klaroline + "I don't want to be your sub anymore"
Klaus stood by the door, his arms crossed in front of his body as he watched Caroline pace around the room, completely unaware of his presence, too deep into her thoughts.
His eyes scanned over her fully clothed body and he frowned. That wasn't like her.
Caroline disobeyed his orders every now and then with the purpose of baiting him, but she'd never done such thing as to disrespect him when he'd directly told her to wait naked for him.
Especially since she knew he was already going to punish her for her behaviour that day.
He took another moment analysing her… She seemed worried and stressed, muttering things under her breath and gesticulating as if she was rehearsing something to say.
"Caroline." He said, making her stop suddenly and turn to look at him. "I believe I told you to be-"
"Flugelhorn." She interrupted him quickly.
It was their safe word.
She had used it very few times since they began venturing into Dom/sub lifestyle a few decades ago, usually when she needed a break from it. Still, that meant something was bothering her and that added to how she was behaving before he revealed his presence started to worry him.
"Is everything alright, love?" Klaus asked, walking towards her slowly, cautious to how she'd react to him being around her.
Caroline looked him in the eyes and he could see the fear in her before she quickly looked away, focusing on anything that wasn't him. "We need to talk." She said quietly, hugging herself.
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It was when he started to worry about what was going on.
Klaus could hear her heart beating loud, her breathing was quick and her hands kept caressing her arms non-stop, like she was trying to keep them occupied.
"Ok. We'll talk." He promised, standing in front of her and touching her arm, feeling relieved whens he leaned into it. "What do you want to talk about?"
She shook her head, trying to form a sentence, but the words seemed to stubborn to come out of her mouth and she just kept mumbling "I… I…"
"Caroline." Klaus said softly, tucking one of her curls behind her ear and letting his hand cup her cheek. "You know you can tell me anything."
He put on a brave façade and encouraged her to share her piece of mind, but the truth was he was scared. He was afraid she was going to tell him that she'd changed her mind, that maybe he wasn't worth it… He was afraid she'd tell him she was leaving him.
She looked at him again, nodding slightly. "I just… I don't want to upset you. I know you like it. And, honestly, I like it too. A lot. But I was just thinking… I'm not sure I want to… Maybe we could just… " she took a deep breath, "Ok. The thing is… I don't want to be your sub anymore."
Klaus felt relieved for a few seconds. She wasn't going anywhere.
It didn't last long, though. He started to worry about what she had just said and the reason behind it. Maybe he had hurt her and hadn't realized it, maybe he had taken things too far, maybe she hadn't been into it and had only wanted to please him or maybe she had-
"Klaus, say something. Please." Caroline let out a nervous laugh and he realized he had been silent for too long only staring at her.
He was shaken out of his stupor by her words and started taking a few steps back towards the bed, the hand that had been on her cheek going to rest on her upper arm, urging her to join him as he sat down.
"Is this ok?" she sounded uncertain and he hated it.
"Of course." He said immediately, but she still looked unconvinced, so she took her hand in his and continued, "Caroline, when we first started doing this I said you had the power to end it whenever you wanted to and I meant it."
Caroline nodded, accepting his words.
"So… You're not mad?"
He frowned, "Did you honestly think I'd be mad at you for not wanting to be my sub anymore?"
She felt guilty at his words. It wasn't as if she'd thought Klaus would hated her for wanting to stop it, but she knew how much he loved it and she felt a bit bad for ruining it to him.
"No… I just… I told you, I didn't want to upset you."
He sighed, "For how long have you been wanting to stop?"
She hesitated for a moment, knowing the answer wouldn't make him happy. "A few months."
"Months?"
"Klaus, it's not that I didn't like it or anything. I enjoyed every moment, I swear. I wasn't going through any hardship to please. It was good to me too. I just want to try new things, yeah?"
He nodded, "Still, you should've said something, love. The moment you realized you weren't as much into it as you were before, you should've told me. I thought you felt comfortable to talk about anything with me, Caroline. Especially regarding to our sex life."
"I do. I feel comfortable. It's just that I know how much you love it and we'd been doing it for so long now…"
"Promise me that you'll always say something if you're uncomfortable with anything we do, sweetheart. Or if you want to stop for whatever other reason. Nothing should stop you from telling me this. Especially the fear of making me feel upset, because you don't have to worry about that, ok?"
