#MY DARLING GIRL OH HOW IVE MISSED YOU

[glowsticcc]

SHES BAAAAAAAACK‼️‼️‼️‼️

[landoughnut]

My Woman

♡ masterlist - request - emoji anons

♡ pairing - max verstappen x fem!reader (fc - cindy kimberly)

♡ summary - max fighting with people thirsting in his girlfriends comments

♡ warnings - horny/simp max, crack, some fluff, some cursing, use of y/n

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | i actually love writing these ones but ive gotta learn how to do the other types of smau's people make with twitter and stuff ahahahaha

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[trulyumai]

Looking Past the Fire

Paring: Messmer x Reader

Synopsis: Between the shadow lands, laid Messmer. And between that? His darling wife.

Warnings: Talk of Death

A/N: Ive officially began the DLC and I am WASHED. Also this big nosed fella has been taking over my mind please send help. (I love it)

Enjoy!

For whom could ever love him as much as his wife once did? 

She would be there, to carry his heavy soul, kiss the bruised skin and wipe away the rotting blood. 

His wife was ever so patient; wiping at his dirtied frame carefully, cautiously. Like he was someone who deserved it, needed it. He got used to such loving touches, it was dangerous. His family scoffed behind his back- mumbled about his newfound weakness. But between his own blood was a wall of fire, and between that was her. 

In truth, he craved coming back home, to her, and her adoring frame and sappy expressions. 

He would always call out to her. 

“My love?” His voice was so soft, much more than one would ever guess a man like him would- could carry. 

A man of death and flame. 

“Over here, darling!” And he would see the back of her head, peeking up from the windowsill that laid just in front of their kitchen. 

She would always be in the flower filled garden, tending to each plant with care until her fingers were overtaken with blackened dirt.

She’d lift herself high then, peek over at him with blinking lashes. A serene expression always to be seen when gazing upon the red haired man. 

Messmer without thought would walk forth, to her, and her sun kissed cheeks. 

As if in a daze the man wouldn’t dare avert his eyes; for the goddess in front of him was enough to hold the attention of such a man of power. 

His head ducked under the wooden back door. His back would crack loudly almost every time, and sometimes a groan of protest would leave the pale man’s lips. 

And he would reachout, gently coaxing the woman to him once more, he wanted- needed to feel her soft skin against his rough and war torn body. 

She’d listen of course, and would press her frame to his without further delay. 

Messmer would allow his arms to wrap around her, with his nose digging into her neck to smell the sweet scent of sweat sticking to her damp skin. 

“Husband,” she giggled, hearing his sighs of contentment. 

“I’ve missed you, has the trip fared well?” 

The wind picked up, the giant yellowing trees swayed with the breeze and Messmer could no longer subdue his mind to the stress it was in mere moments ago. 

Right before he placed himself in his wife’s presence, the worries of the palace laid upon his shoulders. 

His command, his power, his reign- 

“Husband?” 

How would she react to the bodies littering the field, the broken families, the hierarchy?

Her fingertips grazed his cheek.

“Hm? Oh, yes, the trip was easy, my wife,” 

The knight picked a fallen leaf that had laid upon her hair carelessly. 

“I’ve established safe perimeters. None shall lay harm to the south for quite some time.” 

She smiled. 

“Of course you did, my strong Knight. For who could be more of a protector than you?”

Bile reached up to the man's throat, it burned his insides with spite and regret. 

His wife was ill informed, she hadn't heard of the burning castle walls- with its soldiers laying crumpled and burnt in his wake. 

In fact, he hadn’t been a knight for the order in many moons, his siege had taken over much of the shadowlands, in which he was close to winning.

For none could stand the fiery ambition held between his sword and gaze 

He was a protector yes, but only for her. 

Messmer let out a deep laugh, it was short and muffled by his lips. 

The knight leaned down and began to trail kisses down his wifes temple, to her jaw, then finally, her lips. 

With a tilt to the head their mouths met, he placed a pale hand on the back of her head, pushing her to meet his lips with more strength. 

Nipping lightly the girl's hands fisted upon his armor, lightly trying to push herself away from the man- most likely for air. 

He complied, and smiled as she let out a gasp for air with pink cheeks and lidded eyes. 

Taking his thumb he brushed it upon her chin, clearing up the saliva that had dribbled down. 

She leaned into his palm, and Messmer once more felt the bite of regret nip at the edges of his mind. 

“Are you staying the night?” Her voice, barely above the howling wind, brought him back. 

Messmer hummed, his hand found the back of her waist. 

“I have dinner going, i'll make your place at the table.”

He only nodded his head as she padded off, not taking his eyes off the darkened clouds approaching their vicinity. 

From the corner of his eye, Messmer eyed the rising smoke. 

The south let out a plethora of darkened fumes, the village there laid in smoldering, blackened ash. 

Of course the south laid safe and ill of enemies; for he had cleared its population down to nothing. 

The land may never return to its original state with its burnt hills and mountains.

“It's ready, my love!” 

Messmer turned back, meeting the gaze of his lover by the doorframe. 

Little drops of rain plopped onto his loosened hair, no longer did light shine through the gray skies, but muffled streams of sun. 

He turned his back to the village, the smoke and bodies. 

For a more important matter was at hand now; the happiness of his wife.

[vaultedoverthehorse]

CherryCola fic inspired by @damthosefandoms ‘s post!!! this is my first time ever writing a fic, so any advice is appreciated!!

Cherry Valance was sitting and watching the sunset from the perch by her window. Her gaze lingered on the way the leaves seemed to look gold as the beams of light hit them. Ponyboy Curtis would have loved this if he was here. In her opinion, this was the best spot to see the sunset in the entirety of Tulsa.

She liked to sit up here and think. She usually does so when she’s overwhelmed, but recently this has been her only solace. With the war overseas, she feels as if all the peace in her life has been uprooted. Boys from her city were being sent over there to…she doesn’t like to think about it. She’s seen the families morning lost brothers and sons. It makes her feel sick.

A soft tap at her door snapped her out of her thoughts. Cherry turned as the door opened, revealing her mother. There was a package in her hands.

“Darling, someone sent this to you. Someone named Sodapop..?” Her mother said, her voice light and cautious, yet slightly judgmental.

Cherry felt her breath catch as she heard his name. Why was he writing to her? She remembered briefly overhearing that he was drafted, but she never expected him to send her of all people a package. Why wouldn’t this go to his brothers? Her heart started racing uncontrollably. That was a feeling she hasn’t felt since her sophomore year of high school.

“Sherry, do you know him?” Her mother asks. There’s a slight tone of distaste in her voice - which makes sense for her, as she disliked the idea of her daughter being with a greaser.

“Oh, sort of. I mean, he was a classmate.” Cherry brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I never really talked to him much.” She dreaded the way her mother spoke, and the way she looked at her. The disapproval was evident.

Her mother looked at her with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “Alright, well…I’ll just leave this here.” Her mother placed the small box on Cherry’s dresser and sent her daughter another look before leaving. Cherry understood why she wouldn’t believe her - she hardly believed it herself. Why would he want to send her something?

She just sat for a moment. She wasn’t upset like she should be - why is a greaser writing to a soc girl? - instead, she felt more confused and…longing, almost. Finally she gathered the courage to stand up.

She carefully crossed the room and took the package into her hands. It was slightly heavier than she expected. What could be in here? She sat on her bed, keeping it on her lap for a long moment. She just stared at it, a million thoughts racing through her brain. Almost too many to decipher.

Finally, with the dying light cascading through her window, she opened the box. Inside was a folded piece of paper and a small Bible. The sunlight caused the gilded pages of the book to shine. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she questioned again why she wouldn’t believe be sent this. She pulled out the piece of paper, carefully unfolding it. She scanned the words quickly, taking in the shaky handwriting - which made her smile, as she recognized it immediately as his - before she started to read.

Cherry,

Hey, how ya been?. I bet youre shocked. Im shocked too. I said id never write to someone again, at least till I knew I was heading home. But I saw something out here that reminded me of you. I put it in the Bible to keep it safe so you could see it. It really kept me going out here when it was really bad. I get why ya dont like fights now. Theres no point to all this. It’s just pain and hurt for no reason. Back in Tulsa things were simpler and fights didnt mean much. Now its just plain bad. I miss being a kid. I miss first grade before all this mattered because I knew you. I miss you Cherry. Ive missed you for a while, not just while Im here. I miss you helping me with school and me drawing you horses. I just wanted that again. I found myself looking for traces of you everywhere. Even in Tulsa girls. Theres a nurse here who reminds me of you. Shes the nicest one.

Dont tell my brothers or anyone I wrote to you. I havent been able to send them anything for a while because I dont wanna give them hope. I love them too much for that, ya know? And I wouldnt put you through this either but you get it. You know it dont mean im okay. I just wanted you know how much youve helped me since i met ya. I dont know you well these days but you mean a lot to me. I hope if I come back I can see you again.

Sodapop Curtis

Cherry felt a lump in her throat as she held the letter in her hands. Soda…he may not know how to write correctly, but he sure did know how to express what he wanted to. She reread the letter, wiping her eyes while she did so. The paper felt comforting in her hands. Like she was holding a piece of him.

Gently folding the letter back up, she placed to the side so she could grab the small Bible. Holding it carefully, as if it were a baby, she flipped through until she saw what he sent her. Between its pages was a small, pressed cherry blossom.

Seeing that, she couldn’t help it any longer. She sobbed into her hands, mourning a boy who wasn’t even dead yet. She remembered their childhood. He was the first boy she’s ever liked. Even when she was dating other boys, she left a space in her heart for him. Now he’s so far away, he’s scared, and he’s alone. Cherry just wants to bring him home, but she can’t. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t reach across the sea and carry him back to his brothers. To her. She feels helpless. She ran her hands along the page of the Bible, scared to touch the flower in fear of hurting it.

Cherry wishes she would have told him how she felt. Told him that she’d have run away with him had he asked, that he’s not crazy, that he used to brighten her day. Her parents would disown her, but she doesn’t care anymore. She could’ve told him that day in the lot before the rumble, but she talked herself out of it. And now it may be too late. Why could’ve she have just been brave?

Drying her eyes with her sleeve, Cherry gathered up the gifts from Soda and walked over to her dresser. She pushed through the socks in one of her draws until she could see the bottom. She placed the Bible and the letter right next to a small drawing of a horse that she’s had since she was six. Nobody else knows who it’s from. Her friends assume it’s something Bob gifted her when they were younger, and she hasn’t corrected them.

Cherry closed the draw after making sure the items were hidden. She sent one last look out her window, catching the final moments of the sunset. That’s when she made up her mind. She’d write him tomorrow. If he could send her a present in the midst of him fighting a war, she could send him something from her peaceful little home in Oklahoma. She could remind him of home.

[zqteez]

need help? | j.yh x reader

summary: while your bf’s at work your craving for him so badly you cant help it anymore so you take matters into your own hands since he’s not there to give you the pleasure you’ve wanted for so long

wc: 656

warnings: (dom!yunho, sub!reader) fingering (f reciving), begging, praise, masterbation, cum eating, name calling (princess, darling, baby, etc) i think thats all lmk if i missed anything plz!!

a/n: im actually so sorry i haven’t posted anything in a month i’ve been so busy lately but ive been reading alot just had no motivation or any ideas but thank you guys for 46 followers during my little one month hiatus lol, anyways, but please reblog and like any of my works if you want to please!! thank you loves <33

It’s been four hours since your boyfriend left you go to a meeting he had for work and your just sitting on the couch alone, watching tv and snuggled up in a blanket he gave you for your birthday. Since your home alone you were also craving for his touch that you haven’t had in a while since you also barely see him. You miss him so much. You just want hus hands all over your body. You were just so horny for this man you couldn’t take it anymore. You went to your room laid on your back head against the backboard, locked the door, closed the curtains and go under the blankets.

