#if I had to inherit her horrible sleep

[transmasc-rose]

One day I will be able to maintain a normal sleep schedule (lie)

[mochinek0]

Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

Marinette walked into class and handed her class books over to Ms. Bustier.

"Marinette, why-" Caline began to question.

"I resign as class president." Mari announced.

"What?" Caline whispered in shock.

"Marinette?" Adrien called out, "Are you okay?"

"Is this why you haven't been in school?" Alya asked.

Caline laughed awkwardly, "Marinette, I'm sure-"

"I will be leaving this school, as of today." she announced, leaving the class stunned.

"Oh, Marinette!" Lila called out, standing up, "Did I do something? I only wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah!" shouted Kim, "What the hell?"

"I'll be moving in with my birth father and older brother." Marinette stated, "Mother says it is time for me to go with them."

"Sabine kicked you out?" Adrien questioned, confused.

"Sabine and Tom are my guardians, not my parents." Mari declared, "My birth father listened to me. I have always had a keen eye for detail, as many of you know from asking me to design for them."

"Are you till going on about 'Lila stealing from you'?" Alya asked, "We know it was you who stole!"

Lila paled and sat back down in her seat.

'What?'

Marinette looked at Lila and smiled, "Why do you think Ms. Bustier doesn't want me to stop being class president? It's because I make detailed plans for all the school trips, fundraisers, plan the fire drills, and escape routes. I even know where everything in this school is, including the security cameras. I have kept a record of every lie you said sice you got here, where and when. My father turned the evidence over to the Board of Governers."

Lila's jaw dropped.

"If the cameras aren't working, then they'll just go after that gullible man. Pretty sure embezzlement won't keep him in position." Mari shrugged.

"Huh?" asked Nino.

"How many times do you think the mayor pays him to look the other way when Chloe's being a bitch?" Marinette declared.

"Excuse me!" Chloe shouted.

"Maybe Lila can lend you her hearing aids." Marinette retorted.

"This is why you're a bully." Alix glared at her.

Marinette simply smiled.

Bruce and Damian walked in. Chloe smoothed her clothes and fluffed her hair, quickly. She stood up and smiled.

"I'm-" She spoke.

"Your voice is like nails on a chalk board." Damian commanded, "Be silent."

Chloe closed her mouth and sat down in embarassment, leaving everyone speechless.

Marinette giggled, "You always did know how to make an entrance, Big Brother."

Chloe's jaw dropped.

'She's a Wayne!'

Marinette turned and smiled at Chloe, "Goodbye, Daddy's Little Princess." before turning back to her family, "Father, I am ready to return home."

"Very well." Bruce spoke.

All three of them left the class without another word. There was a lot they had to discuss. As far as Bruce knew, Marinette had no idea about him being Batman and Damian being Robin. She had grown up with some semblance of a normal life and he wanted to keep it that way.

The class looked at the door confused.

"Chloe?" whispered Sabrina.

"Shit!" Chloe screamed, slamming her fists onto the desk.

"Chloe, are you okay?" asked Kim.

"No!" she yelled back, "Do I look okay? So you know-You don't know who they are? Of course you Pea Brains, don't! That was Bruce and Damian Wayne. Which makes.....Baker Girl is one of the richest people in the world."

Lila sat in her seat, enraged.

'What?'

"What?" questioned Alya.

"They have more money than mine and Adrikins' family combined." she scoffed, "Her father could buy Daddy's hotel like it was nothing!"

"But-" whispered Mylene.

"Marinette is a Wayne." Chloe stated, "The Waynes own an international business and have their hands in everything. They are old money. Bruce Wayne practically owns a whole city and just doesn't wanna be mayor."

"What about her brother?" asked Alix.

"He's known for being violent and lashing out. He hates the press." she remarked, "One thing about him on social media and he hunts you down and sues you."

"That's illegal." Alya claimed.

"Sorry. Would you prefer to be thrown in jail or settle for a million dollars to delete what you have?" the heiress questioned, "The Wayne family is known for the high IQ and attention to detail, which means....we're all screwed."

The class learned that everything Marinette had said was true. Lila's lies were all exposed. She was expelled and taken to a juvenile detention center, ontop of being sued by various people. Principal Damocles had been fired, as he had zero authority to expell anyone. Their teacher, Caline Bustier, was fired for not doing her job. She never informed the nurse about Lila's illnesses or disabilities, so there was never any confirmation that any of those were true. She also never sent Lila any homework during her 'travels' and so she was far behind the class in her studies.

Chloe believed she was suffering the most. Adrien was no longer in school with her. The people that let her do what she wanted was removed from the school and she was being forced to sell clothes out of her closet because her mother was upset by how much she 'embarassed them' in front of the Waynes.

'Stupid Marinette! This is all her fault! If she had just acted rich, like me, everything would be the same as it always was.'

The class was in disarray. Not only had Ms. Bustier let Lila slide on so many things, she was behind on their lessons as well. They now had mandatory after school tutoring and study sessions. Adrien Agreste had been pulled out of the class due to his high marks. He was also at the level they all should have been at.

"Dude, how did you pass?" Nino asked, "We all listened to Miss Bustier! You're higher than anyone, including Max!"

"Well, I was homeschooled and Natalie was a tough teacher compared to Miss Bustier. Also, I wanted to be at the same grade level as Chloe. I sorta knew mostly everything, already." Adrien admitted, "I actually could have skipped a few grades if I wanted to."

Nino was surprised, "Would you be willing to tutor us?"

"I wish I could but the board made me take a test and Father demanded I answer every question I knew correctly." Adrien sighed, "I'll be going to high school and if I continue the way I am now, I'm set to graduate in two years."

They realized it would never be the same. Everyone else still had four or five years until they graduated. 

Bruce thought that another child would tip the balance of the manor, but he was wrong. It felt like all they had been missing, was her. She adjusted perfectly to the chaos. His sons insisted that Marinette learn self-defense, at the very least. She refused to walk in their footsteps and become Robin or any other sort of vigilante. It hadn't taken long for Marinette to be announced as Bruce Wayne's daughter and Damian's long lost biological sister. Marinette had taken Gotham by storm as Gotham's Angel and was designing under a new alias: Serpentine. She was taking the fashion world by storm.

Everyone loved having Marinette around, but Damian Al-Ghul Wayne knew better. Marinette was as deceiving as their mother. She looked innocent in everything she did, but her mind was a war zone. Their grandfather never appreciated her mind, but he had gotten some of his best stealth mission ideas after talking with her. He could see her slithering into every crack in their new home. She was flexible like Grayson, loved motorcycles like Todd, talked business with Father and Drake. She even won over Alfred, Brown and Cain with her cooking and baking skills.

Damian watched as Marinette smiled at her computer. The look at the screen, the smile; it was his mother's smile. He could see Gabriel stocks were plummeting after their reunion in Paris. Style Queen was barely hovering above water. For Marinette, it was never about becoming Robin. It was about ruling the world and she was going do it through fashion.

Damian would never tell anyone, but he was scared of his little sister and he would take it to his grave. The smile that would lead anyone to death: The Arabian Helen of Troy.

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[historiasbodyswaps]

I took possession of the body of my boss's son (male possession)

I am a fairly robust man since I work in an office where the salary is terrible, since we are under the command of a boss who seems like a tyrant. I can only say that my life could not be worse, I have no partner, no money, I am alone, and I live in a miserable apartment.

One day in the office at approximately two in the afternoon was when I saw him for the first time, it was that young man so handsome and marked that he walked through the corridors of the office with a strong musky smell, it was none other than Emmanuel, the young son of my boss, God, he was so hot that I couldn't stop watching him the entire time he was in his father's office, always so arrogant at his father's desk with those pumped and muscular legs, at that moment my head couldn't stop leaving to think that I wanted his life for myself, to possess that precious body

Fortunately I had some knowledge on the subject since my grandmother was a kind of witch and I had inherited some books from her, but I never paid attention to them until now. When I got to my dirty apartment I decided to look for them, until I found them in some boxes full of dust that I had in a closet, I knew that this was the time and that possibly there would not be a new opportunity like this.

It was approximately three in the morning when I finally found a spell that suited what I needed. It was my chance. I decided to prepare the potion. After a few minutes I drank it until there was no more left. A while passed and I didn't feel anything. nothing, I was disappointed to the point that I left everything and went to sleep accepting that all this was a farce, I had already accepted in a certain way that my destiny was to be this horrible man and not fulfill my dreams.

This all changed when later in the night my body started to shake, from when I opened my eyes, I couldn't move my body, this was very strange until it all started, my body started to move in an exciting way, I didn't know what was happening. I began to moan from the pleasure of this strange sensation, to the point of contorting myself, I couldn't stand this sensation, until all this stopped.

A while passed and I didn't know what was happening, when suddenly I woke up and thought it was all a dream, when I realized that I was in a different and very luxurious room, surprised I raised my hands and I couldn't believe it, they were younger, softer and muscular, I didn't know what was happening, I got up from that chamber and I felt like my body was lighter, without hesitation I looked for a mirror and it was him, I was seeing Emmanuel's reflection, I can't describe the feeling that passed through me, it was very exciting to the point that I felt a bulge in his crotch, Emmanuel's entire body shook and a picture of excitement began that he could not contain, I had to take off those tight Calvin Klein boxers that he was wearing, and I proceeded to touch that smooth cock that I now had, that experience was incredible that I cannot describe what I felt watching my new body moan with pleasure with that very masculine voice and my abdomen filled with fluids of myself, simply fantastic.

When I calmed down, I kept thinking about everything I could do with this new body, the sky was the limit, I had my ex-boss's credit card at my disposal, this was incredible, fortunately I kept some memories of Emmanuel and they had Living with my experience, my mind along with this body were unstoppable.

The following days I dedicated myself to exploring my body, down to the smallest corner. In the afternoons I spent walking around my enormous house. I had all of Emmanuel's servants at my disposal.

I can say that I don't care what happened to my old body since now I have an infinitely better one, I don't regret stealing this male's body, since he didn't deserve it, he was quite conceited and superficial, but now is my chance to use it at will. In the afternoon my new father will teach me more about the family business, I have put on a tight suit on this body that I can say looks spectacular on me, those silk socks fit my calves perfectly.

In the afternoons I go to my private gym where I put on the tightest leggings I can find, I love the feeling of the fabric rubbing against my muscular and sweaty body.

That was it, I have to go, since I have an appointment to put this well-endowed body into action, being Emmanuel is great and I love that this is my life now.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked my boyfriend to kick his boyfriend out of our communal living situation and out of our polycule due to “incompatibility”?

submitted 5/22/2024 ~💔🌈🏚️<- to find

I (26F) am considering asking my boyfriend O (32M) to kick out his other partner/boyfriend E (36M) from our communal living situation and our polycule, because E is not compatible with either our relationship or the group as a whole. Here’s the situation: The three of us currently live in O’s childhood home (his parents died and he inherited it), along with four other roommates who are not in the polycule. All of us split the bills evenly, except for E because he was recently fired from his job as a mechanic, so he pays a much smaller amount, which means all of us have to increase the amount we pay in order to keep up. This would be fine except E is not looking for a job and this is causing financial strain on all of us. It’s a large house and it’s very old so it tends to need a lot of maintenance, currently we have to get the roof repaired because a section of it caved in during a snowstorm (that part of the house is roped off because it’s still not fixed of course) and just my luck, my room happened to be on the floor below this, so O has me sleeping in his room because he’s worried floor above my room may have rotted from exposure due to the caved in roof. This will be relevant later. Now, here are the specific reasons why I want E out of here (aside from financial strain):

Everyone in the house is part of the same religious group. We are a neo pagan group (details not necessary for this but feel free to ask questions, but just know that we have some agreed upon beliefs and practices that we’ve developed over the past three years) and many in our group, including O, practice witchcraft. E, however, is a hardcore atheist, and is condescending towards us whenever we partake in our various practices. O thinks that E can be persuaded to respect us and that it’s just a matter of time, but I do not think that’s probable. O is the elected spiritual leader in the house (one: because he’s held these beliefs longer than most of us and brought us together, and two: it’s his house), so only O can kick someone out for religious reasons. We can vote to kick someone for abuse, but nothing E has done is technically bad enough.

He should be kicked from the polycule because I think he is using O either for sex or to make up for something he did back when they were in a situationship. The past between those two is very intense because it’s linked to E discovering his identity and it was O’s first relationship. It ended very badly on horrible terms, but they decided to give it another shot for whatever reason. E had an intense vendetta against me from the very beginning and he thinks that I’m delusional for believing O is in love with me because when O liked E it was “very different”. E has his own bedroom, but spends most of the time in O’s room, typically to have sex. Sometimes they want me to join in with them, but I usually decline because I’m suspicious of E’s intentions and I do not trust him. The one time I did agree to join in led to my unplanned pregnancy. I also think E is cheating on O because whenever O leaves the house, E brings over his ex B (33F), and those two hook up (or at least I assume they do because they lock themselves in the bedroom for hours).