Caroline saw how much he meant those words, how he needed to trust her to be open to him about this.
"Ok. I promise. I'm sorry I didn't-"
"You don't have to apologize." He assured her before looking worried once more. "Did you feel pressured by me or-"
She shook her head, "No. Of course not. Klaus, it wasn't as if I stopped feeling pleasure or if I felt like you were making me do anything. I loved being your sub, ok? I still love it. I just want to stop for a while, to explore new things. If I had felt truly uncomfortable about anything, I would've said something earlier, I promise, yeah?"
"Ok." He said, still sounding a bit unsure, but starting to see her point. "So, are you sure you are ok?"
"Yes." She rolled her eyes, "I'm ok. And… And we are ok too, right?"
"Definitely." He confirmed.
Caroline grinned, "Great! Oh, and…. Just so you know, I have no doubt that we'll experiment with dominance and submission again. Perhaps next time I'll be the Dom."
Prompt: Harry Potter AU. Klaroline + Room of Requirement. ;) Go as nuts with the smut as you want. I will love you forever and ever!
WARNING: NSFW, D/s (dom!klaus), BDSM, cropping, name-calling, hair-pulling. You've been warned.
Meet me on the 7th floor by the stairs at 6pm tonight. You know the rules. – K.M.
That was the note Caroline found on her bedside table that afternoon. She had gone to her chambers simply to fetch a book she'd be using in her class and she most certainly hadn't predicted that outcome.
She heard his voice muttering the words as she read the instructions in that piece of paper, sending chills down her spine at the same time heat built between her legs and she had to remind herself it was just a note. She wasn't supposed to be having such reaction.
Except… Caroline knew what was going to happen at 6pm that night. And anticipation was killing her, her mind conjuring ideas faster than she thought possible, creating multiples scenarios for what would go down in just a few hours.
She'd be seeing Klaus Mikaelson.
Which wasn't new at all. Their story went back to their school days, before any of them began teaching at Hogwarts, when he was too much of a prick and she cared too much about her friends' opinions.
Still, there had been a spark even in those days, though it'd never gone past heated gazes and private fantasies that she carefully hid under an appropriate amount of disdain that was displayed whenever he was around.
When they had graduated, Caroline thought they'd never have to see each other again and she wouldn't have to worry about how he affected her so much.
She, of course, didn't foresee working at Hogwarts with him.
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Caroline was an extremely famous Potion master despite her young age and when the school invited her to be their professor she didn't hesitate. Teaching the new generations was something she'd been born to do. She was most surprised when she found out an old classmate of her would be assuming a position as professor in the school as well.
From day one, Klaus and her fell back into their bickering; always arguing and fighting about everything, though she was 97% convinced he only opposed to her to annoy her.
It was during one of those arguments they finally caved in to their desires.
Sexual tension had been too unbearable, they had been too close and she'd forgotten why she'd been yelling in the first place when their lips finally touched.
The next morning, Caroline couldn't come up with any reasons why that should be a one-time thing, so she didn't. And Klaus didn't complain at all, of course. He was more than happy to be her "boyfriend or lover or whatever", as she'd put it.
They were currently trying something… different in their relationship.
And loving every second of it.
Loving it enough to make her nearly unable to concentrate on teaching that day, her attention always drifting to what would soon happen.
Caroline dismissed her last class fifteen minutes earlier and rushed back to her bedroom so she could shower before going to meet him, deciding to use her brand new lingerie set – a lacy black bra and matching French knickers – part of her hoping that it might make him more distracted and less able to find out that she'd broken one of the rules.
She had gone to a Potions conference for five days in which she was not supposed to have touched herself… Oh, well.
Caroline made her way to the seventh floor through a mostly empty castle since most students and professors were already headed to the Great Hall for dinner, which was good. She couldn't help but blush whenever she passed another person, even though she knew no one could see that she wasn't wearing anything but her underwear underneath her plain robe.
Klaus was already waiting for her on the top of the stairs when she got there, despite the fact that she was fifteen minutes early.
He smiled when he looked at her, his dimples full on display.
"Hello, love." He greeted, already pulling her in by the waist for a kiss.
His lips moved softly and briefly against hers and she pressed her body closer to his almost unconsciously, whispering a brief "Hello."