You play some music in the background to not make it seem so awkward. You slip your fingers down your panties and start making tiny circles with your middle finger on your clit. “Fuck..” you breathe out. You wish is was him so bad.

You crave for you, you just want him to eat you alive, you just want him, you just need him and nobody else in the wo-

“Hey Y/N I’m ho-“. Yunho breaks through the door without warning and you instantly stop taking your hands out of your pants and placing it behind your back. “Oh..! Hey! How was wo-“ you ask excitingly pretending as if u didn’t just masturbate under the sheet without him knowing then cutting your words off with a “It was alright.. but what were you doing before I got here??” Stepping closer towards the bed your thighs rub together in excitement.

“Oh nothing! I was just about to wa-“ he cuts your words off again by taking the hand you had rubbed your clit on into his mouth making you gasp. “Are you sure you were doing anything princess because you taste so good..” that made you feel a shiver down your spine. “Need some help?”.

“Yunho..” you question dumbly even though you knew what he was doing. “Hm?”. You grab his arm and now your near his ear and you whisper, “Can you make me feel good please?” He lays light kisses trailing down your face to your neck with a smirk on his face replying with, “Of course princess.”

He pushes you back on the bed and starts exploring your mouth. You both explore each other’s mouths, hands roaming on each others bodies, both of you trying to catch your breath. He traces his fingers across your waist and hips making you jerk your hips upwards. Laying breathy kisses all along your body. He’s now at your lower abdomen getting close to where you need him.

“What would you like love?” His hands trailing down to your throbbing core where you need hum most. “Your fingers in me..” you mumble out. “I think your missing something in the sentence princess…”. Your mind went blank until you realized, “Can I have your fingers in me please..” you whine. “Yes you may..”. His middle finger traces around your clit making you whimper. He smirks watching you then playing around with your folds with his middle finger.

“Please..stop.. teasing..”. you whine.“

He smirks and pushes his middle and ring finger right into you making you moan. “Fuck your so pretty when your wet and like this.” You whimper at his words. “Be a good girl for me okay?” You nod, and with that he curls his fingers straight into your g-spot making you moan due to pleasure.

“Please.. Yunho..fuck..” you breathe out. “Your taking my fingers so well love”. He speeds up his pace pushing his fingers in and out faster and faster making you come close to your high. “m’ gonna.. shit..”, with your words slurring you came on his fingers. While he pulls out he takes his fingers to his mouth. Yunho on your chest while you take a moment to get back to earth. “Your in for a long night darling.”

[venusandsaturnsrings]

VENUS IM BACK!! LIKE A WEEK BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY (it's the 24th!!)

I present inceltaru with ANGEL GF <333

Incel childe how just things you're the cutest thing!! Ofc just because ur an angel doesn't mean you're free from his sinful thoughts<33 ugh he's such a little freak that he researches angels mating habits so he knows what signs to look for:((( definitely not so he can fuel his little fantasies in a more accurate way!! He would never!!! Imagine him reeling when you ask him to preen you're wings cause it's only something mate's do</33 he's SO hard at the thought of being your beloved mate that it hurts!!<33 the purrs you let out when he preens you're wings aren't helping either:(( all he can think about is just pushing you down and fucking you :((( ofc he wouldn't do that without you're permission, BUT!! Later when he's done with preening you're feathers and being the perfect little doting mate he's watching angels be fucked stupid on different sites <333 he likes imaging its you while pumping his cock while you sleep all curled up on his bed!!

Ugh bringing back his filthy panty stealing habit he just snatches them right out of your basket when you're distracted (they're all cute and frilly!! Ofc you don't know what it does to him </33) imagine him slipping in some aphrodisiacs into you're food cause angels don't rlly go into heat :(( he just thinks you look soooo cute all sobbing and needy <333 he can't help but playing and teasing you're pretty pussy for hours on end not letting you come until he sits your cute cubby body on his face for him to eat out!! When he's finally had enough of you're juices (he could never have enough but his cock is painfully hard, and he's cum once untouched!!) he starts to fuck ur fat pussy the right way, praising you for being such a good girl<333 he def creampies you cause he just wants you're cute little chubby belly full of his kids!! I forget to mention the amount of marks he leaves to show others you're HIS pretty little angel and no one elses!! He definitely messes with the base of you're wigs to get you all whiney from how sensitive they are on aphrodisiacs :(((

-chubby darling anon!!

WAHHHH OH HOW IVE MISSED YOU… omg!! birthday!! i love birthdays :3 i love festivities and balloons and cake and confetti and sprinkles!! you better have had a super duper awesome birthday OR ELSE!! happy one week belated birthday :3 but… my god… your brain is huge… angel girl and yucky inceltaru :((

any sort of creature or hybrid has the blood rushing lower in his body but, he admittedly has a soft (hard?) spot for pretty angels. put the prettiest little angel ever in front of him? he’s a goner. now, have that little angel be absolutely fascinated by him? double whammy, he’s done for.

the soft and nearly iridescent feathers of your wings called out to his mind and hands incessantly. with fluffy down at the base, it was difficult to repress his constant need to mess with the soft surface. Ajax eyed them up day and night while flicking through various adult videos or books divulging the mating habits of angels. if he became your mate, he’d get to care for you constantly which includes getting his dick wet AND petting your wings. what does he truly have to lose? so when you approach him shyly following your afternoon nap requesting he preen your wings, he thinks he’s died and finally gone to heaven alongside you. yet, he sits himself down and fixes up all your feathers. the little hums and whines you let out do nothing to settle the raging boner he’s developed yet he can't find himself wanting to stop; you're just too cute to resist.

later, you request his assistance nesting. with your fluttering lashes and doe eyes the idea of declining doesn't even cross his mind lest crystalline tears fall; that's something he looks forward to seeing when he finally splits you open for the first time. he brings you an infinite source of soft toys and blanks to cozy up in yet you still request some of his clothes to add to the pile under the pretense of wanting his smell to linger. cheeks thoroughly flushed, he hands you a couple hoodies and shirts to bury in the already large nest you've built. the satisfied noise you make upon deeming the nest complete has his heart about to burst from his chest. you're just too cute and you don't even seem to know it!! that said, since you've taken some of his favourite pieces of clothing, it's only fair he steals some of yours, right? sure, his plans are significantly more lewd but he's a man that regularly thinks with his dick more than his head. his favourite panties are always the ones in sweet pastel colours with pretty bows. your pussy most certainly would be a present so a bow suits the piece of clothing. Ajax always makes sure to aim right for the crotch, where your entrance would sit, when he finishes.

angels sure are interesting beings! being monogamous mates and sharing similar habits with other creatures that have heat and rut cycles, one would assume you'd have one as well, but angels are beings with a biological duty of sorts and consequently don't have any such cycles. Ajax isn't opposed to manipulating your body and needs to the slightest degree so if aphrodisiacs are what it takes to finally fully have you, he won't turn away at the idea. he justifies it as simply appealing to a biological process you sadly don't have!! it's no crime to finish what your body had already started.

every morning he lets you take care of the cooking while preparing a glass of juice for you. this particular morning, he had chosen orange juice due to the opaque nature disguising any cloudiness made by the drug; he does have brain cells. with eyes low over his glasses, he watches as you eagerly drink the beverage, feet lightly kicking underneath the table and a smile playing on your lips. you really are too sweet for your own good, he thinks. it takes mere minutes for the warmth to build up in your body and the slick to gather in your panties. your eyebrows are furrowed with short pants of breath leaving you mouth. Ajax plays the caring mate roll perfectly, asking if you're alright and gently touching your forehead with the back of his hand. even that slightest bit of contact has you keening and begging him to keep touching you exactly the way you both want. he's quick to scoop you up and place you back in the sweet nest of your own creation while murmuring promises of taking care of you. long fingers slide your panties off your hips and drool drops from his mouth onto your stomach at the sight of the spider web like strings of arousal clinging from your cunt to the flimsy cotton. thoughts and rationality left behind, he dives into your pussy slurping and sucking on every part he can. Ajax nibbles gently at your lips, clit, and thighs just to hear you sob more for him; these are the tears he wanted to see. he takes time easing you to orgasm after orgasm on his face until the wetness against the front of his boxers becomes unbearable to which he shucks them off in favour of slowly rubbing his tip back and forth between your folds. he soothes your watery cries with his own mouth as he sinks into you slowly. the aphrodisiac did its job in getting you needy but certainly couldn't bypass just how tight you are around him. he's, regretfully, anything but slow while he fucks you. it's your first time but he knows you need it hard. with fingers playing at the base of your wings, he fucks your velveteen hole with vigor only matched by agression you see in one of his big gaming matches. it's sloppy and harsh but enough to finish you both off quickly and oh, how you've fallen in love with the sensation of being bred so very full.

[garcargofarfar]

do you write for female characters? if so, can i request a mystreet lucinda (cant remember how she acted in pdh,, its been a while since ive watched it) x gn werewolf reader? (up to you if you wanna include them being a werewolf, just thought itd be cute!) maybe just reader being clingy while lucinda's trying to get some potion work done? 🙏 thank you!!

A/N : YES OF COURSE I WRITE FOR THE GIRLS <3 Lucinda was my gay awakening. Thank you for the request!!

So Clingy, Darling

"Two drops of citrus.." Lucinda muttered as you turn the corner, finding her by her brewing stand. "And.. there! That was easy."

"Mm.." You walk up to her, hugging her from behind and snuggling into the crook of her neck. You feel her stiffen and jolt a little, turning her head slightly as she relaxed.

"Oh, it's you. Hey, darling."

"Hi."

Lucinda reaches a hand up to your head, scratching the back of your ears, making them flatten uncontrollably.

"Aw.." She giggles. "You're just the cutest thing ever."

"Mhm.." You reply.

Lucinda chuckled, enjoying the embrace from behind. "You're so clingy today." She teased, gently rubbing your arm with her free hand.

"Just love you." You reply meekly, now holding onto her hand.

Lucinda chuckled, her heart melting at your words. She intertwined her fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I love you too."

You didn't respond and simply stay put, clinging onto the witch.

Lucinda stood there silently, enjoying the moment as you clung to her. She took a brief glance at the surroundings before breaking the silence with a soft voice. "Your tail's wagging." She acknowledges. "Someone's excited to see me."

"I always am." You respond, drifting away in the warmth of the ginger in front of you.

"You alright, darling? You're awfully clingy."

"Am fine." You nod against her neck. "Just wanted to keep your company."

Lucinda chuckled, a playful grin spreading across her face. She gently spun around to face you. "You're being so quiet. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She teased, gently poking your forehead.

"Wanna be with you." You quickly embrace her once more, keeping close distance with her.

Lucinda chuckled under her breath, amused by your clingy behavior. "You're adorable. I wish I could stay like this longer with you, but I can't."

"Mm.." They showed no intent of moving, simply clinging longer.

"Sweetheart, as much as I enjoy this... I need to get going soon."

"The potions can wait."

"You're so demanding today, aren't you?" She teased, still holding you close. Despite her playful tone, she knew she had responsibilities to attend to.

"Yes."

"And what makes you think that you can tell me what to do?" She questioned, her tone playful and not taking your stubbornness too seriously.

"Because you love me."

Lucinda rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face. "Oh, you play dirty." She teased, playfully pinching your side. "But sadly, I also love finishing my brewing. Now if you dont mind."

"I mind."

. "Why do you have to be so stubborn today?" She questioned, a hint of mock annoyance in her voice.

"Because I love you."

