#lucius trying to be a good dad

[daddiesdrarryy]

Lucius: Draco, I know we didn't go over this particular type of partnering when we had the talk, which is on me for making assumptions. But since you’re dating Harry Potter, I feel like I need to say it.

Draco: Okay…

Lucius: I just want to make sure you know you need to cast protection charm if you’re having anal intercourse with him.

Draco: Oh, my god!

Lucius: And we can—we can talk about other kind of charms you need to know, and…and if you’re bottoming, then you need to prepare yourself with cleaning charms. I—I heard there are adult toys too, and be careful when you do those activities—

Draco: You are ridiculous! I cannot believe you’re giving me the talk, Father! Stop talking about toys!

Lucius: It’s not that bad, son! When I was your age, I did all sorts of experiments—

Draco: I am leaving!

Narcissa: Stop scaring your son, Lucius.

[miryum]

An arranged marriage with James Potter

Something had happened over the summer that made James Potter the most love-sick fool in all of Hogwarts. Purebloods being purebloods, it wasn’t uncommon for children to be paired up early on to secure the bloodline. While this happened mostly between the old-arching Slytherin families, an example being Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, every once in a while, the other houses would participate too. 

Such was the case with James Potter and Y/n L/n. The L/n’s had spanned generations, stretching back to even the Gaunt’s time. But, such as the Gaunt family, the L/n family had run into some bad luck. Stocks didn’t go the way they wanted or something of the sort and now they were in ruining trouble. 

Euphemia Potter was usually one to scoff at arranged marriages, wanting the children to find love for themselves, blood status be damned. However, the L/n’s were good friends of hers and James had written home multiple times about their daughter. From his letters, it seemed as if the two were already dating. It was a perfect coincidence. Euphemia and Fleamont agreed instantly, lifting the weight of a thousand bricks off of the patriarch of the L/n household. 

However, James and Y/n were not dating. Much to James’ annoyance, the only thing between them was his unrequited infatuation towards Y/n. 

So that’s where the pair found themselves at the beginning of seventh year. Y/n L/n trying to fly under the radar and not draw any attention to herself or the new ring on her finger, and James Potter doing everything in his power to show off their relationship and spoil her in front of everyone. 

It began at the start of the year feast. James had an arm around Y/n’s shoulder the entire time. When a third year nervously asked if the two were dating, staring reverently up at James, the boy grinned and looked to Y/n. “I don’t know, love, are we?”

Y/n pushed James’ arm off her shoulder and indelicately said, “no. Take him.” The third year blushed and mumbled their way out of the conversation as James clutched his wounded heart.

During classes, James would loudly correct the professors from Miss. L/n to Mrs. Potter. It earned him wry smiles from McGonagall and Sprout, chuckles from Slughorn and Flitwick, and a cold glare from Y/n. The students all looked a bit confused whenever this happened, but chalked it up to the usual antics of James Potter. 

In the courtyard or by the Black Lake, James would lay his head on Y/n’s lap, even if she pushed him off or was sitting with her knees up. There were roses on her bed and notes in her bag and it got to the point where Y/n didn’t even question how James had snuck into her dorm. 

If Y/n ever went to Hogsmead, James was sure to follow. No matter what she bought, he would pay for. Even if she got frustrated, he would slip the galleons up onto the counter, grinning at the cashier. He wanted to show her that he could provide for her and give her a nice home. As she would walk from shop to shop, he would point out colours of shops, saying, “oh, that would be a good colour for our bathroom. Look at that little cuckoo clock! Y/n, we have to get it.”

He would follow wherever she went, asking what seemed like meaningless questions. Have you ever had any pets? Do you like the country or city better? Any aspirations for your career? What’s a place you always wanted to visit? Y/n thought nothing of it, but to James, her answers were slowly sculpting his future. Would she want a dog or a cat in our home? Where should our house be? I would like the country so our kids could run around more, but we can easily make the city work if she wants. Should I be a stay-at-home dad? Or could we juggle two careers? Where should our honeymoon be? 

Quidditch games were no better, because after every goal the chaser scored – and he scored a lot – he would look to the stands, find his fiancée, and blow her a kiss. Before every match, one of his spare jerseys would be laid out on her bed, a small note attached, begging her to wear it. She never did and he always gave her a pout when he realised it. And God forbid she didn’t go to the games. Once, she had been studying for an upcoming exam and hadn’t been able to make it. James had thrown a fit. Sirius had to drag him away from Madame Hooch before he secured an entire year of detention, but the boy still refused to get in the air. Madame Hooch threatened to start the game and make Gryffindor play a catcher down, but thankfully Remus and Peter had just found Y/n and dragged her to the pitch. The moment James saw her, he beamed and kicked off, broom now in the air. They had ended up winning. James spent the afterparty with his head on Y/n’s lap, arms reaching up to encircle her waist. He continuously reminded her how awful it would’ve been if she hadn’t shown up and only shut up when she began running her fingers through his hair.

And every night, no matter if he went to bed first or she did, James would always go over to Y/n and give her a soft kiss on the forehead and a whispered, “sweet dreams.” No matter where she was, this became a daily occurance in Y/n’s life. At first, she tried to avoid it by sneaking off to the library whenever James began yawning and tossing around the idea of going to bed. But he would find her. She tried the kitchens, hoping he didn’t think to look for her there. But he would find her. She tried being in a group with her friends, in animated conversations. But he would weave his way through the group, step in front of her, and still say goodnight. It was like he had this magical map that told him where she was at all times. It was bloody infuriating. 

Much to James’ dismay, no progress seemed to be made. At least she was staying faithful to her fiancé, the Marauders reassured him as James griped and moaned. He would sling himself onto a common room chair, conveniently in the earshot of his dearest. Y/n would just roll her eyes. 

The majority of Hogwarts didn’t know what to do with them. The girls would swoon when they heard the new thing James Potter had come up with to woo Y/n L/n. The boys would huff and grumble about needing to step up their own game when it came to their girlfriends. James was setting the bar too high. The teachers would sit around, taking time to sip a well-deserved drink, as they complained how if L/n didn’t soon see the boy that was right in front of her, helpless to his love, then Potter was going to have a breakdown.

Yet, Y/n continued to push him away. James could be patient. He had been waiting practically seven years – he could wait a little more, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt whenever she brushed him off. She could’ve said no to the engagement. She could’ve punched or hexed him. It didn’t seem like she truly hated him, more like she was embarrassed and tired of him. 

“I don’t get it,” James said finally one night. He laid out on his bed, long limbs stretching over the place as Peter and Sirius played Exploding Snap on the floor. 

Remus was reading on his own bed. The werewolf sighed, knowing where this was going. “What don’t you get, Prongs?” 

“Why doesn’t Y/n like me?” James murmured, looking at his friends with large, hurt eyes. 

“Mate,” Sirius said. One of the cards exploded, making Peter flinch. “Listen. She likes you, yeah? How else are you able to get close to her? I swear, you were practically on top of her a couple days ago.” He scoffed and laid down a card. 

James groaned loudly and exclaimed, “but I’ve tried everything! Hell, we’re literally engaged! I can’t go through an entire marriage like this. Especially not with the woman I love.”

Peter piped up, smiling sincerely at James. “Hey, I’m sure she’ll realise it soon enough. I think she loves you back. She’s just scared.”

“But I’m me!” James shouted out. “I’m not scary!” He looked around wildly at his friends. “Am I?” he asked pathetically.

“I think if you have to ask if you’re scary,” Remus pointed out, “then you’re not scary.”

Sirius grinned. “Excellent point, as always, Moony.”

Remus sighed and gave James a pointed look. “Perhaps, the best thing to do is talk to her. Since she is your future wife, after all.” 

“I do talk to her!” James argued. “I ask her about her day and tell her about our pranks. She- she responds. She’s very sweet, you know, but she never shows any affection.”

“Maybe you’re pressuring her,” Peter commented. “By being all lovey-dovey. You could try being her friend first?”

James didn’t think he could do that. He already thought of Y/n as his wife. He already thought of her as one of his best friends. But what else could he do to get her to feel the same way?

The next week, James took Peter’s words into consideration. Instead of leaving flowers in her dorm, James asked if he could join her in the library for a study session. Instead of blowing her kisses during Quidditch games, he just waved. Instead of envisioning their future, he focused on the present. 

It wasn’t until three weeks had passed that James noticed the results. Y/n began coming to him with some questions on schoolwork. Y/n waved back at Quidditch games, shooting him a thumbs up in encouragement. Y/n wouldn’t fiddle with her engagement ring nervously, as if worried someone would spot it. 

The girl noticed her changed behaviour too. On a random Thursday, when James came to kiss her goodnight, she paused her conversation and whispered back, “sleep well,” angling her body so he wouldn’t have to reach as far to kiss her temple. Soon after, she excused herself from her friends, flustered. Y/n paced around her dorm, twisting the ring back and forth. 

A knock came at the door. “Hey,” James murmured as he pushed open the door. “Are you okay?”

Y/n turned to face him. “You actually care about me, don’t you?” she whispered. 

James couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course,” he replied. “Why on earth would you think otherwise?”

She shrugged. “It seemed fake, you know? Like this one big prank to single me out. But then you actually seemed excited and willing to marry me, James. Marriage. This is the rest of our lives and we haven’t even kissed!”

James cracked a smirk. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I can fix that really easily.”

“But you think you’re in this for the long run?” Y/n asked desperately. “For- for the fights? The late nights? The chores? And we haven’t even talked if we want kids or not!”

“Love,” he interrupted her spiral. “Have you thought about the waking up every morning in my arms? The dancing in the kitchen for no reason? The anniversary dinners where I profess my love over and over again?” He stepped forward, placing his warm hands on her arms soothingly. “And if you want, I would love to have mini replicas of us running around, waking us up in the middle of the night because of a night terror. I would love for them to disrupt our dancing in the kitchen by demanding they want to dance too. And I would love for them to groan when they see me being all sappy towards my wife.”

How could any girl say no when James Potter was standing before her, promising her endless devotion? The kiss was slow, James’ lips slowly moving against hers. He revelled in the warmth of her body and how her head tilted to him as he cupped her cheek gently. All short and lovely and sweet, the kisses were exactly how James had dreamed. 

The couple parted and the boy stared down at her. His finger went up to brush her bottom lip before murmuring, “will you marry me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

[deaddovediner]

Dirty Little Secret (!dad Lucius Malfoy x !daughter reader)

warnings/triggers: Incest, Fingering, Sex, Creampie, Choking, Daddy kink, Just overall filth once again.

word count: 2011

anon request-

Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

You were at Hogwarts all day and there wasn't much to do since it was getting near to one of the breaks where you could finally go home. It was a boring day, except at potion brewing class, Snape decided to subtract points from the Slytherins because you and Fred were causing trouble, as always. 

After classes you went to the girls dorm and started packing your stuff, it was only two days left till the break. Draco said he was already done packing and that you should most definetly start packing sooner or later cause dad will hear about it if not. So with a big sigh you grabbed one of your luggages and sorted out what you can already pack in there. Hours passed and everyone in your room filled in, a few girls packing, others chatting, exchanging the newest rumors and giggling. Gladly after some time you were done with most of the packing and only left out what you needed for these two days ahead.

The days flew by and a few blinks later those two days were gone and you were in a wagon with Draco on the train back to home. Draco was a pain in the ass the whole trip, but you grew up to bear him, he's not the brother everyone would like to have, yet he has his own advantages, which means advantages for you, too.

"Can you just shut the fuck up for once? Someone's trying to sleep here, if you haven't noticed." You point to yourself as you lay on one side of the wagon. You make a mental note to never again agree to be in the same wagon as your brother, or you'll eventually kill eachother.

"I will never understand why dad loves you better- but fine, I'll keep my thoughts to myself. You're no fun." He finally turned away and took out a book to read, you closed your eyes and let yourself float to sleep. However that comment Draco made about you and dad made you smirk before you finally gave in to the slumber.

~~^^~~

When you woke the train already arrived and so you grabbed your bag and luggages then went to search for Lucius, your dad. He was standing near the train station, Draco by his side. They looked so alike, the white blond hair you also had and the green eyes, it was impossible to think otherwise. Lucius waved at you and it made you smile; you always loved your dad. He was the best, well, with you.

The two of you had a secret relationship besides all the family drama, sometimes the two of you would meet up in his office to blow off some steam and forget life for an hour or two. It was always consensual but that doesn't mean it wasn't kinky, you still called him dad or even daddy just to remind him of what you two are doing. He would react wild to it and you loved that, even just at the thought, you were getting wet.

"Hi dad! I missed you-" You walked up and greeted him, along with a small peck on the cheek, 'stay innocent- for now.' your thoughts drifting to those good times, you can't wait for them to be reality again, but you'll have to wait, you can't just french him in public, so you kept those naughty thoughts at bay.

Every minute, second that went by seemed like hours. Once you arrived at the malfoy mansion it was like stepping through the gates of heaven, you let out a sigh and inhaled the smell of your childhood, it was beautiful for one second, of course Draco had to come and ruin it.

"What are you doing shit head?! Are you going to stand there all day? If so let me just hang my clothes on you-"

"Draco Malfoy! Leave your sister alone, I'm sure she's tired from the long ride and does not want to hear you running your mouth. Go to your room, pack out, then go ask your mother if there is anything you could help with, she was whining all week that she needs a man around the house when I'm at work. Be useful for once-" Lucius interrupted him and you couldn't help but grin at Draco, it was a satisfactory to not be under his control whatsoever since dad would keep him away from you. You were his little girl, his everything and Draco knew, not about the sex though.

Draco left to do as he was told and you didn't wanted to waste a single other second, so you practically threw yourself at Lucius. Your hands all over him while kissing, there was hunger in that kiss, he wanted this just as much as you did. It was beautiful, to be so vulnerable and open to him, at last he pulled away from the passionate kiss.

"Darling~ We don't want anyone to see us... Go wait for me in my office, dad will come in a few minutes- be ready for me, sweetheart." A little pout made him smile but you didn't whine and did as you were told.

His office was just as it always was, messy yet sorted through. Your panties were already soaked, needy for daddy's dick. Impatience took over you so you sat in his chair and undressed into lingerie, a few fingers massaging the wet fabric of your panties. You didn't notice when Lucius came into the room, but while you were touching yourself you felt him kiss your neck from behind the chair. A small shiver went down your spine at the thought of him watching you masturbating in his chair.

"Keep going sweetie- I love seeing you like this, so needy, so beautiful for dad..." He whispered into your ear and went back to devouring your neck, placing soft and fierce kisses everywhere. A small moan left your mouth without noticing, the only thing you noticed was that his hand was now helping yours to find the pleasure you were aching for.

His hand slipped into your panty and you made a guttural moan, your body jerking towards his hand by reflex. His other hand coming up to cover over your mouth, muffled moans against his calloused hand were the only sound besides the sloppy sounds of him fingering you. You could feel his breath against you ear as he stood behind the chair.

"Come for me, I know you're almost there, I can feel the way you cling to my fingers-" You didn't need more, but just to make sure you will come, he curled his fingers just right. A single tear slid down your face at the pure pleasure and he licked it off of your face. You rode out the rest of the orgasm, aftershocks hitting you here and there.

