#it’s been storming for a week straight and it’s going to continue but a small pause

[whataboutyouisamascot]

A brief moment of (very cold) sunshine in the midst of the storms and my vitamin D supplement. The autumn/winter routine of people who live in constant rain

[jacksonldavis]

Cabin in the Woods

It was cold and rainy, the wind picking up speed with each passing minute. Josh had been stuck in this declining weather for five days now. No food, no shelter, nobody to keep him company. His solo backpacking trip had turned south fast, and the weather was not going to slow down anytime soon.

He had gone on a solo backpacking trip to test the feats of his endurance. His 6’5 athletic frame had always made him believe he could do anything. He trained like a dog day and night, always pushing his limits. He had acquired a belief that he could survive anything. So, when the opportunity arose to go solo backpacking during the winter break, he hopped on it as quickly as he could.

He had packed everything he thought he would need. A tent, few clothes, some dried pre- made meals to last him for 2 weeks while he set oG on his adventure. What he hadn’t anticipated was the weather.

When he started on his journey the weather would range from 39 to 50 degrees Fahrenheit. He believed his insulated tent and extra clothes would keep him warm throughout his journey. He trekked five miles into the mountains the first day before setting up camp, and another seven the second. On the third day it started to lightly snow. He wasn’t worried about the weather though, as he had those extra layers to keep him warm. After the third day he was eighteen miles into the mountains when he set up camp. The weather that night had started to pick up.

He awoke when his tent was ripped oG the ground by the howling wind, throwing him and his stuG into the air. When he hit the ground, disoriented, he could not see more than ten feet in front of him. His stuG had been tossed around and he was unable to find most of his things. One item of his he found was his jacket and another pair of slightly larger pants. He grabbed them and headed for cover under a tree he could barely make out.

While taking cover under the tree he threw his extra clothes he found over his already freezing clothes. He was concerned because the weather was not anticipated to drop below freezing for it to snow. He was confused, disoriented, and cold. He held onto the tree hoping the storm would pass.

By morning, most of the storm had passed. Although it was still snowing heavily, at least he could see somewhat further than he had before. He trekked in a straight line, hoping he was still on the trail. He could not know for sure if he was going in the right direction or even on the trail at all, as the snow had covered most of the ground. He walked for what felt like miles as the weather started to pick up to an unbearable amount. He was hungry and worried about his safety. Suddenly he saw a silhouette of a building in the distance. Although faint, he slowly made his way over, hoping it was the shelter we desperately needed.

He walked up to what appeared to be an abandoned cabin. He had not noticed any buildings on the map when he studied the map earlier but did not care. He hurried inside and shut the door behind him.

After entering, it took him a moment to collect his bearings. He looked around his surroundings not sure what to be looking for. As he gazed around the room, he saw a bunch of furniture with sheets thrown on top of them. He walked around the room ad miring the thick layer of dust that covered the floors. He pulled back the sheet on a piece of furniture to reveal an antique brown sofa. As he pulled back more sheets there was a dresser, dining table, and a side table with a lamp. He continued to walk around the small building to discover a bathroom behind a wall with a sink. This place wasn’t much, but it was enough to get through the storm.

Whoever had left here had clear out most items, except for some larger clothes in the dresser. As he looks at the clothes, they were sized too big for him to wear, but they looked warmer and drier than the clothes he was wearing. He stripped his own clothing oG to replace them with the older, much bigger clothes. He was used to wearing a size large shirt with 31 waist size jeans. These clothes sagged on his athletic frame, but he did not care. They were dry and he was out of the storm, and that was all that matters.

After changing a wave of exhaustion fell over him. He hurriedly headed over to the couch and slept. When he awoke, he felt refreshed and warm. Although there was no fire, he had finally escaped the cold. As he sat up on the couch a smell slapped him on the face. He had not realized how hungry he had gotten from the previous day and night being trapped in the weather with no food or water. He looked around the room confused. As his eyes swept over the table, he uncovered he gazed upon a plate with a steak, potatoes, eggs, and a glass of white fluid that resembled milk.

He became worried. Who had entered to bring the food? Was he alone? If he wasn’t alone, who and where was this mysterious person? He stood up tall and walked over to the table. There was a note next to the place that read one word.

Enjoy.

He walked ove3r to the door and opened it, only to be hit with a wave of snow and wind knocking him to the ground. He shut the door quickly. If there was a person, there’s no way they could survive in the storm. He walked back over to the table and stared at the food. There were no chairs to sit at around the table, so he grabbed the plate and brought it back to the sofa to eat.

As he stared at the food mysteriously brought before him, his stomach growled with hunger. He grabbed the steak with his bare hand and started to slowly eat it. It was astonishingly delicious. Better than any steak he had ever eaten before. After finishing oG the steak he decided he would not eat the eggs or potatoes, as he wanted to save them for

later in case he couldn’t come across any other food. He stood up and placed the plate back on the table and grabbed the drink. As he swallowed the drink down, he noticed it was too thick and sweet to ben just milk. He did not care though. He wasn’t full but he wasn’t hungry. During the rest of the day, he stared out a small window that was placed next to the bathroom, hoping the storm would die down. It had become harder to tell what time of day it was as the sun was mostly covered by the thick clows of storm above.

When it became too dark to look out the window, he noticed he was hungry again. He decided to finish oG the food bore going to bed. He once again wasn’t full, but also wasn’t hungry. He had only wished that whoever brought this food would bring more in the morning.

When he awoke, he was disappointed. He could hear the howl of the wind. When he looked out the window, he noticed the snow must have pick up faster than before. But he did notice one positive outcome, food. There was another plate consisting of the same things he ate yesterday, but to his surprise an extra plate with some sweets. There was cupcakes, tarts, and doughnuts with what seemed to be cream coming out of the ends. There was an extra glass of that sweet thick drink. He figured because there was another plate, he could enjoy one of them now while he was hungry, and the plate of sweets later.

After finishing the first plate and first drink, he decided he needed to do something. Yesterday bored him and he needed something to do to pass the time while waiting for the storm to pass. He found a on the ground under the table and decided to dust the cabin. As the layers of dust were swept away by the rag, the building started to look a lot less abandoned. The dresser was a beautiful red stained piece with intriquite detail. The walls had a beautiful essence to them. And the room seemed more spacious.

Throughout the day cleaning, he noticed he was snacking on the second plate. When it came around time for him to eat the last plate, all he had left on it was one final vanilla cupcake and the white drink. Although he ate it, he did not feel particularly full. He decided to go to sleep earlier than planned.

As the days passed, the snow had not slowed down and the storm had progressed. It became impossible to even attempt to walk outside, as the wind was too strong and snow too thick. There continued to be plates of food when he awoke from his slumber on the couch. On the third day there were three plates, on the fourth day four, and on the fifth five. After the sixth day he assumed there would be more plated, but it had stopped at five plates. The portions seemed to grow larger every couple of days though.

On the twelfth day he became extremely concerned with his situation. The storm had not passed, and his trip was supposed to be over with. He became worried about what his family thought and what they thought had happened to him. He decided to search for his old clothes and try to embark on his journey. He found the clothes he had originally worn when hiking balled in a corner. He had not touched them since changing into the clothes

from the dresser. He undressed and attempted to put the clothes on. He noticed the shirt was a little tight, but no concern there as he assumed it might have shrunk when it got wet and balled up for over a week. Then when he tried to put his pants on, he noticed he had to suck in to button them. He was confused so he took them oG and looked at the size. These pants were the oversized pair he had put on top of his original pair. He looked at himself confused. Had he put on weight from the food he had been eating?

He threw those pair to the side and found the smaller set of pants. He felt like he always had but the jeans were not buttoning at all. He sucked in his stomach as much as possible, but the pants would not connect at the waist. He undressed into his underwear and looked at his body. He still had his abs, although they had grown a little softer, and his pecs were still firm and round with muscle. He looked the same just slightly softer, so why were his clothes not fitting?

Suddenly he heard a loud crash that shook the cabin. He tried opening the door, but it barely budged. A tree had grown too heavy to support itself and had fallen over, blocking the door from opening. Somehow, he managed to stay calm. He thought to himself his family had expected him to be home already, so they probably had a team searching for him at this moment. He hadn’t wandered from the trail too far, and with the storm they would know to check every building.

He sat on the sofa and started to eat an entire plate of food to clam his nerves. After finishing one entire plate filled with potatoes, eggs, and two steaks he notices he was still hungry. He didn’t know if it was the nerves or not but decided to grab another plate. He had been eating all five of the plates but spread throughout the day, but right now he needed the food to help comfort him. He ate the next plate that was filled with fries and two burgers. He never ate like this before his hike, but he was stressed, and desperately needed to be comforted.

After the second plate he continued to ear the other three until he could not get oG the couch. He was stuGed, but happy. He came to his senses after a moment of collecting himself and was shocked. That was all of the food he was supposed to eat for the day. He became worried about what he would eat later on if he became hungry. Instead of worrying he dozed into a food coma. Blissfully unaware what was happening to him.

When he awoke, he assumed it was the same day, just much later. He looked at the five empty plates and drinks at the floor of his sofa and was curious about what he was going to do for dinner. When he looked at the table there was another five plates of food sitting on the table. He was shocked. How were there another five plates? He had only taken a couple hour nap and it was the same day. He arose from the couch, his stomach still full of the copious amounts of food he ate earlier.

His stomach had protruded from his shirt, his belly peeking out from underneath. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out another shirt and switched it with his old tight

one. It was much more comfortable. He then walked over to the table and grabbed a plate. He decided he didn’t want to waste any food. Although his body was changing it had already been two weeks since the storm had started, and it wasn’t looking like it would slow down. He decided he wanted to continue to eat the five plates and not waste any as he did not know for 100% sure that it would come the next day, although it had previously.

As it became night, he finished the last plate. His stomach distended and his forehead sweating from how much work he had to put in to finishing it all. It was the most he had ever eaten in his life. He took oG all of his clothes and admired himself. His abs were basically gone with just a faint outline of what they used to be. His pecs were softening and resting upon his slight belly, and love handles spilling over his underwear. He started grabbing at his slightly doughy belly and wondered how much weight he had put on throughout those two weeks. A slight flash of concern flashed through his mind but was overwhelmed by an intrusive idea.

He decided to go to bed and sleep oG his soreness. After waking up he noticed there were six plates of foods. All for diGerent meals with labels for each plate. This was new, as there had only been five plates for a while now and only one note saying, “Enjoy.”

Upon walking over to the table, he read each note.

Breakfast. Snack. Lunch. Snack. Dinner. Dessert.

He was in awe at the astonishing number of diGerent foods and size proportions on each plate. Breakfast consisted of six breakfast burritos that were covered in a thick layer of cheese and a giant stack of hashbrowns. The first snack plate held three cupcakes and a pack of strawberry shortcakes filled with jam. Lunch was no smaller, as the plate was stacked high with four double paddy burgers and a mountain of fries. Second snack held a stack of chocolate cookies that seemed to be as wide as his arm. Dinner was the must full plate of them all though. Three eighteen-ounce steaks smothered in gravy on a bed of collard greens and pork fat bites. And finally, dessert was an entire two tier cake with icing dripping down the sides.

He was in utter shock and disbelief about the copious amounts of food in front of him. As he gazed around the room, he noticed something new in the corner. There was a standing mirror with a clock hung on the wall right next to it. As he walked over, he gazed at himself for the first time since starting his journey. His body had fully been engulfed in fat. His love handles spilling from the sides, his abs almost fully gone and replaced with a thick layer of lard, and his previously hard pecs had started shifting into fatter moobs more than anything. Although his body had changed drastically, he enjoyed it very much. He turned to the side to admire how his ass swelled, and his thighs bulked. He never noticed how much weight he truly put on.

The clock hanging on the wall was also strange. Instead of a 12-hour clock it had twenty four markings, to mark each hour of the day. At the 6 am mark it read, “Breakfast.” It looked that every two hours there would be a new meal he was supposed to eat.

He thought to himself how he was going to be able to finish all the food within that time. He glanced at the clock and the arm was almost pointing to the breakfast hour. In his mind he decided to get to work. He hurriedly scarfed down all the hashbrowns and barely managed to eat the burritos before collapsing on the couch. His stomach fully distended. He decided to give it a rub to sooth the discomfort. He was unsure how he was going to manage to eat more later that day. When eight o’clock rolled around he pushed himself up oG the couch and looked at the snack plate. Although intimidating, he was ready to eat the whole thing. He continued this pattern until every meal was finished.

After dessert he laid on the sofa. He was fixated on the ceiling to sooth the soreness in the belly, rubbing it over and over again. He was uncomfortable, but happy that he was able to finish all of the food left for him by whatever brought it. He quickly fell into another food coma and drifted oG to sleep.

When the next morning came, he awoke to an eerie silence. There was no wind, which was odd given the storm that had trapped him. He decided to look out the window near the bathroom and to his surprise there was no more snowfall, just a thick white shiny layer left from the storm. He tried opening the door and to his surprise, the tree he thought had fallen in front of the door had shifted enough for him to squeeze his thick frame out.

The storm had passed, and he could go home. But did he want to?

He looked over at the table that was covered in his six separate meals. While considering going home to his old life, his family, and his friends he knew that he would be unrecognizable to them. They would be curious about what truly happened to him and how he managed to put on so much weight while being trapped in such a strong snowstorm. He walked over to the table and started eating his breakfast. He wanted to think about what he was going to do. As he was eating, he felt an unfamiliar sensation. His belly started to swell and bloat. It wasn’t painful, but an odd sensation. He hurriedly walked to the mirror to see what was going on. His body had fully transformed overnight. He no longer had an outline

of abs, but a full flagged belly. His pecs had turned into round fat sacks resting on his new profound gut. His ass had completely engulfed his underwear. He even developed a double chin. He was completely turning into a fat man without much he was eating, and he loved it. He moved the table to in front of the sofa and continued to eat as much as possible, even eating some meals in advance. When he was finished and couldn’t eat anymore, he stood up.

He heard a crack on the floorboard. When he looked down, he saw a light coming from beneath. He got on his hands and knees to peer through the crack and saw a room fully lit up. He grabbed an empty plate and started to rip the floorboards up with it. When he finally had broken through, he noticed there were steps near where the hole was. He climbed into the room and looked around. There were tubes and wires coming out of the walls, and a big metal chair in the middle of the room. He walked up to the chair and noticed a tube near the neck of the chair. There were two notes, one on the chair and one on the tube.

Sit on me.

Put me in your mouth.

He had listened to the notes so far, so why would he not listen to these? He put the tube in his mouth and sat on the chair, his love handles touching each side. He rested his chunky arms on the armrests. Suddenly metal restraints wrapped around his writs, ankles, and torso. As he squirmed, a thick white liquid seeped from the tube and into his mouth. It was sweet, like the drink he had been drinking throughout his time in the cabin. He swallowed as more poured in, filling his already full belly with thick creamy liquid. His stomach started to ache as he squirmed, but the sensation felt so great. He looked down as his belly started to dig into the metal restraint. He was filling up quickly and loved the feeling. He stopped fighting as more liquid filled inside of him, making him fatter. Suddenly, just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. The liquid stopped pouring from the tube and became a slight trickle from what was left behind. And the restrains unclasped from around his body parts.

