at her, and Red gave a sad smile back.

"Hey Red! Delivery from Wonderland! The wonderful and beautiful Bridget Heart!" The humongous dragon that could double as a mountain lifted it's head with a huff, slowly coming closer until it could bump it's nose against Bridget, which was the same size as her.

"This, is Red, one of the few Lava dragons left, a year ago he became really sick, and it's not exactly curable, so he's here to try get better on his own. He's such a fierce and admirable being, honestly, i'd name my kid after him if I ever got one." She looked over at Red, who was looking at her with tears in her eyes.

"I'd imagine she'd be a lot like you, at least, I hope she'll be." Red looked down, and Chloe placed a hand on her back to try and help as Athene turned back to the dragon.

"She's feeling a bit sad, so i'm just holding onto her for now, sorry big man." The dragon let out another huff, this time looking straight into Red's eyes.

"I'll leave you two alone for a bit, i'll go pull the lever for your food." She patted his leg, walking off to get his food.

The dragon was still looking at Red, who had looked up now.

"What was that about?"

"She's my mom, she died when I was 10." Chloe's face fell, and the dragon reached out with one of it's claws, holding it in front of her despite the fact it was like twice or triple her size.

Red placed her hand on it, quickly wiping off her tear before it even fell, and composed herself before her mom's came back.

"Doesn't matter, apparently i'm named after some crippled dragon." Red shot a few sparkles at her, which hit her, and she let out a hiss whilst clutching her hand.

"Why would you-?!"

"Just as explosive as our Red I see, what did you teach her you old man." The dragon huffed and turned away from her as if offended.

"Okay! A hundred years isn't old! But you can get your midlife crisis now." Red still wasn't content with that, and continued to ignore her, bridget let out a muffled giggle.

"We're going to Olivia, so if you want to stretch your legs and join us you're free to do so, but don't stretch your wings too much! Else they'll get even worse!"

-

"Who was I named after?" Red asked her mom once they came back to their time, walking through the halls of Auradon Prep to her shared dorm with Chloe.

"Why the sudden interest?"

"Just because." Red shrugged, and Bridget stared at her for a bit.

"I had a friend when I was your age, she looked a lot like you, her name was Red, but the actual idea came from a dragon your mother got adopted by, he was like a wicked stepfather when I first met him, he tried to burn my head off!" She dramatically exclaimed, red chuckling at her mom's story.

"What happened to him?"

"When your mom... went away, he did too, you met him when you were younger, but I haven't seen him since she, you know." The queen of Hearts shrugged, opening the door to the dorm and walking inside with her daughter.

"But. If he were to be anywhere, he'd be in the forest near here, where he first met your mother, it's the forest by the coast."  Red eyed Chloe, who was sitting on her red bedsheets.

"Thanks Mom, i'll search for some dragon I don't even know." The queen arched a brow, but shrugged it off and hugged her daughter.

"I'll miss you, my dear, but you'll always be out heart." Red hugged her back, smiling at the nickname, but her mom was soon out of the door, leaving the two girls alone.

"Going searching for the old grump?"

"Why are you on my bed?!"

-

"Stop following me."

"No."

"Oh my god why are you so stubborn!" Red turned around to face Chloe, who looked at her as if she was stupid and crossed her arms.

"You're searching for Red, and I liked him, so fuck you i'm going with you!" Chloe stepped closer, poking her finger at Red's chest.

"You wish you could fuck me!" She spat back, her eyes flashing over her lips and back to her eyes.

As they were about to smash their lips together, the dragon they were searching for lowered his head into the trees they were under.

"Searching for me princesses?" They both jumped apart.

"You can TALK?!"

"Yes, indeed, around the hundred year mark we get the ability to talk."

"That is SO COOL!"

"Not cool! Chloe, stop making me look like a loser in front of him-!"

[sugurufic]

What are your thoughts on the reader and teen nanami attending an improv comedy show…

Oh this is so interesting! I am not funny, like at all, so please don't judge my terrible jokes T^T as always, its not proofread

Nanami, Haibara and you had a lot of fun planned for the weekend, but Haibara had to return home to his family. His sister had gotten a bad fever and he was worried sick about her.

So you and Nanami still went about the plans, going to the mall for some shopping and to the city center to eat, and then return to your respective dorms. The two of you hadn't hung out much without Haibara, his absence weighing you down. With Haibara it was easy to ignore how Nanami's presence made you feel, but now it was practically impossible, with him walking beside you in the mall, dressed in normie clothes.

"Hey ma'am, hey sir!" an attendant at the mall greeted you cheerfully. "We have a free of cost improv comedy session going on, would you care to join us?"

You have always loved improv comedy, watching videos on the internet, but you've never seen one in person. Besides, how bad could it get? It's not like you were wasting any money this way.

"Nanami, can we go, please?" you plead, batting your eyelashes at the blond man, who doesn't even argue.

"Thank you for joining us!" the attendant yells behind you.

"I really hope that it doesn't turn out to be a waste of time," Nanami says as you sit beside him. The room still has some empty seats, but it's a great news that there are people to see a new comedian.

"I don't think it will be," you say, scooting a little closer to him as the air conditioning sent a shiver under your skin.

The empty seats fill up quickly, and the lights are dimmed, waiting for the comedian to take the stage. You are unfamiliar with the man who comes on the stage, viewing his audience with a smile on his face. "Hey everyone! Thank you for being here. You really are helping me convince my parents that maybe I can pull this comedy thing off," He starts of with a jolly voice. "You know, after I wasted four years of my life on an engineering degree."

You chuckle, having heard something similar from plenty of comedians. the man looks over his audience, eyes flickering to a stop to someone on the other end of the room. "Oh, I have a young crowd with me. I really hope you don't get influenced by me. it's not my fault if your mum slaps you with a slipper for not wanting to go to college."

"How old even are you?" he asks the same person. "That young! Now I will feel guilty about making the jokes I had planned." The man shakes his head. "Anyways, you know I am not entirely upset that i did college. I now have more things to make jokes about. Anyone who did CS and now everyone is suddenly asking them to fix computers?"

A surprising number of people raise their hands, and you chuckle once again. Nanami fixes his bangs beside you, trying to hide his rolling eyes. But you know him too well to know what he's doing.

"My parents forbade from speaking to the opposite gender all throughout school. And now that I'm an engineer by degree, they want me to get married." He sighs. "You are too young to understand this. How many of you have partners?" a good number of people raised their hands. "And how many of parent's know?" most hands went down.

The comedian's eyes fall on the pair of you and he asks Nanami, "Hey, blond guy! Is that pretty lady your girlfriend?"

Your face heats up and you can barely look at Nanami, who has gone pink. "N-No," he manages to say.

"Your face tells me otherwise," the comedian laughs. "For those of you who cannot see, Mr. Blond Guy has turned red. The lady seems flustered too. You two did come together, right? Or did I just embarrass two strangers sitting next to each other."

"We go to the same school," You manage to say, despite your flustered state. "And we're friends."

"Miss, maybe you should ask blond guy. He seems very shy." the comedian chuckles.

"I don't think I'm her type," Nanami mumbles in a small voice, and you give him the biggest side eye you have ever given to anyone.

"Judging by the lady's reaction, I'd say you are wrong, buddy." the man laughs. "See people, please tell your friends I helped set up a relationship. If any of your friends need a wingman, please join me on my next shows."

When you leave the mall, you walk together in silence, not even getting the courage to look at him. But you bite down your fears and say, "What gave you the impression that you aren't my type?" You still don't look at him, but your hands are in front of you, trying to grasp the air. "Because then I'd have to fix that. You are exactly my type."

Oh no, you think. You may have spoken to much. "Please ignore what I just said if you don't like me back."

"I do," Nanami softy says, and you whip you head towards him, seeing a rare smile on his face. His cheeks are still dusted a light shade of pink and he looks so cute you could kiss him. "I never thought you could like me like that."

"OH you blind man," you sigh, intertwining your fingers when his hand reaches for yours. "Let's just do this again later, okay?"

"Okay," Nanami says, the smile not leaving his face.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - "But no funny business."

Fit for a King - Masterlist

a/n: i'm pretty sick right now with a fever, so enjoy this feverinduced horny piece of smut lol

König catches Müller in the act of...

(nsfw - cw: pure smut, filth, mutual m*sturbation, spit kink)

"Karina?" I frown. Now the König in my fantasy wouldn't call me that. He would be like "my little dirty slut, stuffing herself with her fingers, because she misses my cock, isn't she?". Something doesn’t seem right.

"What are you- oh shit.", I hear the voice, his voice, the real König say right behind me as the coin drops and he gets exactly what I'm doing. I scramble to cover myself up, hiding my slippery wet fingers in my shirt. "Uh, oh, eh, sorry I was just-", I stammer and slowly turn around, pulling down the fabric to hide my wet pussy. "No it's- I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt something.", he says his eyes flitting up and down my body, drinking me in. “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the shooting range with me.” My face is tomato red, suddenly oh so ashamed of what I just did, thinking about him while doing it. I just want to hide away from his intense gaze and I know – I know – he can put two and two together.

He still steps a bit closer, his finger softly caressing over my cheek and then down my neck and collarbone. “What was my girl doing, being here all alone?”, he whispers. My breath halts when he calls me his girl and I almost melt into a puddle at his feet. I look up at him, finding his eyes, and they’re all curious. “Were you stuffing yourself with your fingers, huh? Wishing that they were mine?”, he asks lightly, but the inflection in his voice turns lustful and darker. I nod because right now I can’t manage anything more. “Were you really thinking of me while you were getting yourself off, Prinzessin1?”, he wants to know and I can see a hint of insecurity in his gaze, like he really wants to know, if he’s not overstepping anything.

"Of course I was thinking about you, silly.", I answer lightly, giving him the approval he seeks. He hums satisfied and steps back. I sway in his direction, his closeness having this kind of pull on me. The disappointment I feel for just a moment dissipates when he sits on my bed and pulls down his pants, just enough to let his dick spring free. His hand is gripping his base, tugging on it as his boner grows more and more. His lids are hooded as his eyes drop down to where my fingers and pussy are hidden under his shirt. “Then show me.”, he orders. A flash of heat washes over me and my knees drop to the side. I pull the shirt up a bit, so he can see my fingers already drawing little circles on my clit. He groans and starts to jerk himself off with sloppy, lazy motions, his gaze fixed on me, on my hand between my thighs that are glistening with wetness.

“Oh fuck.”, he breathes. “So fucking wet… is this all for me?”, he asks, spitting in his own hand that glides over his length. It’s my turn to groan at his movements, following the little dollop of saliva with my eyes, dropping from under his hood onto his fingers and then coating his length. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. I reach around my thigh with the other hand that’s not currently strumming over the sensitive nub, until my fingers reach my wetness and push into it. I moan softly as I stretch on my own digits that I wish were his. And so I tell him. “I wish it was you inside me. Pushing inside me, deep and hard.”, I whisper moving my fingers inside me. His fist around his dick goes up and down fast, the lewd noises filling the room, when he takes in my words and his eyes roll back with a moan.

“So fucking filthy.”, he groans. “Gonna make me fucking come if you keep talking like that.” The gremlin voice comes out to play, his chest is heaving with every single one of his rugged breaths while he jerks himself off harder. I would have never thought that it would be this fucking hot, seeing him touching himself while I get myself off. Me just in a shirt, him fully clothed, his mask on, only his dick out. Me fingerfucking myself senseless on my own fingers while he fucks his fist, probably imagining that it was my pussy around him. “I want to feel you.”, I whisper, intermingled with soft moans. “I need you to fuck me, stretch me around you.” My arousal heightens when I see how my words get him all worked up. “Need you to fill me up.” The sounds that drop from his lips stoke my arousal because it’s so fucking hot when men moan – when he moans. “To mark me. Cum inside me.”, I murmur, in between deep sighs.

