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#i kind of stole that from lily
monzabee · 4 months
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bad idea right? – ln4
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Summary: The one where seeing Lando tonight is a bad idea, right?
Pairing: lando norris x ricciardo!reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: mentions of breakups and also fighting, cursing, kind of a toxic relationship?, allusion to smut, it's criminal how long it took me to finish this fic
Request: this wasn’t requested, but the idea is veeery loosely from this tiktok right here! (i might def write the scenario in the tiktok in the future though)
Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! it has officially been a month since i started my master's programme and i have to say it is absolutely kicking my ass, but thank you all for bearing with me while i adjust! this song has been stuck in my head for the last two-three (?) months and i really wanted to write a fic based on it. i also wanted to say that i've received all of your guys' requests, and i'm working on those, but it's harder for me to get out a request than a fic that just popped in my head because i tend to be more of a perfectionist with those - so, those are definitely on the way, don't worry! i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 
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It’s not that you don’t like spending time with your brother and his girlfriend – because you do, but considering the fact that spending a mere hour with them causes you to suddenly question your life choices (of being single), you are very eager to leave them alone for the night. Which brings us to the current situation, with you standing in front of your brother’s apartment complex in one of the hoodies you stole from the sample boxes, waiting for someone you should’ve never hit up in the first place. It was probably not your brightest idea to message Lando to ask him if he wants to go for a ride, especially because a) the last time you saw him a year ago the two of you were yelling and throwing things at each other and b) you’re definitely buzzed from the bottle of wine you hogged upstairs. But you know what they say; absence makes the heart go fonder, right?
So there you are with your phone in your hand, texting Lily in hopes of getting the tiniest bit of reassurance about your decision.
To lily m: i texted lando To lily m: he’s gonna pick me up From lily m: WHAT? NO To lily m: seeing him tonight To lily m: it’s a bad idea, right? From lily m: YES From lily m: DO NOT GET INTO THAT CAR To lily m: yes i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?
Fuck it, it’s fine, you decide as you quickly delete the last two messages. With a soft sigh, you wrap your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the cold air of the night. And while you could just wait for Lando inside the apartment building, you really don’t want to attract more attention to yourself. You can feel yourself getting more and more nervous as the minutes pass by, and you even contemplate cancelling the whole thing and going upstairs to sleep. Just as you’re about to give up on the whole thing, a car honk grabs your attention. When turn to look at the source of the sound, you see Lando’s unamused face through the open window.
He motions you to get in with his head, his voice as equally detached as he calls out, “Get in.”
Rolling your eyes at his behaviour, you do as your told. But you tell yourself that it’s not because he told you to, but because you’re cold. And so you get in the car making sure you slam the door as hard as you can, which makes him scowl as a small smile forms on your lips. “You know, you could really try on being more polite.”
“I’m picking you up in the middle of the night,” he points out as he puts the car on drive and starts driving off, “and put your damn seatbelt on.”
You give him a sideway glance as you put on your seatbelt, letting out a sigh, “Are you okay? I’m sensing some serious undertone.”  
Lando doesn’t answer you, mainly because he is smarter than he looks and he knows you’re trying to goad him into another fight. That’s what the two of you had always done, not that he hated you or vice versa, but the two of you mainly got along in fights which ended up in both of you twisted between the sheets of the whatever hotel you were currently staying in. And it had worked for a while, until of course it didn’t, and Lando was mature enough to admit that he had a huge role in fucking up your relationship.
“You changed your car,” you point out.
“Thought you’d appreciate a roof over your head this time,” he replies.
The car is silent as Lando drives down the now empty streets of Monte Carlo, and you find yourself involuntarily checking out his side profile because well, he always looked so good while driving. You suppose it’s only one of the things that didn’t change with time.
“So,” his voice draws you out from your thoughts, “why’d you call me tonight? Are you drunk?”
“I am not drunk,” you scoff, crossing your arms across your chest, “if you don’t feel like being here Lando, I can just get off and go home.”
“Now I didn’t say that, I simply asked a question.” He steals another glance at you, but this time a little smirk forms on his lips when your eyes meet and he sees your scowl. “It was a harmless question, really.”
Your voice comes off as clipped as you answer, “I’m not drunk.”
“Your cheeks are red,” Lando points out but the playfulness from mere seconds ago is gone, in fact, he’s more serious than you’ve probably ever seen him, “you either had wine or your rosacea is acting up.”
It takes a moment for you to take in his words, and there is no humour in his voice or on his face when you look at him to see whether he’s joking or not. “I had some wine,” you confess, voice much lower than before as you add, “but I’m not drunk.” One of his eyebrows rise up, and you find yourself mumbling, “Fine maybe a little bit, but not a lot.”
His jaw ticks as he mumbles, “Okay, whatever you say.” And as you try to assess whether his voice is cold or not, you see his hands tightening around the steering wheel.
“What?” You ask, a bit quicker than necessary (in your opinion), “What did I say?”
Now it’s his turn for his voice to be clipped, and his eyebrows furrow as he asks, “Did you only call me because you’re drunk?”
“No,” your reply is truthful to some extent, you suppose, you would’ve texted him even if you had no alcohol in your system. “I wanted to see you.”
He lets out a hum, “Why?”
It’s a hard question, and you contemplate not being a hundred percent honest – but deep down you know he deserves better, even if you had your differences. So, to reveal the truth, you turn your face away from him to look outside the window, “I missed you.”
He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t turn to see what his reaction will be. Everything is peaceful for a moment.
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He takes you to a hill, the very one he took you for your first date. Though, it doesn’t carry the same excitement this time around. The two of you remain in the car with the windows rolled down, but the colder air doesn’t make you chilly. It’s silent, but it’s not an uncomfortable one. Neither of you make the first move to start a conversation, and you don’t know if that’s because you’re both obstinate or he doesn’t want to be there. Though, you suspect he would’ve told you ‘no’ if he didn’t want to be there – not that he could ever tell you ‘no’.
It's unnaturally hard, you realise, not looking at him on purpose when he’s seated so close to you. Especially because you haven’t seen him in months. Not that you’d confess that to him, or let yourself have another weak moment where you say you missed him. Because you can’t. Because it’s not the way the two of you operate. Because he broke your heart but you’re not strong enough to let him go. With that last thought, you take a sharp breath, undo your seatbelt and get out of the car. You lean against the hood of the car and he soon follows suit. But where your hands are splayed behind your back, his arms are crossed over his chest.
“You’ve not been sleeping.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. Because he is not dumb (or blind enough) to let the circles under your eyes slide.
And it’s a statement that might be true. You only give him half of a shrug, “So?”
“It means that something is bothering you.” You’re about to object, but he quickly shuts you down, “I once drove you around for four hours so you could sleep in my car, honey,” his fingers move to gently turn your chin towards him so he can look into your eyes, “and that was because you forgot to bring me back junk food from Australia.”
Even if you’re taken aback by his physical touch, you don’t show it as you stubbornly maintain your eye contact. “It’s the jet lag, I haven’t travelled in a while.” You gulp down a breath as you gently push his hand away, “And don’t call me that.”
“Why?” He turns his body to face you, “You’re just as sweet, aren’t you?”
“Lando,” you warn him, “don’t.”
He raises a brow, “Why not?”
“Because we’re friends,” your response comes off in an instant, “I only see you as a friend.” The biggest lie you’ve ever said.
“Friends,” he repeats, tests out the word, then shrugs, “sure. Now tell me what happened tonight that made you call me. Did you and Daniel fight?”
“What?” an involuntary laugh leaves your lips, and you catch the corner of his lips turning upwards just the smallest bit. “No, we didn’t, it’s not about Daniel. Can we just not talk about it, please?”
He gives you a firm nod, and you catch his grimace as he turns his attention back to the view in front of you. “You can tell me, you know,” he mumbles, “you used to.”
He’s right, you realise. You used to tell him all the little thought that popped into your head, whether it was nice or not, and he’d accommodated your thoughts. It was easier to talk to him, once upon a time, and you’re not really sure why it hurts so much right now that you can’t.
“Why do you care?” The question comes out quickly, and your voice is not as strong as you’d like it to be. “After everything, why do you care?”
“We’re friends, right?” The words tastes unbelievably sour in his mouth, and he has to restrain himself from making any sort of face, but it seems harder than it actually is for him to do and he questions whether it is worth it to
“Friends,” this time it’s your turn to test out the word, and it tastes as bitter as they come, “sure, can we ride around a bit more?”
“Fine,” he gives you a nod and motions you to get in the car, “but I have to get gas first.”
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The fluorescent lighting of the gas station is definitely not the most flattering thing. So much so that you’re sure the unflattering light outside is exaggerating the bags under your eyes. But that situation of course doesn’t apply to Lando because even under the harsh lighting, he looks too pretty. And compared to earlier in the night, you don’t try to hide the way your eyes focus on him while he’s driving, though you hope you do a much better job at hiding the thoughts that come to your mind. Even after he’s parked the car in the nearest pump, you find yourself staring at his side profile a bit too long, which earns you a sideway smirk and you try your hardest not to react, but the smile you keep trying to fight is too strong and eventually you find yourself with the tiniest smile playing on your lips.
Lando turns towards you, meets your eyes and leans over the console, “Do you want anything from the shop?”
You blink once, trying to come up with anything, twice, then “Can you get me those gummy bears that I like?”
He gives you another nod, reaches into his pocket and then hand you his phone. Ignoring your questioning stare, he explains, “So that you can play music or something, the password is still the same.” Before he gets out of the car, he does the unexpected and leans in just a little bit more to press a feather-light kiss to your temple.
You watch him get out of the car and walk away from you with your mouth slightly hanging open. You contemplate trying to unlock the phone, because why would he tell you that his password is the same? And why would he trust you with his phone when the two of you have been broken up for over a year? With shaky hands, your fingers put in the password, calling Lando’s bluff. Oh shit, you think when the phone unlocks, now what? Throwing the phone out of your hands onto the driver seat, you grab your own and quickly type a new message to Kika, who of course got the news from Lily and has been blowing up your phone, while ignoring her dozen other messages who went unread in your text thread.
To kika: this was a bad idea kika Tokika: a very *very* bad idea From kika: please tell me you’re going home To kika: um… To kika: sure From kika: GET OUT OF THAT CAR AND GET YOUR ASS HOME From kika: NOW!!
Chewing on your lower lip, your eyes linger on the messages spamming your phone, and you contemplate just getting out of the car and trying to find your way back home. But you also can’t help yourself but think… what’s the worst that could happen if you stayed? Clicking the button on the side of your phone, you place it face down on your lap after making sure you silence it for the rest of the night. With the reminder of the abandoned phone on the seat next to yours, you open your window to let some of the night air in. As your phone keeps buzzing on your lap, your eyes focus on the figure that comes out of the convenience store – and by some grace of God, he doesn’t realise the way your eyes basically undress him as he approaches his McLaren.
There’s no smile on his face, in fact, if you didn’t know Lando, you’d say he looks like an asshole; not that he occasionally doesn’t act like one. He gives you that boyish smirk when he’s next to your window, signalling you to roll it down by tapping on it twice. Lando leans against the car, his eyes locked onto yours. “Got your gummy bears,” he says, holding up the package and handing it to you once you roll it down. “It was the last one too, you’re lucky.”
Giving a tight lipped smile to the man looking expectantly at you, you accept the packet of gummy bears. “Thank you, Lando,” the softening look in his eyes is, ironically, strong enough for you to choke on the next words that are on the tip of your tongue. “I–”
“I’m sorry to bother you, are you Lando Norris?” A third voice interrupts you, and you find yourself moving your gaze from Lando to the woman who’s excitedly waiting for a response.
“Yes,” he breathes out, and you can tell he’s trying to keep his voice polite but he’s also very annoyed at the same time – though the way he eyes up the stranger definitely makes your blood boil.
With his attention on the woman, you find yourself feel the tension in the air and quickly look down at the packet of gummy bears in your hands. You start absentmindedly picking at the wrapper, your mind racing with a mixture of emotions. As the conversation between Lando and the fan continues, you steal glances at them from the corner of your eye. She's gushing about a recent race, talking animatedly about the thrilling moments she witnessed. Lando, for his part, is gracious and engaged, taking the time to listen and respond. And despite the polite exchange, you can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It's a reminder of the world he's a part of, a world where fans approach him with admiration and excitement. A world you used to share, but now only observe from the sidelines.
You watch the woman place her hand on Lando’s bicep, laughing at a (rather mediocre) joke he made about the understeer of the car. It’s not a funny joke by any means, and you are not scared to admit that the woman’s laugh that fills your ears makes your insides twist uncomfortably. You remind yourself that you're here by choice. You could have left at any moment. But there's something about this night, about being with Lando again, that you can't quite let go of. It's a confusing mix of nostalgia and longing, wrapped in a blanket of uncertainty.
The woman’s voice hits your ears as you hear her ask, “Do you want to come back to my place?”
Without letting them both know that you’re actively listening into their conversation, you attempt to subtly let out a warning cough, but Lando covertly smirks as he leans towards the car with his hand grabbing the lowered window – without caring about the possible finger prints he might leave behind, might you add. Without any hesitation, you let your fingers go of the packaging to thread your fingers with his.
While his thumb gently starts to draw circles on the knuckle of your thumb, he does his best to supress the chuckle building up in his throat. “That’s, um, very kind – but I’m with my girl, you see, and we are both pretty tired.”
Maybe you would’ve given her a friendly smile over a misunderstanding if you were in a better mood, but as the woman looks at you with wild eyes, all you can offer her is an annoyed pout, and soon after she leaves after apologising to you both for interrupting your plans. You watch her leave until there is a good enough distance for her to not hear you, and then turn to Lando and give him a glare as you hiss, “I am not ‘your girl’.”
He finally lets out the chuckle he’s been holding as he watches you letting go of his hand with an exaggerated push, and then diverts his amused eyes towards you, “Sure, whatever you say, jealous girl.”
“I am not– I wasn’t jealous!” you exclaim, eyes narrowed. When he starts walking towards the driver’s side, you can’t help but call out, “I’m not jealous!”
Lando is still chuckling to himself when he gets in the car, and even as he starts driving, completely ignoring your whining complaints. “That’s alright, honey,” he says, voice full of condescension, “it was very cute.”
“You are an ass.” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms across your chest. “Maybe I should’ve gotten off when I had the chance, that way you could’ve fucked her in the back seat.”
“Bold of you assume she’s the one I’d want to fuck in my back seat,” he raises an eyebrow, then shrugs “but sure.”
Your face scrunches up in disgust, “You’re, ugh, you’re just the worst, Lando.” Shaking your head in disbelief, you add, “I can’t believe I’m arguing with you over you fucking girls in your car.”
Lando manages to get out a disapproving tut, and then contends, “I never said I’d fuck girls in my car, I’d said I’d rather fuck you in my car.”
Completely baffled by this revelation, not that you should’ve been, you turn to him in disgust, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He shrugs again, noncommittally, and without paying you any mind continues to focus on the road.
“Well,” you laugh, breathlessly, “good thing that’s never happening.” Gently clearing your throat, you later can’t help yourself but add a silent, “Again.”
“If you’d rather a bed, that could also be arranged, honey.” Lando assures you, and you realise the little fucker has a smirk growing on his face.
“As if I’d sleep with you willingly,” you scoff.
A boisterous laugh is what you get from Lando, who tilts his head towards you, “Come on, I’m a good-looking bloke.”
“And I’m sure I’ve seen much hotter man,” you sing, but you just can’t remember when. So deciding to block out what Lando is rambling about, you pull out your phone to message someone who has the answer for you.
To lily m + kika: can you tell me someone who is hotter than lando? From lily m: alex From kika: pierre To lily m + kika: ew, be serious please From kika: what about the guy with the accent, from hungary? From lily m: the doctor? To lily m + kika: i think she meant the reporter From lily m: god no he was a creep From lily m: what about the surfer? From kika: oh yeah he was cute too To lily m + kika: i need someone hot, pleaseee From lily m: THE MODEL FROM MILAN From kika: WITH THE ABS From kika: and also porche From lily m: BUT ALSO THE ABS To lily m + kika: okay thanks To lily m + kika: love you guys
Getting lost in the conversation, with the aid of your ambition to prove yourself right and, naturally, Lando wrong, you don’t realise that he’s actually driven you back to his apartment instead of a bar or literally some other place that sells alcohol in that ungodly hour.
“This isn’t a bar.” You point out, eyebrows furrowed.
Lando dignifies your comment with a scoff, “Well aren’t you quite the detective?”
Crossing your arms across your chest, you basically hiss at him this time, “This is basically kidnapping.”
Lando glances at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “Kidnapping? Really? I thought we were just catching up.”
You shoot him a sarcastic look, but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, sure. Catching up in the middle of the night at your place.”
He parks the car and turns to face you, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Well, here’s my proposal. I’ll go to my apartment and you’re free to either join me or drive my car back to Daniel’s – I’ll come pick it up tomorrow.”
You hesitate for a moment, considering your options as you watch Lando give you an assuring smile and handing you the keys before getting out of the car. Going back to your brother's place doesn't sound all that appealing, and Lando's offer, as questionable and a bad idea as it may be, seems like the lesser of two evils. Though, there is also the reality that if when you go up to his apartment, you’re probably going to do something that either you or your friends will regret tomorrow morning. Watching Lando’s retreating figure move further into the apartment building, you think, fuck it, it’s fine.
