#tom hiddleston fan fic

[chantsdemarins]

😅Real Villain Training [Tom Hiddleston circa 2012 X Fem.Reader]

Chapter three of Breath of the Æsir is almost here. I’m SO sorry for the wait! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a very brief Tom story...

Honestly, I pledged to myself, no more Tom stories just focus on Loki. But I think I just can't help it. Especially when slutty inspiration like this photo comes my way (@lokischambermaid and @lokisgoodgirl 😳)

I am humbled by this era of Tom. In 2024 he is a husband/father/seasoned iconic actor in perpetual good cheer, but in 2012, he was a bad boy. As always please reblog and comment if you feel inspired!

Summary: Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵).

Smut factor: I hope...HOT 🔥

(Authors note: I have no concrete proof he was in fact a bad boy so please don't take seriously my young Tom plot themes of drugs and sex, which once again appear here. I could be totally wrong about him. It's art! It's a fabrication! Also, this story does involve mental health!)

I also don't know who would want to be on a tag list for a Tom fic these days! These are a few people who might be interested?? @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @mrs-illyrian-baby @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @tbhiddlestan83 @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger @kikster606 @mjsthrillernp @hiroyukinasukawa

Los Angeles, 2012

That afternoon, the rooftop pool at the Saint Avalon was a pink swirl of bathing beauties in early spring. Tom tried to focus on his deadpan conversation with his agent, but polka dots and silly cocktails danced around him. He pushed his Ray-Bans back into place, his sweat—or perhaps nervousness—causing them to slowly slide off his nose.

"Serious British actor succumbs to being typecast as a Norse sociopath. That's where this is headed, Tom, if we don’t do something, get you something else.” “Do you really want to be known only for Marvel?” he repeated his plea. The words just weren’t sinking in.

Tom laughed and inadvertently tried to change the subject. "Have you been to the La Brea Tar Pits yet, John? It’s wild—10,000 years' worth of dire wolf bones.”

His stare remained galvanized by the poolside girls. They just didn't look like that in London. Number one, the sunshine. Number two, the tans. Number three, well, his girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend, rather—made it hard to look too long at anyone else. So had he ever found himself at a rooftop pool party, he wouldn't have had the chance he was having now.

“Tom, are you paying attention? This is important. You're only here for a week, and we need to move on this role. I need to know if you're a yes.” The truth was, Tom was suddenly filthy rich with his own money for the first time in his life. He really loved being a Norse sociopath and already had big ideas for Loki’s eventual character arc into becoming an anti-hero someday. He had filled three journals on his bedside stand with his ideas for Loki.

His agent tried again, “Just hang out with Giorgio. It’s less than a month. Then the movie should be a very easy shoot. You get to embed yourself with some real hedge fund cats.” Tom’s attention snapped back. “Wait, I like that.” “Right? It’s like if Loki worked on Wall Street.” “Well…” Tom hesitated. He didn’t think Loki would actually ever bore himself that way. Those guys were boring to Tom and to Loki.

His poor agent was right, though. He did need another role. Things had gone so well; filming for the next Avengers movie was starting this summer. If he could find another gig, a time filler, a totally different genre, it really would be the best for his career. “Then a play next,” the agent mused, taking a sip of his own cocktail. “Shakespeare, or something 70s.” “70s? As in the 1570s? Or the 1970s?” “Tom.” “How should I know?” Tom laughed to himself, eyes still canvassing the poolside display around him. His agent leaned across his lawn chair and placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “So, you’ll do it?”

Two Weeks Later

Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the dissociation required for the job. He was too corporeal, too embodied. Years of being a long-distance runner and a trained athlete had fastened his mind, heart, and soul firmly into his muscles. He clearly wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings in his highly emotive, sensitive body. That was the first thing he noticed about the guys he was forced to hang out with for this role. They were covered up with their suits and sexist jokes. It was like they had Hadrian’s Wall around them. Which was, in fact, what exactly led to his sudden departure from the bar at Rue 23.

He had been embedded with short and loud Glen, buzz-cut Ellis, and the tall and lanky, just like him, Brad Nelson. There were a few others, but they were too milquetoast to be memorable. Role be damned. He left so fast the thick glass door almost hit a nice young couple as he bolted into the cold Los Angeles spring night.

He wasn’t dressed right; in his haste to leave London, he didn’t remember that California got into the 40s after the sun went down. He didn’t even pack a suit coat. Thank God he remembered to grab his leather pack from under the bar. It contained exactly five cigarettes, a finicky Zippo, his aftershave, a white t-shirt, and a travel toothbrush. There might also be a rolled-up Popular Mechanics magazine from the Burbank airport, something he never would be caught dead reading at Heathrow.

He also hadn’t done so much coke since he was in college. Why was LA always so incredibly cliché? He couldn’t blame Luke. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for this role. He said yes when he was distracted. He was in over his head. They had hired these real blokes to make sure Tom looked authentic when they started filming next month, and given his intense drive for perfection, he had agreed that it was “brilliant” of the casting director to force the eight of them to spend these weeks in Los Angeles and one week in Manhattan, in a true immersive centrifuge of shallow materiality.

The night spun around him, a neon ball of yarn, teasing open his pupils until his eyes were black and not at all blue. As he walked, he ran his large hands down the surface of his body, the material of his shirt feeling like a fancy pillowcase from a boutique hotel.

One finger lingered over his jawline, tracing it as he brought his hands back up to his face. Engrossed in the comfort of his form a moment too long, he was distracted once again. This part of LA seemed to always be full of clusters of locals and tourists, laughing and talking. He was unfortunately moving against the flow of the crowd, a wayward salmon when he almost ran straight into you.

“Watch where you're going!” you yelled, dropping your purse onto the dirty LA sidewalk. It opened enough for your things to tumble out. Tom immediately stopped and bent down to help you, but you batted his hands away. “What the hell? I can pick up my own damn Chapstick,” you scolded. “Ma’am, I am so sorry, I am obviously not from here, and I am a little overwhelmed,” he rattled off. “Why is that obvious?” “My accent, of course.” “I didn’t honestly notice,” you spoke as you inspected the tall man’s face with squinting eyes.

You, of course, did immediately notice the timbre of his voice, his height, and the buttons on his tight shirt which looked like they were in the process of unbuttoning themselves. “Would you believe I’ve been doing coke all night with a bunch of Wall Street assholes at the Rue 23, and I had to get the fuck out of there,” he continued, not sure if you were listening, but you were definitely looking at him, so he continued.

“So now I am wandering the streets of Beverly Hills, and I haven’t the foggiest how the rest of my night will go.” You shuffled your feet for a moment before speaking. You had been heading home after a long day at work. You felt genuinely unprepared for navigating a handsome foreigner in the right direction. Yet there was a certain appeal to a man suddenly without his ship or his crew, so to speak. So you didn’t immediately walk away.

He had been shuffled from the airport to the bar in a hired car, he tried to explain, and his sense of direction bordered on problematic. Further, his flip phone was really only good for texting, and that even took way too long most days. He really did seem high, overwhelmed, and a little lost. He also seemed the type unable to handle any silence in a conversation.

“Do you live far?” he said after suffering through 30 seconds of no discourse. “It’s LA, everything is far.” “Fair enough,” Tom muttered sheepishly, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, which were still somehow unbuttoning themselves. He thought he had bought the right size shirt. Maybe not.

You realized that if you were to ask this too-high, too-hot British man back to your apartment, you would inevitably cave and end up sleeping with him just because he caught you in this particular moment of your life. It was an in-between time. You weren't quite your old self and your new self that you'd been working so hard on, hadn't emerged yet.

“Want to grab something to eat?” You finally offered a neutral segue. That seemed to be just what the man needed to hear. His demeanor calmed. “Oh sure, yes, I could go for a big American cheeseburger, honestly.” “Okay then, let’s go to Patty’s on Vine, we can walk,” you said as you pulled at his shirt to turn him toward the right direction. He bristled at the feeling of your touch.

His whole body was even more sensitive than usual. You looked like the queen of the ancient British Iceni to him. In truth, he didn’t much care for the California look. He loved that you appeared out of nowhere and you looked like Boudica, not like Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though he was sure he heard she was nice. RDJ seemed to really love her.

The diner where you were headed was the second-tier after-hours hang, so it wasn’t populated with the usual crowd, not yet at least. You had some time before you would be inundated, and perhaps before someone would recognize him, which you still did not. You could ask him, of course. Although, sometimes in Los Angeles, the worst part is knowing who someone is.

Although Tom being Tom was unable to resist personal questions. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, just a little,” he had to ask as the night air propelled him quickly down the sidewalk. You considered telling him about your job, but it was just how you paid the bills. Your passions were your passions and not for a stranger. So you decided to be a little goth. It couldn't hurt.

“I have something like anhedonia, I suppose,” you finally said. Tom seemed to know what you meant right away. “The inability to feel?” He spoke. “More classically refined, which results in numbness, making capturing interior somatic sensations nearly impossible,” you clarified. “Sounds like you are depressed,” Tom flattened out your creative retelling of your current state. “Maybe,” although you weren't sure of his simple label. "You think it will pass?" Tom continued, ever the optimist.

You considered one way to try and test if this state you'd been in could possibly change, would be to see if he could provoke feelings of passion or at least some kind of low-grade horniness. You’d been feeling functionally blank for a while now.

He was stunning, after all.

He seemed game for anything, his amphetamine grin taking up the majority of his handsome face. He looked so lovely under the hanging light in your dingy booth. You ate the two-egg special you ordered and watched him devour his American cheeseburger with genuine joy.

“So, you're here to practice for a new part?” You sincerely tried to keep the conversation flowing despite the growing desire to test your theory. “Yes, they want me to branch out. In my career, there’s the fear I am already 'type-casted,' I guess you could say.” “Type-casted? So early on?”

He looked young to you. Possibly younger than you actually. “Yes, I had a big role as a villain, it really blew up, but, he's like a mythological comic book one. I am misunderstood mostly. I mean my character, not me.” "Sure." You nodded in understanding and agreed even if you didn’t quite pick up what he was putting down. You wondered if he had ever seen 'The Last Starfighter.' A favorite movie of yours, you rarely shared with anyone else. Or had he been in that? Your mind wandered. You really didn't recognize him, but you also didn't want to offend him by this fact.

“So how would this role be redefining your abilities? If you are playing a heartless hedge fund dude, isn’t that also a kind of villain? Maybe that is why you got this part.” Tom pondered your insight. He again fell into overthinking and was only a text away from bailing on the entire endeavor. He was becoming that kind of guy, emotionally uneven under his elite veneer.

“I guess they feel like I don’t have the chops to be a 'real world' baddie.” “I needed more practice.” “You don’t?” you said very timidly, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You gently pushed your plate aside so you could focus.

You realized his bromance compadres would find him eventually. Another LA truth: it was hard to get truly lost for long. You had been studying his face during the conversation. His pale complexion was slowly becoming flushed in small increments. Was it shyness or a hidden boldness he was bursting to demonstrate, you couldn't tell.

You had worn your espadrilles today, maybe it wasn’t the right season yet, but they always went so well with your outfit-a flowery dress from H&M. Gently and playfully, you kicked one of them off your foot, making a soft thud. Tom dipped his eyes beneath the table for only a moment and brought them back to you, a new flash of crimson emerging. Why were you taking off your shoes? Maybe your feet hurt from the walk?

He picked up his water and chugged almost all of it.

Your right leg lifted up and found purchase exactly between his, landing on the soft seat. Tom chuckled nervously and grabbed your foot. “Just what are you doing?” “I thought you were in training to be a real villain. Or did I misunderstand that?” You teased. Tom’s sincerity and earnestness were effulgent. “Oh no, I am, I really want the part, I need this role.” Suddenly when the idea of something illicit going on beneath the table loomed, he was not reticent about this new role. “Then you better continue to practice.” You laughed, your own smile forming across your face. “How long do we have until they find you?” You inched your foot closer to his crotch.

Tom took a deep breath in and pulled out his flip phone eyes squinting, trying to see the rectangle text banner across the tiny screen. He held the phone up to you. “Can you read this at all?” You grabbed it from him, feeling his hand shaking a little. It was charming. He was nervous.

You read the tiny screen aloud, “Not really, something about where are you at…you wanker, we are about to call your agent." It did say exactly that, and you wondered if possibly Tom was throwing away this role. Were you watching him collapse his career before your eyes? “Are you one for self-sabotage Tom?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe no one had asked him so bluntly. “Maybe,” he said after a long minute of typing something on the seemingly minute phone with his long fingers and even larger hands. “Just like I am possibly depressed," you offered. He looked up and sat his phone down. “Yes, I think so. Just like that.”

Incoming

Just then the waitress came by filled your water glasses and gave you another quick refill of coffee. Your chosen sobriety was a strange foil to Tom’s imbibed stimulant cocktail which showed no sign of waning. “So, are we on?” He finally said after biting his bottom lip, for what seemed like a year, until it was slightly puffy.

“For what? A staring contest?” You offered, laughing nervously too, your foot still stationed between his thighs. You wondered what you could accomplish at this hour with the looming threat of an incursion at any moment.

The glimmer in his dilated orbs registered that Tom was now aligned in a mission of testing the perpetuity of your anhedonic state. Suddenly under the table, you felt his long legs spread yours apart, like opening a long-closed window that had been painted over.

You gasped but didn’t say anything. He laughed and widened his legs further. You moved your eyes to watch him under the table, his hand reaching down to adjust his cock, which was obviously becoming hard.

At that moment you wanted to jump over to his side of the booth, you wanted to concede and take him to your far away apartment in embarrassing Marina Del Rey.

Tom went silent and finally let go of your bare foot, he had been holding it so hard with his other hand, that you were sure it would be bruised. You immediately placed it on his now impossibly hard cock, tenting his pants obscenely. Honestly, you’d never given a “foot job” before and only seen something like this in a French film once. You had no idea what you were doing.

You slowly began to move your foot up and down his length, which was quite impressive and required more force than you had anticipated. You curled your toes around him to try and create more friction, dragging your heel just at the base.

You placed your hands on the edge of the diner seat so you could put some real weight into getting him off. That seemed to work, and Tom let out a guttural moan. He quickly grabbed your water glass and drank it in addition to his own.

“Should I stop?” You let yourself wonder out loud. “Are you crazy? No.” Was Tom’s quick reply. “Does this feel good?” “Fuck yes.” His voice was breathy, and he shifted in his seat, daring to look around at the customers, but none showed any sign of noticing anything other than themselves. “But this isn’t fair,” he spoke again softly, panting. “How so?” “Because I am um, I am receiving.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a selfish cold surface-level junior business asshole?” “Yes.” “Then this is what they do, they get foot jobs in diners, amongst other perks of course,” you laughed. “Shit, you’re right,” Tom barely squeaked out.

Just then the diner door opened, and you could see the dim faces of the guys he had been partying with. They finally found him. “Don’t look now but your Republican friends have arrived.” Tom’s flush became pale. “Should I stop?” You checked in again. “No.” His response was as clear as mid-day.

So, you increased your speed, you took a deep breath. You were so turned on at this point. You were positive there would be a wet spot on the cracked vinyl seat. You lifted your skirt up further. Tom noticed and peered beneath the table again. He saw your hand brush past your underwear and a finger curl inside the lace trim. You matched his erratic breathing to your motions as you fucked yourself intently. His eyes were glued to you, his fists almost punching into the flimsy placemats. You laughed to yourself about the chances of you both coming in public, surely, he wouldn’t, or you couldn’t.

You were about to mention that perhaps you should stop. When suddenly Tom let out a muffled cry. His breath hitched. You could feel moisture beneath the bottom of your toes as you brought your foot back to the tip of his generous cock once more. “Ah, I see,” you laughed. "Well looks like we are done here." There was no more time to discuss what just happened. The bros had spotted him and you and made their way to your back corner.

Tom closed his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life. The short blond one with cropped hair spoke up, “Hiddleston, where the fuck have you been, your agency was about to call the cops, which would have been lame.”

“Hiddleston,” you said his surname out loud. Realizing you never got his last name. Tom looked at you with both lust and remorse. Then turned back to the assholes. “You found me, good work,” he said assuredly. “Well we gotta go dick we have a strip club that closes at 3am and it’s in the contract that we take you there.”

Tom slowly got up and used one of his long fingers to expertly untuck that white button-down shirt to conceal the mess you had both made. He looked your way, the pale blue of his eyes returning.

You exchanged numbers for the pleasantry of it, as the assholes looked on impatiently, probably wondering why Tom was wasting his time on a girl who looked like Boudica, but that's just what assholes do you remembered. Although you really didn’t expect to hear from him again. To your surprise right before dawn, perhaps as he was leaving said strip club, a text came over your Blackberry.

“I hope you felt something, I know I did.” Shit.

You did feel something, a lot of things actually. Tom had brought something back to the solemnly plain bagel of your life. You quickly wrote back.

"Don't let the bros see you texting me Tom, you laughed knowing he was probably squinting and barely able to see your words. You picture all of them looking over his shoulder.

"They went home. Can I come over? I feel like we aren't done quite yet. My asshole-in-training self expires at sunrise and I turn back into the real me. Is that okay?" You blinked a few times just to make sure you saw that correctly. "So you're actually Cinderella," you laughed nervously.

You managed to type your address and push send before pulling your covers over your head and screaming quietly enough to not wake up your still-slumbering roommates. You then looked around your room in quiet delightful horror, you had about 30 minutes to hide all your dirty clothes from the past three months under your bed...

[msilwrites]

Make Him Regret, Chapter 3 - Conclusion

A/N: Chapter 3 is up, this is the conclusion of the story. There might be a continuation/sequel but it will have a different title and would pick up from where this story left off. This chapter has smut, so I do hope you enjoy!  Tag: @milady-hiddleston, @miruwen, @leah-halliwell92  Sorry if I was unable to find the others, tumbler couldn’t find you :( One more thing! You can also find the story in AO3!

EDIT:  If you want to read the previous chapters here they are here; ONE - Social Media Stalker TWO - Dark Eyes

THREE  Conclusion

Vivienne walks to the wooden dock and looked around to find a few people, taking a late afternoon swim. It wasn’t the season where there are many tourists, which explains the almost empty shore.

She hesitated to remove her skirt wrap for a while, as she felt that her bathing suit looked a little skimpy. Earlier, Mildred who claims to be her ‘stylist’, forced her to wear the swimwear. But looking around, most of the female swimmers wore a skimpier swimwear than her. With a bit of hesitation, she jumps into the cool crystal clear waters of Loch Lomond followed by a big splash, and dove underneath, before rising to the surface once more.

She let herself float, and looked at the blue sky and its white clouds. She felt relaxed and contented, no worries crossing her mind, especially painful thoughts about Tom.

She swam back and forth, near the mid part of the lake and back to the dock. When she finally grew tired of swimming, she swam back to the dock and picked up her things, before heading back to her lodge.

Upon reaching her front door, she quickly entered the room and clicked the lock closed. Proceeding to take off her wet swimwear, she stopped and when she turned around, she found an unexpected face inside her room.

“Don’t stop now... I was enjoying it...”Tom said playfully, and this made Vivienne’s brows furrow. How dare he show up here, when he was the cause of all this trouble.

“What are you doing here Tom? how the hell did you get in here?! This is a private lodge!” she demanded an answer.

“I wanted to see you and talk to you...” was his reply.

“Couldn’t this wait until I reach London?!”

“No...”

With a sigh of resignation, Vivienne opens the door, prompting him to get out. “Would you please leave my room, and wait for me in the living room? I need to bathe and change clothes!”

“Go ahead... it’s not as if I haven’t seen the rest of you...” was his cool reply.

Now Vivienne was fuming mad, how dare he turn up here, after everything he had done to her. She rubbed her forehead in frustration. “I can’t do this right now... I don’t want to listen or fight with you. I’m on this vacation to unwind, and you’re ruining it!” she sighed and looked back up at him. “You should go, I still love you Tom, but everything is different now. So... just leave.”

“You’re right,” he slowly sauntered towards her direction. “Everything is different now, but you still love me...” his mouth curved into a grin.

He leaned down and softly kissed her on the lips, whilst his hand cupped her face. 

She shivered at his touch that wracked her body. She used to love the feeling that he gave her. However, things are different now. Despite that, she had never been good at turning down seduction from him, and now that he has approached her again, all of her desire for him felt like it was about to explode any moment now. 

His kisses were intoxicating, and she was awash with the drunken feeling. He stopped kissing her and grabbed her hand, pulling her back into her bedroom. 

She tried to protest once more, jerking her body out of his grip. But her words got caught in her throat, as he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall.

His hands slid up her waist to have a feel of her bare skin. She gasped into his mouth, every nerve responding to him. She hadn’t been touch for months now, but it wasn’t just that. 

“T-Tom...” she breathed against his lips.

“Tell me to stop, and I will, but you want this. I want this.”

“I...” she didn’t have the words to respond. She didn’t know what she wanted. Everything was so confusing. She still loves him and wants him, but she felt so conflicted. 