His hand is moving furiously now, same as my own, strumming over my clit, when he gets up and with a few steps is standing over me. “Auf2.”, he grumbles and I don’t know what it means exactly, but I get what he wants. I open up my mouth and he rests his tip against my tongue. Thick ropes of creamy white liquid shoot out and I drink everything up. “Fuck, ja.”, he breathes, and I taste him and get turned on even more. (What is wrong with me? I don’t even fucking know. He taps into my dirty side and brings it out in the filthiest way. As I seem to do with him. Something a little bit more animalistic, and more primal.)

König pulls away and my lips close and I swallow. He hums, seemingly so satisfied with himself, and with me. “Open up, show me.”, he tells me, all hoarse. His hand grips my chin, his thumb swiping over my lower lip and I follow his order. He leans forward and his other hand moves under his hood, pulling up the balaclava beneath it. Looking up I see his jawline, a strong muscular jawline with the slightest 5 o’clock shadow. His adam’s apple bops up and down and with feeling of hot warm shock, I get what he wants to do. Waiting, if I’d pull away. And I don’t. I look up at him, coaxing him. And he spits. The dollop of saliva falls from his lips and onto my tongue. I swallow, tasting him for the first time, and the pure filth lets my breath halt and makes my pussy clench around nothing. The taste intermingles with the saltiness of his cum, strong and manly, yet a lingering freshness. I didn't think that I would taste him for the first time like this, but I'm not complaining. Not complaining at all.

He leans down a bit more to press a soft kiss to my cheek, the fabric of his hood hiding his lips a bit as he touches my skin. “If you ever feel like spitting on me, don’t fucking hesitate.”, he grumbles and without any further ado he drops down to his knees and starts to lick my wetness. He doesn’t push my fingers away, just moves around them and sucks on my clit as I push my fingers inside me again. Sloppy, wet, needy, like his only purpose is to make me come, as a little reward for what we just did. “Du schmeckst so fucking perfekt.3”, he grunts against my pussy, my arousal leaking out of me, coating my thighs, his lower face, his lips.

I’m already worked up, my lower belly all tense and the need to come licking up my spine. My thighs start to shake as his tongue draws shapes on my clit, the pressure heightening and ebbing with every swipe. His hands grip me, steadying me, so I can’t squirm away. My fingers struggle to keep up a rhythm, but it doesn’t matter. Our combined touches, the soft sounds he makes against my wetness, him lapping and sucking sloppily, the filth from what we just did… I clench around my own fingers, coming hard with his name on my lips. “Fuck, König…”, I breathe which earns me another one of his satisfied hums and he doesn’t stop to eat me out as my orgasm rips through me. Of course not. My fingers slip out of me and he keeps lapping everything up which only prolongs the waves of arousal washing over me.

Finally I’m spent and slump down and his mouth pulls away, only to wrap around my digits, the ones that just were inside me, and lick them clean. He releases them with a pop and sits back on his knees, looking up at me, while his hands wipes over his chin to clean himself up. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to have you like this.”, he says, lightly, still wiping away, and all I can do is imagine how he looks under the hood, how his fingers stroke over his wet lips, the scruff shadow on his chin. His words make my stomach flip. I feel the same way, but I can’t say it. I can’t put it into sentences. I just want to keep it going how it is. Keep doing him. Take everything that he’s willing to give. And return it with the same fever.

“I gotta be careful. Certain fluids of yours ruined one of my other hoods.”, he says and I can hear the proud smile on his face in his voice. A blush creeps on my face. “Really?! Oh no.”, I say a little bit self-conscious. “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ll just make a new one.”, he says and gets back up, extending his hand to help me up, and I take it.

“Now, you wanna go to the shooting range with me?”, he repeats his question from before this whole ordeal. I laugh, the contrast of the naughty, filthy König and the friendly, casual König being as clear as ever. “Yes, sure, just let me get dressed quickly.” I put on some sports clothes and follow him to the shooting range.

Ever since he first watched me take shots here, he wants to duel, to see who the better shot is. I keep telling him that it would be unfair. Me being an occupational sniper and all. König likes to get more up close and personal with his takedowns. You don’t need that kind of precision for that.

“The one with the higher score gets to satisfy the other one, okay?”, he suggests, with a sparkle in his eyes. I roll my eyes, but laugh at the same time. “You mean, a win-win for you?”, I tease him. “Either you win or you get to eat me out… like you didn’t just do that.” He just grins at me, the laugh lines around his eyes that look me up and down with a lustful gaze. “Okay, you’re on.”, I finally say and without any hesitation put four dents into the target dummy’s heart. I lean back and look at him challenging, waving my hand like “it’s your turn”. He doesn’t break eyecontact as he pulls the trigger and I can hear the bullets hitting the wall behind the dummy. His smile gets wider and wider as he loses, completely on purpose. I pull up an eyebrow grinning as well. “Well played.”, and we both laugh. A light and carefree sound.

“Okay, wanna go into the guerilla room?”, he asks. “I wanna show you some of my moves.”, he says wiggling his eyebrows. The guerilla room is what we call the part of the training gym that’s built like a real room with dummies for terrorists and hostages. König was very involved in putting it together and demands to change it around every so often. He runs drills in here with his close team, blasting Rammstein and jumping them when he gets the chance. He's ruthless and brutal, in training and in combat. But I like seeing him in action. It may be a bit weird, but I find it kinda hot. (I don't know what's wrong with me either)

I laugh. “Okay, okay, show me your moves.” I point my finger him, looking at him all sternly, pulling my eyebrows up. “But no funny business.” He raises his hands defensively. “Versprochen4, no funny business.” He takes my hand and pulls me with him. It’s always some funny business from him when it comes to me.

1 Prinzessin: princess 2 Auf: open up 3 Du schmeckst so fucking perfekt: you taste so fucking perfect 4 Versprochen: promised

[tommyactually]

okay so @downonyourbuck's post reminded me of an episode from the wonderful world of mickey mouse called "Just the Four of Us" where donald and daisy lie to get out of going on double dates with mickey and minnie, but they use the excuse of being sick (big mistake) and now m&m are coming over to take care of them.

the thing is the episode is framed as a thriller/horror so d&d try to hide while m&m basically hunt them down (with love... and medicine)

it's so funny to picture eddie and josh being unable to keep up with the lovebirds buck and tommy who are just so extroverted and out there, compared to eddie and josh who just wanna stay home

so they decide to lie and call up buck and tommy like

eddie: hey buck, sorry man, we can't make it tonight... why? *looks at josh who just shrugs* uhh, we're sick! anyway bye!

josh: what have you done??? why the fuck would you say we're sick! now they're gonna come over here and take care of us. you know how they are

and here they come, these two giant brickhouse men, trying to bust down their door because they know eddie and josh are terrible when under the weather. so of course buck and tommy take it upon themselves to bring some soup, maybe some tea, a whole pharmacy - ya know, the basics.

it's too late to pretend they're not home. eddie's car is in the driveway. thankfully christopher is over at a friend's house for the night, so he doesn't have to witness his dad and his dad's boyfriend try and fail (miserably) to hide from buck and tommy

and here is where you'd have to take some artistic liberties. somehow eddie and josh manage to escape the house. they're running from these two very fit, very athletic men - not to say eddie isn't fast but we've seen buck and his long ass legs, and josh doesn't strike me as much of a jogger. certainly not one up to par with those two olympians.

they've been cornered. josh is tired - he just wants to go back home and catch up on some trashy tv show that eddie pretends he isn't that invested in. it's raining, josh is pretty sure his shoes are ruined, and his pants are gonna be a Bitch to clean after having slipped on some mud further back.

josh: i'm done i've hit my limit. my shoes are fucked, my pants... i don't even want to think about the dry cleaning bill..

josh: listen, eddie, we had a good run. it's a shame we didn't get to fuck one last time, i really wanted to try something new, but this is the end. you just had to say we were sick, didn't you?

eddie: wh-... so you're pinning this on me?? it's not like you were coming up with anything

josh: well i wouldn't have said we were sick, i'll tell you that much...

something something they pass out, buck and tommy catch up and bring them to the hospital. blah blah blah they wake up

eddiejosh: at least now we can finally be alone. just the two of us

bucktommy: you mean the FOUR of us. being out in that storm got us sick too.. i managed to talk the nurses into getting a room for all of us so we could still hangout while we recover, isn't that great?

the end.

oh! in the episode there is a moment where goofy steps out of the bathroom (literally scaring the skin off of donald) and he's like "hey thanks for letting me use the shower. it's that time of year again." and donald goes "SHHH!! you didn't see me!!" *hides in the bathroom* then goofy freaks out "i didn't see him?.... i'm going crazy!!! i gotta get outta here!!"

i couldn't figure out who that'd be in the 911verse, but have at it.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

CW: Gender dysphoria and unexpected periods

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Remus didn't feel well. It hadn't happened in months. And Remus thought that he had finally got rid of that horrible torture. But when he went to take a piss during the night, he was surprised to see his trousers stained with red.

Remus was too shocked to move and stayed in the loo for a while as tears dropped down his face silently. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair! Remus had been three months on T.

When he was able to move again, he sneaked out of the dorm in search for Poppy. She was the only was who he trusted with something like that. Even though it was still very embarrassing.

Poppy was very comprehensive providing Remus with tampons and pain killers.

Remus didn't know how he managed to return back to bed without waking up the boys. He shared dorm with the most cool three boys he had met. It was thanks to his old friendship with Sirius that gave him access their friend group. They were truly amazing. And Remus was just so embarrassed to even think about them finding out. Of course Sirius knew he was trans since he met his old self. But Remus didn't want anyone else in that school to know. He just wanted to pass as a cis boy and fit in.

The next morning, as the boys woke up and started to get ready for school, Remus stayed in bed hiding under the covers, ignoring James's insistant calls. It got to the point where James got irritated for being ignored. But Remus wasn't planning of getting out of bed anytime soon.

"Care to wake your sleepy stubborn friend, Pads?" James groaned as Sirius finally came out of the shower "We're missing breakfast"

Remus's eyes filled with tears. He felt guilty and sad but he couldn't move. This awful thing was painful.

"Don't worry, Prongsie" Remus heard Sirius’s voice with amusement "I'll take care of the sleepy head. You go ahead"

"I'm sorry but I'm starving!" James exclaimed with a sigh. Remus heard footsteps towards the door.

"Oi! Wait for me, Prongs!" Peter called out as he jogged after James "Hurry up, I won't save you breakfast again, pretty boy!" he added quickly as he closed the door behind him.

It had become a routine for Sirius and Remus to stay behind every morning. Sirius took ages in the shower, and took his time getting ready, and  Remus was a sleepy head who struggled to get on his feet. Plus, James and Peter didn't have the patience to wait for them. Sometimes they did and they all got late for breakfast. Most times they didn't and they saved Remus and Sirius something to eat.

Though today, Remus wished Sirius had gone with the other boys. He was too ashamed to face Sirius right now. Sirius, the boy Remus had a big crush on. Sirius, the boy he might be falling in love with. Again.

Sirius was so gorgeous and perfect. So manly and sexy. Remus was so pathetic. He hated his stupid feminine body. He hated that he was born a girl.

"Moony?"

Remus closed his eyes wishing that way Sirius would disappear.