On the cheating note, E has been getting checks in the mail from B, but he hasn’t been using this money to contribute to the bills, but rather stashing it away into a “project fund”.

B is dating my ex A (28F) and I know B has been gossiping to her because A has been posting to her private insta account long rants about “another perfectly good lesbian turned by dicks and witchcraft”, which could ONLY be referring to me because as far as I know, she hasn’t had any relationships in between ours and her’s and B’s. She is radfem and tradcatholic so the statement isn’t a surprise, but she only started posting that stuff After B started coming over, and she was kicked from the house for being intolerant, so it’s odd for her to start ranting about me now.

I think it’s unfair that my ex was kicked out for intolerance while I was still dating her, even though I objected (it was a toxic relationship and I was in deep), but O hasn’t kicked out E despite E also being intolerant and dating one of us.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Did You Like Them? || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

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summary: A heartfelt conversation between Leyla and her closest handmaiden reveals her feelings towards her first child, Alyssa.

a/n: pls pls pls send in some requests!!! this can be for the dear motherhood series if you like!

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Leyla quietly moved her feet towards the nursery. The whole of castle were fast asleep and yet she was still awake, except for the few guards around, including the two infront of the nursery. She quietly opened the door and closed it slowly. Daemon was still asleep in their bedchambers.

The young Lady walked closer to the crib at a slow pace where her daughter, Alyssa laid asleep. She crouched down beside her, her eyes studying every feature of her face. Alyssa looked very much Leyla, except for the silver hair that she inherited from Daemon.

With so much intent, Leyla stayed there for the next 10 minutes, Alyssa’s chest falling up and down at a steady rate. The door quietly opened as Alyssane, her closets friend and handmaiden, approaches her. “My Lady, what are you doing up at this hour?” she asked before crouching down beside the babe’s crib.

“I like watching her sleep,” Leyla spoke in a soft voice, admiring her daughter. A smile makes it to Alyssane’s lips, “When my children were babies, it was my favourite time too,” She says as the two make eye contact and chuckle softly.

Visiting Alyssa in the middle of the night was a daily occurrence for Leyla. Of course, Leyla often saw her daughter throughout the day but it felt different watching her at night, all alone. Whenever they were around the castle or outside, the young Hightower would often feel quite awkward holding her own child.

The looks she would be given or the whispers that would go around drove her insane. So she rather enjoy her daughter’s presence alone, without the prying eyes of court. Leyla’s eyes flicker to Alyssane, she hesitates before opening her mouth to ask her question.

“Did you like them?” She felt herself holding a breath, “Straight away?” Alyssane’s eyes snap to Leyla. She noticed her hesitation before she covered it with a small smile. “Well, I was pleased they were healthy. I would’ve killed anyone that could cause them any harm.”

“Like them? I think that comes later, my Lady” Leyla listens intently. “When I look at her,” She starts, her fingers moving away a stray lock of hair fallen on Alyssa’s face, “All I can remember is the pain of giving birth to her. Those horrible nine months I had to endure.” Leyla confessed.

Alyssane held her hand in a comforting manner. “Having a baby is a sacrifice aswell as a blessing,” Alyssane added with a sad smile. Leyla knew that when she found out she was with child, her childhood was being sacrificed. It took her some time to accept the cold truth.

“I’m afraid, Alyssane. Father is asking for more grandchildren and there’s no doubt Daemon wishes for more heirs from me,” Otto had been on Leyla’s back on having children well, ever since she married Daemon. Even more after she had her first, Alyssa.

“Don’t be, my Lady. You are incredibly strong, having a child at ten-and-five? Not many people can do that and still continue with a smile on their faces. These feelings you’re feeling right now? They will blow over and overtime, when you look at Alyssa, you will feel a sense of accomplishment”

Leyla looked back over at peaceful Alyssa, “Thank you Alysanne,” she smiled gratefully at her friend’s comforting words.

~

It was the Hour of the Owl and once again, Leyla slipped out of Daemon’s hold and quietly moved away from the bed and into the corridors. The brunette was only helped guided by the burning torches that lit up the castle, although it was nearly impulse that led her to her daughter’s nursery.

That day had been particularly hard for Leyla. Otto had found out that she had been talking about finding ways to slow down the chances of becoming pregnant. That earned Leyla a harsh slap across her face.

The young Hightower didn’t dare to tell her Lord Husband out of embarrassment. Leyla was slightly surprised to see her daughter eyes wide awake. She quickly moved to her and carefully picked her up as Alyssa cooed making her mother smile.

She opened the curtains to allow light from the moon to seep through the nursery. There, Leyla stood cradling her daughter in her arms as she sung a sweet lullaby. She cherished these moments she shared with her first born, away from the bustling of court.

Leyla was slightly startled when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her waist. “Husband,” “Wife,” He replied back in a husky voice, his head rested on her shoulder as they both look down at their daughter. “I thought I might find you here, pray do tell, what are you doing here at this hour of the night?” He spoke calmly, leaving a small trail of kisses along her shoulder and neck.

“I could not find sleep Daemon, and neither could your daughter it seemed” She softly chuckled as he joined. “Can I?” Daemon tilted his head to Alyssa as Leyla nodded. She carefully passed the 2 month old babe to her father as he softly patted her back, a soft tune coming out of his mouth in his mother’s tongue.

Leyla thought it would be impossible to fall in love with Daemon even more, well that changed ever since he became a father. He was such a huge softie when it came to Alyssa and she liked that he only reserved this side for her.

In just a few minutes, Alyssa had fallen asleep. Daemon slowly laid her down in her crib as the two stand in each other’s arm admiring the tiny human being they created. “Goodnight, my darling” Leyla leaned down to whisper to her before placing a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Daemon smiled as he watched the whole interaction. He always knew Leyla would be a great mother to his children. The couple quietly walked back to their bedchambers hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

~

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 7 in my Halloween mini series!

Dark Priest!Billy Russo, Dark Priest!Matt Murdock, Dark!Frank Castle

Warnings: Major blasphemy, dub-con, corruption, spanking (with a Bible), very very inappropriate use of said Bible, oral (f), edging, being held in place.

You check on Billy in the morning.

He has no recollection of ever being in the attic, no clue how he got there or even why. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep the night before.

He looks so concerned, so worried, that you don't bother to tell him about the things he did, the things you wanted him to do.

Your heart hurts a little at the thought, that all of his words had no meaning, that those hungry, ravenous kisses weren't meant for you.

It helps you grow more complacent with the idea of Father Murdock's punishment, that your loyalties were to God, and this monastery, and a few moments of weakness couldn't define you.

Your head is held high when you step into Matt's office at midday, prepared for whatever punishment he would dole out.

You would take it, and you would grow from it.

But you stiffen when you step in to find a person you’re not expecting.

“Mister Castle?” You ask curiously, your stomach going queasy with anxiety.

Frank turns, lifting his head from the bible in his hands, looking at you in an expectant and eager way that has you second guessing the strength of your resolve.

“Hey sweetheart,” He murmurs, snapping the book shut, “you’re right on time.”

“On time?” You question, wondering exactly how much he knew. Glancing around the room you note that Matthew isn’t even here.

He gives you a cryptic smile, moving toward you, placing the bible onto Matthew’s desk, before stopping in front of you.

His face is contemplative, stern, he raises a hand, trailing the backs of his fingers over your cheek.

Your breath catches as his touch tingles across your skin.

“Billy keeps touching you when he knows he shouldn’t.” His voice ripples across your skin, that spot between your legs warms slightly. 

You swallow, feeling the need to defend your longtime friend.

“He was just confused, he didn’t mean to.”

“No?” Frank asks, “And what about the night he came into your room to taste you? Was he confused then?”

Your eyebrows draw together.

Had that actually happened? Was it not a vivid dream? How did Frank know about it?

You can’t find the words to express your disbelief, searching his face for any indication that he was lying to you.

“That didn’t happen.” You protest weakly.

Instead of responding, his smile only deepens.

The sound of the door locking behind you draws your attention, and you turn to see Father Murdock standing at the door.

“I’m happy to see you came,” Matthew says, and you frown, opening your mouth to tell him that you hadn’t had much of a choice.

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this.” Frank answers. You glance at him, your brain teetering on overdrive as you try to fit pieces together that don’t go quite right.

Matthew leans his cane against the door, carefully approaching the both of you.

“And you, little one, are you ready to accept your sins and work towards redemption?”

You straighten.

“I am.”

“Good.” he says with finality, approaching you.

He reaches out, fingers finding your rosary around your neck, tracing the pearls.

“Tell me about this.” He says.

You swallow, glancing down at the rosary in question.

“It’s been passed down through each Mother Superior for generations. I inherited it when she passed. God bless her soul.”

“I see, and how did she die?”

You blink, wondering how he hasn’t heard the bizarre story yet.

“She got sick, they all did, every senior person in the abbey. It was horrible.”

“You poor thing.” Frank says, stepping closer behind you, and you turn to look up at him.

You give him a weak smile.

“It happens, I guess. The Lord’s reasons are not always known to us.”

He chuckles, lifting a hand to hover it over your rosary as well, never actually touching it.

“I suppose so.” He murmurs.

“Remove it,” Matthew’s voice interjects, “We are going to begin your punishment now.”

You nod, shakily tugging the rosary over your head, wrapping it around your fist with the expectation that you’re going to pray.

“Bend over my desk.”

You freeze.

“Wh-what?”

Matthew angles his head, saying Frank’s name, your eyes dart between the men as some kind of silent exchange happens.

Frank smiles politely, reaching out to grip your shoulders.

“I don’t think he wants to repeat himself, sweetheart.” Frank says, turning your body and guiding you toward the wooden desk.

Your hips pressed flush to the desk, you gasp as he presses on your shoulder, bending you over the table.

When you try to protest, and raise your body, Frank reaches to grip your wrists, pressing them down.

It renders you somewhat immobile, Frank moves to sit in the chair right in front of you, almost at eye level, while he keeps his grip firm on your wrists.

“What is going on? What kind of punishment is this?” You ask, wriggling, confused as to how this will redeem you in any way.

You feel hands settle on your backside, tugging your skirt up slowly.

“This punishment,” Matthew says behind you, “Is designed to make you reflect on your sins, to associate any thoughts of defilement with discomfort.”

Frank’s grip tightens on your wrists, drawing your attention.

“Don’t panic,” He whispers, leaning in close to you so that his voice is right in your ear, “Just look at me, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

His eyes do calm you, the warmth of his hands and the smell of sage that fills your senses eases your nerves.

You let out a slow breath, nodding at Frank.

Your eyes widen dramatically in the next moment when you feel your undergarments tugged down the length of your legs.

Your lower half is exposed to Father Murdock, and you stiffen when you feel his bare hand grip at the flesh of your cheek firmly.

“Let’s start simple,” Matt starts, “Was that the first time you’ve let a man touch you?”

You swallow.

“No.”

Something firm comes down on your rear, it makes a dull sound before you feel a gentle sting.

You turn your head, catching sight of the Bible that Frank had been reading earlier in Father Murdock’s hands, but as soon as you see it, Frank’s free hand is on your jaw, twisting your vision back to him.

He shakes his head.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He commands.

You shiver, nodding, mouth dropping open at the flood of sensations you were experiencing, that… wasn’t quite bad at all.

“When was the first time you let someone defile you?” Matthew asks.

Frank's eyes study your face as you contemplate your answer.

“I kissed Billy, i-in the gazebo in the cemetery, when I was around seventeen.”

You gasp, feeling another hit against your rear, your eyes rolling in pleasure for just a moment.

“Is that all?”

“N-no, I kissed him a few days ago, in the same place.”

The bible hits you again.

“He’s the only man you’ve ever kissed?”

“Yes.” You answer honestly.

“But he’s not the only man you desire.” Matthew continues with a statement, and not a question.

“Um,” You murmur, trying to stall.

The bible comes down harder on your flesh, and you can’t help the moan that leaves your mouth.

“Please, Father Murdock, I’m sorry.”

His palm presses to your heated rear, fingers dipping down until they brush against your most intimate parts.

“You don’t feel sorry, little one, you feel wet.”

A whine leaves your throat, his fingers probe you, gliding over your cunt, pausing on your aching bud.

“Is this what you want? Does it excite you to be touched like this?”

You don’t answer, dropping your head in shame.

Another spank, this time a little harder than you expect.

Tears pool in your eyes.

“Yes, Father.” You answer honestly.

Another hit, followed by another. The pain stings, your body hot, the little spot between your legs throbbing, begging for attention.

You feel his hand, pulling your legs further apart, before something rubs against your center.