So, you wait for a few minutes, anxiously twirling the car keys in your hand to make him wait – but you’re pretty sure it makes you suffer just as much. You take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and then climb out of the car. Locking it behind you, you follow Lando into the building. The familiar scent of his cologne hits you as you step into the elevator, and a wave of nostalgia washes over you. The elevator ride going up to the second floor is pure torture, and it leaves you squirming in your place the whole time. Basically throwing yourself out of the elevator once it lands on the second floor, you realise that Lando has been waiting for you, standing and smiling at his door.
He gives you a teasing look as you approach, clearly amused by your slightly dishevelled state. “Took you long enough,” he remarks, unlocking the door and holding it open for you. But instead of saying anything or retorting back, you quietly follow him inside his apartment. Lando closes the door behind you, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. The dim lighting casts a soft glow, creating an intimate atmosphere. The first thing that catches your eye is the helmet collection he keeps in the living room. Without saying anything, you quickly make your way over to the shelves that display the helmets, trying your best to avoid his approaching footsteps behind you. The familiar design of a particular helmet has you instinctively tracing the number at the top, and the arms that hug your waist from behind makes you freeze for a moment. Lando's touch is both familiar and foreign, stirring up a mix of emotions you thought were long buried.
“That's from Monza, 2021,” he says, his voice close to your ear. The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine.
You clear your throat, attempting to regain composure. “I remember,” you reply, your fingers still lingering on the helmet.
For a moment, neither of you speaks. The weight of the past and the uncertainty of the present hangs in the air. Lando breaks the silence, his voice low and measured. “I wasn't sure you'd actually come up.”
You turn to face him, meeting his gaze, but don’t attempt getting out of his arms. “I didn't think so either.”
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly leans in, his lips brushing against yours. It's a tentative touch, a testing of waters, and you find yourself responding to the familiarity of the kiss. The taste of the past lingers, and for a moment, it's as if the years haven't passed. But reality crashes back in, and you pull away, the distance now a necessary boundary. Lando looks at you, a mix of emotions playing on his face. There's longing, regret, and an unspoken acknowledgment of the complexities that bind you.
“I thought we could just catch up,” he says, his tone a mix of apology and yearning.
You turn in your place, facing him. “Catching up was never our strong suit, was it?”
“Not really,” Lando shakes his head, “no.”
You bite down on the corner of your lip, threading your fingers through his curls as you pull his face down to meet yours as you rise on your tiptoes, “It’s a bad idea, right?”
Lando lets out a supportive hum as he lets his lips softly brush against yours, “The worst.” And maybe he should have been the gentleman and pull away, but when he sees your eyes closing, he just leans in further to press his lips against yours – and the way you respond to his kiss? It's as if the world outside ceases to exist. The kiss deepens, each brush of his lips against yours reigniting a long-buried flame. Lando's hands find their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer, erasing the physical space between you.
You don’t complain as he pulls you towards his bedroom, or when he gently throws you on his bed, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. As he hovers over you, the weight of the past and the intensity of the present converge. His hands trace the contours of your face, memorizing every curve as if committing it to memory. And when the two of you get lost between each other within his sheets, the only thing that ends up coming from your mouth is either his name, or some sort of encouragement to keep him going. After he manages to wear you out, Lando decides that you’re definitely not going anywhere as he wraps you in his arms around you. The room is filled with the soft sounds of breaths syncing, hearts beating in tandem. Lando's fingers draw absent patterns on your skin while you check the messages that have accumulated in your phone. The glow of your phone illuminates the dim room, creating a subtle contrast to the warmth that envelops you. Lando's presence beside you adds an extra layer of comfort, a silent acknowledgment of the shared intimacy that unfolded moments ago.
From danny: please tell me you didn’t get kidnapped by the organ mafia From danny: wink twice if you’re alive From danny: this is not funny, where are you? From danny: fine i’ll ask alex to ask lily
Rolling  your eyes before sending him a text to let your brother know you’re okay, you decide to turn your attention to the group chat with Lily and Kika.
From kika: did you get home safe? From lily m: daniel is pretty stressed about it From lily m: please for the love of god tell us you’re home and not with lando right now To lily m + kika: omg just calm down i’m in bed To lily m + kika: and i’m going to sleep To lily m + kika: love you guys
You catch a glimpse of Lando’s grin over your shoulder as you click your phone off, but he only chuckles as he buries his face into your neck as he leaves small kisses to the skin there. “Well, I’m not lying, I just didn’t specify where I was.”
“Or in whose sheets,” his laugher gets louder as you jokingly slap him on the arm, “go to sleep, honey, we’ll be tired in the morning.”
And it might’ve been a bad idea to message him in the first place, but it certainly doesn’t feel like one.
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ch-4-eri · 9 months
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What’s Mine — Remus Lupin.
Pairing: Remus X fem!reader.
Requested by my dear lily @wzrd-wheezes I love you bestie <3
Word count: 1.2k
Summary: you keep stealing Remus’s things until one day he snaps. (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)
Warnings: moody Remus, mentions of smoking, immature Remus, you name it.
Remus opened his cigar pack, taking one before he narrowed his eyes.
It didn’t look that empty the other day, but he decided to ignore it and go back to studying before he had to shower for the night.
As Remus left the shower, his legs carried him to his trunk, looking through his clothes as he also felt the same way he did as he was looking at his cigar pack, some of his jumpers, sweaters, vests weren't there and he had many he could change from.
“What the fuck.” He mumbled under his breath before he recalled you hanging around here, you could have possibly gone through his things, he only ever saw one shirt of his on you, and he didn’t mind because he didn’t expect half of what he owned is hanging in your own closet now.
He knows you took things from him, you asked at first, now you don’t and it’s kind of getting to him, and he had no idea why it pisses him off so much.
Remus groaned as he put on whatever he could find and decided it’s time to place some boundaries.
You were hanging around your own dorm, reading a book you stole from Remus, well —borrowed— is the preferable term as he barged in your dorm, making you jump.
“Where’s my brown jumper?” He randomly asked as you didn’t answer and he repeated it. “What’s the rush? It’s here.” You got up and took it out from your trunk as Remus snatched it from your grip.
He brought it up his nose as all he smelled was your vanilla perfume. “I have a date you know, and smelling like another girl isn’t a good first impression is it?” He continued as you gasped. “A date! Oh that’s exciting.” You clapped your hands together as he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t take what’s mine again, am I clear?” He said, his glare blank as you couldn’t help but feel bad, you didn’t think it bothered him that much.
Remus left your dorm room before you got to say anything.
He was a nerve wracking mess, smelling you on his shirt was making things even worse, he wasn’t supposed to be thinking of you, he was supposed to think of his date.
Should he cancel? Or is it rude?
It’s definitely rude, Remus should pull himself together.
Then he took a whiff of your smell again and he groaned before he left his dorm, not wanting to back down.
As Remus was back to the common room, leaving the date much earlier because all he thought of was you.
He had always liked you but it baffled him, you pissed him off in more ways than one and he had no idea why his own clothes smelling like you made his blood boil.
“There you are!” You said, taking a seat beside him.
Remus glanced at you, wearing a shirt that wasn’t his, finally, he thought.
“How was the date? Is she pretty?” You asked, leaning on your hand, staring up into his warm brown eyes.
“It’s none of your business.” Remus shut you down, he didn’t want to talk about it, not when the vanilla smell is still lingering around his nose. “Why are you being a bitch?”
“I’m not the one stealing your clothes.” Remus reminded you, making you Scoff. “Fine, I'll give them back.”
“Oh you didn’t want to?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“They’re my things! My books too if you don’t mind, and don’t steal my cigarettes, they’re not enough for the both of us.” Remus angrily told you as he got up to his dorm room, maybe sleep the crabby mood off.
It was the next morning as he found you bringing his things back, not aware that he was awake.
You were still wearing one of his jumpers, and it riled him up even more.
“What are you doing?” Remus shot up from his red bedding, pushing the covers off of him.
“Hi, bringing your stuff back?” You responded which caused the boys to wake up, Sirius groaning and covering his head with a pillow as James was dozing off, Peter awkwardly staring back and forth between you two, the other dude already out of the door as he was getting ready anyway.
“And what’s this?” Remus asked as he walked closer to you, causing a scene in front of his friends like that which was a little childish, in your opinion.
You gulped as you stared down at the shirt, that Remus was pointing at.
“Remus, come on.” You chuckled awkwardly as he took his things off your hands, his books and multiple jumpers, even a few cigarettes you hadn’t smoked.
You knew you had to return everything, except for the sweater you’re wearing, his eyes falling on it then back to your eyes.
“It’s my sweater!”
“I look better in it!” You snapped back as the boys were fully awake now, watching the argument on full display.
“I don’t care, take it off.” Remus pressed, his eyes shooting daggers at you as you let out a sharp sigh.
“What?” You shook your head in confusion, he wasn’t serious was he?
“Take it off, I don’t want you to have anything of what’s mine.” Remus edged closer to you, his hair messed up from sleep but you’ve never seen him so scary before.
You hesitated, staring at his friends who looked shocked, Sirius’s mouth agape, James covering his face with his hands, Peter doing the same.
You gave in and took the hem of your shirt in your fingers, pulling it over your head and off your arms.
Thankfully you’d been wearing a top beneath it.
“Here you go.” You threw it on his face and walked out.
You shivered as you made your way to your own dorm, to throw on something warmer as you couldn’t help but find his behaviour a tad odd.
He was never annoyed you wore his clothes before, he gave you the shirt you had to take off, why did he want it back so bad now?
“Why did you do that?” Sirius asked Remus as you finally walked out the door, with just a tank top with such cold weather.
“I’m sick of her taking my stuff, it’s about time she stopped doing it.” Remus exasperated as it went quiet.
He looked up at his friends as they were glaring at each other, holding back laughter. “What?” He asked, already having a bad day before it started.
“Buddy, if a girl wears your clothes it means she likes you.” James said which made Sirius giggle, Peter joining.
“No she does not.”
“Yes she does.” Sirius mumbled, making his bed.
“If she did like you guys claimed, she doesn’t now and honestly good riddance!” Remus huffed as he changed his clothes for the day.
“Woah! It’s your loss, if a girl wore my clothes, we’d have been parents by now.” Sirius added as everyone ‘ew’ed’ him.
“That’s even worse, girls are too much work, I can’t deal with them.”
“You just don’t want to admit you like her.” James shrugged.
“He’s so in love with her.” Sirius chuckled, making James and Peter giggle. “I hate you guys so much.” He yelled, leaving the dorm, slamming the door shut, he really was in love with you wasn’t he?
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vase-of-lilies · 6 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/vase-of-lilies/729478267535491072/does-anyone-wanna-send-a-request-for-into-the-tiny
Mmmmmm, how about mommy / mama feeling bad for falsely accusing us and making us cry so they(either of them) feel dejected until we make them cuddle with us because we thought they were still mad at us ?… please?
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Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda x Little!reader (f) x Dark!Mama!Nat
Warnings: MD/LG dynamics, Arguing, yelling, feeling bad, guilt, fighting, false accusations, depression, crying, breastfeeding, lactation, cuddles!! this is a dark AU so beware.
A/n: Thanks for sending this in! This is such a cute idea! This kind of hits home, because I have been blamed for MULTIPLE things by my awful step siblings when I was younger. But I’m glad this time it will be Wanda and Natty to comfort us 🥺 I hope it was ok to have just Nat be angry!
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It was a series of unfortunate events. One thing lead to another, and soon you found yourself in front of a large mess in the living room of the cabin. You had woken up from your nap, only to find Wanda and Natasha doing work by themselves in separate rooms.
When you left your nursery, your toy lion — Leo — was held in your arms softly and you rubbed the tired from your eyes. A small yawn following. You froze mid step once you saw the disaster in the living room.
The couch cushions were no longer on the couch, the TV stand was slightly askew, the lamp shade was tilted, and what looked like piles upon piles of documents were strewn across the carpet. You didn’t know how to react, only staring at the mess in front of you.
Too caught up in your confusion, you don’t hear the footsteps of your Mama, Nat, behind you. A loud gasp left her mouth as she saw what you were staring at. From what it looked like to her, you had been going through important documents without their permission or knowledge. But that was far from the truth.
“Y/n! What on earth are you doing??” Your mamas voice boomed behind you, startling you and causing your lion to drop from your hands. Nat paced the floor, looking at the papers and their contents.
“My god! Where did you find these?? These were locked!” She continues to shout, and the water works were turned on behind your eyes.
You looked up at Nat, small whimpers turning into cries of false guilt. “I- I- d-didn’ do an-anyfing!” You sobbed, but Natasha wouldn’t have that. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, her red braid flipping over her shoulder as she looks to you.
“Oh, you didn’t do anything? Really? You think I’m gonna believe a dumb little thing like you?” She shouted back at you, stepping closer to you. You step back in fear. “My keys are gone, and we haven’t heard your little dream sounds on the monitor either. And then I find you here??”
The things she was saying wasn’t like her. She was harsh, but when she knew you were in your little space, she was the most gentle giant you have ever been around besides Tony. But this time was different, because of one simple mistake.
Wanda hears the commotion from the bedroom and she looks over to the small baby monitor on the bedside table. She frowns as the screen blinks a low battery picture, and picks it up. She walks to the living room to find you pushing yourself against the wall while Natasha shouted at you.
Nat hasn’t calmed down yet, and Wanda knew that it could be devastating to your little self to see her like this. “Honey? Nat, baby, what’s going on?” She asked, gently placing her hand on her wife’s exposed shoulder.
Natasha’s head snaps to the source of the voice, and she steps away from your cowering body. “First she stole my keys to my filing cabinet, then she waited until we were busy to come out and read everything! Then she tries to deny it,” She explains. “I knew something was up when I didn’t hear anything from her room. Absolutely nothing.”
Wanda’s eyes widen, suddenly realizing why Nat couldn’t hear your little noises while you were asleep. She holds up the monitor and the blinking battery symbol mocks Natasha’s silence. “Batteries… they died,” Wanda says with a soft sigh.
She looks to the room and shakes her head. “While you and Pietro took her to the park this morning, Tony came by to see what info we had on HYDRAs plan to recapture Bucky. I guess he never cleaned up after himself.”
Immediately Natasha’s arms unfolded themselves and she silently pointed to your shivering and shaking form, facing away from them. She was in disbelief that Wanda never told her about this, and that she somehow was able to avoid the living room all together to even notice what Tony did.
Your Mommy bends down to not be so intimidating to you and takes your hands into hers. “Baby, can you look at mommy?” You don’t listen to her at first, Leo covering your face to hide you from any confrontation. “Tinyyyyyy… listen to me, please.” Wanda said. Hearing her voice turn from concern to demanding in an instant made you pull Leo from your face. “Such a good girl… how about we let Mama cool off, I think she needs some ice cream.”
Wanda looks up at Nat, giving a look telling her to take a walk to calm down. So, Nat holds up her hands in surrender and goes out the back door to the shed to work on her suit and gear.
In the mean time, Wanda gave you a bath, fed you, and read you a few stories. But when your Mama came in, she was in such a different mood. Even though she may have cooled off and the mess was gone, she stilled looked so angry and sad.
Was she still mad at you?
Days went by, and Nat had not even looked at you. Wanda was taking care of you on her own while Nat took care of herself for the time being.
It was a night like every other, but tonight, more tears fell down your face when you were in bed with Wanda, her lullaby lulling you to sleep.
Once you fell into a deep sleep, the next morning came like it did everyday. Bright, early, and loud. You cried for your mommy, hungry for breakfast and needing some love before the day started.
Wanda happily entered your nursery, smiling as she saw you sat up in bed with Leo your hands. She frowned at your expression, more tears on your cheeks and a sadness in your eyes she just couldn’t pinpoint.
Carefully, Wanda sits on your bed with you.
“Are you alright, little one? I don’t like seeing those tears,” she frowns, swiping her thumb across your cheek. You don’t answer her, only crawling into her arms and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda sighs and kisses your forehead, softly rubbing your back to comfort you.
“S’mama still mad a’me?” Your small voice quivers with worry as you ask, not understanding why Natasha was turning a cold shoulder to you.
Now that Wanda has pinpointed where these emotions were coming from, she says “Oh sweetheart, no, she’s not mad at you,” she pauses, tightening her arms around you. “She’s just a little confused, that’s all. Silly mommy forgot to talk to mama and tell her we had a visitor from Uncle Tony.”
Nodding in response, you sniffle softly. Your tummy rumbles and you look up to your mommy. Wanda smiles and gently sets you at the top of your bed again, scooting up to sit next to you. Again, she pulls you into her arms and lifts her shirt over her breast.
She hums softly as you latch onto her nipple, the milk from the pills she took flowing into your mouth. Your hands gently hold her breast, and you close your eyes.
After you’re full, you sit up and start to scoot off the bed. Wanda tilts her head and starts to follow you. “Where are you going, tiny?” She smiles, helping you off the bed when you whimper. Even though you can get off the bed perfectly fine, you still wanted your mommy’s help.
“Gonna go find mama and give da cuddles she need,” you say with determination. Wanda chuckles and takes your free hand.
“Here, I’ll help,” she says, following you as you gently pull her out of the room.
Natasha was at the kitchen table, reorganizing the files that Tony had been looking through and making sure that nothing was stolen. You were nervous to go see her, and Wanda could tell. But she gave you a gentle nudge when you looked up at her, your mama not yet noticing your presence.
You took a step forward, and softly tapped on Nat’s shoulder. The woman turns her head and looks up at you from her spot at the table. You looked at her, and then the papers, and back to her. With lots of bravery, you reach for her hand, holding it and pulling her up.
Nat looked to her wife with a confused expression, a small smile painting her lips too. She followed you as you pulled her to the couch, guiding her to sit. “Tiny, what are you doing, love?” A small chuckle leaving her mouth.
