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troublesomemix · 7 hours ago

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What was she supposed to say. She had heard of the things that her father was saying. But there really hadn't been cause to do so. Her world had already been rocked so much in the last hundred years and beyond. Not to mention the current five to twenty, there was enough in that to put in a whole book. So she offered a tiny smile, trying in her natural way to offer comfort to some degree. Not knowing what to say was the worst. “ Maybe I'm new to some habits of yours, as its been a minute since we were able to do this. ” It was a try, though there couldn't be too many things to say that would be helpful. “ Is there a way to reverse the age you're feeling? ”

"You know? You're not the first person to tell me this. Hera keeps pestering me to go to an improv class. It's quite annoying," Henry shared with a little smile, glad to being here with her, hearing her laugh. He nodded in agreement about the humans, her thoughts not far from his own. "At this point i think the only thing that could save them is a sun flare that kills off eñectricity worldwide. but thor will come up with an asgardian generator or two I'm sure," he shrugged defeated before looking back at the menu, already sure of what he was going to order: a decaf with two chocolate eclairs. He had kept the diet and excercise for a few months now, he could take a little reprieve in the form of chocolatey pastries.

"You picked on that, huh?" Henry pressed hia lips together, eyebrows furrowing as he kept looking at the menu. Looking up, he waved at the waitress who took his order and Persie's. Oncw she was gone he sighed again,rubbing his hands together--the room was suddenly colder than he remembered. "I'm an old man. Decaf is what us old men drink," he started trying to go back to the playful tone but the spell was gone. "A little after Thanos' snap i had a heart attack," he breathed out. "I've been ageing ever since. Hera too, only a little slower. The me too movement really helped her."

#amomentxofhappiness #{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }#{ { interactions;; persephone } }#{ { interactions;; persephone x henry } }#{ { interactions;; persephone x zeus } }

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troublesomemix · 19 hours ago

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#{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }#{ { visage;; not your prince charming } }#{ { v;; he who would be king } }

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troublesomemix · 2 days ago

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disney meme (favourite animal character):

marie - the aristocats

#{ { parallel mirrors;; the ingenue } }#{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }

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troublesomemix · 3 days ago

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Case 15 du calendrier de l'avent de It's the most wonderful time of the year

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troublesomemix · 3 days ago

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He listened, paying attention as she spoke. Of course it was her job. Moving on. “ I'd say you did well. With him recovering so well and all. ” He paused, reflecting on her words, and the possibilities of what else possibly might have happened. The things that could have been different. Nicholas had to ignore the chills at the what if's.

Nicholas looked over his shoulder at the room where the royal lovebirds were hanging out. Probably necking or something at this rate. He resisted the urge to chuckle, or poke on the edge of darker humor. Maybe another time. “ Aren't we all? They think they're so secret about it. ” He licked his lip, feeling their dryness before he continued. “ He's been pining after her since University. At least. ”

Prue nodded to the request and waved at one of the nurses, Wanda's security detail also moving closer to them and escorting the red haired towards the room Gabriel was getting settled in.

The doctor was tired but also very proud of herself, thinking she had taken a gamble that could've gone either way. But his Majesty was alive because she had sent her boss away when she saw her shaky hands. It had been the right call. They could still fire her though.

"It's my job but, you're welcome," the doctor said with a small smile. "I'm finishing my residency so they usually keep me away from important people," she joked. "Im glad we got him in time and that the shooter wasn't that good or something."

She looked to their side towards the suite where the king and Wanda were. "You know, between you and me, big fan of that ship. I really hope they marry now."

#{ { interactions;; nicholas } }#{ { interactions;; nicholas x prue } }#amomentxofhappiness #{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }

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troublesomemix · 4 days ago

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Elisha

#{ { visage;; love her but leave her wild } }#{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }

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troublesomemix · 5 days ago

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he almost wished that they could take their time. maybe...next time? if this went well. he hoped that this went well. not that he was really thinking or planning about such things his attention was 90% focused on now. whatever 10% was left over needed to be shoved in its own little box and forgotten about. thoughts for tomorrow. robert decided then that whatever thoughts could be thought later. he was well and more concentrating on how soft her neck was. a flat palm stretched wide, his fingers splayed into her hair and palm on her cheek, the size of his hand cupping half of her face while he pressed kiss after kiss to her neck.“ bedroom? ” he breathed, sharp as her hands messed with his pants.

how long she'd wanted this, thought about it, craved it like nothing else could possibly satiate her desire. nothing could quell that craving like the lustful thought she had towards her brother's best friend. and finally she was angled to get exactly what she's thought about alone in her bedroom at nights, when she was certain no one could hear her. his shirt was removed and hers quickly followed, wanting to waste as little time on that so she could enjoy more time with him and his body. her neck cants to the side excitedly so that robert could have all the access to her neck that he wanted, and more. nothing was off limits for him. not right now. reaching down towards the front of his pants, her fingers curled into the top of his waistband. " fuck, i want you so bad, bobby. make love to me all night, please? i need you. "

#deviiates #{ { interactions;; robert x jamila } }#{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }#{ { interactions;; robert } }