You tip your head back, mouth open, but before any sound can get out, Frank is pushing his thumb into your mouth.

“Not too loud, we don’t want anyone to hear you.”

Tears slip from the outer corners of your eyes, down your cheeks to pool in his hand, Matthew rubs the spine of the bible between your thighs in a slow, agonising movement.

You moan around Frank’s thumb, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure you’ve never felt before assails you.

Frank’s rough thumb sways over your thumb, you whimper, opening your eyes to meet his.

Matthew continues to give you pleasure, instead of pain, rubbing the indented leather spine along the seam of your cunt, pressing in, circling against you for a few moments.

Your fingers curl around your rosary, an aching throb begging you to tilt your hips up and rock your body further onto Matthew’s bible.

He spanks you again, and your only response is to suck on Frank’s fingers more passionately.

You flutter your pleading eyes at him, trying for the first time, to seduce, to encourage him to pleasure your body.

Frank smiles, dark eyes that seem to bore right into your soul, he leans forward to delicately glide his nose against yours.

“You take punishment so beautifully, sweetheart.”

You lean into the palm of his hand, accepting the compliment gratefully.

Your head swarms with pleasure, approaching that peak so easily you can almost taste it, Matt behind you, quietly pleasuring you.

You groan in dismay when he stops, feeling his hands smooth over the curves of your behind.

Your face is so close to Frank’s that you don’t react when you feel his tongue dart out to lick your tears away. You’re surprised at the way it feels, very different from Billy’s rougher, longer, an oddness to it that you cannot put your finger on.

You accept your fate, at the mercy of these two men, wondering briefly how Billy would fit into the mix.

Frank pulls his thumb out of your mouth, gripping your jaw softly so that he can press his mouth to yours.

At the same time, you feel a tongue dart out to lick between your legs.

You feel like putty, being molded anew, as Frank kisses your lips and Matthew kisses your cunt.

You gasp into Frank’s mouth, feel him chuckle, his lips taste sweet, soft, his tongue- dextrous and wicked, delving into your mouth with expert precision.

Humming, you note hazily that Frank’s tongue has two points, the movements are vile, delicious, you want to feel like this permanently.

Matt’s tongue is no less capable, licking hungrily at your wetness, humming into your delicate skin, kissing the areas that he’s punished with his bible.

Your toes curl, fingers tight around your rosary, head floating. Your body trembles, your breath stalling in your chest as bliss approaches. 

Matthew’s tongue withdraws, and you find that the disappointment is almost too much to bear.

You stiffen, eyes searching Frank’s, begging for something more as Matthew rights your underwear, pulling your skirt over your legs.

Frank withdraws too, you glance down, watching as he removes his hand from around your wrists, his palm holding odd marks where your rosary has touched him.

“Why?” You whisper helplessly.

“Punishments are not supposed to feel good, little one, they’re supposed to make you want to be good.” 

Your body responds eagerly to Matthew’s words. You find that he’s right, you want to be good, you want- more of what he gave you.

“How do I be good?” You ask timidly.

Matthew helps you stand on shaky legs, his mouth- pink and glistening- no doubt with your arousal.

“Obedience.” He answers your question, carefully untangling your rosary from your hands and placing it around your neck.

He takes a second, running his thumb across your bottom lip gently, the gesture heavy with affection.

“I have to go now, but I'll see you later?” He murmurs.

You nod, looking up at him with glassy eyes, wondering if you were too much above begging for release.

You don't get a chance to contemplate it further, before he leaves.

You drop your head, contemplating your actions, before turning to look at Frank.

“I'm confused.”

Frank chuckles, moving around the table to stand before you.

“What's troubling you?”

“I was just punished for letting Billy almost defile me last night, and in the process, he- you both- well you defiled me in a way too.”

“That does sound confusing, yes.” He agrees, stepping in closer. You take a deep breath, enjoying his masculine scent.

“I think, sweetheart, you just have to accept that these things are barely going to make sense from now on.” 

Your eyebrows draw together in further confusion. He reaches up, fingers stroking your jaw to bring your attention back to him.

“You really are beautiful.” He says, deep in thought. You feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“Th- thank you.” You whisper.

.

“When was the last time he was seen?” Sister April asks.

You wait, listening to Sister Margaret's mumbled response.

“Perhaps at morning mass yesterday? Definitely not after that. Father Murdock even confirmed that he wasn't in the dormitory last night.”

“It was pouring last night,” you recall, ���Could he have gotten lost somewhere?”

Sister April lifts her shoulders.

“It’s possible, everyone is looking for him, hopefully he is found soon.”

You nod in agreement, concerned for one of the monks residing here. 

You’d been so caught up with Billy, Matthew and Frank, that you’d let your duties to your people fall short, and now someone was missing. 

It was hard not to blame yourself.

.

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[bumblesimagines]

is that a hickey?

you make a great pillow.

- Kiara Carrera

you make a great pillow.

is that a hickey?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

There was something calming about the Carrera Residence. Maybe it was the sound of the water gently sloshing around nearby, or the soft rumble of boats in the water, or maybe it was simply the complete and utter silence. Back home, in Tannyhill, catching a wink of sleep was difficult once someone woke up. Ward would start making phone calls and his loud voice would boom throughout the house, Rose's shrill voice would shriek through the hallways, Wheezie's neverending complaints and whines would begin from the second she woke up, Sarah and Rafe would thump around with heavy footsteps. With the Carrea's, however, Mike and Anna were incredibly mindful of their daughter's beauty sleep. 

Sadly, Kiara hadn't inherited that caring trait. 

"Wake up." Her hushed voice hit your ear, sluggish and still tired but loud enough to draw you from your slumber. "You gotta go, babe. Dad will kill you if he catches you here."

"Mm, I doubt it. Mike loves me." You still remembered the way Mike and Anna's faces brightened when Kiara brought you around to their place. You were sure they'd been praying day and night that her secret partner wasn't one of the troublemakers she called friends. A charming, good kid from Figure Eight had been exactly what they wanted for a future in-law.

"It's conditional." Kiara giggled.

"Oh, fuck you." You laughed softly and she slapped her palm over your mouth, the sting forcing your eyes to crack open and glare in her direction. Kiara snorted and pressed her lips into your shoulder to muffle her giggles, mouthing a silent apology against your skin before slowly peeling her hand back. She moved carefully, nose crinkling when her bed creaked loudly into the quiet air. You could hear the muffled sound of speaking downstairs, signaling her parents were up and about. 

"You have to go now," Kiara whispered and tied up her mop of curls into an equally messy bun. She brushed a few curls out of her face and slipped out of bed, tiptoeing around her bedroom to collect the clothes scattered around the floor. Separating your things from hers, she wiggled on the pajamas she'd worn the previous day and motioned for you to hurry up. "You make a great pillow, by the way."

Climbing out of her bed, you began slipping your clothes back on. In the middle of tugging your pants up, you felt your phone slip out of the back pocket and clatter loudly onto the wooden floor. You and Kiara froze, staring at the phone wide-eyed as the sound downstairs briefly paused before resuming again. You scrambled to finish dressing and snatched the phone off the floor, the sounds of the stairs creaking and groaning prompting Kiara to shove you toward the window. 

"I'll see you later?" You asked quietly, planting your hands on the windowsill and sticking your legs out. Kiara answered with a kiss and rapid nodding so with one last smile, you hopped down onto the grass below and nearly fell over when your knees threatened to give out. You held in a grunt and braced yourself against the wall, giving your body a minute to catch up. 

"Hey, sweetheart," Anna's voice drifted through the open window and held your breath, hoping she hadn't caught on.

"Hey, Mom. What's up?" Kiara was horrible at pretending. You could hear the quivering and awkwardness in her voice.

"We're just finishing up breakfast downstairs. Go brush your teeth and join us." You exhaled a sigh of relief and pushed yourself off the wall, beginning to creep away toward the front gate when you heard Anna's next words and nearly laughed. "Kiara Carrera, is that a hickey?"

[sumaneun-stars]

'Save It - 05'

(smut)

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut, angst

Warnings. Mentions of abuse, making out, unprotected sex, nipple play, handjobs, swearing etc!

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

“How did you and Heeseung… become friends?” Jay didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he wanted to know what Heeseung meant to you.

“Hmm..” you tried to remember.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it” 

“No- no i was just trying to recall the memory that’s all” you smiled and kissed his hand. Jay was grateful that you were comfortable with him. He kept himself occupied with caressing your hair while he waited for you to answer.

“Back in college when the basketball games were on, I would always stay back and spend my time on the rooftop. I was never really into cheering the guys on like the others did” you said as you played with Jay’s fingers.

Jay hummed in response as he nuzzled his nose in your hair, causing butterflies in your stomach.

“So Heeseung was one of the major players- and one day he got into an accident and couldn’t play anymore” 

“Oh my god-  that’s horrible” Jay weirdly felt bad for Heeseung, he never knew this side of him.

“He didn’t attend any of the games after that. So on the day of the finals I was at my usual spot on the rooftop and I suddenly heard crying”

“Oh… it was Heeseung” Jay sympathized.

“Yeah… and out of instinct I comforted him” 

The memory played in your head, it was so clear like it happened only yesterday. He was your first, but he never reflected the love you had for him.

Jay knew you had a crush on Heeseung back then and he hated it, but looking at your expression now- he wondered how much of hurt it would have caused you. It pained him so much to have a crush on you for a few months, but for you to carry it for years. He wouldn’t have survived.

“So you have a lot of memories on the rooftop, huh?” Jay said as he tickled you. You laughed thinking about what happened tonight- you had completely forgotten about it.

“Thank you for telling me, love. Get some sleep, the flight is at 10 am tomorrow” he pecked your forehead and caressed your cheek. You mumbled a soft ‘okay’ and snuggled into his chest. Jay grabbed your thigh and lifted it up to his waist, making it dangle from the other side. He wrapped his arm around you and gently ran his thumb over your earlobe. The action somehow made you comfortable, and soon you fell asleep in his arms.

When Jay heard your soft snoring, he pulled back to take a look at your face. He chuckled at your sleeping figure, the way your mouth parted and eyebrows relaxed made his heart flutter. How were you so perfect? And how did he get so lucky? 

The next day the both of you returned back. Jay’s mother wanted to meet him, and so the opportunity for you to meet her and clear the air about you rose. He wanted you to meet them- and most importantly, convince them about dating you, and hopefully… marry you. 

On the way to his parents house, your mind raced to all the possibilities for things to go wrong. You remembered Jay’s mothers expression when she first saw you. You bet she would get a heart attack when Jay tells her about you being his girlfriend. You loved Jay, but you didn’t want relationship with his parents to be ruined.

“Hey… everything will be fine, don’t worry” Jay reassured you as he laced his fingers with yours.

“I’m okay” You lied through your teeth. Jay gave you a stupid look that said, ‘please, I know you’. You chuckled at him and slapped his shoulder in a playful manner.

“It’s just that everything is moving so fast… I never expected to lose my virginity- especially with you. But I don't regret it obviously. And now we are on our way to reveal our relationship, but you’re my boss- and i’m your secre- hmph”

“Girlfriend” Jay kissed your lips to shut your rambling.

“I understand love… and to be honest I didn’t expect it either. But deep down, don't you think telling my parents is better than them finding out before?” Jay read you like a book. And when you mumbled a tiny ‘yes’, he chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“I’m sure they’ll love you, baby” Jay leaned in and kissed your cheek. He knew you were scared, you always had a habit of biting your inner cheek when you were nervous. He found it cute. It overwhelmed him how much he loved every little detail of yours. And at that moment, he made a pledge to himself to always protect you.

You got startled when the doors to the huge mansion opened. Jay held onto your hand which you were grateful for, and the maid led the both of you through different pathways and staircases. You weren’t joking when you said it was huge. She finally stopped at the garden and opened the glass door to you and Jay. At the far end, you spotted Jay’s mother seated, drinking tea. She looked …sad. Jay cleared his throat and before his mother could notice, you withdrew your hand from Jay’s. She spread her hands in joy, but it soon faded when she saw you.

She made her way over to Jay and hugged him “My son! I’m so happy to see you… I thought you wanted to talk about personal matters” she whispered the rest in his ear, but sadly you heard it.

“I did… with my girlfriend” he took your hand and raised it for his mother to see.

“G- girlfriend? Her?” She gasped out in shock. You did not expect Jay to introduce you like this. Now you were positive his mother would get a heart attack.

“That’s wonderful, dear!” she laughed in joy.

“Huh?” you and Jay said in sync. You expected some kinda… disappointment?

“I’m so happy you found a girlfriend son, come sit down” Jay’s mother hugged him and hugged you too. You looked at Jay and he had the same expression as you. Confusion. 

“Mom, you're taking your medicines daily, right?” Jay asked and you kicked him under the table.