Lucinda couldn't help but chuckle. "You're going to use that excuse to get your way every time now, aren't you?" She joked, gently poking your nose.

"Not an excuse. It's true."

"Even so, I really need to finish these potions, darling." She sighs, letting go of you. "Katelyn came up with a serious cold and I need to brew her a potion."

"But.."

"I'll get back to you later, okay?" She says, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"Okay.." You reply, tail stopping its wagging and ears pinning back against your head. "Okay."

"Don't give me that look, darling." Lucinda pinches your cheek before turning to her workbench once more. She picks up ingredients and continues her brewing.

"Can I watch?"

"Of course."

So there you are, sitting in a corner and watching Lucinda brew a potion. Occasionally, you give a few remarks about how she's being too slow and you miss her warmth. She'll reply with a "you can't rush brewing" but come over to give you another kiss.

"Thank you for being so good for me, darling." She says, finally turning with a finished potion in her hands. However, she turns to find you curled into a ball on the floor, snoring.

[storiesofmyhead]

Part 1 to my blurb that i put out yesterday.

I decided to elaborate on Part 1.5 as I was quite fond of the idea.

My OC's name is Valarie, she is an all-white pure doe, who is also a cannibal, her eyes are pitch black. She is the sister of Velvette who died at the same time as her sister at the at of 21.

"Rosie I'm not so sure about this. What if he doesn't like me." I worry.

"Oh sweetheart. He will love you. I just know it. You just can bring up the Vee part alright?"

Taking a deep breath I nod. "Alright. Ive got this."

"Youve got this. Now go out there and get your man."