"Good girl- now, I need you to give me your safe word, the usual." He praised in that sweet tone.

"Morsmordre. Don't worry dad, I'm sure we'll not have to use it- I've been thinking about this for the last week. No one fucks as good as you do, daddy."  Your voice is breathy, still affected from the orgasm, but he nodded and smirked at you.

"Lay on the table, your back should be to me, let me see that ass." Without further ado you obeyed him, you lay there on his office table, stomach against it and legs apart. "You're so beautiful, my little girl."

He didn't warn you before intruding your pussy, a yelp of both pain and pleasure came out of you but you held your place. He grabbed your hands and put them behind your back, clutching them together with one hand of his as he started to move in you. So you were plastered against the desk, his cock moving in and out of you slowly at first but each thrust became harder and faster. 

"Ah- fuck me dad! Ahm-" Words were hard to form when it felt so good to be under him this way. He didn't needed to be told twice though, and kept up with his pace, his hand sometimes spanking your ass, the sting compensating with the amount of pleasure he's making you feel. The way his hard cock draws out from deep inside you only to be thrusted back again, and again. It's like heaven and hell at the same time, his rough touch besides the fullfiling feeling of getting fucked, like the angels and devils made this sensation too good to be true.

"I heard you are a trouble maker at school. I should punish you for that-" He let go of your clasped hands and pulled out of you before you could reach your orgasm. You whined and stood from the table turning around.

"Snape hates me- I swear I wasn't doing that much trouble."

"That much? So you were causing some trouble, you're a naughty daughter. Dad must punish you now." And with that he picked you up into his arms, your legs went around his torso and you could feel his hard dick between the two of you.

"You will not get to come until you promise me to be a good girl in school!" He positioned himself to your wet opening and thrusted back in, a yelp of pleasure left you but it got cut off cause he wrapped a hand around your throat to keep you silenced. "For now, you'll have some time to think about it..." His other hand was cupping your ass to keep you on him. Your hand ran through his soft and long white-blond hair, he kept thrusting in and out of you, each time hitting that sweet and soft spot that made you shudder; but he never made enough friction to make you cum, just like he said.

He completely cut off your circulation and only let you gasp in precious air so much. It was all too much yet not enough at the same time. A few sloppy minutes passed like that after you nodded viciously, too needy to think about anything else then to finally cum again. He let go of your throat and waited for your answer.

"I-" Thrust. "Promise," Thrust. "to be" Thrust. "a good girl." That was all he needed to hear and he kissed you harsh. The hand that was on your throat before making a descend to circle against your clit, he knew how you liked it, soft and slowly a complete opposite as to how he's fucking you.

Your body needed nothing more to succumb to the pleasure he was denying you of before. Not long after you turned to nothing less but liquid he filled you up with his own fluids. The two of you staying in that position for some seconds, calming down from the pure ecstasy. 

He pulled out of you and not even a second after his semen started dripping out of you, making you smile. With a soft kiss on your forehead he let go of you and opened his drawer, the one that was for the two of you, it always had a few towels and toys, it's like a little secret drawer, full of fun things. 

Lucius went into the adjoined bathroom and came back with a now wet towel, it was cute that each time you two had sex, he cleaned you up and made sure that you're okay. Now was no different either, the wet towel made a soft contact with your skin and it made you tremble just a bit, the sensation so much different from the earlier minutes. With a long relaxed sigh you let him take care of you.

"I love you dad. Thank you." Once he was done cleaning both himself and you, you hugged him. No one knows how good of a dad he is but you, and that made you both sad and happy. Sad because no one will give him credit for being so good to you, and happy because he was all yours, and this was your small little dirty secret. He hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

"I love you too, sweetie."

[sanguineterrain]

hi sanne!!! my mind has been rotting with assistant!reader x dick, and i literally can’t get it out 😭. i'm in love with your writing and reblog everything! thank you so much, have a great day!!

cute idea! I gave it a little twist ;) hope u enjoy!

dick grayson x gn!assistant!reader. flirting, secret identities, sparring.

****

Bruce Wayne is evasive on a good day and downright invisible on a bad one.

So when you see him down the hallway from his office, attempting to escape without being caught, you nearly trip on your feet trying to catch him.

"Mr. Wayne!"

His shoulders rise with tension. You pity the guy, you really do. Being a gazillionaire is tough.

"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne, Sharon has been hounding me about the charity dinner. Please, if you could just go to this one dinner... you haven't been to an event all month."

And you're getting the brunt of it from all of WE's clients.

Bruce turns, his smile looking more like a grimace. "Hn. Hello. A dinner? I was sure I had a shareholder meeting that day—"

"All month? B, what happened to the two event minimum? That's your rule."

The new voice comes from behind you. Dick Grayson walks down the hallway, wearing jeans that probably cost as much as your monthly rent.

"Mr. Grayson," you say, nodding primly. "How are you?"

You shift the files in your hands as they start to slip. Dick is quick to catch them, balancing the stack.

"We've been through this," he says with a smile. "You know you can call me Dick."

Yes, you've been through this. Every time Dick shows up to Wayne Enterprises, he tells you to call him by his first name. And every time after that, you call him Mr. Grayson.

"Right..." you say, taking back the files. You turn to Bruce. "Mr. Wayne, if you would just consider the dinner..."

Dick gives Bruce a severe look. "B, this is ridiculous. You're such a stickler for rules and yet—"

"Oh, look at the time." Bruce scoots past you and Dick. "I've got that meeting with Lucius. Where does the day go? Please tell Sharon I'll get back to her."

You can't understand how a guy whose biggest exertion is made by playing tennis at the country club can slip through your fingers so fast. He's around the corner before you can blink. You sigh.

"Don't worry," Dick says. "I'll get him to go. And I'll get one of my siblings to tag along to make sure he doesn't duck out early."

You smile briefly. "I'd appreciate that, Mr. Grayson."

"Dick. So!" He trails behind you as you make your way back to your office. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Working."

"O-kay..." Dick jogs ahead to hold the door open for you. You push through, trying not to frown. "What about tomorrow night?"

You toss your scarf on the hook. It ends up on the floor. You ignore it.

"Still working."

"How 'bout I ask B to give you the day off then?"

Now it's your turn to give a severe look. "If you're implying that I'd be obligated to go out with you in return for a day off, you've completely misjudged my character, Mr. Grayson."

"Whoa, okay." He holds up his hands. "You're right, that didn't come out right. How about I get him to give you a day off, no strings attached?"

You dump your files and sit at your desk. "That's at your discretion."

"Hey." Dick leans on your desk, puppy eyes at full power. "Maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Did I do something that put you off? I'd like you to tell me if I have. I hope the fact that I'm Bruce's son isn't stopping you from being honest."

You put down your pen and look at him. "Look. You seem like a nice guy, and you're handsome with a rich dad to boot. But I'm just not available, okay? You're looking for someone to go to Tahiti with. I respect that. But I'm not that person. I'm just not interested in that."

"You think I'm handsome?"

You sigh and open your laptop.

"Right! Sorry. Not the point." Dick sinks into a crouch next to you. He pulls the oddest poses sometimes, like he's made of rubber bands. "Okay. You're not looking for a trip to Tahiti. Got it. I don't take many vacations anyway. So how about having a friend?"

"And why would you want to be my friend? I'm just some assistant."

"Well, I..." Dick scratches his neck. "I like you. Is that so hard to believe?"

Very. But okay. You can throw him a bone.

"I guess not," you say.

Dick frowns. "You don't believe me."

How does he do that?

"Can I please get back to work?" you ask, only a little worried about being rude. "I'm sorry, I'm just very busy."

His face falls briefly before he stands and nods.

"Of course. No problem. I'll see you around? And I'll get B to go to that dinner."

"Thank you."

You don't notice his lingering looks, or the fact that he picks up your scarf and places it on the hook on his way out.

****

3...17...64.

The safe clicks. You smirk. Easy peasy. The hotshots always use their own birthdays for combinations. Predictable. You bet Bruce Wayne does the same.

It's a blessing that you were able to duck out early today. Bruce gave you the rest of the afternoon off. You suspect that was due to some outside meddling.

You take out the files from D.A. Colson's safe. You always say that if crooked district attorneys don't want their documents stolen, they shouldn't put them where anybody can find them.

...Maybe you were too harsh with Dick. He's sweet, no doubt. It was nice of him to get you off early. But you kind of feel like he'd take issue with the fact that you spend your weeknights breaking and entering.

"You know, cracking safes is already Catwoman's shtick," a voice says behind you. "You might wanna find a new gimmick."

A thrill shoots through you. You toss your head as you turn, leaning against the open safe.

"Catwoman steals diamonds." You hold up the documents. "I just steal files. And make a few edits."

"That's extremely illegal. Those files belong to the district attorney," Nightwing says, crossing his arms.

"The dirty district attorney," you correct.

"I'm supposed to let you off on a technicality?" He sounds amused.

Your shrug one shoulder, a little coy. "You could. I hear you're the nice one."

He laughs. Nightwing has a pretty smile. It's the first thing you'd noticed about him.

"Oh, yeah? Anything else you've heard?"

"Plenty. But I'm in a bit of a hurry tonight, Wing. As much as I enjoy our little chats..."

You dart to the window. Nightwing easily blocks your exit.

You're not quite sure what overtakes you when you run into Nightwing. Ignoring the fact that he manages to be the one to chase you almost every time (and what a chase it is), there's a tension between you. Or maybe it's just one-sided on your part. It certainly doesn't help that he's got a nice smile and bouncy hair.

"You know I can't let you go," he says, hands on his hips. "Put it down."

And he's extremely good at what he does.

"Make me," you say.

He never uses his escrima sticks, which you know is a courtesy to you. But that doesn't mean you can't hold your own.

"Alright," Nightwing says, smirking slightly.

He takes three steps, blocks your immediate kick, and takes the documents.

Something swoops in your belly. You kind of get why Catwoman exclusively fights Batman. Once you go bat, you never go back.

"Got them," he says cheerily. "Now what?"

You throw a glass bird tchotchke at him from Colson's desk. He catches it with his free hand, but it's enough of a distraction for you to slide into his legs. Nightwing stumbles less than you would like, but you push him down against the desk.

He grunts as he hits the wood, then rolls you over in the next breath, hands catching your wrists.

"Stealing... makes you no better... than Colson," he says, hair falling over his mask. All of him is pretty, really. It's too bad he's so firmly on the blind side of justice. You're trying to help the little people. Batman and his merry band of do-gooders have always been too focused on the small stuff.

"If these documents are buried, Colson will win his case and hide his own crimes in the process. Is that what you want? Another crook in court?" you ask.

Nightwing frowns. "You know that's not fair. We can't falsify evidence for the sake of putting Colson behind bars. IF we pick and choose whose lives to play with, what gives us the right to carry out justice?"

"I dunno, Wing," you say, a little breathless. Nightwing's hips are politely shifted off of yours, chest to yours. "Seeing you go rogue would be kind of exciting."

You can tell he's glaring at you. "Not in your dreams."

"Been in my dreams, have you?"

You gain enough leverage to push Nightwing off of you. He's back on you immediately, trapping you against the wall.

"How is doing something like this not crooked?" he asks.

You scoff. "It's for charity. I'm donating residents to the county jail."

You twist in Nightwing's hold and land a kick. In the three seconds he's distracted, you grab the documents. No sooner do you do that does Nightwing tackle you.

"I can do this all night," he says, knee wedged between your legs. "Might as well yield."

"Yield? You're not even playing at your full strength, hotshot."

He smiles. "No, I'm playing nice."

You roll your eyes. "Well, play fair."

And then you land a knee into Nightwing's stomach, roll, and jump out of the window.

Your tuck and roll isn't the worst but it's not the best. Especially when Nightwing neatly lands a few feet away without a wince.

"Showoff," you say.

"Give me the documents," he says. "I want to put Colson away, too. But this isn't how to do it. He's still a civilian, and his clients' lives matter."

You get up and wobble on a loose brick on the edge. Stupid historical buildings.

You're desperate. If he keeps this up, you're bound to land yourself a night in the police station and lose the documents.

So you dust yourself off. And you stop. Right at the edge of the roof.

"Okay," you say.

Nightwing takes a careful step forward. "Okay?"

You toss the documents to him. He catches them in surprise.

"You're surrendering?" he asks.

You shrug. "Like you said: you can do this all night. And I guess there are better ways to catch Colson. More permanent ways."

He tilts his head. "You're not gonna kill him, are you?"

"No! Jesus, man. Ye of little faith."

"I'm just trying to understand why you surrendered."

You sigh. "Because you always win anyway. You're a better fighter than me. And I'm cornered. I just feel like cutting my losses early. You're a lot more convincing than Batman."

"Is that so?"

"Oh, yeah. I much prefer you chasing me."

"Uh-huh." He nods towards the building. "Come on, then."

"Okay, sure."

You take a step. And you fall.

The brick is loose under your foot. It doesn't take much for you to keep going.

Panic surges through you, but that only solidifies your acting.

"Wing!" you cry, toppling over the edge.

"Shit!"

Nightwing lunges and grabs you by your waist, then uses momentum to haul you both to safety. His cheek against yours for a moment, body pressed to yours. It really is a damn shame he's such a Boy Scout.

You knock him in the stomach and snatch the documents, then separate from his grip. You watch his face contort in realization as you land and bolt.

"That wasn't playing nice or fair!" he yells, landing on the opposite side.

You're already gone, laughter echoing.

[pedgito]

wishing everyone a belated happy holidays and early happy new year! december was a hectic month for me so i didn't read nearly as much as i wanted to, but these are the fics i enjoyed in the time that i had. i went through a bit of a series binge early this month, as you'll see below. here's to all the fluffy, angsty, smutty goodness everyone is bound to cook up in 2025!

this key will help you figure out which fics are more your vibe, or if you’re just curious of the contents before you dive in:

smut = 🌶️, fluff = ☁️ angst = ☄️

total fics listed below: 18

✎ — 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

↝ hook 'em series by @joeloverture — 🌶️

Trying to get back at your cheating quarterback ex-boyfriend leads you right into the arms of his coach. You plan on staying there for a little while.

↝ smooth operator series by @penascigarette — ☄️, 🌶️

You didn't know why Joel was so different from your other clients. His voice was the first thing to catch your attention, followed closely by words so hot they lit a fire within you. Everything he said drew you to him like a moth to a flame; but that's the problem with fire. Someone is bound to get burnt.

↝ limits by @perotovar — 🌶️

So like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it’s not a common practice. Don’t think too hard about it, just imagine you’re a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

↝ the one you need series by @loliwrites — 🌶️, ☄️, ☁️

When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at an arm’s length, your neighbor Joel finds his way into your life.

↝ stay forever by @mrsmando, part one: stay while — 🌶️, ☁️

You & Joel finally reach jackson, and the life you’ve dreamed of becomes reality — with a few twists and turns along the way.

↝ i'm empty without you, so come grow within me by @chronically-ghosted — 🌶️, ☄️

With winter approaching, Joel takes stock of what he wants and what he has in his life. He wants you, but he’s not quite sure he has you, not in a way that only a life in Jackson can afford. Joel’s an old-fashioned guy, so he’s looking for an old-fashioned love…if he can only remember how to do it right.

