#i hope i respected the prompt it's a bit messy ^^'

[hischiershoe]

Can I please request “You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?" With Luke Hughes. It just screams him.

thank you for sending in! i kind of changed the prompt a bit but not too much Warnings: a little angsty but not really, not a ton of dialogue til the end, one singular smooch

Luke had never been much of a partier. Sure, he would always go when his friends or brothers would drag him along, and he'd try to have fun, but in truth, he would rather be anywhere else. He would much rather be at home playing pool or playing stupid games with a few people at the house. At least, that's how he used to feel until he met you.

The first time you met Luke was a year ago when you'd been dragged to some house party with a group of your friends. They wanted to go because they heard there were going to be some cute hockey players from your university there, and you went to make sure they had a safe way home. When the four of you had gotten there, they insisted you go outside with them because that was where 'they' were.

While they flirted with a group of boys you'd long forgotten the names of, you sat off to the side and scrolled on your phone until they decided they were ready to leave. You felt him lingering a few feet away from you until he actually made the jump to sit next you, making sure to keep a respectable distance between you.

"Hey," You heard him clear his throat, "You okay?"

You put your phone down and let your gaze flit to the unnamed boy to your left, eyes landing on a tall, lean guy who had a messy mop of curls on his head. He was cute.

"I'm good," You nod, straightening your back as you focused on him, "Just waiting for my friends."

"Me too," He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm Luke, by the way."

From that moment forward, you looked for Luke in every crowd at every party, and he did the same for you. The two of you spent the entire summer seeking one another, but never taking the next step to further whatever your relationship could've been called. At first, you thought it was fun, thinking of it as a little game the way you'd always seek each other out. Though, you'd hoped that he would ask you for your number before he left for the summer.

He never did.

You tried to forget about Luke, to accept that it was nothing but some sort of weird summer fling without the actual fling part, but that was easier said than done. Before last summer, you never paid attention to the hockey subculture at Michigan, but now that you knew who he was, that became nearly impossible. Everywhere you went you saw his name, his picture, his friends.

It sounded silly to say out loud because you didn't really know Luke, just a version of him that you saw for a few hours, but you couldn't let go of him.

When the next summer came, you attended a few parties in hopes that you might run into Luke again. You'd even asked a few people about him, but you always came up empty. Your friends didn't know about your side quest, but they could tell something was off with you, and they made it their mission to find you something to take your mind off things. Well, someone.

Luke loved playing for Team USA, he really did, but he was so ready to go back to Michigan for the summer. He was ready to relax, to have some time out of some sort of spotlight, to find you again. He hadn't stopped thinking about you since he left for training camp last year.

He regretted not asking for your number before he left, but every time he would try and do it he would chicken out. No matter how many times his brothers or friends would encourage him to finally ask out the 'mystery lover girl', he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

"I'm not talking to him," You groan as you walk up the driveway with your friends, "I'm not interested!"

"No, you're too interested in your random mystery boy," Josie throws her hands in the air, "Just give Logon a shot! He's really nice and he isn't bad looking. Please!"

Unfortunately for you, you were easily swayed, and that was exactly how you ended up uncomfortably pressed against the brick with an overly chatty boy next to you. To Josie's credit, Logan was nice, but he had barely let you get more than five words the entire time you've spent with him. At one point, you zoned so far out that you didn't hear anything he said until he was grasping at your bicep.

It was then that Luke walked out the backdoor, his eyes subconsciously scanning the crowd for you until they finally settled on an all too familiar side profile. He faltered in his steps, watching as a guy he vaguely recognized stepped closer to you. He couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to, he was forcing himself to stay rooted in place.

Luke eventually tore his eyes away from one when one of his college friends called out his name and dragged him back inside, and you were left with no idea that he was even there.

After a while, you managed to escape your dull conversation with Logan and found your friends again. Josie tried to make her attempt at a setup by saying she would be the DD, which made you nearly burst into laughter because she was already a bit too far gone for that to happen. Towards the end of the night, people slowly started to trickle out of the house, but the girls insisted they wander out back with a few others before heading back home.

"Hey, isn't that Luke Hughes," Hope slurs, pointing to a tall figure who was walking towards the boat dock.

It was embarrassing you quickly your head turned, how quickly your feet began to move in his direction with a certain determination to your steps. You can hear the girls talking behind you, making the very clear connection to Luke and your mystery boy. Despite his obvious ghosting from last summer, you still found yourself wanting to see him and talk to him. Maybe even get an explanation if you were lucky.

"Hey," You called out, slightly startling him as you sat next to him, "You okay?"

Luke's focus snapped towards you, his eyes wide and swimming with an emotion you can't quite place. You give him a soft smile as you take him in, noticing that he let his hair grow a little bit longer than he had last summer, noticing how much bigger he had gotten since then.

"Hi," He finally breathes out, his lips forming your name almost like he was testing it.

"Hi, Luke," You softly greet, "Long time no see."

"Yeah," He nervously chuckles as he looks away from you, "Yeah, it has."

Luke's mouth drops open like he wants to say more, but he doesn't. Instead, he grips the edge of the dock so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn white. His face is barely illuminated by the light seeping down from the house, but you can still see the apprehension on his face. His brows are furrowed and his nose is slightly scrunched up, and it makes you want to pull him in by the shirt collar and kiss him.

"Do you want to know something," Luke suddenly bursts out, though he keeps his gaze in front of him.

"Of course," You curtly nod.

"I just got off a ten hour flight like four hours ago," He admits as he finally looks at you again, "But I came because I asked a friend if you'd be here, and he said yes. How crazy is that?"

Your face twisted with shock, his words ringing in your ears as you stared up at him. He'd been traveling all day and he should be sleeping, but instead, he was here. He came to a party, even though he didn't like them to begin with, because of you?

"Why," You swallow the lump in your throat, "Why because of me?"

"I wanted to see you again," He plainly states, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice, "I fucked up last year by not getting your number because I was scared, but I didn't want to do that this summer. I was fully ready to ask you when I saw you earlier."

"Earlier," You ask, tilting your head, "Why didn't you then?"

"Well, you looked pretty busy," He scoffed. He sounded... annoyed? For what reason, you weren't sure.

Wait. Earlier you had been with- Oh.

"Luke," You stifle back the amused giggling threatening to slip through, "Are you jealous?"

"What?! No! Of course not," He hastily defends, roughly shaking his head in denial, "It just would've been rude to ask for your number if you're with ano-"

You cut Luke off by surging forward and placing your lips on his. It was a short kiss, nothing too over the top or romantic, but it was enough to render him speechless as you pulled away from him. His eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted and his breathing shaky.

"I'm not with anyone, idiot," You playfully groan, covering his hand with your own, "I come to every party with the hope that you'll be there, so if you're crazy, then so am I."

[a-haunting-memory]

hello!! Hope you are having a wonderful day <33 This is a Lackadaisy request for a one shot so yippee! Basically just reader having a toxic relationship and how Mordecai, Rocky, and maybe other characters deal with it. Hope you have fun writing this angst prompt and I’ll be looking forward to it! Toodles <3

Hey, hi, hello! First of all thank you! I hope you're having a great day/night too! :3

Second of all, when I saw the request I was like: 'wait, that will be cool to write!' although ngl I've kind of procrastinated the writing process, sorry, I just lost my motivation and I had to push myself to start writing this ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

However I've finally got my motivation back. I'm not very good at making oneshots, it's my second time making one if I can even call this thing an one shot so if it's not looking like a proper one, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how to get a hang of it. I was struggling a bit due to the lack of information so i tried to keep stuff neutral enough to not imply names nor gender which usually is not a problem to me, but lately I've been feeling like someone put a block to my creativity so if this writing isn't as good, you'll have to excuse me...

In case it is not what you expected, please let me know what to fix. Any advices are welcome!

Summary: How would Mordecai, Rocky deal with a reader who's in a toxic relationship.

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship of course, mentions of death, reader is gn, the relationship between the reader and canon characters is undefined.

Mordecai:

When he heard you complaining about some unreasonable arguments that you've had with your partner, he's been trying to be polite, trying to give you a few advices, telling you your partner was not acting wisely, not like a proper partner should. As the time passed, you had more and more complaints and on top of that you looked more gloomy. Seeing that, Mordecai's comments about how you should do something about it or just leave the person, worsened. How could you be so stupid not seeing what a two-faced, serpent with no respect your partner was?!

He always felt strange towards relationships, but now it was even worse after observing how someone close to him hurts themselves because of some weird relationships and odd feelings.

The line has been crossed when he saw you crying in a corner one day. The look of you - helplessly trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, but only making it worse, rubbing them all over your face - reminded him of the time his little sister had scraped her knee and was weeping until he himself came to help her.

That was it.

You were too stubborn, too jumbled in those stupid feelings to do anything. If not him, no one is gonna take care of this situation.

That night he left his apartment with a fedora that cast a shadow over his face along with a coat that blended his figure into the darkness of the night. He already got everything he needed to know. He connected every little dot, every fact you said about your partner and the places you hung around - Mordecai quickly figured out their place of living.

In the future you have to be more careful what you say... he probably should tell you that.

After he reached your partner's flat, his lock picking skills were up to use. Much to his dismay, the rest of what he had left to do was a bit messy...

He didn't know how to comfort you the following days as you weeped over your not-so-alive partner, but at least neither you nor he had to worry about a certain somebody ruining your mental nor physical health anymore.

He's not a guy of many words nor one who shows much emotion / affection if any at all so you cannot expect much comfort from him, but he'll try to be there for you despite everything.

He will not tell you it was him who killed your partner tho, no, you would hate him for that even tho he 'did the right thing'... Or at least that's what he's been telling himself.

If you really want to, you'll find someone better, who will be the right for you, for sure.

Rocky:

He was happy to see you and your partner in the speakeasy. He loved bothering and teasing you two. It was fun and giggles until he started to notice you coming to Lackadaisy alone more often or acting somewhat odd when with your partner.

He observed you as you sat alone at the bar, leaning over a glass of illicit beverage. He was curious about the reason of it hence he came up to you:

- "hey there sulky-puss, where's your partner?" He rested his fists on his hips.

- "I don't really want to talk about this." You grumbled out.

- "Oh c'mon, pal! Spill the beans!" He cheered with his usual toothy smile.

- "No, Rocky, I'm not in the mood" you cut him off. Seeing his grin getting wiped away from his face exchanged for a confused look made you wince, you hated seeing him upset. "Sorry, I just-... It's a bit complicated, don't worry about it, okay?"

He nodded, he didn't want to bother you too much, he tried to ignore it... at least for now. However he couldn't shake off a bad feeling he had about what was happening. However he started to pick up stuff like: how your arms were often drooped, how hunched your posture was, how you looked like a walking ball of anxiety. He tried to talk to you, to crack a joke, to cheer you up. Sometimes it had the intended effect and sometimes it had the opposite outcome, but he didn't want to give up. After some conversations during which you may or may have not been slightly tipsy he concluded 'your partner was the matter'.

- "Woah, Woah, Woah-... Your partner did what?"

- "yeah... They started threatening me after I said I wanted to leave." You admitted quietly.

- "Oh no, that is not the spirit of love!" He pressed his palms to his cheeks dramatically, making his lips pursue like a fish.

- "Unfortunately you're right, it's not... I don't know what to do anymore." You whined and then took a sip of your beverage.

.

you may not have had any ideas on what to do but he did...

.

That awful person was making their significant other feel unsafe and unloved! I'll show them what the real threat is!-

He took a big swing and...

Clash ..Voomf..

A burning bottle filled with motor oil and gasoline hit the wall of a house and set it on fire.

- "TASTE THE BURNING FLAMES OF LOVE! Ahahah- Or rather the flames of sweet justice. I probably should've said that instead." Rocky brought his finger up to scratch his chin. "Hmm, I should have-"

- "YOU BASTARD!!" A sudden yell came from the window.

Rocky looked up and his lips widened in a twisted grin.

- "You brought this on yourself!! BhAHahHa!!" Once he saw the figure rushing and disappearing deeper into the house, he knew that was the moment to run and so he did...with a maniacal laugh.

The condition of your partner and their house depends on how generous Rocky felt that day.

Let's hope your partner is scared enough to leave you alone and not seek revenge.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

The Glasses - The Dark Side

Author's Note: I'm trying something a little bit different with this story. I'm calling it a mirror story. I am going to write a story with the same basic prompt and ideas in two different ways. One wholesome and one dark. This is the dark story. I hope you all enjoy it! Read the wholesome version here.

Greg fancied himself an intellectual. He had a PhD, was the top of his field, and respected by all of his colleagues. He spent all of his free time reading books and papers, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

Or at least he did, until he met Daddy.

Daddy was everything Greg desired. Daddy was tall, strong, assertive, and brilliant. Greg found himself immediately under the other man's spell.

The first day Daddy brought Greg home, Daddy sat Greg on the couch and pulled the glasses off of Greg's face.

"That's much better," Daddy growled confidently as he watched Greg's panic set in.

Greg, in contrast, found all of his self-confidence leave him as his corrective lenses were removed. Without his glasses, all Greg could see was a soft blur where Daddy's face should be. Greg was almost completely blind. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, and he hated it.

"Um, could I please have my glasses back?" Greg asked timidly, butterflies fluttering in his stomach from the fear of being left without his glasses for any expanse of time, "I can't see anything without them."

Daddy laughed in response.

"Oh, my pet, you only get to see when Daddy says so."

Horrified, Greg dives for where he thought his glasses were, only to find himself perfectly draped over Daddy's lap.

"Oh, Greggy, you need to learn whose in charge!" Daddy said before Greg felt his pants pulled down to his knees and blows begin to rain down on his bottom.