Sending her a look I walk out of her house.

~~~~

Knocking on the door, I stand outside gathering my courage. I never was the one to just talk to a boy especially, a boy that could just rip my head off before I even knew what was happening.

The door opens to show Alastor in all of his glory, his smile shinning at me.

"Hello! The name's Alastor my dear~ Pleasure meeting you!" He speaks. "Miss MorningStar is not here currently but I can answer any of your questions for now!"

I smile at him, using all of my strength to keep my tail from wagging. "Hello Alastor. I am Valarie, it's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart~" He grinned, extending his hand out in a polite manner for a handshake.

Reaching mine out, I grab his as I take in his appearance. My eyes find his red ears and short antlers as they follow his body down to his hoofs.

'So, he's a deer, or I guess a buck. He must have a tail. I bet it would be so cute, though his stupid coat covers it.'

"You know my friend Rosie, don't you?" I ask though it wasn't really a question, I already knew he did. "She speaks very highly of you, you know. Going on and on about how much of a gentleman you are." I smile softly.

"Rosie? Of course, I know my dear Rosie! Very good friend of mine, she is." He chuckles a bit. "She's a very charming gal. I have no doubt she'd talk about me!" He laughs.

I smile knowing that he appreciates their friendship as much as I know Rosie does. "Well, she sent me over here telling me how we would get along, so tell me Alastor. What do you do for fun around here?" My eyes gleam with mischief.

"Oh-ho, you want to know what I do for fun?" A small smile apparent of his face as he leans down to my shorter frame, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mhm." I hum my eyes staying connected with his as I leaned up towards him.

"Well~ Let's see, I enjoy cooking, making deals with other disloyal, miserable sinner, and I must say I do have a rather enjoyable taste for the radio." He grins. "And you, my dear? What do you do for enjoyment?"

"Hmmm~" I hum in thought before grinning up at him. "I do like playing with the feelings of poor, miserable sinners. Oh! or maybe making them suffer while I tear them apart limb from limb. I feel as if they just taste so much better after they suffer, don't you agree?" I grin my sharp teeth at him, basically drooling at the thought.

Alastor just grinned more, his smile growing wider. "Oh, of course I do, darling! The fear in their eyes, the screams that slowly turn into agonized sobs as they realize no help is coming to their rescue. It's just so entertaining.

"Mhm." I nod before furrowing my eyebrows. "You do seem quite familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Quite familiar? We've never met before, love." He chuckles a small bit, he was certain he'd remember a girl just like Valarie.

"Hm. Well then, I'm glad we've met now." i smile though I rack my brain trying to think of where I've met him before. Inhaling sharply realizing my mistake. Though I've never met him formally, I've heard so much.

'I shouldn't have taken Rosie up on this offer, when I recognized his name I should've stopped her and declines but it was just too tempting. The way she told me how we would match perfectly, had my little doe tail wagging like a puppy seeing it's owner after they left. Vox is going to be so angry if he finds out.' My thoughts run wild.

"Is something the matter, dear? I couldn't help but notice your small huff." His red eyes were trained on me like an eagle, every small detail of me, I knew he noticed. His cane tapping the ground as I think of an answer.

I clear my throat and shake my head softly. "No, nothing at all. I just remembered something Rosie told me is all." I chuckled nervously.

'Fuck, please don't find out Vox.' i think.

"Oh? And what did Rosie happen to tell you?" Did she mention anything about me~" He had a small sly grin playing at his lips, I knew he could sense my nerves. 'This would be so fun unravel' Alastor thinks.

"W-well." I stutter.

'Stutter? When the hell did I start stuttering' I think.

"Nothing much, only that she thought we would make the best of friends." I smile batting my eyelashes at him.

He chuckled once more, his grin getting even more wide as he listened to me stutter. "Oh, darling, I can hear the nervousness in your voice~ Are you sure that's the only thing she told you?"

I felt as if he was a predator, and I was his prey that he had caught in his trap, he'll continue to slowly close the gaps on me until I can't move.

The ears on the top of my hear twitch as my tail wiggles a bit. "Nope." My cheeks grow red.

'What the hell is going on. I've never felt or acted like this before." I thought.

"I know you're nervous and trying so desperately to hide it~" He was so close to me, as his cane dropped to the ground. "Your face is all red and your tail is wagging. You've either caught a fever, or your nervous. And I have a feeling it's not the former."

I giggle and take a step back. "Ah yes, I do feel a bit hot. I think I am coming down with something."

"Oh?" He takes one more step towards me, closing the distance once more. "Really~ Is it because you find me so enticing?" He grins, his head leaning down and his voice now but a whisper in my ear as he slowly grabs my hand. Bringing it up to his lip, he gently places a kiss on it.

My eyes flutter a bit as I weakly shake my head.

He slowly lowers my hand from his lips, holding it as lets it hang between us. "Is it because you have a thing for tall, dapper men?" he chuckles a bit.

"U-uhm. I-I should get going. I'm sure Rosie is dying to know all the details of our conversation. You know how she is." I say making no movement to leave.

He grins once more. "Hmm, really?" He held my chin in his hand, causing me to look up at him, my face red.

I can feel my tail wagging no matter how hard I try to move away I can't.

His hand slowly moves up from my chin to the top of my head, gently rubbing it. "Aww, look at you! You're a pretty little thing~ You remind me of a adorable, tiny doe stuck in the headlights of a car~" He coo's.

Humming at the sensation as he pets my head and ears, I barely hear his words.

"See? You're like a puppy for me! So cute, so small. So easy to manipulate!" He takes step closer, his other hand slithering onto my waist as a sly look held in his eyes. "So cute and so. Submissive~"

I whimper a bit. "I... really should... get. Going~" I say still making no move to leave.

'Why am I acting like this. I'm an overlord for fucks sake.' I think.

He grins as he slowly tightened his grip, pulling me closer to himself. "Hmmm. Are you sure? Because the tone of your voice says the contrary~ You say you're trying to leave, but your body says no~"

"Mhm." I hum. "Vox is going to be-" My eyes widen at the hidden information I just let out.

Hearing the name, instantly made Alastor's expression change from what once was flirtatious to now serious, his eyes wide. "Repeat that." He demanded. It was the first time in a while that Alastor would let someone see him with a genuine shocked expression, and when it faded, it was replaced by a glare.

"I- umm." My breathing labored. My pitch-black eyes, that said to anyone who looked at me that I was a cannibal, wide as my tail and ears twitched nervously.

"I said repeat that." His expression was harsh, his hand gripped my chin once more, forcing me to look at him. "Did I hear correctly? Vox? As in that big screen bastard with blue eyes?"

I whimper. "I didn't want to ruin this I-I'm sorry. I'm part of the Vees. You've never seen me before because I hand out in cannibal town more than I do them."

His hand let's go of my chin, instead grabbing me by the arm, his grip quite strong as it stung a bit. "Of course you're with that damn bastard." he growled.

'I had no idea as to why I felt the need to apologize, but ive never felt this feeling before. My death coming at the young age of 21 led me to never fulling feel the connection between someone else. The connection I had just broke between us. Maybe there was never a connection, and it was just me, but it doesn't matter because it's all gone now.' I spiraled. My eyes dart to his hand that held my arm as I winced a bit at the pain. My ears laid back against my head.

It seemed that Alastor realized how harsh his grip was as he loosened it. "Apologies, I don't mean to be so harsh love. It's that prick's fault. He's pissed me off and he's a damn pain in my ass."

"I-it's ok. I'm sure you want me to leave now. I can tell Rosie it just didn't work out. She'll be sad, but I can tell her that I just didn't feel anything."

He stayed quiet and thought about it for a moment. "Hmmm. How do you like Vox? he's one of your friends, correct? You talk to him and spend time with him?"

"Mhm. I guess so." I shrug.

He grinned as he gently ran his hand through my hair, his expression changing to his usual joyful one. "Well, love, how about I make a deal with you?"

"What kind of deal?" My eyes looking up at him wide with curiosity.

He grinned as he lowered himself to be eye to eye with her. "Well dear, it's quite simply actually. Just to be mine. You'll spend lots of time with me and as an added bonus~ You'll be able to get back Vox. How does that sound, sweetheart."

"Why would I want to get back at Vox? He's always been so kind to me. Being a part of the Vees has given me so many things."

He slowly ran his hand through my hair once more, a small chuckle slipping from his mouth. "Of course, he's been nice to you~ He's putting on a kind mask for you. he would never admit it, but he treats those he sees weaker than him like objects. He's a lying, greedy, sadistic bastard. You'd be much better off without him, sweetheart~."

I look down. "But what about my sister, Velvette. She'll be so mad at me."

He held my chin once more, this time much kinder than before. "Darling, who cares what she thinks? And plus, I'll be here to protect you~ You don't' have to worry about a thing~"

"I don't know. I just can't leave my sister like that." My eyes connect with his. "If I accept- what would that mean for my freedom. I already have quite a lot as an overlord especially since I am one of the strongest of the Vees."

He hummed as he let go of my chin, his hand now resting on my collarbone, as his thumb gently rubs at my neck. "Oh, darling. When you become mine, I wouldn't dare hold you prisoner, unless it's in my arms~ I'd let you have free reign of the world, and you'll have the privileges of being my darling. Does that not sound like a good deal?~"

I can feel myself getting red at the thought of being his. "But we just met. How do you know if you really want this. I don't want to be led on or used because of my status with the Vees." I pout up at him.

He chuckled softly at my pout as it looked adorable in his eyes. His hand moves a piece of my platinum blonde hair out of my face. "Of course I want this, sweetheart. And let me tell you, I don't often like letting a girl under my wing, so you should take this as a compliment. You're a sweet, strong, and beautiful girl. Why wouldn't I want you~"

"I-I don't know." I say nervous.

he grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked down at me. "So is that a yes... That you'll be mine~" His grin widened as his hand gently cupped my cheek, tilting it upwards.

I sigh, contemplating it, before nodding.

He grinned wildly as he quickly scooped me up in his arms, lifting me up and holding me in his arms bridal style. He chuckles, nuzzling my neck affectionately. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm gonna have so much fun with you~"

I giggle at his affection wrapping my arms around his neck.

He nuzzled me more, placing small kisses along my neck and shoulder as he held me close. "You're so small and adorable. You're the perfect size for me to pick up and hold~ I bet you'll look so cute in my clothes as well." His eyes widen.

I feel myself heat up. "What is with this affection. Rosie told me you never were one for it. " I smile.

"Ah- You were talking with little miss Rosie about me?" He grinned, nuzzling my cheek. "Is that so?" He chuckled. "Rosie's wrong. I love giving affection to my partner. Someone I could share it with privately."

Turning my head I place a kiss on the tip of his, nuzzling it. "I really do have to get going. Rosie will start to believe you killed me if I don't." I giggle.

He grinned, placing yet another kiss on my cheek. "Aw~ Just when I was starting to enjoy this affection time? I suppose you're right, love. i guess we can't keep her waiting." He pauses setting me back down of the floor. "But before you go, I have on request."

"Mhm." I hum, looking at him patiently, love evident in my eyes.

He grins holding me close, rubbing my waist gently with his thumb. "Why not give me a kiss before you go, love~"

My eyes widen at his request as I stand still.

He pulls me closer until I was pressed against his body. "Aww, don't get too shy on me now, love. After all, I'm sure you've been wondering how it'd feel to kiss me, haven't you~"

"I-uhm."

He chuckles before surprising me as he gently cupped my face in his hand, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Don't be shy love. I know you've been wanting it~" His face lowered to mine as his lips met mine. It was a slow and gently kiss as his hand moved down from my face to my waist, keeping me as close as possible.

I hum into the kiss, melting into his body. He in return smiled into the kiss as well, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

I pull away and smile at him. "I really do have to go now."

His grin still pulled on his lips, he takes my hand and kisses the back. "I suppose you're right, love. Can't keep Rosie waiting."

"Goodbye Alastor." I say softly.

"Goodbye, love." He kisses my forehead. "Remember, you're mine now~ And I'll be seeing you soon~"

[feefymo]

for the ask game, how about “ive always been alone” with JPM<3 (the image of him sitting alone after queenie left rent free in my head)

tw: violence, blood, mention of sex. a/n: Thank you for the request, baby! I try to exploit this game through small texts. I hope you like it! ♥ - Oopsie Daisies! - James jumped back slightly as a spray of blood hit him full in the face. It looked like one of Liz's elaborate make-up looks. He only cleaned the eyelashes of his left eye with a handkerchief no longer as white as a swan's feathers. A mere logistical question: the rest of that sign would have remained to compensate for the absence of a soul. Kneeling on the ground in a dramatic, even romantic pose, he cradled you in his strong arms: you were a beautiful girl, once clean as a daisy, now eradicated from your dreams of a young dancer. Dying, not yet dead, you emitted nauseating gurgles to James Patrick March. The wide glassy eyes on the verge of rolling away like speckled marbles. - What do you say? Oh, my darling... - quickly, the blood burst into thick bubbles at the back of your throat. The long, very long neck, pale and unnaturally bent in the theatrical grip that held you in the final moments of a prematurely truncated existence. Exaggerating his concern for his umpteenth victim, James sought stimulation in the theatricality of himself. He casually dabbed the crimson streams without that gesture making any sense, the paternal expression but crossed by an unhealthy radiance that gradually became quiet again. Mixed with the strangeness of a man no longer alive but who still wore the role of the rich and bizarre owner of the Cortez. Devoured by a loop of starvation, apathy, boredom and insatiable hunger, he aimlessly fed his tapeworm. He fucked without panache, he killed without panache, impervious to the charm he aroused in women and men. Unfortunately, you were one of them. Unfortunately, your punctured stomach gushed blood in place of his cock which had never reached climax in a riot of milky drops. - Don't think about me, go. - James murmured between his exposed teeth in yet another delirium of omnipotence. Mellifluous, he bent over you like a crow; his toxic pitch irises languished, nestled in the wounds he had inflicted on you. A bouquet of atrocious tortures delighted him as your agony faded. He was intoxicated by this version of you much more than by the nudity you had timidly offered him earlier. - Go, dear. Don't worry: I have always been alone. - almost as if you were waiting for his permission, in a final gasp, you shut down. You left him again at the mercy of that solitude that he continued to choose day after day. For eternity. Rising slowly, he remembered that he didn't want to call Miss Evers; a dead erection from the start in his dress pants and the routine that forever gives him back what made him famous. James Patrick March would never stop corroding into oblivion.