“Yes dear, I’m not crazy” His mother laughed.

“Mrs. Park, are you truly okay with us?” you asked genuinely.

“Of course dear! And please call me Mom” she took your hand and lightly squeezed it. It felt weirdly nice. She smiled and you naturally reciprocated it.

“What about- Soojin?” Jay mumbled curiously.

“Ah… her. Apparently she is in love with her bodyguard, Mr. Song” his mother looked down.

You suddenly remembered the guy who gave you Jay's parcel back in shanghai… the prada bag.

“The fair back haired guy? The good looking one?” your voice betrayed you. And his mother nodded her head. The side of your head suddenly felt hot, you faced Jay and his eyes shot daggers your way. 

“Unfortunately, yes. He is good looking” she agreed and Jay turned to his mother in disbelief.

“Good look-”

“Soojin called me yesterday and told me that she loved him and that it was all a show,” his mother said in disappointment. You felt guilty for ruining the plans she had for her one and only son.

Jay took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. He ran his thumb over your skin and smiled. His mother saw this and smiled.

“But it looks like I don’t have to worry” you gestured to both your hands and smiled sweetly.

“Thank you… Mom” you said for the first time in 11 years. 

The evening went on with Jay's mother asking details of your relationship. It felt nice to speak to her. She even apologized for looking at you unpleasantly during the party. She spoke about Jay’s childhood stories, and embarrassing moments. It all ended well.

“Good looking black haired guy?” Jay asked you in disbelief as he drove you to your house. He didn’t like the idea of you finding another guy handsome. Was he as good looking as him?

“Oh yeah he was hella good looking… and tall” you teased him as you looked at your phone. You weren’t focused on your phone anymore when you found out Jay was jealous. You then understood the look he gave you back at his parents house. It was a rare occasion, so you wanted to test his patience.

“How exactly was he better looking than your boyfriend?” he asked with a smirk. He knew your answer would be ‘you’re more better looking’ or ‘you're the most handsome one’. In all the dramas the female lead always said those. But you said-

“Well- he was a little more muscular than you. Oh! And he had green eyes. Ugh they were-” you continued to tease him.

“Wow, you're actually explaining it” he mumbled disappointedly. His lips formed into a sad pout as he looked ahead. You laughed and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and kissed your lips. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Caught you!” He cheered and you slapped his arm playfully.

Jay hugged you in front of your apartment, relieved that it was all over, and that he could freely date you. He sighed and buried his nose in the side of your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. You stroked the back of his head and pecked his ear. You pulled away from the hug and bid him goodbye. He waited for you to walk in but got confused when you ran back into his arms.

“Baby, everything okay?” he patted your back lovingly.

You gave him one final squeeze and kissed his lips. His hand on your waist traveled up to the back of your neck and pulled you more into the kiss. When the breath in your lungs ran out, you pulled away and breathed into his mouth. You were driving him crazy.

“You're so beautiful, Jongseong” you whispered into his lips, your finger delicately brushing over his chin. Jay felt a thousand fireworks in his stomach, and he found himself smiling like an idiot. How did you make him so weak in the knees? You laughed when you saw Jay’s wide smile, and he shyly hid his face in his hands.

“What?” your question came out in a laugh.

“I’m beautiful?” he giddily asked.

“Oh my god Jay…” you laughed and he swayed from side to side like a cat, snuggling his head in your neck.

“Bye, I'm going in” you ran to the entrance but stopped when Jay replied, louder than usual.

“Am I more beautiful than the ‘tall, handsome guy?’”

“Sh… Oh my god, the neighbors” you laughed and Jay sent you a flying kiss.

You smiled like an idiot as you made your way into your house. You were so grateful that everything was back to normal- but better. You changed into your night clothes and you immediately fell asleep.

The next morning you got up and made it to the office early. Your phone beeped to the message sent by Jay. You opened the chat that was once named ‘Boss’, and now named ‘Jongseongie<3’

‘Good morning love! Are you at the office? I can ask the driver to go slow for you to run ahead if your not \(^0^)/’ 

You scoffed playfully at his text.

‘Mr. Park I’m at the office thank you very much -_-'

‘Awh I wanted to pick you up!’

‘Omg you're so cute&lt;;3'

“Who are you texting?” Mark peeked into your phone but you turned it off before he could read the messages.

“N- No one” you stuttered.

“Oooh… something happened in Shanghai... Oh my- did you- you had sex?" Mark cheered out and you shut his mouth with your hand.

“Shhh! Yes okay I did!” you whisper shouted at him.

“Yes, finally! Wait- with whom?” you both laughed when he asked impatiently. You walked away, but he followed you.

“Okay okay, I’m just happy you experienced it” He patted your shoulder and you gave him a side hug. You told Haneul about Jay though. She deserved to know, she was so shocked that she kept spamming you.

When you were informed Jay was to arrive soon, you left your phone on your shared desk with Mark and made your way to the entrance. You stood in your rightful place, which was opposite to Mark. Everyone was in position except… Sohee was standing on your right instead of Mr. Seo (the Manager of team A).

“How did you enjoy the hotel suite, Ms.Y/n?” Sohee said sarcastically as you looked at her way.

You looked at Mark and you gave him an 'I'll tell you later’ look. The car pulled up and you opened the door for Jay.

“Good morning, Mr. Park” you said in your ‘secretary voice’.

“Good morning” the corner of his lip tilted upwards as he looked at you and replied.

You tried your best to hide the smile. Once Jay walked away, everyone sent suspicious eyes at you. Especially Sohee. You loved your job as Jay’s secretary- but the only disadvantage was that everyone was jealous of your position, especially the females.

One of the female employees walked up to you with her hands crossed to her chest, wearing a look of disgust and jealousy.

“Y/n, why did Mr. Pa-”

“Hey Y/n, I need you to look into a document urgently, now now now” Mark said as dragged you away from the crowd.

Mark led you to your desk with him and made you sit down on your chair. He stood up and crossed his arms in a playful way, like he was going to interrogate you.

“You slept with Mr. Park, didn’t you?” Your eyes widened at his accurate answer, and that just confirmed his suspicion. Mark dramatically covered his mouth in shock.

“No- no I didn’t- I had it with someone else-” you tried to cover up but just then your phone lit up to a text Jay had sent. Mark gasped dramatically as he saw the chat name. He snatched your phone before you could get a hold of it.

“Come to my office- oooh~ Y/n~” Mark swooned as he read out the message.

“Okay okay, I’m dating Jay” you chuckled as you told Mark. You trusted him, and even though he didn’t show it- he cared a lot about you. Mark listened with an amused look. The both of you laughed along at the jokes he made.

You didn't notice time had gone by until Jay opened his office door. Mark and you stood up and bowed automatically. Jay stared into your eyes and Mark coughed, kicking you under the table signaling you to go in.You walked over to Jay and he moved aside to let you into his office. Your back hit the door the moment he closed it. He looked down at your small figure as he caged you with his body.

“Having fun back there?” Jay said in a deep, deadly whisper.

You shivered when his breath hit your neck. His lips lingered there without any movement. Your heart beat fastened so much, you could hear it in your ears. You were getting so wet at his hot breath fanning your neck. Suddenly, Jay pulled down the blinds, making the office dim. He smirked slightly when he saw your legs tighten together.

He suddenly carried you to his desk and set you down. His hand made his way to your blouse, starting to unbutton it.

“J- Jay, what if someone sees?” You asked, but it soon turned into a whimper once he kissed the exposed skin on your chest.

“Let them see” Jay threw your blouse to the floor and unhooked your bra swiftly. He connected his lips on your nipple and started sucking on it with so much force that you were being pushed backwards. You whimpered as he swiveled his tongue over your hardened tit. He groaned out when you held onto his hair for support. You bit your bottom lip to the feeling of his hands running all over your body.

His fingers moved down to unzip your skirt. You wanted to tease him- so you raised your red stiletto shoe and lightly pressed it to his crotch.

“Ah- fuck” he moaned and pushed your leg aside. He looked at you, and before he could make a filthy comment, you grabbed the nape of his neck and kissed him. Your kiss turned into a very hot make out session. Jay’s tongue danced with yours, heads moving from side to side. Meanwhile, your hands got to work on his belt, and when you got rid of his underwear, you ran your fingers over his shaft.

“Hmph- god” he moaned into the kiss.

You smirked and started rubbing up and down his length at a fast pace. Jay gripped on to your hips for support and you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. His moans were so heavenly it got you so wet. He hissed when you massaged his balls. He was dripping with pre cum already when he felt a tingle in his stomach.

“Don’t stop- ugh” He let out a guttered moan.

You gasped when you felt hot ropes of cum gushing out. You watched in awe as he released his liquid on your hand. He was panting heavily as he looked at you, making you smirk. You felt proud that you played his own game.

“That was not pretty babe,” Jay panted.

Jay’s mouth parted as you smirked and brought your fingers to your mouth, starting sucking his cum off them.

“Mhm but it’s delicious” you moaned at the taste, your eyes completely on his. Your left hand was on his cock and you smirked when he became hard again. 

“Fuck- baby, you're a natural” 

Your back hit the desk and Jay towered over you. He undressed you and hissed out when he saw you dripping wet.

“So wet after giving me a hand kitten?” he teased 

“You cummed on it though” you smirked but soon moaned out when he scissored his fingers through your hole, his pace faster than usual.

“Don’t be naughty, doll” Jay cooed as your hips struggled to be freed from his hold.

“Hmph- ah!” You cried out on his fingers. It felt like heaven. 

He pulled out his fingers and you supported yourself on your elbows to why he stopped. Jay moved backward for you to witness. He bit his lip as he rubbed your slick over his cock. You moaned at the sight of his precum and your arousal combined together.

He came closer to you and laid you down on his desk. He towered over your body and leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“I’ve waited to fuck you on my desk for so long, baby” 

He wanted to take you on this desk so desperately ever since his stupid dream, and the best part was you sounded so much more heavenly than his nightmare.

You brought his face closer to yours and whispered back into his ear.

“Then fuck me” 

You cried out when he shoved his cock into your needy hole without a warning. He moaned into your ear when you clenched around him. The both of you were completely naked against each other, his bare skin on yours. His hips moved in such a fast way that you were out of breath. The way his balls hit your skin was making you dizzy. Jay pulled out for a brief moment only to force it back in, making your back arch to the constant hitting on your g-spot.

“Ah- ah! S-so full-” you stuttered out as you held onto his shoulders.

“You're taking me so well, kitten, my good girl” he said before he licked your ear lobe.

Jay suddenly pulled out and bent you over his desk. He parted your legs and entered you once again. You screamed out in pleasure at the new feeling, him feeling so much more deeper now. His tip hit all the spots with more delicious force. His hands were on your hips but his fingers were fixed to your clit. You bit your hand to muffle your moans as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud.

“You know daddy doesn't like that, right?” Jay took your hand away from your mouth and held it behind your back.  

You moaned out when he hit his hips with force to get a reaction out of you.

“Answer, doll” Jay pushed harder.

“Y- yes, daddy!” you screamed.

Jay rolled his hips and you felt a coil in your stomach. He understood when you started panting harder. He didn’t want to pull out but he had to, when he was half way out you clenched on him  

and pushed yourself backwards to prevent him from doing it.

“Don’t pull out Jay” you whined.

“Baby, I don’t want to either but-”

“Then don’t!” 

“Love, I can’t-” he hesitated 

“Please, daddy” you moaned out desperately

“Fuck it” 

He started rubbing your clit, and soon you both came. Jay bent over and moaned into your neck at the way you tightened around him. You whimpered when you felt Jay filling you up. His hot breath on your neck made it a thousand times better. Your arms staggered with tiredness. Jay noticed that and pulled out and gently turned you over. Your back rested on his desk and you looked at Jay who was staring at your pussy. He jerked himself a few times and entered you again.

He raised your legs and made them wrap around his waist, humming at the feeling and rested his head on your chest while he filled you up to the brim. You sighed as you played with his hair, stroking it and gently massaging his scalp. The both of you stayed like that for a while. From time to time Jay hugged your waist and buried his face into your chest, and occasionally he’d kiss your nipple. It felt peaceful even though he was still inside you. You couldn’t believe his seeds were inside of you, but you didn’t regret it. You could take a pill later.

Jay was at peace. Your warmth kept felt like home to him, the way you gently ran your fingers through his hair made him feel so light. He could just fall asleep any minute. What he enjoyed most at this moment was the sound of your beating heart, it was a slow melody that he had grown to love. Everything about you was so fascinating to him. He felt a sense of pride as well, he fucked you better than heeseung did in his nightmare. The fact that he was inside you with no movement felt nice. His heart fluttered when you would kiss the top of his head lovingly, what did he do to deserve you?

“Love?” you called him but he didn’t reply. “Jay, my baby?”