↝ mr. winter by @kedsandtubesocks — 🌶️, ☁️

You wrote that letter to Santa as a joke (knowing he obviously wouldn’t answer it) until he does - and he comes with a proposition.

↝ through the glass by @murder-wife — 🌶️

Your neighbor, Joel, seems to have a revolving door of dates. He also doesn't seem to have a taste for keeping his curtains closed. You can't help but watch when it feels like he wants you to see what he's doing to them.

↝ but he's the one i want by @wheresarizona — 🌶️

All you needed was to see if your dad’s friend, Joel, had a spare key to your father’s house. Instead, you get railed within an inch of your life on Joel’s couch. 

✎ — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

↝ shadows by @burntheedges — 🌶️

You were pretty sure the ship was haunted.

✎ — 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒

↝ guilty as sin by @ovaryacted — ☄️, 🌶️

Being the daughter of a Senator of Rome has it’s pros and cons, you lived comfortably while constantly being reminded of your insubordinate position in society. However, upon meeting General Acacius, your life changes as you begin to grow fond of him. The question is, will he reciprocate your feelings, or cast you out to suffer your impending doom of unwanted courtship?

↝ fit for a goddess by @ozarkthedog

You wear Marcus’s gold laurel crown while he worships you.

↝ propositio by @gracieheartspedro — ☄️, 🌶️

After assembling an army to win back Rome, you finally get to confront the traitor to your cause. General Marcus Acacius.

↝ foxglove downs series by @whocaresstillthelouvre — 🌶️

In the exclusive realm of elite show jumping, where wealth stretches as far as the polished estates, Marcus Acacius and Lucius Verus are locked in a fierce competition that reaches far beyond the arena.

✎ — 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

↝ nut vid with the sound on by @syd-djarin — 🌶️

You accidentally send Frankie a text that he wasn’t supposed to see.

✎ — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀

↝ helping hand by @/mrsmando — ☁️, 🌶️

You and Javi take a bath together.

✎ — 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀

↝ reprieve by @hauntedhowlett-writes — ☄️, 🌶️

When angry, Emperor Geta seeks reprieve in his empress.

✎ —𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀

↝ death kink by @s-lverwing — ☄️

Devotion between you and Caracalla is measured in blood.

likes, reblogs, and comments keep the motivation alive, so if you’re taking a look at these for the first time, please leave a kind word for these writers or just reblog, even. support your writers <3

[slytherinstag]

Yes Harry is OOC in Cursed Child.

I see this discussion across multiple social media’s, debating whether Harry James potter was OOC in the cursed child. I believe he was and I’ll try to explain why I believe that.

He’s not the only character that was butcher almost all of the adult characters (Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, poor Cedric etc.) were. And I think I know why. To put it simply: ADULT BAD! ANGSTY TEENAGER GOOD! The original series kinda did the same thing. Most adults in Harry Potter were incompetent or just couldn’t help Harry because Harry was the chosen one. Quite literally no other wizard could defeat Voldemort except for him. And due to plot reasons if there was a capable adult then a lot of their adventures would be stopped which would make a pretty boring plot.

CC didn’t seem like it was written from a place of loving or even understanding the characters and yes I do is that JKR wasn’t the only writer. It’s why the best part of CC is Scorpius because he’s an original character we know nothing about.

Let’s start off strong with the most infamous quote from Cursed Child.

To be fair, this isn’t a horribly intentioned as both sides make it out to be. Albus says that Harry not having a father wasn’t unlucky, kinda insinuating he wished he also was fatherless but he clarified he just wished that Harry wasn’t his father. Harry ‘sees red’ and says he wishes there are times Albus wasnt his son. Then he immediately takes it back but Albus takes his word to heart.

And honestly, I know majority of the fandom despise Harry saying it think he’s evil but for one moment I’ll defend CC’s version of Harry. Even if he was a regular dad with absolutely no trauma, Albus hurt him. When you became an adult you don’t suddenly lose all your emotions. Yes, if your son says he wishes you weren’t his dad that could hurt. He’s still human.

But to be totally honest it was still a shitty thing to say and yes it was out of character for Harry to say that.

An argument for why Harry isn’t actually OOC in CC was that he has ‘anger issues’ and his trauma causes him to lashes. Trauma effects people in different ways and that’s not how Harry’s trauma manifests. People with trauma react in this different ways and this is simply not Harry. ‘But in OOTP-’ Not even in OOTP did Harry ever say anything remotely as hurtful to Ron or Hermione, even when he was isolated and ignored in an abusive home he never says that he hated them or denounced them as friends but instead ranted about how much he hated staying at the Dursleys and how they were wrong about leaving him alone.

There’s a reason why many people refer to OOTP Harry as ‘caps lock Harry’ and that’s because he’s not usually like that. Although ‘caps lock Harry’ is my favourite Harry, he’s the anomaly, mostly due to the events of the graveyard and the wizarding world believing he’s a liar and his constant nightmares of that said event, he was also being forced to carve ‘I must to not tell lies’ in his hand etc. etc. Due to this extremely stressful environment it caused Harry to be agitated and constantly on edge.

I hate that the fandom has turned Harry into this hothead which he isn’t. A lot of Harry snark is kept in his own head, most of the times when he’s annoyed with Ron and Hermione bickering he keeps it in his head. I literally can’t think of a single time Harry has ever denounced his loved ones even when it hurt He isn’t vindictive and easily forgave those he loved.

The problem I have with the quote is that Harry Potter would never say that to his child. ‘But he had trauma-’ NEVER. He knew first hand how words could sting you from the Dursleys and as I said, Harry wasn’t careless with his words. His greatest desire was to have a family and when he got that family he suddenly started to be cruel because his son was a little shit? Not my Harry.

Apart from the the infamous quote Harry to using his powers at the Ministry to bend rules- this is behavior worthy of Lucius Malfoy not Harry Potter. Using his power at the ministry to strong arm Hogwarts (REMEMBER HOW BAD IT WAS WHEN FUDGE DID THAT). Insults Minerva by claiming she "Doesn't understand how he feels since she doesn't have kids". This is just insulting to Harry’s character. If there’s one person Harry respects the most out of the entire franchise it’s McGonagall, that was unwavering throughout. He even TORTURED someone for disrespecting her and yet they wrote Harry himself disrespecting McGonagall??? If that’s not OOC, I don’t know what is.

Also the fact that Harry repeats what fudge (an incompetent adult) reinforces that adult characters were written as incompetent for the sake of plot so the teenagers could have an active role which sacrifices his entire character and destroys any likability he have.

He also HATED his fame, in all seven books yet suddenly in cursed child he doesn’t. And he would never, ever bully his kids, wife, and McGonagall with his fame and into his shadow. Why the hell did they write that he liked fame?

Also it’s implied that Harry is prejudiced against Slytherins??? Since when? Didn’t the epilogue in DH show that Harry didn’t care which house Albus was in as Severus Snape, the guy Albus Potter was named after, was the most bravest man he ever met. But suddenly he prejudiced and acting like a literal monster and isolating Albus and believing the crazy rumours about Scorpius. (You’ll never guess who else and crazy and horrid rumours throughout all their years at hogwarts.) Genuinely who is this man.

Oh and the fact that Harry's scar starts hurting again. Which is impossible, since he is not a horcrux anymore.

Now let’s speed run the rest of the adult characters that were also butchered by CC.

Hermione Granger: Choose which sentence describes Hermione best: a) someone who will become the worst teacher just because she didn’t marry Ron, b) someone who is so dumb that she doesn’t even recognize most basic polyjuice ingredient (something she brewed flawlessly at 12), c) someone who stayed single forever because some boy she had a crush on (at FOURTEEN!!!) didn’t act jealous towards her. If you chose none of the above, give yourself a pat on the back. For the sake of the new main character she was dumbed down so that Hermione Granger the smartest witch in the whole franchise could be outsmarted by 14 year olds.

Why is Hermione’s success based on if she could date Ron. Are they seriously trying to convince that Hermione would never achieve her dreams if Ron didn’t get with her. Hard disagree, if the writers ever even tried to write a teen girl they’d know what it’d be a big deal at the moment fur her but she’d get over. As I keep saying she’s only 14!!!

Cedric diggory: one of the most kindest characters. He never felt resentful towards Harry that he had to share being a Hogwarts Champion, defending Harry against those stupid ‘Potter stink’ badges.

So honourable, even though he got there first was willing to lose for honour. Are you expecting me to read this and believe that Cedric Diggory would be a death eater because he was humiliated once… This was probably the second worst mischaracterisations of CC. The most honoruable man in Harry potter becomes a death eater due the most stupidest reasons.

Saving the worst for last: Ron. Ron is not a background character; he is not there for the funny lines and being a cheap caricature of what Fred Wealsey was.

Would Ron “I Am A Chessmaster & A Under-utilised Strategical Thinker, a child solider and ex auror" Weasley barge into a room WITH A WAND POINTING IN THE WRONG WAY???

Would Ron “I Got Poisoned To Death Just Because Of Love Potion Consumption” Weasley gift HIS NEPHEW THE SAME DATE-RAPE DRUG as a joke to get some girls for fun???

Would Ron “I Overcame My Insecurities And Am A Good Man" Weasley get drunk with Neville Longbottom at the pub and be a superficial idiot finding Delphi Diggory a “cracking one" type of attractive in front of his own family??? Siriusly, whhaaaaa???

I dont know what’s worse, the movies which gave all the good Ron lines to Hermione and other characters, and made him a lazy pig or the play, with their obsession of Redeemed Draco and his adorkable son Scorpius by tearing down Ron and Rose Weasley??? You tell me.

(Don’t get me started on Panju Weasley, I think this franchise just doesn’t know how to name Asian characters.)

[spacebubblehomebase]

My Official Hazbin Hotel Stargazers AU Masterpost!

Or the #HHStargazersAU Checklist + MORE!!!

But before all that, here's the general synopsis:

Charline is introducing her first ever girlfriend, Vaggie, to her circus running dad, Lucius Magne. But unbeknownst to them, Vaggie is hiding a big secret: She's Charlie's guardian angel! Tasked with setting her on the right path towards good, but to make things more complicated, the family's live-in hire, Alastor, is actually a demon that's been trying to tempt Charlie's dad to the opposite side! So how can this unlikely pair keep their respective truths hidden when mysteries start to unfold, how do they play house while also playing tug-of-war for Heaven & Hell, and just HOW did they get in this situation in the first place? Well, one thing's for certain, family dinners will never be boring as feelings unravel and everything grand is yet to be revealed. So tune in~!

Or something like that...

So if this summary seems like your cup of tea and you happen to enjoy both Chaggie & Radioapple content, then hop on aboard! Because, let me tell you, the ride I've prepared is so convoluted, I wish I charge people for it, but it's FREE! Unfortunately, all updates usually depend on my schedule and plans for plot may always change. But this semi-serious story of mine follows a loose "artfic" format anyway. A term I use to mean: I write just as much as I draw. So this is both a fanart and a fanfic AU now basically. But everything for it can be found on Twitter, Insta, or Tumblr. I post just about almost the same things in each, so there's no need to look further for more! Though I won't protest if you ASK for more as in the end, this gigantic AU is just a personal project of mine and any support. Be it a little acknowledgement or a major gift of a comment goes a long way to fuel my motivation! Now that the sappy stuff is out of the way though, here's the links to my story and list of future posts that would be regularly updated anytime I remove or add something new!

Relevant Lore List:

Click title to be redirected to the post and some titles are [Redacted] for the sake of avoiding any spoilers...

-A New Day Will Dawn. ✅

-BONUS Interaction (& Ask). ✅

-Color Palette Reference. ✅

-Say My Name. ✅

-Divorce Aftermath (Ask). ✅

-Meet The Magnes. ✅

-The Stargazers. ✅

-Lore sneak peek. (Ask). ✅️

-Shadow Of His Light.

-His Pride.

-Her Joy.

-Close Calls.

-Surprise.

-The Dreamers.

-Phantom Pains.

-[Redacted] The [Redacted].

-[Redacted] That Day.

-A Cold Day In Hell.

-Prelude Promises.

-The Dancing Devil's Circus.

-Blossoming Feelings.

-False Start.

-The [Redacted, Redacted, Redacted].

-When A [Redacted, Redacted].

-The Last [Redacted] Lament.

-Moth To Her Flame.

-A Taste of Temptation.

-Better Than Never.

-Free Fall.

-HerStory.

-Wake Up Call.

-Seeds Of Doubt.

-Mother Knows Best.

-Fuck You, [Redacted].

-Dad Meet Mom.

-With Tax Benefits.

-Dawn Of A New Day.

-The First Stage.

-Reprise Reveal.

-B.U.S.T.E.D.

-A Third [Redacted].

-The Show Must Go On.

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-AU Idea Announcement.

-Magnes Are Humans (Asks).

-AU Name Explanation (Asks).

-Author Is Delulu.

-Excited To Spoil (Asks).

-Human Carmilla Carmine.

-Radioapple Dynamic (Asks).

-Alastor's Eyes (Asks).

-Questions About Lilith (Asks).

-Outdated Sneak Peek (Asks).

-Stimming Radioapple (Asks).

-Cryprid Alastor (Asks).

-Flavor Of The AU (Asks).

-Magne Discussion (Asks).

-Artist With Chaggie (Asks).

-Hug Alastor Request (Asks).

-Vaggie UwU (Asks).

-Yep. Still doing the AU (Asks).

-Alastor's Voodoo (Asks).

-Radio Signals (Asks).

-Masterpost Suggestion (Asks).

-Future Animatic Announcement!

-Dynamics & SPOILERS!!! (Asks).

-BONUS Vaggie's "dad" (Asks).

-Radioapple + Art Advice (Asks).

-ALAKAZAM!!! (Asks).

-Update about updates (Asks).

-First AU fanart??? HOLY SHIT!!!

-MORE fanart!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

-Reminded about my AU again. (Asks).

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[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Foxglove Downs Chapter 5: The Dinner

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Lucius Verus x Female Reader Rating: Mature. Summary: Your parents come into town for the annual World Championships party held at Foxglove Downs. Lucius and you share a private moment in the stables, while Marcus is forced into an awkward situation when both you and Lucius have had too much to drink. Warnings: Love triangle, horse talk, jealousy, pining, angst, flirting, a kiss, another kiss, alcohol, age gap (Marcus is in his 40’s, Lucius is in his 20’s). Reader is in her 30's, has hair, and has a nickname: Sunny. Words: 4,150

A/N: I'm very proud of this chapter and wrote it off of my outline in like... two days. I wouldn't be as proud of this if it wasn't for @mothandpidgeon and @schnarfer's input mixed with @devineconjuring's input *AND* dot devouring. I can't believe there are only have 3 chapters left!

Foxglove Downs Masterlist Masterlist

Previous Chapter

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The smell of pancakes wakes you up early on Friday morning. The aroma’s a welcome comfort after the busy week you’ve had preparing for Rome and getting over Marcus leaving you standing half-naked and alone in your foyer. You still feel foolish for throwing yourself at him the way you did. 

