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>>Warnings: idk chat I wrote this at 2 am, pet play obvi, dom!Enzo and sub!reader, mild degrading tones

>>Subspace: common word for the headspace a sub may fall into during a play session/sex/foreplay

~2030 words~

When Lorenzo stepped into the dorm, the view that welcomed him was shocking. You scrambled to pull your hood over your head, and more specifically up to hide your neck. “Love… what was that on your neck?” He asked, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face as he took a step closer, dropped his satchel, then another step.

“Nothing! It was nothing, Enz, just a choker necklace, that’s all,” you hurriedly, shuffling away nervously. You were mortified, and desperately didn’t want him to see what you’d been trying on. Of course, he’d seen enough already, and knew what you were trying to hide. His smirk was devilish already, and his approach quickened. Despite your stumbling away, he’d backed you against a wall easily.

“Oh? What was that silver latch and ring on it then? Didn’t look like your chokers, love… looked an awful lot like…” he tugged at the neckline of your top, revealing the hidden item to his view. “A pretty. Black. Collar. Around that pretty little neck of yours… what’s got my angel wearing a collar, hmmm?” he teased in that low, lilting voice of his. You looked away, burning in embarrassment. What you didn’t notice was the way his teasing smirk dropped as you refused to answer, and his usually warm brown eyes darkened.

“Answer me.” His words were punctuated by a tug at the leather around your neck; he must’ve grabbed it the split second before, when you were too shy to pay attention. Your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, and you swallowed thickly at the sight. Between his tone and the expression he wore, you could tell he planned on getting his answer.

Now, the two of you had messed around with dominant and submissive play before, and you’d both rather enjoyed it. However, it was always planned, never anything exactly spontaneous. This time it caught you off guard, not expecting the dominant air in his voice and the mischievous glint in his eye. Not that you were complaining. It was always sinfully fun when he took control and got this air about him, the dark look in his eye making you shiver.

“I, uh… it’s..” you stammered quietly, trying to come up with any type of excuse he would believe. Your gaze fell away as you scrambled for something, anything, but another, harsher yank to the collar made you trail off..

“Did you forget how to use your words? I said answer me, puppy.” Your eyes snapped back up to his as your cheeks colored crimson. Hearing him say that made your chest flutter inside, and it was like your brain buffered for several long seconds. Enzo could clearly see the effect the simple word had on you, and his mouth curled into a smirk.

“I- wha.. H-how did you know??” you squeaked out, embarrassed that he’d pieced it all together somewhere along the way. His fingers hooked around the loop of your collar was insanely distracting; you kept glancing between that and his eyes. He raised his eyebrow and gave you an almost pitying look. Your stomach dipped, and a heat churned there, one that was always familiar with Enzo as your boyfriend.

“Oh sweetheart…” he drawled in a patronizing tone as he grabbed your chin to tilt your head up to face him. “The collar was a pretty damn good hint… not to mention how you tried to hide it from me. So this is how you get your kicks, then? Wearing a collar and pretending to be a good little puppy, eager for owner to come and train you?” He tsked at you, feigning disappointment. “Yet you never thought to tell me about this, even tried to hide it from me… not very good behavior, now is it, girl? Sounds like a bad dog to me. Maybe your owner needs to teach his pet some manners…” He suddenly yanked at your collar, pulling you flush against him.

You gulped at this his sudden flare up of dominance, surprised by how perfectly he leaned into the role. It was like he knew exactly how you liked it already. Then again, he was a kinky bastard- one of your favorite things about him. “Enzo, I-” you started, though unable to finish. You could feel the unique pet play subspace setting in, making you want to simply melt into whatever he did.

“Cat got your tongue, love?” You supplied him with a meek nod, which gave him a rush of satisfaction. “Well then… maybe I ought to teach you some tricks. Though you already know most of them, don’t you baby?.” He flashed a sharp grin before yanking down lightly on your collar. “Down, pet, on your knees. You know what to do.”

When you compliantly dropped, he kept a finger hooked into the collar and hummed like something was off. He looked around the room as if searching for something. “No leash? Guess I’m going to have to get creative…” he murmured, half to himself. His eyes finally landed down on his green and silver tie, hung loosely around his neck. “Ah, perfect…” He took it off and tied it to the metal loop, creating a makeshift leash.