"Come on, handsome. We are really late"

Remus's nostrils felt Sirius’s fresh shampoo giving him a strange desire to get closer and sniff harder. It was bloody delicious.

"Nut guin' " Remus mumbled under the covers.

"What was that?"

Remus took a deep breath "I said I am not going!" he snapped "Tell the teachers I feel sick or something"

"Are you really sick, Moony? Want me to get Pomfrey?" Remus heard the concern on Sirius’s voice. And Remus hated him for it.

"Just go, Sirius! Leave me alone"

Remus could feel Sirius’s presence leaning towards him.

"Can you at least tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Told you, I'm sick"

"But with what?" Sirius asked "Flue? Headache? Bellyache?"

It felt worse than those maladies. Remus knew girls went through it every month without a problem. But Remus was not a girl.

"Just fuck off, Sirius!!"

Remus felt guilty by the irritated way he sounded.

"Right" Sirius sighed, and Remus was relieved when he started backing away "I'll go, but can you please come out to do my tie? You know I suck at doing it myself"

Sirius didn't have the patience to fix his own tie. Whereas Remus had begged his father to teach him. Wearing a tie was a men's thing. And Remus wanted to be a man. When Remus got to Hogwarts, and discovered that Sirius was always with a messy tie, he volunteered to help him. Remus hadn't mind. Any excuse to be close to Sirius, breathe his cologne and feel his sweet toothpaste breath was enough. Although not today. Not when Remus probably smelled like shit.

"Do it yourself" Remus mumbled.

"Noo! We have Chemistry today and Slughorn is not going to leave me alone about my tie. You know that twat" Sirius said with a whine. "Moony, help!"

Remus was feeling more and more the neccesity of punching Sirius’s face.

"Moony?"

Remus didn't answer. But he was clenching his teeth.

"Fine!" Sirius sighed "I guess I won't go as well. I can't possibly go out of this room without my tie perfectly done..."

It happened in the matter of seconds. Remus jumped out of bed like a cat, groaning and cursing like a sailor, and grabbing Sirius’s tie as he pulled him closer.

"If I fucking do this would you fuck off and leave me alone?? Jesus Christ!! You're so annoying!!"

Sirius blinked at him in surprise. He looked concerned that Remus might strangle him with the tie.

"I'm sorry" Remus said, feeling guilt.

Sirius showed him a comforting smile. God! Could anyone be this beautiful with their hair wet and sleepy eyes? Remus was dizzy with such beauty. Or maybe he was just dizzy. He got out of bed very quickly.

"I really feel like shit today"

"I don't want to bother you, Moony" Sirius said as Remus fixed his tie "But I am worried. Should I get you something? Some medicine? Some food? Pomfrey?"

Remus couldn't face Sirius’s intense eyes on him so he fixed his gaze on Sirius’s tie.

"I'll be fine, Padfoot..." he was trying that nickname out and what a better way to do it than show Sirius he was fine, with a smile "I just need some..."

Remus stopped talking and even thinking when he saw it. Just on the shirt's collar. Pink and clear. A stain of lipstick. Actually several marks across the white fabric of Sirius’s shirt.

Remus knew Sirius was popular amongst girls. Apparently he had dated an older girl last term. And that gave him a reputation. Now, Sirius was seen with a different girl each week. Of course, he was bloody beautiful. Who wouldn't want him?

"Moony?"

But that lipstick mark made Remus sick. He thought about a girl sitting on Sirius’s lap, kissing his neck with her pink lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Sirius panting and moaning, pulling her closer to his crotch...

"You have lipstick on your shirt" Remus confirmed out loud. He wanted for Sirius to say it was misunderstanding. That it wasn't lipstick but paint or grape juice, something.

Though Sirius’s reaction was of amusement.

"Oh, God!" Sirius said as he took a look at his shirt "I didn't even notice it was there"

It was lipstick then. Meaning a girl had kissed his neck.

Sirius giggled "Imagine Slughorn's face noticing I have more action than him. Bet he and his wife have the most boring sex life ever"

Remus couldn't even bring himself to fake a smile.

"Good thing Vanessa only left a lipstick mark and not a hickey...." Sirius said with a frown "Wait, was it Vanessa?"

Remus had to face once and for all that he would never have a chance with Sirius. Remus was so common. Who would want a freak like him? A boy who wasn't even a real boy because boys didn't have bloody periods. Plus, it was crystal clear that Sirius was straight. He could have anyone.

But it hurt. It hurt everytime some other girl flirted with Sirius, kissed him or worse.... He didn't even want to imagine how they touched him and made him feel good.

Remus was now so dizzy that he also felt nausea. He couldn't take it anymore. The pain was so strong and the nausea was so awful that he ran to the bathroom to puke.

"Remus?"

He was so pathetic. God! What was wrong with him? It was truly embarrassing to be this lame and uncool in front of his crush.

Remus let out a few sobs as he emptied his stomach. He felt Sirius’s presence behind him. But he couldn't face him. He just stared as his own sick as tears filled his eyes.

"Hell no!" Sirius snapped angrily "I am not going anywhere, Moony. You're not okay. And I am staying with you. Whether you want it or not"

Remus felt how Sirius sat next to him on the floor. And stroked his back gently.

Remus couldn't take it no more. He bursted down crying. He covered his face in embarrassment.

Sirius pulled him into a hug. Remus couldn't believe how someone who smelled so good, fresh out of the shower, could hug someone who smelled like vomit and probably period blood. Remus was so disgusting. Though Sirius didn't seem to care. And that thought made Remus cry even more.

The next hour or so passed in a blur full of tears, messy hugs and stupid attempts to make Sirius go. But Sirius was stubborn. He stayed. He even texted James saying none of them would go to class and help them make an excuse for the teachers.

Sirius also convinced Remus to take a shower which probably was for the best since Remus was stinky. And Sirius gave him some privacy while he went to get them some food.

Remus bathed, changed into comfy clothes and by the time he got back to bed with a sad expression, Sirius was back with a tray of what seemed like a delicious breakfast.

"When Manolo knew you were sick, he thought you should be fed like a king" Sirius smirked as he put the tray in front of Remus "You should get sick more often" he added as he put a strawberry on his mouth "It suits me"

Unfortunately strawberries reminded Remus of the girl's lipstick. Vanessa, was it? He wondered what flavor her lipstick was. He bet it was strawberry flavored.

"I'm not hungry" Remus replied. "And you should really go to class"

"Go to boring class when I can have breakfast like a king and have your sweet, and not grumpy at all, company?" Sirius asked as he took a seat next to Remus, took a sip of the glass of juice and smiled "Guess what my decision would be"

Remus swallowed "I'm not grumpy"

"You're pouting, Moony" Sirius said "It's so adorable"

Remus stopped making the pout he didn't even know he was making.

"I even got you a piece of chocolate cake" Sirius pointed to the tray.

Eggs and bacon with toasts. Strawberries, orange juice, a cup of black tea and a piece of chocolate cake.

It all suddenly looked tasty if Remus thought about the effort Sirius had made for him. He probably told Manolo exactly what Remus liked for breakfast and that he usually ate a lot. It was sweet to think about how much Sirius cared.

Remus smiled slightly as he took a bite of the chocolate cake and oh damn... He hadn't had food as delicious as the one Manolo prepared.. And he really craved something sweet at the moment. Chocolate was always a good idea.

"I can see you're enjoying it"

Sirius watched in amusement as Remus finished his cake in two bites.

Remus swallowed and twisted his mouth in a smile.

"You should eat as well" Remus pushed the tray towards Sirius’s side.

Sirius gave him a sweet smile and grabbed the fork "I was planning to" he said as he stuffed some eggs in his mouth.

Remus watched him chew, swallow and lick his lips afterwards. It wasn't fair that Sirius was so gorgeous it was annoying. He couldn't look this perfect while doing something so mundane like eating.

"What?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

He took a large bite of a piece of toast as well.

"I will need the energy if I am babysitting your grumpy ass all day" Sirius said with his mouth full.

Remus took the toast from Sirius’s hand and took a bite as well.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry!" Sirius protested.

"Wanker" Remus mumbled with his mouth full making Sirius laugh.

Remus knew if he had been left alone, he would have stayed in bed, cried until he fell asleep and repeat. But Sirius’s presence made him distract himself from the pain and actually have a good time.

After eating they talked about random stuff while sharing a cigarette. They used Remus's ipod to play songs to each other. It was a game to prove who had better taste. Remus always won.

Later on, Remus forced Sirius to read a book while he finished the one he was reading currently. But damn, Sirius got easily bored. He was trying to tickle Remus or bother him for attention.

"Read your own book, Sirius, and fuck off!" he rolled his eyes.

"But it's boring!!!"

Sirius put his chin on Remus's shoulder, giving him a shot of sparks on his tummy. He smelled so good that it gave Remus lots of desires.

"Fifty shades of Grey?" Sirius said as he read the cover of the book he was reading "Moony what is this? Soft porn?" he added as he read its contents raising an eyebrow "How come your book is better than mine"

Remus blushed. "Lily said it was good!" he spat as he took the book back. "And Mobby Dick is also good"

"Mmm... I didn't know Evans was so kinky. Don't you think Prongs needs to know?"

Remus couldn't avoid but laughing.

"It's all about the romance"

"You find lashing someone romantic?" Sirius asked trying to reach the book again. But this time Remus was too quick "Let me read that again!"

"No!" Remus laughed as he put it over his head and Sirius tried to reach it "Watch it is not my copy"

"Evans's, ha?" Sirius grinned "I want to know what Mr. Grey does later on, are you into that?"

Sirius began tickling Remus, making him giggle like a kid. "Stop! Sirius, Stoop!! Ahaha...."

It was all fun and games until Sirius ended up on top of Remus in bed.

Suddenly, Remus was aware of Sirius’s warmth covering Remus. His hard chest. The muscles of his arms. His thick legs. God, his crotch was touching Remus's belly. Just by acknowledging that, Remus's body temperature rose quickly. It was fast how Remus's body ached in desire. It got worse for the hormones that the period brought.

His face burned as well as the rest of his body. Especially when Sirius stared at him like that. His gray eyes flickered through Remus's face as if he was some sort of piece of art. Remus noticed how Sirius's cheeks were adoringly pink. And he liked to think he provoked that.

But maybe he wasn't the only one.

"Vanessa, ha?" Remus spat, pushing Sirius away from his body.

Sirius blinked "Ha?"

Remus stared at the book on his lap "Maybe you should read this and practice all of it with Vanessa"

Damn, he sounded more jealous than he intended.

Sirius raised an eyebrow "Vanessa is so over. You know I don't repeat girls, Moony"

"Oh sorry, my bad" Remus rolled his eyes.

Sirius smirked "Are you jealous?"

Remus snorted in response. But that said it all for Sirius.

"Bloody hell, you are jealous!"

Remus blushed immediately, internally cursing himself for being so obvious. Friends weren't supposed to act all possessive about other friends. But God, this was the boy of Remus's dreams. He was the boy that had owned his heart since he was ten. The boy whose name Remus had written inside hearts, the boy who he pictured while listening to love songs. And definitely the boy he wanted to live a romantic fantasies with. Like Fifty shades of Grey, for example. But that was his horny ass talking.

"Don't worry, Moony" Sirius smiled as he stroked his curls "No girl is going to take me away from you... They come and go, Moons. But our friendship is forever"

Remus smiled at those words. Best friends forever. They had sworn it with Moon wishes and saliva promises.

"Plus, do you think I would be in a random girl's bed if she were sick?"