“I’ve thought about doing this for weeks...” he kissed her neck and squeezed her arse. “I missed how you tasted, how your skin felt against mine, how it would feel like to have you again,”

His lips engulfed her lower lip and sucked on it. The sensation was too much for her as she closed her eyes and let into her emotions. Vivienne groaned slightly as she opened her mouth to give him better access. Intensifying the searing kiss. 

She could feel a groan of approval from Tom, knowing that he too had missed her taste just as much as she had missed his. His hand reaches from her knee, giving it a prod, and lifted it, pushing her up against the wall.

When Tom finally broke the kiss and pulled back, he found himself breathing heavily. Vivienne watched as his chest rose and fall, as her own breath came in pants. Her lips felt tender and swollen, in the best possible way. 

“Tom...” she whispered, her body still held against the wall by him. He trailed one long finger across her lips, and it felt so good to her. 

She chided herself for being so weak, as her heart was dangerously close to betraying her again. Her head was screaming warning signals that were going unnoticed.

 Her swimwear quickly came undone, as Tom pulls the strap down, and cupped her soft warm breast in his large hands. Rough hands pulled the rest of her swimwear down, as she wriggled out of it. 

He pauses for a while and unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off.  She looks at him admiringly before he took hold of the of her head, and pulled her to meet his mouth, for a long, slow kiss. 

Tom carried Vivienne to the inviting bed, their eyes locked in a battle of desire and uncertainty. Vivienne's heart raced, torn between the hurt of the past and the lingering yearning. Tom's gentle touch sent shivers down her spine, heightening her senses.

In the dimly lit room, Tom laid Vivienne down, their connection palpable. The air was filled with a mix of their shared history and the intoxicating scent of desire. Vivienne's emotions swirled within her as Tom's hands explored her body with tender urgency.

Their bodies entwined, passion igniting. Vivienne grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between surrendering to pleasure and guarding her wounded heart. The soft brush of Tom's lips against her neck elicited a sigh of longing and apprehension. Their movements synchronized, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure, as they became lost in a whirlwind of sensations.

"I love you, Vivienne," he whispered with every deep thrust, igniting a fire within her. She yearned to reciprocate, but her voice eluded her. Tom's ardor left her body wrecked, clinging to him as he ravished her. They moved together, their bodies sliding and entangling, strands of wet hair sticking to their flushed faces. Amidst this whirlwind of desire, she lost herself, unsure if the moisture on their skin was his sweat, hers, or a sensuous fusion of their shared fantasies. The room resonated only with the rhythmic collision of their bodies. She tightened her legs around his back, urging him deeper, while his primal grunts reverberated through the air. Just as he teetered on the edge of losing control, he descended to her neck, suckling her sensitive flesh, sending intoxicating shivers down her spine.

That final act unleashed a torrent within Vivienne, propelling her over the precipice of pleasure. Ecstasy coursed through her body, her eyes rolling back, back arching, and her inner walls clenching around his slick shaft, drenched in their combined essence. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, obliterating her sense of time and self, immersing her in euphoric oblivion. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was, who lay atop her. Then, she felt him quiver, succumbing to his own release, his cry of pleasure mingling with her name. Oh, Tom, she whispered within her mind as he spilled his essence deep inside her, thrusting fervently until his body finally stilled, collapsing onto hers in a beautiful mess of passion.

They remained entwined, his face buried in her fragrant tresses, their bodies fused together. Vivienne listened as their breaths gradually steadied, matching the rhythm of their hearts. She planted tender kisses along the contours of his face, his gaze locking with her own, their eyes an interplay of stormy gray meeting azure.

"I love you too, Tom," she murmured, her voice a caress as she admired the strands of her hair cascading over his handsome countenance. He leaned in, meeting her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The fervor of their earlier passion had dissipated, replaced by a gentler intimacy. Their lips trembled against each other, conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions. Tom rose, extending a helping hand to Vivienne. Her weakened state rendered her unable to walk, but he effortlessly lifted her, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the sanctuary of her bathroom. With each step, desire and regret entwined within her, weaving a tapestry of longing and consequence, underscoring the weight of her decision to succumb to his seductive allure once more.

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As the early evening cast its gentle glow upon the room, Vivienne stirred from her slumber. The memories of their passionate encounter in the bathroom and their subsequent lovemaking in the bed lingered, veiled in the intimacy of tangled sheets. Sitting up, she surveyed Tom's handsome face, framed by tousled hair, and his lean, muscular form, the sheets loosely draped around his waist. He slumbered peacefully, unaware of the conflicted emotions coursing through her.

Now fully awake, Vivienne placed her palm against her temple, a wave of regret washing over her. She acknowledged her own vulnerability, chastising herself for succumbing to his seductive allure once again. With a sigh heavy with resignation, she resolved to gather her thoughts and swiftly proceeded to the bathroom, tidying up her disheveled appearance and dressing herself.

As Vivienne moved about the room, combing her hair and delicately spraying perfume, she sensed Tom's gaze upon her. Turning her head, she caught him propping himself up on an elbow, watching her with a familiar appreciation. In that moment, she could feel the weight of their shared history and the magnetic pull between them. His disheveled dark blonde hair and sleepy yet alluring face stirred a longing within her, but she quickly averted her gaze, determined not to succumb to his irresistible allure once more.

With each passing glance, Vivienne felt a mix of conflicting emotions, an internal battle between desire and self-preservation. Though Tom's presence still held a captivating charm, she steeled herself against his seductive aura, knowing the risks that lay in giving in to their shared passion once again.

As Tom got out of bed, Vivienne was taken aback by his nakedness, causing a brief moment of surprise to course through her. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, a tender gesture that stirred conflicting emotions inside her. With a warm smile, he assured her that he would quickly retrieve his clothes from his room and join her shortly for dinner.

Vivienne observed as Tom gracefully moved around the room, picking up his discarded clothes from the floor. Her gaze fixated on his strong physique, the play of muscles beneath his skin, and the air of confidence he exuded. A part of her yearned to pull him back into their shared desires, but she resisted the temptation, reminding herself of the complexities that lay beneath their passionate encounters.

Determined in her resolve, Vivienne composed herself, patiently waiting for Tom's return. She took a moment to calm her racing heart and gather her thoughts, preparing for the evening ahead. While she couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his presence, she promised herself to proceed with caution, fully aware of the delicate balance between attraction and self-preservation they had come to know too well.

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As they settled down at the table, Tom's gaze swept over Vivienne, a renewed sense of appreciation evident in his eyes. She appeared effortlessly elegant in her simple attire, a loose-fitting turtle neck concealing the love marks he had left on her skin, causing a mischievous smirk to play upon his lips. To him, she radiated beauty in her understated fashion.

Throughout the meal, Tom showered Vivienne with affection, his actions and words expressing a deep connection between them. They shared laughter, exchanged stolen glances, and the atmosphere brimmed with the promise of more intimate moments to come. Vivienne couldn't help but be captivated by Tom's attentiveness, cherishing the warmth he emanated.

As the evening neared its end, they retreated to their respective rooms, a mix of excitement and nervousness enveloping Vivienne. She knew that future encounters awaited them, keeping the flame of passion alive. The allure of their shared desires lingered, hinting at the continuation of their intimate journey.

However, despite their intimate encounter earlier, Vivienne found her determination renewed. She resolved not to succumb to Tom's charms so easily again, even though she had been enticed by the intimacy they had rekindled. She knew she had to distance herself from him, to put their passionate encounter behind her.

The following morning, as the sun streamed through the window, a knock on Vivienne's door startled her. Tom's voice called out, inviting her for breakfast. But Vivienne, resolute in her decision, remained silent. Confused by her lack of response, Tom ventured to the lodge's office, hoping to find answers.

To his surprise, the receptionist informed him that Vivienne had checked out half an hour earlier and had left for the airport. As Tom absorbed this unexpected turn of events, the receptionist handed him a letter. It was a message penned by Vivienne, outlining her reasons for leaving and bidding him farewell.

Dear Tom,

I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly, but I couldn't ignore the disturbance it caused to the peace I had finally found within myself. The love I still hold for you lingers, but I've become cautious of the recurring cycle we seem to find ourselves in. Your sudden return and plea for reconciliation have shattered the tranquility I fought hard to achieve during our time apart.

I must prioritize the serenity I have discovered within my own soul. Trust, which has been strained between us, needs time and genuine change to be rebuilt. I cannot risk losing the progress I've made by diving back into the same patterns that led to our previous struggles.

Please understand that this decision isn't a rejection of our love, but rather a necessary step to protect my newfound inner peace. I will reach out to you when I'm ready to address our unresolved matters. Until then, let's take this time apart to reflect and grow as individuals.

Sincerely, 

Vivienne

Tom stood frozen in the doorway, holding the letter tightly in his shaking hand. He felt utterly helpless, as if all his power had been stripped away. The woman he loved, Vivienne, had vanished, and it pained him deeply. The trust they once shared had shattered, and he couldn't bear the thought of her running away, no longer believing in him.

His heart ached with a profound hurt. How could she leave him like this? In the past, whenever they had a fight, Vivienne always came back to him easily, as if their love could fix everything. But this time, it was different. Her sudden departure revealed the doubts and fragility of their relationship.

The pain of her absence pierced his soul. It reminded him of the consequences of his actions and the damage they had caused. He realized that his past behavior had eroded the trust they had built, leaving Vivienne with no choice but to escape.

Tom's mind raced with confusion and remorse. He longed for her presence, her comforting touch, and the sound of her laughter. Her absence left a gaping hole that seemed impossible to fill, and he regretted the choices that had led them to this painful separation.

In that moment, Tom made a solemn promise to himself. He would confront his flaws and strive to earn back Vivienne's trust. The reality of her departure hit him hard, compelling him to face the depth of his love for her. He understood that their journey was far from over, and he was willing to fight for their connection.

With a determined look in his eyes, Tom took a deep breath, clutching the letter close to his chest. He knew he had to find a way to bridge the gap between them, to show Vivienne that he could change and grow for their love.

Stepping out into the world, his face etched with uncertainty and anguish, Tom embarked on a journey back to London. It was a mission fueled by a deep desire to find Vivienne, to make things right and rebuild the love they had lost.

His determination grew stronger with each passing moment. He yearned to find Vivienne, to look into her eyes and convey the depth of his remorse. He wanted to make amends, to show her that he was capable of change and growth. Love had a way of testing their resilience, but he was ready to face the challenges head-on.

In the depths of his heart, Tom held onto the flickering hope that they could find their way back to each other. He was ready to face the challenges, to learn from his mistakes, and to fight for the love that had once defined their existence. A/N:  I wanted to take a moment to address the ending of the story and shed some light on the choices I made. I understand that some of you may be wondering why I wrote it in the way it unfolded. Oh! it was a struggle re-writing the ending several times, but allow me to provide some insights coming to this decision.

Throughout the narrative, I wanted to depict Tom's journey of self-discovery and growth. In Chapter 1, we are introduced to a flawed character, someone who exhibits traits of being a jerk. By presenting his transformation and the challenges he faces, I aimed to show that personal growth is possible even for those who have made mistakes.

Moreover, I deliberately chose not to portray an easy reconciliation between Tom and Vivienne. It is all too common in stories for characters to easily fall back into toxic relationships, particularly after moments of intimacy. I wanted to challenge this narrative and emphasize the importance of trust, self-reflection, and personal growth before attempting to rebuild a relationship.

It is crucial to address the complexities of relationships and the need for healthy boundaries. Rushing back into a relationship without addressing the underlying issues can perpetuate a cycle of toxicity. I hope this story serves as a reminder to readers that genuine change requires introspection and effort from all parties involved.

Thank you for joining me on this journey, and I appreciate your support and understanding. OH! Don’t worry there’s a short sequel (just in a different title, of course...)  Best Regards, MSILWRITES.

EDIT: If you want to read the previous chapters here they are” ONE - Social Media Stalker TWO - Dark Eyes

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Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Two - y/n's Bachelorette Party

Warnings for this Chapter: suggestive smut/light smut, partying, alcohol, dancing, talks of babies?

Word Count: 4,2k

a/n: So... This chapter is a little wild - as it should be, right? After all, this is Y/N's bachelorette party! 🥂

A huge shoutout in this chapter goes out to @sagitternolunaspace ! Thank you for helping me with the Midgardian (pre-) wedding traditions! Also a huge thanks to everyone who helped me along with this chapter and gave me ideas for the party!

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Loki had barely returned from his little two-day mission, when he immediately went to see you, of course - and somehow on the way between the gym and your shared apartment, the both of you ended up on the common living room sofa; kissing and cuddling. Well... At some point rather casually making out; not wasting a single thought that anybody could just walk in.

"I missed you," you breathed into Loki's ear, as he was hovering above your laying body; head buried in the nape of your neck. Soft lips caressed the skin there, while one of your hands tried to tame his wild raven curls.

You could feel your fiancé smiling against your neck. The muscles in his upper body twitched as he pulled back and readjusted his position. He placed both his hands beside your head, causing his biceps to bulge against the leather.

"Words are not enough to describe how much I missed you, my love." His lips found yours once again, but when he wanted to pull back this time, you didn't let him and so Loki just took you with him; causing you to end up straddling his lap.

You could feel the god smirking in the kiss; big hands gripped your sides and roughly pushed you closer against his chest. Loki's lips muffled your squeak and before you could react was his tongue suddenly involved in the ever-growing passion of this little reunion.

Heat grew within your veins, and even though you still were in the common living room, you couldn't resist the temptation.

You rolled your hips against Loki's; causing the god to break free from the kiss. A low groan left his mouth, before his jaw dropped in the sudden wave of arousal which just drowned him.

You just smirked. It didn't happen too often that you were able to catch him off guard like that. "Seems like you really did miss me," you breathed; tucking on a few loose raven curls.

But Loki recovered fast and within the blink of an eye, your wrists were held together in the firm grip of your fiancè's right hand.

"Naughty girl..." His low, husky voice caused a shiver to run down your spine.

Now Loki was the one smirking. How the tables have turned...

The god moved his left hand from your hip to the hem of your t-shirt; his mission clear. But before he was able to complete his mission, a loud, happy sing-song voice, coming undoubtedly from the hallway bursted the little, steamy bubble you and Loki were in...

"Oh Y/N!"

Wanda.

Your friend scared you so much, that you flinched and literally fell off of Loki's lap - and almost from the sofa, "Woah!" but your soon-to-be husband caught you in time.

Not a few seconds later, Wanda, Nat, Jane and Pepper appeared in the doorway; giggling like a group of teenage girls.

"Y/N!" Wanda sang out again. "It's time, babes," added Natasha, while Pepper started to grin smugly. "Ooo, girls, I think we may have interrupted something." The blond woman referred of course to the position you and Loki were in... Him, manspreading on the sofa and you, well... A leg draped over his lap and hand on his chest.

Jane started to giggle, while the other three ladies were grinning broadly. "Of course, we interrupted something. We all know that they can't leave their hands off of each other."

Loki, being the smug and self confident god he was just smiled charmingly at your friends and ran a hand through his long, wavy raven curls. "Well, you can't blame Y/N, can you, ladies? I have that effect on women," he smouldered; winking.

While Loki had the perfect response at the ready, you just blushed and wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

"You have that effect on Y/N - and that's enough," Nat said with her arms crossed; stepping closer. The others followed her.

"No need to be embarrassed, babes." She winked at you. "Come on, it's time."

You blinked; were utterly confused now. "Time? Time for what?" The gorgeous spy rolled her eyes. "Ох, ради бога... (Oh, for god's sake...) Your bachelorette party of course! We've got only three weeks till the wedding, so come on!"

You blinked once again. "B-Bachelorette party?" "Yes!" The whole group chanted; giggling, before Wanda summoned a folded paper with her magic and let it float into your hands. Still taken by surprise, you opened it.

It was a list. A packing list.

"Go, pack your stuff! Departure is in 30 minutes!" Jane urged you on. "B-But, I can't just leave, I- Loki-" "Ah.Ah," your best friend cut in. "Mischief will survive two days without you." With those words, she grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. "You won't be mad at us for stealing your girl for the weekend, right, Mischief?"

The god sighed, but smiled. "I'm afraid I won't have much of a say in this, so... As long as you're going to bring her back to me unharmed..." His words caused the Widow to roll her eyes and the other women to giggle. "You do remember who I am, Laufeyson? Who we all are?"

Loki smiled. "Of course, Miss Romanoff."

About an hour, quite a few goodbye kisses and some hectic, chaotic and definitely uncoordinated packing later, you sat inside a fancy limousine together with your girls - and a bottle of champagne.

"Here's to your wedding, sweetie," Wanda proposed a toast and lifted her glass with the sparkling liquid inside. Pepper and Nat followed. "Here's to the fact that we are related soon!" giggled Jane and brought the glass up in the air as well. You smiled a bit tensed, but joined in. "Here's to me marrying the love of my life." You all clung glasses and took a sip. Shortly after, you felt the hand of your maid of honour on your shoulder; gently kneading the muscle. "Relax, babes. I know that we kinda assaulted you with this, but that's the fun thing about it. Don't worry, it's gonna be great." You smiled. "I know, Nat."

With the time passing, you indeed got more and more relaxed and were really looking forward to where your friends would take you. "Okay, girls, tell me... Where are we going and what are we going to do?" You asked, knowing very well that you most likely would get no answer.

All of them giggled. "Nice try, but we definitely won't tell you a thing," Pepper said. "Yes, let yourself be surprised!" Wanda agreed. You sighed, but kept on smiling. "Alright, alright! Just tell me if there's gonna be strippers involved, because if there are, Loki's gonna kill you all - and I don't want that."

Nat shook her head. "There's not, no." "I mean, we thought about it," Wanda giggled. "But I said that you won't probably want that, because 1) Mischief would kill us, like you said, and 2) You can get that every day, because you literally have your personal stripper, so..." The Widow explained and took another sip of the champagne. "That's right. We would've never find a man that's hotter - at least for you," Pepper said. You giggled, "Wise decision, ladies - and I mean, you got a point." and shrugged your shoulders. "If I think about it... I should ask Loki to strip for me way more often, 'cause I certainly miss something out if I don't..." The girls laughed and wholeheartedly agreed with you.

About two hours, another champagne glass and dozen party songs later, you and the girls had reached your destination. Nat blindfolded you and helped you out of the limousine, while the others 'checked if the coast is clear'. You were nervous, but also overly excited about what was to come. After all, you had absolutely not a single clue what they had planned.

"Okay, babes, are you ready?" "I think so, yep. Hit me." Nat smiled - unbeknownst to you, and led you a few steps forward. "Alright..." She started to untie the blindfold again, "I hope you are excited to spend Friday and Saturday here with us." and uncovered your eyes.

Slowly, you opened them; peeking at first. You could recognise a huge, quite fancy building. Curiously, you opened your eyes completely - and only mere seconds later they widened to the size of plates; jaw slacking. "Oh my gosh!" You squeaked up; taking everything in. "Is this... Is this what I think it is?!"

Your friends laughed and nodded. "Indeed," said Nat. "The spa hotel you always talked about," continued Jane. "With dozens of different saunas, swimming pools, wellness, a restaurant..." listed Pepper. "And in the 'basement' is a disco with a bar," giggled Wanda.

You squealed.

"A-And we're going to stay here almost the whole weekend?!" They all nodded again. "All inclusive, of course. Only the best for our bride." Nat winked at you.

"You all are insane, I- Ahhhh!" You quickly pulled your friends into a group hug; close to shedding a few tears of happiness. "Thank you all so, so much! I love you, girls."

Once Natasha had checked everybody in, three kind bellboy carried all the bags to two rooms on the same floor. You shared a room with Natasha and Pepper, Wanda and Jane shared one - which was straight opposite yours and Nat's. Then you all went to explore the rooms and unpack the bags. It was beautiful, luxurious and perfect for a weekend.

A spacious king-sized bed, big bathroom, balcony, walk-in wardrobe, mini bar and even a huge flat screen TV.

Your friends definitely spared no expense. That much was clear.

The first thing you all did was, of course, to explore the whole hotel and what you were able to do two and a half days. Turned out, there was a lot - like mentioned before by Pepper and Wanda, but also so much more.

Since you were the bride, you got to choose where to start. Being still a little high on adrenaline and excitement, your decision was easily made... The 'adventure' section of the huge swimming pool area with at least ten or fifteen different water slides. The moment you laid your eyes upon these, the kid in you screamed at you to go there.

Unfortunately, there was a problem you didn't recognise you had - until you were on the way to the women's bathing cubicles. "Girls..." You stopped in your tracks; eyes wide. "I don't have swimwear. You didn't tell me to pack something, so I didn't..."

Pepper, Natasha, Jane and Wanda exchanged a look, before they all broke into wide smiles. "Finally..." laughed Pepper. "She realised it." "We thought you'd never get to it," giggled Wanda.

You just blinked; looking incredulously at your friends - until Natasha started to rummage through her bag and revealed a little package; neatly wrapped in pink wrapping paper. "There was a reason why we didn't tell you to pack something. Besides, it would've probably ruined our surprise," she sat and handed you the gift. "Unwrap it!" Jane literally couldn't wait for you to see what's inside.