“Five more minutes” He mumbled into your chest. You chuckled at his behavior. You didn't know how much time you’d lost. Mark was still outside, could he have heard anything?

“Time to wake up, daddy” you teased him as you ruffled his hair.

“Oh no~” he whined shyly. You chuckled and kissed his head. Is it even possible to be shy after saying all those words?

Jay slowly got off of you and helped you to stand, your legs wobbled as you lost balance, but Jay carried you and made you sit on his chair.

“Honey, you okay?” His voice was full of concern, even though you were about to fall a minute ago, your heart fluttered to new nickname.

“Y- yeah, I’m okay” you smiled at him.

“Shall I get you some muscle cream?” Jay was so worried, he went too far with you and now you were hurting.

“No baby, I’m fine” you made him look at you and kissed his nose.

“Are you sure nothing is hurting?” 

“My thighs are a little numb that’s all, I promise” You looked at his watery eyes, he was so vulnerable you wanted to cry. How did you end up with an angel like him?

Jay dressed you up and you promised him you wouldn’t walk too much. He told you to wait after work so that he’d take you home.

“How was your trip to heaven, Ms.Y/n?” Mark teased as you sat down 

“Amazing! There were rivers of milk everywhere!” you dramatically said in a playful manner.

“Oh my god! I wonder where it flows down to?” you and Mark laughed so much your jaws started to hurt, he was the best friend you could ask for.

After work ended Mark looked at you.

“Aren’t you going home?” He asked curiously 

“Jay is taking me home” 

“Ooh, heaven let’s go!” he cheered.

“Not heaven you idiot, my legs are aching” you looked down and Mark scotted down in front of you,

“Seriously? Do you want some painkillers or some kinda crea-” he panicked

“No no I’m fine, thanks Mark” you patted his shoulder.

“You sure-” 

“Ready, babe?” Jay came up to you and stroked your shoulder.

“Yeah, let’s go” you smiled at Mark and Jay shook his hand. But the moment you stood up your thighs ached with pain and you fell back onto your chair.

“Y/n!” Mark and Jay shouted in sync.

You knew life wasn’t on your side. Jay felt so guilty, you're in so much pain because of him. What if your scars were hurting too?

“I don’t think I can walk, Jay” you were genuinely worried about the pain in your legs, not the pain from the session with Jay, but the pain of the scars following it. You were mostly worried about Jay, he would be kicking himself internally by seeing you.

Jay removed his coat and placed it on your legs.

“Baby can you put your arm around my neck?” you hesitated a bit but then placed your arm around his neck, and he gently carried you bridal style.

“Does it hurt?” his voice came out in a broken sob, your heart ached at his voice. He was so worried about you. You nodded your head and he carried you to the car.

You hid your face in his shoulder when you heard people gasping and whispering. What did you get yourself into?

Jay helped you on the passenger seat of his bugatti, the seat was so soft and comfortable, you relaxed right away. You watched as Jay walked to the driver seat and got in. He looked at you with so much concern, making you melt.

“Are you comfortable, love?” Jay asked, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“What happened to ‘honey’?” you smiled and felt at ease when he smiled back.

“Are you comfortable, honey?” He corrected his sentence as he kissed the back of your hand once again.

You nodded your head and Jay drove to his house. He stopped at a pharmacy and bought you a pill and other stuff which he refused to show you. You smirked to yourself, you knew he bought condoms for your next trip to heaven.

“Why are you smiling?” Jay asked.

“Nothing” you pursed your lips.

Jay carried you all the way to his bathroom and set you down on the counter gently, like you were a piece of glass. You watched him as he started filling the tub with hot water. You suddenly tensed up, your skin burnt up every time you came in contact with it. It brought back all those nightmares you lived through, and with the pain in your thighs…

“Jay… I can’t-” your voice almost came out as a whisper.

Jay faced you and immediately made his way to you when he saw your eyes glassy.

“Baby what's wrong? Is the pain getting worse?” He rubbed your thighs gently. 

“No, I can’t bathe in hot water Jay… it hurts” He understood, your scars hurt when it touched heat… or was it your head?

“When did you last bathe in hot water, love?” he asked slowly as he stroked your hair to calm you down.

“About… 5 years ago” you realized how long it was, after that experience you never wanted to touch hot water in your life. Even during the freezing cold winter when you missed the feeling of warm water hitting your skin, you refused.

“Hmm that was a long time ago, wasn’t it? Do you wanna try again?” Jay stroked your sides, he didn’t want to force you into anything but the medicine he bought needed to be added into warm water. You looked at the tub and hesitated for a while.

“Maybe I can try” deep down you were curious to how your skin and mind would react to the water.

“That’s my good girl” he kissed your forehead, took the crystal medicine and sprinkled it over the water. He diluted it with a little cold water to not make it too hot for you.

“What’s that?” you asked curiously what he added into the water.

“It’s a medicine to ease the pain,” he explained.

“In water?” you questioned.

“Yeah, apparently a lot of couples bathe together after sex and this helps to reduce the pain,” Jay said as he checked the water with his hands.

“And how do you know this, honey?” you said while you started undressing.

Jay smirked and made his way over to you, he loosed his tie in front of you and threw it to the floor, you gulped as he started invading your personal space. He hooked his hand on the waistband of your skirt, before leaning into your ear.

“How do I know this?” He repeated your question.

You nodded your head and swallowed at the close proximity. 

“The pharmacist told me” he pecked your ear and walked to the bedroom, smiling playfully at your flustered state. You scoffed at his games and started to undress.

When Jay came back into the bathroom, you were sitting naked on the counter. He was in his bathrobe but even the little bits of exposed skin made you horny. Jay eyes feasted on your naked figure, you were sitting so prettily there for him. He cleared his thoughts as he made his way to you.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah” 

He pulled the string of his robe and it fell to the ground, revealing his sculpt-like body. You shut off your dirty thoughts and let him carry you. He got into the bathtub first as you held onto him like a koala on a tree.

“Whenever you're ready, love” Jay said before he kissed your cheek.

You took in a deep breath and lowered your legs down slowly into the water. It felt… nice. Your feet tingled at the feeling. You were now standing with Jay. he examined your face. You seemed to have mixed feelings about it so instead he waited for you.

“I like it” you gave him the green light, making him smile.

He sat down and spread his arms for you to sit in between his legs. You bent down and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. His hand gently massaged your body, making you melt into his touch. You hummed when Jay massaged the spots that hurt the most.

“I’m so proud of you, babe” Jay kissed the side of your head

“If it weren't for you I wouldn’t have even thought about this” you leaned back onto his chest.

Jay’s body hugged yours, the comfortable nosies of his breath filled your ears. Occasionally, Jay would collect water in his hand and splash it on your face. The both of you would giggle and play like teenagers. At one point, you faced Jay and he scanned your body, the scars were much more visible in the water. He was furious at the person who did this to you. You were only a kid, how could someone be so heartless to torture a child?

“It’s scary you know… when sadness can turn into anger” you observed Jay’s face, and you remembered the thirst you had to take revenge on the person who made you go through this.

“You were only a child, Y/n” Jay looked at you like he was about to cry.

You moved closer to him and cupped his face “Everything in life happens for a reason”

“But this is-” he protested

“Maybe god sent you to me as a gift… in this cruel world” 

A tear ran down Jay’s cheek, his heart exploding in his chest to your words. You're the star sent down to him. He had no clue who he was until he met you, it was like he never even had a life before you. Your touch was the light to his skin, your breath was the air to his lungs and your smile was the life to his empty soul.

Jay pulled you into his arms and cried on your shoulder, he was so grateful that you were his.

“Jay- what's wrong, love?” you were worried about him. His feelings right now for you were so overwhelming, he didn't know how to express it, but he was sure of one thing 

“I love you” you froze as he spoke into the crook of your neck.

“I love you so so much, Y/n” he sobbed into your neck, making the butterflies in your chest explode. You found yourself crying.

You cradled his head in your arms, kissing the side of his head 

“I love you more, my Jongseong” You connected both your foreheads and smiled at each other.

The tears of both of you fell to the water like petals from a blossomed tree. You took water in your hand and gently washed away his tears. He closed his eyes at the touch of your soft hands as you admired every little detail of his face like a piece of art. Once Jay opened his eyes, he smiled playfully at your marveled face.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror, honey?” Jay playfully raised his eyebrows.

“Mhm I have, and I’m starting to wonder what you like in me” 

“Don’t say that… you're beautiful in your own weird way” he played you.

“Hey!” you splashed water at him and he laughed out.

“Come on, time for bed” you said as you got out of the tub, your legs felt much more relaxed than before, and the pain was only slightly there. But that didn’t stop Jay from carrying you to bed.

He made you wear his t-shirt and tucked you in until he went back to change. When Jay came back to the room, he found you sleeping, your eyelashes sitting beautifully on your eyelids. He made his way over to your sleeping figure. You looked so adorable, he wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Y/n~” he tickled your nose.

“Hmm?” you whined in your sleep.

He chuckled softly at your behavior, he stayed there observing your face. He wanted you in his life all the time. At the end of the day, it was you he wanted. He wanted to come back home to you.

“Baby~”

“Yes” you said mindlessly as you stirred in your sleep.

“Do you like honey?” he asked teasingly.

“Hm? Mhm” you hummed in agreement without knowing the question.

From the opened balcony, the city lights enlightened the room. And even in the dim room, Jay could see your tiny pimples. He adored everything about you. You shivered slightly when the cold breeze hit your skin. Chuckling to himself, Jay got up to close the door of the balcony. All of a sudden Jay thought of something, giddily skipping his way back to your sleeping figure.

He moved closer to you and tickled your nose again 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Hm? Okay” you said more desperately, half asleep.

Jay chuckled and kissed your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight, my wife”

End.

A/n: sorry guys for keeping you waiting! Lmk what you think!!! Thank you for reading<3

[kirarinlovesidols]

Book 1, Chapter 1.

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On that night you didn’t sleep well at all.

Your limbs ached in soreness, even blinking hurt. And on top of that you had a nightmare…or a normal dream? you couldn’t tell, it kinda diverged  in the middle to something else entirely.

You could divide it in two parts, the first being something you know very well. 

Your past, your home.

“Are you sure she could inherit Greater Lord Kusanali’s throne?”

“You saw her, she’s volatile and unpredictable.”

“Not only that but she doesn’t even have the knowledge necessary to be the god of wisdom, i’m afraid she’ll never be appropriate for the position.”

You could hear them, you were quite literally about 5 feet away.

They didn’t care about you, how irritating.

It’s all about Greater Lord Kusanali…

Would it be better for you to act…like her? if…if you mimicked her behavior would you be praised?

Would you…be enough?

Somewhere inside your mind something clicked, they didn’t need you. They only needed her so you would search for her company, observe her, emulate as much as you could.

Still…you wondered why was she so kind to you? did she pity you? did she enjoy your presence? you reached your hand to her as if to ask before the scenery of the Sanctuary of Surasthana disappeared and so did the floor you were standing on.

You fell, fell and fell until you ended up in a garden full of…cards? soldiers? who were all singing as they painted white roses with red paint.

You watched in confusion before realizing you couldn’t interfere with the scene before you. It was like you were a bystander, a spirit watching from the shadows as they kept working, singing in harmony and stopping all at the same time when a little blonde girl wearing a blue dress with a white apron and a black bow on her head asked them why were they doing what they were doing.

Why, that was such a stupid question.

Cause if they didn’t they would lose their heads.

That sounded way too violent to you.

How could a ruler expect or demand respect or loyalty if their subjects were constantly terrified? it was a disaster waiting to happen.

And with that, you woke up.

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Your eyes shot open as you heard an incessant knocking on your front door.

Oh.

So it was a dream after all.

You were starting to wonder where you were.

“Myaaah... Hey Rukkha...I know it's the middle of the night, but I think we've got a visitor. Maybe it's those pesky ghosts again? They just don't know when to quit.” You looked to the side only to see Grim loafing on the pillow you both had to share.

It was pretty cute but you would probably get scratched if you said that.

“Wait..it’s still night?” You looked to the window next to the bed and surely enough you couldn’t see a single light.

Well that explains why you felt kinda horrible other than the soreness on your muscles.

You were probably having a hard time adjusting to the new environment if that dream was anything to go by.

Seriously this is why you don’t like sleeping.

The knocks started getting more and more insistent though so you finally got, albeit slowly and painfully, dragging Grim with you against his will(for your safety). You let him wrap himself against your neck as an apology and bask on the warmth there, it seemed to work well enough to placate his rage.

“I’m coming, i’m coming….” You say loudly as you walked down the stairs, each step hurting more than the next.

Opening the door you raise a brow as you see it was someone very familiar.

“What are you doing here at this hour…?” You asked starting to wonder if something went wrong back in his own dorm.

“You have NO idea what i just went through, just let me in all right?”