As he arose, he felt the immense weight from his belly pull him forward. He leaned against the wall for support with one arm, and the other holding his fully fed belly. He slowly crawled out of the hole back into the cabin, barely making it out before he fell to the floor on his back, rubbing his belly. He held himself like this for what felt like an hour before he got up and walked to the mirror. The mirror displayed what he had become. Fully fledged in fat. His belly was starting to hang. His once ripped arms covered in a thick layer of fat. This ass and thighs full and thick. This body had completely changed within his less than three weeks stay at this cabin. While admiring himself he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

The dresser seemed to be slightly ajar. When he waddled over to it and looked inside there was a completely new wardrobe with size 5XL clothing and a note inside reading...

Welcome to your new home fatty.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

too far

pair: Fred Weasley x reader summery: Fred has always been the king of pranks, but one day he goes a bit too far, and he Fred spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to you with adorable gestures until you can’t help but forgive him.

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It had started out like any other day. You’d gone down to breakfast with Fred, laughing at his usual banter with George, and sharing a few secret smiles across the Gryffindor table. Everything was normal—or so you thought.What you hadn’t known was that Fred had been planning a prank for weeks, something he’d been brewing up in his mischievous mind with George, and unfortunately, today was the day it would unfold.

As you wandered into the Great Hall after your last class of the morning, you didn’t notice anything strange at first. That was, until the entire room went dead silent. You blinked in confusion as heads turned toward you. Whispers started to rise like the rustle of leaves in a storm.

You furrowed your brow, glancing around. "What...?"

That’s when you caught sight of your reflection in one of the windows. Your heart dropped.

Your face was entirely green. Not just a faint tint—no, your entire face was an alarming, bright emerald, as if someone had dipped you in paint. And your hair? Oh, your hair. It was floating above your head, static and wild, sticking out in all directions as though you’d been struck by lightning.

"Oh. My. God." Your voice came out in a strangled whisper.

Laughter erupted, and the students around you couldn’t contain themselves. You could even hear some of the professors trying—and failing—to hold back snickers. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, though it probably wasn’t noticeable under the neon green hue.

This had Fred Weasley written all over it.

You stormed out of the Great Hall, not bothering to look back as the giggles followed you. You could feel your pulse quickening, your anger bubbling up. You loved Fred and knew what you signed up for when you started dating him. But this—this was mortifying. Public humiliation in front of the entire school? It wasn’t just a simple prank. It was just too much.

You headed straight for the common room, desperately trying to calm your breathing. When you reached the dormitory, you stopped at a mirror and tried to undo the spell, but nothing worked. The green was still there, and your hair continued to defy gravity.

That’s when Fred found you.

You didn’t hear him at first, too caught up in your fuming frustration. But then his voice came, soft and sheepish.

“Hey… love.”

You spun around, your eyes narrowed at him. Fred was standing in the doorway with a guilty look on his face. He looked like a puppy who had been caught chewing on shoes.

“Don’t ‘love’ me, Fred Weasley,” you snapped. “This—this is too far!”

“I... I may have overdone it a bit,” Fred admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I thought it would wear off by now, honestly."

“Well, it hasn’t,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “And now I’m green and my hair is a mess! Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

Fred winced, taking a small step forward. “I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” you interrupted, giving him your best death glare. “You humiliated me, Fred. In front of everyone.”

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it quickly, looking genuinely remorseful. For a moment, you thought he was going to come up with some cheeky remark, some joke to lighten the mood. But he didn’t. Instead, he just nodded.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You looked at him, still angry, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes. It softened your heart just a little, but not enough to let him off the hook.

“I’m going to make it up to you,” he added quickly, noticing the flicker in your expression. “I promise.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?”

Fred’s eyes brightened a bit as if a new idea had sparked in his mind. “Give me a chance. I’ll fix this.”

Without waiting for your response, Fred dashed out of the room, leaving you standing there in confusion. You sighed, still furious, but there was a part of you that was curious—what could Fred possibly do to fix this mess?

Throughout the rest of the day, Fred tried everything.

First, he sent a bouquet of enchanted flowers that followed you around the common room, apologizing on his behalf every few minutes. "Fred is sorry!" they would chime in unison, but that only annoyed you more.

Next, Fred appeared with your favorite sweets, freshly baked chocolate, and your favorite pastries from the kitchens, delivered with a sheepish grin. "I’m still sorry," he said, trying to offer you one. You accepted the pastry, but it didn’t mean you were any less upset.

Later, he charmed your textbooks to dance around you, but you gave him a deadpan look, and he quickly put an end to it.

By dinner, you found yourself back in the Great Hall, still green, still trying to avoid everyone’s gaze. Fred, however, was relentless. He stood by the doorway with a large sign floating above him, reading: Forgive me, Y/N!

As you sat down, your anger had started to melt, but you weren’t quite ready to forgive him yet.

Finally, when you thought the day couldn’t get more exhausting, Fred approached you outside of the common room, where you’d retreated to escape the stares. He wasn’t carrying gifts or pulling any pranks this time. Instead, he held something small in his hand.

“I know I’ve been driving you mad all day,” he said softly, stopping a few feet away from you. "But… I just wanted to give you this."

Curious, you glanced at his hand. It was a small, golden locket in the shape of a star. He opened it to reveal a tiny picture of the two of you together, taken just a few weeks ago. You were both laughing, looking so happy. Your chest tightened.

“I wanted to get you something real. Not to apologize for the prank, but because I care about you, and I never want to hurt you,” he said, his voice sincere. “I’m really sorry.”

You blinked, taken aback. This wasn’t like Fred—he was always goofy, always trying to make light of things. But here he was, looking so genuinely sorry that it made your heart swell.

For the first time all day, you smiled. “You really went all out for this apology, huh?”

Fred’s face lit up at your words. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

You sighed, pretending to think about it. “Well… I suppose I can’t stay mad forever.”

Fred grinned and closed the distance between you, pulling you into a tight hug. You could feel the tension melt away as his arms wrapped around you, warm and comforting. “Thank Merlin. I don’t think I could’ve come up with any more grand gestures.”

“I think you’re done for the day,” you chuckled, resting your head on his chest. And in that moment, you forgot all about your green face and wild hair. Because Fred’s embrace was more than enough to make up for the prank, and somehow, you knew you’d always fall for this ridiculous prankster.

[redroomreflections]

How Not To Become A Tiktok Star

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Reader has a tiktok account and she decides to do the "I think you're bad in bed" prank on Natasha.

note: I really don't know what this is. I saw it on tiktok and decided to write it. if i cringed you also have to experience it.

this can be any universe really.

w/c: 1k

You and Natasha are about to head out for a drive, and you had a fun idea to capture a bit of the day for your TikTok account. You'd set up the camera before she slid into the driver's seat. You placed the phone on the dashboard, using a small, inconspicuous car mount that you’ve cleverly tucked away. The mount is just the right height to capture both of you without being too obvious. You adjust the angle, making sure the camera is aimed perfectly to catch the both of you.

"Are you recording us?"

You nod silently. "Just for memories." You inform her. You sit back into the passenger's seat and watch the scenery go by.

"So…I was thinking of going to Target later and getting us a few things for the house," Natasha tried. "I think I can get in and out without being recognized."

"Sounds good." You nodded. "If we need more detergent, I'll add that to the list."

"Ok, and maybe some new sheets. Those are getting pretty old."

"They are pretty old, aren't they?" You continue. The car ride is silent for the next few minutes and you glance at the camera to make sure it's still recording.

"You're awfully quiet today," Natasha mentions. She's so used to you talking up a storm whenever you get the chance.

"I'm just tired." You shrug. "It's been a long week."

"I feel that." Natasha nods. "Anything on your mind?"

You pause dramatically, picking at your nails before you look at her. "I need to tell you something and I kind of don't know how to say it." Your heart beats in your chest. How could you explain this? It's a prank so of course she will be clueless but you are unsure of how to go about it.

"You can tell me anything," Natasha said.

"Ok, so the truth is," You begin. "Lately, I've been feeling like you've gotten a little lazier in bed." You say.

Natasha looks over at you with a blank expression. "What?"

"Like you've been kind of boring in the bedroom." You repeat.

Natasha shakes her head in confusion. "What do you mean by that? Boring?"

"Well, last night, for example. It was your turn to go down on me and it wasn't really your best work."

"Really?" Natasha asks, surprised. "You didn't seem to have a problem."

"I was too embarrassed to tell you."

Natasha's face falls. "Wow. I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's been like that for a while and I didn't want to hurt your feelings," You reach across the console to grab her free hand. "I just want us to have fun together."

"That's what I want too." Natasha agreed.

"We used to have fun."

"Yeah." Natasha agrees.

"So much fun." You nod. "I just think maybe you can practice a bit more? Try some new techniques or something."

"Oh...well," Natasha's face turns a bit pink and she glances between the road and you. "New techniques? Where do you suggest i practice this?"

"I don't know." You shrug, keeping the smirk off your face. "Maybe start with me?"

Natasha stares straight ahead. "Oh, well, I can try. But I'm not really sure where to start. Can you give me a specific?"

"Hmm, yeah. I'll just go into more detail." You decide.

"Go ahead."

"I guess when you have sex with a woman, you just have to remember the pearl is the center of the universe," You censor yourself for Tiktok of course. "I don't know if you've forgotten where it is or..."

"No, no," Natasha shook her head. "I'm very familiar with where it is. Yours especially."

"Ok, because I'm not sure if you're aware, but when you go down on me, you don't pay enough attention to it," You tell her. "It's almost like you don't like the taste."

Natasha makes a face. "What? That's ridiculous. I love your taste."

"But you're not doing enough."

"Ok."

"You need to be better. Not even just licking around my pearl, but actually sucking it. Really, just doing all that. All the things that are important."

"You know, I'm very confused about where this is coming from," Natasha turned on her indicator to turn into the parking lot. "Like I said last night you were very happy with my performance. Unless you were faking it."

"Of course, I wasn't faking it," You shake your head. "I've been wanting to tell you for a while but I didn't know how. But it's not only that, there are other things too."

"What other things?" Natasha asked.

"I feel like you're not very experimental. Like, I want to have sex in more than just the bed." You say.

Natasha nods. "I guess Tony's lab wasn't experimental enough."

"Babe," You gasp. You turn to the camera and sigh. "I'm going to have to edit that out."

Natasha parks the car. "Why are you saying all this? Is something going on? Are you recording still?"

"Yes, I'm still recording," You admit. "This is for my Tiktok. It's a joke."

"A joke? I knew it had to be," Natasha shakes her head. "Are you going to upload that?"

"Probably."

"Oh, wow." Natasha finally gets a good look at you. "I know this wasn't one hundred percent the truth. You're always so exhausted after we finish. Also, the things you say there's no way you're not getting what you want."

"What does that mean?" You play dumb.

"Oh, baby, fuck me," Natasha pitches her voice higher. "Don't stop. Don't stop." She fake moans and pretends to be you in the moments of passion and pleasure.

"Oh, shut up." You playfully swat her. "I don't sound like that."

"Yes, you do," Natasha chuckles. "Some days I can barely get you to go multiple rounds. You practically fall asleep with me still inside of you."

"Shut up!" You laugh.

Natasha shakes her head at the absurdity of it all. "I can't believe you got me so good. I really thought we were having problems."

"You're cocky," You scoff.

"And you're the queen of the universe, baby." Natasha grins, leaning over to kiss you. "Let's get this over with so we can get home and you can show me how much I don't suck in bed."

"I can't upload this to Tiktok," You sigh.

"Well put it with the other videos that we can't upload."

"Good idea," You reached for the camera and shut it off. So much for being a tiktok star.

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Lover’s Quarrel

Lee Russell x Reader

Summary: Reader is the third Vice Principal of North Jackson High. She often finds herself fighting with Lee Russell. Tension builds until it finally breaks.

CW: cussing because duh it’s Lee Russell, p in v, creampie, biting(?), Lee being a panty thief,

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You sat alongside your two coworkers watching some of the kids practice for the pep rally. Neal Gamby and Lee Russell, your fellow Vice Principals. Only a few weeks back they had dragged you along for some harebrained scheme to get the new Principal, Dr. Belinda Brown, fired. Breaking into her home, resulting in Russell loosing it and burning her entire house down. You were in the thick of it with them now, no turning back.

Gamby and Lee argued back and forth about what the next plan was to ensure Belinda Brown was no more. You were halfway zoned out not much caring for their petty bickering.

“I can’t help both of you pussed out on me and ran,” Lee scoffed at Gamby. “You can’t be serious right now, what did you want us to go up in flames with the house?” Gamby rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Lee began talking through his teeth, “I’m talking about how we were gonna highjack her car too, Gamby! Could’ve burnt that shit down right in the school parking lot!”

“I think burning her new house down was far enough, Lee,” you finally chimed in.

“Yeah, dumbass. Don’t you think we would’ve been caught then?!” Gamby leaned in.

“She has kids, Lee. We’ve already made them homeless,” you sat up straight rolling your shoulders.

“You two are no fun!” Lee rolled his eyes, “Too invested in her personal life and shit. I don’t give a fuck about her! Neither should you, little miss sensitive.”

“That’s rich coming from someone with a detailed binder on every single faculty member in this building,” you stood up.

“Yeah!” Gamby pointed a finger in his face, “You’re the one who’s invested!”

“Shut the fuck up, Gamby,” Lee scrunched his face up at him. Lee’s eyes followed you as you walked down the bleachers.

“Where the fuck are you goin’, prissy pants?” Lee stood up behind you.

“Anywhere where I don’t have to hear your dumbass complain,” you turned around and threw your arms up.

“You always are the first one to back out on anything! Can’t even commit to a conversation with us,” Lee crossed his arms.

“Ooo a lovers quarrel,” Gamby teased.

“Shut Up, Gamby!” You both spoke together.

Lee began walking down the bleachers towards you. This just pissed you off worse.

It had almost always been like this with you and Lee. Small bickerings that were normally wrapped up with some flirting. All your coworkers constantly teased you both about fighting like an old married couple. Lee was different when you were alone. Staying late to help you with some paperwork that you could’ve done yourself, deeply complimenting you, always making an excuse to invite you into his office or himself into yours, lingering touches between you. Things had changed since Dr. Brown joined the faculty. Lee was sassier than ever. No longer willing to be any form of helpful, just hanging around throwing off-hand insults towards anyone and everyone. It had been growing old. You were sick of constant negativity pouring from him.

You headed down the stairs of the bleachers walking as fast as you could away from him.

“What’s the matter with you?” Lee rushed behind you, his hard steps echoing on the metal stairs. You ignored him, continuing forward. “I thought this was like our thing! Just some back and forth, what’s the big deal?” Lee scoffed.

“I’m not in the mood for this today, Lee,” you rolled your eyes refusing to look back at him. He was hot on your heals.

“What are you on your period or something?” Lee joked.

That was it. That sent you over the edge.

"Oh, sweet God, Lee! You're being a fucking asshole!" You stormed off into the nearby woods. The area in which old school supplies got dumped, also where Lee often took his smoke break.

"Me the asshole? You're the one actin' like a royal bitch right now!" Lee followed closely behind you.

That struck a nerve.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Lee stood before you, hands on his hips, mouth hanging awkwardly open and eyes wide. He stammered slightly shaking his head.

"Nothing," he threw his hands up doing a circle step.