"O-Okay, thanks." You started to unwrap it, "Is it the obvious item I think it is?" and giggled - but your laughter immediately died in your throat when you held said item in your hand. It was a swimsuit. An emerald green bikini. And it wasn't just a swimsuit... It was probably the sexiest you had ever seen... Beautifully tailored and definitely able to show off your curves. Perfect for you.

You swallowed; taking in the piece of swimwear. "Um, girls... Are you sure this is a swimsuit and not lingerie?" They all giggled, but nodded. "We can confirm, it's a swimsuit," answered Pepper. "But we thought since you are about to get married and this is your bachelorette party, you could use something sexy, too, you know?" "Besides, it's definitely multifunctional. When Mischief sees you in this... He's gonna loose his shit," Nat winked at you.

You couldn't help but giggle girlishly. "I could be a bad, bad girl and send him a pic of me later; ask him what he thinks." A murmur went through the crowd. "Little minx," your best friend teased you, while the others just giggled.

Once you thanked your girls thoroughly and everybody got changed, you all made a beeline to the slides - and what could you say? You didn't have this kind of fun since you were probably a teenager. You didn't regret your decision even in the slightest. Nat, Jane, Pepper and Wanda loved it as well and so it was no wonder that you all spent the rest of this exciting Friday in that department of the hotel.

Around 7 p.m., everyone returned to their shared hotel rooms, in order to shower and get ready for dinner. The hotel also had a restaurant - of course, and it turned out that the food was absolutely delicious. With bellies full of delicacies, you all pondered about what to do for the rest of the evening. A decision was rather quickly made.

"Again, babes, you are the bride... Your decision."

You remembered your best friend's words and decided to pay the disco downstairs a visit. After all, you had every reason to celebrate, right?

You were currently standing inside the spacious bathroom; changing into your cocktail dress before Pepper, Jane and Wanda would come around. It was literally the first ten minutes (besides showering) you had for yourself. A few moments to breathe and take everything in. With your one hand helping your body to slip into fresh underwear, the other hand went to press your fiancè's name on your phone in order to give him a call. It was time to finally get in touch with him... You tapped on the speaker button and let it ring, but Loki didn't pick up. Shrugging your shoulders you ended the call.

After you were done, you switched with Nat.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone was ready to go - the other girls as well and so, you went downstairs together.

The disco was huge for a 'hotel disco'. A spacious, fancy room with a bar, bar stools, bar tables, some sitting accommodations, a mirror ball, and of course a big dance floor in the middle. When you arrived, the party was already in full swing. It was crowded, but not overly crowded. Perfect conditions.

The first thing you did was, of course, going to the bar and getting drinks; drinking a toast to your upcoming wedding, the bachelorette party and friendship.

After that you stormed the dance floor; taking all your friends with you.

In the middle of the crowd, Nat called suddenly out to you; literally screaming through the music and singing people. "Babes, your phone is ringing!" You had placed your mobile on a little bar table at which your best friend stood; taking a break from all the dancing and having something to drink, while you were currently dancing with Wanda.

"What?!" You yelled back; letting go of Wanda and turned to face the Widow. "I said your phone is ringing!" "Who is it?!" "Wait, I'll check." There was silence for a short moment. "Your Disney prince!" She answered with an audible smile. "Can you-" "Already on my way!" No five seconds later, you had your mobile in your hands.

"Thanks!" She just winked at you. "No phone sex, yeah?! We are in a disco, babes!" You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but also couldn't stop yourself from grinning. "Shut up!" Nat laughed and watched you leave for the toilets.

It were small moments like this which reminded you why Natasha was your best friend.

"Hey, babe," you happily answered the incoming call, "I know, I texted you that I'd call again, but well... I'm sorry." and bit your lip. "Where have you actually been? You hardly miss a call from me."

On the other end of the line, Loki stood beside a huge black party bus. The bass of the current song could be even heard outside, like the god noticed. "Hello, darling, I-" He didn't get really far to explain something... One of the bus doors slid open; revealing a definitely tipsy Tony. "Reindeer Games, 'r ya comin' back now?!" The billionaire literally yelled at the god. Therefore you weren't able to overhear it.

A frown formed on your forehead. "Loki, I- Is that... Was that...? Did Tony just- WHAT? Babe, what the hell are you doing? Where are you?"

Without answering Tony, he stepped further away from the bus; swallowing hard. "Well, love, I... I am at my bachelor party."

You blinked; brain seconds away from a restart. "What? Really? The boys took you out for your party at the same time?" "Seems like it, yeah..." Loki agreed; running a hand through his raven curls - unbeknownst to you.

"Well..." You started to smile. "As I can hear, you followed my advice and gave them a chance..." At the other end of the line, Loki smiled as well. "Yes, I did." A beat of silence passed, before... "Well, where are you? What are you doing? Spit it out, soon-to-be-hubby! I'm curious!" You demanded in a playful tone; giggling.

"I am afraid I don't know. My brother, Stark, Laing and Banner ripped me rudely out of my reading session three hours ago and since then we are, um, driving around in a party bus, did Lasertag and uh now, we are really partying. Lots of music and lots of alcohol."

You giggled. "Yep, sounds like a bachelor party. I'm excited to hear what you'll tell me tomorrow. Or well, rather where this journey took you and-" "Y/N! Our song is on!" Jane's voice cut suddenly through the air and your sentence; echoing through the empty ladies bathroom. "Oh my gosh, I'm on my way! Babe, I gotta go. We are at the disco and mine and the girls song is on!" Loki smiled - something you weren't able to see either. "Alright. I won't bother you any longer then. Have fun, my love." "Thanks! Have fun, too! But please look after yourself and don't drink too much, yeah?" "I promise, but only if you promise me the same, darling. I love you." "Yes, I promise! I love you, too."

You quickly hung up and literally stormed back to Wanda, Pepper, Jane and Natasha, who were already dancing to the song. "Come on, babes!" Nat squealed and took your hand; pulling you into the dancing circle.

"I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!" You started to scream along the lyrics; pointing at Jane - who jumped on the train, of course.

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!" She hollered back at you; showing off her amazing dance moves.

"I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah!" You answered with the next lines of the song, before everybody joined you in singing.

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends! Make it last forever, friendship never ends!" By now you were all laying in each other's arms; fully embracing the song. Neither you, nor your friends cared about what the people around you were thinking. This was your bachelorette party - and you had every right to celebrate and be happy.

A few drinks, dances and songs later, you and the girls made their way back to your rooms. You weren't absolutely hammered. Nobody was. But definitely drunk.

It was quite late, when you and Nat found the way into the spacious king-sized bed you shared. You'd share with Nat anyway nearly anything. She was your best friend after all...

The following Saturday started very lazy for you and basically everybody else, too. You weren't the only one who had to sleep off your slight alcoholic intoxication and because of that didn't leave the bed until 11 a.m... Therefore turned breakfast almost already into lunch.

It was definitely time to get to the wellness part of this little trip. While the sauna called out for Nat, Wanda and Jane, the Thai massage sounded really inviting for you and Pepper. So, the group split up.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself laying on a massage couch; face down - gazing through a hole in the head support. Nothing but a towel was draped over your bum; covering little of your naked skin. You didn't care, though, just like Pepper. The massage you received from the two women standing beside the massage couch was exquisite.

You heard Pepper sigh in satisfaction. "Yep...," You answered almost drowsy. "I wholeheartedly agree, Peps."

After the massage, you and Pepper kinda switched with the other three girls. They went to get a massage as well and you and Mrs. Stark headed for the sauna.

Again you wore nothing but a towel, as you sat down on the wooden bench beside your friend. "Have you already called or texted Tony today?" You asked; looking at the blond woman. She just laughed and shook her head. "No, not a chance. I know him. He's probably still sleeping off his drunkenness somewhere." "I haven't heard from Loki yet, too... I texted him, but it seems like he isn't addressable yet either." Pepper turned to face you; smiling. "Well, it must've been a good bachelor party then." You giggled. "Apparently, yes."

Once the both of you had sweated enough, you took a shower, swam a few rounds and then rejoined with Nat, Wanda and Jane, in order to slowly round off your bachelorette party - and one of the private whirlpools was your chosen destination. Nobody else was around. Just you and the girls - and five glasses of champagne.

You all clinked glasses; smiling. "Thanks for this, girls. I absolutely enjoyed it. Best bachelorette party ever." "That's great to hear," started Wanda. "Means we made the right decisions."

Everybody laughed and took another sip of the expensive liquid.

"Now, babes... Tell us... What are you looking forward to the most in this new chapter of life?" Your best friend asked. "I mean, getting married is a big step, after all." Jane and Pepper agreed. "Especially when getting married to Loki. I think we can all say that we never expected to see Mischief marrying someday," said Wanda; giggling - to which also everyone agreed. "You turned him into a better person, babes. Can't deny that." Jane nodded at Nat. "She did, definitely. Thor tells me the same at least twice a week... What a good influence she is on his brother and how good she is for him."

You couldn't help but blush and smile sheepishly. "Well, I... All I did was giving him a second chance in life. A chance nobody thought he deserved." You swallowed hard; thinking back to the days how everyone looked at Loki through spiteful eyes.

"I felt that there was so much more behind those beautiful blue eyes. Not just the villain and power-hungry god he seemed to be. Because he's not. He's so much more. All he needed was someone who truly cares about him. Who listens to him and well... Who shows him love." "Aww..." The girls cooed. "That's beautiful," said Pepper. "That's true love," swooned Wanda. "Yes, but you didn't answer my question, babes." Natasha winked at you.

You smiled. "Well... Honestly? Everything. Sharing that deep bond with Loki - and with that the rest of my life. Calling him my husband..." A pleasant shiver run down your spine at that thought. "And well, I, uh, I wouldn't say no to start a family." You blushed in an even darker shade of red. It was something you never revealed to somebody besides Loki.

"Ahhh, oh my gosh, yes!" Your friends squealed; completely excited. "Please, Y/N, yes! You gotta! I wanna become an auntie!" Jane was completely excited. "Me too!" Agreed Nat. "Besides, you have the actual privilege to have a baby with that man. There are about a million ladies out there, who'd kill for a baby from Loki." "Nat!" You gently slapped her arm, but couldn't help but smile. She just shrugged her shoulders; smirking. "It's true, babes, and you know it." "Plus, you are going to have so much fun making that baby," Wanda commented; wiggling her eyebrows. You laughed, "Oh definitely. I absolutely don't doubt that, but..." and shook your head; your demeanour suddenly shifting very quick. "I talked with Loki about it and he, uh, he doesn't want kids. He made it very clear. I accepted his decision, of course, because I love him and didn't want to lose him."

All of the girl's jaws dropped. "He really said that?" Asked Jane in disbelief. You nodded. "Yeah... Repeatedly. He says he doesn't know how to handle children and that it has never been a priority in his life." "Ouch... But I can understand him. It's his choice and he has his reasons, so..." Nat said and the other girls nodded. "That's what I thought, too. I can't pressure him into this. I never would."

After a thoroughly relaxing day in the wellness area of the spa hotel, you all went back to your rooms; had a shower, packed the few things you had and just enjoyed the evening together.

On Sunday morning, it was already time to say goodbye again and the fancy limousine who drove you to the hotel picked you and your friends up again, in order to drive you back home.

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𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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There came a time in every young lady's life when she entered the courting season when it was her duty to impress the men of society to secure a husband and a stable future. Some married up and became ladies of the court; others married for economic comfort, and in the rare case, some married for love. 

You never entertained the idea, of course.

You would’ve been perfectly content living with your cat and watching out for your family for the rest of your existence. The eligible bachelors were rather dull anyway. You preferred a good book (your grandmother will never be able to find out that you read the naughty ones).

Life wasn’t your friend, though, and it seemed that Hell's doorway was approaching much quicker than you hoped as you sat on the settee staring at your grandmother.

“What do you mean I am to be participating?” You exclaim your hands, brunching up the fabric of your skirt. Your grandmother, in all her glory, didn’t even bat an eye as she raised a cup of tea to her lips.

“You will be introduced to society, and hopefully, we’ll have you married by the end of the season.”

“But why? Ivy is fully capable of carrying on the family name,” you scoff, naming your older sister, who (while kind) was a bit flighty.

“Ivy has gone through two seasons and has yet to attract anyone, and I’m not getting younger.” Your grandmother stressed the syllables on Ivy, looking at you with her lips pursed. To be frank, your grandmother was an intimidating woman. She demanded respect and had high expectations. Not every day do you see someone on equal footing as the queen. 

“So you think I’m the best option?” 

“No, I think your ideas of grandeur are terrible,” Grandmother huffed. “But, you’re pretty, and some man out there will like a woman with a sharp tongue. So I think you’re our best shot.”

Getting up with a sigh, your grandmother smoothed the folds of her dress and peered down her nose at you. You felt your jaw clenched as you sucked in all the curse words you felt like throwing at her.

“Find a husband or else.”

Yep, this was Hell.

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the spare // chapter sixty-nine // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 4.6k warnings for this chapter: p in v

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MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Nine:

The closet is dark, but there’s just enough light reflecting from the floor to ceiling mirror. I can see the white of Rodolphus’ eyes as they grow in shock. 

Then he grins.

“Well, well, well. Hello there, pet.” His wand presses into my cheek and my grip on the knife tightens, the sharp edge digging into his throat. The smug look on his face sours as his smile dips and his eyes narrow. “How did he do it?”

“How did he do it?” I growl. “You mean how did I ?”

“Get away from her,” Thomus snarls, popping in from around the edge of the door.

Rodolphus doesn’t move, but I ease the knife back a little. The movement draws Thomus’ eyes and he gapes at me. 

“ Alder ,” he hisses. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

“Back up,” I bark at both of them. I don’t like being cornered like this. Thomus glares, but listens, backing out of Rodolphus’ way when he finally moves. I follow, keeping the blade within stabbing distance. Out in the room, Thomus snatches Rodolphus’ wand from his grip, keeping his own pointed at him. 

I twist the knife, turning the pointy end to press up under his jaw. “Tell me how to break the curse.”

Thomus is standing just beyond Rodolphus’ shoulder, his expression hard as he shakes his head, warning me not to continue. Rageful frustration boils and bursts from my chest. “What other option is there!? One misfired spell and I’m right back to where I was - or worse ?”

“You’re scared ,” Rodolphus purrs, not bothering to hide his satisfaction. “As you should be, Mudblood. Whatever it is you’ve done, it won’t be enough.” 

I fight to keep my lower lip from trembling, but I twist my knife, pressing upwards. He looks me dead on and doesn’t flinch when his skin punctures from the pressure. A line of dark blood trickles down his neck, staining his white collar. 

“He’s not going to tell you,” Thomus says calmly, putting his hand on my raised arm. My gaze bounces from one man to the other before I latch onto Thomus’ eyes. They’re firm, indicating his emotions are under control, fully masked.

Meanwhile, I’m the complete opposite. My throat is tight and I know if I try to speak, my voice will wobble and I won’t be able to hold the tears back. Swallowing audibly, I start lowering the knife. 

Rodolphus chooses that moment to snicker. “That’s right, dog, listen to your master.”

Now that makes me snap. The rage in me spikes so strong, he’s lucky I only stun him. His knees give out from under him and he crumples to the floor. The decision was impulsive, but not one I regret.

“I was under the impression that your magic was keeping the curse contained. Is that not true?” he asks.

I take a few deep breaths, feeling a little better with Rodolphus knocked out. “It is,” I reply slowly, matching his tone. Finding it hard to meet his eyes, I inspect the skull handle of the knife in my hands. “But one day it might not be.”

He steps forward, cupping my cheek, and forcing eye contact. “I promise to find a solution. This won’t be forever.”

“Okay,” I whisper. My heart believes him, trusts him. I step back and look down at Rodolphus. “What’re we going to do now?”

Thomus sighs loudly and crouches down. “It’ll have to be something terribly clever or I’m knee deep in a pond of shit.”

An unexpected giggle escapes as I crouch down by the pile of broken lenses and bent metal that remains of my glasses. “You mean knee deep up shit creek?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

“Close.” My hand hovers over the pile as I try to keep a straight face and murmur. “ Oculus Reparo .”

A white light flashes over my glasses as the pieces come back together again. When I put them on, Thomus is still kneeling by Rodolphus, poking through his pockets.

“Do you rummage through pockets often?” I ask, a bit surprised. So far he’s pulled out a flask, a few galleons, mints, and a folded handkerchief. 

Thomus shrugs. “Easy to get information without so much as a word spoken.”

“Hm… Fair enough,” I sift through the small pile of things and pause at the heaviness of the handkerchief. Hoping not to find any boogers in there, I use only the tips of my fingers to shake it around. Thankfully, no boogers, but something golden and shiny with a distinct hourglass shape clatters to the floor. 

“Is that a bloody Time-Turner?” Thomus says with disbelief. “What’s he doing with that?”

I gasp. “This solves our problem, doesn’t it?” I ask excitedly. “We only need to go back to the last couple of minutes before he knocks. We just have to be ready.”

Thomus takes a sniff of whatever’s in the flask, raising a brow at me before taking a sip. “Ready with what?” he asks. “We were kind of in the middle of something there, if you care to recall.”

As I scramble for something clever to say, I glance up at him to find his eyes trailing down my body. I’d get to be right in the middle of that again? I swear my clit throbs at the thought. 

I clear my throat and change the subject. “Maybe you came up here because you were feeling sick? Drank too much? Does that sound plausible?” My hand stretches out toward the bottle of champagne he’d brought in earlier and it drifts soundlessly over the floor to me. I use magic to uncork it before taking a long sip. I pass it over to him as I continue to speak. “Because I’m thinking, you’re already gonna be sweaty and red-faced anyway, you know? And you might as well actually drink, it’ll make it more believable.”

“Right,” he nods after a moment’s consideration. He brings the bottle to his lips. “And where will you be?”

“Disillusioned. It’s what I should have done the first time,” I admit. “Have you used a Time-Turner before?”

“Only a few times. Yourself?”

I shake my head. “Never.”

He points his wand at Rodolphus’ wound and heals it, scourgifying his collar too. “Then we’ll need to be extra careful.”

After a surprisingly quick discussion, we agree on what needs to stay the same and what needs to change. We ready the scene and get into position. From Thomus’ explanation, if we’re relatively in the same spot, doing the same thing as our past selves at the time we’re traveling to, we should morph into our past selves.

“How much time do you think you’ll need before he knocks?” I ask, holding the turner up close to get a better look at the fine sands. 

Thomus sits on the window seat, loosening his tie and shrugging off his jacket again. I’ve remained in my leggings and hoodie, having skipped the outfit change to save time. I run my hands over the sides of his face, fingers threading into his hair. His hands find my hips and he guides me closer in between his knees. His hands travel under the hoodie, roughly grabbing my breasts and squeezing. His fingers on my nipples are oh, so soft though.

“You’re sure we’re not gonna forget the first time around?” I ask, hearing the nervousness in my voice. 

“Darling, if we do, I’ll have no problem recreating that experience with you,” he promises.

His reassurance makes me feel better and I let my mouth find his. He kisses me like it’s the first time he’s done so all night. His tongue traces and savors the taste of my lips. I quickly become lost in the gentleness, my head beginning to swim with desire for him all over again.

His hands on my hips urge me to turn around, reminding me of our mission. When I hear the soft clicks of his belt being undone, I quickly thumb my pants and undies to my knees. His fingers spread across the curve of my butt, his palm caressing. I plant my hands on his thighs, just above his knees and push my hips backward.

Thomus chuckles and shoves the hem of my hoodie further up my waist, humming his approval. “Look at you, so needy, already?”

I bite my lip and silently laugh. My eyes are closed, trying to focus on how I feel. Every measured breath, the ache in my thighs, the thick head of his cock as it easily slides past my still-slick lips.

I take a sharp, full breath to speak, but I still sound breathless. “More like impatient.”

True to my word, I rock my hips back and he glides home in one go. The forceful, delicious impact of my body on his makes him release a deep groan. His fingers dig into my hips painfully, pulling me to him still. Short, desperate moans escape my throat as I adjust to his size and the tight fit. My thighs are already burning from this position and from earlier, but his cock just feels so fucking good. The muscles in his thighs flex beneath my hands as he grinds against my ass. 

Before we get carried away, I fumble for the Time-Turner hanging from its long chain around my neck. I twist my torso, slinging the chain around his neck too. 

His breath is on the edge of running away from him as he speaks. “Give the gear a half turn forward and a quarter turn back. That should put us where we need to be.”

I nod, unable to stop moving my hips as I turn the knob the specific way Thomus instructed. The moment I’m done, I hear the rapid ticking of a clock and gears turning as the hourglass begins to spin. 

We watch the room as time reverses. I see ourselves crouched over Rodolphus before he’s on his feet, backing up towards the hallway door. I see Past-Thomus undress and see myself backing out of the closet stark naked. At that sight, I quickly avert my gaze back to Thomus.

All too soon, our past and present selves join at the same place on the window seat. Our positions are different, but the act is the same. I refocus on rocking my body and feeling every drag of his cock in my pussy.