You stepped to the side so he could enter but most certainly now missing the huge metal collar on his neck, what the hell was that?

“Ace? It's the middle of the night! Oh, what happened to you?!” The boy’s voice took Grim out his sleepy stupor.

You both watched as Ace took heavy angry steps to the living room and threw himself on the couch, putting his feet on the table with a sour look on his face.

“I can't go back to Heartslabyul House. I'm joining your dorm. For good.” Huh?! you were mighty confused.

“But why? what happened?/Myah?! Come again?!” You and Grim both said in unison.

“I ate a tart.” Ace sounded incredulous, almost as if he couldn't believe what just transpired himself.

Both you and Grim looked at each other and then at the boy, clueless.

“You did what now?” You narrowed your eyes wondering if he was playing on prank on you or something but honestly? No prank would involve putting such a weird collar on your neck yourself.

“I ate a goddamn tart, that’s right.” He rolled his eyes as he repeated himself.

“I was a little hungry, see, so I went down to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge,three whole tarts! Big ones, too!” He made sure to put emphasis on the “big”.

“So i ate a tiny slice” For some reason you had a feeling it was NOT tiny “And the housewarden showed up out of nowhere like a ninja or something and put this collar on me!”

Oh.

Grim looked at the boy with pure disappointment.

“So…The point is you're both terrible?” The cat used a paw as a headrest while still curled on your neck, looking bored out of his mind since to him the problem seemed to be obvious.

“Grim!” You scolded him.

“What? i’m right though!” 

“WHAT? don’t you think it’s insane to be put on what’s essentially ‘magic timeout’ just for eating a slice of a tart?! and there were three whole tarts! THREE! It's not like he could eat 'em all himself! C'mon, you KNOW this is messed up!” Ace held up his three fingers to maximize the drama as he tried to convince Grim of his point.

“Magic timeout? you can’t use magic?” You leaned in a bit closer to him trying to examine the collar on his neck.

You couldn’t feel magic energy like they could since this world was different from yours, the most you could feel was elemental magic energy when they DID use it. Still…there was an ominous feeling in your chest as you looked at the metal contraption.

“No! it must be part of his magic repertoire or something, it’s annoying as hell.”

You leaned back again before looking at him with clear pity in your eyes.

“It does seem a bit…extreme…i don’t think eating a tart was that bad of an offense to deserve having your magic sealed away…but still! you should’ve asked if it was ok to eat!”

You put your hands on your waist getting ready to enter scolding mother mode.

“I mean, if there were three of 'em, they were probably for a party.” Your roommate says before excitedly getting up and pointing a paw to the sky — “Lookit that! I'm, like, a master detective too!”  Your scolding mode faltered slightly due to the urge to giggle but you weren’t going to give in.

“A birthday party, huh...? i guess…that would explain it….” The ginger looked to the side trying to avoid your judgemental gaze.

“Whatever the tart was for doesn’t matter, what matters is: did you apologize?” To anyone seeing the scene without context they would probably think it’s hilarious to see some girl wearing pajamas floating with a cat on her shoulders trying to nag a 16 year old.

“Man... I thought you'd be more sympathetic! I'm a victim of the housewarden's tyranny here!” He wasn’t going to admit it but you looked very cute in your pajamas and yes he expected to get pet on the head or something, not that he’ll let you know.

“But you stole food! That ain't cool!” Grim clearly had very strong feelings on the matter.

“Well…maybe if you apologize for stealing he’ll apologize for exaggerating! surely!” You smiled hoping for the best.

“You don't go messin' with another man's meal...Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me!” At that you just sighed.

For a creature that could speak and was able to use elemental energy somewhat well Grim still had a long way to go.

“He didn’t promise anything,Grim. I think you heard him wrong.” To be honest you would rather say ‘You clearly made that up’ but it wouldn’t be nice.

“No it didn’t my ears are 10x better than any of you human’s!” He was right about that at least.

Your antics were interrupted by a loud groan coming from Ace who made sure to be extra dramatic.

“All right, all right. Fine. I get that I should apologize. But you're coming with me, Rukkha. This was your idea, after all.” Maybe your cute face would convince Riddle more easily, his plan was flawless.

“Sure! i’ll help you!” You gave him a thumbs-up.

“Anyway, you got a place for me to crash tonight?” He finally got up from the couch, looking around the lounge and grimacing slightly due to how terrible the state of the dorm was.

“You were serious about that? Outside of the bedroom me and my hench-human use, this entire dump is buried under a foot of dust. So if you wanna crash, you better start cleanin'! “

You already accepted that “Hench-human” is the closest of “friend” that you’ll ever get when it comes to this flaming pyro cat.

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, Rukkha. I'm real slim. I won't take up much space.” He was joking of course, you wouldn’t allow Ace to sleep with you but he still wanted to try…and maybe see if he could fluster you.

“Sure! i don’t see why not! i would feel bad if you had to sleep on the couch anyway…it’s not…” You gesture at the obvious wreck falling apart you called a couch.

Aaaand a spring just popped out…wow….

“Tch. You’re as flexible as a-WHAT?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

DID YOU JUST SAY YES? 

He didn’t.

He didn’t really think about this possibility and now he has no idea how to proceed.

“Yeah? it’s fine. Grim doesn’t occupy that much space anyway, let’s go.” You said already floating upstairs, ignoring the cat’s protests to share a bed with the person he fought just hours ago.

Ace just audibly gulped and shakily walked upstairs, following you.

He had no idea if he had just hit the absolute jackpot or doomed himself to a sleepless night.

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Sleepless night huh? the ginger was anxious for about 10 minutes before absolutely passing out, tiredness hitting him like a truck.

And he would’ve liked to remain sleeping, however, an insistent knock on the front door of Ramshackle woke him up.

“Duuude... Who is pounding on the door at this hour?!” He murmured still refusing to open his eyes.

Jesus couldn’t a man sleep for 5 more minutes? was that a crime? specially when the pillow is soft and perfectly warm.

Wait.

Nothing in this dorm was perfect.

Ace’s eyes shot open only to see his own arms wrapped around your back, hugging you to his chest.

What. the. fuck.

His face immediately burned as a crimson red blush appeared.

This was totally his fault.

He remembers you both were a respectable distance away from each other, your back facing his.

But then there was a problem.

He moves a lot in his sleep, fucking hell, how would he explain this?

Truly he didn’t know what was worse. You and Grim still sleeping away or the insufferable knocks that were getting stronger by the second, did this person plan on taking the entire dorm down?

It’s all fine though, all he needs to do is…to let you go…and…not…uhh…not stare at your cleavage, yep, easy task.

So as he moved his body away you suddenly stirred, which needless to say sent him into a panic resulting in falling down.

“Hm…? Ace? did you fall from the bed?” You yawned before asking the boy who seemed both relieved and mortified.

“Uh…yeah…the…knocking startled me! yeah!” That sounded BEYOND lame but he would rather die than let her know what just transpired.

“You’re such an idiot.” Grim looked at him disappointedly from his high place of choice (your shoulder).

“I don’t wanna hear that from you, you fucking fur ball!” Ace said through his teeth glaring at the creature, ready to throw down.

“Ok, let’s not fight first thing in the morning you two....there’s someone waiting downstairs…” You rolled your eyes and got off the bed already floating due to how much your leg muscles were killing you.

As you walked down to the lounge you could literally see the sunlight shine through the cracks of the wood on ramshackle’s walls. 

God….

There was so much cleaning left to do still. You couldn’t see very well due to the lack of light last night but this was just atrocious, there were particles of filth and dust flying everywhere. And the forceful knocking on the door did NOT help, you were afraid it was going to just give up and fall apart altogether.

“Bleah! Every hit kicks up a dust storm! I'm coming, I'm coming!” The ginger said in the middle of a coughing fit.

Putting your hand on the handle you opened the door only to see Deuce who was a second away from punching your face since you opened the moment he was about to “knock” again.

You and Grim flinched slightly back in response.

“Oh shit- i mean…darn it! i’m sorry!” The dark haired boy panicked as apologies fell from his lips.

“Ugh. Deuce…” Ace seemed to be disappointed or annoyed, you aren’t sure, at his classmate’s presence.

“So, you ate the housewarden's tart.” Deuce made sure to shake his head to the sides as he stared at his friend — “You really are an idiot, Ace.”

In turn the other flipped him off — “Oh, shut up! Like you're one to talk! Anyway, uh... Is he still mad?...”   He being the housewarden, you supposed.

“Not at all. Maybe a touch irritated, if anything. A few of our dormmates overslept this morning…But only three of 'em got your treatment.” Your eyes widened at the sheer stupidity of that claim.

“That’s…i think he’s still angry then, Deuce…” You felt like it was kinda obvious that things weren’t ok yet if he had collared more 3 people.

“Angry? a touch irritated?!?! he’s going on a rampage that’s what!” You slowly raised a hand to pat his back, trying to comfort him.

You had a feeling this was going to be a loooong day.

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“Move it! Outta the way!” The squeaky voice of a creature made way through countless students.

“Night Raven College student comin' through!” Yep, it’s Grim.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you hovered just a few centimeters above the ground, watching how excited he was about the whole ordeal.

Well to be honest you two attracted way too much attention and you weren’t particularly fond of that.

The only girl(that came from another world mind you) and some cat with a lot of attitude and elemental energy.

You were very much soldiering through people’s whispers and looks(also trying your hardest to ignore the rude comments about your skirt) but you wish Grim would just stay put for a bit even if his excitement was endearing in a way.

“Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It is way better than the one you're stuck with!” It seemed like he was bullying Ace.

“You know, the one that makes it so you can't use magic?” —- the smug look on his face was horrendous — “But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!” 

“Grim…that’s not nice, stop that.” If you got a coin everytime you had to scold this cat you would be rich by now.

“Nah, let him talk shit. When I get my magic back, his hide is first up on the chopping block!” His bullying’s victim seemed to be hellbent on keep the cycle going it seems.

“Didn't the headmage JUST tell you yesterday, no more incidents?” You nodded rapidly agreeing with Deuce.

“Regardless, you're not going to be able to participate in class if you can't use magic so  why not just apologize to the housewarden? It's a small price to pay for having the collar removed.” He shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world and to both of you it was.

“Aaaaargh! I hate this so! SO! Much!” You did feel bad for your friend, you weren’t going to pretend you didn’t.

Despite being in the wrong you were sure the housewarden exaggerated, surely apologizing would do the trick.

After that all four of you followed Ace to Heartslabyul dorm.

You had to admit.

This place was absolutely stunning! so many roses and things shaped like hearts, it was very cute. It also had a bit of whimsy to it, very different from Sumeru’s architecture that was for sure.

If you had to compare maybe it would be more similar to fontaine’s designs in buildings? you only saw a few books on those.

“Dang, this place is swank! This is nothing like our dumpster of a dorm.” Grim(who was back at using you like a personal vehicle after getting tired of walking himself) gasped in amazement as he observed what seemed to be the garden of the dorm.

“Well…our dorm is not ideal but don’t call it a dumpster…it’s rude to Crowley.” Even if it was true.

It’s best not to do any comparisons, you could end up feeling envious.

In the distance you could see someone with…ginger hair, slightly lighter than Ace’s, humming as he painted…roses?!

????????? Wasn’t that counter productive? wouldn’t the petals just break? Roses were known for being incredibly fragile after all…maybe the flowers in this world are sturdier.

“All these  gotta be red, or it's "off with my head”!” You felt a sense of deja vu.

Finally noticing the presence of your group the mysterious ginger boy turned to take a look.

“Huh...? You guys need something?” He asked with a playful smile resting on his lips, his eyes seemed to scan every single one of you.

“What are you doing there?” Asked Ace in confusion.

“Are you blind? I'm painting these roses red, duh.” Holy archons did NO ONE in this world know how to be nice? that was just unnecessary.

“What? Why?!” It was Deuce’s turn to be confused.

“Ah ha ha. So naïve, you put the "n" in newb.” — The stranger mocked in a sing-song-tone as he tried to go back to his task, keyword tried. He did an immediate double take, his eyes wide.

“Hold the phone, I know you! You're cute fae girl and the freshies who broke a billion-thaumark chandelier and nearly got expelled for it, yeah?” He got down from the ladder he was sitting on to be able to properly reach the roses with a flawless jump.

You sighed in despair.

You did not want to be known for that.

“That chandelier is gonna haunt us till the day we graduate, isn't it?” Ace facepalms before sighing just as tiredly as you.

“And you! You're the one who ate the housewarden's tart that same night!” The other ginger pointed at his fellow kin trying not to laugh.

“You guys are THE hot topic around campus! I've gotta get in on this fleeting fame.” He immediately pulled some rectangular…weird object from the pockets of his pants and got closer to all of you.