"No- Go ahead, Russell. Since you want to be so brave, tell me what you said!"

"You're the one that called me an asshole," he mumbled.

"Because you are an asshole! That's all you've ever been and all you'll ever be! A self obsessed, egotistical asshole!" You grunted as you spun around, leaning your arm against a tree.

"Oh, now look whose name callin'!" Lee stomped.

"You act all sweet and friendly to the staff, then do everything in your power to stab them in the back. Laughing and jokin' at the lunch table, pretending to be one of them. Well you aren't! You're a fucking psychopath who loves to pull everyone down with him! You're a sicko with a power trip, Russell!"

Lee scoffed at you, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"FUCK YOU, LEE RUSSELL!" You got into his face pointing at him.

Lee cocked his head to the side. His hands found both sides of your face, crashing his lips into yours. You were stunned and extremely aroused. You sunk into the kiss full force, your body melting into Lee's grasp.

"You've got a dirty mouth on you, Ms. L/N," Lee flashed a toothy grin at you.

"You have no idea," you chuckled to yourself.

"Fuck, me. I like the sound of that," he pressed his lips back into yours, backing you into the tree you had leaned on prior. You exchanged spit as your tongues tussled, sloppy kissing being shared. Lee's lips found their way to your neck, biting and sucking at it. "Don't be fucking greedy," you breathed out.

"I'll do whatever I want," he kissed your skin, biting down a little harder than before. A small moan escaped you feeling his teeth dance along your skin. You wanted him badly.

Lee pulled you away from the tree, escorting you over to the mattress on the ground. A little gross, but you could not care right now. "Let's hurry things along a little, I've got an evaluation in an hour," Lee helped you onto the mattress, crawling on top of you. A prominent tent pitched in his tight khakis. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, dontcha Russell?"

"Oh, shut up," Lee kissed your lips. He ran a hand down your body, sliding under your skirt, finding your clothed core. His fingers began making circles against your sensitive nub. Your hips jolted forward at the sudden friction. Your eyes shot up to him. "Did you think I was gonna be the only one getting off here?" Lee looked at you with a cocky grin. You ran both hands up his body, tugging him down by his tie.

"Fuck me, Lee," you fluttered your eyes at him.

"Don't have to ask me twice, sweetheart," Lee began pulling himself from his pants. You shimmied your panties down your legs, cool air hit your soaking core. Lee's eyes stared up your skirt, mouth hanging open admiring your sex. Your eyes finally caught his fully erect cock, his hand grasped around it stroking himself. Your face flushed. Lee got in position, lining himself up with your opening. He eased himself in, the tip stretching you first. Lee’s eyes stared down at yours, lust written all over his face.

He continued easing his way inside you, giving you time to adjust to him. He found himself fully inside you, both of you breathing loud and heavy. He stayed for a moment not ready to begin moving. He gently pulled himself back before aggressively thrusting back into you. A moan fell from you.

"Ah, fuck. Has a pussy this good seriously being hidin' from me this whole time?" Lee threw his head back as he continued thrusting into you. His cocked stretched you just right.

"Should've bent you over my desk by now. Fucked you in the teacher's lounge. Hell, I'll fuck you on my future Principal's desk," Lee grinned ear to ear.

"You mean my future desk," you scowled at him.

"Whatever gets you to let me keep fucking you," Lee leaned his head against you. He squinted his eyes savoring the feeling of you around him. He had not been fucked in a longtime, let alone by someone as good as you.

Lee's hips rocked into you consistently quick, your head rested back on the mattress. He felt extremely good inside you, even if that mouth of his was not doing him any favors. He leaned down placing a wet kiss on your lips, his hand creeping down your body and finding your sensitivity again. His name was a soft moan on your lips. You felt your orgasm inching through your body his fingers working absolute magic on you. You were breathless.

“I wanna cum in you, okay?” Lee whispered in your ear. You nodded aggressively. You knew you would unwind any minute now. Lee’s hips grew sloppy and unrhythmic as he began chasing his high. Praises flowed from him as he threw his head back, his fingers finally sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around him, a loud moan escaping you. Lee’s body fell flush with yours, his hips snapping into you. “Fuck, Y/N, you have the perfect pussy,” he moaned in your ear. Ropes of him shot inside you, his hips sputtering trying to get as deep inside you as possible. His lips pressed into yours hard. One of his hands cupped your cheek, Lee admired you, being tender with you for only a moment.

“Goddamn, Y/N! That was— Fuck, great,” Lee chuckled awkwardly trying to catch his breath. You ran your hand through Lee’s hair, his eyes softening for a moment. Lee pulled out of you hesitantly. Deep down he wished you could stay like this forever. He would never admit it publicly, but he really liked you. You both sighed. He rolled over to be on the mattress beside you.

You sat up, searching for your panties that had been discarded earlier. “Where’d my underwear go?”

Lee laughed. He patted his chest, “Don’t you worry about those, I’m sure you have plenty more at home.” Your whole body flushed with heat when you realized what he was saying.

“You’re seriously going to make me walk around the rest of the day with no underwear?” You half smiled at him.

“Goddamn right I am. Make sure every time you sit down you remember what happened out here,” Lee laughed, standing up and reaching his hand out to you. You took it, he pulled you to your feet. Your chest was flush against his, you looked up at him. You pressed a kiss to his lips quickly. You saw a slight pink hue rise on his cheeks. Lee’s hands were on your hips, heavy brown eyes staring into yours. A faint smile painted his face.

The bell rang in the distance.

Lee’s eyes shot up to the school behind you. “Uh— Guess we outta get back to work,” he placed a tiny peck on your cheek. You smiled as he walked ahead of you, one of his hands reaching behind him for yours. You intertwined fingers with him, getting a satisfied look over his shoulder. He led you out of the trees, the field that was previously full of loud cheering students was now empty. No one was outside. At least, that’s what you thought. Lee spun around, planting another kiss on your lips. A goofy grin painting his face.

“RUSSELL!”

You both jumped slightly hearing Neal Gamby’s voice echoing through the air.

“Jesus Christ,” Lee sighed as he turned around to face him.

“What the fuck were you guys doing out there? You know we have to monitor the halls during class changes! Plus you guys forced me to have ‘small talk’ with Bitch Brown!” Gamby folded his arms over his chest.

“No need to get your nutsack twisted, Gamby. We just needed to plan out our next attack,” Lee flicked him in the shoulder walking past him to the school.

“I’m supposed to be involved in all conversations about this!” Gamby protested.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, following closely behind Lee. Turning to make a face at Gamby as you headed inside.

“You guys suck,” Gamby mumbled as he hustled to catch up with you.

You and Lee walked side by side inside the building, occasionally bumping into each other. Exchanging small smiles back and forth. Continuously grazing hands, longing to interlock fingers again.