I can tell the exact moment when our past and present realign themselves. My pussy is pulsing and suddenly much wetter. My body feels like I’ve been getting thoroughly fucked for a bit longer than it does two breaths ago. The pleasure flowing through me skyrockets right to the beginnings of a mind-numbing orgasm. 

Thomus shudders behind me, releasing a guttural groan, having landed in the same predicament. Then without any warning, his hands are shoving me forward and pulling me back, fucking me like he just can’t help himself. His hips are somehow jerking up, too, making his cock hit just the right spot. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my orgasm takes over my body. I push him as deep as he can go, feeling my pussy squeeze and contract around his big cock.

“ Merlin’s beard ,” he hisses low as he cums, fingers digging bruises into my hips. His hips are twitching underneath me, shoving his spasming cock in and out the tiniest bit, milking every last ounce of pleasure from my cunt.

“Oh my god,” I say when I can breathe again.

Thomus lets out another tortured groan as I force myself to stand. His dick slips out with an audibly wet plop and I can’t hold back a shaky laugh at his words, shimmying up my pants on wobbly legs.

Pants on, I grab the champagne and shove it towards him. “Drink up.”

He stands, redoing his belt. He’d already opted to take his suit jacket off. I reach out to unbutton the top of his shirt, then up further to ruffle his hair a little. He takes the bottle from me and chugs just as Rodolphus announces his arrival with his fist against the back of the door. 

Of course we’d been expecting it, so this time we don’t immediately jump into panic mode. Thomus takes his time drinking, unbothered by the persistent asshole at the door. My eyes bounce around nervously, and I wave my hand towards the bathroom, making sure it’s lit as if he were just in there.

“Thomus!” Rodolphus barks. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been sent to fetch your ungrateful ass.”

Thomus pauses to burp before taking one last swig, then starts for the door. I grab the front of his shirt and plant a kiss on his cheek. He gives me one in return before I step back and Disillusion myself against the wall. 

Thomus opens the door just enough for his body to be shown. He slumps against the frame, and I can hear the faux exhaustion in his voice. “What do you want?”

Rodolphus’ words repeat. “You missed your brother’s toast. How could you have - “

“Not that it’s any of your bloody business,” Thomus interrupts, “but I’ve been quite unwell this evening.” He fakes a gag, but it sounds pretty convincing to me. 

“You can’t be serious,” Rodolphus scoffs. “Do you honestly expect me to believe - “

“Believe what you wish,” Thomus interrupts. 

The door Thomus is propping open jolts suddenly, but he’s quick to grab it and prevent it from opening more. “Is she in there?”

“Who?”

“You bloody know who.”

“Seeing as how it’s my bedroom in my family estate, the contents of it are none of your business,” Thomus says pointedly. “Don’t you have anything better to do on New Year’s Eve?”

“This isn’t the first event you’ve mysteriously disappeared from,” Rodolphus says. “Forgive me for wanting to know my wife’s whereabouts.”

“I don’t care about your wife’s whereabouts,” Thomus seethes. “My only concern is that she isn’t here.”

“That’s a first -”

“I retreated to my own toilet to vomit, and the evidence should still be there, Lestrange, if you so desire to look.”

“Ugh,” Rodolphus scoffs angrily. “You’re revolting. Your mudblood’s really rubbing off on you.”

“If that was your only reason to disturb me - “

“Yaxley wants you to join us,” Rodolphus says. “In that little drawing room off the stairs.”

I can see Thomus’ stance reluctantly shift as he straightens. His elbow pops in and out of view as he finger-combs his hair again. 

“If I must,” Thomus growls, then he steps out, shutting the door behind him.

I breathe a sigh of relief and sag against the wall. Thank god that’s over. We got everything done in time.

In … time.

With horror, I look down and see the Time-Turner still dangling from my neck.

Oh my fucking god, how the fuck could I forget?! I mean, since we rewound time, does that mean he has another copy of this Time-Turner and we have this one for free?

I don’t even want a Time-Turner. It’s too tempting of a problem solver. I’ve gotta put it back in Rodolphus’ pocket.

Keeping my Disillusionment charm up, I creep open the door. Thomus and Rodolphus are hardly down the hall, so I open and close the door slowly so as to not make any noise. I’m still in my socks, so I quickly and, more importantly, quietly glide down the hard wood floors after them. The good thing about the Disillusionment charm is that as long as no one’s looking for you or really at you, you’re practically invisible. Especially if you’re really good at it - which I am.

By the top of the stairs, we aren’t alone anymore. Thomus had stopped for some reason and I guess it’s because he sees his brother. I hear a man call out, “Lucius! Come join us. We were just discussing Geneva.”

Thomus peeks over the railing as he continues down. Lucius replies, “Of course. Give me a moment to put my pet to bed.” My eyes immediately start looking for a place to tuck myself in and hide.

“Bring her,” the other man continues. “I was just about to come looking for you as well. We have the other one in here too. And see? Here comes Rodolphus with your brother.”

Oh my god, the other one ? What the fuck does that mean? Hermione wasn’t the only Lot allowed to come?

Thomus and Rodolphus have disappeared from sight, so I creep forward until I’m able to see heads below. Yaxley is standing next to the stairs, looking up at the pair descending them. Between their bodies, I see Lucius’ blond head, Hermione’s curls and twinkling jewelry.

Lucius still hesitates, even as they move to accommodate Thomus and Rodolphus. Yaxley gets impatient. “Don’t be stingy. Your guests want to see the finest horses in the show.” He smirks. “Maybe we’ll let them wrestle.”

“Just for a few minutes, I suppose,” Lucius stiffly replies.

No more words are said as they all shuffle into the small sitting room below the stairs. I move down the stairs so quickly I’m practically flying - well, falling. But I’m holding onto the railing for dear life, just trying to get to that door before it closes.

The feat proves impossible though, because that’s exactly what it does. And now I’m fucking stuck in the main hall. I can clearly see the couple hundred people still partying in the ballroom. Back to my last plan, which was looking for a place to hide. 

There’s a promising spot across the room by the windows. I beeline for the dark curtains, swiftly turning into them. Tucked away, I’ll still be able to see when they open the door.

I stand there long enough for my feet and thighs to ache, and for at least ten songs to go by, until finally someone opens the door. It’s Lucius and Hermione. He’s taking her back to her room, and thank fuck he doesn’t close the door. 

I dart to it, but then slowly inch my way in. My eyes bore into all the faces I can see, making sure no one is looking at me. Thomus is just lowering into a chair near the front of the room and Rodolphus is deeper in, sitting on the armrest of his brother’s chair. I crouch walk to Thomus’ chair, hiding between the back of it and a liquor cart. 

“And where’s your Lot this evening, Thomus?” Nott Sr.’s old, scratchy voice skitters from another chair. “Why isn’t she being trotted out as part of the Malfoy parade?”

My poor thighs can’t handle crouching anymore, so I kneel next to the wall, my face by Thomus’ shoulder. At Nott’s question, I look up at Thomus for his response. 

Dolohov snickers. “Because that one’s not a trophy, is she?”

Rabastan smiles after his drink. “You got that right, mate.” 

“Can you believe what Witch Weekly wrote about her?” Mulciber jumps in. “There’s no way a mudblood did all that.”

A few voice their agreements and laugh, because it’s just so funny I guess. Then Thomus’ soft, sure voice silences them. “Yes, I believe it. Why don’t you?”

The question’s aimed at Mulciber, who looks taken aback by it. He smiles in disbelief and his eyes bounce around the room. “Because it’s obvious, isn’t it? A girl like her, beating all those Purebloods, it’s got to be fake. The tournament was stolen from them by a bloody charlatan.”

“Mulciber,” Thomus says, sounding vaguely concerned at this man’s answer. “There’s thousands of eye-witnesses, first-hand photos, and official documentation of her achievements in those tournaments, and you believe they’re fake?”

All eyes swivel to Mulciber like the camera’s just zoomed in on his face. The embarrassment easily gets to him, because his face turns pink and he responds with anger. “Oh, right, like you’ve seen all this evidence.”

Surprisingly, Rodolphus is the first to Thomus’ defense. “The twat’s a bloody journalist,” he says, sounding appalled at his fellow Death Eater’s stupidity.

“So?”

“So yes, I’ve done plenty of proper research on her,” Thomus replies, a hard edge to his voice. “Is it really that hard to believe what they say is true?”

“Alright, fine, if she’s this big shot mudblood , what’s she doing with you then?” Rabastan asks. 

Before Thomus can even respond, Avery, who’s standing by the fireplace with Ginny tucked into his side, shoots out, “Would you ever consider selling her?”

“Why would you buy her ?” Mulciber asks, visibly disgusted. “You’ve already got the second most expensive cunt of the lot!”

“You should know by now that we all have different tastes, Mulciber,” Avery says, clearly referencing something. “Sometimes my pet is a bit too… fragile, if you catch my meaning.”

God, why are all of these men such sadistic fucks ? I’m glad I’m hidden so I can hide the disgust on my face.

“She isn’t on the market,” Thomus states, almost angrily. “I’m very aware of the value of my property and she’s worth far more than you think.”

Avery gives him a dubious look. “Surely it can’t be all that large of a sum. She isn’t even a virgin anymore.”

“You got that right,” Dolohov snickers. “Verified that myself.”

“And it was never any secret,” Rodolphus slides in. 

A lot of them kinda laugh at that. Not Thomus, though. Rodolphus winks at him from across the room, and Thomus’ hands clench tightly in his lap. Being this close to him means I can hear the deep, steadying breath he takes.

Avery heartily chuckles. “Well, it all feels the same in the dark. Doesn’t it, Thomus?”

“I… have to disagree,” Thomus says without the same humor. “With this war, all the long hours and hard days, a soft body to come home to is a welcoming respite.”

His honest confession silences the room before Dolohov cracks a joke. “Well, I need a nice tighter ass than that fat cow’s got.”

“Young man, watch your tongue!” one of the portraits hisses. Looks like one of Thomus’ grandmothers. 

Some snicker at the scolding, but Yaxley’s authoritative voice from the end of the couch speaks above it. “Did you hear they’re demanding her release?” 

They’re what? My eyes widen and the vibe of the room suddenly turns serious at the question. 

“Yes, I’ve heard,” Thomus answers.

“Who’s demanding her release?” Rodolphus asks.

“ Witch Weekly and their American associates The Witch’s Voice ,” Yaxley says. “Whether or not the mudblood actually possesses this preternatural wandless magical ability doesn’t matter - they certainly believe it. Of course her release is out of the question. She needs to remain under lock and key, not with the rebels fighting against us.” He looks around the room, meeting everyone’s eyes, settling on Thomus’ last. “How much of a threat do you believe she poses?”

“She does not pose a threat while she’s in my custody,” Thomus replies. “I’ve gone to great personal lengths to ensure that.”

My chest is painfully tight, an ache growing there at his words. What’s he talking about? 

“Excellent,” Yaxley says. “Expect the Dark Lord to demand an audience with you soon within the new year.”

“Yes, sir,” Thomus replies.

Yaxley stands, buttoning his jacket. “Now, I will rejoin my wife and daughter in the ballroom as I encourage you all to as well.”

Thus begins everyone’s exit. They mill about, taking their time, chatting over nothing that I really care about. Thomus doesn’t move immediately and I take this opportunity to place my hand on his forearm resting on the chair. Tension springs to his muscles at my touch and I slide my hand down to his. He subtly glances down at his hand to watch me slip the Time-Turner into it. I get on one knee, lifting my lips to his ear.

“Put this back in his pocket,” I whisper. “I’m gonna wait here until the coast is clear.”

I slink back into my corner, watching as he drops his chin, not looking in my direction. Rodolphus has already left the room, so I know Thomus is gonna have to follow him. Which he does when he realizes the few remaining in the room aren’t planning to leave yet. 

Of the three that remain, Mulciber and Rabastan say a few things I can’t hear before they’re snickering amongst themselves. Nott Sir. is passed out in his chair. The other two slowly make their way to the door, their conversation growing louder.

“Did you hear back from Montague’s uncle in France?” Mulciber asks.

Rabastan sighs heavily. “No, so that means there's another defector for Thomus to find.”

“I can’t believe the boy would leave, especially with his father’s health.”

They pause by the door. Rabastan scans the hallway and double checks that Nott is sleeping.

“Thomus is supposedly the last person to have seen him,” Rabastan says, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

Mulciber agrees to keep quiet as they finally leave the room. 

I’m frozen while my brain struggles to process all of this new information until Nott’s snore reminds me my exit window is closing. Without being seen, I slip back upstairs to Thomus’ room.

~*~

I finally pass out for a bit after crawling into bed for the millionth time tonight. It’s still dark when he returns. When he sees that I’m awake, he gives me a gentle smile and kisses my forehead.

My heart thuds heavily in my chest, very awake now that I’m swooning over forehead kisses.

He pulls back the covers and I open my arms to him. He crawls right in, his head on my chest and my arms around his shoulders.

“How’d it go?” I ask. “With Rodolphus?”

“Bit underwhelming,” he answers. His voice is a little muffled because his face is half-buried in my boob. “I just waited until he was drunk enough. Didn’t take long.”

“That’s a relief,” I sigh. 

“What’s a relief is you not being seen,” he says, sounding irritated and impressed. “Had you been there the entire time?”

“I only came in when your brother and Hermione left.”

He exhales heavily and his head shakes a bit. “I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”

I think for a second, then I chuckle. “I’ve definitely said way worse to myself, don’t worry. They can say all they want, but I did get absolutely railed tonight, so…”

His shoulders shake under my hands with silent laughter. “Yes, that’s true,” he says after he can take a breath. “I’m surprised you haven’t any questions regarding the articles about you.”

“The ones demanding my release?”

“Yes.”

“Well, isn’t it up to you? It’s not like the cops can come and take me away, right?”

His arms tighten over mine, his leg hiking over my thigh. “No one can take you from me,” he says darkly. “I won’t let them.”

I’m stunned by the intensity of his words. New year, new Thomus, I guess. My fingers start to comb through his hair, which does its job to calm both him and me. 

Tonight’s been a big night for us. The whole thing with Rodolphus, the meeting, and let's not forget he more or less admitted to having feelings for me, to caring about me more than he should.

The problem is that I want it so… so bad. The whole thing with Rodolphus could've went much worse if he didn't trust me to handle myself. He went to so much trouble to sneak me in here to be able to kiss me for New Years. He even defended me in front of a roomful of his peers and superiors. Like, how else am I supposed to feel? How am I not supposed to want more when I've been gifted a taste of what I've always wanted? This has to be the universe's form of punishing me.

For now, I kiss his temple and drape my arms over his shoulders to hold him tighter, dreading the day I can't.

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Loki’s First Time Cuddling- Loki Laufeyson xreader headcanon

Summary: it’s Loki’s first time cuddling with his midgardian girlfriend Y/N and isn’t sure what to do and explains to her how he feels & why

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of Loki’s hard past with his family, fluffy comfort

. Loki never really understood physical affection or why people did it until Y/N helped him to understand what it meant

. Loki and Y/N are sitting in bed and Y/N wants to cuddle but Loki has never cuddled before so he is nervous and isn’t sure what to do and says “so for cuddling, what do I do?”

. Y/N is surprised he’s never cuddled before but is happy to show him, Y/N says “here sit close to me and wrap your arms around my waist.” Loki does his best and feels nervous at first but smiles at the feeling of having her close to him and says “darling I’ve never had any sort of physical affection from anyone before.. my family never physically showed that they loved me or even said it.”

.Y/N turns around to face loki and sees him crying and gives him a hug and says “oh Loki I’m sorry, I hope you know I love you, I love you very much.” Loki smiled and hugs Y/N back not wanting to let go and Loki said “I love you Y/N you mean everything to me, thank you for loving me dove.” Y/N kissed loki and said “you deserve love Loki, you are a wonderful man.”

. Y/N gives loki a few tips on cuddling and says “sometimes while people cuddle people watch tv or listen to music, if you wanna do that we can or if you wanna read while we cuddle we can do that too.” Loki kisses Y/N and says “I’d be happy just sitting here holding you my love but we can do anything you wish.” Y/N loved when loki read to her and said “Can you read to me? I love when you read.”

. Loki picked up his favorite poem book and Y/N laid against Loki while he read outloud and Y/N slowly fell asleep which Loki loved that Y/N felt comfortable laying against him

. Y/N made Loki’s first time cuddling very special for him and he hoped they would cuddle more often together, loki finally knew how love felt while watching the love of his life sleep on his chest

. Loki would cuddle with Y/N every chance he could get with her and Y/N loved that it made Loki happy

Hey lovelies!! 🤗💚💚 ok so I didn’t have too many ideas for this one sadly 😅 but I thought this would be really cute!! I hope you all enjoy xx

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[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 26

WARNINGS: Character Death.

The blood curdling scream from a student out in the corridor had every teacher running out of their classroom to see what was going on.

Chris had been in his office when he heard the scream too as a student came running inside one of the side doors of the building. Though he saw exactly what was wrong as he looked out of the window.

Loki and Claire were confused, and Claire was scared, what the hell was happening? All she saw was Chris storming down the corridor, his eyes were blazing red and his hands balled into fists as he cracked his neck a few times.

‘Keep your students safe. By any means necessary.’ He barked out at all the teachers as he reached the end of the corridor.

Loki looked out the window on front of them opposite his classroom. His eyes widened.

‘Claire. Get inside the classroom. Now.’ Claire’s eyes went wide as she looked in the same direction Loki was looking.

There were six hunters outside, in the school grounds, they had a group of students surrounded. They’d been outside studying on one of the benches, since some of them had a free period and it was a dry day.

The hunters had a mixture of guns and crossbows, the poor students outside were vampires and humans, but they were all terrified.

Claire went back into the classroom while Loki stayed outside the door on guard, though he began making his way to the main entrance. Severus stopped him on his way by.

‘Don’t. Let Chris deal with this. You need to stay near your class in-case they get inside.’ Severus said firmly.

Loki snarled in anger, not at Severus as he knew he was right, just at the situation in general.

‘We have a class unsupervised! I don’t know where Jeremy has gone.’ Jessica yelled down the corridor.

‘Shit.’ Loki hissed.

He popped his head back into his class. ‘Claire. Can you watch Jeremy’s class? Just keep them calm. I’ll keep an eye on both from out here.’ He said hastily.

Claire nodded and rushed down the corridor into Jeremy’s class. Loki figured the hunters wouldn’t get this far anyway if Chris was away to deal with them, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he would get the job done. -

‘Get the fuck away from my students!’ Chris yelled as he stormed outside and straight over towards the hunters.

They aimed their various weapons towards him, but Chris didn’t falter as he continued closer to them.

‘Get inside.’ Chris barked at the students.

They were frozen in fear, as the hunters didn’t let them move, they had them cornered.

‘They’re not going anywhere.’ One of the hunters said calmly.

Chris paused not too far from them, he smirked and tilted his head to the side. ‘I’m the headmaster here. You will let these kids go.’ His fangs emerged and he launched towards the hunters.

While the hunters were distracted, the kids ran for the entrance of the school for safety. One of the hunters shot at Chris with a silver bullet, it penetrated his arm, and while Chris cursed out in pain, it didn’t deter him at all. The hunters shared a look, a scared look, for the first time since they arrived there, as they realised that he was an original vampire. So silver bullets wouldn’t affect him.

‘Now you’ve really pissed me off.’ Chris snarled at them.

Chris started attacking the six hunters, he didn’t notice another four coming across the grounds towards him until they were on him. Then, out of nowhere, Toshi appeared. She shot a bolt straight into one of the hunter’s chests, killing him instantly.

Chris glanced at her and clenched his jaw, but then got on with the job at hand. He pounced on the nearest hunter and tore into his neck, ripping flesh clean off. His mouth was dripping with the man’s blood, he spat it out in disgust and it sprayed over another hunter that had fallen over in the fight, who began scrambling away backwards from Chris.

‘Your turn.’ Chris growled at him. -

While Chris and Toshi were dealing with the fight outside, Loki could see it all happening. He wasn’t sure who the cloaked figure was, as he couldn’t see from the distance he was at.

He’d bundled the kids that had been outside into his classroom as he was nearest for them.

Poor Michael looked horrified as he watched the scene outside, and super confused. Loki knew that any human student seeing this too, would have so many questions. Why was their headmaster easily tearing flesh out of people that were trying to attack the school.

In the meantime, he just hoped that everyone would survive this. He didn’t think he could handle losing more students.

There were loud smashing noises that came from every classroom, along with screams from a lot of the students.

‘No… no, no, no!’ Loki panicked as he ran into his classroom to find a hunter had broken in through the window.

The kids were all huddled at the back of the classroom in fear. Loki cautiously walked towards the hunter, putting himself between him and his students.

‘You’ve picked the wrong school to meddle with.’ Loki snarled, his fangs emerged and his eyes darkened.

‘Oh no. I think we’ve got just the right one.’ The hunter laughed wickedly and looked over Loki’s shoulder at the students, with his crossbow ready to fire.