Daddy never returned Greg's glasses that night, and, despite his horror at being effectively blind, all Greg made no attempt to get them back. With a sore bottom, Greg didn't dare cross Daddy again, especially once he realized that he was entirely reliant on the dominant man to care for him.

Over the course of the night, Greg struggled to care for himself. He sat frustrated through the whole movie, unable to tell what was going on.

He stumbled through Daddy's unfamiliar apartment, unable to tell where he was going. He made a mess of himself eating dinner, unable to see the food he attempted to shovel into his mouth or the utensil he was using to feed himself. And worst of all, Greg eventually ended up wetting himself when he couldn't find the restroom in time to relieve himself.

The whole time, Daddy looked on and teased him.

"Careful, big boy! If you're having this much trouble walking, maybe you should crawl?"

"What a messy boy! Looks like a certain someone could use a big!"

"Oh no! Did the big, smarty-pants professor go potty in his pants?"

Over the course of the night, Greg felt more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt before. By removing just one of his possessions, Daddy has functionally reduced him to a small child.

When they parted that night, Daddy gave Greg his glasses back before showing Greg some pictures and videos on his phone. Greg, able to see again, looked on in horror at images of himself covered in food like a toddler, crawling on the floor after tripping, and, worst of all, wetting his pants.

"What do you think all of those smart colleagues you have would think of you if these ever hit the internet?" Daddy asked like a spider who knew it's pretty was now stuck in its web.

"Please, no…" was all Greg could say in response.

After some 'negotiation,' Greg was able to convince Daddy to keep the images private in exchange for Greg's future cooperation.

As Greg left Daddy's house that night, he felt a strange since of dread set in at the prospect of what the beautiful man had in store for him next. He couldn't imagine giving in and losing his personal autonomy like that again.

Pursuant to their deal, Greg kept seeing Daddy after that night. Their dates took on a common form. At the start of each one, Daddy would remove Greg's glasses and take control over the other man. In turn, Greg would find himself fully submitting to Daddy and all of the humiliations he had devised for him. The few times Greg balked at his treatment, a quick trip over Daddy's lap, a reminder of the photos in Daddy's possession, and a threat to set Greg free without his glasses was all that was needed to remind the submissive man of his place in their relationship.

Over time, Greg--the PhD, the intellectual, and the brain--found Daddy taking more and more autonomy from him each time they met. It was painful for Greg, a struggle and hit to his ego each time he lost a part of himself. However, with Daddy's power over him he could do nothing to stop each relinquishment of freedom.

Over time, Daddy started picking the food Greg ate. He found his mature diet replaced with bland Cheerios, dino nuggets, and other foods designed for the picky palates of toddlers. When he complained, Daddy just pointed out it was easier to eat those foods with his fingers, since he couldn't see well enough to use utensils without his glasses.

He began drinking all of his drinks, which had predominantly become milk, out of baby bottles. Daddy told Greg it was to keep him from spilling given his lack of depth perception, but Greg could help but fill like an infant everytime the rubber teat was pressed between his lips.

Having his pants and underwear removed and replaced with pull-ups and, eventually, diapers each time he entered Daddy's apartment was similarly mortifying. Daddy made sure to emphasize the importance of the extra protection each time he dressed Greg in the infantile garments, given Greg's proven inability to make it to the toilet on time (something made worse each time Daddy changed him out of his soggy padding after Greg repeatedly failed to locate the bathroom in Daddy's home).

Daddy also stopped letting Greg pick out his own clothes. Daddy pointed out that the artificially blind man couldn't see them, and Daddy was the one who had to worry about getting Greg's clothes off to change him anyway, so giving Greg the freedom to dress himself just didn't make sense.

However, no matter how much control Daddy took from Greg, at the end of every 'date,' be it for a few hours or a weekend, Daddy would hand Greg his glasses back, returning Greg to the adult world of academia and filling Greg with a sense of hope that maybe, this would be the last time Daddy would call him over to play.

That pattern continued until one day, Daddy finally made the declaration that Greg had been dreading to hear for months.

"Baby boy, I think it's time you moved in with Daddy full time."

Greg started to cry in his place on the floor where he sat on a soft blanket dressed in only a diaper and onesie while failing to stack wooden blocks due to his poor vision.

Greg immediately crawled (walking haven been forbidden after a particularly nasty trip) over to the Daddy shaped blur sitting on the couch and stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please no, Daddy? Please! I hate it here! I hate being your stupid little baby!"

Daddy beant down, wrapped his large hand around Greg's cheek and chin before shoving a pacifier between Greg's lips.

"Hush, pet," Daddy growled softly, his face menacingly close to Greg's, "I've made it very clear who is in charge in this relationship. It seems like you need a reminder."

Daddy then harshly pulled Greg over his lap before proceeding to deliver the worst spanking Greg had ever experienced. At the end of it, the apartment was filled with nothing but the sound of Greg's soft sobs and the crinkling of his diaper, as he thought about the ramifications of daring to question Daddy's judgment.

The next few months passed in a blur. After moving into Daddy's house, Greg found himself wearing his glasses less and less.

Deprived of his ability to see, Greg spent more time forced to participate in infantile activities like playing with blocks or trucks or futilely trying to color in a coloring book instead of reviewing the latest literature in his field like he used to.

Greg's coworkers started to notice how the once brilliant, workaholic man's performance had dropped off. Greg was pulled into his boss' office and lectured on his need to improve, but, Greg, who once prided himself on his career success and independence, found himself unable to improve his performance at work given Daddy's humiliating restrictions at home.

After six-months of living together, Greg's boss had had enough and fired his once best employee.

Sitting in Daddy's lap in nothing but a soggy diaper, Greg cried as he told his tormentor about his lose of a job.

"Daddy," he began softly, hesitant for fear of judgment at what was coming next.

"Yes, pet?" Daddy asked Greg, his ever predatory tone dripping from his every word.

"I was, was, was fired today," Greg chokes out between sobs.

Daddy smiled, although Greg couldn't see it. He rubbed Greg's back possessively.

"Oh, did someone's boss finally realize what a soggy little pants wetter he really is? I can't say I'm surprised, but I am ~very~ excited for what that means. You can finally be my diapered little pet full time!" Daddy said triumphantly.

Greg's sobs redoubled at his sudden understanding of the truth in Daddy's words. He tucked his thumb in his mouth, a soothing habit Daddy had long ago trained in him, and continued to cry in his tormentors arms.

Daddy brushed Greg's hair with his fingers, relishing this moment of absolute victory.

"Daddy is so excited for you to be my soggy little pet forever."

Daddy laughed a little as Greg continued to cry before grabbing a small object that Greg couldn't quite make out off the table.

"I guess you won't be needing these anymore. Maybe we should get them mounted for posterity?"

Greg frowned.

"What, Daddy?"

Daddy responded with a guffaw.

"Your glasses!"

Greg felt his heart drop in sudden realization. Daddy was right. As Daddy's permanent pet, he would probably never wear be allowed to wear glasses again. His world was now fated to forever be a blur.

[puppiesandnightlock]

READ ON AO3: I will fall in love with you over and over again

for this year’s secret Santa, I got @spicy-apple-pie :D

prompt was domestic damijon on a homestead, bonus if there was porch swing cuddles. I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE!! HAPPY HOLIDAYSSSSSSSSSS

The moon was sinking lower outside, still just enough to shine through the slit in the curtains. Out in the barn, the rooster began to crow, causing Damian to stir. 

He blinked a few times, mouth opening in a silent yawn. His husband was curled up on his chest, a direct opposite to how they’d fallen asleep the previous night. The clock on their bedside table told him that it was 5 in the morning on a Saturday, just around the time that a weekday would start. He struggled with attempting to sit up, only to have Jon’s hand tighten around the sheets.

He was under no impression that the other man hadn’t heard their natural alarm, chuckling a bit as he ran his hand through messy raven curls, sticking up one side with bed-head. Neither wished to leave the little cocoon of comfort and warmth they’d created for the morning sky, but duty called.

“Jonathan.” Damian said softly, voice a bit rough with sleep. “I’ve got to see to the chores.”

“Noooo.” Jon buried his face into the firm stomach beneath him. “Stay. Just for a few more minutes. The chores can wait a few more minutes.”

“The cows-”

“Are on a tight schedule and get milked at exactly six fifteen every morning, you would run outside barefoot in your pajamas to keep it that way. It’s the weekend, we can sleep just a bit longer.”

Damian needed little persuasion, still half asleep and easily lured by the promise of warmth and someone he loved. Still.

“Things need to be done,” he protested weakly, beginning to lie back down. Jon made a noncommittal humming noise as Damian’s hand began to run gently up and down his spine.

“And they’ll still be there in another thirty minutes.”

Jon scooted up to have his face next to his husband’s, bringing a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. They smiled at each other softly before he destroyed the silence with a cheeky, “I win.”

“Shut up, Hayseed.” The other man grumbled, turning over and tugging the covers up to his shoulders. Jon wiggled under them, setting his chin on his shoulder and arms around his waist in a spooning position.

They drifted off for a bit longer until the light of the moon had gone. The clock hit 5:45 and this time, the both of them got up, stretching and ambling to the restroom.

Jon’s phone played an upbeat morning playlist as they brushed their teeth in tandem, just another part of the daily routine. About ten minutes later, the both of them left the house, exchanging a chaste morning kiss before heading off to their respective chores, an elderly Titus lifting his head from where his bed was and a younger puppy trotting at Damian’s heels.

Damian opened the door to the barn, gently greeting the animals and leading the cows to the proper station, starting the order.

Jon was out in the fields, doing a quick overview of the place and checking the irrigation. Once he’d gone through that, he stopped by the barn to heft the bag of chicken feed over his shoulder and pet their two horses' noses on the way out. The cows had just finished, Damian leading them out to pasture. 

The sun rays spiked in the sky, chasing the dark of the night as the two young men worked to kick-start their morning. The chickens waddled out of the coop, ambling towards the feed scattered on the ground. Jon smiled, crouching into their home and plucking the eggs with deft fingers. 

Damian passed him with a smile, crouching to greet some of the chickens and the rooster before going to the barn and checking the food bowl of the barn cats, all three of which were curled up in the hayloft.

The horses nickered as he approached them, filling their troughs and checking the water levels. They’d be let out after breakfast into the fields, but for now, they were content to be pet and spoken to lovingly.

A basket full of eggs on his arm, Jon leaned over to the side, making note of the sign of newly sprouting weeds in the smaller garden. They’d be weeding after eating, he supposed.

Damian stepped into the house just as Jon had begun to fill the dogs’ food bowl. The younger pup raced towards the bowl, beating out Titus, who preferred to come closer to Damian to be scratched.

“Aseema,” Damian clicked, calling her to his feet. She bounced back from the food bowl, sitting impatiently on the floor in front of him. She’d been the most recent addition to their ever growing farm family, chosen from a litter their neighbors had recently had. He praised her for waiting, releasing both dogs to eat.

Jon had begun to put the eggs away for the next day’s farmer’s market, Damian joining him in the kitchen to wash his hands and begin breakfast for the two of them. 

He’d begun the coffee, the morning meal scent filling the air and aiding the homey atmosphere. He came around Damian’s other side, hugging him from behind and swaying them both in a rhythm that had his husband laughing quietly, leaning back and looking at him with twinkling eyes.

“What are you doing, ya amar?” 

“Dancing, duh.” 

Jon turned him around to face him, tugging Damian’s arms around his neck and moving them both around the kitchen. He rolled his eyes fondly, stating, “This is not dancing.”

“Shhh, take your training and shove it, this is my dancing in my kitchen.”

“We share this house.”

“Stop being logical, you’re interrupting the magic.”

He muffled his laughter into Jon’s shoulder, letting him move them around the tile floor until both their stomachs reminded them that breakfast was a very much needed meal of the day, prompting them to detach themselves from each other and begin dishing out the food. They ate quickly on the island in their kitchen, cleaning up the mess and setting out to begin a new list.

“We’ve got to weed later today,” Jon mentioned as they walked out, heading for the barn. Damian nodded, adding it to the list. There wasn’t much they had to do, both grateful for an opportunity for a lazy Saturday. They led the horses out into the pasture, checking up on the cows before heading back. 

The garden tools were carried to the little patch of earth, Damian kneeling in the dirt to begin. Jon passed him the needed tools, getting his own and beginning himself.

It hadn’t been more than a few minutes when Damian looked over and remarked teasingly, “One would think Superboy would have already had more weeds out than I do.” 

Jon scoffed playfully, wiping his cheek with his hand. It only served to smear more dirt on it, his husband noted with affection. “Everything doesn’t have to be a competition, darlin’.”

“Maybe not,” Damian hummed, grinning at the way Jon sped up in an attempt to clear his side of the garden first anyways.

They worked quicker, glancing over at each other, throwing jeers and checking to see how far each was falling behind.

“Didn’t you say it wasn’t a competition, habibi?” 

“This is your fault.” Jon accused, pointing the root of one of the offending plants his way. “You knew this would happen.” 

“I do know what makes you tick.” Damian’s brow quirked. “Don’t tell me you didn’t see where I was pushing towards.”

“I didn’t think I’d fall for it,” He grumbled, throwing the weed at him. Damian felt the incoming projectile, dodging it but getting dirt on his clothing. He made a face and lunged, throwing one at Jon’s back in return.

Jon squawked as he felt the impact, arms flailing. He turned, armed, and suddenly dirt and weeds were flying in the air, laughter and screeches echoing around the fields. 

“I still won,” Damian claimed as they were picking up the fallen weeds. “I had more.”

“Sure, whatever you say.” Jon rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. “We’re filthy, by the way.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Damian brushed off the edge of his shirt. They were both covered in dirt and sweat, more than usual due to the deliberateness of the previous actions.

“Arguably, yours.” His husband gathered the plants and zipped out, dumping them in the proper bin and returning to see Damian scowling at him. It was always rather fun to be the cause of that expression when it was about something unserious as this.