You pull a robe on and make your way to the kitchen to find your parents sitting at their usual spots around the table. They’ve only been here for a day and they’ve already taken over the house. It’s a yearly tradition now–they waltz in right before the World Championships, usually a welcome pair of helping hands. But this year, their presence only seems to serve as a constant reminder of your feelings for Marcus and Lucius, along with Marcus’s history with your family. 

Platters full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon sit on the table. Suddenly, you feel half your age again, sitting at the same dining table where you grew up eating every meal, lovelorn over Marcus Acacius.

Your mom sends you a sweet smile as she flops a stack of pancakes on your plate. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good,” you reply as you drizzle warm syrup over the fluffy pancakes.

Your dad looks up from his newspaper, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. "I'm heading down to the stables in a bit to help Marcus get ready for Rome.”

You nod, trying to appear nonchalant at the mention of his name. 

“Oh, Marcus,” your mom sighs wistfully. “I miss having him around. He sure was here a lot. He’s always been so kind.”

You feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with a twinge of regret at her words as you take a bite of pancake.

“I have so much to do for the send-off party tomorrow,” your mom says, fretting over her to-do list.

It’s a tradition your mom has insisted upon since they took over operations of the stables from your grandparents. Every Saturday before the World Championships, a large party is held as a thank you to the staff and to wish good luck to the competitors. You find the whole thing kind of ridiculous, always concerned about how the loud music and revelry will affect the horses–but you also love a good party.

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The warm afternoon sun heats your skin as you make your way from the stables to the clubhouse. You grasp the brass handle of the door and swing it open.

Two heads swivel your way, and the conversation halts. Your father beams at you from his armchair, but your eyes lock with a pair of brown eyes. Marcus shifts awkwardly and glances away.

"Sunny! My girl! There you are," your father greets you, oblivious to the tension. "I was just catching up with Marcus after our session. Come, join us!"

You hesitate in the doorway, heart pounding. You remember the last time you saw Marcus–his lips against yours, your dress strewn across the foyer tiles. How can you sit beside him and chat casually with your father after that? Marcus has been your dad's mentee and protégé for years. This–whatever this is–complicates everything.

Mustering a bright smile, you perch stiffly on the edge of the sofa, hyper-aware of Marcus a mere foot away. "Good to see you, Marcus," you say with forced nonchalance. "I trust you've been well?"

He clears his throat and nods, refusing to look at you. "Yes, quite well. And you?"

"Managing. Lots to do, as always." You fiddle with the equestrian pin on your lapel, a nervous tick.

An awkward beat passes. Your father glances between the two of you, slightly puzzled, but presses on. "As I was saying…"

You try to focus on his words–something about thinking the lower quadrant of practice grounds could use a new jumping course–but your mind whirls, and all you can hear is the pulse thrumming in your ears.

"Don't you agree, Sunny?" Your father's question brings you back to the present.

"Oh, yes, of course," you stammer.

The door swings open with a flourish, and Lucius strides in, fresh from the practice arena. His hair is tousled and damp with sweat, his blue eyes brightening when he smiles at you.

"Ah, Lucius! Good to see you, champ!” your father says. “Come join us.”

Lucius saunters over, but instead of taking a seat, he perches himself on the armrest of your chair right next to you. His arm brushes against your shoulder as he leans back.

From the corner of your eye, you see Marcus stiffen. You take the opportunity to casually lean closer to Lucius, wanting to see Marcus’s reaction. His gaze bores into Lucius, jaw clenched tight.

Oblivious to the silent war being waged, your father continues on. “I must say, having the two most elite jumpers in the world call Foxglove Downs their home stable is quite impressive!"

"You flatter me, sir,” Marcus’s deep voice rumbles. “None of it would be possible without Sunny."

You feel your cheeks heating at his praise, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I'm just doing my job," you demur, fiddling with the hem of your jacket, refusing to look at him.

Your father waves off your modesty. "Nonsense, my dear. This place is lucky to have you at the helm.”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words and smile. “Thanks, dad.”

You feel like most days, you’re seeking validation from your peers, your riders, your workers. A single woman like you, running a facility like Foxglove Downs–the pressure is a constant companion, especially with Marcus and Lucius training here.

As you sit sandwiched between two world-class riders, it’s hard not to feel the enormity of your responsibility. Every decision you make affects not just the horses and staff but also the careers of these two elite athletes.

On some nights, when you walk up the hill back home, you can almost feel the ghosts of your ancestors watching, judging, and expecting you not just to uphold but elevate the legacy of Foxglove Downs. What would they think if they knew that you know how both Marcus and Lucius’s lips feel against yours?

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By Saturday night, you’re ready for the party. It’s been an exhausting week, filled with finalizing preparations for Rome, fending off requests from media who want a glimpse of your two handsome riders, your parents’ constant attention and doting, and your unresolved feelings for Marcus and Lucius.

Your trench coat flutters around your legs as you make your way down the path toward the stables and clubhouse. The evening breeze is always colder when it rolls off the hills, but there’s a warmth surrounding Foxglove Downs tonight.

Lucius’s familiar green Porsche pulls up to the small valet booth just as you reach the bottom of the hill. He gets out of his car, the lights reflecting off his light blue eyes. He jogs over when he sees you, looking effortlessly cool in a simple, tan sports coat over a plain white shirt and well-tailored trousers.

"Good evening, beautiful,” he says, offering you his arm to escort you into the clubhouse. “I’ve been looking forward to this night for months.”

Your mom and her event planner are miracle workers. The clubhouse is transformed–the dark wooden ceiling beams draped with twinkling lights, floral arrangements placed on every surface, and the overhead lights have been turned down, casting everything in golden shadows.

As you scan the room, your eyes finally land on Marcus. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him, his broad body clad in a buttoned-up black suit with white piping. He isn’t wearing a shirt underneath his jacket, your tongue darts out to lick your lips when you see the hint of his bronze neck and chest. It’s as if he can feel your eyes on him, he looks towards you before his eyes dart down to your arm, intertwined with Lucius’s, before his eyes quickly return to yours. 

His brows quickly furrow as Lucius steps behind you to help slide your coat off your shoulders. The same cream dress you wore just last week on your date with Marcus is slowly revealed, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you in it; his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Your confidence blooms, much like the delicate flowers embroidered all over it, as you see something in his eyes as he recognizes the dress–regret? Desire? You ignore it. Call it petty, but you want to make him pay. 

Lucius gasps when you turn towards him, his eyes roaming over your body. “Wow,” he exhales. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you respond, grabbing a flute of champagne as a waiter passes by with a tray full of drinks. You can almost still feel the coolness of the brick against your back and smell the scent of Marcus’s cologne mingling with your perfume as you swallow down the bubbly, no doubt expensive, champagne. 

—-

The party is in full swing. Drinks flow freely as the equestrians and stable staff mingle. You’re hyper-aware of Marcus’s eyes following you around the room as you float from group to group, making small talk and accepting congratulations on Foxglove’s successes this year.

“Dinner is served!” your mother announces, ushering everyone into the dining room.

You take a seat at the table covered with floral centerpieces and flickering candles. As you settle into your chair, Marcus approaches. His strong hands grasp the back of your chair, gently pushing you in, his fingers brushing against your bare shoulders. A shiver is sent down your spine as you turn and softly thank him.

He moves to pull out the chair next to you, but before he can take his seat, Lucius swiftly slides into the chair, flashing him a mischievous grin and a wink.

“Why, thank you,” Lucius says, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. “How gentlemanly of you.”

Marcus's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks down at Lucius. The tension crackles between them as he tries to maintain his composure.

Thankfully, your father clinks his fork against a glass, settling everyone down as he stands at the head of the table. Marcus quickly moves to take the seat across from you, next to your mother.

“Thank you, everybody, for joining us for our annual send-off party.” His voice carries across the room, warm and full of pride. “Every year, when we return to Foxglove Downs, it feels like we’ve never left. This place is more than just a stable. It feels like home, and I know many of you feel the same way.”

He pauses as he looks across everyone gathered and then at you. “To my dear Sunny, my little girl who’s grown into the most capable woman I know. My girl, you truly are the heart and soul of Foxglove Downs. To Sunny!” Your dad raises his glass high.

"To Sunny," Lucius and Marcus echo, their voices blending in your head. Lucius downs his flute of champagne while Marcus takes a small sip. You lift your champagne flute towards your dad and give him a smile, tears pricking your eyes.

As you sit back and sip your drinks while waiting for dinner to be brought out, Lucius stretches his arm along the back of your chair. His fingertips lightly graze your bare shoulder every so often as he animatedly leans over to chat with your parents. You can feel Marcus's eyes zeroing in on that point of contact, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly around his glass.

You find yourself relaxing more and more during dinner. The wine flows freely, and Lucius keeps topping off your drink with a wink.

“To the most beautiful stable manager,” Lucius declares, raising his glass towards yours.

You laugh, clinking your glass against his. “You mean the only stable manager who will put up with your BS.”

He clutches his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, darling.”

The wine has softened the edges, and you find yourself leaning into his playful banter. You can feel Marcus watching the exchange with a carefully neutral expression. But you notice the way his jaw tightens whenever Lucius leans close or brushes his hand against your arm.

—

The band starts up after dinner, and as the night wears on, the music grows louder. You begin to worry about the horses–they’re not used to this much noise and commotion so late at night. Excusing yourself from a dull conversation, you slip out of the clubhouse. The fresh air feels good, a relief after the stuffy warmth of the party as you walk to the stables.

The stable is calm, and the horses are happy–most are peacefully dozing away. A breath of relief escapes your lungs. You stop at Maximus’s stall, who’s still awake and walks over to greet you. 

“Hey there, big guy,” you whisper, reaching out to stroke the velvet of his nose. “Sorry about the ruckus.”

You suddenly feel a warm weight settle onto your shoulders. The smell of spicy vanilla and citrus surrounds you as Lucius’s jacket envelops you.

"It looks like you need this," Lucius says softly, his breath tickling your ear.

You turn to face him, pulling the jacket closer around you. "Thank you,” you smile, your eyes falling to the silver flask in his hand.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” you observe, nodding towards the flask.

Lucius’s usually bright eyes are slightly clouded as he takes a drink from the flask before offering it to you.

“Liquid courage. I’ve been nervous as hell about Rome.”

You take the flask from his outstretched hand. “Really? You look good out there.”

He stares off into the distance as he leans against the stable wall to steady himself. “Thanks,” he says. “There are so many expectations, especially when you’re constantly being compared to Marcus Acacius…” he trails off.

"What do you mean?" You take a drink from the flask and wince as the whiskey burns.

“He casts this long shadow, you know? He’s a legend. And me? I’m still the new kid trying to prove himself.” The vulnerability in his voice surprises you. "Every time I step into that arena, the crowd is all wondering if I’ll be the one to finally dethrone Marcus.”

"But you always seem so confident."

Lucius chuckles with a hint of bitterness, his voice coming out a bit slower as the whiskey hits. "That's the trick, right? Act like you've got it all figured out." He turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "But you… you see right through that, don't you?"

“I don’t know about that.”

“You do,” he insists, taking a step closer. “You’ve never been fooled by my act.”

"Lucius…" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Listen, I've been wanting to ask–that day at the lake, was it too much? You've seemed distant ever since."

You shake your head. "No, it wasn't too much. It's just–it’s complicated."

"How so?"

You struggle to find the right words. "I guess I never thought someone like you would be interested in someone like me. You’re young and cool; I’m just… me.”

His eyebrows rise, and his mouth drops. "You’re kidding me, right? Sunny, you're incredible. How could I not be interested?”

You feel a warmth blooming within you from his words, an invisible force making you lean closer to him.

He takes a step closer. "But what really gets me," Lucius says, his voice dropping to a low whisper, "is your kindness. The way you care for everyone here–human and horse."

You tilt your head up towards him.

“Sunny,” he breathes, and his lips are on yours–sloppy, urgent. He presses you back against the stable wall and he tastes of whiskey… overwhelmingly. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his body pressing against yours. One of his hands slides down your waist, his fingers splaying across your back to pull you closer. His stubble scratches roughly against your chin as he tilts his head, trying to deepen the kiss.

You gasp into his mouth as his fingers find the hem of your dress, slowly inching it upwards. Suddenly, you're hit with the vivid flashback of Marcus's hands on this very same dress, his lips trailing down your neck. You pull away abruptly, panting.

"Oh god, Lucius," you breathe. "What am I doing?"

"Kissing me," he responds with a sly grin, leaning in again, chasing your mouth.

You put a hand on his chest, stopping him. "I'm sorry, I just… I can't do this."

He steps back. "Right," he says, his voice tight. "Of course. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" He trails off, fumbling for his flask. He takes a long pull, his eyes bloodshot when he lowers it.

"We should head back," you suggest gently.

He nods, swaying slightly as he turns towards the stable door. You grab his arm to steady him as he trips over his own feet.

"I should probably just get out of here," he says, fumbling in his pockets. "Where're my keys?"

You freeze. "Lucius, you can't drive like this."

"I'll be fine," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

You try to think quickly, changing tactics. “Actually, I can’t find your keys. Let’s go inside and look for them.”

You steer him towards the clubhouse, keeping a steady hand on his arm as you lead him back.

Now, you welcome the warmth and noise of the party as Lucius beelines towards a plush chair and flops down on it. “I’ll just wait here while you look.”

You nod to him and pretend to search for his keys, your mind racing. The room spins slightly, you’re in no state to drive either. You certainly can’t let anyone else at the stables know just how drunk Lucius is right before Rome.

Your eyes scan the room, desperately searching for a solution. And then, you spot your solution. Marcus is across the room talking with a group of other riders. He’s barely touched alcohol all night, sticking only to sparkling water after the toast.

Taking a deep, steeling breath, you walk over to him.

“Marcus,” you say softly, touching his arm. He turns, surprise flickering across his face when he sees you wearing Lucius’s jacket, your hair tousled and lips swollen. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

He nods, excusing himself from the group, and you lead him to a quiet corner.

"Lucius needs to be driven home," you explain in a low voice.

Marcus's eyebrow quirks up, a look of shock crossing his face.

"He's had too much to drink," you continue. "He thinks he can drive, but…"

Marcus sighs, looking conflicted.

"Please, Marcus," you implore, your eyes meeting his, your hand reaching out to squeeze his arm.

He holds your gaze before nodding. “Alright.”

"I'll go with you. You know, since I-I've been to his place before."

His eyebrows furrow slightly, and his jaw tenses. He looks behind you to Lucius and back to you. It’s as if a flash of green passes through his irises as he nods, and you make your way over to Lucius

"Lucius, Marcus is going to drive you home," you tell him gently.

Lucius pouts, his blue eyes unfocused. "Don't wanna go with Marcus," he slurs.

"I'm coming too," you assure him, and his face brightens immediately.

"Oh, alright then," he agrees easily, stumbling to his feet.

Marcus returns with your coats, helping you into yours. His fingers linger as he adjusts your lapel, his eyes soft.

“Thanks,” you softly say.

"You're welcome.”

“I’m going to go find my parents. I’ll meet you at your car.”

You quickly find your mom, pulling her aside as she animatedly talks to a circle of friends, wine glass in hand.

“I’m going to Lucius’s with Marcus.”