For Loki it felt like time slowed down, more so when he heard a scream that he recognised from another room, it was Claire. He had to get to her, but he couldn’t leave his students in danger. He needed to get this guy dealt with, and fast.

He turned into bat form and rapidly flew straight for the hunter’s neck and turned into his vampire form at the last second as he sank his teeth into him and, taking a leaf out of Chris’ book, tore a chunk out of his neck. It was the quickest way for them to take someone down. -

Chris and Toshi had two hunters left outside to deal with, though they’d both heard what was going on inside, that more hunters had broken into the classrooms. As Chris looked round, he heard Claire screaming from Jeremy’s classroom and put two and two together, there was no vampire in there with the students.

Toshi looked over at Chris. ‘Go. I’ve got these two.’ She said as she swiftly kicked one over then stabbed him in the neck with one of her knives.

Chris bolted across the grounds and jumped in through the window. Claire had managed to quickly escort most of the kids out of the room, putting herself between them and the hunter, though the hunter knew she wasn’t a vampire, he grabbed her arm anyway and wouldn’t let her go, as the kids all managed to escape the room.

‘You better let go of her.’ Chris snarled at him.

‘Hand over all the vampires and I will.’ The hunter snapped at him.

‘That’s never going to happen.’

Once Loki had dealt with the hunter in his classroom, he rushed out and down to Jeremy’s class. He saw all the students huddling at the end of the corridor, but no Claire, his heart almost stopped as he ran into the room.

Loki barging in distracted the hunter for a second, though a second was all that Chris needed. He shot across the room and got the hunter from behind, he grabbed his head and pulled it back and down firmly, snapping his neck with a sickening crack.

Before his body even hit the ground, Loki ran to Claire and embraced her tightly. He then grabbed her face and looked her over. ‘Are you ok? Did he hurt you? I’m so sorry I left you alone in here.’

‘I’m fine, Loki… I’m fine.’ She gasped, even if a tear did roll down her cheek because of how scared she’d been. ‘The kids…’

Loki looked up but Chris was gone in the blink of an eye, he was working his way through the classrooms, making sure there wasn’t any hunters left.

Loki took Claire and the kids from the corridor back into his classroom, so they were all together. He opened the door and stood half in, so he could see if there was anything going on. Though it seemed to have ended.

All the teachers were flustered after fending off the hunters. Severus had helped Michaels class, since poor Michael was just as scared and stunned as the students.

‘Everyone alright here?’ Severus asked Loki when he emerged from Michaels class and blew at a strand of hair that was over his face, his hair was all dishevelled, Loki had never seen him in that state before. If it wasn’t for the severity of what had happened, he would have found it rather amusing.

‘Yes, all good here. Has there been any casualties?’ Loki asked, dreading the answer.

‘No. Not that I can tell, anyway.’ Severus said and looked around, then he paused as he looked outside and could see Chris with the cloaked figure.

Loki frowned. ‘Who is that.’

‘I don’t know.’ Severus hummed. -

‘Thanks… for helping me save the students.’ Chris said gruffly to Toshi outside.

‘I did it for them, not you.’ Toshi said as she pulled her favourite knife out of one of the hunters, she pulled a face at the blood all over it. She whipped out a blood-stained rag and gave her knife a quick clean before putting it back in its sheath.

Chris stepped a little closer to her, he was about to say something but he began sniffing instead and frowned.

‘I thought you were a vampire, not a dog.’ Toshi huffed at him.

‘You’re mated… with a vampire.’ Chris said in surprise, ignoring her comment.

‘Wow, did you work that out all by yourself? Well done. Do you want a cookie for it?’

Chris narrowed his eyes at her and growled lowly, though he leaned in further and sniffed some more. ‘Wait a minute. I know that smell. That’s’

‘None of your business, hound dog.’ Toshi snapped at him as she put her finger up in warning at him.

‘Chris!’ Loki called from the main door.

Chris’ head snapped around briefly to Loki, then he looked back at Toshi, but she was halfway across the grounds by that point. He sighed in frustration and made his way inside.

‘We need to get all the humans into the hall, you know what I need to do.’ Chris said to Loki.

‘Already on it. Do you know where’

Loki was cut off when a student came bursting out of the bathroom right on front of Loki and Chris. It was a first-year vampire, he had tears in his eyes and looked horrified.

‘Please, help! It’s Mr Renner! He’s been shot!’ The student cried and pointed at the bathroom. ‘He grabbed me in there for safety when those people attacked, but one came in and shot him.’

Loki put his hand on the student’s shoulder. ‘It’s ok… You’re ok, breathe.’ He tried to calm him the best he could.

Chris and Loki rushed into the bathroom, but they were too late.

‘NO!’ Chris screamed and punched right through the wall. ‘Where did the hunter go?’ He barked at the student, though didn’t mean to raise his voice at him.

‘Out there.’ The student pointed towards the frosted window that was smashed in.

‘I’ll be back. Get all the humans into the hall and send the vampires home, but a guardian must collect them for safety.’ Chris demanded, he turned into a bat and flew off out the window, in search of the hunter.

Loki looked at Jeremy’s body and tried to hold his emotions together on front of the already traumatised vampire student.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and put his arm around the kid to lead him out of the bathroom. ‘Come on.’  

[indelen]

I love that one fanfic trope where Loki needs a disguise on Earth or whatever so he shape shifts and the narrative makes it clear it's to look like Tom.

Exactly the kind of silly little joke I like.

[sleepy-window]

POV: you watch a handsome man walk by your fav coffee shop everyday, taking long strides without break. he always wears a fitted black suit, some days iridescent green or blue, but most often so dark it absorbs all warmth and attention. colors shimmer around him, and you're convinced he's framed by a halo of light that no one can see-- but you do. you've had a month to notice, to rake for details behind a steaming cup of coffee. but was he scowling or smiling? you could never tell. until one day his eyes catch yours appreciating, and you know for sure. it's a smile and a crown of golden horns.

[viviennes-tears]

Little Tease (Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan & X reader One shot)

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A/N: Hello all you wonderful people! 

It's been forever since I last updated and I apologise profusely for my absence. I won't ramble on here about it, as there's a full explanation on my profile about my lack of updates, and an announcement too for you to check out. However I am hoping the following updates have been worth the extended wait.

Also thank you to Florence_Nightwing for sending me another prompt from back in October and for waiting extremely patiently for me to write this. I will say I got into a flow which then took a turn and I hope it worked out well. It was certainly fun to write and a great way to come back 😊 x

(This is now the last of the October 2023 prompts and prompts are still currently closed.)

Prompt requested by Florence_Nightwing on AO3: If your not too inundated, can you please do another like this? Tom and Sebastian go to the costume trailer to see Tom Holland in just his Spiderman thong for the female costume assistant he fancies. They decide to be annoying big brothers and tease him in front of her even going as far as to give him a wedge and ask her how she likes his butt cheeks, and they play with them. Something goofy like that, please.

Summary: You are working on a Marvel set as an assistant in the costume department. You've worked on all the solo Tom Holland (your crush) SpiderMan movies previously working on this movie set. You've always enjoyed the working environment and those who you've worked with, however this one particular day onset was one you weren't expecting, which ended up involving Tom, Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan. Along the way you gain a new self-discovery. 

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"I'm sorry I keep causing you extra work all the time." Tom says, while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Nonsense, Tom, you know it's my job to do repairs and assist on costume designs." You assured him, as you prepare to fix his Spidey suit for the thousandth time whilst working on this movie alone. 

Actually you've been lucky enough to be a costume assistant on all the solo SpiderMan movies since Tom took on the role, however this is the first time you've worked on any of the other Marvel projects, because usually when they asked for you to come back you had to decline, due to other work obligations. Although you made sure for all the solo SpiderMan movies that you were available to work, partly because you enjoyed those who you worked with, and partly because of your crush on Tom. Not that he knows you have feelings for him, nor have you noticed he has a crush on you too, despite it being so obvious to everyone else.

Once you had set everything ready you helped unzip him out of his suit, before he carefully pulled the suit down and off in order to not cause any further damage, albeit neither of you are aware of being watched during this short interaction. At least not until...

"Well, well, well Thomas...have we been careless again?" Sebastian says playfully, as he himself and Hiddleston emerge from their hiding spot from around the corner, each of them carrying their own costumes in their arms. Holland instantly sighs and rolls his eyes at the older men as they approach while you try to hide your amusement.

"Come now, Seb, don't embarrass the boy in front of the lovely lady." Hiddleston says flirtatiously, taking your hand and kissing it, purposely to annoy Holland and make you blush as you often did whenever he put on the charm.

"Aren't you two done for the day?" Tom asks slightly frustratedly, as Hiddleston winks at you and lets your hand go.

"We are indeed." Hiddleston replies, taking Sebastian's costume from him and hanging both of their costumes onto the correct standing rack.

"But there's no rush to be anywhere...besides we've not had much chance to catch up yet." Sebastian adds with a sly smile on his lips as he eyes Holland up and down. Clearly he is calculating his next move, making Holland a bit nervous, as for yourself you've somewhat recovered from Tom's charming act a moment ago.

Hiddleston suddenly appears behind Holland without him noticing until he feels the older man's big hands on his shoulders, causing him to flitch slightly, and then breath out when he turns his head to see who it was. "Relax, Tom." Hiddleston chuckles before he begins massaging his bare shoulders.

"Yeah, just us here..." Sebastian adds, his eyes darkening with mischief intent and Tom assumed Hiddleston looked the same way, they usually do when the teasing is going to take a turn that he can never quite predict what will come of it.

You cleared your throat shortly after Sebastian said that and then you began to assess the full extent of the damage to Tom's Spidey suit over by your workbench. Holland gulped as he felt Hiddleston’s hands gently trail down his back, before the slight squeeze on his hips. The way Tom squirmed distracted you and made you look between the men confused by the silent looks between each of them.

"What?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows, abandoning the Spidey suit on your workbench.

"What do you think of Thomas here?" Sebastian asks out of the blue, stunning you from the unexpected question. Sebastian's smirk reappears as he pulls Tom closer to him, making him face you while he drapes his arm around Tom's neck, and his hand resting on his bare chest. Tom stands there awkwardly, and he knows if he tries to move away it would be a futile attempt, meaning Sebastian will make it worse for him if he tries.

"Well...I-I think he's a great guy. Never difficult to work with nor does he cause any drama like some people can on sets." You replied, choosing these words as a safe way to answer the question. "Want more than that, love." Hiddleston says in a low seductive voice close to you, his scent invading your senses too. He did it on purpose again, getting you to blush and for Holland to feel annoyed he's flirting with you once more.

"You can't say you're not attracted to him right now...I mean look at this face." Sebastian teases as he pinches Holland's cheeks together with his free hand, the other still resting on his bare chest, his actions causing Tom to get a little flustered now he's worked out their intentions. Even if he hasn't worked out how far they will go.

You struggle to find words to divert from divulging your true feelings for Tom, but the blush on your cheeks was evident enough for them anyway, not that either Sebastian or Hiddleston would mention they've known for a long time already. Despite your inability to defend yourself it didn't falter the older men from teasing the pair of you further.

"He's quite the catch, no?" Hiddleston asks, his fingers brushing against your exposed arms due to the short sleeves you have on today, the feather-like touch forming goosebumps on your arms. 

"What's not to like? He's young, good looking and sweet as you girls like to say." Sebastian continued, letting go of Holland's cheeks, but the hand which had been resting on his chest no longer stayed still. Instead his fingers started to circulate around Tom's left nipple slowly and gently. The sensation caused Tom's nipple to react and form a tweak-able point, much to his annoyance Sebastian took advantage, rolling the peak of his nipple between his fingers. Your eyes widened slightly, this wasn't at all where you imagined this conversation to go at all, of course your reaction amused the older men to no end.

"What more could you ask for, darling?" Hiddleston adds, as he moves over to the guys, his fingers gone yet left a tingling sensation in their wake.

"Alright, alright guys, I think Y/N is getting uncomfortable now." Tom says with nervous laughter and pleading eyes. It's clear he's trying to hide something from you, you just can't work out what, at least not yet.

Sebastian mockingly ponders for a few seconds before saying, "no, I think we're getting somewhere with this. Right, Tommy?"

"Right." Hiddleston agrees, wrapping his arm around Holland's waist, Sebastian's still around his neck. "We're only helping out the little guy." Hiddleston adds playfully, both he and Sebastian chuckle simultaneously. Holland sighs exasperatedly, you're speechless, this being the strangest interaction you've had with any of them.

"Come on, Thomas, lighten up." Sebastian says, his hand trailing down Tom's back down to his ass, squeezing his bare ass cheek firmly. Holland's eyes widened in surprise as he jumped a little at the same time. "Do you like his ass, Doll?" Sebastian asks, a darker look appearing in his eyes as he stares at Holland.

"I-I er..." You stuttered, your cheeks flushing again at another risque question, Tom's cheeks just as red too.

"I think you just need a memory refresher." Sebastian says, his fingers wrapping around the thin waistband of Tom's thong, then tugging at them swiftly and yanking them upwards. Tom lets out a little unexpected yelp as his balls were being strung up. His lips then press into a firm thin line as Sebastian man handles him with his free hand, Hiddleston's arm falling from his waist, his butt then on full display to you now he's been made to turn around. "Mhm...peachy." Sebastian adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

A few seconds later Sebastian man handles Tom again, he stumbles as Sebastian forces him to walk over to the workbench, he frees up some space, shoving things aside including the Spidey suit to one side too. Followed by Sebastian standing to the side while pressing Tom forwards against the workbench, forcing him face down, his hand pressing down on his back with his fingers splayed out to keep him in place. Hiddleston starts smirking in his signature Loki way, his eyes darkening now too to match Sebastian's own, he also continues to crotch down on the other side of Holland, spanking his ass hard and Holland yelps again. Your jaw drops instantly, realising they must have a much closer relationship than anyone knew about, plus the more you witness their behaviour the more you realised you're now somehow involved too.

"He likes a good spanking." Hiddleston seemed to have a look about him that made you realise he really wasn't joking, despite his tone sounded like he was. The next thing you knew was Hiddleston grabbing hold of your wrist, gently pulling you closer, as Holland peered over his shoulder shyly with brightly flushed cheeks. "Give it a try, love." Hiddleston encourages, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin and you feel another tingling sensation from his touch.

The older men see you're hesitant, you have every right to be though, after all you've never spanked anyone before. Sebastian and Hiddleston give each other an exchange of looks in agreement, leading to Hiddleston easing your hand towards Holland's butt, before getting you to cup his bare ass cheek in your palm. You all hear the loud gulp from Holland and you feel his ass clenching beneath your touch. Followed by you taking a shaky breath out of nervousness, albeit your fingers soon twitch, feeling the warmth of Holland's ass in your hand and Hiddleston's fingers lightly caressing the back of your hand. This lasts for a long moment before Hiddleston leads your hand away and back again, a light tap on Holland's ass on re-entry, he's easing you into the idea of spanking. All the while Sebastian watched Hiddleston teach you how to spank someone the right way to bring pleasure. Of course he was delighted by the sight and absentmindedly caressed Holland's body.

Every touch and sensation was affecting Tom, his breathing becoming more shaky and low, his cheeks still bright red, while his fists kept clenching and unclenching. Although the long awaited anticipation eventually arrived, after the small little practice goes your hand thwacked against his ass hard, a low moan escaping Tom's lips upon impact while you felt the way his flesh had a slight heat to it already.

Hiddleston rose up to his full height shortly thereafter, leaning in closer towards you, his scent assaulting your senses again due to the closeness. "Again, darling." Hiddleston whispered lowly, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, causing your lips to part slightly to allow a tiny puff of air to escape. A smirk appeared on his lips like before as his fingers wrapped around your wrist once more. "Again." He repeats.

You look toward Sebastian who nods approvingly and bites his lower lip. By this point however it's like these men have gotten under your skin like you never imagined they could, yet somehow they had accomplished to do so. On the other hand it was all rather arousing too, once you had become acquainted with the situation you found yourself in, a situation which would be engraved into your memory for sure.

As you prepared to give Tom another good smack he peered over his shoulder at you again. His eyes seem to be staring into your soul, not like he's begging for you to stop, in fact you see the opposite and you know he wants more. There have been many times where you pictured Tom during the throes of pleasure, however never in your wildest dreams had you pictured him like being dominated. That look did give you reassurance about doing this and you went for it this time. This time you spanked Tom's butt repeatedly in a rapid quick session, the older men not able to take their eyes off the scene before them, while Tom moaned and yelped in pleasure. 

"Enough." Sebastian suddenly cuts you off mid action after a few consecutive slaps. You do as you're told and watch Sebastian help Tom to stand up properly again. His hand massaging Tom's butt, earning a low grunt from Tom, both older men chuckled.

"Not bad, love." Hiddleston praises and places a kiss upon your reddened cheek. Getting their approval actually felt nice, but you also had a feeling you've definitely delved into something with the three of them now. 

In the end you found it wasn't as far-fetched as it may have first sounded, because within the next hour an hour you found yourself in Hiddleston's trailer with the three of them, naked. Your seemingly normal day working on set turned into an afternoon delight partaking in a foursome. A foursome with even more kinky antics and you being fucked in every hole at the same time. Your body got used and over simulated in the most pleasurable way by the end. Along the way discovering a new side of yourself, a side of yourself you wanted to continue to explore, the exploration you knew would only ever be satisfied with these three beautiful men.

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[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 28

“Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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The Norns knew that Loki's patience had been tested over the years. After all, he had grown up with Thor. He liked to think that he was perfectly capable of calmly waiting for the pieces to fall into place as others struggled to catch up to realizations he had already come to long before.

That said, if Caroline and his parents did not soon join them, he was fully prepared to storm his mother's sitting room and drag them all out.

"You can pace if you like, it makes no difference to me."

Loki glared over to where the ancient Healer was sitting. He could not deny that he longed to do just as she suggested and wear a rut in the highly polished marble floor, but he refused to give in to the temptation. Not that he was fooling her or himself, of course. Between his fingers drumming on the arms of his chair and constantly adjusting the position of his legs, Loki was as fidgety as wolf pup in thunder storm.

"I am fine, thank you," was all he said, grinding his teeth when the woman gave him a look that clearly said she knew he was lying.

At least in the beginning he had been distracted as Eir rooted around in his head. The sensation had not been physically unpleasant, but Loki was far from comfortable with sharing the secrets of his mind with anyone. The woman had made small noises as she prodded with her seidr, causing odd surges of emotions he could not explain. At last, she had sighed and removed her hands from where they had been sunk into his hair.

"Not unworkable," was all she had said.

"Perhaps you could distract me," he suggested now, tilting back his heavy wooden chair to a dangerous angle. She had lived long enough, she must have stories.

"I thought that was the job of your little Midgardian girl," Eir replied.

"I did not mean... that is to say... I was not implying..."

"Relax, Princeling," Eir laughed, though not unkindly. "You are far too young for my taste."

"Just exactly how old are you?" he asked, words escaping before he could think better of them. Why did she put his so on the back foot? "Forgive me, that was unpolite of me."

"I am far too old to be offended by your asking," she said with a wave of her hand.

"Well then?" he prompted; curiosity roused.

"I don't really remember any longer," she told him with a shrug. "I have been a Healer since before Odin ascended to the throne."

"Implying you were once something else?"

"Oh, many things," she said vaguely.

"Such as?" really, could she not humor him and take his mind off of the fact that others were deciding his fate?

"A Valkyrie, for one."

"Truly?" Now that was interesting!

"You look surprised. I was not always old, you know. Yes, I was one of Bor's generals. For millennia I helped defend Asgard and its throne from all who sought to challenge it."

"From Valkyrie to Healer? That is quite a turn."

"Not as much as you might think. To take a life is easier than to save it, but to do either well requires a basis in the same basic knowledge. You must remember as well, Valkyries do not just give battle, they ferry the soles of the glorious dead to Valhalla. It is in itself a form of care for the wounded."

It made sense in a twisted sort of way. He could see it in her, too. The iron straight posture, the air of command, give her a winged horse and a Dragon Fang blade and Loki would not want to face her on the battlefield.

"So, what led to your change of heart?" he asked.

"Your grandfather declared war on the Jotunheim."

"I was told that Odin vanquished the Jotun," the Nine knew he had heard the story often enough.

"And so he did," Eir confirmed. "But that was hardly the first time the two realms went to war. Subjugation or extermination of the Frost Giants has a long history with the royal family."

"And what? You feared to face the cruel might of the Jotuns?"

"Why should I fear my own kin?"

"I beg your pardon?"

It was rare that something caught Loki completely off guard, but Eir's pronouncement, so calmly made, had his jaw dropping to the floor. He would have thought that she was jesting, but in his experience that was not in her nature. Yet she sat there so calm, returning his stare with an easy continence.

"It is not as though it was a secret," Eir shrugged. "My maternal grandmother Ygonda was a Jotun Princess. You need not look so horrified, Princeling. Such things were much more common back in the early days. My grandfather was an ambassador to the Jotunheim; we had still had diplomatic relations at the time. The story goes that one look at Ygonda and he was hopelessly besotted. It took some time, and from what I understand an intensive series of vocal lessons, but in the end, he wooed and won the Ice Princess."