“Mine? Try again, Corncob, I wasn’t the one who shot the first bullet.”

“You started the competition and you egged me on. In a chain of events, you tipped the domino. Rippled the water. Started the butterfly effect.” 

Damian opened his mouth to protest, Jon stopping him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You can keep going and stay covered in dirt and standing in the sun that’s only going to get hotter, or hurry up and finish so you can shower.”

“…Tt.” He turned on his heel, calling out the few things he was going to do. Jon nodded, turning the other direction to do the things that could be done with a little bit of help from his kryptonian heritage.

By the time he arrived back into the house, the barely afternoon sun had risen high, bringing a gentle warmth just enough to contrast the still cool breeze of the morning.

There was a folded blanket on the kitchen counter and Jon figured if he checked the fridge, there would be a basket filled with lunch. He sped up the stairs as the faucet squeaked, shutting off the sounds of the shower. His husband emerged a few minutes later, toweling his hair off and having exchanged his work clothes for casual wear. 

“In,” Damian poked him playfully. Jon swatted at him, but kissed his cheek as he passed.

“I’m going, I’m going,”

By the time he was done, Damian was waiting with the basket and blanket under one arm, offering his other hand to Jon, who took it immediately.

He swung their hands between the two as they walked up towards the hill overlooking the pasture, just on the edge of their property. Aseema scampered ahead, Titus ambling behind her until he found a spot where he wanted to sleep. Jon spread the blanket under the shade, Damian handing him food and sitting down. It was a rather quiet moment, just silence speaking volumes between the two as they watched what they’d made of life flourish, from the grazing animals to the growing crops, all from a distance.

After the food was eaten and everything packed away accordingly, Damian pulled out his sketchbook, listening to Jon ramble to him about anything and everything. He’d listen to his voice forever, if he could. His hand moved of its own volition, pencil outlining the features of the person next to him in a movement so familiar he wondered if he could draw him with his eyes closed. 

“D?” Jon had stopped, looking at him with a lopsided smile. Damian looked up, blinking at him. “Why did you stop? You were making an excellent point.”

“I thought maybe you had gotten bored.”

He tsked, managing to look almost offended. “Jonathan, it’s much too late for these thoughts now. I married you for all of you, and you know very well that if I didn’t want to hear you speak, I’d find some way to shut you up.”

(I love you, I love hearing you talk because it’s a part of you. Don’t feel bad.)

“I know, Dames. “ Jon leaned back, putting his head into Damian’s lap. “Don’t mind me, just my brain being stupid.”

“Tt, tell it to knock it off. Only I can be mean to you.” The tone was fond, the hand holding onto his sketchbook falling to tug affectionately at raven curls.

“Yes, sir,” he joked in return, shutting his eyes as Damian’s hand left his hair and returned to his artwork.

The shade began to get longer, the sun dipping down from its afternoon high. With a sigh, both men got up, Jon dashing to drop off the things from their afternoon in the house while Damian made his way to the pasture. The both of them began to bring in the cows and horses, leading them to their stalls. 

Their livestock were cared for and fed accordingly, the both of them bidding them good night, for as the evening settled in, they would not return. The dogs followed behind them both obediently as Jon and Damian began to close up their home for the night.

Stars hadn’t yet appeared when they arrived home, the sun barely beginning to set. The food was heated, warming in the stove as the two settled into their evening, quiet and peaceful as they hung around the kitchen. As Damian walked past to check on the food, Jon moved forwards, spinning Damian around to face him and picking him up, arms around his waist.

“Dami,” He sing-songed, twirling them around a few times cheerfully. 

“Jon.” Damian looked down at him, hands holding onto his shoulders and despite himself, lips twitching upwards in amusement.

“Let’s eat dinner on the swing, please?” He whined, nuzzling into the side of his neck.

“You’re a child.” Damian remarked dryly. “I married a child.”

“That’s a yes, right?” 

“Put me down and I’ll consider it.” 

As his feet touched the ground, he launched a plate at his husband, Jon yelping and catching it. “Damian!”

“You caught it.” He smirked, filling his plate with dinner. Jon made a rumbly noise, hip checking him playfully as he moved to get his own dinner. Titus was snoozing on the porch with Aseema tucked into his side when they got out, the sun nearly gone. 

Jon sat, arm stretched over the back of the swing and plate on his lap. Damian leaned back onto his arm, the both of them quietly watching the stars taken over the midwestern sky.

Once the food was gone and plates stacked on the floor, he leaned into him, head falling onto his shoulder and legs curled behind him. Jon’s feet rocked the swing in a soothing rhythm, the soft squeaking blending in with the quiet song of the night. 

“I love you,” Damian mumbled, eyes half closed as he rested against his husband. 

Jon’s free arm wrapped around him, pulling him closer. “I love you, too.”

“Tell me about the stars,” he requested, feeling a gentle kiss land in his hair. Jon’s voice, soft now, carried through the night as they held each other, the world nothing but the two of them.

Tomorrow will be another day, a new set of challenges and smiles and laughter, each finding new ways to love each other more and more. 

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: HOTD

Characters: Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra Targaryen/Velaryon

Pairing: General

Type of fic: oneshot,

Prompts for Rhaenyra: "I saved you. Don't you think you should be grateful?" "Grateful? For this?" "Everything I'm doing is to keep you safe!"

"Nothing can keep us apart. I'll burn the world down if they try."

Prompts for Alicent: "Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

"It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that, right?"

Extra info: Darling could be a servant at first, lowborn and not really noticeable, until Rhaenyra and Alicent both eventually start to take notice of Darling and want Darling as their own handmaid as to have her closer. Things could get more complicated when Rhaenyra wants to return to Dragonstone, and now Darling is torn between Alicent trying to keep her with her, and Rhaenyra demanding that she comes to Dragonstone instead

-🥝 anon

Side note: I've never sent a request with prompts in it so, sorry if it's a bit messy🙃

Sure! I hope this works for you :) I really hope I didn't butcher it.... I'll admit, this could be paced INFINITELY better but I've never done rivalry prompts before... It was a good attempt. Maybe in the future I can better pace it with a similar storyline.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Alicent Hightower vs Rhaenyra Targaryen Prompts

Rhaenyra: "I saved you. Don't you think you should be grateful?" "Grateful? For this?"

"Everything I'm doing is to keep you safe!"

Alicent: "Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

"It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that, right?"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Medieval marriage dynamics (Age gaps), Overprotective behavior, Implied kidnapping, Forced companionship/relationship.

You weren't meant to be so important.

A handmaid is merely meant to aid the royal family. That has been your job since you were small. You had been the age of Rhaenyra and Alicent, old enough to be friends, yet your position was lesser than them.

You were no Targaryen, Hightower, or anything of the sort. You were merely a common servant, easily replaceable in the eyes of any high born. To Rhaenyra and Alicent, you should've been just that.

But both girls appeared to respect you, probably due to your close age and how close you had to be with them as ladies from important Houses.

You felt your time with both of them was innocent. You were often scolded for being so casual with them... but they themselves didn't mind. If anything, they seemed intrigued to befriend such a loyal servant.

You had originally been Rhaenyra's handmaid for a long time in your youth. But by the time Alicent had married the king, your services had been split. Alicent marrying her father was bad enough...

But now you were no longer just hers.

You wonder if that was when your job started going downhill. The moment you were forced to pick between the two. Or maybe it occurred later... after events you couldn't control as a mere handmaid.

As the years passed and both of your ladies got older with you, more tension began to brew. As politics got worse, so did their obsession over you. There wasn't much that could be done to keep the peace.

Alicent, as the new queen, had ordered you to be her personal handmaid. Your efforts were better out towards serving her and the dying king. Such a decision only stripped you from Rhaenyra more....

By the time a rift started forming in the family, you kept being whispered propaganda after propaganda.

Alicent would always appear paranoid about you. Her children were barely even around you as she knows how Aegon acts around maids. That... and the idea of Rhaenyra taking you was too much to bear.

"It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that, right?" Alicent would murmur to you when you're alone. You know who she's referring to, Rhaenyra. It's been rumored that Rhaenyra intended to leave for Dragonstone after the rumors about her sons.

Alicent had always felt Rhaenyra would take you from her... She knew Rhaenyra also adored you since childhood...

Even you could tell whenever you were ordered by Viserys to attend to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra had soon decided to confirm to you her desires to leave for Dragonstone when you asked her. You were not blind to the glint in her eyes either. It did not surprise you when she confirmed she intended to take you with her.

You would have to be blind to not see that these two intend to do anything to hurt one another.

"Everything I'm doing is to keep you safe!" Rhaenyra would say, as though Alicent is your true enemy. "She'll hurt you like she hurt me... Can't you see that!?"

Truth is, you weren't sure what you saw other than two women you thought were your friends implode.

You knew what they were doing. The two queens were trying to turn you against the other. It's a big game of tug-of-war... one waiting for something to snap...

You have a feeling it will be one of them.

The tension only seems to escalate as things continue. The first time Rhaenyra went to live on Dragonstone, she tried to take you with her. Alicent, however, forced you out of sight before waiting for Rhaenyra to leave.

When you try to protest, insisting things be dealt with in a different way... Alicent shushes you. You say you want to say Rhaenyra off, Alicent shakes her head. Instead you're met with a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." Alicent responds, moving to cup your face.

You know this wasn't for your own good...

This was because Alicent could deal with you abandoning her... She needs you to function...

Something Rhaenyra also felt towards you.

Things were mostly quiet for years. There were rumors of war. Rumors of dragons eager to fight. Rumors, propaganda, tension...

Then Rhaenyra returns to King's Landing, intending to see you and her father again.

It's then things between the two queens after Rhaenyra's betrayal... begin to worsen.

Rhaenyra feels content when you attend to her, wishing her well and admitting you missed her. To her, this feels right. It makes her think you prefer her over Alicent.

Alicent, however, insists on your time with Rhaenyra being monitored. She senses something is wrong. She knows Rhaenyra will try something....

She's right, Rhaenyra came for one thing and she intends to get it...

She's waited years for this.

"You should come back with me to Dragonstone." Rhaenyra mentions to you as you stand beside her to serve her for dinner. You pause, giving her a worried look. Rhaenyra merely scoffs at your worry, shaking her head.

"I'm saving you. Don't you think you should be grateful?" Rhaenyra whispers to you, tempting you with Dragonstone once again to get away from The Greens. She's been doing it for the last couple days.

This time, however, Alicent manages to hear.

"Grateful? For this?" Alicent snaps, standing from the table and shocking everyone around her... Except Rhaenyra. "Do you think I don't know your intentions, Rhaenyra?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Rhaenyra muses, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You trying to tempt my handmaid!" The Green queen barks, eyes smoldering with disdain.

"I don't know what you mean, Alicent. Is the stress getting to you?" Rhaenyra grins...

Even when the two were calmed, dinner did not last long when the children started fighting.

All you ever hear is rumors, propaganda, and whispers. All you ever hear is war and fear mongering. All you ever hear is your two companions, your two queens, fighting...

It becomes quite clear that the longer the two fight and the more the tension grows... One queen is going to snap at the pressure. War is already dangerously close between the two sides of the family. The queens have a past with one another, both are very volatile with emotions....

Their rivalry with you has been brewing for years... some day... one way or another...

You may just be locked away so one can keep you... and the other cannot have you... sacrificing your freedom for their personal desires.

[liquid-bonhomme]

I feel like I've had the details of the BlackGryph0n situation forced upon me at gunpoint. . .

I'm not a brony. I'm not a . . . Fnafer-- whatever the fuck fnaf fans are called. I thought Billy Bustup was already canceled like, years ago. I didn't even notice Allister had a different voice actor until now.

I had never fucking heard of BlackGryph0n until now.

I don't really know what the state of the DestinyDoodles allegations are. As I understand it, their validity is somewhat in question. Again like, I try not to pass concrete verdicts anyway on sexual abuse allegations regardless as a general rule anyway. Whatever's going on with that, I hope everyone is getting support.

I do feel I have something to say in regards to a general comment about the . . . Situation with Gryph0n and his wife though. Less, like, as a direct passing of judgement on them, and more a bit of commentary in the abstract.

The place I'm from, let's call them, "questionable" relationships like the one Gryph0n has with his wife are . . . Not common, but not UNCOMMON. Happens enough I've seen a healthy sampling of similar relationship dynamics play out. And like-- this sort of shit typically doesn't end well.

Women who form these close attachments to much older men, who they marry right when they turn legal, whether there was any funny buisness or not-- not great. In general.

Before anyone decides to "um actually, my father delivered my mother as a baby and 18 years later their relationship was perfectly healthy and they run a bed and breakfast together in the Swamps of Dagobah--."

Yeah dawg I'm sure some people beat the fucking odds-- I'm speaking in generals here.

Like, I'm sorry-- but yeah marrying a much older man you've had a bond with since you were a kid is going to make your relationship kinda complicated and messy AT BEST. And frankly I do fucking raise an eyebrow at any man who'd agree to that-- even if he did nothing the prompt it.

I disagree with marrying a woman you've had any kind of personal relationship since she was a kid. That's a bad fucking idea. Actively groomed or not. That's my hottake here. Don't do it-- bad time 9.5/10 times. Liquid's seal of disapproval. Naughty.

But to be frank I'm utterly bewildered what any of you people making content about it now expect to be fucking done here.

Claire Collette is an ADULT NOW broskies. Adults are allowed to make bad life choices. Adults are allowed to marry other adults. Like, I'm sorry fam, but the window of opportunity for anything to be done about it is literally a decade past.

Like I've seen this almost exact scenario play out before, to be frank. Woman with very severe daddy issues marries a man much older man she sees as an almost surrogate father. Everyone kinda gets uncomfortable with it. People start to realize retroactively mistakes were made. Parents failed their child. A grown man may or may not have taken advantage of the situation, and that's real fucking icky.