You ignore her question and move to Wanda, pulling her to sit next to Natasha. Now that both women were sat, you climbed onto their laps and settled you bum right between them. Your head lays on Nats chest, and your legs rests over Wanda lap.
“Don wan yous to be mad at me anymow,’” you whisper, tears causing small stains to appear on Nats grey tank top. Her face softens, and her arms wrap around your body, holding you against her.
“Sweet girl, mama’s not angry with you anymore, mama was just busy and hadn’t been able to spend time with you,” she explains, feeling guilty when she heard you sniffle. “I promise I’m not mad, ok sweetheart?”
You nod and look up at her, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Nat finally understood why you were having a hard time like Wanda told her. She was beating around the bush when she mentioned you weren’t doing well. You were just worried that your mama hated you, and that you were still in trouble for something you didn’t do.
“I’ll be sure to ask before I assume next time, ok?” You nod and smile up at her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling your nose into her neck. The three of you sat on the couch for quite a while, holding each other and reassuring you.
Nat knew she messed up, but she was so glad that you came to her and asked for forgiveness. But she knew better than to allow you to ask for forgiveness, as it was her that should be asking.
And you did forgive her, loving her just the same as every other day you were with them.
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| ◆ ch. vago mundo ⑊ zhongli
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--⟢ ii. little dragon, big dragon |   teyvat continues to change, and nobody can stop it. but morax hopes that some things stay unchanged.
𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
◇ tags ◇ fluff, rex lapis in the olden days is a (lovable) menace
◇ a/n ◇ everyone shush and hear me out!!!!!!! smol dragon!zhongli draped around your neck and purring like a cat. that's it that's the post.
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"is that…"
"that improper animal… this new generation of disciples are just too full of themselves."
"the divine one is just far too lenient… i fear the young ones will continuously abuse their kindness."
rex lapis squints his eyes towards the whispers of the less fortunate souls, inwardly scoffing at the open jealousy in their words. it's your gentle touch that pulls him out of his musings, and he lightly cranes his eyes up to stare at your visage.
"this is quite a commendable feat, rex. to have such precise control over your physique… keep this up and you might even become an archon one day," you chuckle, fingers lightly tracing the small horns on the sides of his compact-sized dragon form.
he's unable to stop the instinctive purrs which are reverberating from the back of his throat, amber eyes closing in bliss as you let him curl even closer around your neck, though he takes extra care so his scales won't hurt you in the process.
"you know, a friend of yours came to find me the other day. guizhong, i think was her name? she told me about your… excursions."
the low purring immediately stops, and you hold back a laugh when you feel the little dragon shift uneasily around you.
"were those glaze lilies you gave me the other day from guizhong's little garden after all, hmm?"
".... maybe."
"oh, rex… you know how much she adores them."
"but you said you liked them the last time she showed you…"
"i do, but that doesn't mean you can filch them off guizhong's garden."
"but- she stole my treasures to give you those earrings last time, so now we're even!"
you had to laugh at that. the petty little squabbles from the younger acolytes are always one of your constant sources of entertainment, and this one is no different. you find the dynamics of this particular group amusing, and you can't deny that you might be a little biased when it comes to them. especially to the little dragon. he's witty and a little cheeky, just like all the hatchlings, but something tells you that he'll grow into an individual to be feared if he gains enough wisdom over the few hundred - or thousand, years.
you can only hope you'll be there to witness it when the time comes.
"i suppose, little wyrmling."
rex huffs, tail flopping back to your shoulder, snuggling closer around your neck.
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"you didn't have to do all that, you know. i think they deserve to be angry."
morax shakes his head stubbornly as he closes the door of your bedroom behind the two of you. his hand lands on the small of your back and he leads you further into the room.
"while i have seen you making many mistakes throughout the olden times, i know you will always strive to do what you can to make up for it. i would never wish for dominion, but as long as i walk upon teyvat, there shall be no being who gets away with besmirching your name. and especially not in the nation i've cultivated to honor your very being."
you sigh at his tenacity and turn to face him instead, resting your hands on his chest and giving him your best patient smile. the hard lines on his expression smooth out, and you can feel him relax under your touch. soon enough his own hands fall back onto your waist, this time softly palming the sides of your hips, like a kitten making biscuits.
"though i'm honored, i think it's rather petty of you to go to such lengths when all they did was gossip… people have been working hard to rebuild the houses, right? an earthquake is just going to render their efforts useless…"
"ahem…. i'll admit that it wasn't my intention to react in such an… overly dramatic manner. it is my mistake. i realize now that i should have controlled myself better."
"oh, morax… this childish side of yours truly amuses me sometimes," you giggle when you sighted the reddened tips of his ears and the way he's lightly chewing his bottom lip in guilt.
sometimes you still can't believe that the rex lapis himself could be so… adorable.
"okay, enough of that! creator worship time is over! i want my dearest zhongli now, please?"
he perks up at your wish and you step back to watch him shift into his mortal form. it takes him a short few seconds, but it always fascinates you, the way he manages to do it so elegantly and the magical way his body transforms into a familiar appearance.
slender fingers absent of talons reach out towards you, and you meet him halfway, fingers interlacing as you nuzzle into his chest with a satisfied hum. zhongli's deep chuckle caresses your ears and he maneuvers the both of you towards the nearby armchair. but before he can sit down and pull you on top of him, an idea hits you and you pull away slightly to tug on his clothes.
"can i play with your hair?"
"it would be my pleasure, dear."
with a pleased grin, you grab the various cushions and blankets from the couches nearby, making a small nest-like surface on the floor instead. zhongli sits cross-legged on it as soon as you plop onto the higher chair right behind the small area you've made for him, and your fingers automatically tug off the hairpin that holds his hair down his back. you unconsciously hum a tune of ancient lullabies as you continue on to play with his long strands of brown-gold hair, and the god of contracts lets himself melt onto your hold with a contented sigh.
thousands of years may have passed, and you might have lost the memories of your olden days with him forever.
yet, as you continue to spoil him with your sweet words and comforting presence, he realizes that your love for teyvat, for him, no matter which forms and the identity he takes, has stayed true and strong even without those memories.
and zhongli realizes that it's all he could ever ask for.
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hard-candy-writing · 1 year
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can i borrow your bed? part III
part i - part ii
summary: you've taken to keeping your toy at eddie's place -- since it's the only place you use it. one night, when he's awake and horny, he decides to try it out.
warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut for smut's sake. perv!eddie, which means he steals panties as well as inappropriate glances of reader. use of a dildo. masturbation (m and mentions of f) mentions of anal play. mentions of oral (m receiving) and tit fucking.
a/n: it's been a very long time since a touched on this series! (i feel like it's my seminal work? like if you haven't read this series you don't know this blog.) i kept this one short and sweet! this is kind of a more... part 1.5? it takes place between part i and part ii. anyway, enjoy you little pervs.
taglist: @ghoul-lily, @ladydovahkiin180, @sage111222, @catramoon, @merlyagrindelwald, @hahahaeddiemunson , @l0ve-s1ckn3ss, @inkedaztec, @pedroswh0r3, @hateqlt, @faffacake, @brattypeony, @bietchz, @froglivr, @strangeh0rizons, @ilikechocolatemilkh, @hellfirehope, @eddiethesexy, @eddiemunsonslips, @angelbbygrl, @took-me-hours-to-steal-those, @lightmelikeamatch, @lulukings92, @my-tin-can-mans, @apricotpopsicle, i'm so sorry if any of your urls changed since part ii came out, i thought you may be interested <3
Shameful. Pathetic. Disgusting. Creepy.
That was how Eddie felt every night when he laid in bed, the thought of you making him ache.
You were his best friend. You trusted him, leaned on him, confided in him.
You fucked yourself every week on his bed with your new toy.
Jesus Christ, I'm going to hell.
That was a given; Eddie the Freak Munson was going to hell, and he'd probably be the Devil's guest of honour. It had started off small -- innocently, he'd lied to himself. Stealing glances at your tits or ass when any other hot-blooded man would. It wasn't his fault that he wanted you; just like it wasn't your fault that your tits sometimes spilled over your top or the wind picked your skirt up just enough for him to glimpse the lacy edge of your panties. That, at least, he could justify.
Then he stole your panties. You'd been over at Steve's house to swim, and you'd left your clothes in the bathroom. And they were so cute, so sexy, smelled so good -- God, he'd felt like such a perv when the urge to sniff them washed over him. But once he'd given in and done it, he couldn't stop.
That was three pairs of panties ago; he couldn't steal any more without raising suspicions, and to his credit he had returned them. (Once he was done with them, of course.) He'd stolen your necklace. Your bras. A photo of you at the beach in a bikini. But inanimate objects started to become... not enough anymore.
You'd gotten the lead in the school play during your senior year, and while you changed in one of the tiny closets-turned-dressing-rooms he'd "accidentally" walked in on you. The image of your bare back, the suggestive slope of your breast, the way your hands squished your tits when you hurried to cover up -- he kept that in the back of his head, vivid, just for nights like tonight.
But nothing was helping him. Not the memory of that night in the dressing room, or the remembered feeling of when he'd stopped short to let a squirrel cross the street and his arm had shot out to stop you from jolting forward, his arm brushing your tits. Not even remembering the night when he acted a little drunker than he was so you'd let him snuggle up to you could get him there.
All because you'd taken to masturbating with that fucking noisy vibrator in his bed. Nothing -- no fabricated encounter or half-baked imagining -- could compare to the thought of you laying right where he was and pumping that thing in and out of yourself.
Eddie gripped his cock in one hand and had the other hand over his eyes. He needed sleep. He needed to cum. He needed images of you dancing around his head to either do their job or disappear. He'd considered pulling out a porn magazine from under his bed, but those old pictures meant nothing to him now. Not since having the real thing dangling in front of him like a carrot on a stick. It wasn't your fault; you weren't teasing him. That was the worst part: you didn't even realize how he felt. How he took everything you did and twisted it in his sick, little mind and made it sexual.
Eddie groaned and sat up, uncovering his eyes. The head of his cock was an angry red. Each time his fingers rasped over it, he winced. Should he waste another pump of lotion? Or just roll over and try to sleep? He'd already spent twenty minutes rutting into his mattress.
Eddie reached into his bedside dresser drawer to pull out a bottle of lube.
"Fuck," he hissed when he found it empty. He tossed it back into the drawer.
He flopped back into his pillows and lolled his head to the side. Maybe he'd just stay up all night.
It was purple. A gaudy, vibrant purple -- not too big, not enough to shame or intimidate him. Slender, and curved so that it could reach everywhere your fingers couldn't.
You'd left your toy there for convenience. Why keep lugging it around? Especially if you two were going out together to a restaurant or the movies. You'd always been afraid that you'd go for your wallet and it would flop out in front of everyone. So there it was, in Eddie's bottom drawer, along with a box of condoms (open, used three times, and one of those times was just trying one on) and an (empty) bottle of lube, which he'd placed in there mostly to impress you.
... No... That'd be going too far...
But would it? You cleaned it every time you used it. Eddie had been your saviour, giving you a place to have fun. Why couldn't he have some fun, too? It wasn't like he was going to shove it up his ass; he didn't have any lube, and just wanted to know how it felt. Was that so bad?
No. No, Eddie told himself and he grabbed it and held it up to study, it wasn't so bad. So easily convinced when it came to you.
He turned it on to the lowest setting and ran the tip experimentally over himself, tracing from base to head. He shuddered at the tingles that ran through him. He bit his lower lip, grasping it and his cock in one hand, pressing it against himself as he gently tugged at his dick.
Eddie let out a shaky sigh. He couldn't stop staring at it as it buzzed. Knowing that you'd come by just that afternoon and fucked yourself with it. As the silicone warmed up, he imagined it was still hot from your pussy. He upped the vibrations and laid it against his balls, the buzzing surging through the most sensitive parts of him, tickling his belly, his back, his thighs.
He bent his knees, keeping the toy in place as he put one hand behind his head and lazily stroked his cock with the other. Eddie shut his eyes, imagining you were kneeling there on his bed, using the toy on him. Maybe you'd tie his hands up so he couldn't resist. So you could have total control.
Eddie spat in his hand and rolled his palm over the head of his cock before increasing his pace, biting his lower lip. You'd lay the toy down over his balls just like he did, then bend over and take him into your mouth. Or maybe you'd push his cock between your tits, shivering as the vibrations tickled at your nipples. You'd gasp and moan and wiggle your hips in search of friction. Eddie's hips bucked, imagining sinking into your hot, tight pussy, hearing the lewd squelch of your wet, sticky folds.
Eddie gasped as the toy slipped between his legs, falling deliciously against his tight hole, teasing the entrance.
"Fuck," he ground out, thrusting up into his fist. "God, you feel so good..."
His breath caught in his lungs as sudden warmth filled his lower belly. His cock twitched in his hand. Eddie squeezed on the upstroke, and his hips moved to grind against the toy. He reached down, flicking it to its highest setting.
"Oh, god, fuck, c-cumming..." he rasped as if you were there. In his mind, you begged him to fill you up.
Heat spurted over his bare belly, balls tightening as he came with a guttural groan. As soon as he came, the vibrations became too much. He shut the toy off and let it lay against his throbbing cock as he came down from his high.
Eddie's first, clear thought when he opened his eyes made him chuckle to himself.
I gotta get one of these.
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forever-rogue · 1 year
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Hello, are you taking request?if you're not you can just ignore this, but can I request Tasm Peter Parker x gn reader, maybe a oneshot where Reader has a thing where they run their hands over Peter's skin, not necessarily in a sexual way, but more as in like reassurance, just to be reminded he's there.
Reader does this little pinches on his thighs and arms as well?
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AN | It’s just a whole lot of softness, but I hope you enjoy 🥰❤️
Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x gn!Reader
Warnings | Language
Word Count | 1.5k
Masterlist | Main | Peter
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Peter Parker was a comforting person. 
Everything about him, from his sweet smile to his warm laugh, genuine kindness and soft touches was comforting. He had a golden aura around him and that was something you’d noticed from the first day you’d met when he came into the coffeeshop you were working at. 
One thing had led to another and then another, and before you knew it you were an inseparable couple. And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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It was a cool evening when you let yourself into Peter’s apartment. He wasn’t home yet, but had promised it wouldn’t be too late before he was home. You’d decided that you were going to make some dinner before he got back so he’d actually have a meal today. You loved everything about him, but sometimes he was so scatterbrained that it made you laugh.  Even if it wasn’t much, you’d do anything for him. 
“Oh Peter,” you smiled to yourself when you saw his half consumed cup of coffee on the counter, along with a cold piece of toast. It didn’t take long to clean everything up and put away the groceries you had brought over.
You made quick work of whipping up some soup and a salad, finishing it all up by the time Peter got home. You’d say he walked in through the door, but that would be a lie. Instead, he opened the living room window and hopped inside, landing a little less than gracefully. He pulled off the mask, his entire face lighting up with happiness when he saw you. 
“Hey sweetheart,” he made it over to you in a few strides, pulling you into a warm hug, “you smell good and so does whatever you’re making.”
“And you smell like sweat,” you teased with a kiss to his cheek, “go on and take a shower and then you can have all minestrone your stomach can handle.”
“You’re the best,” he lifted the lid off the pot and took a good whiff of it and groaned lightly. You nudged him out of the way with your hip, tutting at him softly. He took the hint, grinning as he stole a few more kisses before heading towards the shower, “I love you, I love you, I love you!”
“You’re a fool, Peter Parker,” but you were grinning to yourself like mad, warmth flooding your face at the affection he so easily displayed. 
“A fool for you!” was the last thing that you heard before he slipped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. You sighed softly, biting your lip as you shook your head.
You decided to set the table, setting a vase with fresh flowers in the center of it. Peter hadn’t noticed them yet, but they were a beautiful assortment of daisies and lilies and tulips - your favorites. He always liked to surprise you with such small gestures, you figured it was time to return the favor. 
Your instinct had been right - his happy reaction was enough to make you feel like you were standing in the brightest, golden beam of sunshine.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
You were cuddled up with Peter on the couch, watching some new show you’d both been interested in on Netflix. You were leaning into Peter’s side, an arm slung around your shoulders and yours draped across his torso. Your head was resting on his chest, and you found yourself being slowly lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart. 
What you hadn’t realized was that you were doing what you always did, even when you were conscious of it. You were tracing over his soft, exposed skin, drawing aimless and endless shapes onto him. It had become a habit, almost a bit of a self-soothing technique. 
It wasn’t even anything sexual; you just liked the feeling of being close to him, the intimacy that flowed between the two of you. In a way, it also served as a reminder that he was there, and you weren’t alone. It gave Peter a surge of affection too, knowing you were so comfortable around him. Sometimes it even turned into playful pinches or pokes, but they were all laced with nothing but affectionate fondness. 
Peter wondered if you even knew what you were doing or if it just sort of happened without you thinking about it. Not that he minded of course, he was elated by your touch. 
“You’re doing it again,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You mumbled something incoherent before shifting off him so you could look into those big, brown eyes you loved so much. 
“What am I doin’?” you mumbled, fighting off a yawn as you smiled sheepishly at him. 
“Touching me,” he smiled softly and you quickly realized your little gaff, “you do it a lot. Just kinda touch me.”
“Oh,” you pulled back so you were no longer so you were sitting across from him, a nervous expression on your face, “sorry Peter. I didn’t realize what I was doing. It just kinda happens.”
“Honey,” you tried hiding your face beyond your hands, but he gently moved them away and smiled softly at you, “it’s nothing bad at all. I like it! Really, I do. It’s just something I’ve noticed.”
“Well,” you swallowed thickly, “apparently I like it too. I…oops?”