"But they are so savage -"

"Asgardian propaganda," Eir waved away his characterization. "I lived with the Jotuns for quite some time in my younger days."

"You did?" even the possibility of such a thing was inconceivable in the world they lived in now.

"It was when I was in training to become a Valkyrie. I had mastered Asgardian methods of fighting, but that alone was not enough to be selected for their exalted ranks. I was a quarter Jotun, and my grandmother had long since returned to her homeland. While her marriage had been passionate, she never felt quite at home here. Our people can be less then welcoming to those who are different, even if they are royalty. I reached out to Ygonda and she was happy to welcome me into her home."

"What was it like?" Loki was fascinated.

"Strange at first, but I adapted quickly. My focus was on battle and fighting techniques, of course. I was not as large as they were, of course, but I was fast. They taught me how to fight with the spears they prefer, and how to over awe your enemy. On top of that, I was enthralled by their healing magic. It was the first time I had ever dabbled in the restorative arts, and I loved the challenge it provided, a battle of its own you might say."

"I never even suspected," Loki shook his head as he stared at her.

"It is not something I advertise these days, relations between the two realms being what they were. When I was forced to choose sides, I realized that as much as I loved my Jotun family, my home was on Asgard. That being said, I am aware of how small-minded our people can be. Asgardians are proud, and not quick to be welcoming to anyone seen as different."

Loki knew firsthand how true that could be. He was a Prince of the Realm and yet he had never felt welcomed by his people. How much harder must it have been for someone of another race all together?

He took a long, hard look at Eir now. She had always seemed a giant to him, if not in the literal sense. There was a slight bluish tint to her skin, and if he looked for it, he could just make out raised lines on her forehead. A Frost Giant, here among the Gods on Asgard? He never would have thought it possible.

A wave of vertigo swept through him, causing him to lower his head into his hands.

"Prince Loki, are you quite well?" she asked.

"Fine," he said shortly. "But the sooner we fix whatever it is that is wrong with my memory, the happier I will be."

"I hope you are correct," she said. After a moment, she added "If, when we are finished with your procedure, you find yourself in need of a friendly ear, my office is always open to you."

"Why?" he asked, taken aback.

"I have always thought you were worth more than most of the youth of Asgard," she told him. "In a few millennia, you might even make a competent healer."

From anyone else he would have been offended, but he was aware enough to realize that for Eir this was the height of flattery.

"I will keep that in mind," he said with a nod. "If I don't go mad waiting for the others to join us."

"I forget sometimes what it is like to be young," she said with a sigh. "I am extremely glad I am past those days."

Loki almost wished that he was past them as well. Giving up his best intentions, he pushed himself from the chair. Eir had opened herself up to him, he no longer felt the need to hide his own feelings. Pushing his hair back from his high forehead, he began to pace the bounds of the room.

***

"Finally!"

Caroline had barely stepped in the room when Loki pounced at them. He had been on his feet, and from the looks of him he was about to tear the room apart. He walked towards her now, claiming her hands and bringing them to his lips to kiss her knuckles. Oh, she was a sucker for that!

"Sorry it took so long," she said, voice sounding a bit flustered even from that relatively innocent contact.

"Well?" he demanded, looking from her to where his parents stood tall beside her.

"I do not like this," Odin pronounced, as usual speaking louder than room required. She was beginning to see where Thor's way of speaking came from. "In my view of things, this loss of memory is a blessing. If you have indeed been tortured as this woman has led us to believe, why would you wish to recall such a thing?"

"I believe I can blur the worst of his pain," Eir spoke before Loki could form an answer.

Caroline was glad for the Healer's intervention. She had used everything she could think of to persuade the God, but Odin had been reluctant at best to go along with the path everyone else saw as the obvious choice. Finally, with Frigga's help, she had gotten him to the point where he agreed to allow Loki and Eir to decide. She only hoped he would stick with that decision long enough for the procedure to take place.

"What do you have in mind?" Frigga asked, looping her hand through her husband's arm.

"Now that I know that the Mind Stone was the cause of much of his torment, I can filter through his thoughts looking for its signature overriding his own brain pathways. Once I have that time period isolated, I can completely remove the block we placed on either side of it."

"I want to remember all of it," Loki insisted stubbornly.

"I am getting to that," Eir told him. "With your mother's help, I believe I can lift the mental block while leaving the emotional dampening in place. This will allow the prince to recall the facts of his past without the hurt he suffered."

"That sounds ideal!" Caroline beamed at the old Goddess.

"Excellent, let's do that then. When do we start?" Loki asked, eagerness written all over him.

"Not in the middle of the night," Frigga admonished him.

"We are all here now," Loki protested.

"I am not going to perform, or even assist on, work on my son's brain at anything less than one hundred percent. You will also want to be at your strongest, fully rested, for the procedure. I suggest we all get as much rest as remains this night and meet in Eir's offices tomorrow at midday."

"That is acceptable," Eir nodded. "Your Majesties, Princeling, I bid you goodnight."

Caroline tried not to be offended that she was completely left out of the woman's farewells. After all, she was hardly royalty. Still, she was hopeful that Loki would not want to linger here once he was back in possession of his memories. Assuming, of course, that he still wanted to remain with her at that point.

"You will think carefully about this, Loki," Odin instructed, glaring at his son. "There is still time to change your mind."

"My mind is set."

"Why don't you go get some sleep," Frigga suggested again, clearly wanting to hold off any impending arguments.

"Very well," Loki sighed, offering her is arm. "Caroline?"

"Hold!" Odin snapped. "You will not bring that woman back to your chambers."

"You can't be serious!" Loki bristled.

"This is the Royal Palace of Asgard, not a village tavern. She has no place here. Your mother can find her a bed in the servant's hall."

"Odin," Frigga pleaded.

"Caroline is not a servant," Loki insisted. "She is my intended."

Well, that was news to Caroline! And to Loki's true self, if it came down to it. Yes, he cared for her, but they had hardly had time to discuss anything of any permanence. Despite all of these mental protestations, Caroline could not help the thrill that passed through her as he spoke the hot, possessive words.

"She is no such thing! Such an idea is the height of lunacy. A phoenix does not mate with a moth after all."

"I love her, father."

"You don't even know her!"

"Even still."

"Loki, it is alright," Caroline said, swallowing a lump in her throat.

As angry as she was at Odin's treatment of her, she did not want to antagonize him to the point where he changed his mind on Loki's procedure. They just had to get his memories restored, and then they could escape from Asgard and Loki's tyrant of a father.

"It is not alright. I will not have you disrespected."

"Perhaps a compromise," Frigga once more attempted to play peacemaker. "Caroline is a guest, and as such I agree with Loki that it would not be suitable to lodge her with the servants. However, Loki needs all the rest he can get. I will therefore have a guest chamber prepared for her. It should not take more than a few moments."

"I will sleep better with her beside me."

Caroline loved the intention behind his declaration, but she knew that in this case it might actually not be true. It had been hard enough to keep him at arm's length earlier, if they spent all night (or what remained of it) pressed against each other, how long until her resistance gave way, and she threw herself on top of him?

"As much as I want to be there," she said, looking up into his eyes, "your mother is right. When I am next in your arms, I do not intend for either of us to get any rest at all."

It was a bold statement, particularly spoken as it was in front of his very disapproving father, but Caroline knew her Prince. A heat kindled in his eyes and she felt his pulse quicken to match hers. She could not be sure, but she almost thought she heard a rumbling noise like a growl deep in his chest.

"Very well," he said at last. "I expect the room that she is given to be suitable for one of the highest rank."

"Of course," Frigga agreed quickly. "Caroline, if you come with me, I will escort you."

Caroline gave a small gasp as, ignoring his mother for the moment, Loki pulled her into his arms. His kiss was slow, long, and hot, promising all sorts of things that she could not wait to collect on. Part way through, she vaguely heard Odin snort and storm out of the room, but she could barely be bothered to notice, so consumed was she with Loki's embrace.

"You have made your point, and he is gone," Frigga said at last.

Caroline sighed with regret as Loki pulled back at last placing one last chaste kiss to her nose.

"That was not to make a point," Loki spoke in a raspy voice, eyes locked with Caroline's. "That was to make a promise. Sleep well, my love. It will be your last alone.

For those interested, I did some research on Eir before writing this chapter. It turns out that in myths she is referenced at different points as being a Valkyrie and being Jotun. This seemed such a wonderful opportunity for this story, I just had to give her this history here.

[thlover94]

Title: The Spotlight

Summary: Rebecca gets a chance to shine on her own after receiving a contract from a local venue, however Tom has his reservations

⚠️Warning⚠️ - 18+, Strong Language, Sexual Themes, Adult Argument.

Authors Note: I’m sorry that I left those who follow Tom and Rebecca’s story waiting for more. Work has been real difficult this past year and I’m trying to find more time to write. So please bear with me but I have more to come! As always thank you for following along and your support! Love you all.

**As a reminder this is a fictional story and I only write for entertainment purposes**

As I dance around the kitchen preparing tonight’s dinner, I decide to text Tom to make sure he will be home at a decent hour.

He surprises me with his quick response of “yes, 6pm”

I am so excited to tell him that my band got hired to do a few gigs at a the local venue, with our first show tomorrow night! It’s not a large event by any means but this is what we’ve been hoping for.

A few hours later, as I’m opening a little of wine I’m startled at the ringing of my phone.

“Hello dear” I sweetly answer.

“Hey babe, I’m going to be late. The guys from set want to have some drinks at the bar. you can come if you want too” He stumbles over his words proving he’s already started the party.

“But I had dinner ready for us” I sigh

“I know babe I can eat it when I get home”

“Fine” I huff hanging up the phone. Tears stream down my face as I begin cleaning the kitchen. A while later I flop down in bed guzzling down the open bottle of wine.

*****

TOM’S POV:

Waving goodbye to the guys, I stumble up the drive. After what seems like an eternity I manage to get myself safely through the door and into the kitchen looking around I see dishes piled in the sink. As I throw my keys and wallet on the counter I notice an envelope and of course I curiously open it.

Realizing I’m in deep shit, I take a deep breath before making the dreaded walk up stairs. Slowly, I open the door and where to my surprise she I find her sleeping. Quietly I walk up to her and can’t help but crack a smile as I watch her snuggle with an empty wine bottle. Sweeping the hair off her face, decide it’s probably best that I sleep in the other room tonight.

******

Rebecca POV

Rolling over with a stretch, my eyes barley adjusting to the brightness of the clock which is flashing 9:00am, damn my head is killing me. Maybe drinking a whole bottle of wine wasn’t the best idea. I slowly put on some sweats and a T-shirt. Walking into the kitchen I see Tom sitting at the table. I don’t say anything and pour myself a cup of coffee turning to face him.

“Hey” he whispers

“Hey” I huff

Tom shifts in his seat and grabs the envelope “I uh saw your papers, congratulations I’m so proud of you baby.”

“Are you though?” My anger begins to show

“Of course I am.” His face saddens

“Well, I was going to show you last night at dinner but clearly you had more important things to do”

“Look..” he runs his hands through his unruly hair as he comes towards me.

“Stop!” I slam my cup on the counter. “I don’t want to hear your apology.” Walking away as my tears begin to form.

“Would you talk to me. Please” he begs as he follows behind like a lost puppy.

“Have you ever thought about me?” I yell allowing my anger to let loose.

“What a silly thing to say, of course I think if you”

“No. I mean have you ever thought for one second of all I have given for you and your career! For once I get something of my own and you are no where to be found. Sometimes I’m so fucking tired of being Mrs. Tom Hiddleston” my tears stream down my face.

“What do you mean? You want a divorce?” His entire face pales.

“I don’t know what I want…” I snap, running up the stairs.

“You know what?” Tom runs up behind me, grabbing my arm pinning me in the corner. He towers over me like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

“It’s been six years. six fucking years since you’ve started this shit. So I’m sorry that I haven’t been too excited. I know that if it goes south and it will, I have to be the one to pick up the pieces and put you together like I always have to do.” He shouts, his bitterness on full display

“Fuck you!” I whimper pushing him off running towards our bedroom. I pack my makeup, clothes and my guitar.

“Where are you going” He questions as I pass him in the hallway.

“Anywhere but here” I fly down the stairs slamming the door. I try to compose myself as I make my journey to the venue, I figured I might as well as use all my aggression and practice for the show tonight.

**********

“Becky! 20 minutes before show time!” Matt yells through the dressing room door.

“Thank you Matt!” I shout back as I focus on my makeup, trying to look halfway decent.

“Rebecca” I hear a soft voice, turning around I see its my husband holding a massive bouquet of my favorite flowers. I don’t say a word and swing back to the mirror.

He slowly inches his way to me, his reflection in the mirror. “So that’s it? you’re never going to talk to me again?”

“Tom I am 15 minutes from going on stage, I don’t have time to argue with you. If you want to help, go wait out in the audience.” I spitefully say. He lowers his head in defeat, laying the flowers beside me “good luck” he whispers and walks out.

******

TOM’S POV

“Jameson on the rocks, please” I ask the bartender before flopping down on the bar stool thinking about how I royally fucked things up these past 24 hours.

Breaking me from my thoughts is the sound of the band’s intro, I turn around right as Becky walks on making the crowd go wild. She wastes no time jumping into the set list.

Wow, her voice… it’s so hypnotic. I’m in awe as she dances around the stage. Pure passion radiating with every word, every movement. The whole audience seems hooked to every word. She’s absolutely breathtaking. Without even realizing it I’m wiping tears from my face. What an asshole I am from keeping her from the world.

*******

REBECCA POV

“Holy shit that was amazing!” I can feel the adrenaline still pumping through my veins as we run back stage.

“I can’t think of a better opening night, this calls for a round of shots!” Matt shouts and their rowdy selves make a beeline to the bar. I head back to the dressing room and wash my face, in the corner of my eye I see Tom emerge from the shadows of the backstage.

Leaning against the door frame, he wipes his tears “Before you tell me to leave, I need to talk to you. Please.”

“Ok, talk” I sigh dropping the towel I’m cleaning my face with as I sit down on the couch. He slowly kneels down before me his trembling hands hold onto mine.

“Rebecca, I’ve never seen you like this before. You were a natural out there. The whole audience was just mesmerized by your every move, every word. I’m so sorry that I kept you away from the world. If you still want to leave me, I understand.” His hand strokes the nape of my neck as lowers his head into my chest, his shoulder shaking as he allows his tears to fall. I caress his head, seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes.

After a few moments he looks up at me and I crack a smile. He leans in and kisses me.

“Tom, I know where our kisses lead and we can’t do this here, there’s a room full of people waiting.” I pout and reluctantly pull him off.

“You’re right. You better get out there” he sighs sitting as he sits next to me on the couch.

“Aren’t you going to come with me?” I stand in front of the mirror fixing my outfit.

“I’ll be out there in a bit, this is your night to shine, go out there and enjoy” he smiles

“Thank you” I whisper before running out the door, but find myself stopping just as fast. My heart needs him, I turn back shutting the door.

“What are you doing” he is shocked as I fly into his arms knocking him to the ground, immediately unzipping his pants.

“I’m fucking you right here”

“I love you” He laughs as he lays flat on the floor.

“This is going to be quick” I use his words against him as I slip his cock out from its confined space and it springs to action. Quickly I slip my undies off and align his manhood to my awaiting entrance slowly sinking myself down him.

“Fuck you’re so big” I groan as I begin to pick up the pace while simultaneously getting leg day in.

“That’s it, feel every inch of me.” his breathing getting heavier

Before I can register what’s happening, he flips me over so that I’m on all fours, with a quick thrust, his cock slams into me.

“Oh… oh… oh…” I groan as he hits the right little spot.

“Come… Let it go baby, let it go for me” he tightens his grip on my hips.

With a few more deep thrusts, my insides begin to tighten. Preparing for my release I grip the edge of the couch and I allow myself to let go, just as he finds his.

After a few moments, we begin coming down from our highs, he slowly pulls out of me with a laugh.

“What?” I ask as I make myself presentable again.

“Don’t we fuck good after fighting”

“Should I schedule in our next argument?” leaning in kissing him.

“I’m good for later tonight” he adjusts himself before smacking my ass making us both burst into laughter.

“Well, are you ready to go out there Mrs. Hid… He quickly stops himself realizing what he was about to say.

“Mrs. Hiddleston?” I finish.

“I’m sorry it’s a habit” he sighs.

“Let me correct what I said this morning, I love being your wife and I love being Mrs. Hiddleston but sometimes like tonight I just want to be me. Rebecca.”

“I know babe, I’m sorry I promise to respect that. Go out there and bask in your spotlight. You deserve every second” he smiles and proudly opens the door.

“I’m so ready!” I squeal pulling my shoulders back I confidently head towards the crowd.

[siggytumbles]

I've never done this before... but in honor of all The Night Manager season two hype... Here are some snippets of my TNM wip! It's just a few random scenes from the first part of the series (bc who has two thumbs and doesn't write in chronological order 🫣 #me). I'm hoping that posting little pieces will eventually inspire me to finish it and post the whole thing 🙃.

Overview: Brooklyn Roper is the daughter of Richard Roper, a prior combat medic, and heir to Tradepass. When Jonathan Pine meets her at that mountain-top hotel, he is both hesitant of her and irrationally enamored with her. She is a strange dichotomy of gentle and stern, sweet and deadly, playful and professional. What was supposed to be a one-night stand turns into something more as Jonathan fights his way into Roper's operation and is forced into close proximity with the women he can't (but needs to) stop thinking about.

Warning ⚠️: VERY mild description of smut below the cut.

[itsybitchylittlewitchy]

This is incredible 💚🔥🔥

The Chambermaid

Prince! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smutty smut smut

Having been promoted from simple maid to now a prince’s Chambermaid, you assumed the workload would be less considering you were now only catering to one person so you were surprised to find yourself even more exhausted now. Being a chambermaid to a royal meant waking up before them to ensure you had their breakfast ready, their bath drawn as well as their curtains and their clothes laid out all before sunrise; the royals woke frustratingly early. You later discovered that their early rise was to ensure that they all carried out any duties before midday allowing them the rest of the day free for other activities only the rich in Asgard could afford. Loki, although somewhat lacking duties, was no exception to this premature wake meaning neither was you.

Despite now only being contracted to ensure prince Loki’s welfare, you found yourself regaling his maidens too, and there were many. Most mornings you were cleaning up after them, fetching clothes for them and having the unfortunate job of marching them out of Loki’s rooms. You tried to do so with a smile, a smile that quickly faded to a frown whenever they’d make a comment in passing about your presence. Loki however was always quick to defend you. This morning you had managed to escort one of Loki’s flings out before running him a bath. Right now, you were making his bed, puffing his pillows when you noticed the markings in the headboard. You studied them, running your fingers over them when you realised they were bite marks. You wondered whose they were. Loki’s or theirs. You imagined how deep in the throes of passion you’d have to be to decide to take your pleasured anguish out on a headboard.

“Curious?”

You jumped as you heard Loki’s voice, startled as your hand fell from the frame. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to turn and face him.

“Your highness I—” you began before he interrupted.

“Please, it’s Loki” he corrected “my acquaintances are rather loud, they prefer to muffle their moans on my unfortunate headboard.” He spoke, clearly smirking from the tone of his voice. Well, that answers that question you thought as you slowly turned to face him, face flushing when you realised he was only covered by a towel hanging low on his waist. His skin was still wet, droplets cascading leisurely down his back, his shoulders, his face. You followed one down his chest, down his torso before it reached his muscular abdomen. You had to drag your eyes away from his Adonis belt before the droplet disappeared, the towel engulfing it. “I myself don’t muffle my moans but I’m not the one being fucked by a god.” He chuckled, removing his towel causing your breath to hitch as you spun around.

“Would you like me to um—to—“ you stuttered.

“Draw me another bath?” he interjected “I’ve just remembered that there’s a council meeting I’d like to avoid this morning and a bottle of wine I’d thoroughly enjoy immersed in it.”

“Umm-yes.” You spoke.

“Well, lead the way.” He prompted.

Your feet began to move, carrying you into Loki’s bathing chambers. Your hands were practically shaking as you twisted the tap before water came flooding out. Loki didn’t enter the washroom until the bath was full which was for the best considering he was currently completely naked. And wet.

“Not going to stay?” He called after you as you turned to leave. You paused, eyes rounding as you panicked.

“What?” You gulped.

“Apologies, that was said in jest, don’t look so pale” he assured. “Others would jump at the chance to bathe with me.” He snickered. “In fact, they do.” He added, mostly mumbling to himself. “That will be all y/n.” He dismissed.

“Your highness—” you were about to bid before he interrupted.

“Loki” he insisted “I call you y/n, you call me Loki.”

“Loki.” You nodded curtly before leaving.

Most of your mornings were the same until one morning things were different. The princes of Asgard were sent away for battle meaning that the prince's chambermaids, yourself included, didn’t have much to do throughout the day. You ensured Loki’s rooms were kept tidy and dust free but apart from that, you were left to your own devices.