It made his smile grow bigger and he indicated to the corridor with his head. "Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm, which she promptly took, her heart already starting to beat faster.
They walked silently three times past the place where the door to the Room of Requirement would appear, metalizing their play room with all they'd need to sate their desires.
Once they were granted entrance, they made their way inside and Klaus closed the door immediately behind them.
"Strip." He commanded, not skipping a beat.
Caroline had her back turned to him, so she allowed herself to smile briefly before complying to his orders, taunting him by revealing inch by inch of her skin slowly before finally turning to look at him.
Klaus's blue eyes were almost fully dark as he admired her semi-naked form, taking her in. He stood a few meters away from her and he did not move closer, though he licked his lips, clearly stunned by the vision she made.
"I said strip, love." His voice came out low and dangerous and Caroline fell a shiver run down her spine.
"Don't you like my new underwear, Master?" she asked innocently.
He smirked, "I do, Caroline. But I believe it'd look better on the floor. Don't make me ask again."
She didn't have to be told twice, her hands doing a quick work with unclasping her bra, letting the cloth hit the floor while focusing on how Klaus's gaze had darted to her breasts, her pinky nipples already hardening at their contact with the chilly air.
Caroline hooked her fingers around the waistband of her knickers and dragged them down her body, stepping out of it and looking at him expectantly, waiting for her next order.
Klaus still made no move to touch her, he only watched, but it was enough for her core begin to throb and she pressed her thighs together, hoping to get some relief.
"How may I please you, master?" Caroline asked after another moment of silence had passed, patience not being her strong suit.
"First I'd like to know how was your behaviour these past five days, sweetheart. Keep in mind that I will find out if you lie to me."
She had no doubt in her mind that was true, so she chose her words carefully, wondering what would be the best way to tell him how she had broken the rules.
"I missed you a lot, master." She began, looking away.
He chuckled lowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, reading through her just as she had expected. "How bad were you, Caroline?"
She took a deep breath before confessing, still not looking at him, "I touched myself on the third night I was away. I'm sorry, master, I just missed you so much and-"
"Did you come?" he interrupted, finally walking closer to her. Each step he took made her tremble at how predatory he looked, but she forced herself to stand still until he was standing right in front of her.
"Yes, master." Caroline admitted and closed her eyes.
She felt his fingers tracing down her cheek and jaw, making its way to her chin, and forcing her to look up at him. "I thought I had told you that you weren't supposed to."
"I-I'm sorry, master."
He shook his head, "I believe that your actions demand… Disciplinary actions, don't you agree, love?"
Caroline's breathing quickened, her chest moving up and down rapidly. "If it pleases you, master."
"It does, yes."
Klaus wrapped his hand around her upper arm, dragging her along with him in quick paces until the opposite wall against which he pressed her, his knee between her legs.
She looked at him with wide eyes, her hands itching to touch him, but knowing better than giving in to her urges when he was already going to punish her for another misbehaviour.
His fingers traced down her arms simultaneously, ghosting across her skin until they found her wrists, pulling them up so they were above her head. Klaus made a quick work of securing the manacles around them, chaining her on the wall.
Klaus stepped back to admire her naked body completely at his mercy and grinned.
"You look so lovely like this, my whore." He whispered, his tongue curling around the offense, making her tremble. "You let me chain you like a prisoner just so I can punish you how you know you deserve. Such a good girl, aren't you? Knowing your place… My good girl, isn't that right?"
She nodded, "Yes, Master. I'm yours."
His narrowed his eyes at her and she gulped at the intensity of his gaze. "Then how come you've disobeyed my orders? You touched what's mine without my permission, Caroline, I can't forgive that so easily."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"So you've said." He turned around, heading for a cabinet, clearly in search for something, though she did not know what it was. "But I care very little for your words of apology, Caroline. They do not fix the fact that you acted against the rules… Against my rules." He said before looking back at her, holding a cane wrapped in leather, a leather tongue on its end.
Caroline swallowed dry.
It was a crop, which was one of the things they had agreed to use as a sort of punishment, but that they hadn't yet. She was more than just a bit intrigued to see how that would turn out.
Klaus walked back to her, pulling out his wand from his pocket and made a small circle movement with it, not vocalising the spell, but she felt the effects of it immediately, her legs spreading and she knew she'd be unable to close them unless he undid the enchantment or she said the safe word.