Save that for another time.

~~~

[END]

~ Thank you for reading! This is my first time writing for Lee Russell so I hope you enjoyed it! I am currently on Episode 6(?) of Vice Principals and am absolutely obsessed. I will be more than happy to write more for Lee Russell if anyone has requests! If you want to be tagged in my future work let me know! ~

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Brothers Best Friend Pt.1

Sam Uley! x Fem!Reader!

A/N: Part one of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. I'll get part two out as soon as I can!

Warnings//: Profanity.

Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.

B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish.)

You had heard the rumors, “Sam started a cult”, “They must be in a gang”, and "Did you know that Sam and his goons run around the woods shirtless and perform rituals" It was all over the town. In a town with less than three thousand people, rumors are bound to spread like wildfire. You didn’t want to believe it, more so because your brother was a part of it, and you could never think of him being involved in that. No matter how much you didn’t want to accept it you couldn’t help how your mind raced with anxious thoughts.

Could your brother really be in a cult? Could Sam really be the one to lead and start it? The evidence was a harsh reality, every single person in the group including your brother had cut their long hair short and gotten a matching tattoo, and that had to be something. You decided enough was enough, enough of hearing rumors, enough of your brother ignoring your existence, enough of your parents worrying, and enough of letting your feelings for Sam blind you from the truth.

You have known Sam since childhood. Sam and your brother were close friends, which meant him being around a lot and you two having general knowledge of each other. As the years went on you had developed a small crush on the boy, but you would NEVER tell him or your brother that. You always thought he saw you as his friend's annoying little sister, and he did at least until one day that started changing. It happened slowly, the lingering glances, the protectiveness turning from one of brotherly love to jealousy, the very structure of your dynamic began to change. You decided that you push those feelings down, no matter how strong they were. You couldn't handle the thought of your brother finding out about your feelings for his best friend or even Sam for that matter, you knew he wouldn't approve, and besides the chances of Sam seeing you as anything more than the girl who used to hang out with his cousin and annoy him is very slim.

You were on your way to Sam’s house, you didn’t have a plan and you didn’t even know what you were going to say but you had determination and that was enough for you. You pulled up to Sam’s house and immediately saw multiple guys without their shirts on staring at you, you got out of the car ignoring their gazes. Heading straight for the front door you barged in without knocking.

“B/N?!” you shouted, walking through the house.

You soon realized no one was inside. You ran out of the house, looking around until you saw them. You stormed down the hill towards the woods, where Sam and your brother stood facing the trees talking. When you saw them you couldn’t help the anger that rose in your chest as you got closer and closer.

"HEY!" You yelled to the two boys, who turned their heads to look at you immediately.

You saw the confusion on both of their faces as you continued to stomp towards them. You are soon face to face with your brother, who is looking at you like you've grown two heads. Thats when you started ripping in to him.

"You need to explain everything to me right here, right now. I am tired of hearing that my big brother is now a part of some gang and that Sam Uley is the leader of it. You've ignored me for weeks, cut your hair off, gotten a tattoo. Mom and Dad are worried sick and you couldn't even pick up the damn phone like a man and explain what you've been doing. So I'm here now. Explain, and it better be good because I swear to you B/N I wont sit here and wait for you to pull your head out of your ass and realize all of the damage you've done." You say frustration bleeding from the words. You take a deep breath after the tangent.

Your brother's face shifts from confusion to understanding. He lets out a deep sigh. He was about to start talking but something stopped him. He slowly turned his head towards Sam, who is staring at you now with more intensity than you've ever seen on anyone before. Your brother started switching back and forth between you and Sam, becoming angrier and angrier each time. You were about to tell them to stop staring at you like idiots and tell you what was going on, when suddenly your brother started punching Sam repeatedly.

You stood there in shock. Before your brain could even process what was happening, they were now on the ground throwing punches wherever they could land.

"WHAT THE FUCK?......B/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you exclaim through a scream.

All you can do is stand there and watch as your brother and Sam continue to throw each other around. Until, suddenly they weren't human anymore. They were gigantic wolves. You scream and fall back in shock at the sight of the two wolves, fighting their way into the woods. You sit there staring in shock as they tumble deep into the trees. You sit there for what feels like hours but is more likely a few seconds, now only hearing the sound of snarls and yelps from the distance. You begin to hear running behind you, 4 other wolves the same size jump over your head continuing into the woods. They disappear and you are left sitting, completely alone, and feeling like you are going crazy.

That didn't just happen, right? That was all in my head? What in the ever-living fuck did I just see? Why the hell did my brother start attacking Sam? How could this even be possible?, that's it I am now officially insane. These thoughts run into your head before you hear soft footsteps coming from behind you. A big contrast to the ones you heard just moments before.

"Are you okay, ?" A sweet voice calls out. You turn around to see Emily, Sam's cousin, with a calm but concerned look on her face.

"Did... did you see that?" you say in a wavering tone, barely above a whisper.

She walked over to you and grabbed your hand, helping you up off the ground and softly dusting the dirt off of your back. She always knew how to comfort someone, her presence alone was warm and inviting. You two were closer when you were little, you are still friends but haven't spoken since you started distancing yourself from Sam. You were scared of your feelings for him and the hurt it might cause, so you pushed him away and by default Emily as well.

"Everything is going to be okay, Y/N," she said in a soothing tone, careful to not spook you even more. "Why don't you come with me inside, I'll get you some tea and a blanket and we can talk about it."

She led me up the hill, rubbing a comforting circle into my back. She made me tea and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. All I could do was stare blankly into the mug, mind running faster than my body could handle, as we sat down she began speaking.

“Your brother is a werewolf, and so is Sam and the rest of the boys,” she said giving a small smile and holding my hand. “I know it doesn’t make sense, and when they get back they can explain it better, but you have to understand he couldn’t tell you. It’s a sacred rule, and Sam enforced it. Alphas orders get obeyed whether they want it or not.” She says scanning my face for my reaction as she continues.

" I do not want to cause you more distress than you've already had today, so I'm going to leave the rest to Sam and B/N," she said smiling softly at me. She took my hand in hers and rubbed it smoothly "Unless you have any questions to ask me"

I looked up at her and shook my head no. I loved Emily but this was all too much, all I had was one question for her.

"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react it all happened so fast." I ask with confusion trying to wrap my head around all of this.

She looked at me a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and I had just said something totally bizarre.

"He what?" she said stuttering a bit. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of........ nevermind" she trails off at the end, not meaning to slip up.

"Caught a whiff of what?" I ask staring at her intensely. She looks up at me like a child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids my eyes and stands up starting to clean up what I'm assuming was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.

"Of what, Emily" I ask a bit more sternly.

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Changes

(Toji X Reader)

Synopsis: Toji gets a new job and looks hot in a suit

CW: (thinking about) Oral (male receiving), (role play) boss/employee dynamics, language (obvs it's Toji)

AN: This is still pretty short (1.1K) but I'm working my way up to longer fics, definitely haven't written smut in ages so I kind of chickened out there at the end haha

Convincing Toji to settle down and get a ‘real’ job went about as well as one would imagine. He was all teeth and mean comments about how you’d miss the money, how you’d fall out of shape, even going as far as to say that he needs time away from you on jobs for your relationship to work out—but you know Toji, he didn’t mean any of that. He’s just slow to change, no matter what that change is, but especially if that change is someone else’s idea, even you, his sweet, beautiful, second chance at life, the calm after the storm. 

Just as you were about to give up hope on pulling Toji out of his dangerous career, you heard his heavy footsteps descending the stairs of your home. His muttered words were barely audible but hinted at a brewing storm. You wiped your hands on your apron, wondering what possibly could have him this riled up so late into your evening. Maybe Shiu called him for another extended job that would have him away from home for a few weeks. You step into your living room with bated breath, praying that you’re wrong, hoping that you can play house with him for a bit longer before you’re reminded of what your husband really does for work. What you saw there was nothing short of astonishing. 

Toji stands in the middle of your shared living room, trying to button the cuffs of his button-down shirt. His large hands slip away from the too-small buttons, turning the task into a nightmare as he groans, eyebrows knit, and jaw clenches. You think for a moment that he must not have detected your presence as he continues to struggle and swear under his breath until he pulls you from your thoughts. 

“Ya just gonna sit there staring at me, or are ya gonna come help me with this stupid fucking shirt,” he turns to face you, and you see a light blush dusting the tips of his cheeks as he drops moves a hand to run through his hair, avoiding your gaze. 

He has an expensive black suit jacket over the light button-down, slacks, and matching dress shoes. His unruly mop of hair looks like it’s been pushed back a bit to look more professional. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Toji in anything this nice before, not even at your wedding; he insisted on wearing jeans and sneakers (mostly cause you wouldn’t let him go shoeless-- yes, that too was a fight). 

He must have noticed your gawking cause he snaps at you again, “Hey! Woman, come put those tiny fingers to good use for once,” the corner of his lips pull into a devilish smirk, and suddenly your face is heating up at the realization that he caught you gawking. 

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you say, making your way to stand in front of him. Staring intently at the tiny opalescent buttons on his wrist, you try desperately to avoid his burning eyes, which are burning holes into the back of your head. 

Your delicate fingers slip the pretty button into its home as your eyes start to linger, raking over his built thighs, noting how the fabric clings deliciously to the well-built muscle there. Fuck, if you’re really looking, just under the simple leather belt, you can see the shape of his fat cock through the light fabric. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as your mouth goes dry. Daring a glance upward, you can see how the fabric of his dress shirt pulls slightly as if his chest barely fits in the damn thing; the well-fit blazer only makes his shoulders look impossibly bigger.

“Hey, I’ve got two hands, airhead,” he chuckles breathly into your ear, causing the hairs on your neck to stand straight up as he moves to gently kiss your temple. 

“S-so uh, what’s with the outfit?” you curse yourself momentarily for letting him know how much he affects you; even after all these years, he still makes your body react with the simplest touch. 

You feel his body freeze for a moment at the side of your head before speaking, “Oh uh, Shiu got me a job; I’ll be security at one of those upscale clubs downtown,” he buries his face into the side of your hair mumbling his words into it, “Why? You don’t like it, doll?”

After fastening the second button, your arms wrap gently around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, “No, I love it actually, just a little surprised, is all.” Your fingers begin to card through the hair at the nape of his neck, causing goose flesh to rise as Toji wraps his arms around your midsection, pulling you closer to him. 

“Tell me how much you love it, beautiful,” he whispers into your ear. His fingers play with the tie of your apron as his other hand snakes under your shirt, and warm hands trace circles in the small of your back. 

A shiver runs through your spine before you speak, “You look handsome, honey. Like some executive business prick…definitely the type of guy to fuck around with his secretary.” You can hear him chuckle as he moves to place open-mouth kisses under your ear, enjoying the way you start to fidget within his grasp. 

“Keep going, baby.”

You let out an audible gasp when he nibbles on your ear lobe, hand moving down to caress the fat of your ass under your pants. “You look so big in that suit, Toji, like a strong, respectable businessman.” You let out a breathy laugh at the last part as Toji places his behind your neck, craning down so your noses just barely brush one another. 

“Is that right, doll? Ya wanna be my good little secretary then? Hm?” He bites gently at your bottom lip, pulling your hips in closer so you can feel all of him better. “Ya gonna be a good girl n suck me off under the table? Gotta keep quiet though or everyone in the office will know you got that promotion on your knees” You let out a breathy moan at the thought of having your mouth stuffed full with his cock, drool cascading down the sides of your mouth and staining your pencil skirt as he speaks with employees as if you aren’t below him, gagging, trying desperately to stay quiet. The thought alone has you pressing your thighs together as he moves his hand to trace over the gloss on your bottom lip, smearing the sticky substance around and staring with a predatory gaze at how you part your lips to lick at the tip of his finger before he presses it further into your mouth. You wrap your lips around the digit and stare up at him with those pleading eyes like you were begging to have his dick down your throat. Fuck, he doesn’t think he’s so mad at the change anymore, not when it means he could keep you around his office as a personal stress reliever from now on.

[frudoo]

Bells Ring (4)

Title: Five String Serenade

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Warnings: Food consumption, body image, awkward interactions. Calm before the storm.

MDNI

The first sight you’re greeted by in the morning is the nurse with a tray of breakfast in her hands—a spread of bread, butter and jams, a heaping bowl of thick porridge, a large china plate full of sausages, fried eggs, bacon, and mushrooms, and an assortment of fresh fruits to fill the unsightly gaps. For the first time in days, your stomach rumbles with hunger rather than displeasure, and you graciously accept the tray from her hands. It’s a rarity that you’re able to enjoy a meal in the luxury of your own chambers, away from the judging eyes that stare with pity or disgust when you eat, like you're going to come after their plates too.

The food has become lukewarm but it tastes just as good, a multitude of flavors bursting on your tongue. There’s a cup of tea to wash it all down, fixed up perfectly, to your surprise. Perhaps one of the maids you’ve acquainted with had observed the way you always made it and passed that tidbit on to the cook. Heaven knows your husband wouldn’t bother to do anything for your benefit.

You’re about midway through breakfast when there’s a loud, confident succession of three knocks on your door. It’s not Ewan, that much you know—he would just come straight in without any formalities. It’s not the maids or the nurse, and it’s most certainly not the queen, so who-?

“Mah sincerest apologies for intrudin’. May ah enter?” King MacTavish steps just past your door timidly, wide blue eyes uncertain whether or not you’ll accept his presence.

Your eyebrows raise nearly to your hairline, and you scramble to set the tray aside. You climb out from beneath the duvet and grimace when you realize you’re just in your nightgown, awkwardly curtsying.

“A-apologies, Your Majesty, I was not expecting you, or I would have-”

“Nae formalities, hen, please. Ah ken ye were no' prepared tae see me,” John holds his hands up to calm your ranting, a small grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

You stand from your bowing position, fingers awkwardly fiddling with one another. You’re not sure what he wants with you, or if it’s even proper for him to be here, formally or informally. The king clears his throat and you gasp softly, realizing you had never answered him.

“Oh! Pl-please, do come in,” you hurry, moving to sit on the edge of your bed and inviting him to do the same.

John hesitates before sitting on the bed beside you, making sure to keep a comfortable distance between the two of you. He wipes his clammy palms on his trouser-clad thighs, sniffing before he finally gathers the words to speak.

“Ah should hope breakfast was tae yer likin’?” He questions softly, gesturing to the large tray that sits just behind you on top of your mattress. “Ah made sure Lottie fixed yer tea, since she… since ye’re around her most.”

You furrow your eyebrows—King MacTavish was the one who sent you the meal? You had assumed it was standard, but then again, it was the first time you’d been offered breakfast since your little breakdown started nearly a week ago.

“Yes, it was perfect, sir. I thank you very kindly,” you respond, a bit stunned. “I mus-”

“Ah suppose-”

You clasp your hands together in embarrassment for trying to speak at the same time, lowering your head. John coughs a bit then clears his throat once more, gesturing for you to continue.

“Apologies, Your Majesty, I was simply wondering, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” You recover, still not quite ready to meet his eye.

“Reit. Ah jus’ wanted tae see how ye’re feelin’, s’all.”

How are you feeling? With his words you realize you have not had the chance to evaluate your emotional state as of this morning. John frowns at your hesitance, cautiously reaching out to place a hand atop both of yours, which continue to fidget mindlessly in your lap. Your brows furrow and you stiffen, but make no effort to pull away from him. He’s warm, and his presence is comforting. You had not realized how much you’d missed the touch of a man—it almost feels foreign.

“I… I suppose I am alright, for now,” you murmur, bashfully meeting his eyes.

King MacTavish really is a handsome sight—those beautiful oceans of deep sapphire that seem to stare right into your very being, the dark, shaggy hair that curls at the back of his neck, perfectly tanned skin from years of being out in the sun. Although his beard is tinged with streaks of white hair, it does not age him, rather proves his wisdom and elegance. Even the gold earring that adorns his left earlobe suits him flawlessly. It is apparent where Ewan got his charming stature from.

“Ah am pleased tae hear it,” John grins, but it is not a gesture of relief.

There is a sadness in his eyes you had not seen until this very moment, and it makes your heart ache with pity. The last thing you want is for another to feel the pain, the unrest that resides in yourself. You readjust your hands so that they hold the one of his that had come out to comfort you. The man’s breath catches in his throat as he glances down at the bundle of hands, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly when he meets your eyes once again.

“Is there something more, Your Highness?” Your voice is gentle, unsure, and it makes John’s expression soften.

“Ah think ye are quite the lovely lass, hen. It is unfortunate tha’ the prince cannae see it,” John says empathically, standing from your bed. “Ah ken wha’ a heartache it is tae be betrayed.”