[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (IV.2)

II. Black Ferret

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Another school year, another teacher of DADA

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3.8 k

Notes: Sorry for the delay, lost my momentum

Should you bring the Firebolt?

Or the Nimbus 2001?

You were running out of time and you felt really on a pickle, it felt like you were deciding… no, only the broom… nothing else

You grabbed the Nimbus, you knew it better

They were arguing so quickly, rapidly, and in French that you couldn’t even picked up a word from your room

As promised, your grandfather was in your house when you arrived from the world cup, and he spend the last two weeks with you at your home, no Malfoys, no anybody else but the occasional visit from family or coworkers from your grandfather's laboratory in Paris 

When you finally decided to end the discussion between them, you saw your aunt showing him her wrist, white lines decorated it, you had seen it before, it was like scars, like she had gotten burn in the shape of a string that went around her wrist, it was odd

They stopped as soon as they saw you

“What’s going on?”, you asked 

“Nothing darling”, said your grandfather in rough english

“Are you going to take me to school?”, you asked softly, they looked at each other and nodded

“Of course”, said your aunt with a pleasant smile

“We are going to be late”

“Yes darling”

You took the train this time, went by car to Wiltshire, to the station, and took the train from there to London. You made small talk, about how excited you were because next summer you were going to France to spend the summer, and maybe even christmas 

You were excited for the New school year ahead of you, as you always where, now that you sort of found the missing piece of yourself, you really thought it was going to be… better, even though if you didn’t know what to do with that information

Draco was excited to see you, as he had something really important he wanted to share, that, according to him, knew for a long time, but he wanted to keep it to himself, according to his father’s command. 

“Can you…?”, you asked Draco, passing him your chocolate frog, he smirked but nodded, as he grabbed it from you, you looked away as he grabbed the chocolate frog before it could jump, and snapped one of his tiny arms, breaking the mobility spell, turning it into just a chocolate frog, you smiled warmly at him, “Thanks”

“I’ll never understand…”, started Goyle

“She doesn't like it when they move like a real frog”, explained Draco as he ate the small chocolate leg 

“I feel so guilty but they taste so good”. you moaned, while enjoying the chocolate frog.

“Alright now that we are all together…”, he said, you had hoarded two side to side tables in the open compartment, “my father told me something big is happening this year at Hogwarts”, he said with a sufficient grin on his face

“Come on, don’t drag this along, tell us!”, said Pansy teasingly. He leaned in and you followed, all closing in

“This year, HOgwarts will be the host, of the Three-wizard tournament”

“WHAT?”

“THAT’S INSANE!”

“THE LAST ONE WAS 202 YEARS AGO!”

“DOES THAT MEAN THE OTHERS SCHOOLS ARE COMING HERE?”, the entire compartment was filled with talking, whispers and excited comments

“THAT IS SO EXCITING!”

If you were excited before it was an understatement to say you were still excited. This was going to be incredible! New students, a deadly tournament… 

“That is also why “dress robes” were required for this year?”, asked Pansy, now more interested in talking with you girls

“Oh! Do you think we are having a ball or something?”, you asked excitedly

“Did you got them already?”, asked MIlicent, and you were embarrassed 

“Actually, my grandfather will send me one once he gets to Paris”, you said with a shy smile, to her grunts of disbelief

“I can’t believe it!”

“You are so lucky”, you were

“I’m sure we are all going to look beautiful”, you said, “whatever we are going to be doing”

The Triwizard tournament! bananas!

Finally something to keep your mind off of… meh, he wasn’t even deserving of being mentioned.

“This year it's going to be great!”, so you were even more excited to arrive at the castle.

“Were you able to drop that ridiculous class?”, asked Draco, you and Theo shared looks

“You can’t exchange electives more than once”, you said with an apologetic smile, and it was true! you and Theo only had to look at yourself to know, even if you could… you wouldn't 

Matthew was another thing entirely 

He didn’t even want to know about said class, and about said muggles 

After the sorting, the feast started right away, and you were curious because Dumbledore didn’t announced, it, instead he let you eat, and wouldn’t talk against as you were savoring an exquisite chocolate mousse 

“So…”, Dumbledore started again, “Now that we all fed and watered… I must ask for your attention to give you a few notices”, now it came, the announcement, “Mr Filch has asked me…”, you shared looks with Draco, he rolled his eyes

“Of course he would bring back the most dangerous tournament of the centuries, he is the worst headmaster this school has ever had”, he whispered for your ears only 

“...It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year”, you and Draco turned your heads so fast that you almost broke your necks

“WHAT!?”, you both asked. The entire hall buzzed and you were already thinking about how this was Potter’s fault, because it had to be.

“My father will hear about this!”, said Draco angrily 

“Another event will take place at Hogwarts this year…”, there it was, the big announcement, but at that second, he was interrupted, the big doors of the hall opened loudly. The entire hall was quiet, all chatter died down as a strange looking man, -and that is with wizard standards-. entered the hall, he was wearing a long coat, and his face was twisted by a horrible scar and a fake eye where his good one should be

“Who’s that?”, you asked, amazed by said character. The man walked heavily, a metal leg on him making a loud sound. He shook hands with Dumbledore 

“May I introduce, my personal friend, and your Defense against the dark arts teacher, Alastor Moody!”, he presented, but the entire hall was quiet, completely quiet

“they call him Mad-Eye moody, an Auror, dark wizard catcher, I heard that last week someone tried to break into his house”, muttered Blaise into your group

“So… he is the new defense against the dark arts teacher”, you whispered looking at the man, who seemed to be looking all over, quickly. Was it finally time to have a proper defense against the dark arts teacher? He limped around the table and sat on the teacher’s table, he grabbed a flask from the inside of his thick coat and took a hard swing

“What do you think he is drinking?”, you whispered to the group

“Probably a badge of homemade firewhiskey”, mocked Draco, brewed your own booze wasn’t very… or rather… was frown upon 

“As I was saying,” Dumbledore said, clearing his throat loudly. “We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.”

And now really the entire hall came to life, people starting cheering, the entire staff looked extremely proud and happy and just… everyone was buzzing with excitement

“The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities, until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued.”

“Wicked”, said Theo, “if you are chosen as a champion, you become a legend”, he said proudly

“Are you planning on putting your name up?”, mocked Matthew

“No way”, he said back, “I’ll be content with just watching some git get killed”, even you giggled, this tournament was certainly going to make this year very special indeed

“There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament,” Dumbledore continued, “none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger”, that seemed to deflate the mood a bit

He kept talking about details of the triwizard tournament, and you were so excited, international cooperation? two new schools? a deadly tournament? events? This was going to be the best year yet! it was going to be amazing!

Even though it was no surprise when Dumbledore announced it, it was nonetheless impressive, the Triwizard tournament, a deadly contest that had been dormant for two hundred years. You thought it was a poorly idea to do it now that Harry Potter is near, considering how god he is to put himself in mortal danger

You didn’t believe it was going to end well…

Or even better, this year was not going to be about him.This year, the intensity, the drama, was all going to be focused on something else

“Is there an age limit to submit oneself?”, you asked the group, because always someone had the answer to everything

“Thinking of putting your name up?”, asked Matthew

“Not a chance!”, you said back, “like Theo, I will just lay back and enjoy”, you said happily

You looked around the table and you wondered, you truly wondered, what they thought about what happened in the World cup

You haven't spoken about it, with anyone, not even with Draco

But you all agreed, in what you did discuss, that the ministry is filled with clowns. Draco had told you everything his father had said about, not the incident itself, but what happened later in the newspaper, the ministry had been ridiculed, specially Arthur Weasley, uncle Lucius’ sworn enemy and opponent in smacking themselves in Flourish and Blotts 

The first feast was great, as was every year, but only when you stood up to go back to your room you realized how tired you were

“I can’t believe you spend a month living in a constant pajama party!”, said Millicent a bit bitter about the fact she was not invited 

“It was awesome”, said Pansy, dropping to her bed, you had your same room you did in first year, until seventh year, in which you got the biggest rooms of the whole common room

“Were you there when The Dark Lord’s followers attacked?”, she asked, you and Pansy shared concerned looks

“We were back in the castle when everything went down”, you said quietly, “we didn’t know anything until the very next morning”

“So you didn’t see anything strange?”, she said and sounded disappointed

“Well, Pansy was already gone, I was there with Draco, Matt and Theo and we were upstairs… the grownups were drinking downstairs…”, you explained quickly, and suddenly the room went quiet. “Well anyway, the excitement for me was the Quidditch anyways”, you said with a smile, and you all broke out in another conversation altogether.

You didn't believe for a second any of you had anything to do with it, right? 

But thinking thoroughly about it… you didn’t even know who was on what side of the famous first English Wizarding war. Except… you kinda did… but nobody ever said it outloud, you only knew that name who nobody dared speak… and then… Uncle Lucius’ comments at dinner of how times were better before, and your aunt just pretended to laugh at them and hid her face in her cup…

Oh Merlin…

For once since professor Lupin you were interested in your defense against the dark arts.

But it had to wait, because you had your first muggle studies class on Monday, last period

You said nothing but you walked silently with Theo towards it sharing complacent smiles.

You already saw what's inside muggle houses, so now you were into another sort of thing like muggle jobs, it was more interesting. You know that for Theo it was… a bit harder, and you didn’t know how Matthew was able to mock the system and get rid of the class altogether

Or that is what he told you, that he had managed to drop the class

But what amazed you the most, was watching Blaise Zabini entering the class right after you

“Blaise? What are you doing in here?”, you asked with a wide smile. He looked like a fish out of the water, but when he saw you two, he smiled, contented

“How did you manage to take this class?”, you asked

“Don’t ask”, he said, but he took a seat right next to you

“Ah! welcome! all welcome!”, came the professor, wearing those amazing pants you wanted to get for yourself, you believed they called them “jeans”, you saw Granger use them when you got to go to Hogsmeade or on a weekend when you didn’t have to use the uniform.

“Welcome to another year of muggle studies!”, she said with a soft smile, “I’m glad to see some familiar faces!”, she said looking at Theo and you, and then she gleamed when she saw Blaise, “welcome! welcome!”, she said and with her usual enthusiasm, and started the class with her usual happy tones and comic theories about muggles.

It was odd to came out of a class smiling, giggling, and chatting so much, but it was a fun class, and Blaise seemed enthusiast about it 

But as soon as you got back to the group, Theo stopped talking altogether and cleared his throat, to put on his bored face, which was accentuated by those sad looking eyes he got.

Draco acknowledged you, but didn’t even ask you about the muggle studies class, but you did ask him about divination, but he had other things on his mind. He had the day’s daily prophet on his hand

“You are not going to believe this”

You had heard Lucius’ angry rants about Arthur Weasley, about his incompetence, and specially after what happened in the world cup, everything, the lack of security, and the attack was being blamed on the Weasley Senior 

And Draco couldn’t wait to mock the Wesley junior

“Weasley! Hey, Weasley!”, Draco called mockingly, the red head turned around, Potter and Granger with him

“What?”, he asked, already angry

“Your dad’s in the paper, Weasley!” he teased, and you giggled when you saw his face, Dracos poke loudly, so now everyone was listening “Listen to this! FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC It seems as though the Ministry of Magic’s troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office”, he finished reading and looked up with a wide smile.

“Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It’s almost as though he’s a complete nonentity, isn’t it?” Matthew said then, which surprised you.

Because of Weasley’s ineptitude, people had gotten hurt

You read the article before you left the common room… Something happened, he got involved with a muggle “police officer” whatever that was, and almost got the entire Wizarding kind discovered to the muggles 

“And there’s a picture, Weasley!” Draco kept saying, emboldened by Matt, flipping the paper over and holding it up. “A picture of your parents outside their house…” he did a double take at the picture, “if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn’t she?”, it was a bit too much, but it had seemed to do the trick, Weasley’s face was as red as his hair

“Get stuffed, Malfoy,” said Potter.

“Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren’t you, Potter?”, mocked Draco. “So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?”