He watched with great interest the contrast of the black leather against her skin as he moved the crop up the sides of her body, tracing the curve of her breast.
He suddenly stilled it on top of her right nipple and she moaned softly at the friction it caused. "Tell me, Caroline, did you think about me while you rode your fingers?"
Caroline resisted the impulse of rolling her eyes and saying "of course", opting for a safe "Yes, Master." Instead.
It didn't save her from getting hit on the nipple with the crop, making her gasp in surprise, the movement having been too quick for her to anticipate.
It didn't hurt the way she thought it would. It stung, but Klaus hadn't used much strength and the only result was that she was wetter than ever, desperately needing some friction against her core, but gaining none.
Klaus kept on observing her breasts, the crop still positioned on top of one before he started let it trail until the other, circling her painfully hard nipple with it, hitting it a bit harder than the other and making her moan loudly.
He watched with interest her reactions, smiling at how she fought to close her thighs and how she pulled at her chains, her eyes closed and biting her lower lip.
"So you were fantasising about your Master, unable to wait two more days for the real thing?"
"Y-Yes." Caroline confirmed, her voice shaky as she arched her back, hoping to at least gain more contact against her breasts. "I just really missed you, Master."
He hummed in acknowledgement of her words, letting the leather tongue make its way down her abdomen painfully slowly, making her pussy throb more and more by the second.
"And didn't you think that perhaps it would've been better if you had asked me for permission rather than for forgiveness?"
The crop was now caressing the inside of her thighs, her breathing quickening. "I really am sorry, Mast-"
Her saying was interrupted by a small shout escaping her lips as Klaus hit her labia. It wasn't particularly rough, but odd and it caused a delicious dose of pain.
"Do not apologize again." He commanded and she suppressed and apology for apologizing, nodding instead. "How many times did you come?"
"Only once, Master." She replied dutifully as the crop traced circles on her inner thighs.
Klaus didn't say anything for a moment, standing there analysing the information she gad given him before he could determine her punishment.
"It'll be 20, then." He concluded, "You'll count with me and thank me. If you fail to do so, we'll add three more strikes. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
He placed his hands on her hip, the cane pined against her skin as he helped her turn around, her chains being long enough that they allowed the movement, though it made them cross, forming an "x" above her head.
He positioned her the way he wanted, making her take a step back so she could lean forward and give him better access to her arse, while her nipples brushed against the cold wall, sending a wave of arousal down to her core. She couldn't express how much she needed him to touch her.
Klaus didn't wait long before the first strike hit her. It burned her skin where the crop touched, and she instinctively jerked her body forward, flattening her breasts against the wall as she moaned.
"One. Thank you, Master."
She felt the stung once more, this time feeling more prepared for it and not having such extreme reaction.
"Two. Thank you, Master."
"You look amazing with your arse painted red, Caroline." He praised in-between strikes, encouraging her to keep up the good work.
And that went on for a few more minutes that felt like hours to her. She had been waiting for him to touch her all day and he had yet to do so, having only used the crop on her and his hands briefly, but only to give her directions.
Hopefully that would change soon.
Each strike made her want him more, taking her arousal to whole new levels she had never imagined and she was sure it'd only take a brush of his fingers against her core so she'd come.
She was slightly scared he'd deny her that, though.
"Twenty!" she yelled, her arse extremely sensitive from all the spanking, "Thank you, Master."
"Good girl." He said affectionately, while she tried to even her breathing.
Her eyes were closed and her entire body was shaking, chills all over her body. She felt as if she had a really bad fever.
Klaus opened her manacles with a movement of his wand, releasing her from the spell that kept her legs apart with another and quickly wrapped an arm around her waist to support her since her unsteady legs wouldn't.
Caroline felt his erection poking her lower back and heard him groan when she pressed herself against him, his hold on her tightening.
"Please, Master." She begged when his hand moved to palm her breasts, squeezing it lightly.
His stubble was brushing against her neck while he pressed kisses on it, but he stopped at her words and though she couldn't see it, she most certainly felt the devious smile on her skin and almost groaned, knowing that he'd make her work for her release a little longer.