“Don’t apologize and don’t get all shy on me,” he gently took your face in his hands and pressed soft, gentle kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose and finally your lips, “I love it - I love you.”
“I love you too, Pete,” you couldn’t melt but relax and almost melt into him, “so much.”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Despite his reassurances that your little habit didn’t bother him, you found yourself more aware of your actions all the time. And more than that, you found that you ended up stopping yourself. Peter hadn’t noticed that anything was different or off at first, but eventually even he caught on. And, even if he didn’t want to admit it, he missed the feeling of you on him. Just as much as you enjoyed touching him, he enjoyed all your touches too. Craved them even.
And one evening, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know what was wrong.
“Sweetheart?” you were both getting ready for bed at his place, with you padding around his bedroom and pulling on your pajamas. Peter was already climbing into bed, a somewhat nervous expression on his face.
“Yes, my love?” you turned and gave him a small smile. Your expression dropped however when you saw the serious expression on his face, “Peter? What’s wrong?”
“I…this is going to sound silly - I know it will,” he let out a nervous breath as you padded your way over to him. You sat down on your side of the bed and  silently encouraged him to go on, “I…um, why don’t you touch me anymore?”
“What do you mean?” you looked at him with wide eyes, but you knew that you’d been caught. A nervous huff of laughter escaped your lips as you lightly shrugged.
“Ever since I pointed out that you like to touch me or whatever, you haven’t done it anymore,” he felt like a kid crying over spilt milk more than a grown man but he couldn’t help it. He just wanted your touch, “I guess I just wanna know if I did something wrong. ‘cause I kinda miss it.”
“Peter,” you let out a nervous breath as you climbed into bed next to him, “I-I…I’m sorry. I just, I really thought it was too much - like I was overwhelming or something. I didn’t want to be too much.”
“You are never too much,” he replied sweetly, making easy work of pulling you into his lap, his warm hands finding purchase on your waist, “I love everything about you. Every last look and touch and feel  -all of it. You could never be too much for me. And I guess I realized that as much as you liked doing, I liked receiving it.”
“Yeah?” you asked softly and he nodded happily, “and you’re sure it doesn’t bug you?”
“One hundred percent positive,” he took your hand in his and laced your fingers together, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I love you, yeah?”
“I know,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I love you too, Peter Parker. So much.”
“Does that mean you’ll touch me again?” his voice was barely above a whisper but you nodded in response with a gentle smile.
“I’ll touch you whenever you want,” you were both giggling now, “and however you want, my love.”
“Good,” he sighed wistfully before pulling you back to his lips, “good.”
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Lindsay Ellis plagiarized a ndn author
This post isn't a callout and it's only my own post because the OP source I just learned it from, @neechees, doesn't allow rbgs at a certain point on that post.
After Hmbomberguy's expose on Illuminaughtii and James Somerton some people are giving a well deserved eye back to the leftube sphere that was kind of schism-d and held under scrutiny in what I feel was, a lot of the time, misinformed hate campaigns in response to genuine criticism; especially towards Lindsay Ellis who up left after she was canceled and hasn't returned to continuous video making publicly even after people have mostly agreed the hatedom directed for her Raya and the Last Dragon takes was stupid and was erasing actual SEA people's discussions of the culture. To hear and see a decent breakdown of that film's representation problems BEYOND the Ellis-parts because it's worth your wild regardless of if you've seen the movie, please watch the three part video series hosted by Xiran Jay Zhao.
To tl;dr the 2021 drama: people have held an ire towards Ellis for a long time feeling like her and her white-woman base talk over, steal, or just straight up don't apologize for their own racism towards women and ppl of color, and after Lindsay did a problematic by pointing out that Raya and the Last Dragon was like ATLA, people jumped on her.
Being both a longtime fan of Ellis and white as fucc, I personally feel like Lindsay kind of forgave herself and threw out the actual criticisms held against her every bit as much as people just kind of treated her like a punching bag. Or, to paraphrase @padawan-historian's old takes from then, they treated Lindsay like she was trying to be the ENTIRE conversation, not the start of one, and like every possible outcome that could happen over her videos was her fault personally. Some of Lindsay's loudest and nastiest 'critics' were, in fact, other white people or just people who have no good faith in addressing her fuck ups, like Lily Orchard, fe.
One 'Lindsay did a racism'point tho that I felt wasn't truly addressed in full though were claims by indigenous people that she was anti-native, especially in her videos about Twilight and Pocahontas, which yeah at the time I was very passive of you can 100% find post abt that. But then Neechees linked me to an article I, and I think a lot of other video essay-fans had never seen before. This article accused Lindsay of stealing half of her talking points on Disney's Pocahontas from theirs.
When people on the breadtube spectrum talk of Lindsay, even people who criticized her at the time. all kind of agree that the intensity of the backlash was uncalled for and, while not everyone agrees if her public silence is a 'canceling' or not, agree with her need to just take care of herself these days. For those curious, this is the article making this claim:
I am not saying you need to all unfollow and hate everything Lindsay ever touched, mkay? But I also genuinely hope that Lindsay addresses this+comes clean because holy fuck. Unlike Somerton, all I can tell you is I don't just 'believe Windsey wouldn't hurt nobody uwu~'. I am pretty certain that Lindsay care about the topics she covers, for whatever that's worth to say as another whiteperson. It's just that, like Contrapoints, I ALSO think she has a tendency to deflect criticism within that sphere and lump all her negative bagage together. This really sucks cuz not all of us are Lily Orchards or Vaush clones.
Most of us are/were casual watchers of Lindsay like we are Hbomber, Contra, Lady Emily, Folding Ideas, and ToddintheShadows (does he count as leftube idk?) and we really, genuinely don't want to believe that Lindsay stole from + refuses to listen to women of color when they call her out.
Where I like almost everyone in the leftoob analyst sphere that's ever growing and hopefully now weeding out Illumanaughtii-s and Sommerton-s of the world, there ARE controversies within the space that I don't agree with creators on. Some are dumb things like the exact takes Lindsay has about movies n shows that I just up and disagree with her on, Princess Weekes' proshipping apologia that I have LOTS of thoughts on. However, some matters are clearly personal and about maters that just don't involve me. Earlier this year, Folding Ideas and Lady Emily ctrl+alt+deleted some replies they made to Quinton Reviews, making clear that they very much still dislike him based on something that happened between Quinton, Lindsay and I think SarahZ. And by "dislike", I mean also still believeing his former editor over him on who was boundary pushing about who in their relationship. On the offchance any of those creators or their stans somehow see this, know that I'm not going to tell any of you guys how to feel about whatever Quinton did in private I'm not aware of; it's just that I also happen to believe Quinton on this issue and I don't like the guiltybyassociation mantra.
>>>>side note: I hate that every time someone says "I believe so and so after hearing their side now" ppl jump on the "you were just a stan from the beginning and never actually able to listen"-bs. Yeah, being more familiar with one creator over the other means there's bias, sure, but I kinda hate that that once held bias means you can't be held as any kind of source or form your own opinions. <<<
Big introvert vibes ahead: the thing about any big social circle of better-spoken people than you is they ALL seem like a scary meangirl's table from outside looking in. The kind that'll send goons after you with passive-aggressive "this is slander against me and I have the right to be upset abt it sorry if the stans eat you alive". They can also be made out by their fans to be harmless internet nobody's who YOU are at fault for getting mad and staying mad at cuz it's not like it matters on the internet and are clearly just out for drama and 'twofaced' yourself. I think the reality is the same thing that drives every community forward as well as drives them apart: these people are legitimate friends. They stick up for each other the same way we stick up for our personal internet friends whenever there's shit coming their way. The breadtube circle, whoever that is at this point, clearly know some shit we don't about themselves as much as they don't know shit about us and our true intentions. One of them has a platform and responsibility, where the other has power in masses and following them or not. We gotta all make the choices best for us.
Anyway. I guess, if any of the stuff about Lindsay ripping off that writer IS true, I really hope that she admits and apologizes for it. That's not cool to do to her indigenous audience, or even me, one of her white fans who expects actually allyship.
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hold on, wait a minute–
On the House!James: "so, like, I have experience dating Lily."
You're losing me!James: "..."
On the House!James: "did not turn out well."
You're losing me!James: "o-okay–"
On the House!James: *taking off his apron* "so, you're going to get some real ass WHOOPING–" *takes out knife*
p.s. it's not ass whooping, it's deat—
also, I haven't read on the house for a long time, so might be the wrong james or smth
“Rise and shine, asshole!”
“Fuck!” James groans. “How many times are you guys hit me?”
“As many times as it takes for you to get your shit together!”
“Who even are you?” James asks. “You all look alike!”
“That’s offensive.”
“James! Hey! You’re awake!”
“James 2?” James asks.
“You remember me!” James 2 exclaims happily.
“Of course I do. You’re the only one who doesn’t hit me!” James shouts. The other James rolls his eyes.
“Number 4!” James 2 gasps. “Did you hit him?”
“I don’t remember.” Coffee shop James shrugs.
“When I said to wake him up, that is not what I meant!”
“Shoulda been more specific.” Coffee shop James shrugs again. James 2 rolls his eyes.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” James 2 apologizes genuinely.
“Why am I here?” James asks.
“Number 5! You can come in now!” James 2 orders.
He walks in and waves at James. James watches him warily before nodding his head.
“James, this is James.” James 2 introduces. “And you’ve already met James.”
James 4 flips James off and James 2 drops his shoulders.
“Nice, James. Real nice.”
“What. The fuck. Is this?” James asks.
“Excellent question!” James 2 says before pulling out a sheet of parchment and unrolling it.
“Lily Evans Anonymous?” James reads.
“It’s your intervention!” James 2 exclaims.
“My fucking what?”
“For some odd reason, you still refuse to let Lily go.” James 2 says. “James 4 and James 5 are the only ones who have actually dated Lily in their universes. I figured it’d be good to hear things from their perspective.”
“Okay…” James says.
“James 5, why don’t you go first?” James 2 offers.
“Okay, um. I dated Y/N for a few months in seventh year.” James 5 starts. “Then she broke up with me because I was an idiot, to be honest.”
James snorts at that and James 4 smacks him upside the head.
“Started dating Lily like a month after that.” James 5 continues. “Then we broke up because I was still in love with Y/N.”
“Um…”
“Tried dating a few other girls after that, but it didn’t work out because I was still in love with Y/N. Had to wait two years for another chance with her. They were the worst two years of my life.”
“James 4! You’re up!” James 2 says.
“Right. So I started dating Lily in college. Do you know what happened?” Coffee shop James asks.
James shakes his head.
“She cheated on me. She manipulated me. She stole from me. And then she left me. Ran away with that guy to another country.”
“Oh…sorry to hear that.” James says.
“And then one day Y/N walked into the coffee shop where I work. And she was beautiful and funny and kind. She was perfect. She is perfect.” James 4 says. “And I’ve seen your Y/N!”
James’ eyes widen.
“She’s just as beautiful if not more so! She’s just as funny! She’s just as kind! And you’re still gonna chase after Evans? Because you’re too scared to admit you’re in love with your best friend? Grow up!”
“You grow up!” James shouts back.
“You’re wasting time!” James 4 stresses. “She’s not gonna wait forever! And I’m not gonna let you ruin this for us!”
“What are you doing?” James asks, watching as James 4 takes off his apron.
“I’m gonna knock some sense into you. Because someone has to.”
“James 4, no!” James 2 shouts. “Grab him!”
Together, James 2 and James 5 manage to hold back James 4 and drag him out of the room.
“Take him back to HQ! I’ll meet you there!” James 2 calls as he walks back in. “So, how’d it go? Did we get through to you?”
James nods his head.
“Are you gonna go get Y/N?”
Again, James nods his head.
“Are you just saying that?” James 2 asks.
James looks at him with wide eyes. James 2 sighs in disappointment.
“Okay.” He nods. “Time for plan C. Or D… Whatever letter we’re on.”
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[Anne is passing by the living room and sees the calamity siblings are watching old episodes of Kim Possible]
Anne: Oh, hey, I remember this show. Ya know, I actually met the real Kim Possible.
Lily: Nuh huh, this is just a cartoon.
Anne: It’s based on a real person. Back when I was 16, I was visiting Mr X after government therapy and she walked in. She was hired because a villain stole some tech from Mr X’s team and she got it back. Frog, she was still so gorgeous in her 30’s. She was so kind, smart, funny and not to mention her red hair, toned muscles, green eyes………Mmmmmmmmmm <3<3<3
Calamity Siblings: …………………
Lily: Um, Mom?
Anne: Huh? Oh, um…I’m going to talk to Sasha and Marcy for a bit………don’t need us for a bit.
[Anne dashes off]
Lily grabbing the remote: Yeahhhh, I’mma turn the volume up for a bit……
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Love Notes (Ch. 5)
Larissa Weems x musicteacher!Reader We have an angsty chapter here, oops. Also, thank you all for being patient as I got back to writing! It took getting pneumonia to unblock writer's block somehow? Idk. Make it make sense.
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In between moments not with Larissa, you worked on orchestrating the big reveal and scavenger hunt. There were a lot of moving parts to your plan, and it would take some secrecy to enact, because you were pretty sure you’d have to involve other people. The question remained of who you could trust to involve…
Eventually you and Larissa go into Jericho together. It felt like the most normal outing, the two of you laughing about something in the car ride over and planning how to continue your adventures and treats into the new semester. Spending time with Larissa came so naturally. Sure, you still felt killer butterflies when she stole a glance at you, but it felt right. That’s the only way you knew how to describe it.
While she briefly meets with the mayor and does a follow up interview with a new affiliate therapist for Nevermore, you planned to check out the florist shop for her favorite flowers. Even though you’re a few weeks out from your ideal time to unveil the mystery, you’re not sure if securing lilies would be possible so early in the spring.
Through the windows of the town hall, Larissa sees you chatting outside with the local florist. A man with an apron on and the kind of scruffy looking beard that seemed like it was naturally charming but actually took work to achieve. Larissa knew almost everyone in Jericho personally by now, but all she had known about him is that many of the women around town fancied him.
At that moment, you had casually touched his arm, like he was an old friend. What was that? she mused, oblivious that the therapist in front of her had finished answering her question. Her mind wandered to whether or not you fancied him.
“Larissa?” The voice brought you out of your pondering.
“Apologies! I was simply considering how wonderful it will be for students to be able to confide in someone again, especially after the year they’ve had.” Larissa’s scrambling to save her indiscretion was believable, so believable that her conversation partner smiled wide and thanked her for her consideration and support in their employment.
Placated and wrapping up the meeting, Larissa resumed pilling through her memories to discern if you had ever mentioned the florist before. She was certain you hadn’t. An ache began to creep into her heart when she considered, Is this why you pushed to come to Jericho?
After finishing her conversation with the mayor, Larissa waits in the foyer of the town hall to watch your interaction with the man before heading to the Weathervane. Larissa began to get lost in thought again, Why do I care? I’m not involved. In fact, you owed me nothing. You’re not mine. I mean, no one has a claim over anyone. That notion is an archaic and patriarchal way of thinking—one that doesn’t value consent and agency. Larissa sighed and pushed open the heavy wooden door to leave.
Not knowing Larissa had been watching you, you chatted with James, the florist you had just met. While you didn’t offer the identity of the person, you let him in on your entire plan and hopes for the flowers in the scavenger hunt.
At first you thought he would be more rugged and standoffish, but his eyes lit up at the mention of using his flowers in a surprise. He promised he would have as many lilies available that I needed and that he could help arrange anything else for the reveal.
“A hopeless romantic, huh?” you gleamed at him, not knowing how to explain what his kindness and support meant to you. James blushed a bit and peered at you between strands of hair falling in his eyes. He finally confessed, “I suppose so” accompanied by a massive grin.
It felt nice to be able to plan with someone. You’ve been holding your feelings close to your chest around others; you weren’t sure if Larissa felt similarly or if she would be guarded against public acknowledgement being the head of the academy. Overwhelmed with gratitude, you risked holding out your arms for a hug while muttering a quick “thank you” that was warmly received. 
You meet Larissa in the Weathervane about 15 minutes later after getting James’s number to coordinate for later. You practically skip in and kiss her on the cheek, having been so excited to have set a plan in motion for the scavenger hunt.
“Hello!” Peck. “How was the interview?”
“Productive,” Larissa gives in a slightly standoffish tone. You wonder if she is angry you kept her waiting. She had just finished ordering when you came in from the flower shop, possibly growing frustrated of sitting around waiting.
Worry nestles in your chest when you hear her respond to the barista that her drink is to go. You and Larissa had planned to drink your beverages in a booth to chat and then stroll around town before heading over to the local book shop together. When Larissa ordered the drink to go, it felt like confirmation that you had done something to upset her.
Larissa didn’t have a lot of experience with the feeling that she could only consider jealousy. She would normally be over the moon to have been gifted a cheek kiss by you. Instead, Larissa could feel herself shifting into irritable bitch mode due to not knowing what to make of your flirting with the florist. She felt powerless to stop the mood change. A million thoughts run through Larissa’s mind, but she’s not in the mood for talking—she feels too vulnerable.
“Are you okay, Larissa?” Your voice rings out, marked with concern, when Larissa didn’t turn to you or explain more about her meeting.
“Yes, why?”
Her curt response made you feel hopeless, made you question whether or not you were being too sensitive to the difference in her demeanor. “I thought we were going to stay and drink our hot chocolates here.” You aimed for a hopeful tone, not knowing if you succeeded.
Still not meeting your gaze, Larissa answered exasperatedly, “I have too much work to do after the meeting with the mayor. I can’t waste time with you anymore. I need to get back to Nevermore; would you like a ride?”