You frown at the implication. Has the queen not been loyal to him? It’s almost hard to believe, with the way John seemed to nearly worship the ground on which she walked—although it has been a while since you were able to do much more than mope, let alone observe the state of another’s marriage. Still, with someone as thoughtful as John, it nearly pains you to think anyone could betray him so.

“Ah shuid leave ye be,” he concludes, a neutral, polite smile on his face.

“Right, yes. O-of course,” you smile back, standing from your bed as well to give him a proper curtsy. “I, erm… thank you, once more, for the breakfast. It was very kind of you.”

“Anything fer ye, lass,” he responds, and with that, exits your bedchambers.

You’re not sure how someone so sweet could have aided in creating a creature so bitter.

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[softpascalito]

Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Fifteen

Massaging - Joel Miller/F!Reader

Summary: When Joel comes home after a long day of work, you crave nothing more than him. Until you're both reminded of his age.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 2200

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Jackson Era, Joel needs a hug, Soft Joel, Age Difference, Massage, Protective Joel, Kissing, Neck kissing, Making Out, Healthy Relationships, Giving Joel Miller all the forehead kisses he deserves

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notes: pedro pascal if youre reading this, i can cure your back.

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The first thing you heard were his heavy boots making their way through the snow. Then the key in the lock- both locks in fact. He insisted on keeping them locked at all times despite there being no reason to, living in a safe community like Jackson. You both knew it was more for his peace of mind than actual protection but you stuck to it regardless, always locking the door after he left in the morning.

You were in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you scrubbed the coffee mugs the two of you had used earlier today, when you heard his steps crossing the room behind you. As you put the dishcloth down, two large arms wrapped around you from the back.

“Howdy,” Joel muttered as he pressed himself against you, trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter. He hadn't even stopped to take off his boots and his weathered leather jacket was still wet with snow that was now starting to melt and drop onto your shirt, eliciting a small giggle from you. Playfully, you tried to escape his grip but you already knew it was to no avail, ”Joel, you're all wet.”

“Thought that was my line.” You couldn't suppress another small giggle as you turned around, finally able to see his face and you instantly relaxed a bit, despite your clothes getting more soaked by the second.

“How did it go today?” You asked softly as he lifted you up and set you onto the counter in front of him, keeping his hands on your hips. A small wince escaped him at the movement but you didn't pay too much attention to it, instead curious to hear his answer. A storm had hit Jackson a few weeks ago and a few of the older houses had taken damage, giving Joel and Tommy a chance to show off their rusty building skills from before the outbreak.

“We're making good progress. Reckon the house 'll be done by next week,” Joel informed you as he brought one hand up to play with your hair, gently tucking it back behind your ear.

By now, a small puddle had formed where he was standing and you tutted softly, ”Are you trying to flood our kitchen?”

A small smile played around Joel's lips at the question as he ran his thumb over your hip, playing with the hem of your jeans, ”If the wet clothes bother you, we can always take them off.”

So that's what he was doing.

You put on a scandalized look, ”Oh, so this was a planned attack? I see how it is.”

Any further complaint from you was cut off by Joel pulling you closer and bringing his lips to your ear, nuzzling right below the earlobe. It sent waves of electricity through your body and the low noise that accompanied his actions went straight to your core. He smelled like dirt and snow and sweat and that damned leather jacket. A smell that had become so equal to the feeling of home, of safety for you. It was intoxicating.

“Been waiting for you all day,” you muttered under your breath as you wrapped your legs around his hips, your body eagerly searching for his, like it had already memorized the motions it had to follow when Joel was around.

“You have, hm? Always so eager for me,” he mumbled as he continued his assault on your neck for a few more moments before pulling back, his hands wandering under your ass as he lifted you off the counter again.

The kitchen window had a perfect view of the garage- the garage that Ellie had turned into her small apartment. Before you had moved in with Joel, the two of you had used the kitchen counter in a more non-traditional way more frequently- until Ellie had walked in on you. She had loudly announced both of your grossness and Joel, suddenly looking smaller and more shy than you could have ever imagined, had not touched you for days after. No party was keen on repeating the encounter.

You noticed that Joel seemed a little stiff as he picked you up so you adjusted your legs slightly to support yourself better on him. Still, you couldn't resist bringing your mouth to his neck, planting soft kisses all the way up and down it. As he made his way up the stairs with you in his arms, he grunted slightly and you hummed against his skin, ''Seems I'm not the only one who's eager.” Another grunt was all the reply you got but once he reached the landing, he did speed up, taking you both past the threshold of the bedroom door before closing it with his foot and leaning down to place you onto the bed.

Again, your bodies seemed to understand what they were supposed to do and you distantly wondered if there was such a thing as muscle memory for love, if the way his fingers and lips always found the exact spot you needed them on or your head fitting perfectly under his chin was as internalized as it felt: Like it had always been there, like he had always been there, like your bodies had been molded together only to be born in different places in different years and had just by pure chance been reunited so far down the road, your atoms remembering how they had been formed.

When you returned to the present, Joel was still leaning over you, your tongues dancing in unison, his clenched fists resting on the sheets on either side of you to support himself, his back bent and- Oh . 

It hit you then and you slowly stilled, pulling back to look up at him from where you were laying, ”Joel?”

His hand, which had just been about to slip into your pants, slowed down too as he glanced down at you. You could already see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure out what was happening.

Your expression softened as you kept your eyes on him, ” Your back hurts again, doesn't it ?”

Joel opened his mouth to, no doubt, play it off, but you weren't having it, ”Don't you dare lie to me, Miller.”

The man let out a small sigh, grumbling a bit as he slowly stood up, bringing one hand to his back to support himself as he did. He hid it well, always had, but after so much time with him, you could see the small signs of pain in his expression: The way his eyebrows went up a little higher than usual, his lips pressed together harder, his eyes turning softer- and suddenly, you're reminded of his age. He's not old, by any means. If anything, the amount of stamina he has shown, both on patrol and at home, is quite abnormal for a man his age. But he's older than you and with the way he never mentions it, never complains, it's easy to forget that sometimes.

“How bad is it?” You asked softly.

“We did the flooring today,” came his mumbled reply and it tells you everything you need to know. He'd been crawling over some wooden floor all day with his back bent and his knees hurting.

“On a positive note..” You said as you got up from the bed, gently rubbing his arm, ”..you now understand how I feel every time you do that thing.”

Somehow, there was both concern and amusement in his eyes as he looked at you, ”Do I make your knees hurt that bad, sugar?”

“You always kiss them better,” you reminded him gently as you started rubbing his back, searching for that one spot that always seemed to help him relax. When you did, he immediately let out a small sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping forward as he let you work your magic.

“Cmon old man, lie down.”

“Watch it,” he warned you in a low voice and if his back hadn't been killing him like this, you knew you would have jumped on the opportunity to tease him until he snapped. You had definitely been hoping for some of that tonight- but this situation clearly called for a different approach and you were content to find that you didn't mind. You wanted to take care of him, in whatever way he needed.

Joel did as told, still seeming a little hesitant as he lowered himself onto the bed, burying his face in the pillows, ''Y'know, it's really not that ba-” He cut himself off with another deep, relieved groan as you sat down on his butt and started massaging his shoulders. Your hands worked their way down his back, squeezing, pushing and massaging every muscle you could reach. You took your time, trying different techniques and occasionally mumbling soft praise into his direction. Joel slowly relaxed under your touch, which was to be as much allocated to your hands as to your mere presence.

After a good while, feeling like you'd hit every spot, you crawled off him, letting yourself fall into the covers beside him. You could hear him move next to you, turning slightly so that he was on his side, looking at you. He still seemed to move with some difficulty, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn't put too much strain on his back. Slowly, his hand wandered over to you, rough from all the work he did, so rough in comparison to your soft skin. He always felt like he wasn't worth that, like he was too hard for quiet, intimate moments like these.

But you sighed softly at his touch and, remembering the conversation in the kitchen, he slowly steered his hand up your body until it was cupping your ass, squeezing slightly. You gave a small whine, muffled by the pillow below you.

When Joel hooked his thumb into your pants for the second time this evening, you finally raised your head to glance at him. One look told you all you needed to know. He was propping himself up with one arm, bending his back at an awkward angle that could only mean he was still in pain.

As he looked at you expectantly, you brought your hand to his, resting it there for a moment. You aligned your fingers in an almost childish gesture, tracing each of his with yours, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling for a few more seconds before you finally hooked your hands together and pulled them off your hip, instead placing them on the bed. 

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at you, studying your face to see what was wrong.

You couldn't help but smile softly as you shook your head, ”We don't have to do this today.”

“But earlier you said-” He fell quiet when you squeezed his hand slightly, already sensing that you had your mind made up, ”I know what I said. But it doesn't matter that much.”

At that, Joel turned his hand so that he could cover yours with his palm, his eyes softening as he looked at you like you had just offered him the stars. It took him a moment to realize what it was that made him so emotional.

When you had first met, it had been quick. Before either of you had known what you were getting yourselves into, you had offered him your body and then your trust and later a place to call home. Someone to call home. Someone who would wait for him by the door, who would make sure he ate, who chased the bad thoughts away when they came charging for him at night.

Joel loved your body. As far as he was concerned, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But there was something different with you. This wasn't pure desire or attraction. This was kindness .

He had rarely known such kindness. Hell, he wasn't sure he deserved half of it. But it made him feel like he was the luckiest man in the world and he wasn't going to question that.

“You're thinking awfully hard over there, baby.” Your voice brought him back to reality and he sighed, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around your middle. ”Just- thank you,” he whispered and you shifted a bit, pulling him against your chest, your arms wrapped around him and your fingers gently caressing his back and you leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his head, burying your nose in his gray-streaked hair.

Meanwhile Joel's nose was buried in your shirt, his soft breath so close to your heart that you felt like if you just pulled him in a little more, his and your body would be joined, become one. Maybe this was how you had been molded all those years ago. His body, aching from carrying too many things and regrets and grief. His body, buried in your kindness. His tears, caught in your chest.

[viaoverthemoon]

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

I was happy to see some of you guys were as excited as me for this chapter. I couldn't wait to post it ahhh!!

I hope y'all are ready for some questions to be answered.

Why did Leon bed Lady Ada? Will you ever forgive him? How does Lady Ada feel about all this? I don't know guys... It feels like the King of Duevaula is hiding in the shadows...

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lady Ada shares a few words with you, leaving you with harsh words and feelings burning the tip of your tongue. Meanwhile, Leon recalls the night he spent with Lady Ada and plans a way to explain what had happened.

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy, coercion into sex, sa(??), abuse, violence, angst

Please be careful reading this if you're easily triggered by these things and still want to read.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Enjoy!

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The garden has always been your place of peace.

Flowers of all kinds lined in rows and rows of different shapes, colors, and patterns. Large, well-kept, luscious trees planted sporadically all around the space. Bushes shaped like bunnies, horses, and lions.

For once, your mind has a moment to rest after this horrible week.

You'd spent most of your days locked away in your rooms, ignoring everyone's attempts to coax you out.

Albeit, by the third day your mother had had enough.

She'd stormed into your chambers, demanding you to get out of your head for five minutes and think about how you're going to win the prince back.

And that had caused you to spiral even further.

You abandoned indoors and took to the gardens, seeking the comfort of fresh air and solitude.

So now you sit on a bench, embroidery the only thing keeping all of your screws from falling out.

Your concentration is so deep you don't even hear the footsteps nearing you.

"Your highness."

You instantly recognize the voice, hands pausing the delicate work as you slowly look up.

Lady Ada offers a curtsy, much less deep than the one she'd done for the King.

She doesn't respect you.

You take a deep breath, setting the embroidery aside. "Leave us."

The guards, save for Jill, leave immediately.

"Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

A smirk spreads across her red lips, posture straight as an arrow as she rests a hand on her small belly. "I merely seek conversation with the princess I am to coexist with."

You try not to sneer as she gracefully sits beside you on the bench. "Apologies, I'm sure you don't mind," Her proximity makes your skin burn. "My God, this pregnancy sure is doing a number on my feet."

Your fists ball, your eyes unable to hold hers. "I'm sure."

She seems to notice your anger, smiling in a way the Devil would approve of. "Surely your highness isn't intimidated by me... She wouldn't think that I could take her place-"

You stand, turning and looking down your nose at her in disgust. "It would do you well to remember your place, Lady Ada." You bend to grab your embroidery, pausing when your lips near her ear. "You may carry his baby, but you do not carry the other half of his crown. Always remember that."

And with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, Jill three paces behind you.

☆ Leon ☆

Read. Flip. Sign.

He can feel his gaze.

Read. Flip. Sign.

He sees him flinch in his peripheral.

Read. Flip. Sign.

He clears his throat.

"What are you waiting for?"

His posture straightens, avoiding eye contact as his chin angles high. "Permission to speak freely, your highness?"

Leon waves a hand. "You always have, Chris. Do not fear me now."

Chris, Leon's personal guard, sighs as his body relaxes. He steps closer to the desk and leans his hip on it. "Why don't you just tell her what happened?"

Leon gives him an obvious look, causing Chris to glare at him. "I know what the King said, but you love her. She loves you. I'm sure her highness will understand-"

"Loved."

...

"She loved me."

Chris scoffs. "Do not be ridiculous. You two spent years sneaking beyond your palace walls just to see each other and you're to tell me she just... stopped loving you?"

Leon exhales, dropping his pen and slumping in his chair.

He needed to think.

The effects of that night... The possibility of a bastard child...

A mistress.

It wasn't even him. He never wanted this. Never wanted her.

If only he'd stood his ground...

But now, it was too late.

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"Father... I can't. It wouldn't be right."

Dim candle light illuminates the chamber, casting a dark shadow over the King's face.

He'd never been the type of monarch that accepted the word 'no'. Anyone to do so were immediately thrown into the dungeon and left to starve to death or until they realized how much they needed their King.

"And why would it be wrong? A King is not tied to a woman, son. A woman is tied to a man. You need not hold yourself for her."

Leon shook his head. "I've promised myself to her. I will only bed Princess-"

His words are cut off by a hand around his neck.

His body is slammed into a nearby wall as the King towers over him. Tension builds as Leon fights for air, clawing at his father's hand. But he doesn't let go, heaving heavy breathes as he grits out his words. "Listen to me boy. I will not have a child in the body of a man for a son. You will not be a man until you have bed a woman."

Black shadows form in the corners of Leon's vision, breaths coming out in shortened gasps. But the King isn't done. "So make of your mind Leon. You either bed the woman I've set for you, or am I going to have to make an example of that pretty little princess of yours?"

Leon's eyes widen, shaking his head as best he could with the hand around his throat.

Not her. Anyone but her.

He doesn't have time to think about his decision, only worried about what he could do to you.

His answer comes out pathetic, a whisper that leads back to a broken heart. "I'll- do it-"

The King let's go instantly, inhaling deeply as his fist clenches. "Excellent."

He ignores Leon's coughs and gasps for air, clapping his hands. "Bring her in."

The doors open and the skirts of a deep red dress embroidered with black flowers flows gracefully into the room.

The woman drops deep into a curtsy and grins at the prince. "Hello, your highness."

That night was not one that Leon would ever forget. His father watched every second. Up until the end, after Lady Ada had been escorted out. After the lights had all dwindled and melted wax pooled at the bottom of candelabras. After Leon had wiped his tears and sat in the bed with slumped naked shoulders.

And then, The King stood from his chair to leave. But not without saying these words.

"You will not tell anyone. Not even your mother. If you do, you can kiss your princess goodbye." He'd placed a hand on Leon's shoulder.

"You are a man now. Congratulations, son."

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"Ouch! Nara Vella!"

Your sister grimaces and loosens her grip on your hair. "Oh, sorry (y/n)! I've been practicing but I just can't get this braid right..."

You sigh, gently taking the braid from her and demonstrating how it should be done. "Over, under, untangle. You can do it Nara, just repeat those actions."

She gives a determined nod and this time, completes the braid just as you showed her.

"I did it!" She places the braid over your shoulder so you can see it. "Do you like it?"

You hum, smiling gently. "I love it, little sister."

Nara Vella giggles, throwing her hands up in triumph.

A knock comes at your door. Jill's uncertain voice a moment later. "Prince Leon, Your highness."

You roll your eyes, undoing the braid and grabbing a hairbrush. "Tell him to leave, Jill."

Nara Vella's eyes dart between you and the door, wringing her hands to ease her uncomfortability. "Um, perhaps I should come back another time...-"

The door burst open.