One morning your devices left you running your hands over the bite marks on Loki’s headboard again. You couldn’t understand it, how anyone had managed to bite down so hard. You couldn’t picture sex so passionate, so electric that you’d subject your teeth to that torture. You thought about Loki’s previous words “but I’m not the one being fucked by a god”. Is that what makes the women so zealous, the fact that they’re sleeping with a god because that’s essentially what he is, a powerful, brooding god. Maybe that was the secret to messianic sex, sleeping with Loki.

Considering Loki’s room was uninhabited and your curiosity was well and truly piqued, you made your way onto his bed. Immediately you wanted to melt into the comfy sheets, bury yourself in his pillow but you couldn’t, that wasn’t the mission at hand. You ventured up the bed, facing the headboard as you did so until you were near his pillows. You lowered your head enough until your teeth were grazing the headboard but you were not close enough. You moved closer, his pillows underneath you as your teeth moved over the dents left from previous suitors. You imagined them, one by one as Loki fucked them. You imagined the movement of their hips, the way Loki would allow himself to moan freely. You added a tiny bit of pressure to your bite, thinking about how desperate they’d feel right before their climax, desperate enough to bite down harder. You hadn’t realised you were writhing above Loki’s pillows until you felt that familiar pressure building in your abdomen. It was wrong, truly wrong to continue now that you were aware but you were too close now. You ground your hips down harder, faster, eyes falling closed as you let the faux feeling of Loki around you, holding you engulf you. You came, sparing your teeth the pain by biting into your finger instead of the headboard.

You came down from your high before leaping away from Loki’s bed with shaky legs as if you had just been caught. Immediately you stripped it, replacing the bedding before leaving the room.

As the days went on, you found yourself yearning for Loki’s presence more and more. During the day, you prayed for his safe and no doubt victorious return but in the night, you imagined him when you’d touch yourself, cumming to the thought of his head between your thighs or him fucking you in his bed. It was a bad habit, thinking of him in this way knowing you’d never be in the fortunate position his lovers were but you couldn’t help it, Loki was your new obsession. You were enthralled.

One sunny morning whilst you were having a late breakfast, your presence was requested by Loki meaning that he was back. You tried to hide your elation as you rushed towards his rooms. Your smile was so wide that your mouth hurt. When you reached his door, you bit your smile down as you knocked. After a few moments you entered.

“Are you any good at stitching y/n?” Loki asked, facing his dressing table as you walked in.

“Yes, I can—” you began before Loki turned to face you “are you aware that you’re bleeding?” You pointed out, gesturing to the cut above his brow.

“Quite.” He answered.

“You want me to stitch you?” You gulped.

“I trust you.” He shrugged.

“And not the sisters in the medwing?”

“I trust you.” He repeated. You nodded in reply.

“Well, I just need to grab a few things.”

“I’ve got all the materials you will need.” He insisted.

“Right then, let’s get to work.” You clapped.

“Where do you want me?”

Underneath me

“Here’s fine.” You said, gesturing to his bed. Loki stood up with what looked like a first aid kit before making his way to his bed and sitting on the edge, looking up at you. You opened the first aid kit, laying the things you’d need out. “I’ve got to clean the wound first, it might sting a bit.” You announced, dabbing some cotton wool with rubbing alcohol. He nodded in reply before you pressed the antiseptic wool to his forehead. You knew it stung however Loki had no reaction. You positioned yourself closer to him, standing between his legs as you tilted his head further up before you began stitching. As you stitched, Loki’s gaze moved onto something else but his hand found its way onto your leg. His grip tightened whenever the needle penetrated his skin; it was obvious it hurt. You tried to ignore the tingling feeling flooding your centre as his hand practically caressed your inner thigh. His hand then ventured between your legs, wrapping around the back of one of your thighs as if this was better leverage against the needle. You wondered what he was thinking as you stitched, his face level with your cunt.

You hesitantly finished knowing that once you did, this moment of closeness would come to an end.

“It’s done.” You spoke, breaking the silence. You didn’t step away, he was still holding you.

“Thank you.” Loki smiled, looking up at you before slowly releasing your thigh, realising how tightly he had been holding it “sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You smiled chastely. Your eyes lingered on one another’s for a few moments before you both realised and tore your gazes away from each other. “Well” you started, clearing your throat “if there’s nothing else, I’ll just be going.”

Loki nodded as you departed grudgingly. You made it to the door before wrapping your hand around the handle and turning it.

“Wait.” He called out, making you pause.

“Yes Loki.”

“Could you—um—would you” he stammered as you turned to face him.

“Yes?”

“Draw me a bath?”

You nodded, strangely upset that this was his only request. You had let your mind run away with you. You made your way to the washroom, tears pricking at your eyes. Once you had run Loki’s bath, you called after him to no reply. You made your way out, calling him again when you saw him lying on his bed but he didn’t answer. You tried again to no avail. It was clear that he was asleep so you thought it best if you simply left. You headed to the door again, pausing when you heard Loki’s half asleep voice.

“Stay.”

“W-what?” You answered, unsure whether you heard correctly.

“Stay here, please.”

“Okay Loki, I’ll stay.”

You stepped towards his bed cautiously, stiff as an iron board when you laid against the edge of it. Your eyes rounded when you felt Loki drape an arm around you before pulling you back against him until your back was against his chest. You felt him breathing softly against the nape of your neck, smelt him against the pillow, you were happily engulfed by him. Inhaling deeply, you allowed yourself the privilege of closing your eyes.

Hours later you were woken suddenly by the sound of Loki mumbling almost incoherently. Your eyes flew open as you felt him writhing against you; he was hard. You whispered his name but he didn’t answer so he was probably doing this in his sleep. His rock hard length was pressed against you so you pushed your hips backwards until he was firmly pressed against your ass. You let your mind wander again, imagining being one of Loki’s flings as he ruts against you in his sleep. Reaching behind you, you grabbed his hand before slowly placing it against your hip, stifling a little whimper at the feeling. You had heard of this phenomenon before, men returning from battle and having a delayed adrenaline rush. Was this it? Was this Loki’s delayed adrenaline ramping him up and turning him on?

Your dress began riding up your legs before you tugged it up and then paused, this was wrong. You knew you should be waking him up, stopping whatever this was but gods it felt good.

“Fuck” he muttered, grinding against you “don’t stop on my account.”

Great, now he was awake

“Loki I—” you began, unsure what to say.

“If it’s satisfaction you crave, continue pulling your dress up or by all means, you are free to leave, I won’t pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

You were silent, not sure how to answer.

“Make a decision, pet.”

Pet

Pet

Almost immediately, you pulled your dress up before tugging your panties down.

“Are you sure?” Loki spoke in your ear.

“Gods yes.” You almost moaned.

“Very well.” He smirked, slapping your ass causing you to bite down on your lip. You moved one of your legs slightly as he angled himself towards your entrance. You could already feel how slick you were with earliers heavy petting and the thought of him inside you so you wasn’t surprised when he slipped in with ease. His hands were both on you, caressing your body, holding your hip whilst he fucked you. He pulled you back against him, one of his hands snaking round you to tease your clit. You were near certain this was all a dream, a very sexy dream.

“Yess Lokii.” You moaned as he drew fast circles on your clit, his cock moving against your walls. He rolled you over until you were on your front and he was above you. You tried to stifle your pleasure in his pillow as he drilled into you, circling his hips as he came. He slowed his thrusts before pulling out completely and laying against the bed. You hadn’t realised, too lost in your own world until Loki’s spoke.

“Come here.” He commanded. You lifted your head, looking at him when you noticed that he was still hard. Obediently, you made your way towards him, lowering yourself on top of him, both of you moaning as he entered. With the new angle came new pleasure. You bounced above him, feeling him deep inside you as you screamed his name. He was gripping you tightly, chin tilted upwards as he looked at you. When your eyes met, you felt as if you were floating, the intimacy not going unnoticed. His fingers were rubbing your clit again, sending your pleasure into overdrive. Your thighs were already shaking.

“I’m gonna cum Lokiii, oohh godd.” You cried as he fucked up into you.

“Cum for me, come on, ughh, such a perfect cunt ughhh.” He groaned.

Your body tensed as you reached your climax, it was undeniably the best orgasm you had ever had. Before you had even fully recovered, Loki spoke.

“I want you on my face.”

“Loki” you gulped.

“Now.”

Submissively you once again followed suit, only pausing when you were positioned above him. Thinking about the practicalities of this position and not wanting to hurt him, you were about to object until he pulled you down on top of him, feasting on you. You moaned his name stridently as he suckled on your clit. You were already so sensitive, thighs quivering as he lapped up your arousal, the lewd sloppy noise filling the room. Your pleasure was too much, your moans were too much. The feeling was too much, too electric. Before you knew it, you were leaning forward, biting down on the headboard, making new markings as Lokis tongue entered you.

“Lokiii.” You cried, your orgasm spilling over you as your thighs tightened around his head. He continued licking your cunt, groaning as you came on his face. After a while, you realised Loki probably couldn’t breathe so you got off of him quickly, not knowing what came over you. Your hand found your mouth as you looked at Loki laying there red faced. “I’m so sor—”

“No, that was perfect” he beamed, licking his lips “norns you’ve made me hard again.” He smirked.

That was unexpected

Loki made his way off of the bed, standing at the edge as he pulled you towards him, positioning your legs over his shoulders before entering you again. You fucked, you came, Loki lifted you up and had you against the wall before you both came again until you were both thoroughly sated.

Eventually the two of you relaxed in a bath, Loki massaging your shoulders as you sat between his legs. It felt unfamiliar to be in the basin this time.

When you were finished, you were back in his bed, only laying down this time before falling asleep. You knew you were bound to wake up sore.

Needless to say, you never had to chase any more wayward women away. You were enough.

Omg I wrote this on google docs I’ve been putting off writing anything because I didn’t wanna use google docs 😂 anyways I’ll probs finish off the requests next week considering I’m a google docs bitch now eh

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the spare // chapter sixty-eight // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this fic: 6.7k warnings for this chapter: p in v, fingering, dirty talk

a million boops to my beta reader banners by @cafekitsune

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Eight:

Cliveden’s gardens at night in the winter are beautiful. They’re vast and eerily empty, though that could just be the stillness of the night. Victorian lamp posts light the way and with the gently falling snow, kinda gives me Narnia vibes.

 I wander around, careful to stick to the crunchy gravel paths and keep the main house in sight. This isn’t the first time I’ve had such an opportunity for escape. Yeah, I could Apparate anywhere, but why? Now that a plan will be in place, what’s the point? It’s exactly what I wanted. 

Movement draws my eye and I catch Diana’s head above the shrubbery, heading in my direction. I’m not ready to go inside yet, so I sit on a nearby bench and wait for her to join me.

“Did they send you to make sure I was still here?” I ask, mostly teasing.

“Kyle did,” she admits as she sits next to me. She’s all bundled up in a stylish thick wool coat while I’m just fine in my Ilvermorny sweater and Thomus’ scarf. “But that’s alright, I’d much rather talk to you.”

Instantly my guard's up. “About what?”

She hesitates for a moment, but I give her my best encouraging expression, despite my raging nerves. 

“Well, I wanted to ask how you feel about Thomus.”

I blink, my eyebrows shooting up. “Oh, um, well, I -”

“It’s just that Jake seems to think you genuinely care about him because of how adamant you are about his safety,” she says. “Now that I’ve met you and I’ve seen you two together, I think he’s right, but I wonder if it’s more than that.”

I think about my answer for a few moments, but respond with a question instead. “Is this because you two used to date?”

She immediately shakes her head and chuckles. “Definitely not. It didn’t last longer than a month or two and it was a long time ago.”

“Did-did he break up with you?” I ask with some hesitation.

“I dumped him actually,” she says. “He just… When we hung out or went on dates, his mind always seemed like it was elsewhere.  The only time he seemed fully present and invested was when we…” she trails off. 

“When what?” I prompt.

She gives me a sheepish expression. “Sorry, it might be a bit TMI.”

I shrug and shake my head. “Don’t worry. There’s no such thing as TMI for me. I need everything.” Even if that information guts me. I’d always rather know.

“When we were sleeping together,” she says all in one breath.

I don’t say anything, waiting to hear more. “Oh, is that it?”

Her eyebrows tilt up in sympathy. “I suppose if I were in your situation I wouldn’t want to hear about it.”

“Yeah,” I say, looking down. “I can see that. Do you know what he was so focused on?”

“Well, I know his mother had passed away a few months before and then there was… her .”

“Bellatrix,” I sigh knowingly.

“He visited her every couple weeks - no matter what. I didn’t even know he was still going after we started dating. When I confronted him, he insisted there was nothing physical going on between them, but I… had my doubts. He told me he stopped going after that, but I know he went back after it ended,” she explains. “Does he still see her often?”

“I… have no idea honestly.”

“Have you not asked?”

I shake my head. “Why would I?”

“Because you two are…” she sighs. “It’s complicated, I know.”

“There’s a massive power imbalance between us and I’m not going to let myself forget that, regardless of how I feel.”

“What about how he feels?” she asks gently.

“If anything he feels is real, then why am I still his prisoner?” I answer a little too quickly. “He doesn’t see me as his equal. I don’t want to belong to him like I’m some kind of possession. I want a partner willing to rely on me as I want to rely on them in return. How can anyone be devoted to an object?” I finish by inhaling sharply, having taken short breaths during my lament. 

Her lips press together as she regards me with a cautious look. “The world has really changed since Harry Potter died,” she says. “No one is doing well - especially muggleborns. No one has been able to fly under the radar since they started implementing some kind of forced registry.” She pauses and then chuckles. “And you would not be able to go unnoticed.”

I sigh. “It’s the hair isn’t it?”

“Actually, no,” she says. “You’d be surprised how popular some of these articles about you have been.”

Now this, I’m taken aback. "Articles? As in more than one?"

"I'm afraid so. The best one is from the New York Ghost , but Witch Weekly's was pretty nice. Does someone have it out for you at The Daily Prophet , by any chance?"

"Probably Rita Skeeter," I grumble. I want to know what they've been saying about me. "Though I'm surprised I was interesting enough for one article, let alone multiple."

"I disagree," she says. "I think what you're doing is very brave. You haven't given up despite all these odds stacked against you. Honestly, I was really excited to meet you when I heard you were coming."

I blush, laughing awkwardly. "I, um, I'm sorry, I definitely had no idea you existed until tonight. Thank you for inviting me to that thing on New Years Eve, even though I can't go. It reminded me of what being normal was like."

"No problem!" she smiles. "I would've been glad to have you. You’re super cool and totally normal.” She winks at me and quietly laughs to herself. “But seriously, you should consider thinking that he might just want to keep you safe, where he can protect you.”

“But I can protect myself ,” I gently protest. “It’s because I’ve been under his ‘care’ that I’ve been vulnerable! He has to realize that.”

Her eyes soften with sympathy. “I think he does, because there was one weekend Jake told me about. He’d just met you and Thomus in Edinburgh and you’d been… assaulted while they’d all just been standing there, unknowing. He said he’d never seen Thomus be that violent before - violent without using magic that is.”

I stare at her eye-wided, enthralled with this story. This change in perspective. 

“And then the next night, there’d been this party Thomus got drunk at and Jake said he could tell something was really bothering him. Apparently, he was really reluctant to talk about it, too.”

I scoff. “I hope he got over himself and opened up so you can share this information with me now.”

“Yeah, so he finally said he blamed himself for being an idiot and not paying better attention. Like, it really hit him that your safety was in his hands.”

I… don’t know what I’m allowed to feel. My heart wants to swoon and my mind wants to roll its eyes. Except, if he’s not as terrible as I thought, am I allowed to hope? 

“I think I remember when he came home,” I admit. “We continued drinking and he asked me how I felt - which was very new for us at the time.”

Diana smiles ruefully. “Does he get points for trying, at least?”

“We’ll see,” I say. “I’m definitely nervous that it could all just be a… fling to him.”

Diana startles me by releasing a loud cackle.

“A fling?!” she bellows, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh honey, you’re delusional.”

“What? No!” I protest. “I’m being realistic.”

“Oh Lady Morgana,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes and standing. “Come on, let’s go inside before my fingers fall off.”

~*~

By the early hours of the morning, I’m utterly exhausted. 

Kyle had changed his mind and decided to tell me his roughly outlined plan. It’s not terrible, but luckily the rough bits still have time to be hammered out. I should have plenty of notice before I have to leave, plenty of time for contingencies.

Thomus is out like a light, still snoring softly, when I return. I try to be as quiet as possible as I strip down to my undies and crawl into the massive four-poster bed with him. 

It must not be massive enough, though, because just me softly rolling into position beneath the covers is enough to rouse a few sleepy words from him.

“Darling?” he rasps and I feel his hands reach for me in the dark.

“Hi,” I whisper. “Sorry I woke you.”

He hums and pulls himself closer, resting his head on my chest. “How did we get back to the cottage?” he says sleepily, curling himself against me.

“We didn’t,” I say, running a hand through his hair and the other over his shoulders. “We’re still at Cliveden.”

“Hm, I don’t remember getting here.”

His tone isn’t setting off any alarm bells. It’s low and gravelly, like he’s not entirely awake yet.  He’s just mindlessly chatting and I just have to be casual.

“Well, you were very drunk,” I say. “You passed out playing Exploding Snap. Jake had to levitate you up here.”

His arm around my waist tightens, pulling me tighter against him. “You didn’t leave.”

I don’t say anything, panic instantly spiking my heart rate, and I hope he’s not awake enough to pay attention.

“You could have, but you didn’t,” he continues. “Not that I’d blame you if you did.”

I stay silent, trying to convince myself that his calm demeanor is because whatever he’s talking about, couldn’t be about the drama of the night. There's no way he was awake enough to hear what we said. 

“No,” I murmur. “I didn’t.”

“What room did he put us in?” he murmurs.

I let out a sudden strained laugh. “You’d never guess.”

~*~

On New Year’s Eve, Thomus leaves again. He says it’s to finish last minute tasks for the Gala and whatnot and I feel… depressed… again. I’m mostly uninterested in eating - I ate a bologna and cheese sandwich for dinner. I’m not in the mood to read, listen to music or watch any movies, but I’ve had The Nanny on all day - just to make the house less quiet.

So I just go to bed at the blessed hour of 8pm. 

I’ve barely been in bed for longer than fifteen minutes when the easily recognizable sound of the Floo roaring to life drifts up the stairs. I’ve sat up by the time Thomus finds me.

“In bed already?” he asks, surprised. “On New Year's Eve?”

I shrug, holding the blanket up to my naked chest. “It’s not the easiest holiday to spend by yourself.”

Thomus sits on the edge of the bed, swiftly leaning in to kiss my cheek. “And I don’t intend for you to, I agree completely.” He jumps up, taking long strides through the bathroom to my room, where I hear him opening the wardrobe. I sigh, scooting to the edge to throw my legs over it. It’s just my luck I was already in bed.

“A little warning might have been nice,” I say when he returns, arm cradling a black hoodie and black leggings. 

He takes one look at me and the next moment he’s tossing my clothes on the bed and crowding into my space. His large hands cradle my head as he braces me for his lips on mine. He leans in and I have to prop my arms behind me so we don’t fall backward. Of course this causes the blanket to fall and his hand swoops down to cup and grope my chest, the attention causing my nipples to harden. 

His kisses take my breath away and my thighs are quick to part for him. His hips slide right into the space provided, grinding his hard-on against me. My kisses slacken because all of my attention goes right to my throbbing clit and I desperately whimper.  

His hips rock against me one more time before he pulls away, both of us breathless. His eyes trail down my body as he speaks. “We don’t have much time,” he says. “I will have to savor you later.”

When he steps completely away from me, I’m left cold, so I quickly slide on the oversized hoodie as he adjusts himself in his pants.

“Savor me?” I ask when I stand, stepping into the pants one leg at a time.

He chuckles, watching me wiggle the waistband up over my hips and stomach. “I thought it was a bit more romantic than fuck.”

Ping . There goes the tiniest fracture in my heart for him. I scramble for something clever or funny to say. 

“I suppose it could’ve been worse,” I say, popping in a British accent for the last word. “You could’ve said shag .”

“Cute,” he smirks.

I follow him downstairs, sliding on my socks before I stop at the door for my sneakers and turn for the fireplace.

He clicks his tongue. “Not that way.”

I narrow my eyes and follow him out the door. He takes me to the spot beyond the fence and touches the tattoo before Apparating us to the Manor. The front gates are open and he swiftly takes hold of my tattoo again to get me over the barrier. 

We walk down the entrance path, under gilded arches and golden fairy lights crossing overhead from the tall hedges. Holding my hand, he pulls me around the building along the back toward a door being held open by an elf.

“Miss,” Remmy says to me in a disinterested greeting and drops his voice to a whisper. “Master Thomus, Mistress expects you in fifteen minutes. Master isn’t even dressed -”

“Don’t worry, Remmy, I will be there,” Thomus reassures them as we pass. “Mums the word about Miss Alder, remember?”