And then they attack the alleged victim because they refuse to respect that at the moment she turns 18, that's now her choice to make.

The way I see you guys treating Claire online is genuinely fucking disgusting to me. Yes, if she was groomed, even if Gryph0n failed upwards into grooming her by accident even, regardless, she's going to defend him. Of👏 fucking👏 course 👏she👏 is. 👏 She wasn't married off at gunpoint fam.

I saw someone say online, without a shred of irony, "I feel bad for her, she was groomed, but I'm frustrated because she's also making it worse for other victims by defending him."

Oh yeah. Infantalize her. That'll help-- for sure. That's not a bullshit way to talk about someone who YOU are insisting is a victim at all.

Honest to God buckaroos-- despite how YOU feel about it, when/if ever a victim comes forward, THAT'S when you start supporting them AS a victim. Again, I don't really know what the state of the Destiny Doodles situation is. But if Destiny is the victim, THAT'S who you should be focused on.

Because even if Claire's relationship with Gryph0n ends, or the complicated nature of their relationship catches up with them-- or even one day she wakes up and realizes all ar once "oh my god I was groomed"-- there is ZERO garentee that her feelings about the situation are going to be as simple as, "I am a victim and he is a predator."

We don't know the specifics of their relationship. And regardless, she has every right, as an adult woman, to come to whatever conclusion she wishes about her relationships. She deserves the right to the space and the grace to work out her own feelings without people getting in her fucking face about it.

Especially if she was groomed, you are actively making it fucking worse. Denying her that. You do NOT get to steal her agency like that from her-- that's abhorrent.

What I have now heard of BlackGryph0n has not endeared me to that man. Groomer or not, I don't think him marrying Claire was cool. I think that was a bad choice, personally. I think, even if everything is above board, there is evidence he made some very bad choices when he engaged with fans. Especially minors. I think there's enough evidence that Claire's parents made bad choices. To be frank, at least based off of the vibes, I wouldn't personally be surprised if it turns out there is a victim SOMEWHERE in this tomfoolery.

But I don't know this man. I am not in his walls. I don't have his phone bugged. I don't know Claire. I am not communing with her via Cerebro. I am not privy to their most private moments. I do not know what vast in deep secrets she hides within her bones.

I'm not fucking married to either of them.

And neither are any of you. So everyone, slow your fucking roll and leave Claire alone.

Holy shit.

Edit: Sorry, my bad she didn't marry him as soon as she turned 18. That was misinformation. There's so much shit out there about this right now I'm having a hard time sifting through it.

My general point here still stands. Don't think it's sister slay to marry a woman you had a close relationship with while she was a child and you were an adult. I have not seen that work out well for people. But that is 100% Claire's choice to make past 18. Groomed or not. And my general feelings over the dynamics of their relationship is, uh, not enough to impose that opinion on either of them. Because, duh.

[briarberrythornedhart]

Prompted by: “sitting in his lap would probably fix me”

“Hey!” Eddie snapped his fingers in your direction. “You’ve got initiative, what’s your move?”

It works, his long, strong, fingers are able to snap you out of the near fugue state you’d been in, just staring at the dungeon master and lusting after him with every fiber of your being, pining because he is so close and so far away and sooo unattainable. You clear your throat.

“I try to reason with…”

All the groans from the other players and the slap of Gareth’s hand to his face suddenly overwhelm you with noise and you feel ever so slightly unwelcome again.

They weren’t gatekeeper-misogynists at all and had welcomed you without prejudice - they’d had girl members before so you were nothing new… but your wanting to solve everything through non-violence was getting on even sweet Grant’s last nerve. He’s biting his nails, which you know means he’s losing his cool too.

“Silence!” Eddie commands the other players. He leans your way from his perch in his throne. “They are goblins. You don’t speak goblin, they are going to attack you…” It’s a teeny bit patronizing. He is equal parts threatening and pleading with you. Warning you he can’t save you from yourself. He isn’t going to go easy on you. He isn’t the type and that has only intensified your crush on him.

“You have the perfect spell…” Lucas points to the relevant spell on your character sheet. Max’s boyfriend is hoping to smooth things over, help you make a good decision, for the good of the party.

But you are relentless. “They are not mindless zombies, they have language and art. They live in villages and raise their children. You can’t tell me they are evil because of their... genetics. It’s the god Maglubiyet who is the real villian.”

Eddie smiles but it is 40% grimace. “I agree with you.... and Whilst I respect your commitment to your alignment and your character, you know you can’t personally resolve milennia-old war between the Goblins and....everyone. And you are running out of time, one is raising a horn to his mouth....”

“I bend down and draw in the dirt road - I draw a box...” You sketch your idea on some loose notebook paper from your journal. “With three stick figures in it, and then draw jail bars over the stick figures.”

Eddie watches you - bemused - as you attempt to negotiate a hostage exchange via cartoons drawn in dirt.

He nods, lips set in the smirk that usually means he’s contemplating a rug pull. “The Goblins look at your drawings. Their mouths hang open. One scratches his protruding belly. One nudges the other with his elbow. Dustin, you rolled next highest Initiative. What do you do?”

You know Dustin has your back. And Lucas will probably want to see how your gambit plays out. But Gareth sneaks up behind the goblins and captures them and everything devolves into violence from there.

Jeff ends up with a Goblin speared on his sword, Grant gets an injury you’ll have to heal next game. No one seems pleased. You feel like you’ve been through the Kobayashi Maru test.

Eddie calls a break for pizza and asks you to hang back for a second.

This is when I get kicked out for ruining the game for everyone, You think.

“You are working through something, aren’t you?” Eddie is hugging his knees in his throne. He is threading his pointer finger through the worn holes in his jeans and popping the threads.

“What?”

“Well, you have been staring... like eyes unfocused and hands clenched and - like - it’s totally okay you don’t want to fight. It’s not all about dungeon crawls and fighting baddies... but if you need to talk about... it. Whatever it is - I’m here. You know.... I c-care. Okay? We’re friends - I want you to know I’ll support you.”

“That’s sweet.” It is - it stings like a slap that you are only ever going to be friends, but it’s sweet too. Sweet-Bitter.

Eddie sighs, looks down and then back up at you through his messy curls, “You know, sometimes I think you’d be happier as dungeon master. You wanna try running a one-shot sometime? See if you’d like it?”

You laugh, “As if you’d share your throne.” You tease. He’s got you all wrong. You don’t want to be in control. You just want him to tell you to do different things. Put you in different situations. Hellfire Club has gotten so much more difficult lately because you can’t stop thinking about Eddie and wanting him in every way.

“I totally would.” Eddie looks faux hurt. He scoots himself to the side in the throne, closes his legs together like he NEVER does and brings his hands in to shove between his knees, leaving you maybe 6-8 inches of space. “Look, I can make room.”

“That’s not enough room for my ass.” You shake your head, smiling. Probably blushing, you feel the heat on your cheeks.

You measure your hips and hold up your hands to show him.

You think he probably doesn’t notice that you bite your lip whenever he is this close. You can just catch the scent of his leather jacket and his aftershave or deodorant whatever it is that makes you want to tear his Hellfire club shirt off with your teeth?? Whatever it is, It’s delicious.

“I see your point. You’re just gonna have to sit in my lap.” He shrugs. Smirks. Pats his thigh.

[ghostgirl-22]

Edit: Making this into a rules/info post to avoid spamming.

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Won’t write: rape/non-con, violence/assault, major character death, underage sex ( it’s not always explicitly stated but you can assume all characters I write engaging in nsfw activities are 18+ even in high school), puppy play (not because I don’t enjoy reading it I just can’t write it), gross and blue writing like scat, vomit, blood (piss doesn’t count I was corrupted at a young age so you can send your piss!kink though I won’t promise anything lol). I love to deviate from canon but a full on AU just doesn’t interest me ( i.e. the trio never met, gender-swap, creature fics a la vampires, they play a different sport or have different jobs as in they never played tennis, Lily’s never born, etc).

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Whoa! Realizing I can see the dates on your asks. After this next one I’m finally done with the November set 😅😭

I hope y’all can forgive my tendency to take forever to get back to you and always with some fic where I ramble on too long. I’m trying to control myself but I’ve never met a word I didn’t want to repeat at least 3 times in a row followed by a nonsensical dash or an ellipsis😭.

Also please forgive me if I spam a bit more over the next few days. Gonna try and make the most of winter break and lock in when/if I can…

[rosedive]

@jegulus-microfic - December 13 - prompt: jail - words: 1,282

tw: alcohol abuse, mentions of past minor character death, unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamics

He doesn’t understand why James is making such a big deal out of this. People who love you hurt you; it’s inevitable. But, they still love you, so that’s should be enough… right?

So what if over the last few months, since his mother’s death, he’s taken to getting drunk and getting mean. So what if he stopped showing up for work, and stopped cleaning his house, and stopped letting James hold him. So what if he can only stand to tell James he loves him after drink number 3, and if by 4 he’s criticizing him, and if by 5 he’s weepy.

Why should any of that matter?

Regulus loves him. James knows that.

Is James saying that’s not enough? Because, if so, that’s just not fair. Regulus has been torn to shreds by the people who love him his entire life, and he’s never left, because that’s just how love is. He thought James understood that.

But now, here he is, drunk and alone in a cold holding cell. He’d really thought it was quite ridiculous when the bar owner had called the police after Barty punched that guy, the one who Regulus had been running his mouth off too. After all, it was just one little punch, and the guy was probably fine. There wasn’t even that much blood.

But then there were sirens and two officers were questioning him—Barty already in the backseat of the cruiser, unable to stop himself from mouthing off, even if he wanted to—and unfortunately for the officers, they’d caught Regulus after drink number 4, so he was anything but kind or respectful.

During the ride to the station, Barty had mumbled on and on about how this was pointless, because Evan would bail him out in under an hour, and he had been right. Regulus hadn’t even questioned that the same would be the case for him, when he called James.

But, there was a small voice in his head telling him it wouldn’t be the same. Because—James had broken up with him, just a few days ago, hadn’t he?

Regulus brushed the thought off. It didn’t matter, it wouldn’t stick; Regulus loved James, and that meant he could hurt him, and James would stick around. Because to love is enough.

Except…

Well, now it’s been an hour, and Barty has already left—he offered to have Evan bail him out too, but he’d stubbornly declined, because James would come.

As the minutes tick past, Regulus begins to doubt this thought, replaying the short call he’d been allowed to make. It had never even crossed his mind to dial Sirius’ number, or anyone else. It was James. It was always James.

“Regulus?” James had answered tiredly, seemingly already knowing it would be him. Perhaps calling past 3 am had become too common of an occurrence, but Regulus didn’t dwell on it.

James had been silent while Regulus slurred his way through a recount of the events, and then silent for a few moments after, before sighing.

“I love you, you know that?” James had whispered into the line, and for some reason it had made Regulus’ stomach drop. Because it didn’t sound like it was enough—it sounded like goodbye.

“I know,” Regulus shakily replied, wetting his lips. For some reason, he couldn’t form the words back.

(He loved him, and love is enough, so he wouldn’t say goodbye, too.)

The line went dead.

Regulus is still waiting.

The longer he has to sober up, the more he begins to question what this means. James has claimed to love him more times than his mother ever did, and yet she never left. How can James say those words and then just—

“Regulus Black,” An officer calls out, approaching his cell and interrupting his thoughts. Regulus stands up quickly, so quick that his head begins to spin a bit. “It’s your lucky night; you’ve been bailed out.”

Hope swirls in his chest.

Pride and a smug sense of satisfaction because ha—he knew it. Love is enough; and so James came.

Except—

When he follows the officer into the lobby, he’s not greeted with warm tired eyes nor messy dark curls nor James in his soft red pajama pants—the ones patterned with bucks across them. No, instead he finds Sirius, hands in the pockets of his jacket, messy hair pulled back into a bun, eyes looking wary.

The hurt and worry and confusion sting more than Regulus had anticipated.

After filling out some paperwork, they walk out into the cool night in silence. Regulus’ world is falling apart, and that’s not something he wants to discuss with Sirius at nearly 4 in the morning, but apparently it is something Sirius wants to discuss, because he sighs upon getting it into his car and starting it up.

“You have to stop doing this to yourself,” he pleads gently. “She’s not worth spiraling over. She’s not worth losing the people you love over.”

She’s not worth losing James over, is what he means to say. Regulus knows it.

“He said he loved me.”

There’s a pause.

“What?” Sirius asks quietly, tired and sad eyes turned upon Regulus.

“He said he loved me,” Regulus repeats blankly. “And he’s not here, so clearly he didn’t. Mother—she would be here.”

Because she loved him. And love is enough.

Sirius stares at him for a few moments longer, something Regulus can’t quite interpret in his expression. Then, he puts the car in drive, and begins to pull out of the parking lot. They don’t speak for a while, and Regulus assumes this is because he has stumped Sirius, shown him that clearly James never really loved him. Because Regulus did—does—love James, so if the roles were reversed, he’d do anything. Even now, it’s James that he dials while drunk.

They pull up to a red light, and Sirius releases a soft exhale before glancing over at Regulus. In the soft glow, where Sirius’ face is only illuminated by fluorescent red, Regulus can see just how exhausted he is.

But he came, a voice in his head supplies. Because he loves Regulus, and love is enough.

“James loves you,” Sirius says softly, and Regulus wants to snort and argue, but Sirius doesn’t give him the chance. “So much so that he won’t sit around and do nothing while you destroy yourself. So much so that’s he’s in our flat, probably worrying himself to death, waiting for me to call and say that you’re okay. So much so that he’s willing to stay away from you—which is killing him, by the way—if he thinks that’s what will help stop this spiral.”