A couple of testing tugs satisfied him, which left you breathless. Another harsher tug pulled your face close to the tent that was growing in his trousers. A small whimper left you before you started nuzzling at him obediently, hands sliding up his legs to his thighs, and mouthing softly over the bulge. Glancing up at him, you saw the way his lips parted as he watched you with hooded eyes. With the hand that wasn’t holding your leash, he carded through your hair. He nodded from above, encouraging you to go on at your pace. With your hands braced on his thighs, you closed your eyes and continued to softly mouth his bulge, enjoying the soft little breath of contentment it brought from him. You squeezed his lean thighs under your hands, feeling the silken fabric of his trousers.

You brought your hands up to undo his belt buckle, then to toy with his zipper. Taking your sweet time, your finger traced the line of the zipper over his erection. He looked almost painfully hard at this point, and the knowledge that this game had him just was worked up as you sent satisfaction through you. As you lingered, Enzo snapped out of his mild daze and raised an eyebrow, warning you not to be a tease. Heeding the nonverbal warning, you unfastened the button on his trousers, then delicately used your teeth to tug down the zipper.

You tugged down his pants slightly, just past the lower hem of his boxers. It was much, much more obvious just how hard he was now. “Mmm, someone’s pretty excited, Enzo… if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this more than me,” you murmured softly. You waited til he had opened his mouth to speak to latch onto his hardness, eliciting a well-earned gasp from him. He wasn’t generally vocal so early on, so that was a victory for you.

“You little troublemaker….” he mumbled raspily, watching you play with him with a ravishing interest. The hand on your head forced you closer, slightly pressing more of your face into him. You mouthed him a little more aggressively, sucking slightly here, trailing your tongue up his clothed length there. If there was one thing you loved, it was pleasing your boyfriend. This was typically the case- you both always got off from making each other writhe. But tonight, patient as he usually was, he didn’t seem to have it tonight. Enzo yanked on your leash. “Don’t make me wait, sweetheart. You wanna be a good girl, yeah? Wanna be the good little puppy I know you can be?”

This pet subspace always got you wordless, even when just on your own. You complied quickly and quietly, merely letting out a soft whine. He grinned at your flustered little sound. His boxers were quickly tugged down, revealing exactly how much he shared your interest. You tentatively took his length into your hand, leaning forward and giving gentle kitten-like licks to his tip. The hiss that earned from above only encouraged you. His cock twitched in your grasp as you slowly trailed your flattened tongue along the bottom of his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes as you did so. He was riveted, always loving to watch as you used your pretty little mouth to make him feel good. His eyes fluttered closed as you reached the base of his cock, mouthing him there. As you trailed your tongue back along him- lubing him up nicely- you returned to his tip to tease him some more. Taking him into your mouth, just a bit, you suckled at him, enjoying his every little reaction.

He gave a warning tug at your hair, reminding you not to tease. “Puppy… do I need to remind you who’s in fucking control here?” He hissed, his grip on your hair tightening enough to pull a whimper from you. He pulled on the leash and made you take more of his throbbing length in your mouth, a suppressed gasp almost choking you before he had the chance to. “There we go, pet just needs some positive reinforcement. Puppies like treats, don’t they? Go ahead, baby, you know you fucking love it,” he rasped lowly, sneering down at you as you whimpered around his cock. Taking a careful breath through your nose, you sunk him down into your mouth, fighting the urge to gag around him. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you took him full hilt, and he grinned devilishly. “Good girl, keep those pretty eyes on me. Fucking hell..” His head fell back for a moment of bliss before he looked down at you once more, his eyes hazy and dark.

You bobbed your head on him, feeling the way his length throbbed in your mouth with his pulse, each time hitting the back of your throat. You were sure it would be bruised there tomorrow if you looked. The urge to gag was overwhelming, but you were intent on taking him. You were a good girl, after all. His good girl. Like he’d always told you, you were perfectly capable of taking it. Good pets did as told. You worked him slowly towards the peak of intensity with sloppy, obscene sounds; your whimpers, your struggles for air, the way your mouth took what he had to give with wet squelches all drove him insane. He was ruling the pace now, roughly pulling on the makeshift leash and holding you by the hair. “That’s it, baby, god… gonna take me over the edge, sweetheart? You that greedy for your reward?” He hissed, a raw groan slipping through his teeth.