"You still haven't made it up to me, Caroline." He informed her, stepping away from her and beginning to undress while she watched with eager eyes. "Come here." He instructed once he was fully naked and she did as she was told, standing in front of him. "On your knees."
Caroline didn't waste a second before sinking to her knees, using that moment to press her thighs together while she looked at him expectantly.
He nodded, showing that she should start.
She gave his shaft a long lick before curling her tongue around it and then she took him in her mouth.
Caroline started teasing him, moving slowly and using her teeth to make him moan, but Klaus was much too impatient and didn't like giving away his control, so soon his hand found its way to her hair, guiding her moves and making her take more of him.
She prepared herself as best as she could to let him reach the back of throat, gagging while he muttered a soft "Fuck, Caroline."
She started sucking, her cheeks contracting around him while he made her move up and down his erection by pulling her hair. She moaned against him, pleasing him always making her feel pleased herself, but not as much as she needed in that moment.
"You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock, Caroline… You'd do anything to please me, wouldn't you, my lovely whore? You take me in your mouth without hesitation, pressing your thighs together to get some relief yourself, because you want me so bad. Isn't that right, love?"
Caroline made a noise, trying to agree with what he was saying though she couldn't actually speak. He seemed to understand, by the smug smile on his face.
It was another moments before Klaus finally spilled hot on her mouth and she swallowed his come, licking her lips clean afterwards.
He had his eyes closed, eyelids heavy with lust and she waited for him to recover from his orgasm patiently, hoping that he'd feel inclined to help her achieve her release as well.
"Did I please you, Master?"
Klaus opened his eyes and looked at her for long seconds.
"Lay down and spread your legs for me, Caroline." He said finally.
Caroline had never obeyed to an order so quickly as she did on that moment, blushing slightly when she realised her position – legs parted while Klaus analysed all of her, his eyes dark.
"You did please me, love. But you also disobeyed me… I'm not entirely convinced I should reward you."
"Please, Master. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please, let me come."
He couldn't help the grin on his lips at the image she made – wet, flushed and begging for him.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes, Master. Please."
"So your own touch isn't good enough for you, then?"
"No, Master. I want you. Please. I'm yours."
Klaus sat on the floor by her, his hands wandering across the skin of her thighs, going up until close to her core, but not close enough and Caroline's voice came out strangled as she begged for him once more.
He leaned in on top of her, his nose touching hers before he captured her lips on a bruising, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, teeth clashing. Caroline eagerly responded, pressing her breasts against his chest and moaning.
His hand went up to tease her nipple, pinching it lightly. His thumb brushed against it hardly and it almost drove her off the edge, almost being the operative word. Also, she was trying her best not to come without his permission, knowing that wouldn't go well at all.
Thankfully, Klaus was feeling merciful that day and his hands made their way to her pussy, slipping two fingers inside of her and curling them to brush against her walls.
"Come for me, Caroline." He commanded in a low tone after breaking their kiss, his eyes on her face as his fingers continue to move inside of her, his thumb circling her clit with the lightest of touches before he put some pressure behind his movement.
Caroline arched her back, gasping loudly and screaming his name as she climaxed, bright dots clouding her vision as she tried to catch her breath, her whole body pleasurably numb while he licked his fingers clean from her arousal.
"Do not touch what's mine without permission ever again, do you understand? I was generous with you today. I won't be if it happens again."
"Yes, Master." She said feebly. "Thank you."
Klaroline + Festa Junina
"Quen-tão." Klaus repeated slowly for the fifth time, unable to keep a smile from his face at how she furrowed her brows in concentration.
"Quen…ton?" she tried yet again. "Was it right?"
He shook his head, "You'll get the hang of it, love, don't worry. It was the same thing with French, remember? And now you can speak it almost perfectly."
"Yeah. Thanks. Hold on… Almost?" she narrowed her eyes at him.
"No one can speak a language perfectly, sweetheart." He said diplomatically, though it hadn't been quite what he had meant. "Now, how about I get you some quentão?"
Caroline nodded, "Sure. Oh, and get me a… What was it called? That thing that is fried… Pastel, I think."
"Pas-TEL. The stressed syllable is the last one."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
"I'll be right back."
"Thanks."
She stood there watching as he left, her mind tuning into the conversations taking place around her… They had been visiting Brazil for the past couple of months and she was trying to learn Portuguese - she was having a hard time.