Your mom, clearly tipsy, giggles. “Oh my, both of them? How exciting!”

You roll your eyes. “God, it’s not like that. Jesus.” “Oh, darling,” she sighs, patting your cheek. “I do have eyes. They’re both quite handsome, aren’t they?”

Now’s definitely not the time. Shaking your head, you tell her you’ll be back later and hurry out to join Marcus and Lucius.

—-

The last time you were in Marcus’s car, his hand was on your thigh. Now, that same hand is turning white as he grasps the steering wheel. Lucius is sprawled out in the backseat, his shirt riding up to reveal his stomach.

"Nice car, Marcus," Lucius drawls. "Is the station wagon parked at home?" He laughs at his own joke as Marcus’s jaw tightens, staring straight ahead and ignoring Lucius’s jab.

“Hey, how’s the arthritis treating you these days?" Lucius slurs.

You turn in your seat. “Be quiet, please, Lucius. We’re almost home.”

He grins lazily at you. "Of course, love. Anything for you."

You hear Marcus inhale sharply, his jaw tensing as he turns down Lucius’s long driveway.

—-

You’ve had to move many stubborn horses before, but getting a drunken Lucius Verus up to his room is ridiculous. Marcus supports Lucius’s weight as you fish the keys out of his jacket pocket and unlock the door.

“And thiiiis is my hooouse,” Lucius drawls as Marcus practically carries him up the steps to his bedroom.

Lucius stumbles towards his bed and collapses on it with a big huff. Marcus lingers at the threshold before he takes a step in with a deep sigh.

He looks uncomfortable, and you understand why. He knows this is the same room you’ve slept in, the same room you dreamed about him in.

You send Marcus as close to a reassuring smile as you can while you kneel down to remove Lucius’s shoes.

Lucius props himself up on his elbows, his blue eyes swirling under a drunken haze. "You look good in my room.”

Marcus’s arms are folded across his chest as he stands by the door. He looks so intimidating yet so unsure of himself.

Cringing internally, you avoid Marcus’s eyes as you help Lucius under his covers before hurrying to the adjoining bathroom to grab some aspirin and a glass of water. When you return, Lucius is already passed out, snoring softly.

"Good?" Marcus asks quietly as you set the pills and water on the nightstand.

You nod, following him out of the room and down the stairs.

—-

Marcus is quiet and tense during the drive back to Foxglove Downs. You softly clear your throat, catching his attention.

"Thank you for helping me with Lucius," you say softly. "I really appreciate it."

His eyes flick to you briefly before returning to the road. "Of course," he whispers.

You fidget with the hem of your dress, remembering how Marcus’s hands felt on it.

He sighs, his hands tensing against the steering wheel. "I want to apologize for what happened between us last week. It wasn't right of me to leave like that as quickly as I did." His voice is low and remorseful.

You swallow hard. "It's okay.” Though you know it’s not, and it’s all you’ve thought about for the past week.

"No, it wasn’t okay. I just–I want you to know that I liked what happened between us. A lot. But there are so many complicated parts to this. I've known you for so long, you’re important to my career, and your family…"

You nod. “I get it. There’s a lot of history.”

His words sink in as hope and trepidation fills your heart. You understand all the complications, but part of you wishes to throw caution to the wind. You wish it were simpler, whatever this impossible situation between you and Marcus is.

He enters the gates of Foxglove Downs and drives up the hill to your home.

The memories of the disastrous end of your date and the realization of your adolescent fantasies flood back, overwhelming you as Marcus’s car idles in front of your home. The silence between you stretches until you thank him again and reach to open your door. You try to hide the pleasant shock that crosses your face as he turns off the engine and gets out, quickly coming around to help you out of the car.

He walks you to the front steps, each movement feeling familiar.

"Thank you again," you say, turning to face him.

He steps closer, his intense eyes searching your face. "I want you to know I'm here for you. Whenever you want me—if you want me."

Your breath catches at his words as you stare into each other's eyes. Slowly, you lean in and press your lips to his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

He kisses you back, cradling your face in his large hands. Your heart races as he kisses and savors you before he pulls away breathlessly and rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ll see you in Rome,” he whispers against your lips. With one last soft caress of your cheek, he pulls away and walks back to his car.

You watch him drive away, this time with your dress still on. 

—-

Next stop!

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Okay… so this is my first fic and idk how to feel about it. I just kept writing so feedback is welcome, just don't hate on me lol. I tried really hard but I didn't completely proofread it so I'm so sorry if it's messed up in some spots. Also, my first time writing smut so idk I'm sorry if it's horrible. I'm also not super experienced with Tumblr so I don't have fancy dividers or anything :( If someone actually likes what I write I'll figure it out and make it look pretty!!

WC: 7,290

Warnings: SMUT, fast burn there's like no wait time tbh, kinda mentions family death (very briefly), shitty parents mentioned, female character, Bluna mentioned as well as Draco x Pansy, head (female receives), if I forgot any please tell me!!

Summary: Mattheo Riddle meets a girl who captivates him the moment he sees her. She doesn't recognize him until he tells her who he is. The tension breaks and they finally get together!

MUSE

Mattheo knew he was fucked from the moment he knew who and what his father was. Well, he was even more fucked when he had an older brother who was his dad’s right-hand man.

Don’t think that Tom and Uncle Lucius left Mattheo alone because of his lack of respect towards his father. It honestly made his life harder. Always had to sneak out for a smoke instead of just walking through the front door.

Currently, Mattheo is sneaking out through his window from the third floor of Malfoy Manor. He hasn’t yet decided if he wants to go to the roof or leave the grounds completely. The roof would be a safer bet.

Hoisting himself up to the roof he silently thanks his younger self for deciding to join quidditch. He wouldn’t have been able to make it anywhere if he didn’t have muscles.

Finally finding his regular spot he sits and lays his legs out. Takes the pack of cigarettes he’s got from his pocket and lights one with the lighter Theo gave him for his birthday a year ago.

He knew the lighter would soon run out of fuel and he’d need to get a new one. Being in 6th year Mattheo isn’t able to use his wand to light the cigarette so he resorts to the muggle lighters. He has to find a way to get muggle cash though.

While Mattheo’s smoking he hears a door slam. That can’t be good, usually, he’s the one slamming doors. He scoots to the edge of the roof and sees Tom standing on the front lawn. He’s probably looking for Mattheo.

While Mattheo quickly moves back to his spot he hears a girl's voice.

“Dad, I’ll be fine. As I said I know a boy here. He won’t do anything, just figure out your business deal and we can leave.”

Moving back to his previous spot to peer over the roof he sees you. Some girl getting out of a car he doesn’t know the brand of, in this black leather skirt and black long-sleeve top. The top of your boobs spill over lightly showing how tight the shirt is.

Fucking hell, who the fuck is this? Mattheo is questioning whether he should get down or not, that is until he sees Tom walk over to you and shake your hand.

“Tom, it’s good to see you again.” You’re talking to his brother, and you know him? Why doesn’t Mattheo know you? Are you in the same year as Tom?

“It’s good to see you too,” Tom responds and Mattheo watches as the two of you walk inside with your father.

****

Walking into Malfoy Manor I try to remember what Pansy told me about it. It’s old, practically prehistoric as Pansy said. Looking over to my right I see Tom, the same boy who helped me with Advanced Potions last year.

“Thanks for keeping me company while my dad works things out with Mr Malfoy.” I smile at him and he looks at me with the same stoic expression as always. Better than a grimace or a frown I suppose.

Both Tom and I hear footsteps coming down the staircase that’s to our left and turn to see a handsomely built curly-haired boy walk down in black Converse and an all-black outfit.

“That’s my younger brother, Mattheo,” Tom explains, sensing my confusion. Younger brother? How much younger? He’s fucking hot.

“Hi, I’m y/n” I introduce myself as he walks closer. He doesn’t look like Tom at all. Tom is very tall and skinny meanwhile Mattheo is thick and more short, he actually has muscle on him.

“Y/n that’s a pretty name.” He responds shaking my outstretched hand. I smile and give him a small thanks.

“I didn’t know you had a brother Tom.”

“I thought everyone did.” Tom just shrugs and keeps walking to the living room. We follow behind him and sit down on a big black leather couch that’s settled in front of a marble fireplace.

“I’m going into my sixth year,” Mattheo tells me and I smile.

“Why don’t I know you? I’m going into sixth too!”

“How do you know Tom then?”

“Oh, he helped me in Advanced Potions last year.”

“You were in 6th year advanced potions?” While he asks me with wide eyes I just nod and give Tom a smile. He’s not looking at me he’s looking straight at Mattheo. I’m guessing from the tension between them, that they’re not close.

“I play quidditch, I’m on the Slytherin team, I play as a beater.”

“Ah! You’re friends with Draco!” I finally recognize him. He just nods and looks away from me.

“I was partnered with Draco last year in Transfiguration. As well as Nott in Defense Against The Dark Arts!” I don’t know how I never noticed how handsome he was until I was right in front of him.

“Oh yeah, Theo’s my best friend.” Mattheo smiles and scratches his neck.

“Yes, he talked about you a lot. I just didn’t know you were related to Tom or what you looked like exactly. That’s why I didn’t recognize you.” All Mattheo does is nod and I hear Tom chuckle.

“Mattheo is too busy listening to his music and drawing in that silly book of his to even lift his head. I don’t blame you for not knowing who he was, he’s hardly there.” I look at Tom and then back at Mattheo who looks upset.

“What music do you listen to?” I ask moving closer to Mattheo. He releases a wide smile and we start talking about The Smiths and Queen, as well as The Cure. He seems sweet.

“I can’t believe I met a girl who listens to the same music as me.” Mattheo laughs incredulously.

I laugh with him and we notice how Tom got up and left the room. I look at Mattheo and he just shrugs.

“He’s moody. Maybe he’s jealous you’re paying more attention to me.” Mattheo says smirking at me.

“Why would he be jealous? What’s special about me?” I ask, confused

“Because you’re the only girl who talks to him. Well, that and you’re also attractive so it hurts his ego more.” Mattheo chuckles when he’s done talking and I look at him like he’s insane.

“Tom riddle thinking I’m attractive? What has the world come to?” I seriously ask but Mattheo laughs

“Well, it’s very rare to see a girl with Tom so he’ll try to flirt with you but you wouldn’t even know because he’s so bad at it. It must've stung him when you preferred his younger brother over him.” Mattheo is still laughing and I give an awkward chuckle.

“Well, there’s always other people out there for him. Just not me.” I say chuckling along with Mattheo

“Oh, you’re not? Who are you for, y/n?” Mattheo moves his face closer to mine laughing, I get nervous and look away.

“Well, I’m not sure yet but I know it’s not him.”

“Why not Tom?”

“He’s too... uptight and studious. I’m more laid back and I care about my grades but not as much as him. He also doesn’t like muggle things and I plan on living in the muggle world when I graduate.”

“You do? Why?”

“I’m not sure, I think they have brilliant ideas and inventions and I believe the muggle world has more to offer than the wizarding world.”

“I guess you’re right, where in the muggle world would you live?”

“Hmm, probably a big city like New York or Chicago.”

“Oh so in America?”

“Yes, America. I want to go around the States, they have so many beautiful things there.” Mattheo just nods and looks at the dancing fire in the dug-out marble fireplace.

“Y/n let’s go, I’ve finished.” I hear my dad behind me and both Mattheo and I turn to see him.

“Okay, Dad,” I say, rising from the couch and going to stand next to him.

“Nice to meet you, Tom.” My father says to Mattheo.

“Oh no, Dad that’s his younger brother Mattheo.” I laugh slightly

“Oh. Well, tell your brother it was nice meeting him.”

“Yes sir,” Mattheo responds getting up from the couch and walking to the front door to lead us out.

“Thanks, Mattheo, I’ll see you at school,” I say touching his arm lightly before walking out of the house. I swear I see his face blush and I feel heat pool in my stomach. Definitely need to get closer to him.

****

Boarding the train from summer break is always the worst. The station is always too stuffy and cramped. Then you get on the train and it’s even hotter. I’m waving my hand in front of my face in my compartment when the door opens and reveals Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson, my closest friends.

“It’s so hot in this god-forsaken train. You’d think with magic you could cool down a train.” Pansy complains sitting down and wiping her hairline.

I laugh and try to open the train window. Thank god this compartment has a working window. Both Daphne and I sigh as the window opens.

“Oh thank Merlin!” Daphne says moving closer to the window. We always get closer to the front of the train so we don’t have to see students and their families. It’s always too much noise.

The cabin door opening surprises us all.

“Hey, ladies!” Theodore Nott says placing himself right next to my thigh.

“Oh no no no. No way, it’s too hot in the train for the six of you to sit in here with us!” Pansy says pulling Theo up from his spot and pushing him back towards the door.

Draco laughs and puts Theo back next to me and sits next to Pansy.

“You’ll be alright love,” Draco smirks and places his arm around Pansy. She just groans and rolls her eyes knowing it’s no use trying to tell them to leave. I look back towards the door and Blaise has taken his spot next to Daphne and the wall.

Mattheo stands awkwardly with Tom, both of them looking at me. Lorenzo finds the spot next to Theo and both Tom and Mattheo roll their eyes.

They have to sit next to each other and not even by the window. All of our legs rub against each other as the two of them squeeze in.

“Holy shit, can you move over?” Mattheo asks Enzo and Theo.

“Not really no,” Lorenzo responds laughing. Mattheo groans and sits in between Daphne and Pansy.

“Oh!” Daphne says as Mattheo slightly shoves her into Blaise.

“Sorry.” He mumbles and looks out the window.

“So, how were everyone’s summers?” I ask lightly trying to diffuse the tension in the small compartment.

Blaise and Theo start to speak at the same time and eventually agree Theo can speak first.

“Mine was surprisingly very exciting, I went back to Italy by myself to visit my mother's side of the family for the first time since she passed, and my dad was gone almost the whole summer so I was able to do whatever I wanted without being berated!” I could tell in Theo’s voice he was hurting, he was being sarcastic to cover up his sadness about being alone and his mother passing.

When I was partnered with him last year he had opened up a bit and we would talk. I told him about my dad and he told me about his, he also told me about how his mother passed and it truly was a horrible death. I can’t even imagine how 10-year-old Theo coped with that.

Blaise speaks up next and explains how he had to go to his mom’s wedding for his 4th stepfather. He seems pretty over the whole stepdad thing, I mean if I had 4 I would be too. Blaise tells us how he got to go on a muggle cruise in the Caribbean. They stopped in the Bahamas and Cuba. He at least seemed very pleased with the trip his stepfather provided.

“That sounds nice Blaise,” I say smiling, my summer was pretty shitty but I don’t think anyone will ask if everyone says theirs first.

“How about yours?” Theo asks, everyone turning to me.

“Oh-ha it was good. Nothing special.” I try really hard not to sound like I’m lying but I think they all see through it.

“No seriously y/n, how was your summer?” Pansy asks her leg nudging mine lightly.

“I don’t wanna talk about it Pans.”

“Oh okay, no problem.” I look away when she says this so I don’t have to make eye contact with any of them. I don’t want to talk about the fight I had with my dad or the situationship I had with my neighbor.