Regulus doesn’t know what to say to that because—because isn’t love pain? Isn’t love supposed to hurt? Isn’t love still showing up despite that?

“James loves you.”

But.

But.

But.

He wants to scream. He wants to thrash and kick and throw a tantrum like a child. Because if James loved him he’d be here, right? That’s what love is!

And still—

There’s a pain in his chest, an undeniable aching in his heart, that tells him maybe this is love. He wasn’t wrong to think that love can be pain, but he was wrong to think that it was mutual commiseration in it.

Because maybe love is pain, sometimes, but maybe it’s supposed to be painful in the way resetting a broken bone is—agony that leads to healing. Maybe, right now, this pain is from Regulus continuing to snap, and James continuing to put him back. Maybe James is leaving, so Regulus has to learn how to do it on his own.

Maybe love is enough, just not in the way he thought.

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Wojira's Ghost Season 5 Rewrite-ish

Plus the seasons before it, but whatevs-

So if you've been reading my Morrotober posts, you might remember my Day 6 prompt featuring my Wojira's Ghost AU. This is slightly inspired by someone's Storm Tether AU, which I can't find anymore.

Mostly follows canon until Season 5, but from Nya's perpective, of course with Ghost Morro being himself.

More Lloyd and Nya content, because while this is Wojira Duo centric, I love them too!

In season 3 and 4, Morro and Garmadon hang out, and it is revealed to Nya that they know each other and are quite close.

Morro acts... weird around Wu. Even the mention of the old man gets him into a mood.

This, of course, builds up tension between Morro and Nya.

At the end of Season 4, Morro and Nya get into a huge argument, and Morro leaves.

Now starting on Season 5's rewrite!

Wu and Misako (btw in this AU there's no romantic stuff between them, and the letter thing never happens) start up a tea shop together, having the Ninja help out with it when they can

Speaking of the Ninja, here's how they (and the Wojira Duo) are doing:

Kai is very happy Zane's back; he's quite clingy and protective of the titanium man. However, he also worries a lot about his younger siblings, who have been avoidant and down ever since Sensei Garmadon sacrificed himself.

Cole has been mostly hanging out with the other Main 4 and spending time with his dad. After Sensei Garmadon's sacrifice, he realizes how easy it is for his family to leave and has been more interactive with his loved ones since. He's worried about Lloyd and Nya, who have been distant.

Jay has been hanging out with Zane a bunch since he was found. He worries a lot about his girlfriend, who seems to be super upset about Sensei Garmadon's sacrifice, but Jay thinks there's something else going on. He tries his best to be there for Nya and Lloyd as they deal with what they're struggling through.

Zane has been happy, as he's with his family now and has Pixal back. He feels as if they are being a bit overprotective, though he doesn't really mind. He is concerned about Lloyd who is handling Sensei Garmadon's sacrifice rather badly. Nya is also upset about something she will not admit, so he will be patient with her nd be there when she needs him.

Lloyd has been burying himself in his Ninja duties, and when he's not on a mission or training he's in his room pouring over anything he can find about the Cursed Realm and realm travel. He mostly eats in the silence of his old room and often cries himself to sleep. He's noticed Nya's also sad about something, and sometimes they exist in the same room doing fheir own respective things in silent solidarity.

Nya spends most of her time avoiding people. The only person she's really around is Lloyd. She regrets her fight with Morro, and wishes she understood why he had an issue with Sensei Wu. She waits, hoping he might pop up and they can apologize.

Morro is no longer tied to Ninjago. By leaving Nya and abandoning his job of watching over her, he accidentally sent himself back to the Cursed Realm. He realized his mistake and regrets it immensely. The Preemminent recognizes that and preys on it, and essentially possesses Morro using his regret, lingering hatred of Lloyd getting the title of the Green Ninja, and left over, messy feelings about Wu (burnt out gifted kid-core).

So yeah, Lloyd, Morro, and Nya are not doing great...

But, Lloyd learns about something called the Realm Crystal, which can teleport you to any realm! He asks Wu about it, and Wu tells him that the Realm Crystal was in the FSM's tomb, but there was no message left behind to find it.

And, Nya discovered that she has the ability to control water! She asked Sensei Wu about it, and he confessed he didn't want to tell her, as she had already become Samurai X. They agree that her learning how to control her abilities does not have to change her being Samurai X, and she starts training.

Anyways, instead of Morro escaping, Wrayth escapes! He steals the Allied Armor of Azure, summons Bansha, Ghoultar, and Soul Archer, and show up at Wu and Misako's tea shop to steal Wu's staff. By some stroke of luck and a lot of teamwork, the ghosts get the staff and escape the Ninja.

Of course, the Ninja also had the symbols copied down, and they embark on their journey to get the Realm Crystal, both to stop Wrayth and co. and get Sensei Garmadon back (and Nya to get Morro back).

It bounces back and forth between the Ninja learning Airjitzu (CYCLONDO), getting the Sword of Sanctuary, and finding the tomb, and Garmadon and Morro in the Cursed Realm, with the last we see of them Morro becoming fully possessed by the Preeminent. Cole doesn't get turned into a ghost. Yet. Also all the stuff with Ronin happens.

The Ninja and the ghosts fight over the Realm Crystal in the tomb, and Lloyd gets taken hostage. Kai pulls the same trick he uses in canon Season 5, and Cole gets turned into a ghost by Wrayth's chain-blade-thing. The ghosts scamper off to Stiix and bring the Preeminent to Ninjago, with the grand reveal of...

Morro

Possessed, angry, violent Morro.

He's an almost complete contrast to the Morro that Nya knows, this one lashes out, yells a lot, and is very harsh. He is nothing like the soft-voiced, distantly caring ghost she grew up with. But, the weirdest part is how much he targeted Sensei.

Then, she looks over and sees Wu. Wu, who looks shocked, crestfallen, and remorseful. Wu, who knows Morro.

Wu hastily explains during the fight that Morro was his first student, which triggered a rage from Morro, who screamed about his past. The one thing he never told Nya.

The Ninja are all knocked down, save for Lloyd, who was tasked with getting the Realm Crystal and wasn't there. Wu is stuck in his head. Nya is the only one left. She talks with Morro. She apologizes. She apologizes again and again, relentless, as Morro seems to come to his senses.

Then, he screams, and a haunting, sickly sweet voice permeates the air from seemingly everywhere. It's the Preeminent. She tells Morro that Nya is lying, that no one cares for him, and that his destiny was stolen.

Nya is pissed off. She just wants her ghost friend back. So, she summons a big ass wave and drowns the tentacled horror, and Lloyd teleports back with his father in tow.

The Ninja ask how Nya knew Morro, and she explains that she grew up with Morro watching over her. Morro elaborates and tells them how Kai, as a kid, summoned and bound him to Nya. The Ninja also ask how Nya summoned that wave, because she and Wu never told them about her powers, and she tells them that she's the Elemental Master of Water, but is still Samurai X.

While the Ninja + Nya and Sensei Garmadon talk about that, Morro and Wu talk. Wu apologizes and tells Morro how he should never had made it seem like Morro needed to be the Green Ninja, and that he was already good enough just being himself. Wu also apologizes for not chasing after Morro, and that it was wrong of him as a teacher and father.

It ends with Morro meeting the Ninja and they all hang out as a big happy family

And that's how Season 5 goes in Wojira's Ghost! Let me know if you want me to elaborate on the other seasons in this AU, or character dynamics/relationships.

[raedroid]

Kiss Writing Prompt #2

Songfic: Calling Dr. Love

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Destroyer sold like hotcakes back in March and Kiss were slowly going up higher and higher on the charts. In fact, Beth had just won them the People’s Choice Award that year and they were starting to sell out concerts almost everywhere they went. However, they don’t have Bob Ezrin anymore to help them out and Gene especially is having a hard time getting inspiration for lyrics.

Paul took a notice of his partners struggle. Between the two of them, Paul always had the upper hand when it came to writing lyrics. Gene actually envied him and hoped he was just as good as him. Despite their ups and downs, he does understand and respect Paul for who he is and his skills.

Paul came by to Gene’s apartment nearby, just around 10 minutes to drive to. Once he got there, he saw a young blonde woman coming out, enchanting him.

“Umm… is Gene here?” He stammered.

“Oh yeah. Obviously. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Stanley.” She answered politely. He smiled and kissed her hand. “Whats the occasion?”

“Just needed to ask him something. It’s about the next album so it’s kinda classified.” He replied

“Oh I see. Yeah he told me he was struggling with a song in particular. He needs words and I thought I could help out a bit.” She remarked

“Well I appreciate you helping out. I’m gonna see what he’s up to.” Paul went up the stairs to the front door and saw the woman blowing him a kiss and pointed at his pocket. He checked and found a slip of paper with her number on it. He smirked before putting it back and waved at her, watching her walk away. Paul knocked on the door and Gene opened it up frantically, wearing a dark bathrobe and his hair messy

“Hey man! Sorry about my look today!” He greeted nervously

“No problem?” Paul said questionably, walking inside and taking a seat on the sofa. “So you had a good time. Needed a distraction?” He asked jokingly and Gene rolled his eyes

“I don’t know. Yes I guess? I’m just struggling with this one song! I’ve got a melody but lyrics is just a struggle for some reason. It’s about a woman yes but I’m starting to run out of ideas.” He replied, sitting down next to him.

“Think about your time with that girl? What did she say to you? What happened?” He asked.

“Well one thing she said that got my gears grinding. I was telling her my problem and she said “The first step of the cure is a kiss.” I don’t know, it just felt good.” He admitted. As Gene continued to talk about his encounter, along with *very* TMI stuff thrown in as well, Paul started to get an idea on what he should write but also on how to get that girl

“What else?” Paul asked

“Oh she said something like “I’ve got the cure you’re thinking of.” And I said something like “You need my love so badly.” I don’t know that’s all I can think about.” Gene concluded. “So what can I do?”

“Hey I think you got something going man. And trust me, from what I’ve gathered, that woman can give such good inspiration.” Paul teased, getting up from the sofa and heading towards the door

“Where are you off to?” Gene asked. Paul showed the paper with her number on it and smirked. “Oh you gonna do a little get together?” He teased.

“Yep. So thank you Dr. Love. For giving me the tips and tricks to this new girl.” Paul replied, leaving and heading out the door. Gene stared at the door surprised by the nick name

“Dr. Love huh?” He murmured to himself. All of the statements that he and this woman exchanged were all flooding back to him and suddenly, inspiration started flowing in his mind. This woman really had something special in that moment. He grabbed the nearest paper and pencil next to him and rushed back to the sofa, writing down anything his mind was processing

You need my love baby all so bad

You’re not the only one I’ve ever had

And you said you want to set me free

Don’t you know you’ll be in misery

They call me (Dr. Love)

They call me Dr. Love (Calling Dr. Love)

I’ve got the cure you’re thinking of (Calling Dr. Love)

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Tagging: @elrohare @spacedoutman @a-ack

[amypihcs]

HELLO! Awfully late cause uni, got back home late, let's start with today's story! Watson is going like you-don't-know-what-i-saw

Well, he saw MANY things, but this one beats them all

He FAINTED on OUR HEARTRUG! They looked at each other. tried VERY HARD not to laugh. spat a lung laughing without ROARING with laughter (they will roar when Watson will write the case down and comment aloud to Holmes who WON'T be able to stifle his giggles, lol). Now -giggling- let's help this poor soul

BRANDY! the universal medicine (no, watson, just... no.)

Well, looks like it half works toh

Watson: absolute exhaustion -GLARE AT HOLMES- Maybe just hunger and fatigue Holmes: -angelic face and innocent whistling as he searches the client- (Watson WILL remind Holmes of Doctor Huxtable when he refuses to eat because 'he can't afford energies to digestion')

They're both so competent at the respective jobs! They're the perfect couple! Oh he's back to himself! Good! And he starts rambling as sure as he has the gift of word again. Give that man some milk and biscuits, PLEASE!

Huxtable gets a bit more back to himself and here we start talking business

No doctor, i'm sorry. My husband partner and i are damn busy. Is your case interesting important enough for me to move from A TON OF STUFF TO DO? WAINT, KIDNAPPED CHILD??!

TALK, MAN!

Holmes: Tried to keep it secret uh? - going through his index -Very silly of him! oh god, he has half the alphabet after his name. Mr Half-Alph-Man must be pretty important, uh? Headmaster: IMPORTANT. AND. RICH.

Lol, doctor, you know, right, that Holmes despises rich clients usually? Exp for the way they act

WAIT HOW MUCH DID YOU SAY?? Watson, we could send all our irregulars to university with THAT much money! AND have even less monetary worries than now AND buy that cottage we were talking about! We go, right? -insert watson nodding- Now, TELL US THE FACTS.

Holmes' detectivey senses are tingling. And is thanking god the headmaster TRULY CARES about the boy and is not going to say half truths! Guess Holmes' domestic abuse/messy domestic life traumas senses are also tingling!

Watson drinking his husband's imagine like it's the best hot chocolate ASIDE! Holmes is VERY annoyed by the way the case has been handled! You CAN'T give me such a case! The usual herd of buffalo must have passed already! gr! most DEPLORABLE!

And in fact Holmes is cursing every god he's heard of in his travels. In italian. We're professionals of that. How the HELL do you hope to find this boy now? Does his father even CARE?

A SCENT! FINALLY! A man on a bike disappeared as well! OH DOCTOR, please.

even Watson in our early days could do better than this. Love you Watson, you are MUCH better. Try and lubricate those gears in your head, headmaster, c'mon!

MAKES MORE SENSE, UH?

Well, did he receive anything that could've prompted a flight?

Oh yeah. Father of the year already. Holmes is UNIMPRESSED. (and as daughter of split parents i can say that the sympathies of the child are usually with the parents who behaves REASONABLY in a situation.)