“Yes, yes, Remmy remembers,” the elf dismisses. 

Thomus leads me to his room, making sure to use hallways noticeably absent of chatty portraits. A familiar route because of the many times I'd avoided them myself. The moment we’re in his room, he heads for the bathroom, already stripping. There’s a black robed suit hanging from a hook on the door. 

“Please tell me you're not gonna surprise me with a ball gown, are you?” I ask, hopping up onto the bed and toeing my shoes off. 

“I value my neck, thanks,” he remarks, pulling on first his suit pants, then the black button up shirt. “Would you grab me a pair of cufflinks from the closet?”

“Does it matter which one?” I ask, knowing he's got a variety. 

“No.”

By the time I emerge from the closet, elegant silver M stamped cufflinks in hand, he’s already dressed. He smiles at me as I pass him the tiny pieces of metal. 

“All you have to do is wait for a few hours,” he says, his mood curiously… cheerful? “Go back to sleep if you'd like - just don't leave this room. Only Remmy knows you're here.” 

“Why all the fuss?” I ask, my eyes greedily taking his suited form in. I suppress the desire to pull him close by his silk tie for a kiss. He looks too suave and sophisticated and… way out of my league.

“For the simple reason that I don’t want certain guests to know you’re here,” he explains, stepping into the bathroom once again. I hear him spritz a bottle of something.

“And why is that again?” 

He glides out of the bathroom, passing me by with a quick peck to my cheek. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

I completely ignore the fact he didn’t answer my question, because I’m way too distracted by his suddenly fragrant cologne. I breathe in lung-fulls of cedar and pine, trying not to swoon in his wake as he pulls out his wand to light the fireplace. 

Then he’s gone, the door audibly locking behind him.

~*~

Well, I definitely try to sleep. Except I wasn’t even tired when I climbed into bed the first time.

First I change into a purple wispy nightgown with a deep vee in the neck that stops at my thighs. Then I change out of it when the frills around the short sleeves become too itchy under the covers, opting instead for a simpler one with long sleeves and a hem that falls around my ankles. 

All this, just to be uncomfortable in every position I try. Nevermind the fact my mind keeps doing laps of worrying, wondering who exactly Thomus doesn’t want to know I’m here. Rodolphus? Bellatrix? Is he dancing and flirting with her while her husband tracks me down this very moment? 

Finally I give up and decide to grab a handful of Thomus’ old Daily Prophets and settle on the cushioned bench in the alcove of one of his windows. I sit sideways on it, my back against the wall with the door in my line of sight. 

I’m about to cast a subtle illumination spell to help my poor eyesight in this dim lighting when movement out the window catches my eye. It’s the curtains billowing out of the open doors to the ball room - or the large drawing room as Narcissa calls it. Golden light spills from windows and the doorway  as the guests' shadows and silhouettes move within. Some are moving swiftly as if dancing while some are mingling. Before I can think better of it, I’m pushing open the French window closest to me.

I hear boisterous laughter and the low hum of chatter, and best of all, music drifts up to me like a leaf in the breeze. It’s the exact kind of music I’d imagine would play at a ball like this, and I can’t help but picture myself down there, in some pretty dress twirling around the room with Thomus.

I sit there, content to listen to the string quartet and people watch. Some come outside for the cool air, others to have a private word alone with each other. 

Hermione is relatively easy to spot. Her black gown is ridiculously puffy around the skirt, but synched skin-tight in the bodice, and even from here I can see the jewels glittering on her chest. I’m surprised to see Draco by her side, dressed head to toe in white. They linger by the door, always surrounded by ladies vying for his attention. I can’t help but notice how his hand slowly caresses her back, almost… lovingly from her waist up to her shoulders and nape when he thinks no one is watching.

Thankfully, I don’t see Bellatrix, but I also don’t see Thomus, either. An inconsequential fact I try not to linger on.

I don’t know how long I sit like that, but eventually Thomus returns, quietly stepping into the room with two empty champagne glasses and a bottle.

“I kinda feel like Cinderella wanting to go to the ball,” I say softly as he approaches. He looks politely puzzled and before he can ask, I explain, “It’s just a No-Maj fairytale.”

“Ah,” he hums. He takes hold of the forgotten newspapers on the other side of the bench and raises an eyebrow.

I feel a blush creep up my throat and try to keep my tone nonchalant. “I… maybe like to read your articles,” I say. “It’s crazy to think we both spent time at The Daily Prophet , but at different times so we never ran into each other.”

I feel like I’m rambling, but how could I not? He looks and smells far too dashing for me to think clearly. 

“It is a bit ironic,” he says, replacing his papers where I’d gotten them from before returning. He takes up the rest of the bench, his back to the window, and places the glasses and bottle on the floor next to him.

“Do you think things might’ve been different if we’d met there instead?” I ask hesitantly, knowing all too well his opinions on ‘what if’s. “Before?”

Thomus sighs heavily and the air puffs out his cheeks. He raises an eyebrow and gives me a sideways look. “Honestly?”

I nod. “Yeah, always.”

“Hm, I think…” his mouth downturns as he speaks, his voice betraying his amusement. “I’d find you the most annoying person on the planet.”

A disbelieving laugh bursts out. “What?!”

He nods, completely solemn. “Oh yeah, always asking questions, always bothering me.”

“Oh no, I’d have to talk to you about our job ,” I say with dramatic sarcasm, trying and failing to keep the smile off my face. “Oh no, what a nightmare.”

Thomus grabs my ankle, lifting my foot so he can shift closer, until my calf rests on his opposite thigh. That hand slides from my ankle all the way up my leg, and I’m disappointed it’s not under my nightgown. “It would have been an absolute nightmare to have you prance into my office every bloody day,” he continues as his fingers meet the crease at my hip and wedge themselves in. Then they keep traveling and grip all the plentiful flesh there. “I’d never be able to get any work done because I’d constantly be thinking about bending you over my desk.”

My eyes run laps over the sharp lines of his face, trying to determine if he’s serious. “Is that so?”

Thomus’ eyes drop to my mouth, his free hand brings his thumb to brush my lower lip. “These would be the worst. With every meddlesome question you ask, I’d only be able to think about how they’d taste.”

I’m holding my breath - my heart thudding, my ears burning. I’m suddenly very unnecessarily conscious of how far my glasses have slipped down my nose, the cool breeze from the window across my chest, and how heavy I’m breathing over his thumb. And for some reason his accent is doing funny things to my insides right now, of all times. 

His voice is low, husky, and oh, so hot. “I’d be thinking about how you’d sound when I touched you. And yes, I say when . I could only endure such torture for so long before I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

I snort, a disbelieving smile breaking out under his thumb. “You make me sound like some kind of irresistible vixen.” A chuckle rumbles out of his chest, but I keep going. “Well, I have good news for you - I wouldn’t object to any of that.”

“Is that so?” His hand caresses from my jaw to my neck. 

I bite my lip to control my grin. “Well, yeah. Why do you think I’d be bothering you so much in the first place?”

Thomus lets out a breathy chuckle and sits back, his eyes crinkling in the corners. I can only stare, mesmerized by seeing genuine happiness on his face.

“So,” I say brightly. “Are you enjoying this party you put so much effort into preparing?”

His smile fades. “Not as much as I ought to, I suppose.”

“Oh, why not?” I ask, placing my hand over his one on my neck, feeling along the lines of his knuckles and fingers.

“The people down there…” he starts, eyes gazing out the window, “the only thing I’ve ever been to them is a source for gossip and scandal. And then the few who look past all that see the Malfoy name and nothing else.”

I let that process. “So what you’re saying is you’re a real catch?”

He bursts out laughing, the hand from my hip reaching up to scratch his chin. “Yeah, for those desperate to social climb.”

“So you’re a desperately eligible bachelor ?” I tease with a bit more drama to my tone. “How interesting. All the finest debutantes must be lining up down there, so what ever are you doing up here with me?”

“I’m a little old for debutantes.” He settles toward me into a more relaxing position, pulling his knee up and pressing his calf onto the bench under my thighs. With his face closer to mine now, his softly spoken words are loud and clear. “And besides, your company is vastly preferable over theirs.”

My face floods with heat and I crumble under his direct eye contact. My mouth suddenly feels as dry as the desert while I’m forced to figure out some kind of intelligent reply. “Quite shocking, really,” I say, my voice a whisper until I clear my throat, swallowing down some nerves. “Who wouldn’t want to hang out with the wizarding world’s most crankiest?”

He laughs again. “Are you talking about me or them?”

I’m about to answer, but a dull tapping sound coming from the party draws my attention. The guests are returning inside, tapping their wands against their champagne glasses. 

“Ten minutes to midnight,” Thomus explains. “Lucius and Narcissa are about to make their toast.”

I slip my other hand around the one he has at my neck, both of mine cradling it near my chest as I glance at the clock on his mantle. “I guess that means you have to go?”

“Probably,” he admits slowly. “But I’m here.”

“Hold on, speaking of being here, isn’t Draco supposed to be in Switzerland?” I jut in, my eyes easily finding him and Hermione on the edge of the crowd. 

“He is and Lucius is absolutely furious,” he sighs. “I can’t believe he’d be so foolish.”

“Well, it's obvious, right?” I ask, side-eying him, unsure if this is something I could even talk about. “He’s like, really into Hermione.”

A few moments tick by in silence as I stare at the crowd below. I glance at him to see his eyes had been on me the whole time, his expression pensive. When our eyes meet, he holds them for a moment before his gaze follows his hand as both of his gently hold mine instead. He pulls back my left sleeve, his fingers lightly tracing his name inked on my skin. Then he goes further, tracing the white puckered lines of the scar Bellatrix left me. 

“What’re you thinking about?” I whisper.

His lips curl ruefully. “I’m thinking about how much of a hypocrite I am. I’ve called him foolish when here I am,” he says. “Unable to stay away.”

“From what?” I breathe, feeling stupid the moment I finish. My heart is beating so hard I wonder if he can feel my pulse where he holds my arm.

Thomus’ eyes hold on my arm, avoidant of my own. His voice is soft like he's telling me a secret. “I snuck you in tonight because I couldn’t bear not spending it with you.”

My eyebrows come together and I feel my head shake. “It’s just another year.”

“No,” he says, his eyes flashing up to mine, adamant. “Moments like these are important, to spend with those who are important. That’s why they’re all gathered down there, isn’t it? To go into the New Year praising the Dark Lord’s reign, congratulating themselves for their accomplishments this year.” He looks back down at our hands, at his name. “I know I don’t have much to celebrate in that regard, but I do know that you’re important to me… and frankly I'm tired of pretending otherwise.”

I can only stare at him. Unable to think, unable to breathe . How could he say something like that? 

When I finally have to draw breath after what feels like an eternity, I only get to say his name. “Thomus -”

The loud popping of fireworks bursts from below, along with some cheer that has me turning my gaze away only briefly. I turn back and Thomus’ mouth descends on mine. 

The kiss is full and wonderful, but short. He pulls back inches away to search into my gaze, like he’s asking for permission, like he’s making sure what he just said was okay. 

It was more than okay. It’s exactly what my heart wants to hear, even though my own stubborn insecurities push doubt into my mind. 

I can’t say anything back. I can’t tell him how I feel.

But I can show him.

Our lips meet again in a rush. At least it feels like that to me, like we just can’t bare being apart anymore. I pour my heart and soul into this kiss. My hands find their way into his hair, his caress and grip every part of my body he can reach. 

Soon I’m pushing him back so I can climb onto his lap. He’s pulled up my nightgown and the cool air feels amazing on my bare legs. I’ve got one foot on the floor and the other is bent at the knee, helping control my balance while I’m grinding on him. 

He keeps pulling me to him, my weight rocking into him, and I brace a hand on the wall in the bay window as he falls further back, keeping me upright. His hands slip under my nightgown, roaming my thighs. I adjust my hips, feeling brave enough to put both hands on his chest to steady me. His suit pants can’t hide how hard he is. I try to use that as a reminder he’s genuinely into me. No matter how many times I’m in his lap, it’s still hard to believe he wants me here. 

“How long till you have to go back?” I ask with controlled breaths. 

He growls. “Just fuck me, baby.” His fingers painfully dig into my hips as he pulls me down, undulating his hips against me. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

There are things I want to blurt out, simple little words swelling in my chest that threaten to ruin everything. 

But if I confess how I feel, it wouldn’t change anything. I’ll still be his prisoner. His possession.

I don’t wanna be an object. I long to be more .

My hands slide up his chest to meet at his neckline, shoving my fingers into the knot on his tie. I don’t bother pulling it all the way off before I go at his buttons, not stopping until his muscled chest and abdomen are revealed. My hips rock, rubbing my pussy over his cock straining to be let free. 

Then I jump up, standing to shimmy my undies to the floor. Thomus sits up and shrugs off his suit jacket, pulling off his tie completely. I pause, waiting to return to my seat, but then he looks at me, his eyes raking me up and down. 

“I want that off,” he says, referring to the only article of clothing I have left. 

I struggle not to make a face, because I still have a hard time being completely naked in front of him. If we were in bed, that would be different. This just feels too exposed.

I grip the material around my hips and step toward him. “Take it off for me?” I ask.

Lust-filled eyes lock on mine and his hands go to my thighs, sliding them up my sides, taking the gown with them. I raise my arms to help him pull it off the rest of the way and a blast of cool air from the window makes goosebumps rise all over me. It sends a shiver through my body and my nipples harden.

When my arms are free, I step even closer and cup his face, pressing my lips to his. I kiss him softly, from one corner of his mouth to the other. While I distract his mouth with sweet kisses, one hand takes off my glasses and the other goes to his belt.

Of course, I can only use one brain cell at a time, so my mouth becomes distracted when I struggle with undoing his belt. I just pull my mouth away all together so I can get a visual on my hands. I glance up at Thomus’ face to find his heated gaze focused on mine. 

“Sorry,” I mutter, looking down at the matter at hand. “Not very sexy, I know.”

“Oh, on the contrary,” he says and inhales sharply when my hands finally wrap around his swollen cock. My palms glide up and down gently before giving it a firm squeeze. My thumb circles his head, spreading a bead of pre-cum, and he leans forward, lips and tongue tracing a path from my neck to my breasts. One of his big hands cups my breast and when he immediately bites down on my nipple, I gasp and whimper. His tongue soothes away the pain, swirling around the stiff peak. 

His other hand slides down my thigh, fingers feeling the dimples and divots until they hook behind my knee. My hands go to his shoulders for balance as he lifts my foot until it’s on the bench. His fingers quickly glide back up my thigh, this time underneath it to where it’s most sensitive and softest. 

Thomus’ lips release my nipple and he pulls back enough to see my face. “I think you’re very sexy,” he murmurs. “From this pretty little pussy of yours” - his fingers glide through my folds, teasingly spreading the slipperiness from the center to my clit - “to those lips I just can’t seem to get enough of.”

His thumb presses in on my clit and my train of thought struggles to stay on track. “You’re pretty hot too,” I say breathily. “You’ve got these shoulders and thighs and hands that just -” My words are cut off by a moan when he slips two fingers inside me.

“That just what?” he teases, unmistakably smug. 

It takes me a moment to answer because his thumb in combination with his fingers curling against my g-spot have my hips rocking and my brain turning to mush. My breaths come in short pants and my eyes are pinched closed, focused on riding the pleasurable waves his fingers are orchestrating. 

“Concentrate, darling,” he presses. “Answer me.”

“Hands,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders, “hands that do terrible… awful things to me.”

His fingers turn aggressive, pressing harder and rhythmic as he hums in approval. “That’s a good girl.”

His lips return to my nipple and that pushes me past the point of no return. A stream of curses and Thomus’ name tumble from my mouth. My toes curl and my body goes stiff as my orgasm washes over me. Thomus slows his long fingers, but still presses in hard on my g-spot as my pussy pulses around him.

When I can finally breathe again, I push at Thomus’ shoulders and he leans back, bringing his drenched digits up to his mouth. He groans at my taste and resituates himself on the bench, pushing his pants and briefs past his thighs. I’m still dazed from my orgasm when Thomus pulls me on top of him. He holds his cock at the base and guides me until he’s sliding home, deep inside my pussy. 

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my eyes closing. This position never fails to put him as deep inside as possible, and if I really sit on his lap, he’s hitting my cervix. But that would be painful, so instead I move my hips around slowly, figuring out what angle works best and won’t kill my thighs. One particular move makes him groan and my eyes flutter open to find his locked intently on me, watching my body move. I definitely found the right one.

I start to go a little faster, a little harder. I have a hand on a window pane and the other grasping his shoulder to stabilize me. My thighs are burning, but the pain isn’t enough to make me stop. He’s inside me, and I love being connected like this. What I feel for him never feels more real than it does in moments like this. When I can’t be in denial.

With the increasing intensity of my hips, little whimpers start to tumble from my mouth alongside my panting. My bottom lip is nailed between my teeth and as I can feel my orgasm hurtling towards me, fuck is the only word coming out of my mouth. 

Whenever he feels they could use more attention, his hands never fail to stray to my breasts. Supporting them as they bounce and sway, leaning forward to kiss and nibble at my nipples. 

“So fucking beautiful,” I hear him grind out above the steady and erotic sound of our bodies joining. 

My orgasm is close - so, so close. I’m starting to go crazed, desperate to cum again. Thomus is, too. I can hear it in his voice as he groans.

“Baby, I need you to cum on me.” His voice is strained like he’s in utter agony. 

I let out a frustrated whimper as I pause to grind on his lap, hoping for an angle that hits my clit. 

“I need - can you - ?” I gasp out. 

I don’t even have to finish my sentence before his fingers wiggle in under my belly. My pussy’s so slippery, the pads of his fingers find the hood of my clit and press in, rubbing it in circles. My hips jerk, bouncing up and down on his cock, continuing even as my orgasm finally crashes over my body. I throw my head back as my back arches. His body stiffens below me as he cums, groaning out his pleasure.

“Beautiful darling, well done,” he pants with praise after we both have a chance to breathe, his voice shaking. “I lov-”

Thomus is abruptly cut off by loud banging on his door.

We both jump like we’ve been hit. There’s a moment where our eyes meet and I see panic cross his face just as it does on mine. 

“Thomus!” a familiar man’s voice calls from beyond the door. 

Thomus blinks, his expression hardening. He brings a finger up to his lips, warning me to be quiet. “Closet,” he whispers. “Go. Now.”

Nodding, my legs are like jelly as I push myself off of him. He’s hastily throwing on his suit as I bend to scoop up my nightgown and undies. I dash for the closet. It’s dark enough I can just hide behind the open door. Instead of the nightgown though, I opt for my pants and hoodie. Plus a pair of Thomus’ socks while I’m at it because mine are lost in the sheets somewhere.

While I’m desperately dressing, the man at the door calls for Thomus again. “Where have you been, Thomus? I’ve been sent to fetch your ungrateful ass.”

I squeeze behind the closet door to peek through the crack between the hinges just as Thomus strides to the door. He’s fully dressed and smoothing back his hair with his fingers. He pauses to take a deep breath before opening the door. 

It’s Rodolphus. 

“What do you want,” Thomus demands, sounding amazingly composed.

Rodolphus leans a hand on the doorframe. “You missed your brother’s toast,” he says, a mocking lilt to his tone. His hair is disheveled, the tie to his tux hangs loose around his neck. “How could you have missed this moment to show support for the Dark Lord? Your family? ”

“I don’t answer to you,” Thomus says. He keeps his back straight and his chin up.

Rodolphus puts a finger to his chin, tapping it. “And then I remembered a few other times you’ve mysteriously disappeared from similar events,” Rodolphus continues before abruptly shoving past Thomus into the room. Thomus tries grabbing his coat tails, but he somehow avoids him.

Rodolphus stops in the middle of the room, eyeing it while slowly turning back to Thomus. He inhales heavily through his nose and steps back towards the window with the bench. “A moment ago, I was convinced you were up here fucking my wife,” he says casually. He reaches for something on it and my anxiety explodes in my chest the moment I see him pick up my glasses. “Of course, I was only half-right. This room reeks of sex, but my wife has never hid.”

Rodolphus drops my glasses and stomps on them with his shoe, crushing my lenses under his sole. The glass crunches as he turns, backing up towards the closet. Thomus watches him with furious eyes. His hands are empty, but I know in the blink of an eye he’d have his wand.

“I’m surprised you can still get it up for her since her… accident ,” Rodolphus taunts. “She’s utterly repulsing if you ask me.”

“I didn’t,” Thomus bites.

He’s so close to the closet. My fingers feel for anything on the shelf behind me and immediately feel the unmistakable smooth metal of Thomus’ shoehorn, the very one I tried to pummel him with. 

Maybe New Year’s Eve kisses are good luck.

I raise it over my head as he steps to the doorway.

“Your silence is very telling,” Rodolphus chuckles as he slowly steps into the closet. I hear his footsteps on the wood floor as he disappears on the other side of the door.

I’ve shoved my anxiety down enough so I don’t panic as he reappears, wand scanning the room.

Just as he turns to me, I transfigure the shoehorn into a dagger, and hold it up to his throat.