You looked as though you were just slapped across the face. Waste time? Where was this coming from? You were a waste of time to her? Thoughts engulfed you, and you felt a knob begin to form in your throat. Has Larissa been biding the time until students return and save her from spending time with you? You couldn’t speak; you knew your voice would betray you. Your eyes were beginning to sting.
All you could muster in response to Larissa’s question was a vigorous head shake and a “mmm-mm” to signal that no ride was needed. You couldn’t sit through the ride back to Nevermore with her and be detached to your emotions bubbling up right now.
You decided to risk a glance at Larissa to study her face. Maybe you were imagining this? Her features were hardened with no legible expression as she waited to receive her hot chocolate.
The seconds that you two stood there in silence seemed to drag on. The certitude of her statement and following question made you feel like you were expected to leave her side or sit back down unaffected. You’ve had moments where you were sheepish or awkward around the woman in front of you, but none of those times could compare to the thick, uncomfortable quality that surrounded you now.
When the worker behind the counter called out that a hot chocolate was ready, Larissa surged forward to seize the drink and turn on her heels in departure. No goodbye, just the fading clicks of her shoes against the floor tiles.
You watched her go, suddenly not craving the drink you were excited to imbibe minutes before. The ease and comfort you felt and championed in her presence shrank away. Confusion and hurt took its place. You shuffle to another booth than the usual one you and Larissa sat at. It felt too fragile to slide into the familiar space, as if it would flake away and crumble the memories you had there.
Taking a few moments to process, you turned to watching people come in and out of the Weathervane. A few families, teens, surprisingly more people in business suits than you’ve ever seen before. You had hoped to feel comforted by sharing space out in the world instead of retreating, but loneliness still gnawed at you—invaded you.
After about 20 minutes of waiting for the sadness to pass, you resigned to going back to campus grounds. You made your way home from the cafe, luckily giving Larissa enough time to drive back and get settled, which ensured you wouldn’t run into her when you arrived. You didn’t know if you could handle that.
Finally shuffling into your living quarters, you collapsed on the bed, not bothering to change or remove your boots. Your hands made their way to your scrunched up, wet face but not before pulling the covers far up around your head as they could go.
Larissa felt regret seep up her chest immediately. Her jaw locked as she waited for her drink, sensing how absurd her behavior was. She bit down on the flesh of her cheek inside her mouth in an attempt to silence her racing thoughts. When her drink was ready, she snatched it and fled. She couldn’t bear to look into your eyes or see the hurt or confusion on your face that she knew would be there.
Once in the vehicle and driving out of the town square, she reviewed her tone, the coldness she used with you. How could she explain that it was a front—a scramble for control? How could she repair the damage without addressing why she lashed out in the first place? Did she just ruin the most consistent source of joy and support she’s ever had in her life?
The questions in her head became too much, and she had to pull off the road to steady her ragged breathing. Her grip on the steering wheel showcased the whitest knuckles she’d ever seen. She felt like she had to escape but no amount of distance was enough.
Memories of your time together over the last few weeks darted behind her eyelids. She had grown so close to you, never considering that she was falling into old patterns. Getting over Morticia almost broke her. If she came unraveled by losing a high school love, what chance did she have of making it out of whatever she had for you? Seeing how close you and the florist were evoked a reaction that she couldn’t have anticipated.
Rather, your utter endearing nature with her after witnessing you with the florist is what solidified her outburst. It felt tragic and unfair to be in such close proximity to what she desired yet completely out of reach. To make it back to Nevermore, she had to dissociate—give herself over to some sort of autopilot. Once she arrived, Larissa rushed inside the large wooden doors to her office and leaned exhaustedly against the door, finally giving herself over to her emotions now that she was in the safety and seclusion of her office.
For the first time in nights, you both occupied your respective rooms, crawling into otherwise empty beds.
The following morning, you feel how tight and raw your eyes are from crying through the night. Leaving the bed doesn’t seem in the cards today. Instead, you curl up trying to keep warm now that you don’t have Larissa’s body heat to wake up to.
Knowing its a bad idea, you roll over and let your mind think of yesterday. Maybe she was just using you to distract herself while she recovered. She’s not exactly spoiled for choice with everyone gone for winter break. You probably haven’t meant as much to her as she has meant to you. …Would coming clean about authoring the mix CDs be ill advised then? Or should you still put the mystery to rest, allowing closure for you both? As your mind went back and forth, you couldn’t help but consider how authentic Larissa seemed when you two spent time together. You wanted to hold onto that.
Time passed so slowly laying there. You were scared to leave your room to shower, to eat, to go to the orchestra room. Of course you didn’t want to see the object of your pain and hurt, but you also couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything—even within the confines of your living space.
Days went by until you finally had to get up to shower and do laundry. Your room was starting to stink and you didn’t want students coming back to campus to suspect anything is remiss. You gathered your things and tiptoed to the faculty showers. Thankfully it was empty for you to slip into the farthest stall away with a half crescent stained glass window.
You stand in the corner of the stall to turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. Once you deemed the water hot enough, you stepped into the stream and closed your eyes, rolling your neck in and out of the water. For a few minutes you stood still, letting the the water run down your back, scorching the skin. Steam rose to caress the stained glass above you.
Meanwhile, what you didn’t know was that Larissa treaded carefully too. She had tried not to seek you out, yet she was wary of and half expected to see you everywhere she went. She took tabs of where you might be, and you weren’t in the faculty lounge, the library, the courtyard, the entrance hall, or even the shared dorm spaces when she was there. Larissa even found herself walking past the orchestra room only to be met with silence.
About a week after the incident at the Weathervane and a couple days after your shower and laundry excursion, you decide to attempt to leave your room again.   With students arriving back on campus and a new semester rapidly approaching, you needed to figure out your syllabus and compositions. You slid on a blazer over a crisp white button up and slowly headed to your once familiar safe haven—the music room.
Once inside the space, you immediately feel terrible for being away from it for so long. There it was waiting patiently to comfort you and build new soundscapes with you. Your hands wander across the various instruments set out about the space. Your fingers touch piano keys, guitar strings, wooden reeds, metal valves, cherishing the notes that emitted from them as you skimmed past each collection.
You attempted to hold back your flurry of emotions and focus on various scores and arrangements for your syllabus, but each note made your heart ache for what catharsis could be spilling from you instead.
It wasn’t long until the music shifted from pointed instruction that corresponded to specific weeks within the semester to raw, unruly emotion. You began to sob while composing soft, slow tunes that built into delicate and resonant peaks. The instruments you commanded had a measured grace about them that filled the room with its rich melody.
As the music pouring from you continued, it burned slowly, not unlike a campfire that blazes one moment and crackles with reverb the next. Rhythm rang out and orchestral layers began to pile up, transporting the song to cinematic heights full of fragility and a holy, spiritual quality that you’ve never heard before from your own music.
Making her daily rounds across the academy grounds, Larissa notices the emotional tune emitting from the music room that has been vacant up until this point. Her heart catches in her throat as the music pulls indecipherable feelings from her core. A air of melancholy and longing overwhelms Larissa. She had hoped to see you, but she wasn’t expecting this. The song radiating from the room to her eardrums had stopped Larissa in her tracks. The showcase of gentle tones that blossomed into shimmering instrumental passages had brought tears to her eyes. 
Larissa had lingered here many times before, stealing away compositions from the hall outside your domain. However, this time she wanted to burst through the doors and apologize. She wanted to usher in a vibrant symphony rather than the lonesome notes currently leaking out of the room. She could overhear this change in you. It was apparent, and Larissa knew she was the cause.
Eventually, students began to return. You had attempted to stay a recluse in your room for as long as you could. That is, until a day swiftly came when you heard excited knocks rapt against the door to your living space.
With a knowing sigh, you heaved yourself from your desk towards the door. You knew the pink cheeks and bouncing hair that would open up before you beyond the door. Enid had come to say hello after returning from break.
“Professor!”
“Hello there, Enid.” You mustered up the sweetest smile you could for the girl, even though you still felt lackluster. “How was your break?”
“Oh, it was so good! Well, it was kind of kooky staying with Wednesday and her family. They’re so different from my family. My brothers are sure to tackle each other to the ground as soon as possible, but Wednesday and Pugsley hardly touch! You can still tell she has a soft spot for him, though. They ha-”
You let Enid ramble on about her winter break and the things she and the Addams’s got up to. To be honest, the lack of effort needed to continue the conversation was nice; you weren’t sure you had it in you for explaining elaborate stories or… any details right now.
“Um, anyway, I wanted to ask you a question, actually.” Her forthcoming demeanor slowed, and you could tell she was nervous.
“Anything for my favorite resident.” Your words were enough to melt the young werewolf’s fears. Her shoulders relax, and she happily pushes her way into your room.
Slightly taken aback at the gesture, you leave the door ajar and take a seat in one of the armchairs across from where she has elected to sit. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, it’s kind of about Wednesday.” You stay quiet, letting Enid know she has the floor and that you won’t rush her.
“We had a really good break. I mean, we got on each others’ nerves a lot. She always scoffs like she is better off alone and is annoyed, but I could tell she liked having me there.”
You nod, willing yourself to have empathetic eyes that signal for her to continue.
She finally blurts out, “We almost kissed, and now Wednesday won’t talk to me.” Enid seems panicked and almost in tears at this revelation.
“Hey, hey.” You rise from your chair to place a comforting hand on the young girl’s shoulder. “Take some deep breaths. You’re okay, and we’re going to talk about it. It’s okay.”
Enid wipes her eyes, and you continue supportively, “I know being vulnerable is hard, especially when you can’t control how other people react or feel. Is that how you are feeling?”
“Yeah. Wednesday is so hard to read and gives me mixed signals. She goes back and forth between being standoffish and blunt but also charming and kind of open to being close. Sometimes it seems like she won’t let herself be happy,” Enid ends with a frown.
“I see how conflicted you feel, and I’m sorry you are going through this. What I will say is that you are more likely to regret not honoring your own feelings than communicating your needs. Nothing good ever happened from shrinking away from what you truly wanted.”
“Wow, that’s so deep.” Enid takes a moment. “So even if things don’t work out the way I hope, I know I did what I could to be true to myself?”
“Exactly. That’s all we can do sometimes. Yes, it could be hard to not have feelings reciprocated, but you’re not happy not knowing either.”
“Okay, I think I know what I’m gonna do. Thank you!” Enid is standing and reaching out to you in a firm embrace now. You reciprocate, hoping the best for the young girl. You knew how close she and Wednesday were, even if Wednesday puts on a front.
A few moments pass, and Enid is over by your desk now, picking up everything in sight and inspecting it. “So, what’s wrong with you and Principal Weems?” Enid’s nosy, chipper demeanor is back.
A puzzled look appears on your face. “What do you mean? Principal Weems and I haven’t seen each other?”
“You two were always together before we all left for break.” She shrugs and raises her eyes, playing with your pens before moving onto your swinging, metal pendulum.
Geez, students could not be fooled. They are far more perceptive than other faculty give them credit for. Your head swam, and you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what you could say, given that Larissa was the principal and would likely not support students gossiping about her personal life. At your long pause, Enid continued.
“Now you two both seem sad. I could tell when you opened the door since almost the whole dorm is back and hasn’t seen you. And Principal Weems is way more irritable than normal. Ajax, Yoko, and I were throwing around a ball in the courtyard and almost hit one of the gargoyles. Principal Weems confiscated the ball and gave us a lecture on the history of the gargoyles at Nevermore. Something about them being 1,300 year old hand-crafted stone?”
“Oh, Enid, I’m not sure…” It was all you could think to say to both Enid’s original and follow up question.
“Like you said, nothing good will happen from shrinking away from what you want. Your words.” Enid states this as if she is wielding a giant philosophical answer. You can’t help but feel pride in her quick use of the same line. Okay, why did you have to give such great advice?
The earnest nature of the young werewolf was admirable and made your weak heart grow. Enid begins to walk out of your room muttering a combination of “just saying” and “thanks again!”
As the door closes, you slump into your chair, deep in thought. Maybe you should put it all out there. What is the worst that could happen? It’s the least you could do for yourself. Otherwise, you’re back to where you started. Your discussion with Enid inadvertently encourages you to step up and continue the scavenger hunt.
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midnight-in-town · 10 months
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Finally caught up with One Piece
Because I have many many thoughts, here are some theories the latest parts of the story made me think of ! Please note that I totally need to reread a few things in order to be certain of what I’m hypothesizing about here.
Also, sorry if people already mentioned these possibilities, I really just caught up (and i need to empty my mind or i won’t be able to sleep). :))
1) The Five Elders realized the truth about Luffy’s devil fruit during Wano, because Shanks tipped them off.
Tbh it bothered me that the WG suddenly realized during the battle against Kaido that Luffy had the Nika fruit, precisely as it awakened. 
However, during the Reverie arc (which takes place at the same time as Wano), Shanks requested a meeting with the Five Elders, to speak about “a certain pirate” though the rest is currently unknown. Additionally, thanks to Jinbe fighting Who’s Who, we found out that Shanks stole that fruit from a government ship, so it’s likely that Shanks knew exactly what kind of devil fruit it was when he stole it.
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As for why Shanks told the WG the truth about Luffy... maybe to stall him from getting to the One Piece? or for some other grand scheme we likely can’t figure out for now. :))
2) Seraphims were made after people who are of different races persecuted by the World Government
On Egghead, we discovered Seraphims & Pacifistas made after Kuma (whom Bonney said at the beginning of the arc was “from a different race”) and Jinbe (who’s a Fishman). Also we learnt that their “green blood” is actually Lunarian blood (gotten from King/Alber, who was experimented on at Punk Hazard and later saved by Kaido). 
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This could mean that the Seraphims are made after Hancock (who was sold into slavery as a child, with her sisters, with the mark of the Celestial Dragons on their back forever showing that “they are less than humans”) and Mihawk (history completely unknown but there’s that line from Zoro “you’re a little more human than him”, when fighting against the Mihawk Seraphim) because these two are also of different races? 
3) King Im/Imu has been alive ever since the Void Century because someone who once ate the Op Op fruit during this era gave him immortality.
Very clearly, the latest chapters revealed that Im/Imu knew Nefertari D. Lili who lived during the Void Century, so they gotta be immortal at this point.
Additionally Doflamingo blackmailed the WG, because he had leverage over them, which is how he became a Warlord and Dressrosa’s king.
We never really had a confirmation as to what it was, but I’m guessing that’s because he found out about Im/Imu and also about that special property of the Op Op fruit, which is why he was seeking it with so much intensity and was so furious when Cora gave it to Law.
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4) Maybe Dragon left Luffy with Garp as a baby, because Luffy’s mom is from a different race as well, so he thought Luffy would be safer with Garp, who was the hero of the navy and already hiding Roger’s son, Ace?
I know this one might seem completely random at this point, but hear me out : 
In Vegapunk’s flashback about Ohara, Dragon was said “to hate war”, was already a “freedom fighter” and was apparently not yet affiliated with either Kuma or Iva and that was before Luffy’s birth. 
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It’s too early to tell since Bonney isn’t done checking Kuma’s memories, but imo Kuma probably agreed to become a pawn of the WG in order to save his kid, Bonney, from living through the same horrors he lived through as a kid. 
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But before that, Kuma started the revolutionaries with Dragon soon after the Ohara genocide, so I could see a similar motivation fueling both men back then (i.e dads wanting to fight for worldwide freedom but also to protect their kid from the WG).
Also considering the newly found Cross Guild putting bounties on navy and government men (a brilliant idea btw), it’s interesting it’s made of 
Buggy who used to be a part of Roger’s crew, a man who was one of the biggest thorns in the WG’s back, 
Mihawk whose past is unknown, but who, according to Croc, is highly distrustful of others & maybe of a different race (see previous point) 
Crocodile : past unknown, but highly distrustful of others as well, wanted Pluton to fight against the WG, and mostly has a connection to Ivankov, who founded the revolutionaries with Dragon & Kuma and who knows Croc’s “secret”, implying Iva probably used their powers on Croc at some point (absolute fan of the Crocomom theory btw)
All I’m saying is that two of the Cross Guild founders might be not be estranged to the whole “previously being persecuted because of their origins by the WG”, especially considering that Crocodile is the one who sought Mihawk for this partnership in the first place (and Buggy is included for the symbolic of the threat Roger used to represent, on top of wanting to compete against Shanks for the One Piece). 
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5) The last road poneglyph is held by “the man with the burn scar” aka Jaguar D. Saul.
When Wano ended, Shanks said to his crew that they were going to go after the One Piece and the next time we met them, with Kid in hot pursuit, they were on Elbaf. In other words, I think it’s fair to say that the man with the burn scar is/was on Elbaf.
Coincidentally on Egghead, we found out that Jaguar D. Saul survived being frozen by Kuzan during the Ohara genocide and worked with Elbaf Giants to salvage what he could of Ohara’s library. So I think it’s likely that at some point he found out where that last road poneglyph was and possibly acquired it. 
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in that case, yay, because an encounter with Robin will prove to be both very emotional and immensely fruitful. :D 
Can’t wait to see where the story is going hehehe!! ^3^
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oliversrarebooks · 6 months
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The Rare Bookseller Part 26: Lily's Favorite Thrall
Masterlist
September 1925
TW: Captivity, mind control, vampiric blood drinking
Miss Lily's room was on the third floor of the auction house, and it was flanked by a pair of thralls with lifeless eyes. She opened the door with a large brass key and let Oliver inside. 