You look in the reflection of the mirror, eyeing Leon as he struts in like a King.

"We need to talk, (Y/n)."

"No. I don't believe we do."

A tense silence falls over the room. The two of you glare at each other in the reflection, both waiting for the other to say something.

Nara Vella clears her throat, lifting her yellow skirts and giving Prince Leon a clumsy curtsy. "I will take my leave now... Your highness."

She leaves, only smiling awkwardly in your direction before practically running out of the room.

Jill frowns apologetically and closes the door to give you privacy.

You huff a breath, continuing to brush the braid from your hair. "I would appreciate if you'd stop forcing my guard to obey you."

He steps closer. "We need to talk."

You hum. "So you've said."

"I want you to listen to me."

"And I wanted to be your first."

Leon's expression falls, something close to guilt overcoming his features.

"Though I suppose we can't all get what we want."

You put down the brush and stand, walking forward until you're right in his face, looking up into his bright eyes. You try not to drown in the weight of his gaze."...Do you regret it?"

His eyes flash. "More than anything."

You lick your lips, forcing the burning tears away. "Then... why did you?"

He reaches for your hand, but you're quick to yank it away. His brows furrow, breaths hollow and desperate. "Are you willing to let me explain?"

Are you?

He waits for your answer, both breathing the other's air. Your lips are close enough to share a kiss, something you'd normally kill for...

But you aren't ready to get your heart broken again.

You inhale, about to give your answer.

But then you see it. In his eyes, a flicker.

Pain. Desperation. Worry. Fear.

Love.

You'd once told him his eyes were like oceans. And it didn't help that his emotions hid poorly within those seas.

You could read him like an open book. It really wasn't hard.

Before... You suppose you didn't want to know.

You answer.

"Yes."

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Words would never be enough to explain how you felt.

Horrified doesn't even begin to reach it.

You'd welcomed him into your arms as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, spilling the secrets that'd plagued his mind for years.

And by the time he's finished, you still can't get the disgusted look off your face. "Leon- That's-... I'm so-... Great Gods, I wish you'd told me earlier." You gently run your fingers through his hair. "I feel like such an ass. I'm so sorry for not hearing you out, my love."

You coax his head from your neck and hold his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You are a man. To me, and by definition. It wouldn't have mattered if you had bed a woman first or not. I will never see you any different." His eyes begin to water and his lip wobbles. "Your father, is a fool to see you any different."

Leon sighs, removing his hands from your hips and placing them over yours. "And... You still love me? Even though I didn't save myself for you?"

You shush him, brows furrowing. "Of course I do. That wasn't your decision." You look him deep in his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "It wasn't your fault."

His eyes close. "It wasn't my fault."

"It wasn't your fault."

Relief.

Relief so strong his shoulders slump and he nearly falls to his knees.

You're quick to catch him, sliding your arms under his and clinging to the back of his shirt.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as shuddered breaths pass from between his lips.

The truth will set you free.

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Did anyone see that coming? I know for a fact y'all didn't lmaoo

This isn't the end! We have 2 more chapters, me thinks.

Will Lady Ada continue to live in the Kingdom of Duevaula? Will anyone else ever know of the Kings harshness toward Prince Leon? How would the Queen react to such news? Do you still have the chance of becoming Queen?

See you next chapter!

-Via 💕

[brandogenius]

Any type of Jo comfort please xooooooo

i had a little fun with this one!! i apologise i wrote it in an hour

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - josette x masc! grumpy!reader - misunderstandings

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it was a long day. a long week, if you want to be specific. the tension around the house was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

tonight, you found yourself sleeping on the couch, huddled under blanket and makeshift pillows from hard cushions. the tension between you and jo was also not good. having been fighting non stop- continuously for three days straight. jo left and came back. you left and came back. jo asked for space, you respected that. opting to take the couch so your partner has the bedroom.

the couch wasn’t even comfy. spending now, three nights in the couch was giving you back pain. sleeping at awful angles.. that is, if you can get sleep. having been used to the comfort of sleeping with another body beside you. sleeping in the cold empty room was different.

both of you have resorted to the silent treatment. jo may be mad at you. you could remember very clearly the words ‘don’t speak to me right now’ coming from her lips and you respected it. tiptoeing around them, careful not to get in their way.

this argument was your fault, so it made sense for josette to be angry. you did start it first, unfortunately.

you just weren’t having a good day. stress and anxiety making you on edge. a migraine was settled in deep. nothing was going right. you needed some relief. you needed to go for a smoke.

you knew smoking was bad. having promised to stop smoking- a pinky promise to josette a couple months ago on a balcony in one of the hotels you both shared while muna was on tour. a small promise that jo thought was true and so did you. but it wasn’t genuine if you were out that night, three days ago, on the porch steps.

your plan was to quickly have a smoke, just to relax yourself while josette was having a shower. you must’ve lost track of time as the cigarette was snatched from your hand. the disappointed look from your lover staring down at you.

it all went downhill from then onwards. josettes disappointment and betrayal. your frustration and migraine making it worse. every syllable that came out of josettes mouth made your head ring.

you refused to think back on that situation from then on. saying words you didn’t mean while they said the same. it seemed like that broke a pipe.

it was three days ago and you were left wondering if josette was going to leave. every second of the day you hear small footsteps pottering around the house, wondering if the steps would go close to the door and not come back. if you’d watch your partner come down the stairs with a suitcase in hand and leave without a word.

josette needed space and you respected it. even if deep down you knew they wouldn’t leave. yet, you couldn’t trust yourself to believe that just yet.

it feels like the universe has truly decided to punish you further with the migraine that has settled in yet again. it was a different type of migraine. the thunder rumbling the sky was to blame. you were prone to headaches and migraines from thunder and lightning. it was something you didn’t like either

the sound of thunder and lightning scared you. as a young child, you’d run into your parents room and hide under the covers with them whilst the storm drifted away. the safety of being with another person made you feel more relaxed and less scared. who’s to say lighting won’t strike the house and strike you in the house?

it might seem like an impossible situation but it scared you. the loud noise of the thunder that booms through the house. that makes you jump and your blood run cold for a few seconds as your heart beat quickens up. you felt a lump form in your throat as you tried to clear it away. you knew what you wanted to do and you couldn’t.

what a normal situation would be when josette would pull you just a bit closer as you wrapped your arms around them, hiding your face in the crook of their neck. they’d run their hands up and down your back, whispering small praises in your ear.

“the thunder can’t get you baby.”

“it’ll be gone in a little while”

“just try and sleep”

that comfort was something you couldn’t afford at the moment. yet you so desperately wanted it. desperately wanted to hide yourself under the blankets, basking in the warmth of josette, cold arms wrapped around their frame as you hide from the loud noise.

before you knew it. you stood outside your shared bedroom. blanket wrapped around your shoulders, tightly. as if it was the only thing to shield you from the strikes of flashing lights that zoom across your eyes. the rain belts against the window, creating loud noises to distract you from your choked snd shaky breathing.

the lump in your throat seemed to be growing worse as your hand collides with the door. a small knock broke the silence, the tension wavering between both rooms. you heard no word. your hand fell down to the handle. quietly pushing it open as you knocked a bit louder this time.

there, under the blankets was josette. hee back was turned towards the door, seemingly to be laying on your side of the bed. your eyes adjusted to the darkness as you heard shuffling. your heart jumped into your throat as anxiety rose up into your stomach.

“what?” josettes voice could be heard. half asleep with the grogginess. they turned over to face you, flipping on the small light on the bedside table. jo sat up in the bed. a deep frown in their face as they stares back at you.

“what are you doing here?” maybe that stung a little, but you deserved it. you hurt josette, josette hurt you. you hurt yourself and this was your fault. shunned to the living room. what once was your shared room, didn’t feel very inviting.

“it’s four am. what’s wrong?” josettes voice dropped with sleepiness and a small tinge of concern. although you made them very pissed off the past three days, they can’t help but feel concerned. yes, you were stood in front of them, moving your weight from one leg to another, eyes puffy, stained with tears as your eyes scanned around the room, unable to meet josettes who were firmly placed on you.

“i’m sorry..”

that wasn’t one josette thought they’d hear at this hour. the small apology was foreign to their ears. hearing you sound so small and upset made something thug at their heart.

jo was exhausted. sleeping along was tiring and cold. this was a flaw of theirs that they didn’t take pride in. not wanting to own up to their mistakes just yet. opting to wanting alone time to form their thoughts. to figure out what to do and how to go about it.

hearing you apologise made them realise how..weird the last three days were. on one hand, jo was grateful you respected their boundaries and gave them space. but josette didn’t think you’d give them this much space.

josette was perfectly fine.. with sharing a bed with you. it was you who didn’t want to share the bed. that was what josette thought.

a misunderstanding the two didn’t understand yet. too worried to ask the other to come to bed in fear they’d say no.

looking back, it sounds a bit stupid now.

“i’m sorry too” josette spoke out before she could think. a flash of thunder broke through right after they spoke. they watched as you flinched. josette understood why you knocked now.

“come here” you watched as josette opened the blankets. an open invitation for you to join them in the bed. you didn’t need to think twice, quickly running over and jumping in.

“god, you’re fucking cold” josette mumbled, wrapping her arms around you, pulling the duvet up more.

“well, that’s what sleeping on the couch is like”

“you didn’t need to sleep on the couch, though” josette frowned, leaning down to stare at you. your faces right beside each other on the pillows.

“you wanted space. i assumed that meant in the bedroom too.” you closed your eyes, shivering as goosebumps littered your arms. jo’s warm hands ran up and down your back, trying to warm you up.

“that was for one day-“

“how was i supposed to know” there was a small sniffle. josette opened their eyes, watching a small tear slip down readers tightly closed eyes. she wiped away the tears with the pad of their thumb.

“you’re a bit of an idiot. i thought you’d come to bed that night. you didn’t, so i thought you were angry with me so i gave you space”

“i thought you were still angry with me so i gave you space”

“well, it seems like we’re both idiots then” jo moved positions, opting to lay flat on their back. bringing you closer to lay your head on their chest. this was one of the unspoken things. if you decided to be little spoon for the night, nobody said anything in the morning.

josette ran her hands through your hair, playing with some strands as they sighed.

“i’m sorry if i blew up on you. i know you probably were struggling. i must’ve made it worse, huh?”

“i shouldn’t have ever broken the promise about the cigarettes. i just.. wasnt doing very well and needed some relief.”

“you could’ve come to me.”

“i know..”

another strike of thunder came along with a flash of lightning. jo gripped onto you tighter, leaning their head to the side to kiss the crown of your head.

“promise you’ll come to me if you need anything. and you’ll mean it this time?”

“yeah- i promise” you leaned up and placed a kiss on josettes lips. they smiled into the kiss, breaking away shortly.

“try and get some sleep. we can talk more about this tomorrow”

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I know who you pretend I am

Loki x Female Reader (Thor x reader)

18+ | contains character death, mourning, smut, angst - it’s literally like 3 in the morning but I just had this idea and HAD to get it out so I could sleep peacefully 😂 apologies in advance for my grammar or anything, it’s late.

“It should have been you.” You wept, tears blurring your vision as you stormed towards Loki, digging your finger into his chest. “It should have been you.” You continued to cry, your fists clenching before you nudged him backwards, Loki unwavering as you took your frustrations out on him. It should have been him, he agreed. Given the chance he would have switched places with Thor, he had so much more to live for, he had you and now you were alone, he was alone. “You promised” you sniffled against Loki’s chest, his hand ghosting your back as he contemplated whether you’d find the gesture comforting or smoldering if he was to place it there “you said he’d come back safe.” You almost whispered, your cries silent now as your shoulders shook. Making his mind up, Loki placed his hand on your back, pulling you into him as he fought down his own emotions allowing you to grieve.

It wasn’t long before you grew tired, body limp in Loki’s grip as he supported you, almost carrying you to your bedroom. Once you both reached, he pulled the duvet back, stepping away from you as you got into the bed. Standing at the door, Loki’s gaze lingered on you for a moment as he imagined how you’d cope from now on. He knew you felt alone now but he was certain you weren’t. He promised he’d look after you, regardless of how much you pushed him away; it was his final promise to his brother and he was intent on keeping this one.

Going into his own room, Loki almost collapsed onto his bed as the emotions he had been keeping down began bubbling to the surface. When it first happened, he felt shocked, angered, an anger that turned into a bloodbath of revenge as he took it from every hopeless soul that stood in his way before coming face to face with the one who took Thor’s life. He brought death to the wicked creature slowly, leisurely, the act almost making him smile as he began to feel relief before it dissipated. He had gotten his revenge but Thor was still dead. At least he’d be able to tell you that Thor’s death had been avenged. He knew you wouldn’t ask straight away but the question would come eventually, now he’d be able to tell you exactly how he got his revenge. For now, he could all but cry and keep his promise to Thor.

“Promise me you will not leave her.”

“Thor I—”

“Brother, promise me you’ll look after her.”

“I promise.”

The next day came however you didn’t move. You remained still, in bed, silent tears running down your cheeks as you begged to be awoken from this nightmare. You didn’t speak, nor did you the next day, or the next. By the end of the week, your voice was hoarse as you told a concerned Loki to leave you alone.

The following week was a little bit kinder to you. The sun shone for what felt like the first time, warming your cheeks and covering them with a new sensation, hope. You stood up and walked towards the window allowing more of the sun to stroke your face. You smiled, it was almost painful, the muscles in your face not remembering the gesture. Just as you were about to close your eyes and bask in the yellow glow, the door knocked.

“Can I come in?” Loki spoke from outside, holding a tray of food like he had been doing the past two weeks however this time, you allowed him in. Loki pushed the door open, gaze focused on your bedside table where he sat the tray down before realising you weren't in bed. Glancing up, he saw you standing at the window, eyes closed as the sun cast an ethereal glow around you. Cautiously he approached you, unable to stop the small smile that formed on his lips as he saw your face. He realised he had almost forgotten what you looked like, it had been so long since he had seen you. The mission he embarked on with Thor was a long one and the only time he saw your face when he came back was when there was fury and desolation painted across it unlike now. Now he was looking at a different you, a healed you, a new you. He could see the sadness lurking beneath your smile, the heartbreak, the woe but he could also see the determination of your tense body trying to keep those emotions at bay.

“It’s a nice day.” You spoke, the first normal sentence you had said in what felt like forever.

“Yes.” Loki agreed, turning his focus to outside as he stood next to you.

“I think I’m going to take a walk.” You said evenly, opening your eyes and glancing at Loki who had his eyes closed.

“I could come with you, if you’d like.” He suggested, unsure of how you’d respond. A thick silence settled between you both as Loki awaited your answer. You wanted to say no, you wanted to hate him, blame him, hit him but you knew he mourned too. You could hear him sometimes, in the silence of the night, sleep plagued with terror before he’d wake up gasping or more painfully, calling out for Thor. It was those times you remembered that you may have lost your beau but Loki had lost his brother. He was hurting too. No doubt feeling alone too. So you said yes and soon, the two of you went on a walk.

The walk was quiet, both of you silent as you wandered through the local park letting the sun coat your skin. It felt nice to be outside. The sound of people around you drew you out of the recluse part of your mind and you let yourself forget about your own life for a moment as you focused instead on the sound of laughter. It was blissful. You were content in this new reality until Loki quickly spun you around causing you to snap back to reality.

“Let’s go this way.” He insisted.

“What are you doing?” You huffed, moving out of his grip and turning around before you were met by a large poster advertising Rogers which was seemingly a new musical. You instantly teared up as you looked at the depiction of Thor, Loki placing his hand on your shoulder. “Stop!” You snapped, moving out of his grip and towards the poster. Reaching it, you ran your fingers across his name as tears began brimming in the corners of your eyes.

“Y/n I’m sorry.” Loki apologised, standing next to you.

“It’s not your fault” you replied, Loki’s eyes rounding as he heard your words. He knew you only meant the poster but it was comforting nonetheless. “None of it is your fault.” You added, Loki’s gaze turning to yours as he heard you. He couldn’t help himself as his lip began to tremble before he cleared his throat, composing himself. “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you.”

“You don’t need to apologise.” He insisted.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered, turning to face him as a tear rolled down your cheek “I just—I miss him and I feel so alone.”

“Y/n” Loki began, wiping the tear from your cheek “you are not alone.” He insisted, pulling you against him as he hugged you and for once since it happened, you didn’t feel alone.

The next few months were slow as you and Loki began building a friendship, seeking company in one another’s presence. Occasionally he’d cook and the two of you would eat together. The first time was awkward, neither of you knowing what to say but now it was almost routine. You began looking forward to dinner with Loki.

More months passed and the both of you grew more comfortable around eachother in the sense that neither of you hid your emotions anymore. There were times you woke up in a good mood and others you woke up feeling as if Thor had just been taken away from you. Those mornings, the teary ones, Loki was always there to calm you, to reassure you, to hold you. You returned the favour, aiding him at night when he’d awake gasping for air. You’d sometimes tell him a short story about something you had experienced, he liked those, they soothed him. Both of you often shared your memories about Thor, both of you finding solace in them.