Remus chuckled "Oh I bet you would"

Sirius laughed "Okay, maybe... But for selfish reasons. Not because I care about her...." and he stared into Remus's eyes as he said the next thing "Not like I care for you. You are my favorite person, Remus"

Remus cursed his swing moods and the fact that his eyes were filled with tears again. To hide his face, he hugged Sirius’s waist like a child. He pressed his forehead on Sirius’s chest, smelling him in.

Sirius was surprised at first. But then Remus felt his body relax and started caressing his hair.

Sirius’s beauty wasn't the only thing that Remus liked about him. He was a golden friend. He cared about Remus like no one else. He made Remus feel special and safe.

They had been close back when they were kids. But now, just in a short time, they had gotten even closer. Everything was easy when they were together. They laughed until their tummies hurt. They understood each other with just one look. They gave each other peace. They were comfortable around each other even if they gave each other physical affection.

The best part was that Sirius had accepted Remus as well as Rosie. Remus could just be himself around him. What a better way to love than that one?

It didn't matter if Sirius randomly snogged girls or let them kiss his neck leaving lipstick marks on his clothes. Remus had the satisfaction that they weren't important for his horny teenager best friend. Remus was.

Remus was just glad to have his best friend back. Life had been torture without him.

"Sirius?"

"Mmm?"

"Thank you" Remus said trying to swallow his tears. He couldn't cry again.

"For what?"

"For staying, for being, for bloody existing" Remus let out a soft chuckle and then sniffed. Remus couldn't see it but he knew Sirius was smiling beautifully "I would do anything for you, Moony"

Remus believed him.

[sissylittlefeather]

It's time for a new series! Introducing:

This is the Story

A/N: This is my first experiment with an OC! Her name is Grace Dubois (doo-bwah) and she's a writer and single mom of 6-year-old Wendy. I hope you all love her! The story takes place in 1973. I don't want to say much more and give anything away!

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: not really any yet. There's some cussing and smoking. This'll heat up eventually. I promise.

Song inspiration:

Here we go...

Grace is half asleep in the meeting with her editor. Her daughter, Wendy, was up sick all night and she didn't get much rest. But the editor doesn't really care. He expects her to function at 100% no matter what's going on at home, and usually she can manage, but today is a struggle.

"I need you to do the Elvis Presley book."

Surely, she didn't hear that correctly.

"I'm sorry; you want me to do what?"

"You're going to ghost write the Elvis book. No one else wants it. And there's agreement from the higher ups that he might respond better to a woman." She rolls her eyes. She's always getting assignments that are supposed to be better for a woman. Just once, she wants to be assigned based on her abilities and not what's between her legs.

"No, Frank, I'm not doing it. I need time to finish the novel you originally hired me for. I don't have time to follow a washed-up rock star around."

"That's too bad because I've already told them you're doing it."

"Frank, what the fuck?" She doesn't have the energy to hold back her anger. And she's known Frank long enough to know he knew she'd be mad.

"I'm sorry, kid. They think this'll be a real money maker and somebody has to do it."

She rubs her temples and closes her eyes for a second. It's no use arguing at this point. Not if he's told the big bosses that she'd do it.

"How long is it going to take?"

"He's in Vegas now. They want you to follow him until he goes back to Vegas in January." She glances at the calendar on the wall. It's August 6th.

"You want me to follow him around until January?!"

"It's what they want, sweetheart. You're going to be at their beck and call until this is done."

"Fucking great." She says under her breath. Hopefully, the nanny can travel with her to what she assumes will be Vegas and then Tennessee.

"When do I start?"

"They need you in Vegas this weekend."

"FRANK. IT IS TUESDAY."

"I'm sorry; you know how these kinds of things go." She huffs and gets up out of the chair to walk out.

"Grace, just be careful. He's apparently pretty difficult to work with. Keep your distance." Frank looks at her softly. He's been somewhat of a father figure to her since she started at the company.

"Oh, don't worry." She says as she walks out. "I want nothing to do with Elvis Presley."

******

"You're doing the book, my boy." Colonel Parker says firmly. Elvis slams his Pepsi on the table.

"No, I'm not." He glares at the Colonel.

"This will make it snow for a long time to come, boy."

"I don't care. I'm not telling some stranger about my personal life. It ain't happenin'." They stand in opposition for a while. Elvis knows he will eventually give in because he trusts the Colonel to make the business decisions, but he wants it known that he is not a fan of this idea.

"Can I at least bring the ghost writer in for you to meet? It might change your mind."

"Fine. I'll meet the guy. But this doesn't mean I'll do it." The Colonel walks out to the little lobby where Grace is sitting and asks her to follow him.

Elvis is looking out the window thinking about what it would mean to have someone write about him. There is so much going on in his life right now that he doesn't want the public to know. Telling it all to some stuck up, big city guy in a suit is about the last thing he wants to do.

"Here is the ghost writer." The Colonel says to get him to turn around. He does and has to hide his shock.

She's a woman.

And not just a woman. An attractive woman. Maybe a little old for his taste, and probably married, but it'll be nice to have something to look at through this ridiculous experience. He's thankful for his sunglasses as he runs his eyes over her from top to bottom, taking her in. Her almost-black hair is tied up with a forgotten pen shoved in the top of it and her black-rimmed glasses make him think of a librarian. She'd be more attractive if she'd unbutton the top few buttons on her shirt and reveal more of her olive skin, but he likes the way her brown pencil skirt hugs her hips. He also can't help but notice her calves and ankles, wishing he could see the rest of her legs and feet without the heels she's wearing.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Presley." She extends her hand to him awkwardly.

"Oh, you can call me Elvis, honey." He puts on his normal charm and takes her hand.

"Please don't call me honey. My name is Grace Dubois." He's a little caught off guard by her chill and he pulls his hand back quickly. He's not used to women who don't fall into giggles or tears or screams in his presence.

"Okay, Grace Dubois. So you want to write a book about me?"

"Not particularly. But it's what I've been assigned to do." He suppresses a chuckle. He likes her spunk, but he's still annoyed at the idea of her writing about him.

"Come sit with me. Let's get to know each other before I agree to do anything." He walks over to a little couch and pats the seat beside him. She sits in another chair on the other side of him instead. He sighs and turns to face her. Her attitude was cute at first but now he's getting irritated by her refusal of him.

"If you're gonna be learnin' all the intricate details of my life, I think I'm entitled to some information about you too."

"What do you want to know?" She answers curtly, hoping he won't ask too much.

"Well, are you married?" He doesn't see a ring on her finger, so he has to ask.

"No."

"Divorced?"

"No."

"How old are you?" Now she's getting really annoyed and he can tell.

"I'm 35, but I'm not sure that's pertinent to our task here, Mr. Presley." She's older than she looks. He would've guessed somewhere between 27-30.

"Call me Elvis, please. I'm just tryin' to gather some background information. Wait, you're 35 and you've never been married? What's wrong with you?" Her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks turn red. He realizes he's gone too far, but it's too late now.

"What's wrong with me? I've been focused on my career. You married a girl 9 years younger than you. What's wrong with you?" She asks, crossing the line with him too. He feels his anger rising as well.

"There ain't nothin' wrong with me, honey. You're the one that's been too busy workin' and actin' like a man to find one!" Her mouth drops open. He instantly regrets saying it when he sees that her eyes get glassy and wet.

"I don't think this is going to work out, Mr. Presley." She stands up and turns to walk out.

"Call me Elvis, please." He curses under his breath when he realizes she's headed to the door. "Wait, honey don't leave, I'm sorry."

"Don't call me honey, Elvis!" She turns back to him and hollers as she opens the door. She slams the door and he hangs his head and sighs deeply. The Colonel is not going to be pleased.

******

What an unimaginable ass. Once the door is closed, she stands in the little lobby breathing heavily and trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. She always cries when she's mad and it drives her crazy. Colonel Parker comes around the corner when he hears that she's walked out.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. He's an asshole." She knows she shouldn't say it, but she's still pretty worked up. The Colonel sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to him."

"Do whatever you want. I'm leaving. I'll send a new author as soon as possible." She gathers her purse and heads for the elevator. They've paid for her to stay here at the International, so she heads straight to her room.

She left Wendy at home with the nanny while she's in Vegas for now, so it's just her in the suite. When she gets there, she kicks off her shoes and lays down on the big bed. She finally lets the tears from the afternoon fall, getting makeup all over the pillowcase. But she doesn't care. She just wants to go home.

******

"What did you do to her?" The Colonel hisses.

"Nothing! I just... I asked why she wasn't married."

"My boy, how is that any of your business?"

"If she's gonna ask me a bunch of questions and follow me around, I should get to know about her."

"That is not how this works." Elvis nods his head. He knows he's messed this up. He thinks about her dark eyes and how they were full of tears when she left him. He didn't mean to make her cry.

"I'll fix it. I'll get her back here and do the damn book." The Colonel smiles and claps him on the back.

"I knew you would, my boy!" Elvis drops into the chair she had been sitting in and looks out the window again.

******

When she wakes up the next morning, Grace's plan is to head straight for the airport and get the hell out of this town. Instead, there's a knock on the door. When she opens it, all she sees are flowers. The hotel attendant can barely carry the vase as he stumbles in and sets it on the table in her room. It's an obscenely large arrangement. He laughs.

"Someone has an admirer." She gives him a couple of dollars as a tip and he ducks out of the room. She most certainly does not have an admirer, so she grabs the card quickly and rips it open.

"I'm sorry. Please come back.

- Mr. Presley"

She rolls her eyes. Surely he doesn't think this will work. Then again, it would be easier to just do the job than to try to argue with Frank or the higher ups about why she won't.

And it is the slightest bit charming that he signed it "Mr. Presley" after their conversation yesterday.

Maybe she'll just let him call her honey.

******

There's a soft knock on the door and Elvis gets up and walks to it, opening it slowly. He was hoping it would be her, for his own sake, after he promised the Colonel he would fix it.

He takes her in again as she walks past him. Same hair and glasses, no pen this time, but she has on light blue bell-bottom dress pants and a pinstriped button down with the sleeves rolled up. Again, he wishes she'd undo the top buttons and kick her shoes off, but he's not sure why. She is not his type at all.

"So you decided to come back." He says it playfully, trying not to push her too hard.

"I did. My editor didn't give me a choice." She lies a little, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "Thank you for the flowers."

"You're welcome hon- uh I-I mean, Grace." She actually smiles at him and he's a little stunned, both by the fact that she smiled and how beautiful she is when she does.

"I was rude yesterday. I shouldn't've asked those damn questions."

"It's nothing. Let's just try to start over." He nods and sits down in a chair, gesturing for her to sit in the other one. He knows better than to attempt the couch this time. She sits in the chair and pulls a small notepad from her bag. She reaches up to her hair to grab the pen but it's not there.

"Ah, damn." He suppresses a chuckle at the endearing scene and reaches over to the table and grabs a pen that's sitting there. He hands it to her and she clicks it, ready to take notes. They both sit in silence for a bit.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say here." He opens his hands awkwardly like he has nothing to offer.

"Well, start with telling me why you want to have this book written."

"I don't."

"Okay. Well, what are you trying to say with the book? What message do you want to send?"

"No message. I don't want the damn thing written at all." She sighs and puts the pen down, looking up at him.

"Then what are we doing here, Elvis?"

"Hey! You called me Elvis." He smiles warmly, and for the first time, she notices that he's actually quite handsome. She shakes her head a little and tries to refocus.

"I was brought here to write some kind of book about you. I doubt they're going to let me leave until I do. So you're going to have to tell me what you want it to say." He turns and looks out the window, not sure what to do. He knows he's going to have to tell her something, he's just not sure what. Should he talk about Vegas? Priscilla? The international tour that might never happen?