You simply moaned in response, the vibrations of the sound making him make another guttural noise. “Sweet fucking Salazar, come on, just like that…” His voice was strained with pleasure and coiled tension, oh so clearly on the verge of snapping. His guiding hands grew more frantic, more desperate as he fucked into your warm mouth, lost in chasing his high. With one last thrust and a raspy moan, he spilled into your throat, his hands making sure you kept him in your mouth and swallowed it all. “Good fucking girl, Jesus fucking Christ, baby. That’s a good puppy…” He drawled, his chest heaving as he finally let you off of him.

You let go with a wet pop, pulling back and panting. He released your hair and leash, bringing his hand to your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. His gaze softened slightly as he took in your flushed look, and his more gentle smile replaced the smirk. As you leaned into his touch, Enzo’s thumb brushed over your mouth, wiping away a stray trace of his release. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your bruising lips. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured softly, leaving you holding his hand to your cheek. “My good puppy…”

Warnings: innuendo if you kinda squint, centered around biting, implied consent

Curtesy of Micah @musingsofahufflepuff Here's that Enzo drabble I promised :)

  Having one of the hottest guys as your boyfriend? Was never on your bingo card if you were being honest. Not that you were complaining. As you half-laid, propped up on your towel, you watched Enzo. He’d somehow convinced you to come to the beach, and so there you laid, your eyes following him as he strolled around. His camera hung from its strap around his neck while he walked around, finding things to photograph. Shirtless. The sun was good to him. Enzo had talked about wanting to explore some new hobbies, hence the camera you’d gotten him for his birthday one year. He’d gotten pretty good at it too, teaching himself about perspective and how to use lighting to his benefit. Unsurprisingly, his favorite subject tended to be you, his -in his words- stunning partner whom he may or may not be mildly obsessed with.

  But right now, the camera was the least of your concerns. Your attention was currently riveted to his figure. More specifically, his biceps. You couldn’t help but eye the way they flexed as he’d pick up the camera to photograph something, or the shadows and sunlight accentuating them as he moved. You have this inexplicable urge to sink your teeth into him, and not just metaphorically. Shaking it off, you lay back and close your eyes, trying to focus more on getting a good tan than the thoughts of biting your boyfriend’s muscular arms. 

  Eventually, he was satisfied with the plethora of photographs he’d taken. Enzo returned to where his own towel was stretched out on the sand next to yours, and set his camera back in its satchel. “Hey, love, enjoying the sunshine?” He drawled lazily in that deep voice of his. In the state you had already gotten yourself into, you were pretty sure you could’ve started drooling right then.

  “Like what you see, babe?” He asked with a lopsided grin. He turned onto his side and leaned his head on his hand. He knew exactly what had you so intrigued right then, and he knew exactly how to mess with you. “When you said you enjoyed the view at the seaside, this wasn’t what I thought you meant; though I’m not complaining.”

  You rolled your eyes at his playful call out. He wasn’t wrong, but his ego was big enough; he didn’t need the satisfaction of you admitting it aloud. “Oh hush, Enzo…” you commented, shaking your head as if he’d said something ridiculous. You closed your eyes and shifted on your beach towel to get more comfortable, dismissing the salacious thoughts you’d been having about your boyfriend. 

  For several minutes, it went quiet. You heard some shuffling, presumably Enzo settling on his own towel for a nap. You swore he was just like a puppy sometimes; he’d get so excited about something, running around playing- today with his camera- and then he’d all but collapse beside you for a nap. He especially enjoyed sleeping in the sun, just like now. As you just started to assume he’d fallen asleep already, you could hear him sitting up suddenly.

  “Babe. Babe, are you sleeping?” He gently shook your shoulder. After briefly considering pretending to be asleep simply to mess with him, you opened one eye and peered up at him. He now leaned over you, his windblown hair hanging messily over his forehead. He grinned when he saw you awake. “Oh, perfect, you are awake. I wanna take a nap, but you know how Berkshire skin burns easily. Could you put some sunscreen on me, please love?” A task you two typically did for each other, of course.

  “Sure, Enz, hand it here,” you dutifully responded. Sitting up, you took the tube he handed you and started with his back. He settled with a cheeky grin. He always acted like he was getting a full pampering session whenever he got you to do things like this, and it was one of your favorite of his habits. It was adorable really. You took your sweet time, relishing the feeling of his muscles under your hands, how they flexed under your touch. You were well acquainted with every dip and divot of his body by now, but it never got old. Leaning close without moving around to his front, you applied more sunscreen and slid your hands slowly over his neck and shoulders, massaging the cream into his skin more than necessary. It mutually benefitted you; you got to massage and feel up your hot boyfriend and he got the massage: it was a win-win. 