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troublesomemix · 6 days ago

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her lips parted, a hot breath escaping the minute alexa touched the plug. she had the biggest wet dream last night thinking of today's date, so the anticipation had been high all day. she could have her ass fucked in the back of the car and leave a mess behind before they arrived at their destination-- and alexa would hear nothing but thanks and praises if that was the route they took. or she could be paraded around after being edged and left to wait till alexa felt like playing again, nerves high for the event while she mentally obsessed over when alexa would fuck her. equally intriguing, both possible paths. she just wanted alexa to touch her, for as long as she was willing. the thoughts were interrupted, broken as she felt her ass stretch. “ oh my god-- ” she moaned out, feeling the muscle stretch beautifully and relax once the thick plug popped out. a laugh, an inhale, the mischief back on her face. “ yes please. ” she winked at the blonde, shifting down to the floor as best as she could to best start working her mouth around the plug. tongue flat and sticking out, already drooling around the synthetic material and moaning while she worked it over.

alexa smiled knowingly as mia leapt right into action, turning around to show off her ass right next to her in the back seat. it was actually hot that the plug was so clearly visible under the brunette's thong panties, but alexa still tugged them aside with a smirk, baring plenty of the mia's pussy along the way—as if by happenstance. she always enjoyed watching mia get wet for her. "mm, let's see…" alexa gripped at the plug to just play with it for a second, pushing and pulling, even giving it a teasing little twist. "seems like a good, snug fit so far," she judged. only then did she start tugging it back in earnest, watching with familiar satisfaction as mia's asshole stretched around it. she was more used to seeing that tight ring of muscle flexing around the girth of her cock, but toys were always fun to prep with, too. "ohh, that's bigger than i thought." alexa smirked as she slowly but surely eased the large plug free from mia's ass, then pushed it base-down on the seat next to mia's face. "no wonder you seem to like wearing your gift so much… want to give it a little sloppy sucking before i fuck you with it?"

#{ { interactions;; mia x alexa } }#{ { interactions;; mia } }#{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }#sin #gcdfvcked

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troublesomemix · 6 days ago

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“ I hear you need a wife. ” It wasn't the best of greetings. Not even a greeting, really. A sledgehammer of an arrival. One that only waited till the door was closed sbehind her so that the two of them were the only ones privy to this conversation.

The last thing she needed right now was The Prophet coming forth with an article Rita Skeeter cockroach extraordinaire penned about some starcrossed shenanigans after finding it from Merlin knows who. This was purely business. She just hoped that Malfoy saw it the way she did. A mutually beneficial agreement where they both got what they wanted, no strings attached.

It really didn’t matter how she knew. She had heard of it in the most unexpected of ways. It was a game of telephone at this point really. Pansy told Theo who told Neville who told Luna who told Ginny who told Harry and when Harry refused to tell Hermione, Ginny then told her after she’d had a few fire whiskey shots—that Draco needed to get married to access his family fortune. Pureblood stuff. Tradition and old magic and all that nonsense.

Hermione really wouldn’t have cared. Except she knew why Ginny wanted to tell her. What she and only Ginny knew. That there was a reason why sometimes her eyes lingered over the occasional photo of Malfoy in his adventures when The Prophet reported up on him. Reasons she didn’t want to come to light or to terms with.

But then she had been turned down for the grant she had been desperate for to help with her crusade to keep the workplace for magical creatures more humane, in all its great many details.

She was certainly not about to take Harry’s Galleons, even though he offered a right few that she had to protest profusely. Maybe there was another way. Which is why she had inquired to speak to Malfoy at his earliest convinced, marching in here after Flooing in from her office at the Ministry with her heart pounding. What she was about to suggest felt like its the right thing to do to benefit both parties. It was logical.

Sticking it to Ronald was personal reasons she had to keep out of it.

Now or never. She took a deep breath, steeling her gaze before she carried on without a tremor in her voice.

“ --I have a proposition. ” Time to be brave, Granger.

@troublesomemix dramione based on that fanfic!

Draco truly wanted to be different. Do things differently, change the way people reacted to the Malfoy name. But for all of it he needed money. His father unexpected passing had helped his mother and he to gain sympathy from the purebloods, having turned at the end of war had helped with the muggleborns and even Potter had helped with that.

Putting the foundation together was the least he could do. He was actually proud of it; he was the first thing he was truly proud of. He had also started darkening his hair, wearing muggle tailored suits (they had wonderful tailors the muggles) and had somewhat reached a level of camaraderie with Potter he found almost a little disturbing at times, as if tehy could've been friends if only they would've done things differently.

His job helped too. But if he wanted to keep the foundation and the manor he had to marry, secure the malfoy money before his birthday by ways of acquiring a wife. A witch wife of course, pureblood preferably (not that he had a thing for muggleborns or even muggles in his adult years, his mother could never find out about that particular proclivity of his).

Astoria was married now. There was Pansy, his best friend who would do anything for him. That was going to work, it was a marriage of convenience and could be sold as 'friends who realized that had feelings'.

Unfortunately, Pansy had just backed out because she had fallen in llove, the little shit. And now he was wifeless ten days from his birthday. He could live with what he made from work, he could even support his mother but the Foundation wouldn't survive without it.

And speaking of the foundation, the muggleborn of all muggleborns had made an appointment with him. She wanted money of course, everyone wanted money from him what else could she possibly want from him? Certainly not his friendship or anything remotely in that vicinity.

He was not at his finest head wise when she was eacorted inside his office. She looked great, in a naughty librarian way (the muggle movie the mummy had done things to him when he was a young boy and he was still not over it it seemed).

"Granger. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

#{ { interactions;; hermione } }#{ { queue;; the brain never sleeps } }#amomentxofhappiness #{ { interactions;; hermione x draco } }#oooooooooo

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troublesomemix · 7 days ago

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