It was sumptuous, the kind of room he imagined a royal or celebrity might stay in, with two enormous four-poster beds, wooden furniture with intricate carvings, thick rugs that his stockinged feet sank into, and softly flickering oil lamps -- a necessity, since there were no windows. 
A woman was sitting in a plush chair in the corner, doing some complex embroidery project, and she immediately stood up to greet them. She was wearing a dusty pink cotton dress with a frilly white apron, and something about her friendly smile and slightly glassy eyes made her look a bit off. There was a prominent scar on the side of her neck.
"Welcome home, Madam!" she said with excessive cheer. "Did the auction go well?"
"Absolutely splendid, Miriam, couldn't ask for better," she said. "Oh, and this is Oliver. Don't fret, he won't be replacing you, love. He was just purchased by Lord Alexander, and I'm going to be watching him for a few days."
"Please to meet you, Oliver," she said with a little curtsy.
"Pleased to meet you as well."
"You're so lucky to be bought by Lord Alexander!" she enthused.
"Yes, I certainly hope so..."
"You won't believe how much Alexander paid for him," said Miss Lily. "Twenty thousand dollars."
"That much!" Miriam gasped.
"And that means a fat wallet for me. I'll be buying the latest phonograph and selling the record shop out of jazz albums."
"Oh, lovely! I can't wait!"
"And I'm going to buy a new mink coat. I should get a matching mink stole for you as well, Miriam. What do you think?"
"That'd be very fetching, madam! I would love that very much," she said joyfully.
"Is there anything you'd like for yourself?"
"Oh, well... I saw the most darling pair of calf leather half-boots in a magazine yesterday, and it listed a mail order address. Could I have those, please, madam?"
"We'll send away for them -- consider it done," said Miss Lily, clearly in high spirits. "And servants will be bringing up dinner for you and Oliver. Roast chicken and all the accompaniments, and chocolate cake besides."
Miriam was looking at Miss Lily as though the sun rose and set on her. "You're so thoughtful, madam, and so good to me."
"Of course, love, anything for my darling. And after dinner... I'll be taking a meal, as well."
Miriam's adoring gaze became a bit more distant and glassy. "Yes, please, madam, you deserve it."
Miss Lily rose from the bed where she'd been taking off her heels. "I'm going to be in the washroom, fixing myself up. Miriam, why don't you help Oliver out of all those fussy clothes -- I've told the servant to bring up a nightgown for him. You two can chit-chat while I take a breather."
"Here, yes, stand here, Oliver, and I'll unlace your corset and help you out of the crinoline."
"Oh, yes, thank you," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed to be helped out of his underwear by a woman he'd just met, but Miss Lily had ordered it, so... 
"So, how long have you been with Miss Lily?" he asked, trying to lessen the awkwardness with conversation.
"Four years now."
"And she treats you well?"
"Oh, absolutely!" There was something strange in her beaming grin. "She treats me very well, and I want for nothing. I love her with all of my heart. When I'm with my madam, I never have to feel sad or lonely or any other unpleasant feelings. Every day is like a beautiful dream."
"I see. That sounds very nice," said Oliver, politely, but quietly disturbed. "Does she... condition you?" he asked, unable to stop himself from the obvious but possibly impolite question.
"Oh yes, all of the time! She's very good at it, and I love madam's spell. Sometimes I spend days just floating in mindless bliss, as a reward. Sometimes she wants to practice different things on me. Not that I'm very good practice, since I always go under immediately for my madam."
Well, he didn't know what else he would expect from Miss Lily's personal thrall. He remembered how good her hypnotic trance had made him feel, how easily he'd succumbed, how he was still in it now. If he were in Miriam's place, would he be any different? Would he eventually have his feelings and his individuality erased, living life as though in a dream?
Just as Miriam finished removing everything but his shorts and chemise, there was a knock on the door, which she ran to answer. It was a servant bearing a wooden tray with a small roast chicken and an entire dinner spread, and Oliver went to help her carry it in. There was also a folded nightgown in his size, one with an open neck and a blue ribbon around the collar and bottom, and he put it on.
The food was delicious -- roast chicken seasoned with herbs, jacket potatoes with salt and butter, garden salad with vinaigrette dressing, warm and fluffy rolls, and a rich chocolate cake for dessert. 
"Have you met Lord Alexander yet? Since he bought you?" Miriam asked as she tore into a chicken leg in an undignified manner he wouldn't have expected.
"I actually knew him... before," said Oliver. "He was a patron of my bookshop."
"Before?" she said curiously.
"Before... this. Before I was a thrall." 
"Oh. That's quite a coincidence," she said. "I don't remember anything from before I was a thrall."
"Nothing?" he said. Miriam seemed to have enough of her faculties about her that he was surprised to learn she'd been memory wiped. "Did your madam erase them?"
"She must have, to help me be less sad," said Miriam. "That seems right, but I don't remember that, either."
"...I see," said Oliver. He wondered if that was standard operating procedure, or simply something Miss Lily favored. Would Lord Alexander wipe his memories of ordinary human life, of his precious bookshop? He hoped not, even if they did make him sad.
Oliver swallowed hard, thinking of how enthralled he'd felt in Lord Alexander's mere presence, now that he was free to use his vampiric abilities. How easily he fell into the role of a servant. How he'd yearned to offer up his own blood. 
"Are you okay?" Miriam asked. "You seem to have a lot of thoughts in your head. My madam could help you with that, if you like. She's very good at it."
"Yes, I'm aware," said Oliver, fiddling with his glasses. "Say, Miriam, you're really the first thrall I've actually gotten to talk to. What's your routine like? What do you think it will be like for me?"
"Well... my madam lets me do whatever I please, as long as I don't disobey her rules or her orders. I spend most of my days sleeping, sewing, and doing whatever arts and crafts catch my fancy. Madam is very generous with supplies for my pastimes, as well as all my favorite foods and beautiful clothing," said Miriam, her eyes looking more focused as she pondered the questions. "And once a week, I get to provide Madam with my precious blood. I look forward to it all week. I'm so happy I found such a good purpose. Madam is such a beautiful and powerful vampire, don't you think?"
"Yes, I suppose so." Oliver was mulling over "once a week." He wondered if that was typical or simply Miss Lily's preference.
"Lord Alexander's not as fun as Madam. He's always a little sad and he talks a lot about complicated and boring things," she continued. "But his house is very nice. Madam is friends with him, but every time we leave she says that Lord Alexander needs to get over himself and remove the stick from his ass."
"I... see," said Oliver, unsure of what to take from this. He dug into his slice of chocolate cake, rich and covered with coconut flakes. He hoped he'd at least continue to be fed well. Focusing on the delicious food was a good way to temporarily keep his head from spinning with the knowledge that he'd been purchased and was now the property of one of his bookshop patrons. 
"Are you two having a nice chat?" said Miss Lily, emerging from the bathroom in a fuzzy white robe, hair wrapped in a towel. 
"Yes, Madam! Thank you very much for ordering dinner for us!"
"Yes, thank you, sir," Oliver added.
"If you've had your fill then, Miriam," said Miss Lily, sitting on the edge of the bed, "then I would like to have mine."
Oliver felt the atmosphere in the room shift, his mind starting to fog with Miss Lily's vampiric aura. The effect on Miriam was pronounced -- her glassy eyes were big as saucers, the expression on her face somewhere between rapturous joy and confused daze. She stood up slowly, staring at Miss Lily as though she were the only thing that had ever mattered, and padded across the room like a sleepwalker, sitting next to her Madam, as docile as a lamb.
"There you are, dear heart," said Miss Lily, smiling and stroking her face, Miriam leaning into her touch. She turned momentarily to Oliver. "This will be instructive to you, to see what a feeding is like with a well-trained thrall."
Oliver's own eyes were fixated on the two of them, unable to look away if he tried. "Yes, sir."
"Now, Miriam," said Miss Lily, tilting her chin to look into her thrall's eyes. "When I drink from you, you will feel blissful and loved, as always. Because you are."
"Yes, Madam," said Miriam in a dreamy voice. "I love you so. Please, please drink from me."
Miss Lily ran a finger down Miriam's neck, touching her scar, causing Miriam to shudder in delight. Oliver could only watch as Miss Lily's fangs grew closer, Miriam perfectly still and utterly pliant, until finally her sharp fangs pierced Miriam's tender neck. Miriam made a soft noise, a euphoric look on her face as her madam began to drink, hungrily nursing at the punctures. 
As Miss Lily continued to quietly feed, Miriam's eyelids began to blink slowly, her head tilting forward to rest on her madam's shoulder. Shortly after, the vampire finished her meal by licking at the wounds, sealing them, not letting a drop of blood spill. Miriam's eyes were glazed over and she had a sleepy, contented smile on her face as Miss Lily cradled her in her arms.
"You did so well, dear. Thank you for the meal, as always," said Miss Lily. "Sweet dreams, and do not wake until evening." She laid Miriam in one of the beds, resting her head on the pillow and draping the covers over her, as Miriam sighed in contentment, closing her eyes and curling up to sleep.
Oliver didn't know when his own hand had gone up to grasp his neck. If that was what it would be like... he pictured himself being fed on in Miriam's place, and a confusing mix of dread and desire filled his heart. 
"Well, Oliver?" Miss Lily was unexpectedly in front of him. "Did you learn about feeding?"
"I think so, sir," he said, averting his eyes. He'd learned something all right, he just wasn't sure what it was.
"Good. Then it's time for you to sleep as well." She effortlessly scooped him up and laid him on the bed next to Miriam. "You're getting terribly sleepy, aren't you? Yes, that's a dear."
Oliver had a momentary sense of alarm at being placed next to Miriam in bed -- so improper -- but she was out cold and it was quite obvious that nothing untoward was about to happen. His eyelids grew heavy as Miss Lily pulled the silk sheets and thick blanket over him. He'd never been in so fine a bed before.
"Sleep now, Oliver," she said, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Go to sleep and have sweet dreams, free of worry, free of care. Sleep so peacefully until evening."
As his eyes shut tight, he was actually grateful that Miss Lily was putting him to sleep, as it'd spare him the anxious tossing and turning that would no doubt plague him after a day where he'd been sold to a vampire.
And then he drifted away.
Part 25 >> Masterlist >> Part 27
Miriam was a kind and hardworking nurse. She had the misfortune of catching Lily's attention when she was walking home after a night shift.
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lunaetiicsaystuff · 5 months
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DAYLIGHT
part 1 , part 2
lando norris x fem!oc
( yes, its gonna be a series and yes, i guess this is my comeback on tumblr)
summary: Adaezela Samu and Lando Norris have called each other their best friends for as long as they can both remember, until one of them decides to deal with the raising tension between them.
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crazy girl broke in and stole food from f1 driver Lando Norris, please send help
adaezelasamu at least shes not martha level of crazy, you should be grateful
⤷landonorris im very much happy with this crazy girl
alex_albon weird, it also happened to me but the crazy girl was different 🤔
⤷landonorris then it must be a common thing, better lock the doors guys
⤷lilymhe ahahaha you are so funny
⤷adaezelasamu come here wifey, I'll defend us both 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻
⤷lilymhe my hero 💗💖💘💓💕💖💓
lilymhe wow send her my address i want her to break in my house too
⤷adaezelasamu OMW
⤷landonorris lily stop stealing MY best friend 😐😐
user1 its the way alex was talking about lily, his gf, and lando just went "it happens to all of us ig 🙂" as if adaezela was his gf lmaoo
user2 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD HOW
user3 she has such pretty smile omg 🥹
carlossainz55 what did you cook ada
⤷adaezelasamu some appetizers and then a pasta cacio and pepe, of course everything was great as usual
⤷carlossainz55 you will have to prepare us something one day
⤷landonorris nope she only cooks for me and herself actually 😁😁
⤷adaezelasamu not true, stop lying 😁😁😁
⤷landonorris you just broke my heart 😁😁😁😁
⤷adaezelasamu i dont care 😁😁😁😁😁
⤷carlossainz55 you two are so dumb i swear
georgerussell63 carmen says hi!
⤷adaezelasamu tell her i say that I miss her!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞
⤷landonorris why are you all so affectionate with my ady 😕😕
⤷georgerussell63 jealous much?
⤷landonorris yes she was my best friend first
⤷adaezelasamu lando, there is plenty of me to share between carmen, lily and you
⤷landonorris no comment
user4 shes very pretty, how long have then been together?
⤷user5 never, they are TECHNICALLY childhood best friends but everyone can see they basically in love with each others
⤷user4 oh
user6 the way lando is jealous of how much attention the others are giving to her lmfao 😭😭
⤷user7 its the way he's always saying MY best friend, MY ady , man is whipped
user8 lando could you please win the next grand prix? thank you 🧡🧡🧡🧡
user9 i missed seeing adaezela
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somebody tell this man to let me go home PLEASE
landonorris NOOOO
landonorris LET ME BOTHER YOU FOREVERRRR
user1 oh to be adaezela, complaining about lando norris wanting to be with you 24/7
⤷user2 FR like pass him to me if you dont want him 😭😭
user3 mama y papa
landonorris she doesn't want to leave anymore 🤪🤪
⤷adaezelasamu you literally gaslighted me because you were sCaReD or wtv
⤷landonorris YOU DONT KNOW WHAT SHE COULD DO
⤷adaezelasamu POLICE OFFICERS ARE LITERALLY OUTSIDE OF MY HOUSE TO PREVENT HER FROM DOING WEIRD SHIT??
⤷landonorris yeah but what if 😕
⤷adaezelasamu there you go, making me feel bad again
⤷landonorris 😕😕😕😕😕😕😕
⤷adaezelasamu FINE ill sleep here
⤷user4 honestly what the fuck is fuck is happening?? like police officers outside of Adaezela'a house? lando being scared for her??
lilymhe babe call me plsss🙂
⤷adaezelasamu yes ma'am 🫡
user5 what kind of life are these two living like wtf 😭😭
carlossainz55 what is happening
⤷landonorris ill call you carlos dw
⤷user6 so not even lily or carlos knows what's going on??
charles_leclerc how is he even sleeping there
⤷landonorris talent
⤷adaezelasamu hes just weird charles dont ask questions
⤷user7 PLSSSS ADAEZELA 😭😭
user8 couple goals honestly
⤷user9 exactly, i want what these bitches have 😭
user10 what is happening??? I hope both of them are ok cause wtf
⤷adaezelasamu guys dont worry, both me and lando are fine! we just had an encounter with a crazy fan
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inlovewithregencyera · 2 months
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Henford, July 4th 1818
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The Coach carrying the party of 3 to Henford from Granningham arrived in Henford within 20 minutes. The Duchess had been right, it would rain.
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Sarah purposefully asked if she could have a seat to herself, as she 'didn't like being confined in a tight space.' In reality, she had just wanted Aurelia to sit beside Frederick so she would be at ease somewhat.
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Frederick and Aurelia of course did not say anything to one another for the majority of the ride. Frederick was intimidated by Aurelia's beauty so up close. He found it hard to look her in the eyes without blushing so he chose to look out of the window. But God was she beautiful. Frederick's countenance bore the timeless elegance of a classical sculpture, chiseled by the hands of God himself. As he gazed out of the window, the play of shadows accentuated the noble lines of his profile, which Aurelia couldn't help admiring. She stole glances at him, completely marveled at the artistry of his face--a visage that seemed to carry the weight of history, a portrait framed by the fleeting landscapes of their shared journey.
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Some things remained the same. This had been the first coach ride they had shared since 1816. To assure her that he was of course not cross at her for not engaging in conversation he nudged her hip with his elbow softly and poised his arm in the hopes of her hand in extension. He quickly got his wish. It seemed that all his worries fell off his shoulders and nothing mattered anymore now that he got to feel the touch of the Lady he had once loved so affectionately in 1816. He still did love her, she had her suspicions of this, but no confirmation. Why else would he return?
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Sarah had trouble hiding her grin from this gesture, but she quickly fixed her face and averted her gaze to the passing willows.
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Frederick: Your-your other siblings. Are they in good health?
Aurelia: Most excellent health. Thank you.
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It was at this moment he realized he regretted asking her that. He was too close to her and became quickly lost in her eyes, not even hearing her response to the question. All he wanted to do was kiss her, but he knew he couldn't, not just yet.
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Frederick: Lily, I-
Aurelia: Freddie, please- we can't-don't look at me like that.
Frederick: So your affections have changed since-
Aurelia realized she had let herself get lost in this moment between them, completely forgetting about what happened in 1816. For a moment she let herself be that once 18-year-old girl Frederick had loved for a moment, but she wasn't the same anymore. Or so she thought. She didn't deserve him and his kind affections, she had always told herself he was too good for her. She quickly snapped back into reality.
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Aurelia was naturally shy, and Frederick made her nervous. He knew he made her nervous, but he didn't try to. When she sat up and let go of his arm, he was a little hurt but to hear her call him Freddie like she once had was enough. He knew she still cared for him by using that name, that was all he needed. What happened that last night they spent together in 1816? Did she mean what she said? Perhaps he would ask her later.
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Sarah: M'lady, m'lord, we've arrived!
And so they had arrived at Elmsworth House. The estate of the wealthy and genteel Mr. Peregrine Ramsbury and his wife Lady Helena, Aurelia’s paternal aunt.
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Helena: Oh my sweet girl! How I've missed you so, I haven't seen you since May!
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Aurelia: Oh Aunt Helena! How I've missed you too.
Helena: My God, I don't believe my eyes. Frederick Worthington is that you?
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Frederick: Yes, Lady Helena, it is me. I've recently just returned from Orleans.
Helena: Ah, yes capital! Oh, and you're all soaked! I shall have my servants run the three of you hot baths!