I look out the window for the beginning of the train ride. I look around the cabin and everyone is either entertaining themselves or talking with someone. Mattheo is drawing with headphones on.

I lift my foot and nudge his shin. He looks up and I nod my head toward the cabin door, hinting at him for us to go somewhere else. He nods at me and puts his headphones away. I nudge his shin again and hint at him to bring the headphones.

“I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be back,” I say, standing up and slightly running my hand over Mattheo’s shoulder on my way out. I walk away from the cabin door to be out of sight. I watch as Mattheo gets up without saying anything, sketchbook and headphones in hand.

“What’s up?” He asks following me as I move through the aisle.

“I wanted to be with you one on one, you have a problem with that Riddle?”

“No ma’am,” I smirk when he says that, he’s so sassy. I find an empty compartment (surprisingly) and sit down on the bench to the left of the door, Mattheo sits across from me on the other.

“What were you listening to?” I ask laying my legs out on the bench, sitting sideways.

“Just a mix of mine.”

“I’m asking what song, Riddle,” I smirk at him as he adjusts his position, putting his sketchbook beside him.

“Oh, Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths.” I nod at him and reach to grab his Walkman and headphones.

He lets go of them and lets me put the headphones on, I hit the play button and hear the music through the speakers. The volume is at the highest it could be set to.

“Why do you keep the volume so high?” I ask taking the Walkman off and giving it back to him.

“I don’t know, don’t like hearing anything else. I guess.” He shrugs and puts the Walkman beside him as well. I nod and look at his Converse, there are black drawings on the soles of them.

“What do you draw?” I ask looking back up at him, nodding to his shoes and the sketchbook.

“Not much, just people and landscapes, sometimes random objects.” He shrugs again and looks away from me to his shoes. I can’t tell if it’s out of embarrassment or something else.

“Can I see?”

“What?”

“Could I see your drawings?” I ask again

“Uh sure, I guess, if you want.” He grabs his sketchbook and hands it to me. I open a random page and rest the book on my lap. The page I opened has a bird on it, a raven or maybe a crow. I skip to the next page and see a detailed snake wrapped around an old-looking book. He’s very talented.

“You’re good at drawing.” I look up at him and see the apples of his cheeks turn rosy.

“Thanks.”

“I gotta give credit where it’s due.” I chuckle and move to another page. This one has a girl on it, I haven’t seen her before but I guess it could be anyone since it’s a side profile.

“Do you draw anyone specific?”

“Not really, it’s usually just people I think of in my head. I’ve drawn Blaise and Theo before though.”

“Could you draw me?”

“What?” He stutters in awe

“I asked if you could draw me, if not I get it. I’m not much of a muse but your drawings are beautiful and I’d like to see how you view me. I’ve always wanted to be good at drawing.” I smile at him and hand his book back.

“Um, I’d love to draw you. I could teach you some small things too if you’d like.” I see him get nervous slightly and it makes me laugh lightly.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me Mattheo, I’m not going to bite unless you ask me to.” I joke and give him a playful wink before looking out at the mountains through the window.

“I’m not nervous!” He defends himself quickly and clears his throat. I just give a small laugh and get up to sit next to him.

“I’m not gonna judge you Mattheo.” I move his Walkman and sketchbook before sitting down.

“I know, I never thought you would.”

“I like you. You’re cute.”

“What?”

“You’re sweet, I think you’re cool.” I worded it differently this time realizing that it sounded like I fancied him.

“Oh.” He almost seems disappointed when I clarify myself. I look him in the eyes and this is the closest we’ve been since the beginning of summer. He’s pretty to look at.

He has a scar running across the bridge of his nose and a scar through his eyebrow. I wonder if they have something to do with his dad. I don’t ask because we’re not that close yet and if he wants to tell me he will. I find his scars attractive.

“I like your scars,” I say running my finger over the one on his nose.

“Really?”

“Yeah, they make you look badass.” We both laugh and I trace the other small scars with my finger. There’s one on his cheek and one by his eye. I hope they don’t have anything to do with his dad.

“You’re not gonna ask where I got them?”

“No, because if you want to tell me you will. I won’t push.” He just smiles at me and his big brown eyes almost shine as he looks at me. Our faces are so close his nose is almost touching mine. I clear my throat and move back towards the window.

“We should probably head back.” I hear him say and grab his things.

“Yeah.” I get up and follow him through the train to get back to the compartment. When we get there we see Pansy asleep on Draco’s shoulder and Daphne talking with Theo and Enzo. Blaise and Tom are doing their thing. They all look up beside Pansy when we walk in.

“Where were you guys?” Theo asks moving towards Tom to give me my spot back.

“We took a walk,” I respond, sitting down and smiling at Enzo and Theo.

“Oh okay. Tom told us you listen to the same music as Mattheo.” Draco tells me

“I do, we talked about it when I saw him and Tom over the summer.”

“When were you over during the summer?” Draco asks since they also live in Malfoy Manor.

“It was at the beginning of the summer, my dad had a business deal with your dad so I accompanied him.”

“Oh, I must’ve been with Pansy.” As Draco says that Mattheo confirms and says Draco was with Pansy that day.

“Well, that’s a good thing that someone likes the same things as mattheo,” Enzo says smiling at me

“Whys that?” Mattheo lets out, nudging Enzo with his Converse.

“You get lonely sometimes when we hang out with other people. Like Blaise and Luna, Draco and Pansy.” Enzo responds

“So you’re saying a girlfriend,” I ask Enzo

“Kind of? But you don’t have to date for you guys to be friends. It’s just having someone that’s not us, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” I respond smiling at Mattheo. He doesn't meet my gaze.

“We’ll be at Hogwarts soon,” Blaise says looking out the window. I nod and grab my bag from under the seat to put it in my lap.

****

Sitting in the great hall was always lonely because I’m a Ravenclaw and many Ravenclaws don’t like me because of my father’s reputation. I usually sit by myself since other house students can’t sit with each other. It’s a stupid rule, they want us to connect but we can’t sit together? Make it make sense.

I look up from my spot and look for Daphne and Pansy at their table but instead of seeing them, I see Mattheo looking at me. I give a small wave and a smile. He smiles back and it's the first time I've seen him smile. Seeing it now makes me want to see it all the time, I want him to smile constantly especially if it's at me.

I've always thought most Slytherin Quidditch players were attractive. I guess I never noticed Mattheo’s name and more of him physically. He was always attractive I just didn't know who he was directly other than the second Slytherin Quidditch beater.

I rest my head on my palm and wait for Dumbledore to stop talking and start the feast. The first year sorting always takes about half an hour so we sit here for a while before we even get to eat.

It's really annoying, I just want to eat my favorite meal; pasta with vodka sauce, meatballs, and garlic bread.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and it’s a little girl.

“Hello,” I say giving her a confused smile.

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I get it if you don't want a first-year sitting next to you.” This little 11-year-old girl is asking to sit with me and expects me to say no, she's the sweetest-looking kid ever.

“Of course, you can sit next to me,” I reply, and her face lights up and she sits to my left. “I'm y/n,” I say smiling

“I'm Charlotte.” She gives me a bright smile as Dumbledore finishes his speech and the food appears on the tables. She's so cute.

I scoop myself some pasta and meatballs and put it on my plate, offering some to Charlotte. She agrees and tells me it's her favorite.

“It's my favorite too!” I say grabbing two pieces of garlic bread

“Can I have garlic bread- Thank you!” She asks right as I give her the second piece I picked up.

We eat and chat and she tells me about her younger brothers and how she's a half-blood. I nod along and talk when I should.

While talking about the school and classes, I offer to help her around the castle the first couple of days since it's such a big school.

After dinner, we get up and I show her to the Ravenclaw common room, telling her the classrooms and bathrooms as we pass them. I tell her you have to solve a riddle to open the door to the common room and she seemed nervous about it.

That was until we got to the door and she got the riddle before I did. She laughed at me and I laughed back telling her how smart she is.

Look, I know she's 11 and she's almost a teenager but I don't think treating someone so young like they're already grown up is right. I don't want her childhood to end because people expect so much from her.

I grew up in a household where if you didn't understand what was going on it wasn't going to be baby-fied. You had to figure it out on your own. Now, I don't know how to ask for help or admit that I'm not doing well to other people.

So if I can help this one girl know that it's okay to be childish sometimes I'll be happy. As long as she knows school isn't about just learning, it's about finding out who you are and the people who deserve to be around you. It took me too long to figure that out.

I show Charlotte the dorms and we find hers so I can drop her off and let her unpack, I tell her I'll see her in the common room in the morning before breakfast.

Walking out of the common room I go all the way down to the dungeons, it's a regular thing that Pansy, Daphne, and I celebrate the new school year with each other. They're probably bringing their boyfriends so I guess I could ask mattheo if he isn't going already.

I say the password to the Slytherin common room and walk up to the girl's dormitories. Finding Pansy and Daphne’s I knock and wait for one of them to open the door. Daphne opens it and gives me a hug.

“How was dinner?” she asks me while going back to sit on her bed.

“It was good, I made friends with this little first year in Ravenclaw.”

“Awe is she cute?”

“She is actually. She seems very smart.”

“Wow, shocker,” Pansy says laughing while coming out of the bathroom with wet hair.

“We've been over this Pans, being in Ravenclaw doesn't automatically make you smart.” I roll my eyes and sit on Daphne’s bed.

Pansy just laughs and takes black nail polish out of her bedside table.

“Is Draco and Theo coming to the hangout tonight?” I ask leaning on Daphne’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you gonna ask Riddle to come?” Pansy asks wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“I might, he's cute.”

“And super strong!” Daphne says giggling

“He is strong but he's cuter, drawing and listening to music is so sweet. Boys don't do that anymore.” I say smiling at the ceiling thinking about Mattheo.

“Well you should probably go and tell him now if you want him to come.” Pansy says now applying the nail polish to her fingers and toes. I get up and nod.

“Alright, I'll be back.”

Leaving their dorm and walking to the boys’ dorms feels weird. I never go to boys’ dorms. I've never hooked up with any of the boys at Hogwarts so I don't go to the boys’ side ever.

I look at all the metal nameplates on the front of the wooden doors to each dormitory trying to find Riddle.

“You lost pretty girl?” I hear someone ask behind me. I turn quickly and see Marcus Flint.

“Not particularly, thanks, Flint,” I say turning forwards and returning to look for Mattheo’s name.

I finally find it and knock on the door. I hear shuffling behind the wood and then a muffled “fuck”.

Mattheo opens the door slightly peeking his head out and sees me.

“Oh, y/n, do you need something?”

“I just had a question but if you're busy I could come back.” I say pointing back to where I came from.

“No no, I'm not busy. Give me two seconds I have to put pants on.” I nod and he closes the door. Wait, put pants on? Was he pantless while he opened the door? I feel my face flush and I just look at my shoes until I hear the door open again.

I look up and mattheo is in grey sweatpants and shirtless. My mouth salivates just looking at him, holy shit.

“Alright, sorry about that. Come in.” he opens the door wider and kicks something into the closet beside the door.

“Don't be sorry.” I reply looking around his room. He has a triangular Slytherin flag above his bed and a The Smiths poster next to his desk. I smile as I look at it and then turn towards him and the door. The whole wall is covered in sketches that must be from an old sketchbook of his.

“Oh wow. I love this wall.” I say walking closer to it and looking at all the sketches.

“Thanks, they're old though, from last year and even before then.” I nod to his words and remember what I came here to ask him.

“Oh, right, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Pansy and Daphne’s dorm to hang out for the new school year with us, Draco, and Theo?” I feel my cheeks heat up as I ask him.

“Oh, like as your date?” he scratches his neck and I feel regret seep into my bones.

“Um, not necessarily! Just to hang out if you'd like to. I mean you could consider yourself my date or not it doesn't matter.” My face gets redder with every word I speak. I'm embarrassing myself.

“I would love to be your date for a hang out.” he chuckles and I smile at him

“Oh really? Thank god I was so scared you were gonna make fun of me or something.” I say laughing my anxieties off.

“No, I would never turn down a pretty girl's invite to hang out with her.” I blush as he says this and his smile broadens. I love his smile.

“I adore your smile,” I say slightly tilting my head at him.

“Oh, you do?” he asks, self-consciously.

“I do.” I smile

“Thank you.” his cheeks turn red as well as his neck. I rake my eyes across his body and notice the slight bulge in his pants. Fucking hell. He notices me staring and smirks.

“What's wrong y/l/n?” he taunts, moving closer to me. My face warms and I try not to look back down at his pants.

“Nothing’s wrong Riddle,” I respond, I can feel my thighs rubbing together.

“You sure? Looks like you're a bit… flustered.”

I let out a choked laugh and moved backward into his desk. I grip the edge of the table and make eye contact with him. His already dark eyes have deepened and I could've sworn lust was swirling through his pupils.

“Nope, I'm all good Riddle.” I say, standing up straighter. I'm not going to back out and cower that's not who I am.

“Alright, whatever you say y/l/n,” he responds chuckling, hands in mock surrender.

“Are you doing alright?” I ask back to see if I can give him the same effect.

“As good as new, thanks for asking,” he smirks

“You're sure?” I press

“I mean, I'm a bit warm but that's about it.” his smirk deepens now

“Warm how?”

“I'm warm as in overheating, darling.”

“Ahh, see I'm not hot and I'm in a jumper, you're shirtless, what's making you so warm Mattheo?”

“Well, I have a very sexy woman in front of me and she's not taking a hint so I'm getting a bit impatient.” my eyes widen and my cheeks flush even darker.

“What hint?” I ask

“The hint that I want to bend her over and fuck her right on the desk she's leaning on,” Mattheo says with such confidence that I feel my legs weaken.

“You what?” I whisper, completely stunned

“You need me to repeat myself? Or can I show you what I'm hinting at?”

“You can show me.” I look up at him as he stalks closer to me. His large hand grips my waist and I feel his body heat making me flush even warmer.

“You okay with this?” he asks before going any further. I nod and he shakes his head at me.

“Words darling, I need words.”

“Yes, I'm okay with this.” He smiles and lowers himself to his knees. My eyes widen and my legs unconsciously part for him. He continues to look up at me while he pulls my skirt down as well as my underwear.

While I step out of my skirt and underwear I watch him look down at my vagina as well as my arousal dripping down my thighs. His tongue wipes against his lips and he smiles up at me.

“Can I?” he asks

“Yes, please Mattheo.” I practically whine to him. He immediately moves his face in between my legs and licks a stripe on my folds. I lean my head back and whine out loud.

“Ohh gods Mattheo” I feel my legs buckle and his strong arm wraps around my waist to keep me up.

His tongue splits my folds and goes to my clit, while he smears my arousal around his fingers inch up my thigh, and pokes at my anticipating hole. I look down at him and he's already looking at me.

While he laps at my clit his pointer finger pushes through my hole and straight to as far as his finger could go. I moan and rock my hips against his face, needing the friction. He adds his middle finger and my head indistinctly rolls back against my shoulder.

I feel the knot in my stomach tighten and I know I'm close. I beg Mattheo to go faster and he complies. His fingers squelch while pushing in and out of me. This is the most pleasure I've ever felt, what will it feel like when he's in me?

I'm a whining mess until Mattheo pulls his face back and kisses my thighs.