“You know your mother, Malfoy?”, said Potter, now you really stood up straight, “that expression she’s got, like she’s got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?”, Draco looked at you and you were both enraged

“Don’t you dare insult my mother, Potter.”, he said through gritted teeth 

“Keep your fat mouth shut, then,” said Potter, turning away. You saw it before it happened, Draco reached for his wand so quickly… 

“OH NO YOU DON’T, LADDIE!”, you turned to see the new teacher, mad-eye, a flip of his wand-cane and you saw with horror how Draco turned into a Ferret, a little white ferret.

You could hear a pin drop in the hall, except for the little ferret’s screeches. You looked back at the teacher and his fake eye was looking right at you, but then he turned to Potter.

“You can’t do that!”, you said angrily, you kneeled and Draco/Ferret jumped into your arms, you could feel it shaking as you grabbed onto him as softly as you could

“LEAVE IT!”. he demanded, you frowned at him

“No!”, you fought, he could and he seemed to look down

“Miss Basilik, are ya’? Or is it Black?”, he asked, “oh I know all about your father”, he said and you opened your mouth in shock, as Draco hid his tiny furry face on your neck, “he didn’t know how to follow orders either”. for the shock you released Draco he jumped out trying to escape back towards the common room 

“I don’t think so!” roared Moody, pointing his wand at Draco again, who flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, and then bounced upward once more. “I don’t like people who attack when their opponent’s back’s turned,” he made ferret Draco bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. “Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do…”

“Stop it!”, you screamed, Matthew grabbed into you because he saw your attempts to jump a teacher, Draco was squealing in pain 

The ferret flew through the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly.

“Never…”, bounce, “...do…”, bounce, “...that…”, “...again…” said Moody, speaking each word as the ferret hit the stone floor and bounced upward again. 

“Stop!”, you demanded, now angrily, feeling the second heartbeat inside your head as you did the first time you turned. 

“Professor Moody!” said a shocked voice. It could only belong to McGonagall 

“Hello, Professor McGonagall,” said Moody calmly, bouncing Draco even higher. Her eyes went to you, Matthew grabbing you and then the bouncing Draco/Ferret

“What… what are you doing?” said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret’s progress through the air.

“Teaching,” said Moody.

“Is that… is that a student?” she shrieked, she dropped the books she was carrying, reaching for her wand. In a second, Draco smacked into the floor 

“Yep,” said Moody.

“Moody, we never use Transfiguration as a punishment!” said Professor McGonagall angrily. “Surely Professor Dumbledore told you that?”

“He might’ve mentioned it, yeah,” said Moody, scratching his chin unconcernedly

“We give detention, Moody! Or speak to the offender’s Head of House!”

“I’ll do that, then,” said Moody, staring at Malfoy with great dislike, and then to you. 

“My father will hear about this!” he said

“Oh yeah?” Mad Eye moody asked threateningly, he limped towards you as you were helping Draco up, “well, I know your father of old, boy. . . . You tell him Moody’s keeping a close eye on his son . . . you tell him that from me. . . . Now, your Head of House’ll be Snape, will it?”

“Yes,” you said resentfully.

“Another old friend,” growled Moody. “I’ve been looking forward to a chat with old Snape…Come on, you…”, Draco started walking, “you too missy, don’t you think I didn’t notice what you were about to do?”, and you had no choice but to follow him to the dungeons 

And he seized Malfoy’s upper arm and marched him off toward the dungeons.

You didn’t know if you felt rage, anger, humiliation or all rolled into one.

“Does it hurt?”, you asked him quietly

“A bit”, he said, but you could tell he would wince every time he took a step. 

Mad-eye stopped outside the door to your common room and you both looked at him angrily, you were not going to spill the password and neither was Draco, fortunately, Professor Snape was coming out of the dungeons himself 

“What is the meaning of this?”, he asked

“Mr Malfoy here attacked a fellow student while his back was turned and Miss Black here….”, it was so quickly you didn’t even noticed until Draco looked back at you wide-eyed

“You are mistaken Moody, this is Basilik…”, he said solemnly

“This one rejected my command and then she…”, he looked at you and you looked at him back

“I can take it from here”, your professor said, grabbing into both your shoulders

“You always went soft with these kids”, he challenged

“You both, go down to the dungeons, now”, he said, and you obeyed him without hesitation, leaving Snape to deal with that lunatic. 

“Wanna tell me what that was about?”, he asked, amazed, as you were both coming down the stairs.

“Not really”, you whispered back. “Later”, you conceded.

You didn’t know how you were going to face Moody in his class, the day after tomorrow, and furthermore… you still felt goosebumps when you remembered how he had spoken about your father! how did he know? why? did he even know what he was talking about? you even thought he was talking about someone else, until he deadass called you Black…

Black

Sounded so strange…

You didn’t know what they spoke off, but it was surely an explanation to Snape’s vicious mood the very next day in double potions

But nothing was going to prepare you for that Defense against the dark arts class

[brae-brae]

I speak Italian Darling

This is part one of something I've been working on. this is my first post on here so please don't judge:))

Gia Iseppa De Luca. the only daughter of an immigrant mother and sister to 6 boys, one of which is in prison, which isn't exactly smooth sailing. Ive lived in the sunshine state most of my life. That is until the end of last school year. My parents had the bright idea, "Oh let's move from Florida to Massachusetts! WHO NEEDS SUMMER BREAK WHEN YOU CAN MOVE STATES AWAY! It's not like we could have just stayed there after we had our 4th kid and just bought a bigger house which we obviously could afford if we moved to FLORIDA! Oh how smart we are." Yea no. Not to mention just when I think I have this 16 year old girl shit down with making friends and fitting in, they throw 2 boys into my house for A WHOLE MONTH?! Whatever summer I have left, I better enjoy. I will be blaming my parents.

Sinceramente tuo, il pasticcio adolescenziale

P.S. I speak Italian Darling

  As I got out of my shower I heard my mom welcoming some guests. “Hey, boys! Hey Susan and Frank, how have you been? David and I..” I walked into my room, cutting out their convo. I turned on Spotify on my TV, blasting The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls while I got ready to go to Kristi’s house. As I threw on my sweats and plain black bra, I heard my door open and my mom’s voice. “This is Gia’s room, the boys are at their clubs and whatnot right now. Oh, dear! I didn’t realize you were getting dressed!” My mom quickly shut the door. Before she closed it, I caught a glimpse of a black-haired boy with eyeliner, looking at his phone with headphones in. “Dio, mamma! Impara a bussare! Gesù!” I yelled through the door. I quickly put on a plain black shirt with the band name KORN, putting my unruly curly hair in a low-effort ponytail. I put on some mascara, eyeliner, and highlighter and grabbed my guitar bag, phone, vape, and AirPods. I walked out with my things in hand, jogging down the stairs. When I got to the door, I looked over at Mom catching her attention. “Hey, I’m heading to Kristi’s. I’ll be back later. Love you!” She made a huff before stopping me. “First I want you to meet the guests. These are the Heffley’s!”

     I looked over at them. Normal, basic-looking people. Then I realized the older boy was staring at me. I thought I grew a 3rd eye or something. Honestly, it was getting a bit awkward. Before I could dwell on it anymore, the mom chimed in. “Hey Gia! Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you since you were as big as Manny!” she said lifting the little boy in her arms. I straightened my lips into a line and looked out at my car in the driveway. 

     “Wish I could say I remember you..” I said looking at my feet. “Gia Iseppa De Luca-Void! That was rude!” I threw my hands up in the air, “Hey I! I wasn’t trying to be, I just don’t know who she is!” I told her. I looked at the dad and the boys, the older one not having moved an inch. “Oh well, the last time I saw you, you and Rodrick were only about 3.” my mom quickly gaped,” Oh Susan, do you remember when they would take cute little baths together? Oh, I miss those days..” my mom said holding where her heart should be. 

     “Ma! Really? What the hell?!” Her face hardened. “Iseppa! Watch the language! Ci sono piccole orecchie per sentire! Continua così e passerai il fine settimana qui. Capire?” I rolled my eyes. “Sì, capisco, mamma…” I mumbled, “Kristi is texting me, can I go now?” my mom rolled her eyes. “Introductions, then yes.” I put down my guitar and walked up to the family. “I’m Susan, as you might have guessed, this is Frank, Manny, and these are-” the smaller one walked up to me taking my hand. “bonjour beauté..” I looked at him questioningly. “I speak Italian. Not french,” I smiled. He blushed and dropped my hand. I turned to the other boy and looked up at him, his eyes following me. 

3rd POV: 

Earlier

     As the Heffleys arrived at the house, Rodrick put his headphones in and texted Bill. They started planning when our next band practice could be. He wasnt paying attention as he made his way up the stairs, causing him to step on Greg’s shoes. “Hey! Watch it bigfoot!” Greg snapped back, which only made Rodrick do it purposefully. “Mom, why do we even have to be babysat? We learned not to throw parties! Promise!” Susan turned to them quickly. “No, you learned how to be sneaky, not responsibility. So you are staying here. There are other boys here, you'll be fine. Your father and I need this, so please. Behave.” Greg looked at his shoes and Rodrick, well, rolled his eyes, popping his earbuds back in. He didnt even notice the half naked girl that was just walked in on. 

     As they stood in the dining room, Rodrick felt a light poke on his side. He ignored it, only to be poked again. He looked at Greg who was pointing at something. Rodrick looked up and locked eyes on her. His breath stopped and his hands instantly got warm and sweaty. Even his loud music went silent. He saw her lips moving but he couldn't focus on what she was saying, only how her lips moved and how her pale green eyes popped against the dark colors around them. Small strands of hair escaped her ponytail that hung against her back, bouncing with every step she took closer. Wait, is she walking over here? Well no shit, we are the only ones over here she could be walking towards. Think Rodrick, fuck. His eyes never left her, especially when she inched closer and closer at him.

He didn’t even realize she had said something until she looked at him and stopped talking for a moment. “Huh?” was all he could muster. He internally punched himself at his stupidity. Now is not the time to be dumb, get it together!  “I said, do you want some water? Your mouth seems a little… Dry..” she grinned and looked at his lips. He closed his mouth and shook his head, maybe a little more than he should have. She looked back at his eyes and spoke. “I’m going to assume you’re Rodrick. My bathing buddy?” my heart stopped. “W-What?” he asked rather fearfully. She tried to suppress her smile and looked at him, probably noticing how nervous he became at her words. “Mom was saying that we used to take baths together when we were babies.” The thought of them taking a bath together when they were babies made Rodrick cringe, but then another thought ran across his mind. A more present one, one that made him blush and wouldn't let him get words out. “Anyway, Ciao! A dopo, mamma, Papà!” with that she walked out, guitar in hand. Oh hell. This girl is gonna be the death of me. 

“I'll show you boys to your rooms!” Julieta announced. 

Well shit.

[ivpapaemeritusiv]

Chapter 17: Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me

Summary: In this chapter, Addy and Papa wrap up the tour, navigating the challenges of caring for a newborn in a cramped bus. Fortunately, the multi ghoul is on hand to offer support and assistance during this demanding time.

Word Count: 4,100 words

Kaisarion was a few weeks old, and the tour was back in full swing and it was show time! Addeline had missed the fast-paced life of moving from city to city. She missed hearing Papa on stage and the way the crowd cheered for him. She loved seeing everyone else adore him as much as she did—recognition for his hard work. She knew it made him feel good to be appreciated. It was a validation she was unable to provide.

She was in the green room with him, holding Kaisarion in her arms. The newborn was wide awake but very quiet. Ashley was applying the final touches to Copia’s face—a mask that changed him from just Papa to Papa Emeritus the IV.

He turned around in his seat, “How do I look?”

Addy took a deep breath in, “Very dashing.”

“Ah, good,” he responded, giving his child a pat on the head, “That’s what I was going for.”

He stood up so that he could dress quickly. There wasn’t much time until he had to be on stage.

“That is one quiet baby,” Ashley said as she helped the Cardinal with his wardrobe.

As the man threw on his shiny sequin jacket, he gave his wife a small wink, “That’s because his mother is holding him. As soon as she puts him down, he will be louder than the crowd.”

The people in the room laughed as Papa started walking off. He turned around to notice Addy was not following him, “My dear, are you coming? Or should I carry you while you carry him?”

“Oh…” she was confused, “You want me to… you mean I can…”

“Yes, yes, come darling! Did you think I was going to keep you locked up in this green room? Nonsense! My little ragazzo needs to see what his future looks like.”

Addeline ran to catch up with her husband. There were so many people walking in all directions—so many people that made the show possible. It was a rush of adrenaline.

After quite the stroll, they finally reached backstage. Addeline had to admit, she actually missed Sister Imperator being in front of the monitor. Papa looked at his wife who was deep in thought, “A kiss for good luck, Amore?”

She gave him one of the kindest kisses she possibly could and sent him out on stage. Of course, as always, the crowd yelled out for him upon his entrance.

“Good evening, Lyons,” he addressed the crowd as he always had, “We’re going to have some fun tonight.”

He went through and introduced all the ghouls, allowing them to play a solo for the audience one at a time.

“I want to introduce you all to one more person,” he began to say, “Well… two more people. You see, just recently I became not just a Papa but a daddy,” he held up two fingers in the air, “for the second time.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd went insane. She was sure some of the hardcore fans probably knew Papa Emeritus had a family, but the couple was very good at concealing their private lives. Many people had no idea of their relationship.

“Yes, yes. I am a daddy to two beautiful children, a girl and now… a boy.”

The faces in the audience emitted more noise with each revelation Copia threw at them, “And they are backstage right now.”

Oh boy… Addy thought to herself, knowing what Papa was about to do.

“Can somebody get my wife out here for a second?”

Addeline, already hearing that she’d been summoned, began to walk out on her own. She was met halfway by Swiss who helped her across the stage to where Papa was standing. Papa gave her a kiss, and whispered in her ear away from the microphone, away from the busy crowd, “I want them to know what drives me to continue doing what I do.”