She's surprised by how quiet he is when it comes time to talk about himself. She figured he was arrogant enough to have no trouble gushing about how great he is. But this is something different. He seems almost shy.

"How about this: start at the beginning. Just tell it to me like a story and I'll ask questions when I need clarification."

"At the beginning? You want to know about all that?"

"I'm not a journalist, Elvis. I'm not here to print your dirty secrets in as few words as possible. I'm an author. I want to tell your whole story in a way that lets people know you the way you want to be known."

He searches her face for evidence of manipulation or mockery and finds only sincerity. That's something he's not used to in the slightest.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You obviously don't like me. Why do you care what story I tell?" This is a deeper conversation than she expected from a washed-up rock star.

"Because I'm an artist, Elvis. When you do a show, even one you don't necessarily want to do, you do it well don't you?" He nods.

"I know what you're sayin'." There's a strange moment of connection and understanding between the two of them, maybe even mutual respect.

He takes his sunglasses off and pulls a cigarillo out of his pocket.

"Is this going to bother you?" He asks as he lights it.

"Not as long as this doesn't bother you." She takes a cigarette out of her purse and leans forward for him to light it. Then, she picks up the pen to take notes again.

"I recorded my first song for personal use. I never intended to release anything..."

******

Stay tuned for chapter 2!

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[the-cookie-of-doom]

My entire day is just. Studying child development. And I don't like it (it's complicated) but it's making me really want to write a kid!fic?

Look, watching that one episode of Ingredients Did Something To Me, okay??

After some youthful indiscretions when he's a teenager, Kim get's a girl pregnant. Korn finds out and makes the problem go away. Kim might not find out at all, until years later, when the girl - now a woman - presents him with a toddler and tells him it's his. And Kim is shocked to hell, but if nothing else, he's loyal to his family, and holy shit this child is his family.

Or maybe Korn deals with the problem in a different way. He's not averse to raising bodyguards, Kim says as much himself. He could easily take care of the mother (either paying her off, attic-wifing her, or killing her), with the intention of raising his grandson to be the next heir after Kinn. He knows the chances of getting a child out of Kinn are slim to none. Now he won't have to worry about that. He has a grandchild that he can raise in his own image, in secret.

This is going to get long so I'm going to continue under a cut

However it happens, Kim eventually finds out, and like hell he's going to let anyone keep him from his child. It will take him a while to get used to the idea, to lean into fatherhood, but he's not going to let his own father raise his child to be a killer. Kim sees a chance to break his generational trauma and he takes it with both hands and runs.

Kim has no idea how to be a father. He didn't have a good role model. He know show he's raised, and he knows he won't be the same, so he just. Tries to do the opposite of whatever he went through as a kid. (He's probably the overly-permissive type, but that won't be a problem until later.)

Kim also doesn't have time to be a father. He's in his last year of university, he has a career to manage. Korn of course offers to help - with Kinn running the family now, he can play the part of doting grandpa, but Kim refuses. Hires a nanny (maybe the one that took care of him as a child, the only one he trusts with his own) to help him figure this all out.

The official story, as far as WiK goes, to protect his clean image, is that the toddler is his baby brother. WiK is seen as the sweet, doting older brother when they're seen in public together (which he tries to make sure isn't often, but he's not going to raise his kid in a box, fuck that). It melts the hearts of all his fans, and no one knows he was a teen parent, a terrible role model, someone to scorn.

At some point in their interactions, Kim lets it slip that he has two brothers, and Chay is confused. He knows about the toddler, but Kim mentioned two older brothers? So doesn't that mean he has three?

Eventually Kim introduces Chay to his kid, and Chay isn't stupid. He was raised by his own brother, he knows what that looks like, and it's not what he sees now. His suspicions are confirmed the first time Kim lets him into his apartment. He tries to hide all of the baby things, but Chay snoops a little bit. Finds a child's room behind a door that should have been locked. He confronts Kim, very gently, with the truth. He doesn't judge. He sad that Kim feels the need to hide, even from him, but he understands.

He also thinks the image of Kim with his son is so much cuter than the idea of him with a baby brother.

Kim lets himself be a little reckless, lets Chay spend more time with him and his son, and it hurts how easily Chay takes to him. Like they're a little family of their own. But it's not real.

The first time Kim lets - no, specifically asks - Chay to babysit, because he has no one else, his nanny is sick, and there's no one else he trusts with his son (which is a shock for both of them on it's own), leads to a dramatic shift in their relationship. Kim can't keep pretending this is just a friendship of convenience. He trusts Chay, maybe more than he should, but he can't deny it.

It's going to make the breakup so much harder, because his son is old enough to love Chay, to miss him, to ask where he is when he stops coming over, and Kim doesn't have a good enough answer. Is barely holding himself together, without the added pain of consoling his heartbroken child, crying for Chay to come home while Kim has to keep himself from doing the same.

TBH, the kid is probably how they reconcile. Next time SomethingTM happens and Kim doesn't have anyone to watch him, his first instinct is to call Chay. But he's not allowed to do that anymore. So he drops the boy off with Uncle Tankhun (and is barely able to make him leave that horrible house with his child inside, but Khun is fierce, he'll protect him) and at some point Chay comes to see Khun, and finds him playing with the kid who missed Chay so much, and he knows he should leave, but when he tries the kid cries until he throws up (it's gross, but it's also sweet, but it's also so, so heartbreaking) and Chay just. Can't. Kim might hate him for it, but he can't break that little baby's heart all over again.

After, both Tankhun and the kid demand regular visits. (Khun knows exactly what he's doing. Yeah he loves his nephew, the kid is in that excited dress-up stage and lets Khun treat him like a little doll, but he also thinks Kim is an idiot and needs to start talking to Chay again, and if this is what happens, then so be it).

Little kiddo excited tells Chay about anything and everything, and then does the same to Kim, telling him about his day, all the fun things he did with Uncle Khun and Uncle Chay, and. It hurts. Kim was not at all prepared for how much it hurts.

It continues this way for a while, with the kid an unintentional carrier pigeon between Kim and Chay, sharing aspects of their lives to each other. They never cross paths because Chay always makes sure he's not there when Kim drops him off or picks him up.

Until one day he is. Kim was late (his latest mission was particularly bloody, he had to take extra time to get himself cleaned up and put back together, he won't let his son be exposed to this part of his life) and his son is inconsolable. Chay is trying his best. Just got him to sleep in his lap when Kim finally drags himself, looking fierce until his eyes fall on his son in the arms of the man he loves, and he softens, and Chay sees it, and. They really need to talk.

But kiddo is still sleeping, and Kim doesn't want to wake him up just yet, so he just. Sits down. Looking at him because he can't look at Chay, and Chay tells him how worried kiddo was (doesn't say how worried he was, too), and how he's been fussy all night. Kim lets it slip how much kiddo missed Chay/looks forward to seeing him now (doesn't say how much he missed Chay, and always hopes for a glimpse of him, always disappointed when he isn't there)

They have a lot to work through, but it's impossible to fight with the kiddo sleeping in Chay's lap, so they're forced to be adults about it. Talking quietly, with Kim admitting to things he never thought he'd be able to say out loud. Does say how much he missed Chay, and how he never should have left Chay alone, and how he never should have let Chay think he never loved him, because he did, so much he saw a future with Chay that scared him, and he ran, because he couldn't bear it if Chay left him first, better to break his own heart

Chay forgives him. They don't get together immediately because forgiveness isn't the same as acceptance, and they still have things they need to work through. But he stops avoiding Kim, and sometimes Kim calls him instead of Khun when he needs an impromptu baby sitter, and slowly, that little family that Kim never let himself dream about starts to take form in front of his eyes, and he wonders how he could have ever let himself run away from this.

[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 4: crossover

Parker, Eliot and Hardison take a job in Paris. When it gets interrupted by a con artist who is scamming their mark, they decide to recruit him into Leverage International. (Under the cut.)

Parker eyed the man claiming to be the mark's assistant, tied to the chair in front of her. He was a grifter, No doubt about it now. And he was really good too.

None of them had suspected him of being criminal, not until they had caught him trying to clear out the mark’s bank account at the same time as them, making this simple trip to Paris much more complicated.

So, who was this guy really? A grifter, sure, but why had he chosen the exact same mark as them? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but what were the chances of that?

"Who are you?" Parker asked. "And don’t bother lying. We’ll know if you do.”

Parker heard Eliot crack his knuckles behind her. She knew Eliot wasn't actually going to hurt this guy, since he wasn’t much of a threat, but this guy didn't know that. And yet Parker only caught a brief flash of fear in his eyes before he managed to hide it again.

He’s not gonna talk, is he? Parker shrugged. There were other ways of finding out what they wanted to know.

"Run his face through that thing that tells you who people are." She said turning to Hardison.

"Parker, it’s called...?" Hardison started to say but was interrupted.

"Wait, The Parker!?" The guy asked, astonished.

"The one and only." Parker sighed. She was getting tired of people recognizing her as a world famous thief.

"You stole the Hope Diamond five years ago!"

Parker nodded.

"And then put it back!"

Parker rolled her eyes. 

“Yes I did. So, since you know so much about me, why don't you tell us about yourself," Parker glanced at Hardison's computer. "Neal Cafrey."

"Ooh, you were good!" Hardison sounded genuinely impressed as he read from the files that popped up.

"Still am." Neal smirked. 

"Huh, says here that you're dead." Hardison said.

"Aww, Your FBI handler wrote a very sweet message for your obituary." Parker added, reading more information from the files that Hardison had found.

Neal ducked his head and looked away.

oops. Parker thought. She hadn't meant to be insensitive, but that seemed to have hit a nerve. Maybe they had been close.

Parker pulled up a swivel chair and sat down in front of Neal.

"Alright, just tell us why you were running The Oklahoma Little Chucky on our mark." She demanded.

"No, it was a John and Mary scam." Eliot corrected. "You need a pit bull and a wedding cake for the Oklahoma Little Chucky.”

"Well, it couldn't've been a John and Mary scam cuz you need a whole fire station for that one." Hardison argued.

"Oh, I had the fire station." Neal said slyly.

"Ooh!" Eliot, Hardison and Parker all said in unison. They were all genuinely impressed.

"And to answer your question; the same reason as you, I'd imagine." Neal continued.

"Because his company was polluting the surrounding areas, making people really sick and killing all the wildlife?" Parker asked.

"Okay, I guess not." Neal looked taken aback. "Alright, you guys have already figured out half of it.  I faked my death back in America and I fled here. I needed an easy score that would pay well so I could set myself up with a new life." Neal explained. "You guys are criminals, just like me. You understand, so, one criminal to another, would you be so kind as to let me go?" Neal slipped his hands out of the ropes and stood up without waiting for an answer. 

Parker cocked an eyebrow in surprise.  

“I'm very good at what I do.” Neal shrugged.

He was good. Anyone who could slip one of Eliot's knots had to be.

Neal grabbed his hat off the table, flipped it in his hand and placed it back on his head before heading for the door.

"What if..."  Parker said and spun her chair around to face him, "we offered you a job?"

Neal hesitated at the door.

"It comes with that chance at a new life you were looking for. A chance to run your own crew, long term, right here in Paris." Parker added.

she glanced at Eliot and Hardison who both nodded in agreement. It was the same pitch they had given to Hurley when they had set up the Mexican branch of leverage, and now she got to give it again. They had come to France in the hopes of setting up a new branch of leverage in the first place. She hadn’t been sure how they were going to find someone willing to do it, but then along came Neal Cafrey, an experienced grifter looking for a fresh start. The perfect candidate had fallen right into their lap.