It wasn't her fault the language had some unpronounceable phonemes.
Still, it was fun. Especially when Klaus cringed whenever she got the pronunciation incredibly wrong – sometimes on purpose, sometimes not – and did his best not to discourage her progress, despite his language snob nature.
He was way better than Elijah, though.
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They were on a little kermis to celebrate a local Festa Junina – lots of coloured flags, people wearing plaid shirts or dresses and dressed as caipiras (people who lived in rural areas).
The party had begun when the sun was still up in the sky, but now it was dark and a fire had been lit, some people were dancing around it in pairs, their arms intertwined as they walked in line, turning around and keeping on walking whenever the loud music was interrupted by someone yelling things on the microphone that she did not quite understand.
It was somewhat beautiful seeing that much colour and life involved in one place.
And the food was good, despite the fact most of it was made out of corn.
"Here it is, love." Klaus suddenly returned to her side, putting the glass of quentão on her hand.
She smelled it suspiciously, "What even is this?" she asked, having only accepted drinking it because he had assured her it was good.
"Cachaça, sugar, ginger… Other ingredients may vary. I believe they've also used orange and lemon on this one."
"Okay…" she said before taking a sip. "Hm… It's not bad."
"I said you were going to like it." he grinned. "Here's your pastel."
"Thank you."
She was just about to take a bite from it when they were interrupted by a man wearing a straw hat, a fake moustache and beard painted on his face.
"Ei, você! Cê não tá vestido de caipira, amigo. Tem que ir pra cadeia alí."
Klaus rolled his eyes at the men and clearly compelled him to go away while Caroline stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
"People who don't dress accordingly to the party are supposed to stay in jail over there for some time as punishment."
She smiled, "And why didn't you? I was promised the whole experience when I agreed to travelling the world with you."
"You'd take pictures and show them to Kol, who would never let it go."
"True."
Caroline had dressed up to the occasion, wearing excessive blush, a braid on each side of her head and a knee-length, plaid, pink and white dress.
It wasn't glamorous and it was a bit tacky, but she enjoyed living everything a culture had to offer. And that seemed like a good opportunity.
They rested in silence as she ate and watched some children running around, throwing biribinhas – party snaps – at each other's feet. Klaus looked at them menacingly as if they were personally offending him, but she figured he was only making sure nothing was being thrown at his feet.
She giggled imagining if that happened and he looked at her curiously.
"What?"
"Nothing." She said, but a plan was already forming on her head. "I was just wondering… How good are you in that fishing game?"
Klaus snorted. "It's a game for children, Caroline."
"Well, I want to play it." she insisted, heading towards the small plastic pool, filled with water where dozens of plastic fishes were.
The game was simple – they gave you a fishing pole and you had to pass the hook through one of the fishes' ring. Then you could choose a prize.
There was a fence separating the players from the pool by a meter or so and it was a huge mess with all of the fishing poles clashing against each other, the lines getting intertwined.
Klaus managed to get a fish way sooner than her, telling her to choose whatever she wanted. She chose the snaps, of course. And did it again when she got her fish.
And he rolled her eyes at her both times.
And a third when she threw the small explosive close to his foot, not even flinching, only arching a brow at her. "Really, sweetheart?"
Caroline grinned at him. "Really."
He sighed, but in a supernatural speed stole one of the boxes of party snap from her hands and started counter-attacking.
She laughed as she dodged his attempts while doing her best to hit him.
He hit her three times, but she didn't manage to get him once.
Klaus was acting like it was a bid deal and demanding that he could choose a reward.
Such as taking her back to their apartment and ravishing her all night along.
Caroline was not a fan of his smugness, but did not oppose to this at all.
So.. What did you think? The first drabble had a more serious tone about it, I guess, so let me know how that played out. The second... Well, it's the first time I wrote anything like this and I know it's not for everyone's taste, but let me know what you thought about it. And the third one, I'm Brazilian and Festa Junina is something that happens this time of the year around here. So I was inspired.
Anyway, I'm sorry I forgot to update this drabble collection, I was so busy these past few weeks... I'll probably be writing more during this month.
And, please, if you have any prompts or drabbles you'd like me to write a second part, send me an ask on my tumblr, itsnotacrimetoloveyou.