“Noo, go back!!” I beg and try to push my hips back against his face.

“Patience sweet girl. I'll make you feel good I promise.” I whine and wiggle my hips to make his fingers move in me again.

“Please Mattheo!” I beg him and I feel my eyes well up with tears.

He looks up at me with a frown and stands, pulling his fingers out of me causing me to cry out. He kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. He grasps my waist and picks me up, setting me on his bed.

I look at him and he's untying his sweatpants. Oh, thank god. I tug at his arms and start to wrap them around me. After he's completely bare other than his boxers I lift my blouse up and drop it to the floor.

He moves closer to me and gives me a passionate kiss. While he distracts me he easily unclips my bra and takes it off my arms. Reaching down to put it on the floor he comes back up, hands resting on my breasts. His forefinger and thumb rubbing my nipples between them.

My head leans back while I groan. His mouth comes to my neck and leaves sloppy kisses against it. He starts to suck on my collar bone and I know it's going to leave a mark. To be honest I'm not that upset about that fact.

“Fuck Matt I need you,” I whine grabbing one of his hands off my breast and in between my thighs, trying to relieve the pain of my lust.

“Alright, princess I got you.” his boxers drop, and my hands immediately reach for his cock. While he kisses me again I rub my thumb over his tip to gather his pre cum to lube up his dick. He groans into my mouth and bucks into my hand.

“Fuck, can't take it.” he takes my hands off him and lays me back against his plush duvet. He grips my legs and rests them on each of his shoulders. I see him look around the room and I get confused.

“What are looking for?” I groan, wiggling my hips to his.

“A pillow.” he drops my legs softly and grabs one of his pillows from the top of his bed. He walks back over and puts it underneath my back.

“There.” he says picking my legs back up onto his shoulders and kisses my thighs. I whine again when his tip teases against my clit. I'm getting impatient.

“Mattheo please-” right as I say that he thrusts into me and I feel like I've been split in half. We both let out groans and he leans his head against my thigh.

“Fucking hell,” he moans, sucking onto my thigh

Meanwhile, I'm adjusting to the size of his dick inside of me. I'm panting and watching him suck and nibble on my thighs.

“Move, please” I beg, out of breath, he complies and slowly leaves me before thrusting back into me before I could even register he left me in the first place.

Mattheo sets a quick pace while watching my tits move up and down on my chest. He's mumbling to himself and biting into my thigh until he leans down and takes my left nipple into his mouth. While I'm groaning he takes his left hand and reaches between us to lightly tease my clit.

“Ohhh Mattheo I'm so close!” I whine gripping onto his hair that's in my face. He moves away from my chest and gives me a hasty and wet kiss against my lips.

“Wait baby, can you do that for me?” he asks taking his free hand and pressing down on my lower tummy. His cock bruising my cervix. The action makes me throw my head back and cry out.

“Shhh pretty girl I know I know” he eases upon my clit focusing on his pace and how much aggression he puts into each thrust.

“Can you wait for me, baby?” he asks again, and I nod breathlessly

“Y-es I can, I can,” I whine and reach for him and he picks his hand up from my abdomen and interlaces our hands together.

“Baby, I'm close, where do you want me to cum?” he asks slowing his pace a bit

“I don't care! Anywhere!” I'm so close and him slowing is leaving me on the edge.

“Sweetheart this is your decision.” he's also breathless as he speaks to me

“In me! In me please!” I beg with wide eyes, I feel warm tears run down my cheeks

“Okay, sweet girl.” he fastens his pace and I'm moaning so loudly I already know his dorm neighbors can hear me.

I'm so close, the knot in my stomach quickly coming undone and I squeeze his hand as I cum over his cock. My pussy clenched and it makes him lay his forehead on mine and shoot his load inside of me, painting my walls with a sticky white.

He stays inside of me as we both pant and catch our breath. He's lying on my chest and I can feel his cum dripping down and onto his pillow.

He lifts his head and smiles at me.

“Stay like this,” he demands quietly and pulls out of me, causing me to whine out and he presses a fast kiss on my lips before quickly walking to his desk and grabbing his sketchbook and pencil.

“What are you doing?” I ask sitting up

“No no! I said stay like this!” he pushed me bsck down lightly and sat beside me. He opens his sketchbook and quickly starts to draw.

“Are you drawing me?” I ask incredulously

“Mhm, you're my muse.” he responds without even looking up at me. I feel myself flush at his words and then I feel his cum dripping out and making me sticky and uncomfortable.

“Matty,” I whisper making him look up at me

“Can we clean up first? I feel sticky.”

“Oh shit yeah, I'm sorry.” he drops his sketchbook beside me and rushes to the bathroom connected to his dorm to get a warm washcloth to clean my legs up.

I whine softly at the touch, still sensitive. He shushes me quietly and kisses the bite marks he left on my thighs. They're already turning a dark shade of red.

He fixes himself up and then grabs my underwear and puts them back on me slowly. He walks to his closet and takes out a green Slytherin shirt and asks me to sit up so he can put it on me. I lift my arms and he lets it fall on me. He steps back and mumbles something to himself.

“Hm?” I ask laying back down

“What?” he asks

“What did you say to yourself just now?”

He flushes before saying,

“Oh, I said you looked beautiful in my shirt. You're perfect to be my muse.” I smile and open my arms for him to lie with me. He welcomes my embrace and kisses my neck softly.

“Well, I can pose for you now, if you'd like.”

“Yes,” he says with enthusiasm and moves back to his position from before

We sit there for about 15 minutes in a comfortable silence before he tells me he's finished. He flips the sketchbook for me to see and its probably the most beautiful drawing I've ever seen.

“That's how you see me?” I ask, in disbelief

“Yes, absolutely stunning.” I blush and give him a big kiss on the cheek

“Such a gentleman Mattheo Riddle.” I smile and lean back to lie down on his bed.

“What time do we need to go to Daphne and Pansy’s?” he asks putting his sketchbook away. I sit up quickly with a gasp.

“Oh my god!! I totally forgot!” I say getting up and rushing to put my skirt on.

“Hey hey, it's okay, it's only 10.” I look at him with wide eyes

“We need to go right now,” I say grabbing his hand.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” he asks grabbing my shirt and my bra. I roll my eyes and wave him off

“Why are you acting like I won't be back after the hangout? You don't want me here?” I joke with him but he takes it seriously, eyes going wide and stumbling over his words

“Of course not! I didn't know you'd want to come back!” I look at him and laugh.

“Why wouldn't I want to come back??” I ask in disbelief

He just shrugs and looks away. I pull his arm lightly and remind him we have to go. He nods and we quickly walk to their dorm. We knock on the door and Theo opens it.

“Well well well, look who decided to arrive!” he says opening the door more to show the rest of the group. Daphne looks at the hickey on my neck with wide eyes and gets up to inspect it.

“Umm Mr. Riddle care to explain yourself?” she asks, jokingly

“She's my muse.”

“Your muse?” Draco asks

“Yes my muse, she's the most perfect thing for me to draw.” he smiles holding me close to him while we walk into the dorm.

“I didn't know THE Mattheo riddle had feelings other than anger and boredom!” Pansy laughs at her own joke as well as the others. Mattheo just glares at them and I smile up at him.

“Well, don't let us ruin your fun night! Go have fun, wear protection though!” pansy says getting up and pushing us out of their dorm. She closes the door on our faces and we just look at each other. Mattheo shrugs and picks me up bridal style. I squeal and laugh lightly.

He walks us to his dorm and lies me back down onto his bed against his pillows. He takes the pillow we fucked on and puts it in his hamper. He lies down next to me and pulls me into his chest. I breathe in his cologne and I immediately feel like I'm home.

“Do you feel like you've known me for years or is it just me?” I ask looking up at him.

“No, I feel it too.” he responds kissing my forehead. I feel my eyes get droopy and Mattheo starts to play with the ends of my hair.

“Rest, sweet girl, I'll be here when you wake up” he kisses my forehead again and I feel myself drift off, happy for the first time in a while.

[adickaboutspoons]

Happy sexual Sunday. In honor of Rhys announcing his upcoming substack by pointing at hand-written bulletpoints on a chalkboard with a screwdriver, I want to share the OnlyFans Stede idea that has been in my plot bunny pen for ages, but prolly isn't going to go anywhere. Stede's OF account was set up for him by Lucius, and is completely neutral content of him demonstrating basic auto maintenance and, like, how to tie a fishing lure, and a bunch of other Dad things, and he's completely oblivious to how unintentionally suggestive he's being. Like, he's filming himself working in the garden when it's super hot out, makes a "it's not the heat, it's the humidity" dad joke, strips off his shirt and uses it to mop his brow. He's on his hands and knees, pulling up weeds, and when he manages to pull up a particularly stubborn one, roots and all, kind-of-whispery/grunting-to-himself, "Aww, yeah. That's what you want, baby." Then he sits back and takes a deep drink from his water bottle, and accidentally holds it near his crotch while encouraging his watchers to stay hydrated. Ed is one of his subscribers and finds the whole thing just brain-meltingly hot. Eventually, they accidentally meet IRL, and Ed is trying to be SO COOL and not let it be known that he knows this guy and where from. And then they keep running into one another (by total coincidence - Ed hasn't become a convert to going to the farmer's market instead of just picking shit up from the grocery store on the off (likely) chance of running into Stede while he's there. Not at ALL.), and start becoming friendly. It's during one of these meetings Ed accidentally slips that he's a subscriber. He's mortified. For a moment he thinks Stede is going to get all weirded out. But Stede is just like "Oh! You like the feed? Why didn't you say so?! Always glad to meet my Only Fan!" (Stede has a v. healthy subscribership, but he thinks making the Only Fan joke is Hilarious) Stede asks for his username, and when he tells him, Stede is all "Oh! I know YOU! I can't tell you how much your feedback means to me. Always leaves me feeling all glowy for days!" Ed is all blushy and stammery and, "Uh... yeah, man. Me too." He offers Ed a hug, and Ed is internally combusting. Stede is all "If you've got any ideas for the feed, I'm always open to suggestions. Is there anything you'd like to see me doing?" There are MANY things Ed would like to see him doing. None of which are appropriate to give voice to in a crowded open-air market. Eventually eventually, after many instances where Ed is going crazy trying to figure out if it's a date or just a hang, there would be a v. thorough railing wherein Stede whispers all the tender, affirmational things Ed could ever have wished to hear. So! here's the only bit of it I've actually bothered to write:

The man on the screen smeared a little grease around the tight little hole, then inserted the cylinder into the gap in one smooth, gratifying motion. "There we are," he said, his voice a low, self-satisfied hum, "A nice, tight fit. And doesn't it feel good to do it yourself?"

Ed's breathing picked up pace a little.

"And that's how you replace a spark plug. Nothing shocking about it." He smiled a charming, little shit-eating grin and winked at the camera.

Ed's breath caught in his throat.

"So that's it for this one! Thanks, as always to my subscribers, and a special tip of the hat to this week's new friends," he looked away from the camera and put on a pair of gold wire-rimmed glasses. Ed swooned a little as he read out the names from an actual printed page.

At the end of it, he took off the glasses and looked directly into the camera again, his eyes soft and his smile genuine and kind. "Thank you for sharing this time with me. Lots of love!"

There was nothing explicitly sexual about the CapriSun_Erotica OnlyFans page. In fact, the most shocking thing about it was how roundly wholesome the content was. Just a man and his phone camera and a world of practical advice and dad jokes. An intensely hot man in the tiniest shorts or tightest jeans Ed had ever seen, who seemed allergic to doing up the top three buttons on his shirts, and that radiated so much DILF energy Ed was a little astonished the videos didn't just melt his phone screen. It was the most intensely arousing thing Ed had ever seen.

He eased himself out of his boxers and hit the replay button.

When he had cleaned himself up, he tapped out a quick reply. "Hey DaddyStede, great vid as usual. Really got my motor running. 😘"

[daddiesdrarryy]

‪Lucius: What’s wrong with Draco? He’s been moping in his room for days only muttering about Potter. Is he sick?‬

‪Narcissa: He’s not sick, Lucius. He’s gay‬

‪Lucius: Oh! Is that the ell jee bee tea thing?‬

[greenerteacups]

I love the way your brain works. Thoughts on if there is any reality where canon narcissa or cannon Lucius would disown/disinherit Draco?

Oh okay this is actually such a fun question. Because so much of that answer would hinge on who the next heir of Malfoy is. Does Lucius have siblings? Siblings with children? Second cousins? How distant is the next heir, and are they anything remotely suitable (i.e. have they intermarried with muggles and/or muggle-borns anywhere in their line?) Because the A-case for Draco getting disinherited, as the only viable offspring of two enormous wizarding houses, would be marrying a muggle or perhaps a muggle-born. It's not that it's necessarily the worst thing he could do (even in his parents' eyes!) but it is the only thing that would directly jeopardize the Malfoy line in such a way that makes disinheritance an appropriate solution. Sirius is the only analogy of a disinherited primary heir, but Sirius has a suitable brother and a bunch of closely related cousins, plus he describes himself as "running away" (who knows if that's true). Assuming Draco doesn't do something that clearly breaks with his family, i.e. saying "up yours, mom and dad" and going no-contact, I don't see a disinheritance happening unless he seriously imperils the purity of the line.

But if disinheriting him would give the whole house to a half-blood or (god forbid) someone married to a muggle anyway, there's a good argument that Lucius wouldn't go nuclear, and he'd instead dedicate himself to coming up with legal protections so any muggle or muggle-born wouldn't be able to inherit. My first guess is that Lucius would magically entail the house to the next pure-blood son or daughter of the line upon Draco's death. This is what happened for a lot of historical regency families (it's part of the plot in Pride and Prejudice) to avoid estates passing to women, and by extension, unrelated men who aren't of the family.

The compounding factor is that Lucius and Narcissa do seem to love Draco, and I think would try to avoid anything that would break ties with him, even if he did something they disapproved of. At the point where Narcissa defies the murderous cult leader/demigod breathing down her neck just to see if her son's alive, I think she would do almost anything to keep him in her life (although that doesn't mean she'd be well pleased with him). Lucius is a harder case, because he's a much colder character, but I still think it would be hard for him; he does care for Draco. At the least, he cares enough to go around buying his son quidditch teams and taking him on Evil Field Trips to the Cursed Bargain Shop so they can get some father-son bonding time.

[jadeazora]

Ok, several things!

I like that Sidian, Hamber, and even Coral sense shit stinks about this whole situation and are willing to let Amethio explain himself (at least until Gibeon shuts them down), while Spinel and Chalce, who set Amethio up, lay on those condemnations thick.

Spinel was fine with either option really, Amethio dies, or he manipulates things to make it look like he betrayed the organization.

Gibeon REFUSING to hear his grandson out, saying he's the same (presumably as his father) and that he strayed from the path [by helping Liko and allowing her to leave with Terapagos]. I'm wondering if what caused Amethio's father to leave the Explorers was falling for Amethio's mother and bearing Amethio? (Also, I had a crazy thought of what if he'd hooked up with another of Lucius's descendants--ie, Lucca and Alex. Like, definitely not, they all look nothing alike, but it kinda had me going "wait a fucking second" for a moment lmao) He seemed awfully quick to throw Amethio aside for deviating from the path.