  As you made your way to his arms, you saw how his eyes were closed contently. Perfect opportunity to ogle his delicious biceps again. You rubbed the sunscreen slowly into one of his arms, spending a little extra time feeling up his muscles. You greatly appreciated the work he put in at the gym. You pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder, smiling as he hummed in acknowledgement. As you moved to his other side, on his upper arm, the kisses followed down a little, your lips landing on his bicep. A devious thought came back. Surely just a little taste wouldn’t hurt… he never minded when you got a little grabby. You suddenly bared your teeth and sunk them into the meat of his upper arm, less of a little nibble than you’d intended, but oh well. 

Repair shop owner! Enzo

Doorman!Lorenzo Berkshire

Smut: ᯓ★, fluff: ᥫ᭡.

Slytherin Boys:

-Mattheodore:

Three’s company ᥫ᭡.

-Theodore Nott:

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-Lorenzo Berkshire:

Doorman!Enzo au

Repair shop owner!Enzo au

-Mattheo Riddle:

Author’s notes: I’m going to be a lil bad at this for a while, I haven’t written in forever. Hopefully you guys like my little debut into writing for the Slytherin boys.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, mildddd innuendo from Mattheo briefly but nothing happens. Oh, also google translated Italian

1562 words

Theo was lounging in his boyfriend’s bed, leaned back against the headboard and idly reading a book. Mattheo was sketching in his journal, and given the amount of glancing between the book and Theo he was doing, the Italian was likely his subject. They both looked up when the door to their shared dorm opened, and a weary looking Hufflepuff in messy robes walked in.

“Amore nostra, our love you look tired…” Theo noted softly, closing his book and getting up from Mattheo’s side to come over to you.

You sighed, and were trying to get your stupid robes off. In your rush, it was a challenge, and only irritated you further. The sleeve caught, keeping you stuck as you fought to rid yourself of it. Just one thing after another today, endless frustrations, and this felt like yet another straw on a camel’s back. “This goddamn thing, swear to Merlin…” You muttered under your breath.

Theo tutted quietly in that soothing way of his. His hands came up and pushed the robe off your shoulders, bunching it up and tossing it to the side. He scooped up your hands in his own, squeezing them to hold you still for a few moments. Once satisfied, he gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. You let your head fall forward and thump against his chest, inhaling his scent from his sweater. Some of the tension slowly began to ease in the comfort of his arms. “Where’ve you been, out later than usual like this?” He asked.

“Was late to class because I helped a lost new transfer, and naturally Snape refused to let me explain. Got detention and had to clean up my team’s quidditch gear. You wouldn’t believe how messy the Hufflepuff players are…” You sighed again and nuzzled closer into Theo’s chest. A scoff was heard from the bed where Mattheo still laid.

“Typical Snape, never cutting any of us a break. Maybe if he’d take the giant stick out of his as-” Mattheo started before Theo cut him off.

“Mattheo, hush, not what they need right now.” He turned back to you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Mattheo stood and also ambled over, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips found your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. You shivered as his lips and warm breath grazed your skin, leaning further into Theo.

“Matty, you know my neck’s sensitive…” You murmured with a giggle, halfway trying to squirm away from the sensations into Theo’s arms. Both he and Theodore loved to lavish attention on your neck, one of the several sensitive spots on you that were perfect for teasing. You squeaked in mild surprise as Mattheo’s teeth nipped gently at your skin where your neck met your shoulder. His devilish smirk was easily felt, pressed right up against your skin.

“Oh, but that’s why it’s one of my favorite spots to kiss you, baby. Love how responsive you always are for us…” He purred, soothing the nip of his teeth with another kiss, a little firmer than the last. Theo allowed you to hide your face in his chest, and he chuckled as he rested his chin on top of your head. His hands wandered under your shirt, not greedily, but his touch still also made you shiver. These two knew exactly how to press your buttons and play you like a fiddle to a tune of their choosing. It was definitely one of your favorite things about them, how well they knew you. You tilted your head slightly, allowing Mattheo more space to kiss, nip, and tease, which he happily took advantage of.

After lulling you into a “false” sense of security with gentle kisses, you gasped as Mattheo latched onto your neck and sucked a faint mark onto your skin. “Mattheo! It’s gonna show tomorrow, you sneaky bastard,” you chastised. He only chuckled, sounding all too pleased with himself.

