a short snippet from part 2 of a NYE fic that will be posted well after the new year. oops 😬
As he walked away from Reg, quickly making his way to the gate, he couldn’t stop thinking about any of. It’s only one day. But that day meant so much to Reg. The thought that he could show up for his brother and show up on time. Show up in time to go into the new year with his brother. To be able to start a new year and find that new normal with his brother.
James knew what he was going to do before he even got to the gate. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t think twice.
And then everything changed with one short announcement for Reg to come to the gate. For ‘Regulus Black’ to come to the gate. Everything changed.
№1 - how - and when - did this threesome thing start? who initiated it?
№2 - does it only happen at new year, or do they gather for other special occasions (bdays, race wins etc)
№3 - does fernando ever buy any toys / gifts?
№4 - does the nature of the relationship between fernando and george ever change, or do they only focus on her?
I have more thoughts but I'll hold off on them for now..
Happy new year!!
this is the second time, the first time was during NYE '22, and it was George that invited Fernando to continue the party somewhere private when Fernando and her kept flirting
It started out as a new year's eve tradition, but George loves spoiling his girlfriend so it's grown into a season break tradition: summer break out on Fernando's boat, winter break hidden away in the Swiss mountains (or wherever that's cold enough so they can use a sauna for hot weather training)
After the first time, Fernando bought her a remote controlled butt plug, "something to remind you of how it feels to be filled the way you crave"
No, they just like hanging out and George trusts Fernando blind with his girl, knowing he can give her something that doesn't come naturally to George
Please feel free to send whatever thoughts, I love hearing them!
Raven stared into Damian's calm face, desperately trying to think of something to say - an excuse, a flippant comment - anything. But, no. She stood there, frozen on the spot watching the muscle in his jaw twitch as he waited for an answer for the most unnerving question he could have asked her.
“I'm… sorry?” She feigned ignorance, trying to buy enough time to get her brain to process his request again. Her heart was pounding in her throat and he had to have heard it. “Can you ask me that one more time?”
“Be my date for the Wayne New Year's Eve party.”
When he repeated it, it sounded less of a request and more of a demand. As though the inconvenience of repeating himself should have been repaid with a ‘yes’ answer regardless of what the question was. Cocky bastard. Raven fought the automatic urge to open a portal to anywhere and shove him in it. Taking a deep breath, she calmed her pounding heart and stared at him, keeping her face expressionless. Just because she was adept at controlling her emotions, it didn’t mean she didn’t have any.
“What the fuck for? You’re the son of Bruce Wayne. You wake up and trip over people trying to get dates with you. You have a wellspring of viable candidates to choose from for a New Year’s Eve party.” She fought to keep her panic under control, and continued to stare at him, hoping she looked calmer than she felt. “Please don't ask the girl who doesn't know the difference between an oyster fork and an olive fork.”
“Or a dessert fork.” He smirked as he reminded her of the celebratory dinner party the Mayor had in their honor last year, and the horror of some societal elites as Raven ate her salad with a dessert fork. The scandal.
Raven's face fell and she gave him a deadpan stare, but Damian was unaffected. Finally, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “The truth is that I need someone I trust to run interference.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted an eyebrow, motioning for him to elaborate.
“There are… girls. Women.” He shrugged. “Some men.”
“Yes. That's usually who make up populations of people. Your point?”
“I'm a rich, educated, eligible bachelor.” He groaned and stared up at the ceiling, as if he was ashamed to be direct. “Of marrying age.”
“You forgot good looking.”
Why in the fuck had she admitted that out loud? Raven bit the inside of her cheek to keep from looking embarrassed, but Damian stared at her, and she swore she saw his face flush at least a little. She shrugged, trying to be as objective as possible. “I'm not blind, Damian.” She managed to keep herself from blurting out the rest of that statement: you're drop dead gorgeous and totally stacked - of course people are going to try and at least bang you.
“So what… you want me to lurk in the shadows and scare off anyone you don't approve of? Is there someone specific you're trying to… date? Court?” She rubbed her thumb along her jaw, thinking. “What do rich people from the Hamptons call it? Woo?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “Is there a reason you're being so blithe about this?”
“You just asked me to be your pretend girlfriend so that you can avoid talking to people who might want to date you.” She shoved at her hair and crossed her arms over her chest, needing to do something with her hands. “That’s a setup for a bad romance movie.”
He sighed again, obviously frustrated that Raven wasn’t taking his request seriously. Raven couldn’t take his request seriously. The minute she stopped trying to treat his request like a joke, her heart would break into a hundred pieces. She had been harboring feelings for Damian for years, practically since they had been pulled onto the Titans team together. She could keep her feelings under control as long as she kept a heavy barrier of friendship and distance between them.
But knowingly putting herself into a situation where she had to be a girlfriend - even a pretend one - would force all of those feelings front and center. It would leave an opening for her to confess those feelings, and she would admit to him (and probably all of his family too) that she loved him. If Raven was being honest with herself, she didn’t want to be hurt when Damian ultimately rejected her confession.
She could see the whole scene play out over and over in her mind, and the risk felt far too great.
“You’re the only one I want to be my date for the party.”
Raven felt like the floor underneath her had just disappeared. Her heart fell into her stomach before leaping back into her chest to pound frantically against her ribs. Damian’s face was unreadable, and he stared at her, his eyes searching her face for something he could read.
Raven panicked again, trying to find something she could say that would keep her in control. “Is it because you trust me to not fall in love with you?” Because too late, she added within her own thoughts.
“Because you’re my friend and I trust you. Full stop.”
The excitement of his words mingled with the pain of the word friend, leaving Raven to feel both elated and disappointed at the same time. But, that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She would rather be safe behind her barrier of friendship, then put herself at risk of a broken heart. But still… if he only considered her a friend, then there was nothing she needed to worry about. She could do this for him, as a friend.
Rubbing her forehead, she turned and stepped back from him, knowing that her next words were going to be her downfall.
“Just tell me when I have to meet you, and what the hell I should wear.”
for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'champagne supernova' by oasis. cw: alcohol
If Harry had his way, everyone would let each year tip into the next without comment. Instead, the house is overrun with half his Hogwarts year because everyone wants to celebrate with his friends.
Harry wants to join in. Harry wants to leave.
Pansy kisses behind Ginny's ear and leaves a sticky lipstick print. That's new.
Draco pours a flute of champagne for every person in the room before midnight, laughter bright; Lavender is more a hindrance than a help. But if Harry goes downstairs, what's between them won't remain secret much longer. Can't.