She blushed.

“Everyone, my wife.”

Papa let the crowd’s claps and whoops subside before introducing his next guest of honor, “And this little guy right here is Kaisarion.”

The sounds of screams were so ear piercing it stirred the infant and he began to cry, “Shh, shh,” The Cardinal quieted the crowd, “Do not fret everyone. Kaisarion always calms down when his mother is holding him.”

Addeline took this as her queue to leave. She gave Papa a passionate kiss as the crowd ooohed and ahhhed at the sight. Not being a big fan of public affection, she walked off stage as red as a beet.

“This next song is dedicated to that beautiful woman! You might like this one!”

The music started and Addy could hear, “Call me Little Sunshine,” begin to play. She sang the lyrics to her young son who quickly quieted upon hearing his mother’s melodic voice.

The show ended and as usual the crew began packing up. They had decided to drive through the night to the next city so that they could rest at the hotel the next day. Papa, Addeline, Kaisarion, Swiss and Cirrus rode in one bus while the rest of the crew and musicians rode in the other.

The two ghouls were in the middle of the bus playing cards while Addeline was lying next to Copia in their space in the back. He lay very still although she knew he was not yet asleep. He could sense her staring at him—or maybe it was the little movements of the bed that gave her away every time she glanced in his direction.

“Is there something you need, “Bella mia?” he asked, without opening his eyes.

“No… nothing,” she softly whispered.

He was not convinced, “Can you not sleep?”

“I… I…”

“Ah, you want your Papa? Is that it?” he said, still without moving an inch.

Addy let a very timid, “Yes,” escape her lips.

Papa turned his head toward her, “My dear, your Papa is very tired.”

She scowled, disappointed that he had teased her.

“Don’t look so blue,” he told her, “Perhaps I can find enough energy to put my little pet to rest.”

Her eyes lit up. They were so beautiful, Copia thought, so full of optimism at what he would give to her.

“Are you naked, Papa?”

“I am, Tesoro,” he admitted, although he had been too tired to remove his make-up from earlier.

Addy herself was only wearing a T-shirt she’d bought from an earlier concert—of course with Papa Emeritus’s face on it.

Making decrepit noises, he climbed on top of her, being very careful not to press on her stomach. He started to give her light kisses around her ear. A well-placed shiver swam through her body, down to her toes.

“Shh,” Papa tried to quiet her, as she made soft grumbles from underneath his chest, “The ghouls in the next room might be trying to sleep.”

She attempted to stifle her own noises but accidently let out a shrill gasp when Papa grabbed her thighs and forcefully pulled them apart. He pushed himself in between them and slid the tip of his cock into the wanting girl. For her, it was enough to make the room turn upside down.

Addy’s eyes seemed even blacker to him in the dark of the night. They were enchanting. He slowly began to push himself in—as slowly as he had ever done in the past. He definitely did not want to fill her up all the way as he knew they were not even supposed to be playing in this manner.

“Papa, you have to pull out.”

The tiny command from his wife made him chuckle.

“You are telling me how to fuck you?” he asked, not missing a beat.

She recoiled. He continued sliding in and out, delicately and slowly, but it was enough. After going so long without feeling one another, it was more than adequate.

“Papa, I’m not going to last much longer.”

He knew this was her way of asking for consent to get off—something she’d been taught to do from the very first fuck. Normally, he would not want it to end so suddenly, but he too was on the brink of letting go.

“Be my guest, my dear.”

She entered a trance-like state, screaming into the room. The cardinal cuffed her mouth with the inside of his palm and muffled the cries as he went on making love to her. When he saw the intensity of her orgasm subside, he quickly withdrew, spilling himself onto her stomach.

Addy, breathing very heavily, felt the warmth of it trickle down the sides of her, “You… you pulled out?”

“It was difficult,” he admitted, “But we can’t break two rules in one night, eh?”

Just then, a voice from the other side of the curtain shouted, “Hey, will you two assholes keep it down in there? There’s a fucking baby on the bus for God’s sakes!”

“Oh my, God!” Addeline shrank beneath the covers, “I forgot about them.”

“Yes, you did,” he agreed, his ears still ringing from the sounds of her shrieks, “But, Swiss has caught us in the act before. He will not be traumatized by this.”

“Permission to enter Papa,” Swiss said outside the curtain, obviously teasing Addy.

“Ah yes, entrare, entrare.”

Swiss opened the curtain, Kaisarion in his arms, “Here’s your baby. If you guys aren’t too busy, I think he’s hungry.”

Addy reached out for the infant who was making quite a fuss as the Cardinal took his original spot in the bed.

“Thank you so much for keeping him occupied for a bit,” Addeline expressed her gratitude. It was hard to be on tour with a newborn. The infant was attached to her hip every hour of the day. Any time Addeline put him down he seemed to cry but it was established quickly that for some reason the tiny boy enjoyed the embrace of Swiss.

“He’s a sweet kid and he hates everyone but you and me and that makes him okay in my book.”

“You just want to feel special,” Cirrus called from outside the open curtain.

“Yea,” Swiss continued, “Well, you’re just mad he likes me more than you.”

An object came hurling toward Swiss’s head. It caught him right between the eyes.

“Ouch!”

“Alright, out!” Papa shouted, as Addeline began to feed their son.

Swiss closed the curtain and ran to tackle his ghoul friend. The family dynamics amongst the crew were strong.

“Lay down and feed him, my sweet,” the Cardinal told his wife, “You need to get some sleep.”

Addy laid down, her back pressed up against Papa’s chest, and let one breast rest in Kaisarion’s mouth. Now, with the child being calm and her urge satisfied, she was able to drift off to sleep.

* Papa was awoken by the sound of his son’s crying. Still very tired, he grabbed his watch off the nightstand and glanced at the time. He’d been asleep for just 3 hours and there was still another 3 to drive. All was silent, except for Swiss snoring beyond the curtain.

The Cardinal grumbled, “Amore?”

She was sleeping heavily and not answering. The baby continued to cry.

“Addeline?” This time he nudged her. She repositioned slightly but did not wake up.

“Addy?” He said more loudly, “Kaisarion is awake.”

She groaned and mumbled something unintelligible under her breath.

Papa could see that she was not going to get up. He reached over her body and gently lifted the baby. Trying to console little Kaisarion, he rocked him back and forth, “There, there…”

After several minutes the Cardinal got out of bed with his son and walked into the middle of the bus where his other two companions lay resting. The little screams from the baby woke Swiss.

“Cardinal?”

“Ah, good,” he said, “You’re awake.”

“Yea, how can anyone sleep with you bringing that racket in here?”

“What do I do? I don’t know what to do?”

Swiss sat up and rubbed his eyes, “He’s probably hungry. Give him to Addy.”

“Addy won’t wake up.”

“Oh,” the ghoul said flatly. “Well, you feed him then.”

Copia looked around, somewhat frantic, “Feed him what exactly?”

Swiss burst into laughter, “Breast milk. Babies drink breastmilk.”

The Cardinal answered frustratedly, “The milk is in the breast and the breast is on my wife who will not wake up.”

“Check the fridge. Adds keeps some in there.”

Swiss watched on shaking his head, as Papa walked to the fridge to get his son’s food, “Cardinal isn’t this your second kid? Have you not been alone with your spawn before?” he continued ridiculing the frontman.

“Fa schifo al cazzo! Just get up and help me!”

Swiss threw himself out of the small cot that attached to the wall and walked over to a black mini fridge, “She keeps bottles in here just in case.”

“Just in case what?” Papa wondered out loud.

“Just in case you wake up in the middle of the night, and don’t know what to feed your kid.”

Swiss handed Papa the bottle, teasingly, and watched him shove it into Kaisarion’s mouth.

“What are you doing?” he wondered.

Papa, somewhat flustered, repeated the question, “What I am doing? I’m feeding the baby!”

Swiss covered his forehead in angst, “Papa, you gotta warm the bottle up first.”

The Cardinal went to put the bottle in the microwave.

“No!” Swiss quickly closed the microwave door shut. He reached under a cabinet and grabbed a pot to fill it with hot water, “You can’t put it in there! You have to let it warm up like this.”

“How do you even know all this,” Papa asked puzzled.

Swiss shrugged, “I watch Addy do it.”

The ghoul took the bottle from Copia and placed it in the pot, “Hey, I know it’s not my business, but you might want to start helping her take care of these babies you keep making.”

“Excuse me,” The Cardinal was a bit offended.

Swiss lowered his tone, realizing he may have been making Copia angry, “No offense, but that’s why you can’t wake her up. She’s exhausted. If you haven’t noticed that baby is literally suckling her for life support. She can’t put him down.”

Papa nodded, “Yes I have noticed that.”

“She told me she’d love to sing in the next couple shows.”

Papa quickly looked at Swiss, moving his neck so quickly it made a snapping sound, “She said that to you?”

“I mean… yea. But how can she? Kaisarion won’t let her do anything.”

“Well, she’s just had a tough delivery. She always thinks she can do more than what she’s capable of.”

“I don’t know,” the ghoul said, “I think she’d surprise you.”

“When does she talk to you about this? What else does she say?” Copia was quite dismayed that his wife would confide in somebody else instead of him.

“Don’t take it personally but you two have this weird power exchange going on all the time,” Papa listened as Swiss explained to him the dynamics of his own relationship, “She hangs on to your every command—she waits for you to tell her what to do.”

The Cardinal seemed oblivious to this information, “I don’t tell Addeline what to do.”

“Cardinal, with all due respect, I’ve never banged a woman who needed my permission to get off before.”

“You think she is afraid to talk to me?”

“It’s not that. She likes being subservient to you. It’s some fetish you guys have had from day one. It kind of makes me want to throw up honestly,” he joked.

Swiss gently removed the infant from Copia’s grasp as he reached for the bottle to begin feeding the newborn, “I’m saying you gotta approach her. You gotta pick up on what she wants, what she needs, cause she’s not gonna tell you. You’re HER master. You gotta tell her what’s best and what’s best is what SHE wants. Make sense?”

The Cardinal wore a blank gaze, his mouth gaping wide. He waited a few seconds before snapping, “It’s too early for this shit, Swiss.”

“Ah go back to bed; I’ve got the kid.”

Copia graciously nodded, retreating back behind the privacy of the curtain that separated him from the rest of the bus.

* Addeline woke up when she heard the squeaky brakes of the tour bus. Finally she thought. The bus was quite an uncomfortable and cramped place to sleep. The movements of the vehicle across the bumps and gravel of the road did not help with slumber. She looked at Papa, who had finally passed out, then noticed that Kaisarion was not next to her. She panicked, frantically looking around for him. She called his name while tossing blankets around the bed. This still was not enough to wake the Cardinal.

She busted through the curtain, hyperventilating but quickly calmed down when she saw the baby sleeping soundly next to Swiss. Oh my God she thought as her fight or flight instincts settled. She walked over to where the ghoul lay and knelt by the bed. She rubbed her son’s head and softly whispered good morning in his ear.

This woke up Swiss whose eyes fluttered open at the sound of Addy’s voice. He took a while to come to but met her eyes after blinking and rubbing his own, “Good morning, you.”

“Thank you. You are so good with him.”

“You need to train your old man, Addy. Poor guy can’t even heat up a bottle.”

She giggled and began to reach for her baby, “When did he eat last?”

“A couple hours ago,” the ghoul said, “He took a bottle and a half but there’s one full bottle left in the fridge.”

“I think I’ll just feed him from the water hose,” Addy laughed, speaking about her engorged boobs.

Swiss couldn’t help but noticed Addy was leaking through her T-shirt, “Looks like you need milking.”

Cardinal walked in to see his wife at Swiss’s bedside, “What’s this,” he asked, perplexed.

Addeline quickly looked up at him and then back to Swiss, hurrying to grab her child so that she could stand, “Nothing, Papa. Kaisarion fell asleep with Swiss. I heard someone had trouble feeding him,” she joked.

Copia grumbled as he walked over to steal a kiss from Addy, “Unfortunately, I am not as perceptive as he.”

Swiss furrowed his brow as Addy shrugged in his direction. At about this time Cirrus also woke up.

“How the fuck did you sleep through the night,” Swiss asked her.

“Why? What happened?”

Before Swiss could answer, the Cardinal walked toward the exit of the bus, summoning Addy to follow him, “Tesoro, can I speak to you for a minute?”

She followed Copia outside, a little uneasy at the manner he called her in, “What is it, Papa? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, my darling, of course not. I wanted to know if you would like to do backing vocals for the next show?”

Her eyes lit up, “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes, Amore, I mean it.”

Addeline jumped into his arms. She was ecstatic and the Cardinal quite pleased he had taken Swiss’s advice.

“Do you think my ghoul costume will still fit?”

Copia looked her up and down, noticing that she had lost most of her baby weight already, “You bounce back quickly, my darling. The costume will fit perfectly.”

“What about—”

“—Kaisarion? There are plenty of people on standby to watch him, my dear.”

*

Addy was thrilled at sound check, unlike everyone else who had done the same one an endless number of times now. She walked onto the stage fully equipped in her nameless ghoul attire and walked up to Swiss.

“Wow, you’re the sexiest ghoul here,” he joked.

She took a playful bow, thanking him for the compliment, “So where do I stand.”

Swiss looked behind his shoulder at a small circular platform, “You’re behind me. They’re keeping us altos over here while the banshee stands on the opposite side of the stage,” he referred to Cumulus who was a skilled soprano.

Swiss pulled out a book of sheet music with all the lyrics to the songs they needed to perform, “You’re not going to be on stage the whole time but I’m going to go over the songs Papa put you down for.”

“Okay,” she said bright eyed and ready.

“And you’re not getting paid either so calm down.”

She smirked and crossed her arms, “Just tell me what I’m doing.”

“So, for Mary on a cross we’ll have you matching my vocals, so I’ll show you how to do that. My mic will be louder because I’m better.”

Addeline shoved him playfully, causing him to lose his balance a bit.

He chuckled and continued, “We need you for Darkness. Papa Emeritus likes that thing you do when you’re singing a lower note and you cut to the high note real sharply, it’s almost whiny, so we’re putting you on for Spillways and Pro Memoria—we especially need you to carry the harmonies on the…” Swiss demonstrated, “To ride with me… to ride with me…” raising his hands in the air as though he had a baton, to show Addy a visual representation of the musical note.