As it approached the anniversary of Thor’s death, the two of you grew quiet again, neither of you wanting to face the fact that it had been a whole year without him. You almost felt guilty remembering all the times you had smiled since his passing, the times you had laughed, the short moments where you had forgotten him all together and allowed yourself to simply exist. They made you feel peccant. You knew Loki felt the same; he stopped cooking, he stopped speaking to you. You missed him. Before, it seemed impossible to live in the same place as someone and to almost forget their face yet that’s how you felt about Loki, you had forgotten his face, his smile, his warming company. You had to fix this so you decided you’d cook for a change.

Smelling something burning from his room, Loki quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbing the fire blanket and tossing it over the small fire you had started on the stove.

“I’m such an idiot” you scolded yourself “I just wanted to make something for us to eat but I’ve ruined it.” You continued. Loki could tell you were growing very upset.

“Calm down.” He tried to soothe you.

“No!” You exclaimed, throwing the utensil you had in your hand at the wall “I just wanted to—to surprise you. I wanted us to eat together and n—now I’ve—” you stuttered, beginning to cry.

“Its okay” Loki smiled, holding your cheeks in his hands as he got your attention “how about I clean up and you can order food?” He suggested.

“Where have you been Loki?” You murmured, looking into his eyes “I’ve missed you, where have you been?”

“I’ve been right here.” He answered.

“No” you sniveled, “you haven’t.”

Loki had to blink back his own tears as he looked down at you, you looked so forlorn, he had abandoned you. He had unknowingly pushed you away so much and he regretted it, deeply.

“Loki” you uttered “I need you.”

Your words reverberated through his body as he tried to process the meaning behind them. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning into you, pressing his lips softly against yours. He hated himself, he knew that you were going to push him backwards and maybe even slap him or at least he thought you would. He was shocked when you pulled away for a moment before standing on your tiptoes and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands found your back as he pulled you against him, deepening the kiss. Your hands flew up to his hair, running your fingers through the tame, obsidian tendrils causing Loki to almost shiver. You felt perfect underneath his hands. Pushing you backwards, Loki sat you on the dining table, standing between your legs as he continued kissing you. His lips ventured to your neck, your chin tilting up towards the ceiling granting him further access as he pulled at your shirt, wanting to kiss more of your skin.

His lips met yours again with a newfound ferocity as your fingers worked his belt buckle before undoing it. Loki pushed your legs further apart as you lifted your skirt after pulling your panties down your legs. He was quick with pulling his cock out of his boxers and guiding it straight to your moist centre.

Both of you exhaled as he pushed inside, your tight walls clenching around him already; it had been so long. He moved in and out of you at a steady pace, both of you reveling in the feeling of something as habitual as sex. Your eyes were closed tightly, Loki’s were open. He regarded you with laudation in his eyes, it made him feel iniquitous. He had to stop himself from moaning your name as your hands found his back, traveling underneath his shirt where your nails drew harsh lines. Your legs wrapped around his, holding him in place, inviting him further inside. In this moment, for the first time, he felt whole. You completed him.

“Fuckk” you moaned, Loki speeding his thrusts as he heard you. You sounded seraphic in this moment. “Right theree” you mewled, nails digging into his shoulders; it was a thrilling pain “just like that” he was certain your voice alone could drive him to completion “Thorrr” you whimpered, your voice sounding unmelodious to him now.

Your eyes flew open as you realised your blunder. Your gaze met Loki’s as he paused his movements.

“I’m sor—” you began.

“No, I’m sorry” he quickly apologised, pulling out of you “I got carried away.”

“Loki wait.” You called after him, pulling your skirt down as you stood. “Don’t leave me.” You added worriedly causing Loki to stop in his tracks.

“Y/n, you’ve always got me.” He assured, turning around to face you. “Just not like that” he added quietly “it was too soon, I’m sorry.” He apologised again before leaving you standing horrified in the middle of the kitchen.

Loki’s in his Mitski era 🥺

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Prosaic Introductions: Innocent Perspectives (Dottore x Reader)

A part two of my Prosaic Introductions drabble, this time in the point of view of the reader! It can be read as a stand alone though, but you’re missing out on some juicy context without part one. This has been highly requested for some time, so I hope everyone enjoys :3

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: none

Dottore was by far the strangest man you ever had the pleasure of meeting. His presence brought a chill to any room he stepped into, maintaining a hard distance from anyone and everyone, and he never took off that weird mask. You wondered if he wore it for some medical reason or if perhaps he was self conscious of the top half of his face. Nonetheless, you still could somehow tell whenever his eyes would bore into you with an intensity that could probably put Archons to shame.

On the outside, the Harbinger seemed entirely unapproachable, even dangerous, and yet you found yourself being drawn in by him. Perhaps you were merely a moth drawn to the flame, or more accurately, the fly caught in his web, but you found yourself always throwing caution to the wind when it came to him.

It had been a few weeks since Dottore had given you a cryptic response about making time to see you after he helped chase away a belligerent idiot, something that you found more attractive than was probably morally acceptable. You would go days at a time without seeing the man and wonder if he had gotten busy or simply grown bored of you when he would pop back into your life, like he somehow read your mind and knew you wanted to see him. Given the nature of his role as a Harbinger, part of you wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow could read your mind, but given that he still interacted with you it was reasonable to conclude that he couldn’t read your thoughts. At least, not the embarrassing ones, which in your opinion were the only ones that mattered in this case.

Now you found yourself aimlessly wandering the streets of the market you always preferred to shop at with the tall, cold man in tow. He crept like a shadow as he idly followed you, seemingly wholly content with walking by your side in complete silence.

“So…what was it that brought you to the market today? Did you need more supplies for your research?” You asked politely, taking the opportunity to cast a quick glance at the Harbinger.

The corner of his mouth tapered up ever so slightly, so subtle that you almost wondered if you imagined it as he spoke, “I was not in need of supplies today, (Y/N). I came for other reasons.”

Getting a straight answer out of Dottore was almost like pulling teeth; he seemed to relish in your confusion, a fact which would have been extremely irritating if it was anyone else, but with him it was almost like trying to solve a complicated puzzle, one that you felt like you would feel very rewarded in solving.

You positioned yourself in front of him, walking backwards so that you could continue to face him as you grinned, “What’s the reason you came today then, hm?”

The attempt at being a little flirty was brought to a swift end by your own clumsiness as your back hit a shop’s shelf, making you give a small grunt at the feeling. A piece of pottery on the top shelf rattled at the force, rolling its way to the edge before it dropped off the side, falling swiftly towards your head. You barely had time to react before Dottore swiftly moved closer to you, catching the vase with one hand as he looked at you with what you could only assume to be an amused expression.

“It’s certainly quite fascinating how you’ve managed to survive this long,” Dottore spoke with a hint of mirth in his voice as he gently put the vase back, “You seem to be insistent on getting into all kinds of trouble that requires my intervention.”

The shop keeper, having heard the commotion, stormed up to chastise you both, but upon realizing who you were with, they turned pale and immediately spun on their heels and headed in the opposite direction. Dottore smirked in a way that you were convinced was his way of saying ‘See? I told you so’.

“Well, it’s not my fault you make yourself so dependable,” You teased, but you could feel your face flushing a little bit in embarrassment at your blunder, “At any rate, you still haven’t told me why you’re here. Doesn’t a Harbinger have more pressing matters to attend to than following me around?”

“Perhaps,” He smiled, showing his sharp teeth for a moment as both of you began to aimlessly walk together once more, “But I am here despite my obligations to the Tsaritsa.”

You didn’t know whether to be flattered or concerned that the Doctor seemed to be playing hooky with his duties to Snezhnaya, and it didn’t escape your notice that he continued to dance around your question.

Before you could press again, Dottore gave another cryptic answer, “You could say that I’m actively participating in collecting data for research as we speak.”

You gave him an incredulous look, not believing that he was doing anything even remotely close to research. He didn’t even have a notebook or anything, so what could he possibly be researching?

“And what is it that the Doctor is researching this time? Surely it’s something so spectacular that you don’t have to run any tests or take notes,” You replied with a small laugh, believing him to just be testing you to see how gullible you were.

“You,” Dottore said simply, not even casting a glance in your direction, as though it was the most normal response in the world.

…Huh?

You found your next words leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself, “Is that your way of asking me on a date?”

Dottore stopped in his tracks, making you nearly stumble as you stopped mid-gait as you looked at him. He stared at you intently, or at least you assumed so behind his mask. The damn thing kept you from being able to figure out what was going through his head at the moment. Was he shocked? Angry? Embarrassed? You had no clue. All you knew was that he was staring at you like his life depended on it, not moving a muscle.

“A date,” Dottore slowly repeated, more as a statement than a question.

You swallowed hard, clamming up as you worried that you somehow offended the man in front of you. Perhaps it was presumptuous to assume he was even attracted to your gender, let alone you as an individual.

“U-Um, nevermind, it was…I was just-“ You struggled to come up with a reasonable explanation for what you had said that wasn’t just writing it off as a bad joke, but you were drawing a blank.

Then Dottore gave a small chuckle, his arms crossing over his chest as he replied in an amused tone, “You mean a date as in a romantic outing, do you not?”

Archons, you would give anything to die on the spot right now.

“If you’re into that,” You answered, cringing internally at your own wishy-washy response. Why did you have to dig yourself into an even deeper hole?

The silence was dreadful, and you could only stand there and shift awkwardly as Dottore stared you down through his mask. You wish he would say something, anything, if only to break the tense silence. At this point, you wouldn’t even care if he laughed at you if it meant getting past this awkward moment.

“How amusing,” The Harbinger smirked as he stepped closer to you, making you snap out of your internal lamenting of your awkwardness, “Fine then, we shall go on a date, (Y/N). I believe this could produce quite interesting results.”

You gaped at him for a moment before blinking a few times, “Y-You’re serious? You’ll take me on a date?”

You couldn’t believe you had gotten this far with a man who terrified entire nations. At one point you had convinced yourself he was entirely aromantic and asexual with how little he seemed interested in your average interpersonal relationships. Yet here he was, this stoic, indifferent man was agreeing to go on a date with you. If it were anyone else, you would have assumed they agreed as a joke, but Dottore didn’t seem like the type of man to agree to such a thing on mere humor alone.

“I believe you’ll see just how serious I am very soon,” Dottore spoke with a smug look, “Don’t tell me that you’re trying to back out now, hm? It would be a great disappointment to miss this opportunity.”

There was a certain tone in his voice that felt…slightly detached, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. Considering the man was inherently detached from those around him, you simply wrote it off as just his usual cold mannerisms seeping through.

“No, I’m definitely not backing out,” You insisted, your cheeks heating up a little as you looked at him, “So…when will you take me on a date then?”

Dottore hummed at your response, clearly entertained at your embarrassed state, “I believe I’ll leave that as a surprise. Wouldn’t want to ruin all the fun, now would we?”

Before you could protest at how ridiculous that was, Dottore already started walking off, waving to you over his shoulder as he spoke, “Until next time, (Y/N). I look forward to our date.”

“I- Wait, you can’t just- Are you even listening to me?” You called out to him, but it was clear that he had no intention of returning to the conversation as he disappeared into the crowd. If that man didn’t interest you so much, you would have cursed him out by now with how often he left you puzzled and confused at his actions, you were sure of it. With an exasperated sigh, you began walking back home, but there was a bit of a spring in your step that wasn’t there previously. Dottore was a strange man indeed, but perhaps that meant you were even stranger for seeking his affections.

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Impasse

A/N: This piece was done in conjunction with @xianyoon for their Extreme Bias Game.

Genre: Angst

Summary: You and Lyney have been inseparable for years. But when an acceptance letter arrives for you from the Sumeru Akademiya, both of you need to have a talk.

Word Count: 1,282

"Lyney," you call out.

Lyney finished talking to his assistant and turned towards you with a bright smile. "Hm?"

"We need to talk."

Lyney's eyes widened. His bright smile faded. His face fixes itself into a serious expression. Lyney nods, and waves his hand towards the nearby backstage door.

Both of you exit the venue. You spot a small clearing in the distance and decide to walk there for your talk. It was far enough away from the backdoor of the stage that you wouldn't be overheard.

You had to do this today. You had no choice. If you didn't do it now, you might not ever get the chance to.

You take a deep breath and face him. "Lyney, I'm leaving."

Lyney freezes. "What?"

You ball up your hands into fists. The tops of your nails into the palm of your hand. Using the pain of the nails, you force the words out.

"I received an offer to study at the Akademiya. I submitted one of the mechanisms I made for your show. The trip I told you about, remember?"

"I remember." Lyney sighed. "You said you had an interview with someone from the Ksharewar Darshan. After you came home from the interview, you were so nervous. You didn't know if you did well enough to be accepted."

Lyney grabbed your hand and kissed it. "Congratulations. I knew you could do it."

You blushed at his actions. "I just got my acceptance letter in the mail. But they want me to move to Sumeru City soon."

"How soon?" said Lyney.

"Like next week soon."

"Next week?!" Lyney's jaw dropped.

You quickly answered him.

"Don't worry," you say, reassuringly. "I scheduled the move right after you finish your show next week."

For the next few moments, neither you nor Lyney spoke a word. The seriousness of the situation and its implications dawned on the two of you. You could see exactly where this conversation had to go, and you didn't like it.

You whispered, "But we… have to talk about us."

Lyney stayed silent. He looked down away from your gaze. You knew he was listening, but it made your heart hurt.

You looked in the direction you came from. You saw the tiny white door far away in the distance. You thought of all the people behind that door like Lynette and the assistants for his troupe. Prior to the Akademiya's acceptance letter, you had already thought about what you would say to Lyney if you got in. But you didn't think it would be this hard.

You saw the storm brewing in Lyney's eyes. "Lyney, I know what you're going to do. And I want you to stop right there."

Lyney's head snapped up to look at you. "What?! Why?!"

"Because I know what you're going to propose. You're going to say, 'I can move with you.'"

Lyney fired back. "I can!"

You raised your voice and stared him straight in the eyes. "No, you can't!"

It was rare for you to talk back to Lyney like this. Rarely did you and Lyney fight. But when you did, you hated it. But this was different. You knew this was a conversation you both needed to have. It was important. You couldn't back down. Not here. Not now.

You needed to stop him before he did something he would regret.

Lyney's life was in Fontaine. His family. His sister. The orphanage. They were all in Fontaine.

Dating Lyney, you knew family came first for him. He often spoke to you about how family was all he had when he was growing up - how Lynette was the only one he had. He talked about how he owed everything he had now to his family: to "Father", to Lynette, and to Freminet. You understood that despite the two of you dating, you are second to his family. It wasn't something you took offense to - it was the truth, after all.

"Lyney!" you shout.

You look at him straight in the eyes. There's a burning sensation in your chest. You narrow your eyes at him as you continue.

"Do you hear yourself?!" Your voice gets louder. "I thought you were smarter than this! You can't uproot your life in Fontaine for me! Are you going to leave your troupe behind? Freminet? Lynette? The children in the orphanage? If you leave, what happens to them?"

"That's-" Lyney recoils and steps back from you.

You walk towards him to close the distance between you two. You speak slowly, evenly, and choose your next words deliberately. "Listen to me, Lyney. If you move with me to Sumeru City, I'll never forgive you."

You watch as Lyney flinches at your rebuke. He seems to crumble before your eyes. You watched the hurt etch itself into his face. It was jarring for you to see Lyney like this - silent, sad, and hurt.

Whenever you saw Lyney, he always seemed larger than life. Even when people would try to heckle him at his shows, Lyney always had a witty comeback. He could navigate most situation with practiced ease and grace.

But not this situation.

You knew Lyney got protective over his family. You saw it play out over and over again. You saw it in he interacted with Lynette and Freminet, and how he did his best to provide for the children in the orphanage. There was even a point where Lyney started getting protective over you, jumping in to correct the record from the Fontanian Aristocrats that would spread unfounded rumors about the two of you.

You knew that by telling him about your acceptance, you were essentially making him choose between you and his family in Fontaine. You knew that if Lyney was left to his own devices, he would try to make it so he could do both, even if he had to spread himself so thin, that he would break.

You couldn't bear to watch him do that to himself.

Your voice is soft when you start speaking again.

"Lyney, I won't ask you to move to Sumeru City for me. I care about you too much to have you do that. Your family is here. Your career is here. I can't have you give that up."

Lyney's face fell. His response to you was equally as soft. "So what would you have me do? You're part of my family too."

You felt the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You lower your head to avoid his gaze. You had the feeling that if you saw those violet eyes, you would start crying. You couldn't cry. Not yet.

"Write to me. Visit me. But I don't want you to stop living after I leave. I want Lyney and Lynette's magic show to be so famous, I hear about it all the way from Sumeru."

You didn't know your body was shaking until you felt arms wrap around your waist. You looked down and saw the familiar black and white color pattern you were familiar with. You were scared to look up. If you saw Lyney's violet eyes, you wouldn't be able to keep it together.