I'm definitely expecting him to start his Zuko arc. Tho more the "reclaiming his honor" earlier parts of it. Kiddo's definitely gonna be fucking up and doubling down trying to get back in Gibeon's good graces. Until something shakes his faith in Gibeon, like learning something HORRIBLE about him, this is all because of Spinel putting him in a bad light. Amethio won't change until the grip his grandfather's got on him is shaken, and it wasn't here imo, he's hurt by Gibeon's words, but they will reinforce his drive to pursue Gibeon's goals.

I wonder when Amethio's dad will show up, like we do need that Armarouge rep to go along with Amethio's Ceruledge. (Or if it'll be something of an Ursa situation, and we only get flashbacks of him.)

Honestly, Ame, it's a toxic family and work situation. He would be better off leaving for good and joining the RVT gang.

[vinylfoxbooks]

25 Days of Jegumas | Day 1 | Day 7 December 8 - Holiday Music | @noblehouseofgay | wc: 657

“We’re home,” Regulus hums, walking into the room with his son in his arms. James doesn’t respond verbally, but there are some sounds coming from the living room, and words that he can’t quite decipher.

There are a myriad of things that Regulus can walk in on with his partner, and most things he has seen already. So he’s not shocked when, of all things, he walks into the living room and James is playing Christmas music loud enough to not be heard from the entryway, but absolutely loud enough for James to be nearly belting too -- which makes sense what he was hearing upon walking into the house. They’re dancing around with a broom, singing into the end of it and twirling around the living room. 

He watches them for a while, smiling gently at their partner’s antics fondly, before he clears his throat to make himself known. James pauses in the middle of their dramatic rendition of White Winter Hymnal to whip themself around to see him, grinning brightly, “Hello the my favourite people in the world.” They do a funny little shimmy dance towards them, bringing their arms to wrap around Regulus’ waist, “My love, light of my life, my star.” They kiss him softly, pulling back and pressing a kiss to a very sleepy Harry’s head, “My world, my baby.” And they bring one of their hands to push little curls out of the way so they can kiss his temple. 

Regulus laughs softly, “You’re in a good mood.” 

They grin, “Christmas music always gets me in a good mood, my love. Was the playdate good?” 

Regulus nods, “Draco is definitely more haughty than Harry, but they warmed up to each other well.” 

“That’s good,” they smile, “It’s been so long since the last time they’ve seen each other. How was Narcissa?” 

“She’s doing well, I can’t tell what’s going on with Lucius, but that’s not my business.” 

They hum, “I see that it tuckered the boy out.” 

Regulus nods, “Mhm, I’m not sure if we should let him nap though, since it’s so close to bedtime.” 

James nods and gently runs their fingers over the little boy’s brow, “We can figure it out. Did you have fun, Haz?” Harry gently nods, eyes lidded with sleep, “Well, we don’t want you going to sleep right now…” they think for a moment before humming, “Do you two want to dance with me?” 

Regulus rolls his eyes but nods, and James moves to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into the center of the living room just as the song switches. Deck the Halls. Where James starts bouncing around and singing loudly, Regulus just bounces a bit, singing as well and trying to keep Harry as awake as possible.

They go through songs like that: You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, Here Comes Santa Claus, Joy to the World, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Up On the Housetop, the list goes on. And eventually Harry begins to perk up, squirming to get out of his dad’s arms and be let down so he can dance as well with the two. They take a break to eat some of the leftovers that Effie left when she came to visit earlier in the day and go back to their listening to music, though they all settle down with a board game that Harry can play.

And when the boy is in bed, after passing out as soon as his head hits the pillow, James and Regulus settle on their couch, the fire roaring. James has turned down their music and switched to the softer Christmas music, playing it low enough that they can hear it but loud enough that it can fill the silence between them. 

“You and your little obsession with Christmas music is something special…”

“Hey, it helped keep our son awake, didn’t it?” They push him with their shoulder.

Day 9

[recreationalfanfics]

Twisted Night At The Museum HCs/Thoughts/Concepts:

These are brain farts but ya'll are making me feel like I have the biggest brain so-

- If the Daley! Reader had a Unique Magic it'd be: "Alive for the Night" where basically any statues on display and stuff can come to life. Including the ones of the Great Seven but they can only do it at night. (Idk if you guys want them to have it or not, ya'll can fight about it in the notes)

- The Daley! Reader was also adopted by Larry after Nicky moved out and became a DJ, Larry is still a super protective father whose very anxious and is looking through various museum archives to figure out if something can be done about his child whose stuck in Twisted Wonderland. He requires you to check the mirror and talk to him at least 4 times a day to know you're alright and if you miss a time, YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE-

- No but parent teacher conferences and you have to hold the mirror so that your teachers can talk to Larry through it.

Larry Daley + His Relationship with the Staff:

- Crowley: No, he's been in this game long enough to know that Crowley isn't trustworthy and while you KNOW he isn't trust worthy, he is the reason that Larry wants you to check in 4 times a day. Crowley tries to paint it like everything is fine and Larry pretends to believe him. Crowley is just a bit off put by Larry because you're already such an odd and resourceful individual, that he can't imagine what your father (the man who raised you) must be like and while he laughs whenever Larry promises to bring you home, Crowley slowly starts to believe him. Like, bro, he deals with a magic tablet and brought a family of old Egyptian pharaohs together, Larry Daley is getting his child back.

- Crewel is the only man in this school that Larry trusts, along with Trein, but Larry does notice that Crewel seems a lot more concerned with your safety and has a soft spot for you. Crewel will also give Larry due respect and while he's not sure about his bland outfit choices, he's very much aware that your father loves and is worried for you and so, Crewel will make sure you are well behaved and taken care off until you're able to reunite. It's bittersweet for him because he does grow to get attatched to you but soon realizes that he's never gonna be your father back home. (SPLIT CUSTODY IS ALL I'M GONNA SAY).

- Vargas: Larry hates him so much. Like in the movies, he's always snarky and closed off from people he dislikes so their conversations are always so passive aggressive. Like, Vargas is all: "Ha, no wonder you look so wimpy! Look at your dad!" and Larry is all: "First of all, they're adopted (but still my kid) so neither of us can really say anything but second of all, I went face to face with a triceratops, so, yeah. Not sure if they have those in your world, but thats pretty impressive." and Vargas just brushes him off and he HATES IT.

- Next is Trein, who is like a strict grandpa to you and one of the other teachers who get along with Larry. As a father himself, he admires Larry trying to protect you as best as he can while he's in a different world, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if his own children where stranded in a place he couldn't protect them in. So yeah, while your dad is awkward, Trein tries to help him out and ease both his and your anxieties. I also can totally see Dexter the Cappuchin Monkey and Lucius fighting across the mirror.

- Sam is one that Larry doesn't see to often aside from Larry trying to find old spells in old archives that require magical ingredients that he doesn't know about so he'll ask Sam about them or see if he can find any suitable substitutes and Sam will do it of course, for a fee. He really admires your dad's dedication but he also admires the relationship and bond you two have. Yeah, you might come into his shop to rant about how protective he is and some other flaws but you love him dearly. Sometimes he'll throw in a few freebies because at the end of the day, you two just want to be with each other again.

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME STUDENTS AND HOW I FEEL LIKE INTERACTIONS WITH THEM WOULD GO.

Now back to some general headcanons:

- Okay so have you guys seen the Stuart Little movies? Where he has a bunch of ladders and stuff around the room because he's small and can't get to places faster, thats kinda what you have to do for Jedediah and Octavius. They sleep on your nightstand after Deuce and Jack either made tiny beds for them or you made them in a wood work class or something.

- I can also totally see that after the first winter break, your first year friends bring back some old childhood toys that maybe Jedediah and Octavius can use to help or to help them travel faster around the campus.

- Deuce brought back an old remote controlled Magic Wheel (the motorcycle thing he likes) and gave it to them so not only can they ride around in style but they also have a tendency to drive recklessly and trip over poor unsuspecting students who are just trying to walk to their class. They'll do it especially if they mess with you.

- Ace brings them back like, tiny weapons from his old toy soldiers and stuff and while they might not do much, he just thinks its so funny how serious Octavius is when he's all: "Thank you, Child of Trappola, for I now have an arsenal to defend Fort Ramshackle!" and Jedediah rolling his eyes.

- You try to keep them on higher ground, especially due to the rats but I love the idea that when you're away on classes and you trust them not to do anything stupid, they're riding around on Grim and throwing toy spears at any rats running around and defending their home. Like to them, it's an intense battle where they could possibly die but to the ghosts, it looks like they're just annoying the rats that they eventually just give up and leave because they're so annoying and rambunctious.

- Out of all of your friends, they like to use Jack as a mode of transportation. After all, he's HUGE and when they sit on his shoulders, they're absolutely amazed by how much they can see. Jack tries his best to remember they're on his shoulders but if a class is really boring and he forgets, he'll lean on one shoulder which causes them to lose balance and almost fall but hed got quick reflexes and apologizes to them.

- THE WAY EPEL AND THEM WOULD GET ALONG. Like, Epel will walk in all roughed up because he got into a fight and walk past you to rant to Jedediah and Octavius and talk about how some kids were picking on him for being cute and little and Jed and Oct are all: "YA BETTER HAVE SHOWN 'EM THAT WHAT FOR!" and Epel is all: "COURSE I DID!" and you just sigh because you know that Vil is gonna ask to keep Epel away from your "little raggedy friends".

- BELIEVE IT OR NOT, SEBEK ACTUALLY RESPECTS YOUR LITTLE CREW. Especially after he finds out you want to be a Night Gaurd and mistakes your words and believes that you come from a family of noble gaurdians who keep the ancient relics of your world safe (which is kinda true but its not that dramatic) and when he sees you defend yourself with a mere flashlight, you become his idol.

- IN NIGHT OF THE MUSEUM TWO, THERE'S THIS SCENE THAT FITS PERFECTLY WITH YOU AND SEBEK FIRST MEETING, HERE'S THE LINK BUT GO TO 1:57 BUT THAT'S HOW I IMAGINE YOUR FIRST MEETING WITH SEBEK GOES.

You, whispering as your faces are squished together: "Listen, fae boy, you do not know who you're dealing with. I've seen things in my world, stuff you can't even imagine."

Sebek, whispering back: "Like what kind of stuff?"

You: "I'm not gonna tell you, but you're gonna drop your sword-"

Sebek: "The way you said it just made it sound like you were gonna say something really cool-"

You: "Yeah, you don't get to hear it, drop the sword-"

- OKAY BUT YOU BEING DEEMED THE NIGHT GAURD OF NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE. Like idk, maybe you don't need as much sleep as everyone or during weekends, you just hibernate and then survive on naps and energy drinks throughout the week (it's such an unhealthy habit, all of the Dorm Leaders are concerned and Vil might trick you into drinking a sleeping potion if your eyebags get too prominent) but I love the idea that the bullying rates go down. Hell, even the Savanahclaw dorm kids don't try to start with as many fights with you around because they know you'll finish them with your flashlight. Like they're all cornering you and you blind one of them temporarily before you do some cool fighting moves. Your quick wit and training as a night gaurd is the only thing you've got to give you an edge in this world and by God are you gonna use it.

-And even if that fails you, you've got friends who've got your back. Like you get cornered by some bullies and then they feel something stab their feet and Jed and Octavius are bravely stabbing their shoes and the students are hopping around in pain.

- But yeah, the Night Gaurd in you just makes you walks around Night Raven College and look at all the various statues and history and you read and do your research on Twisted Wonderland.

- Like in the first movie, the thing Larry did after his first wild night at the museum was do research and by God, do you dedicate yourself to doing research on Twisted Wonderland and the study of magic.

- ALSO MALLEUS JOINING YOU DURING YOUR LATE NIGHT PATROLS OF YOUR SCHOOL GROUNDS and telling you everything there is to know about the magic here. You know how Ahkmenrah calls Larry "Gaurdian of Brooklyn"? I feel like instead of Child of Man, Malleus would call you "Gaurdian of the Night" because you tell him that's your dad's job and you want to fill in his shoes.

- MALLEUS AND SEBEK TRYING TO GET YOU TO JOIN HIS GAURDS BUT YOUR DUTY IS TO EVERYONE BUT HE'S ALL: "You know, just in case you might have to stay for longer, there will always be a spot in my court for you. As either my gaurd or my spouse-"

- "What was that last part?"

- "What?"

Feel Free to Send in any Thoughts/Asks/or Questions about this AU!

[ofmdrecaps]

12/15-16/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR: David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Nathan Foad; Leslie Jones; Vico Ortiz; Samson Kayo; Kristin Schaal; Madeleine Sami; Guz Khan; Adopt Our Crew and Save Queer Stories; Fan Spotlight: TinyCrewBigRaffle Updates; Our Glad Means Fanfiction; Never Left Podcast; OFMD Advent Calendar; Loves Notes;

= David Jenkins =

Annnnnnd Chaos Dad is back to his old vendettas against cats!

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= Rhys Darby =

Rhys was featured in Beat Magazine for his upcoming tour!

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= Taika Waititi =

Taika out in AUS or Aotearoa!

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= Nathan Foad =

Nathan shared this video made by ourflagonmax about Lucius.. with the message "miss him :')". We do too Nathan!! I attached the video down below!

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= Leslie Jones =

Leslie is currently in Italy! She's been posting great videos that you can check out on her Instagram!

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= Samson Kayo =

Some more Samson out Behind the Scenes of the F1 movie!

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= Vico Ortiz =

Tale of the Transcestors was live for 12/12 - 12/14! There were so many amazing photos taken, check them out below!

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= Kristen Schaal =

Now I don't feature her too often, but I thought it'd be a good idea for this recap because Kristin Schaal (aka Antoinette from The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, and you may also recognize her as Mel from Flight of the Conchords!) was a big part of the What We Do In The Shadows TV Show which had its finale on the 16th!

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= Madeleine Sami =

In case you hadn't heard, Deadloch Season 2 is wrapped! Look at these lovely ladies! Can't wait for the next season!

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= Guz Khan =

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== Adopt Our Crew - Save Our Queer Stories ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew shared the initiative of @savequeerstories! Want to help support our cancelled show (or so many others that were cancelled prematurely) their carrd has some great ways to help! https://actforqueerstories.carrd.co./#action

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Buys Boats =

Some more updates from our friends @ofmd-buys-boats!

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= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

A new podfic episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction is out --"Up, Down, Turn Around" by Shearwater, and read by Andrew. According to OFMFF, this Andrea's first podfic!

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= Never Left Podcast =

New episode of Never Left! This week they're talking about Art! There are some supportive visuals to check out as well!

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= OFMD Advent Calendar =

Another set of Advent Calendar doors by our sweet TillyChMo on @ofmdadventcalendar.bsky.social! The 9th Door Features the fantastic @inkirtis!

The 10th Door features the glorious @clairegregoryau!

The 11th Door features the very sweet @cufeilidh!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies, things have been a bit crazy with the holidays going on! Will be catching up as I can-- hope you all are staying safe out there! I am trying to get two recaps out tonight, so this first one will be some other folks love notes for ya <3 Take care!

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