Neal turned around. He was intrigued.

"Let's talk business." Parker said with a sly smile.

[elsfairy]

ACHE ⋯ ♡ᵎ Periods. That's it. I feel bad I haven't posted a fic, so I'm doing it now. I'm fucking up this grilled cheese as we speak (yes, eating it at 12am) Also, this is just a mess, my hands are freezing and I can barely type when that happens.

☆ She knows exactly how you feel so she's already rushing around to get everything you need. Even the stuff you say 'you don't need' she's getting it anyway.

☆ Very understanding that your moods are going to be high and low. She is prepared. At all times. No matter the time, or day.

☆ You're known to not really lash out as much over the smallest thing when you're on your period, but there is some days you have a few slip ups.

☆ "Stop asking me shit, i don't need anything else"

☆ She's still going to take care of you even if you're being an ass. Because she loves you and knows you don't mean it.

☆ Even if you don't understand the reason, she just loves to fluff up your pillows if she thinks you're uncomfortable.

☆ On the outside, she looks like she doesn't care. On the inside, she's dying because you're in pain, and she never wants you to be in pain .

☆ Dealt with her own periods so she understands instantly if you randomly start crying when she's making you something to eat, or helping you.

☆ Running you a bath the minute you complain about your cramps hurting. Wasn't a big fan of bubbles herself, but if you're the one bathing then she's giving you all of them. No hesitation.

☆ If your attitude is snarky and blunt, she's still staying beside you the entire time. Soothing your hair down, reassuring you that it's okay to feel like shit.

☆ "Hey, I love you okay? on good days, and these days"

☆ Sometimes you're crying just because she's so caring and kind towards you. Oh, and being on your period just makes shit much worse so there's that.

☆ But she loves you.

☆ Really loves to rub bubbles all over your face, she does it because it makes you giggle. Sevika loves when you're all giddy and happy. She hated periods as much as the next, but she did everything in her power to make you laugh.

☆ "Vika, can we watch movies after?"

☆ "Whatever you want, Sweetheart"

☆ She was your cuddle buddy whenever you were low. Yes, she would cuddle you even when you're not on your period but she got extra cuddly when you were. Because you needed it a lot more.

☆ Won't ever out right tell you but she really loves when you curl up between her legs so she can rub your stomach. Your habit was fumbling with her hands, hers was rubbing your stomach. Just to ease the pain.

☆ Doesn't care if she's acting like a love sick puppy when she's out buying every bit of Chocolate you love. Nor does she care if people see her buying random fucking flowers.

☆ If she's somehow managed to fall asleep, her one instruction was that if any of the days, you periods are heavier, then she wants you to wake her up. She doesn't care if she's deep in her slumber. She knows it can make you nervous, and embarrassed. Anything to make sure that doesn't happen.

☆ "Don't care, you're important and it's my job to take care of you"

☆ Waits by the door if you're too shy for her to be in the bathroom with you.

☆ If you're feeling uncomfortable again, she's running you another bath. Doesn't give a shit what time it is, hell she's done it at 4am before.

☆ "You're going to be up late for work⎯"

☆ "I'm not leaving. I will wait here until you're done. Silco will be fine"

☆ Dare i say it, she doesn't care if he's angry that she's not working or turned up. You're everything to her and if she gets no sleep because she's taking care of you, then so be it.

☆ Knows you really love curling up under all the blankets you own, so she's getting them ready while you finish your business in the bathroom. So you can be comfortable and comfy.

☆ Periods aren't going to change her love for you. Your moods aren't going to change the love she has for you.

☆ "Why did you hide this hoodie from⎯ what are you doing?"

☆ "Making your blanket fort"

that grilled cheese sucked, hate it here.

[dumbdomb]

At this point, I'm like 99% sure that you know who this is, and I love this being our little secret, honestly.. me spilling all my disgusting, kinky, humiliating and Amoral fantasies in your inbox, but only me and you really knowing who I am. It could be anyone on this site, but hiding behind the anon button gives me a false sense of confidence that you don't know who i am, and that I'll never be found out :P

Another fantasy for you then, maybe a little more dom coded. We're hanging out with friends, and I've been annoying. Nobody knows I'm a sub, and I'm acting out, being a bit of a brat, loud and a little annoying. You're fucking sick of it. Your head hurts, you're tired, and you need to lay down, alone.

So, when I make one particularly dumb joke, you stand, threading your fingers through my hair in that specific way you know will shut me up. All of our friends watch in shock as I just go silent, almost limp, in your grasp as you pull my hair. Your brow furrowed, you rub the bridge of your nose and sigh. Much better. Then, seeing everyone watching you, you get an idea. A bit more public of a punishment, this time. You let go, watching as my dilated eyes swing directly to you.

Silently, you point to the ground and watch in satisfaction as my knees buckle. Everything in my brain is screaming not to, whatever happens it's going to be embarrassing and ill never socially recover, but my body refuses to obey rational thought and I kneel in front of you, already pulling off your shoes like I have a hundred times.

At this point, you strike up some casual conversation with our friends. Some are watching with surprise, some arousal, and some are just impressed you managed to shut me up. You shove your feet in my face and immediately, I begin to worship them, like it's a reflex.

My head is screaming louder than ever. What the fuck am I doing? I'm embarrassing myself, this is humiliating! And yet, I can't help myself but keep going, finishing off with the soles of your feet, kissing up your ankle and lavishing your legs with attention, devoting myself solely to you, until eventually I end up under your skirt, with only a barrier of soft cloth between myself and your pleasure.

You tell me to beg, and I do, words tumbling out almost faster than my traitorous brain can form them, and you let me speak for a while, just furthering my embarrassment, before eventually you stand and push them off, sitting and spreading your legs as I dive in, covering my face with your musky juices, head so gone I can barely remember my own name, the only thought running through it; worship.

In the stunned silence that ensues my utter public humiliation amongst our friends, you only have one thing to say. "So.. does anyone else want to play with my favourite toy?"

i love that you're able to open up with me and be your true self. i appreciate your vulnerability and willingness to be honest, even behind the facade of anonymity. you could say anything you want, and i'd never really know, with certainty, that it was you... it's a good way to try things you don't feel so confident about, and i'm ok with that. 🥰

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honestly, i don't know if i'd be able to share such a well-behaved sub with anyone else. i'd have to keep you all to myself!! after humiliating you in front of everyone, allowing them to watch you worship my feet. i'd laugh and get up, taking a little bow before our audience - unbeknownst to you, as i pet your downcast head. (thankfully, we have such welcoming and understanding friends to be our most authentic selves around.)

i'd grab you by the hair again and drag you down the hall to find a bedroom i have access to use however i please. i'd tell you, in a hushed voice, "i need you to worship me privately now, not for anyone else." you're all mine, and i've just made that perfectly clear to anyone who may have had doubts about us. i need you alone with me.

"i want you to show me how much you love being my good baby... you looked sooo cute, embarrassing yourself in front of our friends! i'm sure they all know what we're doing in here, maybe even listening at the door to hear your pathetic cries and moaning. should i take a picture so they can see your face marked and covered in my wetness? all messy and claimed by my cunt. would that be too much for you...?"

[snaps photos of you eating me out in subspace]

"hm, maybe i'll just take a picture for me! you're just sooo pretty!!!!!! my pretty little porn star. and now everyone knows you're my disgusting little freak, too!! mmm... take off your pants, babe..."

🩷 this is so hot, thank you for sharing your fantasies with me. i hope my "possessive dom" feelings are ok here. it just made me feel really dominant and, like, seen and appreciated in that way. i hope it didn't ruin the group idea, but i just couldn't imagine it any other way... 🫣

[broketiredandinattentive]

Screw the social model of disability.

I need to get this off my chest.

The popular understanding of the social model of disability has undermined my ability to be taken seriously. Yes, I am going to make this about me.

When people get on their soapboxes and start insisting that certain conditions wouldn't be disabling if society accommodated for them appropriately, 99% of the time, I am who they are imagining. I am a high masking neurodivergent. And I mean high af masking. I have two degrees, a full time job, a house, a fiancee, a step child, pets, and a car. As long as I hide my teeth, there is no outward sign of my disability to a stranger. Maybe someone might notice my pupils if I'm hypomanic. Only the slightest hint that something is wrong, and I've never had somebody pick up on it unless they knew my diagnoses.

What you will notice is my lack of social comfort. I'm very weird. I'm high masking, so I can play it off well. I really lean into it like it's a bit. I am the manic pixie dream girl. I am the quirky autistic. I am the fun, wild, enigmatic neurodivergent. I am a lot of fun in small doses.

But I am also the person who makes other disability advocates sick. I am the one who is disavowed. I am the one who is accused of "speaking over" others whenever I use my voice. I live in the grey area between fucked up and not fucked up enough.

So I am the perfect example for a stranger to point at and say, "If society didn't expect [X] from her, she wouldn't be disabled at all." In that moment, I am wholly invalidated in a way they cannot fathom. In that moment, I truly am the manic pixie dream girl, having her individual experience collapsed into a surface level understanding of how she interacts with the rest of the world. My inner world is irrelevant.

I can't clean myself.

I can't clean my house.

I can't manage my finances.

I can't tell when I have to use the bathroom.

I can't tolerate sunlight.

I can't tell how long anything will take or has taken.

I can't predict my energy levels.

I can't follow through on projects.

I can't update this fucking blog regularly.

My teeth are rotting. My esophagus is dissolving. My spine aches, and I can't finish a meal lately, no matter how hard I try.

But go ahead and boil my condition down to a quirkiness that the world can make allowances for. Insist that it's enough to not expect me to be on time, and ignore how I can't manage a short to do list on a completely open, unscheduled day. At your very worst, insist that the abundance of accommodations you provide me are proof that I'm not actually impaired at all.

It's the same as the conversation we keep having about glasses. I can't see. I can put on glasses. I can put on contact lenses. Even when I do, my eyes are still the wrong shape.

I was born wrong. I just was. I don't have to pretend that I am perfect to love myself. Perfection is not a prerequisite for acceptance. Society has a lot wrong with it, but it is not to blame for my broken brain, and you cannot fix me by changing your behavior. I pity anyone who cannot feel both broken and beautiful.

This shit feeds the people who insist that people like me are faking. Boil my entire condition down to quirkiness, and you have a legion of people arguing that it's not real. Sweep all the ugly parts under the rug, and you have entire communities insisting that we don't need help. To these people, the litter box is overflowing, and my teeth are aching because I'm a loser, not because I'm sick.

I don't need society to see me as capable. I don't want to be reframed as not disabled. I need people to understand that I am impaired. I need people to understand that my medications and therapies are keeping me alive. I need to be given grace and accommodations, not to eliminate my conditions, but to allow me to live a dignified life with them.

When you insist that disability is relative, you're not decentering the neurotypical experience. You're just pretending that we're not the weirdos. But we are the weirdos. And that's morally neutral. You can acknowledge an impairment without imposing a hierarchy beyond that of simple function. Yeah, neurotypical people are, on average, better at paying bills than I am. They can be good at that. I'm okay with them besting me in that arena. My worth as a human being isn't sapped from my bones just because somebody else is better at taking out the trash when it gets full.

Just let me be sick, ffs.

[literalnobody]

Your cat died?

Trigger warning for like, obvious stuff based on the question.

No, she's been sick for months and we've been frantically trying every avenue to find out what's wrong with her and get her treated. After what felt like every test under the sun coming back clear, and cancer being ruled out multiple times, we learned on friday that she does in fact have an extremely aggressive and advanced cancer. But we have to wait until tomorrow (Monday) to find out if it can even be treated, because the oncology lab was closed when we found out.