“Mmm… kinda the point, babe. Gotta make sure everyone knows you’re ours. Can’t have someone thinkin’ they can snatch up our little ‘Puff, now can we?” He grinned against your skin, taking a deep breath to inhale your scent. Theo chuckled and shook his head, his hands still exploring underneath your shirt. They squeezed and massaged your soft curves as he watched the playful exchange and the mischief from your boyfriend. Theo hummed softly as your hands came up and fisted in the fabric of his sweater, holding him close.

Eventually, you tried to wriggle your way out of their arms. Not that you wanted to leave the comfort of their embraces, but you also needed a scorching shower after the day you’d had. “Matty, Teddy, you gotta let me go, ‘m just trying to go shower!” You giggled as they refused to let you out of their grasp.

Mattheo lit up, immediately dashing to the bathroom and starting the shower. When he popped back out, he was stripping his shirt off. “Why would you shower alone when we’re here? Saves water to go together, you know?” His grin said everything, and both you and Theo deadpanned at each other before shaking your heads at your boyfriend’s antics.

“Mattheo…” You said with slight reprimand. “I just want a shower, no shenanigans tonight.” He deflated a tad, but still insisted on joining you. “To pamper you,” he claimed.

You relented. Not one but both boys ended up joining you. As they stepped in, Theo complained lowly in his native tongue about how hot you ran your showers, a habit of his every time you shared one. Meanwhile, Mattheo, always eager to touch you in any way possible, dutifully lathered his hands with your shampoo and started massaging it into your scalp.

“Dio mio, come fai a non bruciare vivo? My god, how do you not burn alive?” Theo muttered as he inched his way under the water. You chuckled at his stubborn pout, and grabbed his soap. You washed his chest, shoulders, and neck as he acclimated to the temperature.

“Didn’t you literally grow up in Italy, amore? You’d think you would be used to a little heat by now,” you chuckled.

“‘A little heat’ is very different from being boiled alive like a… gamberetto, dammit, what’s the word in English? The small sea creature, pink and curled, with the little arms…”

Mattheo cackled, always finding it highly amusing whenever Theo forgot the English word for something a tad obscure. “Shrimp, babe, you’re thinking of shrimp. And the water isn’t that hot, either, you’re just being a pussy.” You turned around and lightly hit the shorter boy’s arm for teasing the other.

“Be nice, Matt. But he is right, Theo, you’re thinking of ‘shrimp’,” you said, turning back to rinse him off. Then you allowed Mattheo to tug you back under the water more, letting it wash the shampoo out of your hair. “Though the water really isn’t that hot either, he’s right about that too.” Theo scoffed in disagreement, but gave up the argument, knowing you two- his partners, his loves, his everything- were two of the most stubborn people alive. Lucky him, he thought with a slight smile.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say… now come here, bello beautiful, your turn.” Theo tugged Mattheo over to him and began washing his hair as well, his expression softening as he saw Mattheo give into the pampering. Usually he would grumble when you or Theo tried to pamper and love on him softly like this, but he had a weakness for when you played with his hair or massaged his scalp. You and the boys cleaned up and loved on each other, everything falling into a silent pattern you all knew well. This was generally how it went when one of you had a bad day and came back tired, the resulting exchanges sickeningly sweet pampering and soft words.

Finally, you all finished in the shower and dried off to a satisfactory degree. Mattheo tossed his and Theo’s books off the bed before collapsing into it. “You’d think the man was the one who had the bad day, the way he’s acting so drammatico, dramatic,” Theo murmured, his lips curled around his last cigarette for the day. You nodded in agreement, watching as your other boyfriend sighed a little dramatically, tucking himself under the covers. You crawled in next to him, sighing as well as the warmth enveloped you. One of the best feelings in the world was easing into bed after a hot shower, and to have your favorite people there to hold made it even more heavenly. Snuggling close into Mattheo’s chest, you hummed in contentment and nuzzled under his chin. His strong arms came and wrapped themselves around your frame, his hand running up and down your back lazily.

Theodore finished his cigarette after a couple minutes, admiring his two favorite people settle comfortably. He came to the bed and pulled back the blankets that Mattheo stubbornly clung to, worming his way into the bed behind you. He ran his hands through your hair gently, pressing a kiss to your head. You three held quiet, murmured conversation for a bit, talking about nothing of any importance. Eventually, responses came slower and more slurred, and everyone’s breathing calmed to synchronized rhythms as you all drifted off to sleep.