You saw Lyney's face enter your field of vision. You turned away. Lyney turned you around so that your face was buried in his shoulders. Lyney placed a hand on the back of your head, and started to stroke your hair. You felt him burying his face into your shoulders.

Love is all about sacrifice. For it to work, both parties need to sacrifice something. But in this case, neither of you want the other to sacrifice their dreams.

Both of you are at an impasse.

[adrealucia]

New Beginnings

tags: post Blood Brothers ending, Sean Diaz x Reader, might contain smut in future chapters, lots of fluff, romantic fluff, overall just fucking wholesome, obviously mentions Daniel quite often, sfw in the beginning, maybe nsfw in the future idk, definitely slow burn

chapter summary: a well-deserved day off at the beach, a movie night, and flirty banter hihi

Chapter five

The morning sun shines brightly, casting a warm, golden light over the small town. The storm's aftermath has brought clear skies and a gentle breeze, making it a perfect day to relax. Sean, Daniel, and you decide to take a well-deserved break at the beach right behind the Diaz house.

With beach towels, a cooler full of snacks, and plenty of sunscreen in hand, you make your way down the sandy path. The sound of waves crashing against the shore is soothing, and the salty sea breeze invigorates your senses.

“This was a great idea,” you say, glancing at Sean. “We all needed a day off.”

Sean grins, adjusting the strap of the cooler on his shoulder. “Yeah, it’s been a busy week. Time to unwind.”

Daniel runs ahead, his excitement palpable. “Come on, slowpokes! The water’s calling my name!” 

You laugh, picking up your pace to keep up with him. “Alright, alright, we’re coming!”

Sean spreads out the towels while Daniel dives straight into the waves, his laughter echoing across the shore. You sit down, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. Slowly you begin to gently coat your arms and legs, but reaching for your back seems to be a bit difficult. 

“You need any help with that?” Sean asks, his tone casual but his eyes playful.

You bite your lip, a little nervous but mostly excited. “Actually, yeah. Could you get my back?”

“Of course,” he says, taking the sunscreen from your hand. You turn around, lifting your hair out of the way. His hands are warm as he applies the lotion, his touch firm but gentle.

As Sean works the sunscreen into your shoulders, his fingers start to massage the tense muscles. “Your shoulders are a bit tense,” he remarks, his voice low and soothing.

You laugh softly, feeling the tension melt away under his skilled touch. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re working hard.”

Sean’s hands linger, the massage turning into a slow, rhythmic kneading that sends pleasant shivers down your spine. “Well, you deserve a break. Just relax.”

You close your eyes, savoring the moment. “This feels amazing. Thank you.”

Sean chuckles softly, continuing the massage for a few more moments before finishing with the sunscreen. “There you go. All set.”

“Thanks,” you say, turning to face him. “I’ll get yours next.”

He smirks, handing you the bottle. “I’m all yours.”

You apply the sunscreen to Sean’s back, your fingers tracing the defined muscles under his skin. The closeness between you is electric, each touch filled with unspoken promises. When you’re done, you move to sit beside him on the towel, the sun warming your skin.

“Want to go for a swim?” you suggest, glancing at the sparkling water.

“Sure,” Sean agrees. “Race you to the water?”

“You’re on,” you say, jumping up and sprinting towards the waves.

Sean quickly catches up, his longer strides giving him an advantage. You both laugh as you splash into the water, the coolness a refreshing contrast to the hot sun. Daniel joins in, and soon the three of you are playing a lively game of catch with a beach ball, the carefree atmosphere infectious.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Sean comments, throwing the ball at you with a grin.

You catch it effortlessly. “What can I say? I have hidden talents.”

“Oh, really? What other talents are you hiding?” Sean teases, swimming closer.

You laugh, splashing him playfully. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

Sean’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “I just might.”

After a while, you all retreat to the shore, panting and laughing. You lie down on the towels to dry off, the sun soothing your skin.

“This is perfect,” you say, closing your eyes and letting the warmth seep into your bones.

Sean lies next to you, propping himself up on one elbow. “Yeah, it really is. Sometimes you need to take a step back and just enjoy the moment.”

Daniel, still buzzing with energy, starts building a sandcastle nearby. You watch him for a while, admiring his creativity and enthusiasm.

“Hey, Sean,” you say, turning to face him. “Thanks for today. I really needed this.”

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Me too. It’s nice to just relax and have fun.”

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both soak up the sun. After a while, you sit up and reach for the cooler, pulling out some snacks.

“Hungry?” you ask, offering Sean a sandwich.

“Starving,” he replies, taking it with a grateful nod. “Thanks.”

You eat together, the easy conversation flowing between bites. The chemistry between you and Sean is undeniable, the playful banter and shared smiles creating a bond that feels natural and strong.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?” you ask, lying back down and stretching out.

“Well,” Sean says, glancing over at Daniel’s sandcastle, “we could help Daniel build the ultimate sandcastle. Or we could just keep lounging here, soaking up the sun.”

“Both sound good to me,” you say, smiling.

Sean grins, his eyes sparkling. “How about we start with the sandcastle? I think Daniel could use some expert help.”

You laugh. “Alright, let’s do it.”

The three of you spend the rest of the afternoon building an elaborate sandcastle, complete with towers, moats, and even a drawbridge. Daniel’s imagination runs wild, and you and Sean happily follow his lead, adding your own creative touches.

“Check this out,” you say, molding a tiny seashell into one of the castle’s turrets. “A little decoration.”

Daniel beams. “That’s awesome! This is going to be the best sandcastle ever.”

Sean nods, clearly impressed. “Definitely. We should take a picture when it’s done.”

As the sun starts to set, casting a golden glow over the beach, you step back to admire your handiwork.

“Not bad,” Sean says, wiping the sand off his hands. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Definitely,” you agree, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “This was a great day.”

Daniel runs up, his face beaming with pride. “Thanks for helping, guys. This is the best sandcastle ever!”

“We’re glad you had fun,” Sean says, ruffling his brother’s hair. “Now, how about we head back and see if Mrs. Perez has any leftovers for dinner?”

“Sounds good to me,” you say, gathering up your things.

As you walk back to the Diaz house, the day’s memories fill you with a warm sense of belonging. The easy camaraderie with Sean and Daniel, the playful flirtation, and the shared moments of joy all contribute to a deepening bond that you cherish more with each passing day.

“We’re glad you had fun,” Sean says, ruffling his brother’s hair. “Now, how about we head back and cook something up together?”

“Sounds good to me,” you say, gathering up your things.

As you walk back to the Diaz house, the day’s memories fill you with a warm sense of belonging. The easy camaraderie with Sean and Daniel, the playful flirtation, and the shared moments of joy all contribute to a deepening bond that you cherish more with each passing day.

Back at the house, you, Sean, and Daniel head to the kitchen. The aroma of the sea still lingers in the air, and the kitchen becomes a lively hub of activity.

“Alright, what should we make?” Sean asks, rummaging through the pantry.

“I was thinking we could make some tacos,” you suggest, pulling out fresh vegetables and tortillas. “Something quick and easy.”

“Sounds perfect,” Sean agrees. “And I’ll handle the grilling.”

Daniel, always eager to help, starts chopping vegetables. “Can I be in charge of the toppings?”

“Definitely,” you say, handing him a knife and some cucumbers. “We’ll make a taco bar.”

As you work together, the kitchen fills with laughter and friendly banter. Sean moves around with practiced ease, his energy is contagious. You steal glances at him, enjoying the easy camaraderie that has developed between you.

“Hey, can you pass me that bowl?” Sean asks, leaning over the counter.

You hand him the bowl, your fingers brushing against his. “You’re getting pretty good at this cooking thing.”

Sean grins, his eyes twinkling. “Well, I’ve had a lot of practice. But I think I might have found my new favorite sous-chef.”

You laugh, enjoying the flirtatious tone in his voice. “Is that so? Maybe I should take it as a compliment.”

Sean’s gaze lingers on you. “Definitely take it as a compliment. I’m a pretty good judge of talent.”

The cooking continues with playful teasing and shared jokes. Daniel, between his chopping and arranging, occasionally throws in his own witty comments, making the kitchen atmosphere light and fun.

As the meal nears completion, Sean and you set the table while Daniel prepares a fresh salsa. The tacos turn out delicious, and everyone enjoys the fruits of your labor.

The evening settles in, and the Diaz house transforms into a cozy haven for movie night. Sean and Daniel are in the living room, setting up the space with blankets and pillows. The aroma of freshly popped popcorn fills the air, and the soft glow of a few lamps creates a warm ambiance.

“Alright, everything’s set,” Sean announces, plopping down on the couch and stretching his legs out. “What’s our movie pick tonight?”

You walk in, carrying a bowl of popcorn and a couple of soda cans. “How about a classic comedy? Something that’ll keep us laughing.”

Daniel, already curled up on one end of the couch, looks up with enthusiasm. “Sounds great! I love a good laugh.”

Sean grins, giving you a playful look. “You know, you have a knack for picking the perfect movie. I’m starting to think you might be a movie night expert.”

You laugh, settling down next to him and passing the popcorn bowl. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Sean takes a handful of popcorn and nudges you playfully. “Just trying to keep up with the expert.”

The movie starts, and the room fills with the sound of light-hearted humor. The three of you sink into the comfort of the couch, the shared laughter making the atmosphere feel even more relaxed.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself leaning closer to Sean, enjoying the warmth of his presence. The playful banter between you two continues, with occasional exchanges of glances and smiles that speak volumes.

In a particularly funny scene, you burst into laughter, almost spilling the popcorn. Sean catches a few kernels that fall, his hand brushing against yours as he retrieves them.

“Careful there,” Sean says with a mischievous smile. “I might have to start wearing a bib if you keep laughing like that.”

You nudge him gently. “Hey, I can’t help it if the movie’s hilarious.”

Sean’s gaze lingers on you, his eyes soft and appreciative. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s more fun with you here.”

You feel a warm flutter at his words. “I’m enjoying it too. And not just because of the movie.”

Sean’s smile widens, and he moves a little closer. “Oh? And why’s that?”

You meet his gaze, feeling a playful spark. “Because I get to spend time with you.”

Sean’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Flattery again, huh? I think you’re trying to get on my good side.”

“Maybe,” you say with a wink. “Or maybe I just enjoy your company.”

As the movie progresses, Daniel chimes in with his own commentary. “Hey, look at that!” he says, pointing at a particularly funny scene. “That reminds me of when Sean tried to dance at last year’s party. You remember that, right?”

Sean throws a playful glare at Daniel. “Oh, come on. That was one time, and it was supposed to be a surprise!”

You laugh, giving Sean a teasing look. “I’d love to hear more about this dancing adventure.”

Daniel grins, clearly enjoying the chance to tease his brother. “Well, let’s just say, Sean’s moves were… unique. He had the whole party laughing, including himself.”

Sean rolls his eyes but can’t suppress a grin. “Alright, alright. I admit it was a bit embarrassing. But in my defense, I was trying to impress someone.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? Who was this lucky person?”

Sean’s smile widens as he looks at you. “Let’s just say I was trying to impress someone who made me feel like dancing.”

You meet his gaze, a playful spark in your eye. “Oh, well, I’m sure they were impressed.”

Daniel, catching on to the flirtatious exchange, chimes in with a teasing tone. “Yeah, and it seems like you never stop with trying to impress someone. You’re doing a pretty good job.”

Sean looks at Daniel with a mock stern expression. “Oh, you’re on thin ice, mister. Watch it.”

Daniel laughs, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Just saying. It’s nice to see you two getting along so well.”

The movie continues, and the room is filled with laughter and light-hearted comments. Occasionally, Daniel adds his own humorous remarks, making the evening even more enjoyable.

As the movie draws to a close, you notice that Daniel has drifted off to sleep, his head resting against the arm of the couch. Sean gently adjusts the blanket over him, making sure he’s comfortable.

You watch the scene with a soft smile, feeling a sense of contentment. Sean notices your gaze and turns to you with a tender expression.

“Everything okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, your heart feeling warm. “Yeah, everything’s perfect. Thanks for making tonight so special.”

Sean’s smile is gentle, his eyes reflecting the same warmth you feel. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s been a great day.”

The movie credits roll and the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the closeness between you palpable. Sean reaches over, taking your hand in his.

“This might have been my favorite movie night ever,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

You squeeze his hand, feeling a rush of affection. “Mine too. I’m really glad we’re doing this together.”

Sean’s gaze is steady and full of promise. “Me too.”

As the evening winds down, you and Sean find yourselves sitting closer, your hands intertwined. The warmth of the moment wraps around you, making it feel like the perfect end to a day filled with laughter and connection.

When it’s time to say goodnight, Sean walks you to the door, his hand lingering on yours.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say, feeling a mix of gratitude and anticipation.

Sean’s eyes sparkle with affection. “Anytime. I’m looking forward to more nights like this.”

You smile, feeling a sense of excitement about the future. “Me too. Goodnight, Sean.”

“Goodnight,” he replies softly, giving you a lingering look before you head out.

As you drive home, the day’s events replay in your mind, each moment with Sean and Daniel adding to a growing sense of closeness and possibility. The connection between you feels stronger than ever, setting the stage for new and exciting adventures ahead.

authors note: honestly the more chapters I write for this story the more emotional I get :( I am so so so happy to receive all your good feedback and I am really glad yall like this fic so much, it really motivates me to keep writing <333

[the-al-chemist]

Tango for Tongues

A/N: For @hphm-ship-week’s prompt “Dance”. Excuse the gross title. This is a Diego story.

Warnings: a would-be teenage lothario, awkward kisses, a plot twist…

Spring had sprung. The nights were getting lighter, the frost had thawed, and the first flowers were starting to bloom. But the warmer weather and longer days were not the talk on anyone’s tongue at the castle. No, the students at Hogwarts had only one thing on their minds: the upcoming Celestial Ball.

With Ball Fever taking the castle by storm, Diego Caplan had seen a unique opportunity arise. It turned out that Jae Kim was not the only wizard in his year with entrepreneurial spirit, for Diego had managed to make a small fortune in the last few weeks. While Jae had been brewing beautification potion — or at least stewing something that could pass for beautification potion — Diego had been giving his female classmates private lessons on his specialist subject.

Kissing.

And he was something of an specialist, if he did say so himself. He had kissed more girls than any of the other boys in his year group. A Sickle a lesson was a fair price to pay for such a level of expertise. Clearly, the girls thought so. He was fully booked until next Thursday.

His next client was due to arrive at any moment: Belladonna Beauchamp. Hers was not a name that Diego recognised, and as he waited for her to arrive, Diego found himself hoping that she was decent looking — not that he wouldn’t give her a quality service if she wasn’t, of course. Thankfully, when the door opened, in walked a remarkably pretty girl with blonde hair and brown eyes, dressed in a Ravenclaw uniform. She was rather petite, and not overly familiar looking. Probably a third year.

“Hi, are you Diego?” she asked.

“I certainly am. Belladonna?”

Belladonna nodded, her hair tumbling around her shoulders as she did. Diego held his hand out towards the chair opposite him, and she took it. As she handed him a single silver coin, he took a better look at her face. Her skin was so clear it almost seemed to glow, and her lips were so full that Diego was surprised that no one would have kissed her before.

“Are you nervous?” he asked. She giggled slightly.

“Um, a little. We’ve played spin the bottle in my dormitory a few times, if you could imagine that...”

Diego could definitely imagine that. In fact, it was only the sound of someone coughing in the corridor outside that distracted him from imagining that.

“But I’ve never kissed a boy before, not properly,” continued Belladonna. “This will be my first real kiss.”

“Well, there’s nothing to be worried about,” Diego reassured her. “Kissing is very simple, as long as you don’t overthink it. It’s like dancing — just trust your instincts and follow a lead. That’s where I come in. I’ll lead, you follow. Ready?”

Belladonna nodded her head, and ever so slowly, Diego leaned in and kissed her. She returned his kiss, her lips closed. She was not bad, especially for a relative beginner, and he told her so once he had pulled away.

“How do you feel about trying again, with tongues this time?”

“Hmm…” Belladonna’s teeth grazed her bottom lip for a moment before she smiled, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. “Oh, go on then.”

This time, when Diego kissed her, she did not only kiss him back, but she did so passionately. It was like a tango between them, and he wasn’t even sure that he was the one leading anymore. By the time her hands came to rest on either side of his face, he was so lost in the kiss that he almost forgot that he was supposed to be teaching her — not that she needed much instruction.

“Are you sure you’ve never… UGH!”

As he pulled away to ask his question and opened his eyes, Diego was filled with revulsion. If it weren’t for her hands holding him still, he would have recoiled from Belladonna.

Except it wasn’t Belladonna that was sitting with him anymore.

Gone were the bouncy blonde waves and chocolate-brown eyes, the peachy skin and full, tempting lips. Belladonna’s face had grown sallow, her nose crooked, her hair black and lank and greasy. This wasn’t Belladonna.

This was Professor Snape.

As Diego swore and retched, Snape doubled over laughing, cackling and snorting. He screwed up his face and it changed again, becoming heart-shaped, framed by a shock of raspberry-pink hair.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Diego half-shouted. “Tonks!”

Outside the door, a second peal of laughter sounded, and in walked Tulip Karasu. Tonks winked at her.

“Told you it would be worth lending me your spare uniform.”

Tulip smirked. “Yes, you were correct. That was fantastic.”

“But, really, Diego?” Tonks sighed. “I can’t believe you fell for it again.”

Neither could Diego. He hadn’t believed it last time, or the five times before that. He scowled at the pair of them, both now almost breathless with laughter.

“Haven’t you run out of Sickles yet?” he grumbled.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Clearly bored of him, the girls left the room, arm-in-arm. Before the door shut behind them, Tonks turned back around and blew him a kiss. “Until next time, lover boy.”

There would not be a next time. Diego would make sure of that. He shuddered as he looked at the chair Tonks had left vacant.

Perhaps he ought to just give dancing lessons instead.