I've been watching her deteriorate since October telling myself every day that she is going to get better, that we will find out what is wrong and how to treat it and she will have many more years because she is a young, vivacious, strong little cat and every time I look into her eyes I know she wants to live. I know she wants me to help her get better. All her tests came back clear over and over again with multiple vets for months, I had to drive several hours to a specialist on my birthday who looked me in the eye and told me it was a mild infection and we could rule out cancer or "anything more sinister." I'm not even going to try to calculate how much money we've spent trying to find out what's wrong and how we can manage it.

Now knowing what she actually has and that it has spread to all 4 of her paws to the point she can't even stand to get to her litter tray, and knowing I can't do anything until tomorrow while she's shaking uncontrollably from the pain on her little bed, I feel like I'm already in mourning while she's still alive. I feel so guilty for trying to prepare myself for how this is probably going to go, like I'm doing her a disservice by starting to grieve, like I'm giving up. I just feel like after being so convinced for so long that we could make her better if we just knew what the problem was, I've had the air punched out of me. I just keep bursting into tears, because she's still here and she still wants me to help her and she still wants to be alive, and I know when I get that call tomorrow I'm going to have to make a fucking awful choice and it just sucks. It just sucks and it's all I can think about. And I don't really have anyone I can talk to about it and I'm hiding it from my parents because they're on holiday for a week and I don't want to spoil that by telling them and then them being trapped in another country for several days worried sick or grieving and not even able to see her.

Anyway sorry for ranting, I'm gonna delete this later.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 7

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 few weeks as September turned to October, nothing excited happened until a few days before the Hogsmeade trip.

I was, as always, asleep in Severus' room and had woken a bit earlier than I'd meant to. It was Wednesday and so of course, I had classes, and would've had to have woken up anyways but not for another thirty minutes.

I laid in bed for four seconds, trying to figure out what had woken me up, when I bolted out of bed, waking up Severus in the progress as I jerked the blankets out from underneath him in my attempt to free myself from the bed.

"Elizabeth?" He asked groggily as I crashed to my knees by a trash can and vomited. "Elizabeth!" His voice was more alarmed and I heard his feet hit the stone floor- he had no carpet- and hurried over to me.

He pulled my long hair back which helped a lot as I threw up a couple more times. Finally, I leaned my head back on the stone wall, shaking and shivering, but I didn't feel weak like I was sick.

"Are you alright?" He asked, feeling my forehead now. "You don't feel clammy. . ."

"I don't think I'm sick, Sev." I whispered, struggling to get up and he pressed me down and summoned a glass and poured water into it that I gratefully drank down while he asked, "Then what did you vomit for?"

"I think I'm pregnant." I said, meeting his eyes to gauge his reaction.

His eyes were very guarded as they stared back into mine and he said slowly, "I suppose, but. . ."

"Is- is there a way to check with magic?" I asked, racking my brain. I certainly hadn't come over a spell like that, but I didn't think that was something they were going to be teaching in school.

Severus seemed frozen, his black eyes glued to my stomach. I didn't see a bump or anything and I finally got to my feet and looked down. No, I didn't see anything. I ran a hand through my hair with anxiety. Severus raised his wand and murmured something I didn't catch.

I looked down and saw that it was like a torch had been lit in my stomach, making it see-through and there was a four-month old baby inside my stomach. I stared at it for a second and then next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor and Severus was crouching over me, his face pale.

"I don't think fainting is good for the baby." He said, trying for humor but his face was so pale he couldn't manage it.

"No," I murmured, "No, I don't think it is."

"Are- are you scared?" Severus asked hesitantly.

"No." I answered and I realized it was the truth. I was ecstatic really, just surprised. "Well, only about what dad's going to say but. . ."

I looked up hesitantly into Severus' face and then asked the question I most dreaded the answer to, "You're. . . I mean. . . are you. . . are you. . . okay with this? And er- I'd much prefer if you gave me the truth not. . . not what you think I want to hear."

Severus stared at me blankly for a moment, sitting back on his heels. "Yes." He said finally and the faintest smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, I'm okay with this."

There was a moment of silence as I sat up and reached out, taking his hand. We held hands for a long moment and then I said, "We're going to be parents!"

Severus said nothing and then said, "We're going to have to hide it you know?" He gave me a quick look but I just nodded my head.

"Right." I said softly, "Of course."

"Maybe. . . maybe we could entrust this information to Madam Pomfrey?" Severus asked hesitantly. "Dumbledore already knows I asked you to marry me and he was. . . well I'm sure with his support Madam Pomfrey wouldn't tell anyone. . ."

I hesitated and then said, "Whatever you believe is best." I said, getting to my feet again, letting go of Severus' hand and started to dress, my hands shaking a little bit. I was happy, extremely happy, but I was worried too and nervous.

Then I felt his arms go around me and he kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry, everything's going to be great."

"I know." I whispered, grabbing his arms that were around me, hugging them to me tighter. "Actually. . . well I'm a bit excited and nervous and worried and happy and a bunch of other emotions that I'm not sure I can pin point. But mostly," I turned around so that I could face him and hold his face in my hands, "I just really love you."

Severus pressed his lips to mine and we stumbled back onto the bed. But there was something different about him, a carefulness he was suddenly treating me with and that was the moment I realized he wanted this baby too.

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"𝕳𝖊𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌." 𝕴 muttered as I sat down at the Ravenclaw table, something new for me.

"What?" she asked brightly.

"So remember a couple weeks ago I was worried because er- my period was late?"

"Yeah." She said, suddenly lowering her voice too, "What about it?"

"Er- well, I'm er, pregnant." I muttered, blushing.

Trang was silent for a moment and then she shouted, "WHAT!"

"Shut up!" I hissed as students turned to look at her. "Are you crazy?"

"Sorry." she whispered, blushing. "So. . . really?"

"Yeah." I said and then smiled, "but I'm happy about it."

"If it's a girl you should name it Trang." She said, looking very serious.

I snorted, "Only if I hate my child."

She shoved my shoulder, "What a jerk."

I grinned at her. "I'm just kidding you know, though I do suspect it's probably a girl."

"Can't you tell with magic?" Trang asked, helping herself to food that was suddenly looking very unappetizing to me.

"Sure." I said. "But I want it to be a surprise."

"Are you. . . are you going to tell your dad?" Trang asked, raising an eyebrow.

I hesitated, "I mean. . . it would be right to let him know, you know? But I don't know. . . I don't think it would be a good idea for him to know just yet. . . and things can happen, right? I don't want him to be all worried and then. . . and then I lose the baby or something."

Trang nodded seriously, "So you'll tell him in the third trimester."

I nodded, "Probably."

I watched over at the Gryffindor table as Ron upended the ketchup bottle over something that Hermione had said to him.

"Don't tell anyone yet." I said. "Not even like Harry or Hermione or Ron, okay? Just in case and besides, the last thing I want are rumors going around. It wouldn't be good for. . . for him after all, being a teacher, ya know?"

I looked at her with pleading eyes and she smiled and hugged me, "I know how to keep secrets Elizabeth." she winked at me. "Are you going to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes." I said. "I'm going with Harry, Hermione, and Ron and I was going to ask if you wanted to join us. I think we're going to meet Ernie and Susan at the Three Broomsticks."

"Sure!" Trang said brightly and we got up to go join Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

Ginny was walking away and Harry was looking very cheerful. "Hello Liz, hello Trang! Fancy coming to Hogsmeade with us?"

I rolled my eyes, "Who else would I go with?"

We bundled up in our cloaks and gloves and scarves and made our way down to the front doors were Filch was checking names off of a list and always running every student over with a Secrecy Sensor.

"What does it matter if we're smuggling Dark stuff OUT?" Ron demanded from behind me as I started to walk forward with Trang. "Surely you ought to be checking what we bring back IN?" I looked backwards and saw Filch jab him with the Secrecy Sensor multiple times. I rolled my eyes.

Trang was bouncing up and down despite the cold as this would be her first time here. I'd also thought about bringing her here over the summers but there was something different about Hogsmeade than Diagon Alley and I wanted her to experience it this way. And now, she was going to.

As we walked, mostly in silence as it was to cold to talk, I thought about baby names. I didn't know what I was going to do when he or she was born either. Dad certainly couldn't take care of him/her if Dumbledore asked him to continued on the underground. And of course, Severus couldn't take the baby to his place and we wouldn't be able to keep it in the school. . . I doubted Trang's parents would be happy to do it and there was a part of me that didn't want to hand my baby over to anyone else anyways.

I wanted to take care of him. I wanted to be the one that he looked to for food and happiness and love. I supposed I could only imagine it being a boy, because that was what my life was full of: father, husband, brother, son. It would make my life complete. Yet. . .for some reason. . . I was certain it was a girl.

It was freezing as we walked through the village and even Trang's enthusiasm was ebbing away when we finally reached Hogsmeade. I noticed that Zonko's was boarded up, which was never a good sign.

Ron pointed with a gloved hand toward Honeydukes and the rest of us followed after him into the shop.

"Thank God, Let's stay here all afternoon." Ron said. The shop was indeed, extremely warm and Trang was looking around with her usual, open-mouth in awe face.

"Harry, m'boy!" A voice boomed from behind us and I distinctly heard Harry mutter, "oh no." before we turned around to face Professor Slughorn. He was holding a large bag of crystallized pineapple and I noticed that his large frame filled nearly a quarter of shop, which was definitely saying something. "Harry, that's three of my little suppers you've missed now! It won't do, m'boy, I'm determined to have you! Miss Granger, Miss Kane, and Miss Nyguen love them, don't you?"

"Oh yes." Trang and I said together while Hermione said, "Yes, they're really-"

"So why don't you come along, Harry?" Professor Slughorn demanded.

"Well, I've had Quidditch practice Professor." Harry said.

Trang had wandered off to look throughout the shop and I wondered exactly how much she was going to end up buying. There was certainly more wizarding candy here than there had been on the train and I knew she'd buy some of everything.

"Well, I certainly expect you to win your first match after all this hard work! But a little recreation never hurt anybody. Now, how about Monday night, you can't possibly want to practice in this weather-" Professor Slughorn said.

"I can't, Professor, I've got- er- an appointment with Professor Dumbledore that evening." Harry said.

"Unlucky again! Ah, well. . . you can't evade me forever, Harry!" and with that, Professor Slughorn waddled out of the shop and the shop seemed suddenly much larger than it had only moments ago.

"I can't believe you've wriggled out of another one, they're not that bad you know. . . They're even quite fun sometimes. . . Oh, look- they've got deluxe sugar quills- those would last hours!" Hermione tacked on, catching the moody look on Ron's face.

Trang came back with a basket of things as I was picking up a couple of deluxe sugar quills. They were one of my favorite treats.

I glanced at the basket in her hands and grinned and said, "You got enough?"

"Oh I think so." Trang said happily. "I don't want to miss out on anything, what are those?" She asked, pointing to the deluxe sugar quills in my hand.

"Deluxe sugar quills." I said, holding them up to show her, "I've given you sugar quills before, but these just last longer."

Trang added three to her basket. Who was I to judge? I remembered on my first trip I'd gotten more than she had and at the moment, I had five of the quills in my hand. But suddenly, I remembered that I had a child in my stomach and I put away three of the quills, only getting two. I couldn't remember if sugar was bad for children or not.

Alcohol and junk food were big no-no's, I recited in my head as we made our way from Honeydukes to The Three Broomsticks. There were also types of cheeses to avoid, liver products, fish, shellfish, sushi, salami, pepperoni, coffee, tea. . . well not tea in general, you just weren't supposed to have to much and-

"Mundungus!" Harry's voice shook me back to reality.