Tagging @dearmisshoney as per her request

Also no Grandest Game spoilers in the comments or reblogs please, I haven’t finished it yet

Warnings: none, just a simple interaction scenario that popped into my mind, mild fluff but nothing too much

Grayson said with his leveled steely gaze pinned on Rohan, “You are aware I still distrust you and your intentions with my sister, yes?”

Rohan looked up from his conversation with Savanah and cocked an eyebrow with a slight smirk. “Oh, so I’m the target now, I see. No longer plotting Mr. Slater’s death and trained your sights on me?” Savanah sighed as Grayson rolled his eyes.

“Tell me, how is it that I ended up with a brother like Jameson and then a potential future brother-in-law who is the English carbon copy of him? What deity did I so grievously offend?” Lyra, on his arm, patted his back soothingly. She’d seen first hand the drama he had to put up with and had some sympathy for him along with her amusement.

Jameson, sitting on a nearby love seat with his arm lovingly draped around Avery’s shoulder, burst out laughing at the comparison, clearly amused at the reaction he figured Rohan would have. Rohan simply narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you compare me to that masochistic twat,” he warned. Jameson sent him a scowl. “See? He doesn’t even deny it,” Rohan sneered with a smirk.

“Play nice, Rohan,” the serious blonde girl on his arm chided, with a soft warning smack to his chest. He looked to her and sighed softly in resignation.

“As you wish, love.”

“Ha, and you’re talking like I’m the only one who’s both sacred of and whipped for his girl,” Jameson mocked, never one to miss an opportunity to clap back at the Englishman.

Rohan rolled his eyes. “At least I’m not the one who gets turned on when his girl shows the slightest hint of assertiveness,” he drawled mockingly, earning a yank on the sliver chain around his neck from Savannah, diverting his attention back to her admonition.

“Rohan.” She simply said, her message clear. He sighed, slightly irritated by his witty comeback getting shut down. He lowered his eyes slightly.

Confrontations, Part Two: Nash

  “Interrogations, tape-“ Max’s dramatic intro was cut short when her phone tipped over as she attempted to set it up for filming. “Oh, for foxes’ sake…” she muttered as she righted it. “There we go. Interrogations, tape two.” The recording showed Nash sitting across a small, square table. He squinted from the bright light that Maxine had aimed at him, and he angled the brim of his cowboy hat against its glare.

  “So, are one of y’all gonna explain what all this is about?” He drawled, clearly amused. Avery chuckled as Max started. 

  “You the type to read magazines, Nash?” Max asked conversationally while leaning on the table slightly.

  “No. Why-“

  “I’m asking the questions here, cowboy.” Max cut him off. He replied with a small smirk and a cocked eyebrow, but he let her continue. “Not even… Vogue?” She turned her gaze on him challengingly. He met it with a staunch calmness. 

  A Hawthorne never revealed his inner thoughts or feelings about a situation in a game like this, not unless he saw benefit. Otherwise, his poker face was immaculate. Nash was no exception. He remained silent, unaffected.

  After a few moments of his and Max’s little stare off, Avery sighed and pulled out her own phone. She opened her photos and slid it to Nash. His poker face faltered almost imperceptibly. On the screen were multiple photos of the magazine he’d featured in.

  “We found your and your brothers’ special editions in Vogue,” she said, a small smile growing with her amusement. “That warrants a little story time, no?”

  He looked up from the evidence. “Alright, listen here. We’re gonna make a little deal, the three of us. My brothers and I thought we had gotten rid of all of these.” He glanced between the two girls, hands folded on the table. His posture was relaxed, but the look in his eye and the tone of his voice positively oozed wheelin and dealin. “So. I’m gonna be wanting each of these magazines back. Then maybe I’ll tell you the story behind ‘em. Then none of this is ever spoken of again. Understood?”

   The girls exchanged a look and snorted. “Unfortunately for you, Nash, we don’t even have yours anymore,” Avery replied.

   His expression immediately shifted, eyeing them with a highly suspicious look. “And where is it exactly?” He ventured.

   “I gave it to Libby.”

   “Lib has it?!?” His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “You have got to be kidding me.” When the girls only shared a mischievous glance, he tossed his head back and groaned in frustration. It wasn’t very often that a Hawthorne got played, but when they did, it was a sight to see.