Frederick: I can't stay for long Lady Helena, I plan to see my mama.
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Helena: Oh not in this weather you won't! I won't allow it, you'll have to call on your mother in the morning, I shall write to her that I've forced you to stay with us. She'll understand.
Aurelia: Well surely he doesn't want to keep his mama waiting-
Helena: Good lord, girl! What has gotten into you?! It's a miracle you're not having bits of congestion from that perilous storm! You both will stay with us until this storm passes over. Ashley and Patience have just arrived last night so they can be of good company. Martha is here as well!
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Frederick: I thank you, Lady Helena, you're very kind. But I do fear I've extended my welcome if everyone is not happy with me-
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Helena: Aurelia is just talking nonsense! She needs a nice bath to calm her poor nerves. The same nerves which haven't been right since 1816! Oh and her poor maid is shivering! *shouts* AGATHA, TELL BETSY AND THOMAS TO HELP YOU RUN THREE BATHS!
*2 hours later*
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Sarah: Oh m'lady you smell lovelier than before! I'm sure Lord Worthington will notice too-
Aurelia: Oh Sarah you tease me. We've all just gotten baths, I'm sure he won't notice. But you too smell lovely!
Sarah: M'lady I believe he notices everything of your being! The way he looks at you- and forgive me if I'm speaking out of terms, but his eyes are still yearning for you. I was in that carriage with the both of you too.
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Aurelia: Yes, yes you were. I'd like it if you kept everything that happened on that ride between us.
Sarah: Oh of course m'lady! I shan't tell a soul. Alright, you're good to go downstairs, I'm going to take your traveling dress to my bedroom window and let it dry for tomorrow.
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Frederick: Lily?...
Aurelia: ....
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Frederick: Will you please look at me?
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Aurelia: Nothing happened in that carriage, therefore there is no need for us to talk. Please refrain from calling me Lily-
Frederick: Well Lady Aurelia, I'll have you know I don't want to talk about the carriage. I want to talk about August 2nd.
Aurelia: Well I don't.
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Frederick: Dearest, why are you like this. Please tell me what I've done to you in the span of two hours?
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Aurelia: *loudly whispering* IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE IN TWO HOURS! IT'S ABOUT WHAT YOU DID AFTER AUGUST 2ND!
Frederick: What I did after August 2nd? Last I recall it was your actions on August 2nd that prompted me to leave. YOU rejected my proposal. So forgive me if the pain was so unbearable that I had to retreat to a different country as I couldn't bear seeing your face again or worse, seeing you fall for another man. But know, even if you hurt me I still loved you. In fact I still lo-
Aurelia: Don't say it. Not today. Not now. You went away to forget me, how can you still say that? And for your information, I regretted the word no immediately after it left my throat. Seeing your face that night caused me a great deal of pain and I still think of how you looked constantly.
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Frederick: So you felt sorry because I cried? Your words were firm, do not pity me if I shed tears.
Aurelia: I did not pity you for the shedding of your tears. I pitied myself because I did want to marry you. But you deserve a good woman-
Frederick: YOU are a good woman and the ONLY woman I can see myself called upon to marry. Believe me, there is no one else who I'd rather bear my children or grow old with other than you. And you must know I went away not to forget you but in an attempt to get over my love for you. Not a day went by where I didn't think of you. I realized how stupid I was and that I would not forget you or get over you. What we had was special so yes, I lo-
Aurelia: I beg you not to say that.
Frederick: Why not?
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Aurelia: Your words are dangerous and have a great effect on my mind. I too thought I had gotten over you but-
Frederick: So you still love me?
Aurelia: ...
Frederick: You can say it.
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Aurelia: No....I can't. You'll go and leave again and I'm left all melancholic once more.
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Frederick: *laughing* My dearest girl, I assure you I'm not going anywhere without you by my side.
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robynlilyblack · 2 years
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Welcome to the family
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Draco Malfoy x fem! potter! reader
Harry Potter x fem! twin! Reader
[Requested – see request here]
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Summary: Y/n and Draco have been dating in secret for a while but how will her family react when they find out?
Warnings: swearing, kissing, allusions to sex, mentions of food, sex, drinking and eating, lil more angsty in some places than I meant for, argument, shouting, drunk Lily and Remus at the end
A/n: 5.8k words, couldn’t help but add some Draco fluff in there, no voldy au, Wolfstar has an adopted daughter whose older than the reader but her name isn’t mentioned, oh and I wrote more than I intended because as per usual I got carried away, there may be a few mistakes in this one and I am so sorry, I am happy with how this turned out as I was a little nervous with the story line I went for x enjoy!
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You fiddled with your jumper, pulling it down gently to make sure Draco’s shirt wasn’t visable in any way. Once you were happy you picked up your bag checking you had everything, your wand, your dads cloak and in particular the marauders map which you stole from Harry’s dorm earlier
As you were about to zip up your bag when the door to your dorm opened abruptly, hitting the wall as it did, revealing your brother being backed into the room by Ginny whist making out “Evening” you say amused, scaring them half to death 
They jump apart, relaxing as they see you although Harry looks a little embarrassed “Hi y/n” Ginny smiles “I thought you’d be away by now sorry” she lets out a giggle 
“Hey Gin, no worries I’m just leaving now” you say with a smile beginning to walk by them “I’m not ready to be an aunt yet so be safe” you nudge Harry who lets out some kind of noise looking mortified “Have fun” you sing as you close the door behind you, oh merlin did you love to tease your twin
Making your way down the stairs you wave at Neville as he sits in the corner with Seamus and Dean before heading to the door, but as you are about to exit you hear your brothers voice “Y/n!”
You spin around spotting him jogging up to you “Hey…wow you work fast” you jest wiggling your eyebrows
“Ha ha very funny” he deadpans but you can see the blush creeping on his face “I was wondering if you’ve seen the map or Ron and Hermione” he inquires
Fuck, you think, of course now he notices, it’s only been going missing for near 5 years “Nope” you lie before tilting your head “What does Ron and Mione got to do with it?” you question
“Me and Gin think they’ve started hooking up” he explains
“Finally” you say with a chuckle, relaxing a little knowing he’s not quite figured it out yet
He nods “I know long time coming believe me. Anyway, if you do see them let me know because I think they’re the ones nicking the map every week…I’m not mad just curious” he says genuinely “and...I may also have a bet on it with Gin” you giggle at that
“Sure thing and same, I’ve got one on it with Georgie…” and Dray “Nice chatnbut I’ve really gotta get going” you give him a smile before starting backing out of the common room
“Where you off to by the way?” your brother inquires
Merlin can’t a gal sneak off to see her boyfriend in peace anymore? “Just have some astronomy work I need to do because I fucked it last time…oh I borrowed the cloak so I can sneak easier on the way back” you quickly clarify “Hope that’s alright”
He seems to buy it “Yeah course sis” he gives you a small side hug “You want me to pack up some stuff for you if you’re going to be late?” he offers knowing you all have to get up early for the train back home tomorrow
You’re eyes light up but you also feel a twinge of guilt in your stomach “Yeah that would be great thanks” you reach out giving his arm a little squeeze before heading off
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Sneaking into the Slytherin common room was almost second nature to you now, with Draco slipping you the password and your dads cloak it was a piece of cake. You pushed the door gently open to Draco’s dorm, you hated his father but the private room he got for his son undeniably helped with keeping your relationship a secret.
You and he had been dating since 5th year but had been friends long before that, unlike your brother your introduction to Draco was a lot nicer, even if it only happened to be around 5 minutes apart. You had walked right into him on the train, then asked if you had seen a boy matching your brothers’ description to which told you to away from him because he was a wanker and you replied teasingly ‘That’s kinda hard but I know what you mean, we did share a womb’  
After that you didn’t really speak until you were paired together the following year, finding that you both rather enjoyed the others company and hence began sneaking around. As the years went by you slowly develop crushes on one another, the yule ball being the point you both realised it, seeing him with Pansy and you with George killed the two of you, of course neither worked out, both of you realising your dates were actually your best friends not potential lovers. After that night your hugs were just that little bit longer, touches lingering, talks deeper and the tension between the two of you only kept growing, so much it took less than a week into your 5th year before he finally kissed you
You dropped your bag lightly, smiling as you saw Draco’s sleeping figure. Pulling your jumper over your head you draped it over the chair by his desk, quickly slipping off your shoes along with your jeans before you climbed into bed next to him. You smiled as you cuddled into him, hand slithering around his torso and your head nuzzling into the side of his chest
He hummed in his sleep, stirring as you gently left a couple of kisses on his jaw “Evening love” you feel his voice vibrate from his chest, arms coming to wrap around you as he pressed his lips against the top of your head
“Hi Dray” you smile into his chest “You don’t mind the surprise visit, do you?” you check, tugging on your bottom lip 
His lips turn up “Never when it comes to you my love” he finally opens his eyes looking down at you with the softest smile he reserved for those he loved most
You lean up kissing his lips tenderly “I’m going to miss you” you pout burying your head into the crook of his neck
“Me too” he replies with a sad smile “It’s only two weeks this time” he strokes your hair, heart aching at the thought of not being able to hold, let alone speak to you for so long
You nod gently into him before placing a kiss “Can I stay here the night?” you mumble into his skin
He nods “Of course baby” he squeezes you gently “Want me to dig out the alarm clock?” you pull back nodding but your face is sad “Love” he cups your face
“What are we going to do when we graduate?” you ask quietly, maybe it was the impending distance that brought this on but it was something you needed to think about
He shakes his head “I don’t know” his thumb strokes your cheek before tracing over your lips lightly “But we’ll figure that out together” he assures you before thinking for a second “I’ll have full access to my Gringotts account on my birthday so even if I’m disowned…” he says the last word quieter “…we’d still have money”
You mouth parts in a happy shock before you smirk a little “You realise I too am rich…not Malfoy rich but enough that I could take care of you” you assure him, bopping his nose
He chuckles “How about I buy us a place to live and you decorate it, you’ve always had the better sense of style” he kisses your forehead
You nod “Fine but it needs to be a cute cottage and pets count as décor, right?” you tilt your head a playful look painting your face
“Anything you want” he says truly, smiling at you in complete admiration “But right now we sleep” he places a lingering kiss to your lips
As he breaks away you pull him in again “I’m not very sleepy” you mumble into his lips
“I see how it is” he replies lifting your hips on top of him “Just here for one last shag eh?” he shakes his head pouting teasingly
“I can leave if you-” he doesn’t even let you finish before he’s sitting up and pulling you in for another kiss
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The next morning was a blur, hurrying back from Draco’s dorm at 5am to try and grab some extra sleep and pack before you had to rush to the station. You used to sit with Harry, Ron and Hermione but after making friends with Neville and Luna you now sat with them, you loved it but as a twin you missed your brother dearly even on a short journey like this.
After saying your farewells to Luna and Neville, you find Harry, seeing him wave at Ron, Hermione and Ginny as they headed off “See you soon” you shout towards them as you approach your brother, earning a ‘byes’ and ‘miss yous’ from them before you turned to give him a hug “Hey” you smile into the embrace but something felt off “You aright?” you pull back looking at him with concern
“Yeah” he confirms but his smile is strange
As you were about to question it you felt someone bump into you “Watch it” they snap and your heart skips as you recognise the voice 
“Me watch it? I think you need to get your eyes checked Malfoy” you clap back with a challenging smirk 
“Of course out of everyone its the Potters that are blind as bats” he teases with his own smirk, eyes trailing up and down you in particular, you look cute in that lovely, he places the thought into your head, it was times like this you actually loved Snape for teaching him how to do that
“Fuck off Malfoy” Harry says harshly, grabbing your arm and your bags before pulling you away quickly
Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Draco looks at you surprised, sure he and Harry were enemies but your brother was never one to get angry for nothing. 
You just shrug discreetly mouthing ‘love you’ seeing him return it before Harry dragged you out of his sight “Harry!” you hit his hand as you get out of the station “What’s wrong?” you weren’t mad at him just worried about him, did something happen on the train you didn’t know about?
He looks around “What’s wrong?” he repeats back to you before pulling out the map “What’s wrong is you lied to me” he looks at you betrayed, hand clutching the paper in what you can’t tell is either anger or disappointment, perhaps a mix of the two?
Your mouth parts, oh Godric he knows, you panic, breathing picking up “Harry…” you start but the confrontation is cut off by your parents
“Harry! Y/n!” your father calls out
You turn your head at them still processing while Harry quickly stuffs the map back into his bag “This isn’t over” he whispers to you quickly before turning to your parents “Hi!”
“Hey” you say with a fake smile, you were happy to see your parents but the thought that Harry knew made you feel sick
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Harry didn’t know you had been stealing the map at first, he just assumed you had been borrowing it to pull pranks or for sneaking off to the kitchens after curfew. However, since you’d returned for 5th year he noticed it going missing more often and now he was dating Ginny this year he finally observed how you also didn’t return to your dorm some nights, the map always coincidentally gone every time. He thought maybe it was like him with Ginny, trying to keep a new relationship quiet until you figured it out but even then, he had told about his feeling for Ginny because he needed advice pursuing them, so it hurt that you didn’t do the same
He did try to figure out who the person was, he ruled out someone in Gryffindor pretty quickly, for a while he thought maybe it was Luna and you were nervous because it was a girl, but then he came across her hanging out with Ginny on one of the nights you were gone and that theory was thrown out the window. Eventually he decided to nick the map back, swiping it from your bag last night before you left, watching as you headed down to the dungeons. He then began to understand why you were so secretive and didn’t tell him, you were dating a Slytherin, but the bit that made his blood boil was the ones whose dorm you entered
The thought of the boy who was his literal nemesis and his sister together made sick to his stomach, he felt so betrayed and wanted in that moment to march down there, confront you both but more importantly beat the blonde to a pulp. He eventually calms himself, okay he realised you had the cloak and there was no logical way he could get in there but still baby steps. As Ginny fell asleep in his arms he lay staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep at the thought you, his sister, his twin spending the night with him, his enemy, his bully.
He always knew you were softer with Slytherins, a trait you got from Lily as you often gave the twins a piece of your mind when the targeted those just because they were Slytherin, and you defended some of them. But Draco? The boy that called Hermione a mudblood the first time they met, insulted Ron for his family’s situation, bullied him and many others countless times, that Draco, how could you?
He pretended to be asleep when you returned to your dorm, sneaking a glace he saw you looked tired, a little sad and had some purple marks on your neck. In that moment he didn’t know what this was, was it two enemies relieving the tension? Had Draco seduced you to get back at him? He was going to have a civil conversation but when he saw the way Draco’s eyes were on you at the station, the smirk on his face that now had new meaning and he just snapped
The following morning you and Harry hadn’t spoken, luckily your parents nor godparents had noticed probably just assuming you were tired from the train “So I was talking with Molly and thought that we could head the burrow for a breakfast on Christmas day? Maybe we could bring the presents with us?” Your mum suggests with a smile
Both you and Harry perk up at the idea “Can I invite Hermione?” Harry asks as she chops down on a bit of pancake
“She’s already coming, I believe Ron bet you to it” your father wiggles his eyebrows knowingly
“Will you be coming Uncle pads, Uncle moony?” you ask with a small smile whilst trying your best to avoid Harrys eyes
Sirius nods “Yup considering our little pup will be there” he grins at you
“Where is she anyway? I thought the shop was closed for the holidays?” James inquires
Your uncle hums “It is but there is some work that needs to be done” he replies shrugging while Remus and Lily let out small chuckles
“Mum? Uncle?” Harry eyes them as do you although you have a feeling you know what it’s about
Lily and Remus share a look before the latter turns to his husband “You’ve really not caught on yet, have you?” he says amused while you smile knowing for sure what’s going on
Sirius’ face drops “Caught on to what?” he asks baffled
“Oh!” you let out a small giggle as the penny drops for your dad “Which one?” he makes an F with his hands before attempting to do the same a G but gets confused with how to do it
Your godfathers’ eyes widen as his mouth forms an ‘o’ watching your dad still trying to make the letter “Oh no she’s too young for that” he shakes his head wiggling his pointer finger
“She’s almost 20” Your mum interjects “Besides Fred is a nice boy” she says
Remus nods in agreement “I mean he did take her to the yule ball love…all the signs were there” he places his hand over his husbands giving it a little squeeze
“I thought that was just as friends like y/n with the other one” Sirius sits back in his chair like he’s just heard she’s gotten married or something “Still…she too young and Fred is too similar to me” he huffs before eyeing you “You better not get any ideas” he points at you
Harry scoffs “Too late” he says but then his mouth drops, a flash of regret across his face before he looks at you apologetically, sure he was mad but that was nothing compared to if your parents and godparents found out
“Y/n, what is he talking about?” your father looks at you, the look he’d never given you before, usually his stare down was fake because as soon as your mother left he’d be wanting every detail of the prank or mischief you just pulled but right now it was real and it scared you
“Umm…” you flounder trying to speak eyes becoming glassy, your brother while interested in knowing all the details, okay definitely not all the details, felt awful seeing the sister, the sister that was never phased by anything looking so fearful
“Sweetie?” your mother gently prods
Your mouth must have opened countless times before something came out “I was going to tell you after graduation” you saw lowly, Harrys eyebrows knit together, tell you?