I noticed that a very short, squat, bandy-legged man was crouching before us, picking up items off the ground, stuffing them into a briefcase.

"Oh, 'ello, 'Arry, well, don't let me keep ya."

"Are you selling this stuff?" Harry asked, looking down, not recognizing that it was Sirius' stuff- that it was our stuff.

A snarl burst out of my throat and Mundungus gave me a fearful look but was distracted when Ron snatched up a goblet and said, "Hang on, this looks familiar-"

"Thank you!" Mundungus said, snatching it up and then saying, "Well, I'll see you all- OUCH!" Harry had smashed Mundungus up against the wall and pulled out his wand. I had my wand raised too.

"Harry!" Hermione and Trang squealed.

"You took that from Sirius's house. That had the black family crest on it!" Harry said, nose to nose with Mundungus.

"I- no- what?" Mundungus sputtered, turning purple.

"What did you do, go back the night he died and strip the place?" Harry snarled.

"Accio briefcase." I said, a bit less calmly than I meant and the briefcase shot up into my hand.

"I- no-"

"Harry, you mustn't!" Hermione shrieked as Mundungus turned blue. There was a band and Harry fell back. Mundungus started towards me, presumably to get his hands on the briefcase, his own wand raised and I though nonverbally, "Petrificus Totalus."

"Elizabeth!" Hermione shrieked. But Mundungus had already undone the spell and disapparated.

"COME BACK, YOU THIEVING-"

"There's not point, Harry." Tonks said, emerging from the shadows. "Mundungus will probably be in London by now. There's no point yelling."

"He's nicked Sirius's stuff! Nicked it!" Harry exclaimed furiously and I held the briefcase out to him and he jerked it from my hands.

"Yes, but still, you should get out of the cold." Tonks said, seeming untroubled by this news. She was also avoiding my eyes. We went into the Three Broomsticks and Harry burst out, "He was nicking Sirius's stuff!"

"I know, Harry, but please don't shout, people are staring." Hermione whispered. I was fuming quietly myself. "Go and sit down, I'll get you a drink."

I led them over to a table and we slid into it and few moments later, Susan and Ernie sat down across from us. Ron didn't seem pleased at all, but Harry and Trang greeted them perfectly cordially.

Harry however, was still fuming after I told Susan and Ernie about the details of what had just happened. Hermione came back with five butterbeers and handed four of them to Trang, Ron, Harry, and I.

"Can't the order control Mundungus?" Harry demanded in a furious whisper. "Can't they at least stop him stealing everything that's not fixed down when he's at headquarters?"

"Shh!" Hermione said desperately, looking around. There were a couple of warlocks that were sitting close by, looking at Harry with interest and I noticed that Blaise was leaning up against a pillar not far away either and when our eyes met, instead of looking away quickly, we held each other's gaze for a moment and then I turned my attention back to the others.

"Harry, I'd be annoyed too, I know it's your guys' things he's stealing-" Hermione said.

I gagged on my butterbeer. I'd forgotten momentarily that it was my things. Harry had choked on his butterbeer too. "Yeah, it's mine and Elizabeth's stuff! No wonder he wasn't pleased to see us. Well, I'm going to tell Dumbledore what's going on, he's the only one who scares Mundungus."

"Good idea." Hermione said happily. "Ron, what are you staring at?"

"Nothing." Ron said, hastily looking away from the bar.

"I expect 'nothing's' in the back getting more firewhiskey." Hermione muttered waspishly.

"Tonks is going to tell Dumbledore anyways." I informed Harry, taking another sip of butterbeer. "But I'm sure it wouldn't hurt if you mentioned it again."

There was a bit of silence and then Ernie said, "I wonder why Zabini keeps looking at you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My instincts made me want to turn around to look at him but I didn't want him to know that we were talking about him.

Ernie rolled his eyes, "What do you think I mean? He's been staring at you for the past, oh I don't know, two minutes?"

I felt a bit uncomfortable but was sure Ernie was probably just imagining it. Blaise was probably trying to overhear our conversation. Maybe report something back to Draco. I highly doubted he was looking at me specifically.

"So Elizabeth," Susan asked brightly. "Do you know who's going to win the Quidditch game yet?"

"Of course I do." I said, taking another sip of butterbeer. "But it would be indecent to say in Gryffindor company." I smirked at Harry.

Then I watched as Katie Bell and Leanne exited the ladies bathroom. "We should go back to the school." I said in a serious voice, putting my tankard down and standing up. The others, understanding that something was going to happen, quickly put their tankards down as well, following me out of the pub.

We followed Katie Bell and Leanne and bits of their arguments came back to us. I hurried to see if I could catch up with them. The others started to fall behind, the wind pushing them back.

"Leanne!" I called, catching up to her, "What's up with Katie?"

"I don't know." Leanne said as Katie seemed to ignore us. Leanne pointed to a package she was carrying. "She got that out of the bathroom. She won't say what it is or who gave it to her. . . I s'pose you have an idea?"

I nodded, "First things first though, we have to get the package out of her hands before it curses her, don't grab it from her though."

Leanne hesitated, watching as I raised my wand and said, "Accio necklace!" The package was wrenched from her hands and though my hands were gloved, I blocked the package so that it dropped down into the snow. The others were finally starting to catch up with us.

"A necklace?" Leanne asked, putting a hand out and I stopped her.

"It's cursed, don't touch it." I said. "Now, we just need a way-"

BANG

I went flying backwards, tumbling head over heels and landing in a snow drift. I groped for my wand and pushed snow out of my face and noticed that Leanne had also been sent flying backwards and was just now getting to her feet.

"Katie don't!" I shouted, though I knew it would do no good, and raised my wand to disarm her but she'd already grabbed the package.

Katie rose gracefully into the air, coming to a halt six feet in the air. First, her arms were stretched out, her legs together, her eyes closed and then she started to scream. Leanne rushed over but Katie was to high at that moment. I watched helplessly as Katie's body suddenly moved to the left and then the right, as though she was a ragdoll before falling back into the snow, motionless.

"Harry! Go get help!" I yelled at him. "Hagrid, quickly!" Harry took off running down the path. Susan, Hermione, Ron, Ernie, and Trang were there too, standing around the necklace while Leanne was kneeling over Katie's body. "No one touches this necklace, do you understand me?" I asked coldly.

They all nodded. "Great, Ernie, I reckon you should go ahead to the castle and get Professor McGonagall and Snape as fast as possible, Ron, you go with him." They both headed off to the castle as well.

A crowd was staring to gather around us and I noticed that Katie was starting to twitch a bit on the ground as though she was having a seizure. Then she started to scream again and many of the people backed up. "Hermione, Trang, Susan, come here." I said, standing on one side of the necklace, "Stand there, there, and there." I commanded and we stood in a circle about three feet away from the necklace.

We waited and then Harry returned with Hagrid. Hagrid took one look at Katie and scooped her up in his large arms and started off to the castle, the crowd following him and Katie's screams finally stopped echoing in the air. "Alright." I said. "We're good." Susan and Trang stumbled back from the necklace and Hermione hurried over to Leanne, putting an arm around her.

"It's Leanne, isn't it?" Hermione asked and Leanne nodded. "How did-?"

"After she cursed me away, she bent down to grab the package and- and that's when-" Leanne choked out.

Harry came to look at the necklace, "I've seen this before! It was on display in Borgin and Burkes ages ago. The label said it was cursed. Katie must have touched it. How did Katie get hold of this?" Harry asked, looking up at Leanne.

"Well, that's why we were arguing. She came back from the bathroom in the Three Broomsticks holding it, said it was a surprise for somebody at Hogwarts and she had to deliver it. She looked all funny when she said it. . . Oh no, oh no, I bet she'd been Imperiused and I didn't realize it!" She burst back into sobs and Hermione patted her shoulder gently.

"She didn't say who'd given it to her, Leanne?"

"No. . . she wouldn't tell me. . . and I said she was being stupid and not to take it up to school, but she wouldn't listen and.." Leanne sobbed.

"We'd better get up to school." Hermione said.

"We should take the necklace too." I said and the others gaped at me. "Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey should probably see it."

"But how will you get it up to the castle?" Trang asked nervously, wiping snow off her glasses.

I thought for a moment. Harry would've carried it in a scarf but I didn't trust it that much. I pointed my wand at it and muttered, "Locomotor necklace." The necklace rose in the air and I led the procession back to the castle where Ernie and Ron were hurrying down the stairs, Professors McGonagall and Snape hurrying after them.

"Hagrid says you all saw what happened to Katie Bell- upstairs to my office at once, please! And what is that Kane?" Professor McGonagall barked, eyeing the floating necklace with apprehension.

"The thing that cursed her." I said.

"Good lord." Professor McGonagall said. "Severus-"

"My pleasure." Professor Snape said, drawing up a box out of midair, just below the necklace. I released it and it fell in. He went up the stairs without another word or look, and the eight of us hurried up the stairs and into Professor McGonagall's office.

"Why is it when something happens, it is always you four?" Professor McGonagall sighed, looking from me at one end to Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the other end, ignoring Trang, Susan, Ernie, and Leanne.

"Honestly Professor, I've been asking myself the same question for the past five years." Ron said earnestly and I grinned a bit.

Professor McGonagall sighed and rubbed her temple and then sat behind her desk and asked what had happened before Katie had gotten the necklace. It took a bit of time for Leanne to get the words out and when she finally got the part about where Katie and her were arguing and I'd come and tried to 'save' her, she choked up and couldn't get the words out.

"All right, go up to the hospital wing, please, Leanne, and get Madam Pomfrey to give you something for shock." Professor McGonagall said kindly and waited till she had left to ask, "What happened when Katie touched the necklace?"

"She rose up in the air and then began to scream, and collapsed. Professor, can I go see Professor Dumbledore, please?" Harry asked.

"The headmaster is away until Monday, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, sounding surprised.

"Away?" Harry asked with anger.

"Yes, Potter, away!" Professor McGonagall snapped tartly. "But anything you have to say about this horrible business can be said to me, I'm sure!"

Harry hesitated and then said, "I think Draco Malfoy gave Katie that necklace, Professor."

Ernie, Susan, and Trang gaped at Harry while Ron rubbed his nose and Hermione shuffled her feet. I on the other hand, clamped my mouth shut so that I didn't give away the obvious answer.

However, instead of answering Harry, Professor McGonagall turned to me and said, "Well?"

My cheeks grew red and I hesitated as well and then said, "Draco did not hand Katie the necklace, no."

That wasn't a lie either. Harry seemed to deflate and then said, "Couldn't Draco have bought it at Borgin and Burkes?"

"Yes, he could have." I consented, "Though I didn't see whether or not he had nor did I see if anyone had bought it."

"Besides." Professor McGonagall said, turning to Harry now. "Mr. Malfoy was not even in Hogsmeade today."

"How do you know, Professor?" Harry asked, scrutinizing.

"Because he was doing a detention with her." I answered as Professor McGonagall got to her feet.

"Correct." Professor McGonagall said. "Thank you for telling me your suspicions, Potter, but I need to go up to the hospital wing now to check on Katie Bell. Good day to you all." She opened the door to her office and we filed out, one by one. I was last and as the others started up the corridor, I paused.

"Professor, you should know. Katie did not tell anyone who the necklace was for, nor will she remember herself, but it was meant to go to Dumbledore." I said softly and then added, "Also, Katie will have to be transferred to St. Mungo's." And without another look at her, I hurried off after my friends. 

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