Swiss put in a solid hour of hard work, guiding Addy through her parts. As they practiced the ending for Mary on a Cross she struggled to catch her breath before the final note. Frustration escaped in an exasperated “Ugh.”

Swiss quickly reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. Just a long note.” He gently positioned his hand on her back and under her rib cage, sandwiching her diaphragm, “Take a deep breath and stand tall,” he advised. “Save all your breath at the beginning and release it all for that powerful final note.”

Papa walked up to the two to see if Addy would be ready for the show.

“How’s she doing, Swiss?” he asked.

“Well,” Swiss began, “She thinks she’s the main character,” he laughed, “She needs to be part of the vocal harmonies instead of singing on key with the frontman.”

“Trying to steal my job, Amore?” The cardinal joked, giving her a small pinch on the waist.

“There’s actually a lot going on out here, Cardinal. If you don’t mind, I think it might be easier to go backstage with some earpods.”

“Yes, yes, do what you must,” Copia gave them permission to retreat and practice in a quieter place.

Swiss and Addy went to the green room to continue their session while everyone else practiced outside. The two worked diligently for one more hour, preparing for the upcoming show.

“I can’t believe you guys do this so many times in a row,” Addy said.

“Well, if you enjoy something it’s easy to do it over and over again,” he looked down, smirking, “You should know that, Adds.”

She laughed, assuming Swiss was talking about having sex with Copia.

“In any case,” he continued, “I think you’re ready. We need to get out there and do the real thing now. You should probably go find Cumulus so she can grab your ghoulette get up.”

He started to walk off but then noticed Addy’s shirt was wet, “Adds? Go milk yourself.”

The woman looked down and realized it had been a few hours since she fed her son. She covered herself, somewhat frustrated, “Goddamn it, this always happens.”

“Ha!” Swiss chuckled, “I don’t mind it. It’s kind of hot.”

She glanced up, meeting his gaze, and her words spilled out, “You know? I love the kids, but I think Kaisarion is my last. It’s not that I don’t adore being a mother, but sometimes I feel like I’m meant for so much more.”

“I’ll buy you a box of condoms then if the show goes well tonight!”

“I’m serious,” she said, “And having Kaisarion was so scary. If you hadn’t found me in the hallway—”

“—But I did find you,” He interjected.

She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes. He always seemed to be coming to her rescue.

Swiss met her gaze too but quickly shook himself out of it and looked down at his guitar, “Anyway, just tell him you’re done having kids. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Yeah,” she nodded,” a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Swiss himself was being facetious. He couldn’t help but be amused at the idea of Addy telling the Cardinal how things were going to be. He also knew the man wanted more children and that it would be a heated discussion. Still, he was curious to see what would happen.

“Alright, see ya out there,” he said, disappearing from the room, the thought lingering in his mind.

[sensiblethingtodo]

back with a half ass review of Woman of the Hour

clearly i am biased but legit, this was such a good directorial debut. the directing was amazing. im in no way a cinephile (actually i am almost beca mitchell when it comes to movies) but i can objectively tell when something is well directed or not.

and this was SO good??? from the opening scene alone. one of my favorite things were some of the transitions from one scene to the next. i think it was the scene after sheryl sleeps with her skeezy neighbor and it goes to the shot of autumn's character sleeping outside? that was amazing.

and another shot of the rodney taking a photo and the flash going off and it transitions to sheryl back on the dating game AMAZING

oh! and the sad shot of nicolette's character coming to her friend's house and out it starts off with the shot of beach and pulls away into the wrecked room and her friend dead on the bed.

and ive watched 1000 press tour vids but there was one where kendrick was talking about reflections shots and oh man those were so good too. the one where nicolette screams at her boyfriend to get out of the car and he slams the door and then you see her face in the side mirror. then at the end with autumn is in rodney's car and you see her reflection in the side mirror too.

ANYWAS, those were some of the things i like about the directing.

the acting was SO good too. i watched with my sister and she was saying that sheryl reminded her of a combo of cathy from the last 5 years and alice from alice darling with how "small" she was acting and kinda just letting everything come at her. i mean of course for the time women werent considered strong or independent which UGH the amount of times i gagged at the misogyny during all the dating game clips.

the fucking CREEPINESS that was rodney like omg so many times i yelled YOURE SO FUCKING CREEPY, RUN GIRL at the screen.

everyone was so good.

also i honestly didnt think i was going to like the wardrobe and hair because the previews, kendrick didnt look like she was in the 70s. but i was talking to my coworker who actually grew up around that time and she was saying how she had almost all the things that kendrick was wearing. and even the little hair clip thingy she was wearing at the tiki bar scene.

i think my only main qualm is idk why they made rodney like...nervous in that one scene when he was in the bathroom where he was freaking out? or why he was crying after he assaulted autumn's character. idk if they were trying to give him layers? i think he shouldve just remained cold and sociopathic like the rl serial killer he was based on. which btw, i tried not to read up on him before this movie but that monster got released more than fucking once??? like wtf??? and he assaulted an 8 year old!

ANYWAYS. definitely in my top kendrick movies. im so proud of her and ive been a fan for 12 years now and lemme tell you, there are more misses in her filmography than there are hits and this was DEFINITELY a hit.

[steelycunt]

Hello Ridi!! I am currently reading crime & punishment and I am...not as bewitched as I hoped I would be :/ like it's good, but it's not awesome & lifechanging like I asumed it would be :// maybe c&p is just not my dostojewski or the translation is ehhh not wonderfull but all in all I am disapointed. Have you read c&p? Or, have you ever been disapointed by a perfectly fine book as it was not quite as lifechanging as you hoped?

After that I will probably read something by eco or something by joyce as I think it would be fitting to read an irish auther the first time I'm in ireland or I will miss eco. Were you ever in ireland? Have you read anything by joyce? I think I am going to go with the english original and not a translation. We will see.

Otherwise, your last year of uni starts! Do you have good-sounding courses? My semester starts in mid october, so I have a bit of time still. I am going to do latin next semester & hopefully not, like die, or kms. I am going to a birthday party today! We'll go bowling & I struggle to recall when the last time I went bowling was. Do you recall your last encounter with it? Actually, the birthday boy is a politics major, & the politics major of this group I know the most does not have time. So I only know said birthday boy & maybe another girl, if it is indeed her & the birthday boy does not know two people with this insanely common name. Oh, I have no idea what one wears for bowling. Well, it is way to hot still, so long skirt & t-shirt it is. What would you weare for a bowling birthday party were you know kind off noone & it is way to warm for most outfits?

Anyway, hugs & kisses & all the flowers: 🫂💕💞💜💙🫂💜🫂💞💕💐🌸🪷🏵🌹🌺🌻🌼🌷🪻⚘️

Agnes 🪻🪻🪻

hello my darling agnes it’s so lovely to hear from you!! i hope you’re well!! sorry to hear you’re not loving c&p so much..i feel like it’s one of those books which is a big undertaking if it’s not as life changing as people say ive definitely read classics like that before..i haven’t read c&p but the brothers karamazov is the big dostoevsky i am hoping to read next year!! i do find really big classics a bit intimidating sometimes..i havent read any joyce either (partly for that reason) but i think it’s really fun to read books set in the place you read them in!! i havent been to ireland but id LOVE to go and im hoping to go to dublin before the end of this year with a friend <3

my uni courses are really good this year im really excited for them!! particularly one im doing on politics and culture which i think should be really fun im so glad i got onto that one..latin sounds really cool!! have you done it before? we never did it at any of my schools but im always taken aback by how posh everyone at my university is since they always seem to have been to schools that taught it 😭 have fun at the birthday party omg!! hope it ends up turning out to be the girl you know and not someone with the same name..i havent been bowling for years but a tshirt and skirt sounds good…something loose fitting…thank you for stopping in my love have a wonderful day!! mwah!! 🌷

[twicesserafim]

Try Again.

Dammit. Pt. 3

Third Person Pov:

"im really tired today, i played badminton for 4 hours yesterday and my legs hurt like crazy, it hurts when i'm sitting too, i can't run or climb, i'm sorry eun." "it's okay, what about tomorrow?" "im not sure i can"

"oh.. well.. i wish i could help you, i miss you a lot. I hope you feel better soon, it's okay that you can't sneak over, don't feel bad, okay?" "yeah, i'm sorry though" "don't apologize, it's not your fault" "i think i'm sick too"

"yeah.. your voice sounds a little weird. Are you okay?" "my head hurts, i'm sweaty, nauseous and im coughing a lot, my nose is running too" "and you think your sick? honey, you are sick." "i feel really hot" "you are"

The two of you chuckled a bit before Eunchae continued. "i'm joking, but seriously though, you're burning up? are you okay?" "i don't really know" "did you take medicine yet?" "yeah" "i have to get to practice, i'm sorry. Feel better soon, i miss you."

"i miss you too, stay safe, eun." "you too, y/n/n."

...

Eunchae Pov:

"unnies?" They all turned their heads towards me and hummed, "what's up?" "hm?" "why did you stop me from hanging out with y/n?" "it's like a punishment for you getting home late and she's obviously not protecting you and getting you home safe"

"do you want her to run around at midnight to drop me off at the dorm?" "well.. no" "unnie, she's sick. after practice can i please go get some stuff and go see her?" "eunchae-" "please. she's really sick. She's burning up and everything."

"fine. But home before 8, we're picking you up." "but unnie-" "no buts, we're picking you up at 8" chaewon said as i sighed but agreed. I just hope we get out of practice before 7:30.

...

Third Person Pov:

Thank god they got out at 6, eunchae got a few things like snacks, drinks, a cooling gel thing to put of your forehead to help with your fever. She also got flowers but hid those in her bag.

"thanks unnies, see you later, love you!"

...

"eun?" "hey, love." "how did you-" "i asked them to let me come over because you're sick, but i have to go at 8" you sat up slightly as she pushed you back down, "it's 6:30. Don't do anything, i'm here now"

...

Eunchae laid down, wrapping her arms around you. "you'll get sick, your unnies are gonna kill me" "i don't care" "eun.." "stop stressing, i just want you to feel better. I miss you more than anything."

"fine.. but if you get sick, i'm dead. i hope you know that" "i know"

...

"eunchae, we're on our way to pick you up" eunchae sighed. "okay." she looked at your sleeping figure, your skin still so hot, you let out a few gut wrenching coughs. She rubbed your back, her eyes filled with worry.

You quickly fell asleep after coughing, still so tired from just being sick. She didn't want to wake you, because she knew if she told you she's leaving soon, you would force yourself awake to be with her.

So eunchae just stayed quiet, rubbing her thumb against your skin. Until the phone again. "we're here, eunchae" "mhm.." she hummed, your guardians were away on a buisness trip so you were alone.

It was hard for her to leave, she kissed the top of your head. "i'm sorry, darling. But i gotta go. Feel better soon, okay?" "mm.. i'll miss you eun.." "i'll miss you too" "i'll get better so i can see you again" she smiled and nodded.

"that's my girl" the two of you chuckled as she kissed your hand and left your room, putting her shoes on and looking back at the door, sighing.

...

- While eunchae was at your place -

"doesn't eunchae seem happier when she's with y/n?" "yeah, i've noticed that too" "maybe we should think about this." "yeah.. ive been thinking.."

...

"Eunchae?" Kazuha muttered as eunchae got into the car. "hm" "how's she?" "bad" "are her parents home?" "no" "where are they?" "business trip" they all looked at each other, with her short replies.

They knew she was not only worried but also upset that she had to leave. Yunjin and Kazuha nodded, turning to sakura and chaewon in the front. Sakura also nodded, chaewon sighed and nodded.

"eunchae? do you wanna spend the night?" She turned around confused, "huh?" "we're letting you try again, do you wanna stay the night?" Eunchae nodded as a smile made its way on her face. "really?"

"yeah, hurry before we change our minds." "you guys are actually the best, i love you!" "we love you too, kid."

[messylesb]

Oh babe I know i made some bad choices, but i just needed you so much, i dont think you can blame me for that with how good you make me feel. I would have you touching me all the time if I could

You'd be so good to me if you let me have control now. And you want to be good to me dont you? My little princess likes it when she loses control. How about we play a game? Im going to touch your body, kiss your neck and inner thighs, bite your nipples and you have to stay silent through it all, can you do that baby? Or do i have to cover your mouth with my hand when i finally get to fuck you?

Did you miss me today? Ive just come home from a 12 hour shift and would really appreciate you being here, helping me relax

- 🪼

that's flattering, babe, to know i get you like that... i can have a lot of fun with it! would be lovely to tease you in public, just touching your neck and thighs all the time, pretending I'm oblivious to the fact that you're packing while i sit on your lap, or even grabbing your bulge and caressing your thighs under the table. I'd love to kiss your flustered face and ask what's wrong, pretending my kisses on your shoulders are chaste, but giving you small bites, just to make you feel enough pain... hm, yeah, I'd absolutely rejoice in seeing you getting more and more needy!

oh god, honey... I'd try so hard to be silent during your touches and kisses, your bites on my nipples would be the hardest part... but don't ask me to stay silent while you fuck me. I can't do that, i can't resist the urge to moan and call your name and run my mouth on the things you're doing to me. I'd probably bite your shoulder harder trying to control myself, but at some point your hand on my mouth could be the only thing to muffle the noises i make for you. and i don't think it would be that bad... i can try to be good, so hard, but your hand over my mouth while you fuck me would be so fucking hot, dear.

i did miss you 🥺😭 and making you relax would be my pleasure, darling, you must be so extremely tired after your shift, oh my god! need to take care of this beautiful girl, what can i do for you, babe?