“Who?” your dad question, tone almost judgemental
“Jamie” your mum scolds but you can tell she’s eager to know
You stab at the food on your plate “Bit of a double standard guys” you say trying to avoid the subject of who you were dating “Harrys dating Ginny and you pat his back, but when the girls start dating someone we get the third degree”
“Don’t do that” Sirius eyes you “I know that tactic, I taught you that tactic” you knew he was right and now you were screwed
You stay quiet for a second debating your options but none seem great, only idea you could think of was throwing your pancake at him and apparating the fuck out of there “He’s in my year” you admit reluctantly
“House?” your dad inquires
You freeze, eyes flicking to Harry who looks somewhere between worried and disappointed before looking at your mother, giving her pleading eyes as she is the only one at the table that could maybe understand. She seems to catch on, closing her eyes for a second before a reassuring smile emerges on her face, your uncle Remus also catches on while Sirius and James take a few seconds but when they do you grimace at your fathers’ tone
“Oh hell no” your father shakes his head “There is no way you’re allowed to date a Slytherin…I mean I don’t want you dating anyone till your 30 but a snake oh no” he says a little melodramatically
“Are you mad?” your uncle adds earning a nudge followed by an annoyed whisper you couldn’t make out from Remus
“Leave her alone she can make her own decisions” your mother defends you but a part of you knew even that would be short lived once his name was revealed “How long have you been together sweetie?”
“Since the start of 5th year but we had been friends since around out 2nd” you elaborate, seeing your brothers jaw drop in your peripherals
“Since 5th year?” Harry says in shock, his brain trying to process it “Do…do you love him?” he asks warily
You nod “Very much” your eyes start to tear up
“What Slytherin?” your father finally asks the dreaded question and when you don’t answer he and your uncle begin guessing
“Nott?” nothing
“Zabini?” nah da
“Better not be Crabbe or Goyle” that earns a look of disgust “Thank god” your uncle sighs in relief
“Malfoy” Your father says jokingly, your uncle laughing with him but it quickly stops as they see your face “MALFOY!” he says furious
“Dad…” you squeak out
“No” Sirius shakes his head “You can’t be dating my cousin’s purist spawn” he refuses to believe it
You look at your other uncle who looks a little disappointed, your eyes then go to your mum who looks more conflicted than anything else “How could you love someone like him? I thought I raised better” that hurt, your father so enraged he couldn’t register the heartbreak on your face
“You aren’t to see him again” Sirius says your father nodding next to him
“Uncle Remus?” you look at him but he has a look that tells you he does agree with your other uncle and father “Mum” you turn to her, voice cracking
“Sweetie…I don’t...umm” she looks like she’s trying to process but the lack of understanding makes you stand up
“Where are you going? You aren’t leaving until we get to the bottom of this” your father points to the table “Don’t you-” he starts but you apparate away
Your family stares in shock for a few minutes before Lily speaks up “You knew, didn’t you?” she asks looking at Harry who nods slowly
“You told us Malfoy was a prick?” Sirius exclaims “Harry how could you let that ferret wiggling his way-”
“Love” Remus places his hand on Sirius’ back rubbing circles in attempt to calm him “How long have you known?” he then turn to the boy inquiring in a gentler tone
Harry sighs “I knew she was sneaking around with someone but I didn’t know who because she was taking the map with her every time. So last night I stole it and that’s when I saw her meeting Draco…I hadn’t had time with the train and things to talk to her about it” he confesses
“Saw her where on the map?” his father asks in a tone that makes Harry think he’s going to murder someone
“The astronomy tower” he lies
“Where Harry?” his father sees right through them
He closes his eyes “His dorm room” Harry days quietly and that was it for his father and uncle both standing
“Where are you going?” Lily stands up as well
“To get some answers” James replies before walking over, looping his arm with Sirius
Sirius pulls out his wand “And to kick arse” he states before apparating himseld and James
Lily and Remus barely have any time to react to them as Harry stands up “Hon-” she starts but he cuts her off
“Sorry mum but I need to go find y/n” Harry apologises before apparating himself
“Firewhisky?” Remus turns to Lily who looks like in all her years of dealing with four marauders, 3 children of marauders and the entire Weasley clan this is what was going to kill her, not because she was angry at you but from the stress of the situation
“Yes please” she nods quickly
“I’ll get the emergency chocolate too”
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Draco sighed as he lay on one of the couches in the library, staring up at the ceiling, it hadn’t even been a day and he already missed you. His thoughts were interrupted by a bang, jolting up as he hears it again almost like someone is trying to break the front door down. Distantly, he hears how he assume can only be Dobby opening the door followed by muffled shouts
Standing up he walked over to the door, heart stopping as he recognised the voice “COUSIN!” Sirius screeched
“What is the meaning of this?” Lucius exclaimed as he greeted their uninvited guests
“Sirius?” Narcissa says completely bewildered as she sees them “Potter?”
Both of them had no idea how to react, even Lucius was concerned by the fury in their eyes but hid it well “Why are you here?” he asks clearly annoyed
“Your son seduced my daughter” James accuses
Draco felt like he was going to throw up, oh Salazar did he have nightmares about this day, it was a good run, he thought placing a mental bet of which of the people in the next room was going to kill him first
“That’s ridiculous” his mother laughs at the notion “The only think we know of your daughter from Draco is how annoying your son is”
“Besides our son already learned his lesson with dating Half-breeds from the Parkinson’s daughter” Lucius states,
Draco jaw clenches at the slur “Don’t you dare call her that!” Sirius speaks up “Where is he?”
Draco didn’t know if he should run, hide or just accept his fate but luckily his mother came to his rescue “He isn’t here” Narcissa replies quickly
“Bullshit” James mutters
“What makes you think they are an item?” Lucius asks sceptically
“Harry caught them and she revealed they’ve been together for over two years” Sirius informs them
He just has to ruin everything, Draco sighs leaning his head on the door not realising it was ajar, stumbling a little as he reveals himself “Oh shit” 
“Oh shit is right” James replies
It was safe to say Draco getting your fathers blessing was most like off the table as he and Sirius bolted towards him and then proceed to chase him around the house and surrounding grounds for a good ten minutes before they were all spent, hunched over catching their breath outside in the garden
“Why” James puffs staring up at him
“Why what?” Draco pants brain not quite functioning from the impromptu workout
“Y/n” Sirius runs his hands through his hair, putting it into a bun as if he’s gearing to fight the boy “Explain to us how a bully like yourself manages to worm their way into my goddaughter panties”
“Mate” James shoves him “Terribly worded...” he points at him before Draco “...but you have 1 minute to explain before I catch my breath enough to run again”
“We worked on a project in second year and we became friends, in secret because me and Harry hated each other…” Draco begins explaining only to be cut off
“Why? Jealous of my son?”
“Yeah” Draco to their surprise admits “Harry is better than be at almost everything, he rejected my friendship which in hindsight was fair enough. I was a prick especially in first year but y/n’s friendship helped me realise that all those ideals my parents fed me were crap. And no, it didn’t happen right away and I still called people slurs but she never gave up on me…she never abandoned and I fell head over heels for her” he explains
“Why keep it a secret then?” Sirius asks with a scoff “If you love her so much why hide her like dirty laundry-”
“Pads mate, try to paraphrase in a way that doesn’t make me want to hit you too” James snaps at him before once more turning back to Draco “Again the question stands”
Draco could have laughed at your father and godfather if he didn’t hear the former say ‘too’ in reference to punching “For a few very good reasons” is all he could say
“State them” your father says crossing his arms as he and Sirius waited not so patiently
“Okay…” Draco takes a breath “First, we didn’t know how us being together would work out and…we knew it would cause a tidal wave of gossip…we also didn’t want everyone butting in and watching us constantly, having all of their opinions affecting and putting strain on our relationship” James and Sirius’ face soften as they quickly realise the boy makes valid points “Second when we knew this was real and we were in love we were scared that not only my family but hers would overreact…can you blame us considering…” he gestures to them “And third, we were going to reveal everything but after we graduated, got access to out accounts so if I was disowned or she was we would have funds to rely on”
The last point makes your father think “Wait you and her were planning on what running away together?” that was when Draco saw it hit him, the regret washing over his face, a similar one on Sirius’ as well
“That was plan B” Draco mutters “Hasn’t y/n told you this?” he asks confused as what exactly occurred before he starts to worry
“No…” James shakes his head before he curses “Fuck”
“Where is she?” Draco knew he had no right to ask but he needed to know
Sirius shrugs “We don’t know she apparated away and then we were so mad we came to kick your ass” he points at him
“What? I need to find her” he pulls out his wand racking his brain to figure out where you could be as he figures it out he hears his father
“Don’t you dare” Lucius stares him down with the biggest glare he had ever seen, if looks could kill Draco would be death about 3 times over “You leave and you are disowned” he says plainly “Cut off and never welcome in this house again” he gestures to the grounds
Draco looks at his father flicking to James and Sirius a moment before he smiles “So be it” and with that he thought of you and apparated
He landed somewhere in the woods, not quite sure why until he catches sight of a treehouse. You had brought him here once when you both managed to sneak out and see each other once over summer, you told him how you and harry built it and it was still your safe space even if Harry had long since grown out of it.
As he climbed the ladders he heard sniffles, heart clenching as his head popped up and saw you curled in a little ball crying “Love?” he says softly as he stands up properly but it still startles you
You stare at him for a second before launching yourself into his arms not questioning how he is here just happy that he is “Draco” you mumble as you burying your head into his chest “I’m so sorry, I was reckless and harry found the map and now my whole family…” you ramble
“I know” he cuts you off gently
You pull back moving to sit on one of the old benches “How?” you ask as he sits down next to you
He takes your hand in his “Your Father and uncle paid me a visit” he cringes but chuckles as your eyes comedically widen
“They didn’t…merlin I’m so sorry dray” you close your eyes as you lean your head on his shoulder
He lifts your head up smiling at you “Hey it’s okay” he brushes some hair for your face “It felt kinda nice to have it all out in the open…even if I thought I was going to get Kedavra-ed for a moment” he let sout a nervous chuckle
You giggle a little “How did they react? Your parents I mean” you squeeze his hand
He let out an empty laugh “Could have been better…” he hesitates before continuing “I’m officially homeless, disowned and only wealth is the clothes on my back” you mouth parts “But…I’ve never felt this free in my whole life” he reassures you
“Dray…” you didn’t know what to say
“You don’t need to say anything” he shakes his head like he read your mind “Although maybe help me convince your parents to let me stay with you…or failing that I could live here” he jokes to which you giggle nudging your nose with his
Your moment is cut short by your brothers’ voice “You really love her, don’t you?” he asks in a much softer tone that Harry was expecting
“Yeah” Draco answers without hesitation
Your brother nods “I don’t like it…” he points “And I might actually throw up if I think about the logistics too hard” that makes small smiles appear on you and Draco’s face “Oh and you bet your arses there will be a ban on PDA around me but…” he takes a deep breath “If you’re happy then I’m happy. I might not understand, or how all this…” he motions to the two of you “…happened but you’re my sister and I love you” he finishes
You both stand up and walk over “Thanks” you say giving him a hug, staying there for a bit before pulling away
Harry kisses your forehead before looking at Draco who’s standing rather awkwardly but Harry could see the visible weight that had been lifted from him, he looked genuinely relived…however even with that in mind “I’m not hugging you”
“Wouldn’t want you too” Draco replies with a small smile
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“Lily, Moony you here?” James calls out as he and Sirius return to the house
“Living room!” they hear Remus distantly shout
Walking James smiles “Hey…” he greets before seeing the scene “Oh no the emergency chocolate is out” he mumbles to himself
“HI!” Lily cheeses at them from the couch
“Is she…” Sirius whispers at his husband gesturing
“A tad tipsy” James and Sirius nod “yes…I am too but just a little bit” he motions with his thumb and forefinger
James looks around as he seats a seat next to his wife, cuddling her back as she wraps her arms around him “Where Harry?” he wonders
“Went to find y/n” Remus replies, also becoming a little touchy and as he leans into Sirius, taking his hand “How did it go?” he asks sobering up ever so slightly “You didn’t actually kill him, did you?” 
James shakes his head “No but he is officially disowned and homeless” he informs
“What?!” Remus look at them in shock while Lily seems too tired to register
“It’s true” your voice makes them jump, all turning up to see you, Draco and Harry standing in the door way
“Hi” Draco greets with a cringy smile and the most awkward wave known to wizard
“You think there’s room for one more at the table mum?” you look towards her
“Course sweetie…hello Draco I’m Li…lily” she says gleefully with a little hiccup 
“She’s a little drunk” Sirius informs you
“Oh…” you let out a small laugh “Dad, can Draco stay with us?” you ask hopefully
“No” your expression drops
“But he can stay with us” Sirius adds, yours and Draco’s faces lighting up “It wouldn’t be right not to help you the way I was when I got disowned, besides we have a spare room now our daughter has moved out and…” he remembers the original conversation “…apparently seeing Fred Weasley…Moons I need to make another drop-in visit…” Sirius says standing up
“Oh no you don’t…” Remus pulls him down quickly before turning to Draco “But yeah sure you can stay with us”
“Thank you” Draco gives them a grateful look
“You’re welcome but if you hurt her I’ll kill you” Your father threatens
“And I’ll make sure it’s slow” Sirius adds
“And I’ll eat you…oh yeah those rumours are true…what?” Remus turns to Sirius who nudges him before laughing nervously “I may be a little drunker than I thought…the emergency chocolate is boozy” he confesses to which you, Draco and Harry chuckle
“Welcome to the family son” Your father says but scrunches up his face as soon as the last word exited his mouth “Nope too weird…Just welcome”
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How good are Servamp characters at handling spice?
Mahiru: 10/10, to everyone's shock. He'll buy spicy snacks if he feels like treating himself and more often than not would lean into the spicier options of recipes if they give good flavor to the meal and not just heat. He could eat hellfire, probably. This is a distinct Shirota Family Trait.
Kuro: This is a European vampire born in fuck knows when. He stole one of Mahiru's spicy snacks once without looking at the label and nearly died. 0/10. Mahiru has adjusted his cooking accordingly.
Tetsu: 6/10. Can handle a normal, decent amount of spice! He prefers more cleaner tastes rather than spicy stuff but he has a few snacks he likes to indulge in. If you give him any raw hotter peppers though, he'll suffer.
Hugh: 2/10. Better than his older brother but not by much lmao. This is another old European man and while he was raised with riches and access to a wide variety of foods, he never had the pallet for it. Cannot bite into raw garlic. Hilarious~
Mikuni: 6/10. All of the Alicein's tend to prefer sweets but he can handle spice well! He loves to be a snob about anything he can be knowledgeable about and that includes many different cuisines, some of which happen to be spicy! So even if he didn't like spice too much at first, he'd grow into it. I feel that he'd make it a point to try and heighten his tolerance but had to stop bc his throat started closing up.
Jeje: 3/10. His face gets red very easily and he gets unsightly looking fast. Mikuni laughs at him for it. Also he does not like the scorch even if he doesn't think the flavor is bad. If he wanted any kind of burn, he'd drink alcohol, thank you.
Iduna: 8/10. I think she'd handle spice exceptionally well! She loves any of those fast food items thats whole purpose is to make your mouth feel like its on fire and has a couple times gotten these items for herself and her coworkers when she drew the short straw for who pays for lunches. Watched them all choke. One time she asks for a bite of Mahiru's indulgent spicy food and Mahiru gives her a portion. She was not prepared.
Freya: 5/10. Prefers heartiness to spiciness. She'll just politely push her plate aside if its too spicy for her.
Licht: 5/10. Actually not too bad handling spicy stuff but will curse at anything that makes his nose start running. In shock of Mahiru and Iduna's ability to down things that look like red hell. Prefers sweet.
Lawless: 6/10. Just barely a noticeably higher tolerance than his Eve but will start sweating fast and start to look unkempt if he eats too much spice for too long. Has deliberately raised his tolerance but won't go any farther than he is now.
Niccolo: 4/10. Decent but also Italian foods are not much known for their hotness. Will start crying and his ears will get extremely red-- Honestly its kinda a cute sight aside from his suffering.
Ildio: He couldn't taste anything for the vaaast majority of his life to flavor in general is new to him. His reaction to spice is him being thrown on his ass bc they made the mistake of giving him something not mild first lmaooo. He gradually keeps trying however and he builds up a very good tolerance! Unrelated but the first time Niccolo gave him a lemon, he bit into it like an orange and puckered his face so hard he got cramps. Niccolo has that on video. 7/10.
Misono: 1/10. DO NOT MAKE THIS BOY SUFFER LIKE THAT. He already has it hard enough trying to brave his way through drinking bitter black coffee to look Cool, he'll pass out. Also I wouldn't think it'd be very good with his allergies.
Lily: 2/10. Not a fan and cannot handle it very well. He'll start coughing and his skin will get all sweaty and red and blotchy and he absolutely refuses, thank you.
Tsubaki: 5/10. Normal! But is sensitive to the strong smells so he usually gets something safely below his capabilities if he wants to indulge. Like Tetsu, prefers cleaner tastes.
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Tooru: 9/1o! Again, loving spice is a Shirota Family Trait and while his nephew shadows his capabilities, he still puts all of his coworkers and underclassmen to complete fucking shame. It has saved him from his lunches being stolen in the break room.
Touma: Look, he's fucked the Shirotas but does not have their genes. 0/10. He cannot handle spice for shit and was the one who was stealing Tooru's lunches. He learnt the hard way.
Sakuya: 3/10. Ok at spice but has also shared the fate of unknowingly eating the Shirota's food. In his case, he asked Mahiru to share his delicious (as usual) looking lunch during their time in school together. Mahiru warned him that it was a "bit spicy" and Sakuya make the terrible, horrible, no good mistake of brushing that aside while Ryuusei and Koyuki watch on without saying anything, already paying their respects to their poor friend. Needless to say Sakuya is put on the floor. The other two couldn't interrupt. It's a canon event to being one of Mahiru's close friends. He prefers sweet things, actually!
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