“I'm just gonna grab a selfie real quick...It's cool if I post this on Magicam, right? Gimme your names so I can tag you.” You did NOT understand anything he said on that order.

What is magicam??? what is a selfie??? and why did the weird device suddenly flash for half a second..? was it…a kamera?

“I'm Deuce Spade.”

“Ace.”

“I'm Grim, and that's my hench-human, Rukkha.” The three followed with the weird request of giving their names but you still had no idea why he wanted yours.

Also, you couldn’t catch a break.

“You mean ‘FRIEND’ Grim…friend.” Maybe if you corrected him everytime he would just give up and refer to you properly.

“Uploaded! Sweet.” — Your narrowed your eyes as you stared the thing he had on his hands, he seemed to be tapping it.

“Oh, I'm Cater Diamond, by the way. I'm a junior here at Heartslabyul. But Cater is fine. Or Cay-Cay if you're cray-cray!” He did a little wink and did a peace sign.

“Soooo nice to meetcha!” Cater had already put away his strange device and put his hand in front of you for a handshake.

“Oh…uh…nice to meet you too, Cater.” You smiled nervously. He seemed to be a bit high tension and you are not good with people like that.

He stared you down from head to toe almost as if sizing you up before nodding his head.

“Ah, you're the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? Like, I can't believe you actually live there! feels kinda awful that a cute girl has to be inside that dust paradise though.” He directed his pity ridden gaze at you, smile never budging.

“It's all gloomy and looks like hot garbage on Magicam. No filter could salvage THAT dump.” He grimaced as memories of the place filled his mind.

WHAT IS MAGICAM.

“Y'know, you've done nothin' but diss us here, pal!” Grim got obviously ticked off by the junior’s choice of words.

You were about to mediate AGAIN to prevent a possible fight to break out but the exact contrary happened.

“Gah, what am I doing? I don't have time to chat! The party's tomorrow. If we're not ready, it's "off with my head"!  And with that Cater scurried back to doing the job entrusted to him.

Though almost as if a cartoon light bulb had appeared on top of his head and lit up, he looked at your group again.

“Hey, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?” Huh? did he need help?

“Yeah, uh... Why are you doing that exactly?” Your collared friend asked, a hand resting on his waist.

“Because red roses are so much more photogenic! Or...something...? And after that, I've gotta start getting things ready for the big croquet tournament.” Things at heartslabyul were hectic, you concluded.

“And that means coloring all the flamingos.” The older boy sighed and you just raised a hand, right to ask an awful lot of questions. However it seems like you and your roommate are in bigger sync than you thought cause he asked exactly what you wanted to know.

“You're colorin' flamingos now? Isn't anything the right color around here?!” Grim raised one paw to gesture to the dorm as a whole.

No, you wanted to know why were they painting animals. You hoped it was animal friendly dye at least.

After that shocking revelation you ended up going with the flow and helping Cater to paint the roses.

Ace and you were stuck with buckets and brushes since he couldn’t use magic and your powers weren’t particularly useful for that.

It was weirdly therapeutic though…you almost wished you could do it all day! it gave a sense of accomplishment when you were done with one.

You had to be careful though. Grim wasn’t exactly good at magic that wasn’t hurling fire balls everywhere so needless to say some roses were burned and Deuce himself turned a few of them blue instead.

Oh you were a bunch of walking disasters, there’s no way.

All that painting resulted in Ace asking why the roses couldn’t just be white instead since they were pretty regardless.

You agreed.

It ended up being a tradition of the Queen of Hearts to have the flowers be specific colors for specific events.

It sounded nice but you kinda felt bad for the people under her rule who had to do this to an ENTIRE garden everytime there was some kind of celebration.

To each their own, you guessed.

Cater mentioned the housewarden, Riddle was his name, who seemed to be very strict about traditions.

Considering Ace’s stunt pissed him off that much you saw that fact coming from a mile away.

Still you were here today for a reason so you nudged your friend to ask about his housewarden, only to be told he was not there at the moment.

And that there was a rule about replacing whatever item that was stolen.

A very reasonable rule in your opinion and you would’ve just nodded your head and kept going with your day.

But of COURSE things weren’t going to be that easy.

The junior had the duty to get all of you out of the dorm since, y’know, you didn’t really have the tart with you.

Ace being the stubborn teenager he is didn’t accept it just like that and you had to end up protecting him from Cater’s magic and attempts to grab him.

What you did not expect was how no matter how much time passed he never got tired or gave up.

Almost as if he was everywhere at once….

Needless to say your efforts were useless and you got kicked out without being heard.

On top of that there’s also the fact this ordeal took way longer than it should’ve and now you’re all running late to the first class, just great.

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Finally settling inside the classroom, you sat near Ace and Deuce. You only knew them here afterall.

Still you were happy your teacher seemed to be a figure you already knew.

“My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel, Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We're going to start with the basics.” His gaze fell on you for a few seconds before going back to the class.

You smiled a little, feeling less nervous about things.

Crewel was the one who was responsible for preparing your clothes, you heard from Crowley.

He had a weird way of speaking but was incredibly nice to you and felt bad you had to be essentially on your own inside an all boys school. You would be ok though, probably.

“And by basics, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains.” Your teached raised his whip-like wand menacingly.

“The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I'm hopeful you'll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws.” You could hear a few students gulping loudly in fear.

Though this was oddly familiar…you were sure you heard about how the chief of the forest rangers of Ghandarva Ville was extremely strict and particular about people knowing poisonous plants from normal ones.

Would that really be a problem here? it’s not like twisted wonderland was surrounded by nature like Sumeru, you think.

“Huh. So... does anyone know what a mycelia is?” Deuce whispered from his seat next to both you and Ace.

“I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?” Already with his head resting on his hand like he was listening to the most boring thing ever, Ace shrugged.

“All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones.” Grim chimed in, puffing out his chest in some confidence you had no idea where he got from.

“It’s part of the structure of fungi guys, y’know…mushrooms?” You answered matter-of-factly.

“You’re such a fucking nerd.” Said Ace with no hesitation.

You rolled your eyes.

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Professor Crewel’s class was pretty simple, nothing you hadn’t heard of before. You were familiar with plants due to your nature as a branch of Irminsul but also due to studying so much about them when you could.

After that you went to history class and this one was what you were most interested and excited about.

You needed to learn more about this world if you wanted to get out, it had nothing to do with your particular nerdy need for knowledge, perish the thought.

The teacher, Mozus Trein, held a grumpy looking cat and seemed to be very experienced. You hope to learn a lot from him.

And so you pay attention to the best of your hability while trying to make sure your cat isn’t going to try fighting with your teacher’s cat. You had no idea what Lucius was meowing every now and then but it surely had Grim seeing red.

Eh, it probably was some kind of feline dispute so you brushed it off.

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You truly wondered what kind of god did you anger to get shown a hell crafter specifically for you.

Physical Education.

Really? you were SORE all over.

And you had the stamina of a 5 year old if not worse, there’s no way you’re surviving this class.

You tugged nervously on your jersey tracksuit coat(also kindly provided by professor Crewel) as you looked at the teacher of this class.

This man was absolutely jacked, almost like the eremites back in your world.

He flexed as he explained how a diet of raw eggs helped him achieve that shape.

You weren’t interested in getting that muscly.

“Bleah. The forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me nuts.” Ace seemed to be done with everything already, in a different way though.

“Finally! A subject I'm good at!” Deuce cheered and only him.

“Explain to me the appeal of runnin' around in circles! Do I look like a hamster?” Grim complained as he positioned himself on all fours, getting ready to run.

You though? you wanted this to be over.

[...]

You could barely run a single lap without wheezing and gasping for air.

You swore you could feel your classmates look at you with pity, just how bad were you at sports?

And you didn’t do any better during the 100-push ups asked by teacher Ashton Vargas.

By some miracle he decided to allow you to do sit-ups instead, maybe it would be easier, right?

…..

No

It wasn’t.

You could barely do one.

Not only you had “extra weight” to deal with but gravity felt overwhelming.

“C’mon dude, you gotta do at least one.” Said Ace who was already on his fifteenth.

“I’M….TRYING….!...NGH….” You answered with a strained voice, sweating bullets and face red due to the strain.

Never have you been humiliated in such a manner and you hoped to all archons above to not go through this ever again. This school is filled with evil people, you're sure of it.

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Oh boy finally starting book 1!!! lesgooooooo!

Also obligatory reader fit check.

>Pajamas

>For P.E

Anyway boy oh boy can't wait to get to the conflict, i sure have things planned for it lmao.

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May Prompts (26) Manipulate

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 26)

Summary: Rosie finds an unmarked box in her wardrobe. When John scolds himself for lacking as a parent, Rosie sets things straight.

Twenty-Six Years Old

Six months after my return to London, I was moving out again. The internship at the ministry of justice paid surprisingly well. I couldn’t help but think that a certain uncle had been using his manipulation skills again… In addition to my wage, the generous inheritance from Nana and Timothy’s income from his published novel, were more than sufficient to buy a decent flat in Stockwell. 

Nana had clearly wanted that 221 Baker Street was well looked after, and gifted it to her two boys, and insisted in her will that if Deidre, or Dee, as she preferred to be called, needed a home, 221A should be hers. And for the last two years, 221A had been occupied by Dee. My parents got along with her like a house on fire.

“It’s like having a younger version of Hudders down there,” Papa stated.

“Agreed. The sassiness runs in the family, I presume. Dee’s skills in the kitchen are sadly things she did not inherit from her aunt, though,” Dad said.

“Definitely not! She almost sat the flat on fire when she was boiling eggs,” Papa filled in.

***

Moving out the first time, had been poles apart to this move. That time I was going on an adventure, and I knew it was for just a period. When I moved in with Timothy, it was forever, and that was more bittersweet than I’d anticipated.

Moving to Paris, I had only taken clothes, some books, my laptop and the like. Stripping my room bare, was something entirely different. There were so many memories, and I knew I had to get rid of some of them because the flat wasn’t exactly big, and there were Timothy’s things to consider as well.

Over the next weeks I felt that I lived inside a cardboard box. They were everywhere, even downstairs to let me have some room to move around upstairs and leave the bed free to sleep in.

On the floor inside my wardrobe, I found an old box that had remained hidden behind clothes, rucksacks, shoes and a bag with blankets. It wasn’t marked and I couldn’t remember having placed it there. I opened the flaps and gasped in surprise.

“How are you getting on?” Dad called from the stairs and seconds later he entered my room.

I looked up at him with a stunned expression. When he saw the box, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed heavily.

“Right. I’d forgotten all about that one,” he said sheepishly. “I’ve failed to keep her memory alive for you, haven’t I?”

“Dad,” I scolded him. “You had far more important things to cope with when she died. Raising me with Papa is the greatest gift you could’ve given me. Never be sorry for that. I don’t remember her at all. From what I’ve gathered she did some horrible things to you both. No, stop. She did. I may not know the full extent of it, but it doesn’t matter that she was my mother. Remember what Papa said about extended and chosen family. They can be way better than the biological one. Not that I would want to replace you, mind.”

We both looked down at the photo of my mother and Dad on their wedding day. I didn’t recall when it had been replaced with the wedding photo of Dad and Papa. It felt strange and a bit eerie to look at Dad embracing another person like that. I took it out and placed it in the box that was going to the bins.

“Rosie!” Dad exclaimed, more out of shock than anything else.

“It’s wrong, Dad. I don’t need that. To me she’s the one who gave me life, but she was never in it when it mattered, and I’ve never missed having a mother. I consider myself the luckiest girl in the world having you and Papa as parents. You’ve done a great job, and uncle Myc, Nana, Molly, Granny, Pops, and uncle Greg have been brilliant carers as well. Now, what else is in here?”

I found Ted, still stained with tomato sauce, a white baby blanket with a bee pattern, tiny boxes containing a curl of my hair, my first tooth, a book where my growth, my first real meal, my first words, my first steps, my first trip, (to Barts), my favourite toys and books were painstakingly written down in Papa’s handwriting. My eyes filled with tears when I realised how much love lay behind those notes.

“He didn’t let me near that book with my horrible handwriting,” Dad said in a choked voice, clearly as emotional as me.

Another book caught my eye. The one uncle Greg had mentioned. A book with children’s names. It was worn, and I didn’t know whether that was from Papa searching for male names starting with a G, or my mother’s search for names meant for me.

“Did you…”

“No,” Dad cut me off. “She’d already decided on a name once we got back together. After…”

He didn’t have to finish that sentence, and I’m glad he stopped himself. Just thinking about it made me nauseous. 

I hadn’t told Timothy about her yet, but I knew I needed to. He would eventually ask. The lack of photos of her would ensure that. I reminded myself to ask uncle Myc how much I could reveal. Not that I knew more than half of it myself.

After I’d put the box aside, I leant into Dad where he sat beside me and placed my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and pulled me in for a hug.