Going over.

Ah, you also know from 'confidential talks.' wow. We'll go as soon as i get my suitcase, you telegraph and tell NOT to say that the Liverpool line has been a total blank. My dearest and myself can still solve something.

Mrs Hudson gets them a picnic basket (i loved that scene from the granada serie. perfect.) and they get to the school.

GASP! LETTER ON THE TABLE! PSST PSST PSST.

Get that man some chamomille, please. He needs it. No need to be this anxious, doctor.

BUT OF COURSE. The duke. He doesn't look like in the pics.

So I, DOCTOR WATSON, will describe him PROPERLY. Oh and the secretary is quite pretty, uh. Yes, Holmes, i love you and you only, but you need to admit he was pretty. (Holmes gets kissed after this-)

W-what? STOP FAULTING THE ONE MAN WHO DID THE RIGHT THING!

It's almost as you wouldn't want the case to be solved, Wilder... Well, languid time for Holmes. I LIKE this case, the air is good and my handsome partner has been pestering em for country air for months. I shall UNDOUBTEDLY take this case. You decide if you help me or i fuck you up!

Poor doctor toh! Luckily the duke has still a brain somewhere there.

Holmes asks some questions and then... last one. the letter!

oh YES, god forbid HiS GrAcE had to lift his noble ass. Of COURSE you posted it, Wilder.

Let's see how this case will go!

[kptssecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @dr-lemurr!

Dr-lemurr, it was a pleasure to write this for you. All your prompts were delightful and it was super hard to pick! I hope you have a wonderful festive season, and a wonderful 2024.

TAGS: BigTae, corset, skirt, unrequited feelings, getting together, frotting, blink and you’ll miss it but it is there, handjobs, happy ending, both kinds I guess

*****

Heartbreak In A Short Skirt

“Ah, Big, there you are! Tae needs your body,” Tankhun cried. Big, who had only just opened the door to his rooms, froze just inside the doorway and stared at Khun Nu in disbelief. He had, for a long time now, dreamed that one day he might be lucky enough to hear something similar, but in his secret daydreams, Tankhun was never there.

“Oh my god,” Tae muttered in English. Big tried not to show how much he liked the sound of the phrase, the way Tae’s voice curled around the words before letting them go. “Khun, that is not what I said!”

Tae rose gracefully from the couch and crossed to stand in front of Big, who tried to keep his face respectfully neutral even while he longed to breathe deeply and lose himself in the heady scent of Tae’s perfume.

“I’m sorry about him,” Tae said, rolling his eyes in Tankhun’s direction before smiling at Big as if they were sharing a secret. As if they were the sort of friends who could share a secret. “What he meant to say was - do you remember last month, you came with Kinn and I to that art gallery?”

“Of course, Khun Tae,” Big replied politely. He wouldn’t have phrased it that way - he’d been working that evening, not accompanying them like a friend or guest, but he did remember the gallery. The exhibition hadn’t been to his taste, but he’d enjoyed the evening anyway. 

Big always did, when Tae was there.

“Well, I was showing a friend some of the photos I took that night, and they saw you in them - just, you know, hanging around the artworks, it wasn’t - I didn’t take pictures of you - anyway, the thing is, they’re a fashion designer and they’ve got a launch coming up, and they - well, we - thought you would be the most perfect model for their new line.”

“I see,” Big said carefully. He shot Tankhun a look over the top of Tae’s head, in case he had an Opinion(™) about that, but he just looked bored.

“I said I’d ask you, anyway, and of course you can say no if you don’t want to, only you’d be saving their skin if you said yes.” Tae paused and looked up at him; he looked happier than Big had seen him in a long time. Certainly happier than he’d looked since he’d finally shaken Khun Time loose. “They’re a good friend of mine, so I’d consider it a personal favour.”

“Yes?” Big said. It was closer to a question than he’d meant it to be, but Tae didn’t seem to mind.

“I - oh! Yes?” Tae asked, looking at him eagerly. “Yes, for real? Oh, Big, thank you, I owe you such a massive favour! Whatever you want, just let me know.”

Big thought about the favour he’d really like to ask for, and bit his tongue, and smiled politely. And that was how, with a calm and respectful nod, and his true feelings locked tightly away where no one would ever find them, he became a runway model.

***

The show was packed, Big was alarmed to discover, peeking around the curtains that hid the manic, messy, chaotic backstage area. He hastily tugged the curtain back into place and turned to see Tae watching him carefully.

“Are you ok?” Tae asked kindly. “If you have stage fright, you know, you can just look at me. I’ll be in the front row, near the end of the catwalk. Just pretend I’m the only person there. After all, you’re not scared of me, are you?”

“No, who could be scared of you, Khun Tae,” Big said nervously. “You’re too kind to be scary.” He didn’t add that fear was so far from how he felt about Tae that it might as well be another country. 

“Oh, that’s sweet of you,” Tae said with a smile. Like so many of his smiles, it didn’t quite reach his eyes, but Big thought he looked a little less sad than usual, today. “Ok, off you go and get changed. I have to find my seat. Good luck, and remember, I’ll be the only person out there.” He patted Big on the arm and left; the touch of his hand lingered on Big’s skin as long as the scent of his perfume lingered in the air.

Big changed into his first outfit mechanically. He’d spent a long and frankly boring day at Kamon’s atelier earlier in the week, being fitted for the three outfits he’d be wearing at the show today, and at the time he’d been annoyed at giving up so much of his time for such a seemingly useless cause. Now, though, he was glad of the practice run; his hands shook slightly and the silk belt he was trying to fasten kept slipping loose. 

The first walk was the worst. Big had practised everything, but he hadn’t remembered about the noise; the show had loud, thumping music playing at a volume that made it impossible to hear his own thoughts.

Maybe that was for the best though, as the moment he stepped out from behind the curtain, all he could see was Tae. And for all that Tae had told him to look at him and him alone, it didn’t feel right. Big was sure that he would never have suggested it - would never have given Big permission! - if he knew how Big felt when he looked at Tae. 

In any case, it certainly wasn’t the cure for stage fright that Tae had thought it would be. Big could feel his heart pounding, far faster than it ought to have been for such a simple walk. As he reached the end of the catwalk and paused, dropping a hip diligently the way Kamon had shown him, the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears finally blocked out the terrible music and Big risked a glance at Tae.

Looking directly at him was a mistake. Tae was the sun, shining brightly as though he were the one under the spotlights, as though he were the one in the bejewelled silk dress that glittered like a galaxy when he moved even the tiniest fraction. Big stared at him, pretty and lovely and everything that he wanted and could never have, and wondered how it could be possible that all the eyes in the room were on Big when Tae was right there.

Tae gave him an encouraging smile, sweet and hopeful, and then gestured discreetly with his chin. Big shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned on his heel. The walk back down the runway felt longer, somehow.

Outfit two was more of the same; Big’s palms sweated a little less and his heart rate dropped out of a worrying range, but otherwise it was loud and awkward and he felt ridiculous in the oversized suit Kamon put him in. (Why, he wanted to ask, did you spend so long measuring me, just to dress me in a shapeless tent? But he bit his lip and did his little walk for them, and pretended Tae’s soft smile meant things it didn’t, just to fortify himself for the walk back.)

It wasn’t until Big was halfway down the catwalk in his third outfit that he realised how he felt. This look, with its miniskirt and long leather boots, and tightly-laced leather corset to match, had been his favourite when trying them on; moving in it was something else altogether. He felt almost drunk on the feeling of power the added height gave him, the way the heels made him change his posture to keep his balance, the way that even the people in the front who had eyed him with disinterest a few moments earlier were now leaning forward in their seats to get a better look. 

As he approached the end of the runway, Big prepared to turn one last time. He took one last step, dropped his hip, looked down at Tae and nearly fell on his face. Instead of his encouraging smile, Tae was staring at him with his mouth agape, the corner of his tongue poking out to one side, and his hands were gripping his knees, bunching up the fabric so tightly Big was sure he must be giving himself bruises. Big almost opened his mouth to ask if he was ok, before he remembered that he was currently occupied, and he didn’t think Tae would thank him for fucking up his friend’s important show.

Frowning, Big turned on his heel and headed backstage for the last time. As his head snapped round, he saw Tae standing up and walking away out of the corner of his eye. The sight distracted him and he nearly missed his step, only just catching himself in time to avoid tumbling to the floor.

“Was that ok?” Big asked Kamon the second the curtains cut off the sight of the audience. “I thought - it felt ok, but then Khun Tae left, was something wrong?” 

“I don’t think he left because anything was wrong,” Kamon said, in a tone of voice that suggested Big was being very dense. “But why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“Ask me what?” Tae said, behind Big. He spun around on his heel - he was good at that now, he noticed, but then he’d always been a quick study - and found Tae staring at him again, with that same shocked intensity. “You wanted to ask me something?”

“I just wondered if something looked weird,” Big mumbled. “You were staring at me, that’s all. I mean, everyone was, it’s not… it doesn’t matter. It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, Big,” Tae said quickly. “I, um. This outfit looked even better on the runway than I expected, that’s all.”

“Ah, Tae, I meant to ask you,” Kamon interjected. “I have to check on the rest of the models, but Big mentioned he has to get back to Kinn soon. Could you give him a hand changing out of this outfit? The corset can be tricky to unlace alone, and I don’t want to risk scratching the leather.” 

“Oh, I don’t need -” Big started to say, but Tae was already nodding and giving his friend solemn assurances that the corset would be in the best, most careful hands. Big felt a small, warm hand on his wrist, and before he knew it, he was being dragged into another room.

“That,” Tae said quietly, once they were alone, “was amazing. You looked amazing, Big - oh, you still do, of course. You look - I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I just… oh my god.” Tae’s hand was still clasped gently around his wrist; Big hoped he couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating, a frantic rhythm that gave the lie to his cool demeanour.

There were so many things Big wanted to say to him. He settled on part of the truth, if he couldn’t give him the whole thing. “You never make me uncomfortable, Khun Tae,” he said quietly. “I was just worried something was wrong with the outfit, or… I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin Khun Kamon’s show, I know it’s important to you.”

“It is,” Tae said distractedly. He couldn’t seem to meet Big’s eyes; instead, his gaze hovered over the corset, darting back and forth between the tightly-cinched waist and the top of the leather, where two straps stretched past his collarbones to wrap around his neck. “It’s - thank you, I should say that now, in case Kamon forgets later, it’s so busy in there.” 

“It’s been a pleasure,” Big said. He almost stopped there, kept silent still, but the lust in Tae’s gaze was as clear as the best gin and twice as strong, and it made him bolder than he would normally dare to be. “I’d do anything for you, you know.”

That was enough to win back Tae’s attention. His eyes snapped up, meeting Big’s gaze with shock and desire writ clear on his face. “Big?”

“I don’t mean to overstep. I hope that wasn’t too much,” Bug murmured. “But you’re so - so lovely, and I thought you should know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Tae took a step towards him and reached up, sliding a finger across the edge of the corset, tracing the shoreline between leather and skin. “I thought you didn’t notice me at all. You’re so cold, and the way you look at me… I thought I’d never hear you say anything half as nice to me.”

“You really don’t mind? Because there are so many other things I could tell you, I could say how pretty you are, or how kind,” Big said, feeling flush with bravery, as though Tae’s touch was filling him with courage and quelling the part of him that always held himself back. “I could tell you how I’ve seen you for years, and wished I could make things better for you, or how I - mmmph!”

Big’s confession was interrupted, but he didn’t care at all, because Tae was kissing him and it was everything he’d dreamt it would be, and more. He wanted to stop and tell him, but the thought of breaking away, of ending such a magical moment by choice, of voluntarily letting his lips leave Tae’s, was unthinkable.

The decision was made for him by Tae, who pulled back but then immediately came close again and kissed him in the centre of his chest, halfway between the straps that had so entranced him. Looking up at him with eyes blown wide with lust, he traced their path with stuttering fingers, beside the straps, up the side of Big’s neck, along his jaw. 

“Can I take this off you?” Tae asked. 

Big didn’t trust himself to speak; he nodded roughly and turned around, bracing himself against the wall, and shuddered when he felt Tae step up behind him. With gentle hands on his hips, Tae nudged him into position, and then reached up to unbuckle the strap around his neck, fingers moving achingly slowly. When that fell loose, he untied the laces knotted at the base of his spine. It wasn’t until he exhaled that Big realised he could feel Tae’s breath on the back of his neck, gusting shakily over his skin as nimble fingers loosened the cords cinching him in tight, caging him in Kamon’s leather shell. As Tae freed him, Big felt he was shaking off a second skin, or bursting forth from a cocoon, born anew under Tae’s tender touch. 

Big nearly jolted out of his skin again when Tae kissed his back, a hot press of his mouth to the nape of his neck. He worked his way down, kissing along Big’s spine and stroking along his ribs. It wasn’t until he stepped away and turned him around that Big realised what he was doing; kissing down the centre of Big’s torso, his fingers traced up and down the lines the corset’s boning had left on him, light red depressions that stood out starkly on his pale skin. 

“You like them?” Big asked, covering Tae’s hand with his own and dragging them together from his nipple down to his waist. 

“I do,” Tae whispered, intrigued and sounding almost ashamed of his fascination. “Do they hurt?”

“Not even a little bit,” Big told him. Tae nodded thoughtfully and kissed his chest again.

Cupping Tae’s chin, Big tipped his face up gently and kissed his mouth, savouring the taste of him as much as the eagerness with which he opened up for Big. His desire made him soft and pliable, until it was easy to imagine that he wanted this as much as Big did, that this was more than a convenient if unexpected encounter that he’d forget about as soon as it was done. 

With a low, short growl, Big spun them round so Tae was pressed up against the wall, pinned by the weight of Big’s body. He wrapped an arm around Tae’s waist and slid his hand down the small of his back to rest there, just where his spine began to curve away into the swell of plump and perfect cheeks. With their bodies flush, he could feel Tae’s cock, firming up and pressing against his thigh; with his free hand, he tugged up his skirt and then jammed a leg between Tae’s thighs so he was grinding against bare skin. 

“Do you want to take these off?” Big asked, hooking a finger into the waistband of Tae’s leather trousers. 

Tae shook his head quickly, looping his arms around Big’s neck. “No, no, they take forever to get on and I can’t - I don’t want to wait, I just want - here, let me -” He undid the button on his flies and yanked the zipper down, giving Big just enough room to slip a hand into his pants. 

Big curled his fingers around Tae’s cock, his grip gentle at first, but firmer as Tae gasped and ground his hips into the touch. His eyes closed slowly and he tipped his head back, so that Big had the most perfect view imaginable of his pretty face with its gorgeous cheekbones and soft pink lips, glossy and slightly parted.

“Ahh, fuck,” Tae whispered, and then Big felt fingers dig into his shoulders as he clung on to him. “That’s - yes, yeah, yes, that’s it, I - fuck, Big, I can’t believe you want me, you want this. Tell me you do? Tell me you want me?”

Big inhaled sharply; he understood the words, but their meaning felt unbelievable still. “I do, or course I do. I want you so much. I told you already, anything for you. Anything you want.” 

Tae’s eyes flew open and he stared up at Big, something deep and charged in his gaze. “Do you - ah! Do you mean that?” he asked, voice catching halfway through when Big ran a thumb over his head.  

Big thought of the years spent in Tae’s orbit, shadowing Kinn and feeling like his heart was being torn this way and that with the two of them, both so bright to him, and himself so invisible to them both. He thought of the casual cruelty in Time’s disregard and the looks of unbearable sadness that occasionally flashed on Tae’s face, before he plastered an unconvincing smile over top of them. He thought of the way Tae had lit up when Big agreed to do him a favour, and the naked lust on his face when Big had walked out onto the runway in his now-discarded corset. 

“I did,” Big told him. “I do.” 

Tae came with a cut-off gasp, slapping a hand across his mouth to muffle his moans as Big jerked him through his orgasm. He wanted to keep talking, to heap on some of the praise he’d been storing up for years, but the set of Tae’s shoulders, the shaking of his frame, suggested it might be too heavy a burden to bear. 

“Oh fuck, Big, that was - wow,” Tae murmured a moment later, face still buried in Big’s neck. “Can I… will you tell me what you like?”

“Anything, anything,” Big muttered; if he’d been less turned on he might have been embarrassed of his answer, but he was so far gone already and he thought Tae ought to know how close he was. 

Tae bit his lip, then licked one of his palms before running his spit-slick hand up under Big’s skirt. “Oh,” he whispered when he realised Big was wearing nothing underneath. “Oh, were you - the whole time, on the catwalk?”

“Kamon said it would ruin the lines,” Big bit out, wrapping his hand around Tae’s and encouraging him to a faster pace. “I didn’t want to ruin anything with bad lines. I don’t even know what they are - yes, please, that, please! - but I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted you to be pleased with me.””

“Astonishing,” Tae murmured, stroking him faster, hand curling tighter under Big’s grip. “You’re something else, Big.” 

“Mm, please,” Big gasped, rocking his hips forwards to try and get a little extra friction. “Please, take pity on me, have mercy…”

“Oh my god,” Tae said in breathless English. “Oh, fuck, you sound so pretty when you whine. Oh, will you let me do this again some time? When we could take it slow? I want to drag it out, see how long I can make you whine before you can’t even speak. Would you like that, Big, darling? Would you let me tease until I’d fucked all the words out of your head?”

Tae’s words killed him, in the best way; the Big who had got dressed up a few moments before was well and truly ended, making space for a whole new person to inhabit his skin. He came silently, the hand wrapped around Tae’s clutching tight as he spilled over their tangled fingers. Tae turned them around one last time so he could slump against the wall when his shaky legs threatened to turn to jelly completely, and then he carded a hand gently through Big’s hair. 

“Oh my god,” Big said eventually, echoing Tae. “I didn’t - where did you learn to talk like that, fuck.”

“Did you like it?” Tae asked him, not quite meeting his eyes, but not pulling away either. Big swallowed and nodded, and waited for the warm press of his body to disappear. “Because I… I meant it. If you wanted to do this again… that would be ok.”

Big wished he were better with words, that he could somehow find a way to explain to Tae that the last few minutes of his life had been the most extraordinary thing possible, and that even if he never got to experience Tae’s touch again, he’d die a happy man. The thought that it would be ok to see him again… his heart was beating a quick, angry rhythm in his chest. 

“I, uh. I would - that would be ok with me, too.” A thought occurred to him, and Big reached up to stroke Tae’s hair gently, in case he ruined everything and didn’t get another chance. “Do you think,” he asked carefully, trying not to jostle Tae where he was leant against him, “do you think your friend would let us borrow the corset again, another time?”

Whatever else he might have said was lost in the kiss Tae gave him, fierce and hot and perfect, so perfect that Big wondered how he’d survived so long without it. 

[mairablue]

SCM - Department Of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐- Good Night, My Love

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: I was half asleep while writing this. Hopefully it turned out alright.😅 I hope you like reading this.

Prompts: reflection | water | apology

11th February, 2024

~~~

The bag hung low on your back, as if all the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Why did the bag feel so heavy on days when there was a lot of work to do? You wondered.

Opening the door and dropping the bag on the sofa you sat down. Hands resting on your side, eyes closed, head leaning against the backrest of the sofa. You inhaled and exhaled until you felt a bit better.

You took a quick shower. Brushed your hair, putting it in a loose ponytail. Staring at your own reflection in the mirror, you notices the dark circles that have started to form under your eyes. Your lips looked slightly pale and chapped. Putting on some moisturizer; you went back to the living room to collect your bag.

Bringing it in your room.

-

The reflecting pool was softly glowing, as the wishes were being swiftly granted one by one.

"You seem to be, in a hurry." Aigonorus commented.

"I am going out with, (Name) tonight." Tauxolouve replied before directing his attention back, at the paper in his hand.

Aigonorus nodded his head, "Where are you two going?" he asked.

"We haven't decided yet. But there is a movie that she was telling me about last month." The corners of his lips curled up as soon as the words escaped from his lips.

They stayed silent for the next half an hour.

"Have fun." Aigonorus said smiling; as Tauxolouve was about to leave. "We will." Tauxolouve said, smiling back at Aigonorus.

-

You slowly opened the door. A bright smile adorned his face. But that smile soon disappeared as his eyes fell on you. You smiled at him; still the tiredness was visible on your face.

He walked in the living room, softly closing the door behind him. You broke the silence, "I am sorry. We got some assignments today. I will need at least 4 hours to write all of that. I can't go out tonight." You apologized. The plans were made three weeks ago, when you both found a little off time in your respective schedules.

"Don't apologize, little lady." Tauxolouve softly caressed your face,"Moreover i wanted to spend some time with you; whether we go out or not." His voice was reassuring.

You nodded your head; unsure of what to say. This is not how you had, envisioned to spend the evening with Tauxolouve. But you were not complaining. How could you after all? Not seeing him for three weeks had been more agonizing than you were willing to admit. You gently hugged him.

The window was partially open, allowing the soft glow of the setting Sun into the room.

The generally organized study table, was messy. Three books, an opened notebook and a few pens and pencil were scattered on it.

Picking a book from the shelf, Tauxolouve sat down on another chair. You sat on your chair and started writing.

Time flew by swiftly; six more pages and it will be done. "( Name )?" Tauxolouve softly called out your name, offering you a glass of warm water. Taking the glass from him, you drank the water slowly.

Ten minutes later, you closed your notebook, books, and pen. Yawning, you stretched your arms a bit.

You walked downstairs and sat down on a chair in the dining room. "What did you get?" you asked.

"Soup, vegarable fried rice... they also told me to take some potato curry, so i bought that too. I wasn't sure what else to get." He replied sheepishly.

"Thank you." you said. You two ate in silence.

Lying on the bed, he started stroking your hair. "How have you been?" you asked.

"I was very busy. Perhaps the most work, i have done in months." He signed softly at the thought of the past three weeks.

"You were looking forward to this date..." you said quietly. "I wish the teachers would have told us sooner about those assignments."

"(Name), i don't want to go on dates, or watch movies, or go to the Cafe, or to the park. I like doing all of that because i get to experience them with you. If you are not there, then none of those activities seem interesting to me anymore." His reply was earnest.

"I wanted to see the movie with you tonight. I don't know when we will get some free time again." you said. Your eyes focused at the ceiling. "I missed you." you added. His cheeks turned a slight shade of red as you said that.

"I missed you too, my darling." He said. You rolled over on your side. Your eyes locking in with his. "I love you." you said softly; bringing your lips to his cheek.

His heart skipped a beat as the stars in his eyes glowed brighter. "I love you too." He said, holding you close. " We can spend some time tomorrow in the afternoon, if you want to." He suggested. "I would love that." you said. "Good night, my love." Was the last thing that you heard as sleep overtook you.

[hannahlikeso741]

Sins of Our Parents (2/?)

Summary:

The year is 1920 where rules are starting to change and a new generation of students have taken over Hogwarts from their parents that came before.

Meet Arielle Sallow, the youngest daughter of Sebastian Sallow and Aurelia Gray (F!MC) and Henry Weasley, the youngest son of Garreth Weasley who is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts. Forming an unlikely friendship, their world turned upside down when Arielle's parents come on board to teach at Hogwarts on their 6th year. An uneasy tension follows that prompts Arielle and Henry to find out what happened during their parent's time at Hogwarts.

Will the truth be darker than expected? If so, will their friendship survive?

(Sequel to Drag me to Despair, read here)

Warnings: None for now, but may change.

Pairings: Sebastian x Aurelia (F!MC) with past Aurelia X Garreth Weasley, with OC X OC as the story progesses.

The great hall buzzed with activity as the students of Hogwarts came back, after a summer of silence. Every one happily catched up with their friends while settling into their seats, eagerly waiting for what will be served for dinner, the candles above starting to light up as the sundown nearing its end.

All of the anticipation was unbearable to Henry, his fingers anxiously tapping as his stomach rumbled. 

“Y’alright mate?”

Leo Prewett nudged at Henry, raising an eyebrow. Henry went to face his best friend, giving him a reassuring smile. 

“M’fine… Starving, you know?”

“Oh mate, you didn’t eat anything on the way here. Not like ya… What’s up?”

 Henry hesitated for a bit to tell Leo what happened earlier that day. It was a family affair, something that Henry didn’t want Leo to know as he could talk to his father, Leander which resulted in something messy that Henry would rather avoid. He came up with an answer that would hopefully satisfy Leo’s concern.

“Just a bit of an argument with my dad at the station that kind of ruined my appetite.”

“Ah… well you don’t have to tell me if it is personal.” 

“Thanks mate… I’m just more concerned about getting a nice dinner to make up for it.” 

“Oh yes… I hope there are some steak and kidney pies, it would be great with some mash…” 

Henry let Leo ramble on about dinner, resulting in Henry listening out of sheer politeness. Leo tended to ramble on for a bit, but no matter, it simply meant time would pass by them faster. As the great hall began to bring in the first years to sort, Henry looked across towards the Slytherin table, looking for someone.

What caught his eye was Arielle chatting with her friends, genuinely invested in their stories. She had that air of magnetism that made everyone drawn to her. No wonder she was the popular girl of their year. While being respectful towards the Headmaster's speech about the new school year, she looked across, glancing at Henry as both their eyes locked at each other. 

They both gave each other a smile. For a minute it was only them that mattered. 

It broke apart too soon when the first years began their sorting ceremony. Henry and Leo cheered for their new Gryffindors, delighted to see the incoming fresh talents. Then, dinner was served, making Henry’s hand rub with glee as he tucked into the fresh roast beef and boiled peas. Midway while eating, Headmaster Dippet made another announcement that made Henry swallow his food quickly, trying to pay attention. 

“Ahem! One more announcement before we go. Due to the unfortunate situation going on, we have two new teachers filling in the positions only for this year! Please, give a warm welcome to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Sebastian Sallow…” 

Henry saw the man mentioned sitting alongside the staff table waving his hand awkwardly, giving a polite smile. That must be Arielle’s father, he thought. A clean shaven man, wrinkles and dark circles decorated under his dark brown eyes that stood out against his pale, freckled complexion. The dark brown hair was messy, with grey hairs coming out on the side. Despite that, the suit he wore is decent in a  dark brown chequered tweed, his frame well built. He aged well, Henry thought as Headmaster Dippet droned about his speech.

“... a Cursebreaker who has plenty to offer each and everyone of you, and to your new Magical Theory professor, Aurelia Sallow…” 

Henry looked over at the woman next to Sebastian, his breath taken away. She carried herself with grace as she gave a polite wave to the crowd, combined with her ethereal features that gave everyone a pause. She had a slight wrinkle at the corner of her eyes, but that became unnoticeable with her blue orbs. She had some fine lines on the side of her nose, but that didn’t matter as her skin was smooth with a pale complexion, black hair held back in a faux curly bob. The dress she wore complimented her eyes, a sharp blue that hugged her waist, showing off her slender frame, with a particular necklace sitting elegantly on her exposed decolletage. 

Arielle is beautiful like her mother, Henry muses to himself. He wonders if that is a glimpse of how growing old with her would be like. 

“A former Unspeakable that can answer any question you may have about magic. A toast for both of them!” 

Henry raised his glass as the crowd did so, though he noticed his father sitting across from the new professors, his face looking unamused from the attention they were getting. Henry tried to shake off that uncomfortable feeling, saying his cheers and drinking his pumpkin juice. He didn’t think about it as he finished up his dinner and headed back to the Gryffindor common room to get some sleep.

He should have known the tension of things to come.

…

Earlier that evening, the staff at Hogwarts conducted the regular meeting they have before the school year begins. For Garreth, it was a bore as they usually merely talked about what they had planned for the syllabus or any of the changes that may impact the school. 

Except for this year. This time, Garreth had to have his polite face on. 

“Ah, they have arrived.” 

Albus Dumbledore got up from his seat upon seeing the door opening to show the two new professors, entering earnestly. Garreth had a look of contempt seeing Sebastian Sallow, seeing his former classmate coming to view. He didn’t look like he came from the farming fields of Feldcroft anymore, rather he looked well traveled, as if now wanting to put down some roots. Sebastian still had that snarky, know it all look that Garreth despised, but it was the woman that caught his attention. 

Sebastian’s wife, Aurelia Sallow. Or as Garreth knew her, Aurelia Gray. 

She was still beautiful as she was when they were sixteen, Garreth thought. Though her face had shown some signs of age, it made her a more mature, elegant lady. Nevertheless, he got up to be polite as the rest of the faculty did the same. 

“Hello everyone. I’m Sebastian Sallow, the new DADA professor this year… and this is my wife…”

“Aurelia. The new Magical Theory Professor. Pleasure to meet all of you, though being called a Professor may take some time to get used to.” 

“And Hogwarts welcomes you aboard, albeit temporary.” 

“Thank you, Albus… I hope you found my field guide helpful.” 

“It has.”

Aurelia and Albus Dumbledore gave a hearty chuckle as they proceeded with their talks of ancient magic around the school grounds and the nearby hamlets. Sebastian introduced himself to the rest of the faculty and talked about his adventures as a curse breaker, resulting in a flustered response from Professor Garlick and a nod of approval from Binns. Sebastian made his way, facing Garreth, though there was a bit of tension this time. 

“Hullo Garreth. I see you have taken the Potions Professor from Sharp.” 

“The ministry wants all Aurors on the field since Grindelwald. So I am the next best thing.”

“Well, let’s have a great school year together, like old times.” 

Sebastian gave his hand for Garreth to shake, but Garreth gave a look of disgust as he shook Sebastian’s hand in return, the grip too tight. Sebastian raised an eyebrow after a firm shake, but decided to be polite in return and not think about it. Aurelia came in, standing by her husband’s side. 

“Hello Garreth. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine…” 

Aurelia extended her hand, resulting in Garreth holding it and giving a polite kiss, looking directly at her. She was taken aback, feeling slightly flustered as she kept her composure, saying polite small talk to divert what just happened. As the meeting continued on on what is to be expected for the school year, Garreth couldn’t help but to feel something buried deep within him was resurfacing, slowly breaking its cage. 

He has it under control, he thought.

…

"And that would bring us to… MISS SALLOW!"

Garreth stopped writing notes on the blackboard as he turned his back sharply, looking straight at the person who interrupted his class. Arielle and her twin brother, Sullivan, who matched his sister in features, flinched, looking back at their teacher. She froze as she stood still, taking a deep breath on what was to come. 

“I can hear you whispering to your twin. I suggest you pay attention or you will get detention.”

“But Professor Weasley, I was just…”

“Don’t make excuses for your sister, Mr. Sallow. Otherwise I would give you detention at the same time of your Quidditch practice.” 

Sullivan huffed and Arielle rolled her eyes as the twins folded their arms, remaining silent as Garreth turned back to the blackboard, resuming the lesson. Sullivan looked at his twin sister, giving her a look that it will be alright while Arielle’s blood boils. Professor Weasley wasn’t one to pick on her. 

When class is dismissed for the day after a brewing of Draught of Living Death (Which not many of the students were successful, despite following the recipe exactly in their books), Arielle told Sullivan she needed to be excused, still irritated by what happened earlier. 

Henry, on the other hand, had noticed everything that happened and knew where she was going. He said to Leo he will meet him later at class, something about wanting to go to the library. Leo nodded and headed elsewhere, something Henry didn’t quite catch. No matter, Henry thought. 

He made his way to the wall he accidentally came across on his first day in Hogwarts, making sure no one was watching him as he gave a little push, seeing it shift to reveal that room he knew so well. Henry went inside, to see Arielle rubbing her temples and muttering something.

“Of all the… why…” 

Arielle’s eyes widened when she saw Henry giving her a nervous smile. She sighed as she slumped to the floor, making herself cozy in the fireplace in front of her. Henry knew she needed a listening ear as he sat on the floor with her, sympathetic to whatever is causing her anger. 

“It has nothing to do with your father, Henry… just…” 

“Just?”

“Earlier on… The Slytherin girls were saying that I wouldn’t have a problem scoring well this year due to my mother AND father in the teaching staff, let alone they are also overlooking the Slytherin house this year. I tried to inform Sullivan about this and… that is when your father said I was talking too loud.”

“Hey… if it is any help, I understand. Remember our third year?” 

“You mean when your father was appointed as the Potions Professor?” 

“Yup. You would be surprised at how mean Gryffindors can be.” 

Arielle gave a reassuring smile, as the two had an understanding on how they felt. Going a bit closer to close the gap between them, as she just wanted Henry’s company for a while. He always was a good listener, one that Arielle could rely on.

"So… what was it like then?"

"... It starts with the teasing… then they begin with how much trouble I can get into, which I never obliged… and Father always will give me a hard time, just to prove that he isn't playing favourites."

"...I don't know what to say… but I'm here for you."

"It's more than enough."

Henry gave her a reassuring look as he brought out some Pumpkin Pasties he snuck from the breakfast table earlier. Arielle smiled back, taking one out from his hands as they ate together in silence.

It warmed Henry's heart that she was smiling again, interrupted by another question she had.

“Did you… ever share with your father how things were in school?” 

“...” 

Henry sighed, staring at the fireplace as he contemplated Arielle's question. The matter is complicated, as Henry had a strange relationship with his father, Garreth. Maybe because he had so many siblings it was hard for him to get his father’s attention, especially when he doesn’t have any talents to make him shine, making him feel inadequate. 

Arielle noticed his discomfort as Henry had gotten rather quiet and stared at the fireplace for too long. She placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

“You don’t have to tell me.” 

“But I want to.”

Henry turned to face her. As he became her listening ear when she was down, Arielle too, became his confidant. There were things they shared among themselves that they didn’t want their families or friends to find out, purely because Arielle and Henry didn’t know how to face them, or rather not deal with it. They understood each other and would never tell anyone about their insecurities. It worked well this way. Henry took a heavy breath as he decided to explain to Arielle and answer her question. 

“Growing up it was strange. Maybe in a home of so many siblings, you had to do something to be noticed by your parents. Not that I wasn’t loved… just… I felt like I was getting in the way most times and just trying to not cause any trouble. I didn’t want to bother my parents… so I kept myself quiet and spent my time creating my own world…” 

“...” 

Arielle gave him a sympathetic look, knowing Henry’s discomfort. Throughout her friendship with him, he always was the one to go with the flow, a partner to her curious and adventurous side. Sometimes she admits she goes too far, but Arielle considers herself lucky to have Henry ground her, come to her senses. Hearing this from him answered some of Arielle’s questions on why he was like that. She threw her arm across his shoulder, leaning her head on his shoulder, no physical contact be damned. 

“Thanks for telling me.” 

Those words that left Arielle’s lips made it worthwhile for Henry, turning his head to face her. Their eyes met, sharing a look of trust. Henry always wondered how Arielle’s eyes manage to shift from brown to green, almost divine and captivating. She really was her mother’s daughter, she inherited that otherworldly, royal-like aura.

Which reminded Henry of the first time they met on the King’s cross station, that statement haunted him so. 

Don’t trust the Sallows…

Should he tell her? He kept his friendship with Arielle a secret from his father, as it scared him so should Garreth find out. But if they were anything like Arielle, surely her parents aren’t terrible people. She can keep a secret from anyone and he didn’t tell anyone this, not even to his best friend, Leo. 

But they must have been staring for too long, resulting in the two of them breaking it apart, shifting their bodies away from each other. A reminder to themselves that they were only friends, nothing more. Henry cleared his throat while Arielle smoothened down her clothes, both of them looking at the fireplace as if it was the most interesting thing right now. They had no idea when it started, but they rather not talk about it. Henry thought about his father’s statement and decided to come clean with Arielle. 

“Do you know what my father said to me, when I bumped into you five years ago?”

“Well… What did he say?”

“Don’t trust the Sallows and that your family are a bunch of no good Slytherins.”

Arielle gave a sarcastic laugh, feeling offended at those words. She knows Henry didn’t mean it but the worried look on his face made her smile in return. 

“It’s all right. Though it does puzzle me why would your father say that.”

“Exactly. Your parents are forty five years of age, right?"

"Yes… is that the same age as your father?"

"It is…"

Arielle and Henry slowly had an epiphany, the cogs in their brains turned.

"Our parents graduated in the same year… "

"Something must have happened then!"

Arielle clapped her hands together, looking back at Henry with enthusiasm and excitement. Henry, on the other hand, is apprehensive and concerned, despite seeing Arielle’s improved mood. 

"Henry, don't you see it? My parents never talked about their time in Hogwarts so there must be a connection! Brilliant, we have something to solve!"

"Arielle… this isn't sounding like a good idea…"

"Why it isn't, Henry?”

“Digging up the past? We may find things we don’t want to know and… our parents aren’t going to talk to us so easily about this.”

“I’m sure we can find a way… or the opportunity may present itself… But enough about that, isn’t it time for you to have that Quidditch practice? Gryffindor is going to need their Keeper.”

Henry’s eyes widened with shock as he got up, getting his things in a hurry. He must have lost track of time being here, but the idea of Arielle trying to sort out her emotions didn’t sit right with him. He gave her a smile and a wave, making his exit. But the next words from Arielle made his heart flutter a little, something Henry denies it happened. 

“I’ll stop by later at the pitch to cheer you on.”

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Could you please write a song adapting Ted and Charlotte’s conversation/flirting/argument in The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals before he leaves her alone with Sam?

Like… there’s the genuine love between them; their respective issues, fears and unhealthy beliefs getting in the way of it; their regret that they can’t just be happy together while also not taking action to make that happen; the stress of being stuck in an alien zombie apocalypse; Charlotte’s grief over and Ted’s resentment of Sam; and their difficulty actually communicating all the previous things. And of course, the sexual tension. I just think that all of those layers interplaying would make a really good song. Especially since their dynamic wasn’t explored much in the show.

There could even be a coda where Ted, after leaving, muses that he could have done better, but he’s been very careful to never give her reason to expect better from him, so she’ll get over it. They’ll be back to their version of normal soon enough (messy as it is). So he doesn’t need to go back in there and apologize or say some heartfelt shit or anything. Then the final notes are the first ones of “You Tied up My Heart”.

I say this every time but holy SHIT this was fun

So I tried to get as much of this prompt into one song as I could - it doesn't cover the entire scene, so there would be a little bit of dialogue between this and "You Tied Up My Heart," but I think it captures a lot of their relationship and connection. There could also totally be some underscoring from this going into the next song in a full production. (Also this wouldn't be in a full production cause they wouldn't be singing, but I dream.) I also cheated a bit with the orchestrations - I've been trying to make them as playable by the original bands of the shows as possible, but for this I switched out the bass part for a second guitar cause why not. There's a little bit of "Time Bastard" in the opening synth part, and there's a pretty big motif/reprise/stolen chord progression in the bridge of the song - I was trying to think of other Hatchetfield songs relating to Spankoffski stories and sexual temptation and all that, and I think this one did the trick lol. I'm super proud of the demo for this one - it came out somewhere between "Dead Girl Walking" from Heathers and "D.O.A." from The Lightning Thief, and I'm really in love with it. Hope y'all enjoy!

In the Worst Way

CHARLOTTE: Ted!  I can’t believe you’re thinking about that at a time like this, the whole world could be coming to an end!

TED: Yeah.  Exactly.  The whole world’s gone to shit and you’re worried about what someone else might think about you?

CHARLOTTE: Well, when you put it like that…

TED:

You think you’re such a good, good girl You pick your nails, you hide your stress But it’s the end of the fucking world So you can afford to decompress

You put your image on a throne You crumple underneath the crown But you need to grow a backbone Before it breaks you down

You’ve been in bed with a scumbag But baby, can’t you see You have a chance to upgrade To a sleazeball like me

So if I’m dying tonight I’ve got a great way to cap off my life I’ll be going out doing the thing I love Screwing around with another man’s wife Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE: Oh, you’re such a horny bastard.

TED: Always have been, always will be.

CHARLOTTE:

My body’s telling me to run My mind is saying you’re no good But I need something just for fun So I guess I probably should

I’ve wished upon so many stars To be more confident and crude So I’ll embrace the love that’s ours With a badass attitude

TED: Okay!

CHARLOTTE:

There’s something in my gut that says You might still be alright Cause I need someone to love me Before we bite the dust tonight

So if I’m dying today I’m gonna let you lead me astray I might be meeting my maker pretty soon So I’ll get down on my knees and pray Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Ooh, I want you in the worst way, yeah

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

My happiness is coming first, I won’t be on my own Let all those without sin cast the first stones I’ll do all I can so you’ll never be alone At least until we kick the bucket

CHARLOTTE:

But should I just stick with the devil I know

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

Well, you know what, fuck it!

They make out passionately as a rocking electric guitar solo backs them up.

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

So if I’m dying right now I’ll spend this moment breaking a vow There’s nowhere else I need to be And I needed a little break anyhow Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say Yeah, let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Let’s let the chips fall where they may

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE:

My husband’s brains fell out today

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

They kiss again on the button of the song.