“I’m so glad you decided to move back here with me after she died,” I murmured. “We would’ve been miserable without him.”

“Yeah, two years was enough for a lifetime,” Dad said and drew me closer, kissing the top of my head.

“I bet Papa is relieved that he can walk around in just a sheet now that I’m moving out for good,” I quipped to brighten the mood.

Dad chuckled and he was unable to hide the glint in his eyes at this prospect.

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I worked out that timeline for the Haunted Mansion Au. I tried to include everyone but let me know if I missed anyone.

Trigger warning cause uuuhhh, there is obviously a lot of death and these could be considered graphic, especially with the teens.

1800s: If Creed! Reader is ther, they freeze to death first. Laura goes insane from grief and eventually passes due to a fever. Logan nearly drinks himself to death after his daughter and nibling are gone, but a snake beats him to it. Victor Creed goes insane after losing everyone and spends over half the family fortune on seances, fortune tellers, mystics, anything to try and bring back his family. Eventually, he dies of old age. Ororo, a family friend, inherits the house but is fatally struck by lightning only 7 months after. After that, the mansion is constantly switching owners.

1870s: Kurt and Rogue die at the Circus they both work at. Kurt's trapeze breaks mid show and he dies as soon as he hits the ground. Rogue's trickshot act goes horribly wrong and she bleeds out in less than an hour. There were some rumors of sabotage, but nothing was ever proven.

1900s: Tragic house fire takes the life of young Roberto, who was trying to save his family, not knowing they already got out.

1910s: Bobby Drake goes missing from home in the dead of winter, presumably running away after a fight with his family. His body is found after the lake thawed the following spring.

1930s: A heist goes wrong for the thief "Gambit", who is shot fatally by the police after being sold out by his cohorts. They never did find where he hid all his stolen money.

19540s: Charles Xavier returns home from war, paralyzed from the waist down but alive. When going to see his "good friend" Erik, a jewish refugee, he is mugged and dies from the injuries. Everything he owns is given to Erik.

1950s: The Summers family is in plane accident that takes the life of their oldest son, Scott. A year later, Scott's girlfriend Jean quietly in her sleep. Doctors report she had a brain aneurysm in her sleep.

1970s: The chandlier of the mansion falls and stabs the master of the house Erik, who inherited it from Charles. His two children inherit it from him. His son, Peter dies two years later in a car crash due to his speeding. His daughter, Wanda, dies 6 months after that from a laced drug during a protest.

1980s: Town Troublemaker Lance is crushed during an earthquake after it destabilized part of the school. Later reports say he could have still been alive for a few hours after he was buried by the rubble.

1990s: Local Scientist, Teacher, and former high school wrestling champ Dr. Hank "Beast" McCoy passes away during an failed chemistry experiment that shuts down the school for a month. Three weeks later, one of his students, Todd, dies after touching a poisonous frog previously owned by McCoy. Six years after, Up and coming actor Kevin "Morph" Sydney dies unexpectedly after a severe allergic reaction to special SFX make-up used when making a film about the Mysterious Creed-Howlett family. A year after that Evan Daniels is attacked by a porcupine that escaped from the local zoo and animal hospital. He was a descendent of one of the town founders, Ororo Munroe.

2003: A young girl by the name of Jubilation Lee passes away when her and her friends mess with illegal fireworks one night and one gets stuck on her coat. Two weeks later, her classmate Kitty Pryde is dared to spend the night in the supposedly haunted mansion by her friends. While exploring, the rotting wood in the attic couldn't support her weight, and she fell through down to the first floor.

XXXX: The mansion hires a new groundskeeper, who looks awfully familar...

That is perfect. Just- it's perfect.

This is now the official timeline of the Haunted Mansion AU.

(Wait until Reader see ls the old family portrait of young Creed Reader... or finds Kitty's body... or a snake...)

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Blood of my Blood pt.4

Pairing-Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- There is so much you would do for your family even at a young age but there is one thing you just couldn't do so you do the only thing you find reasonable you run.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

A/N- Low-key sad this series is ending its been one of my favs a wrote but thank you all who supported me amd this series I hope you like the ending 🫶🏼

Na'vi Translations: Sempu- Daddy, Sa'nu- mommy

You felt someone shaking you awake and finally you woke up from your first peaceful sleep in a while. You open your eyes and see Neteyam and Kiri standing over you and Tuk sitting up eating some citrus like fruit. ''Uh, hey good morning to you too.'' You say rubbing your tired eyes that threaten to close every once and a while.

''We just wanted to say thanks for taking the blame yesterday you didn't have to but you did.'' He said and you smiled, "Where's Lo'ak?" You ask about the absence of your other younger brother as you lifted yourself out of bed and into a changing area. "Still asleep " Kiri replied and you only hum in response.

Quickly, changing into a feather intricate top and a long skirt that was white and soft. Walking out Tuk squeals and tugs at your skirt and you laugh. ''Can I have a long skirt?'' She asked and you took her hand in yours. ''I'm sure I can whip you up something.'' You say and she yells in excitement.

You all walked into the communal area and at the very center sat Kamun, Jake, Neytiri, and Peyral who seemed deep in conversation. But Neteyam stopped and cursed under his breath. ''I have to get that scroll dad asked for or his gonna skin me alive.'' He said as he ran back up to the rooms. ''Shoot me and Tuk are supposed to gather herbs for trade, can you tell mom that we are doing our duties and will attend later.'' Kiri said, picking up Tuk and running into an empty healers tent.

You were dumbfounded they just did that. You shrug and sit next to Kamun and Jake "Uh they wanted me to tell you they'll join later they got some stuff to do." You tell the two a you begin peeling a star shaped fruit. Cutting the fruit someone bumped into you making the knife slice your hand, ''Fucking shit.'' You say as you drop the fruit and knife everyone watches as you leave and go into a healer's tent.

Only thing you didn't notice were the two other omaticaya na'vi following your worried expression laced their faces.

''Do you need help.'' Neytiri asked and you bit your lip.

Of course you wanted help, you wanted to crawl into their laps and talk about useless stuff, curl your head into their necks amd have them rub your back as they used to, tell stories, you wanted to melt into their warmth, the warmth you've yearned for years.

But you couldn't help but hold resentment towards your parents for what they did, how they chose something like that and expected you to be okay with it.

You shake your head yes as you wrap the cut up horribly. "Here I can help." Jake says walking towards you and you quickly grow irritated with their presence as you step back from his reaching hand. "I'm fine." You say to him tightening the bandage. "Y/N please-" Jake said and you inhale and glare daggers into his direction. "What?" You say harshly.

"Just listen to us-" Cut off again. "Why?" You ask, "Why should I listen to you?" You hiss at the two and it seemed you inherited the patience of your father as he soon grew irritated with your stubbornness. "I don't know why you are angry at us." He said and you laughed, your laughter was full of bitterness. "You don't know, that's rich." You say rubbing your eyes. "Hey you're the one who left, remember." He said and you look at him and clench your fist the anger that began bubbling from the start was now boiling as you stared at your father.

"Yeah the one who left," you retaliate stepping closer to him. "You two had my entire life planned out for me. Didn't give me a chance." Your voice breaks as your eyes fill to the brim with tears, but you refused to let them fall, to let them see you break. "Didn't give me a chance." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "Didn't even give me a choice." You say looking at them.

Neytiri felt shameful she knew the arrangement was wrong all those years ago but she didn't wanna risk war so she risked her daughters happiness, how ashamed she felt was nothing in comparison to how Jake felt and what you are about to say smaked the realization into his face.

"I was just a kid."

Walking out of the room and not turning back. Jake's face had a few tears that seemed to slip past his eye and he looked at his mate who shared the same expression, pain mixed with a little sadness but most of all shame.

You didn't attend any activities for the day and stayed in your room at dinner time. Peyral allowed this as she saw how angered you looked when you stormed away from Jake and Neytiri earlier that day. Tuk kept asking where you were and the others were worried as well, did they do something wrong?

They all had questions that ran throughout their minds and their shoulders hung low as they walked to their rooms.

Neytiri and Jake sat on their shared cot and all they could think about was the pained look that painted tour features only hours ago and Jake couldn't handle it anymore. "Let's go talk to her." He said and Neytiri's ears perked up as she stood up and was the first out of the room.

They stood in front of your room and heard low humming. It was a lullaby Neytiri used to sing to you.

Allowing themselves into the room they see you fixing up your bow and sharpening a few weapons. "You still remember it." Neytiri said making her voice known only to make you jump since it is in the middle of the night after all. Sitting down the freshly sharpened blade down you inhaled sharply.

"Of course I still remember I always forced you to sing it to me." You say getting up now staring at the two. "Is there something you wish to say?" You ask directly.

Silence.

A pinecone falls.

Silence.

Eye contact mever faltered.

Silence.

An animal screeches.

Silence.

"We're sorry."

Those two words penetrated the walls that you securely put up and threatened to crumble down.

"We're so sorry." Jake said, stepping closer to you as you only look at the ground in disbelief. "We were wrong, I see that now." He says bringing a hand to your face and your widened eyes stare up at him.

"I see you daughter."

You smile as tears pooled to your eyes and slipped out from under your lashes, throwing yourself into his arms. "I missed you sempu." You say and his heart that had been shattered from the fear of rejection pieced back together as he hugged you back. Pulling from the hug you look at her and she has a smile. "Sa'nu.." you say and all she did was embrace you with her warmth, that warmth you've yearned for you finally got it back.

Your relationship improved with your parents as did the relationship between your siblings, it was clear to any passing Na'vi.

You finally had your family back.

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The Death Of Me (Daemon x Reader)

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(Y/n) Baratheon was a young maiden when she stepped foot at the red keep for the first time, the second born child of Boremund Baratheon, her brother was to inherit the throne after their father, she had only one reason and that was to wed, so naturally her father instructed her to visit the red keep for an eligible suitor.

She was present when prince Daemon became an official member of the kingsguard, under the eye of the seven he swore to never take a wife and devote his life to the kings guard, a symbol of his loyalty towards his dear brother and king Viserys.

“Such a shame, many women would love to ride the dragon”

Another woman whispered that stood pretty close to (y/n), she smirked at the promiscuous comment and internally agreed with the woman. Prince Daemon was a rather handsome man, his silver locks framed his masculine features perfectly.

Alas, the prince had made his decision and (y/n) was betrothed to king Viserys, her father had congratulated her by a sparing a kiss on her head and a forced smile, (y/n) was a simple obligation and a way to gain power for her father, affection was never shown to her.

The cycle continued even after she wed, she prayed that her husband would be kind and endearing to her, it quickly dawned on her that the king had married from obligation, on their wedding night he had called her by his late wife’s name “Aemma” he had whispered during the rather cold act of babe making.

(Y/n) had cried herself to sleep while the king snored, the next day she had requested to sleep in a separate chamber, a choice that found her lord husband to be relieved by it, not having to pretend to be a couple before bed, he was not cruel he was just… absent at everything.

“Your grace?”

Daemon questioned as he found the girl in the library, he had heard of someone whimpering in the room and was intrigued to find out who could it be. He was met with the wife of his brother crying with her face in her hands as her body shook from the sobs, her hair fell messily on her face and her cheeks were puffy from crying.

(Y/n) wiped her nose and tears quickly but not quick enough for Daemon to not notice them, he puffed out a breath and closed the door behind him before anyone saw her in this state.

“Has something happened?”

“No, no I am alright prince Daemon, you may go”

“You are clearly upset your grace, you can trust me I won’t tell a soul”

“I… I am just… lonely”

It was true. Every girl would kill to be called the queen of the seven kingdoms still the prince to pay for that tittle was a never ending loneliness, she had gone from a father that dismissed her and belittled her to a husband that acted like she had the black plague.

(Y/n) fiddled with her rings as she focused in stopping any other tears from falling. Daemons heart clenched at the sight of her, such a shame to see a woman cry due to the misery her wedlock had brought her, slowly he approached her and bend down in front of the queen, with his thumb he touched her chin and lifted her head to face him.

“It should be considered a sin for a man to make such a beautiful eyes cry”

“Why am I not good enough?”

She mumbled. Daemons lips stiffened at the question as (y/n) burst into tears again, Daemon loved his brother but to see a woman in such a terrible state of mind to the point that she questions herself was horrible and dishonourable, “why did he even marry her?” He thought as he took her in his arms to hug her.

“Hush now it’s not your fault”

He whispered to her to soothe her pain. (Y/n) looked up at him, he was so alluring with his armour and the light of the moon did wonders for him, he looked like an Angel the Gods send to her.

“Thank you”

She mumbled as her eyes focused on the princes lips, they looked so soft and… plump. Daemon started to notice the girls head leaning closer to him, his mind screamed to move away and leave but something in him compelled him to remain seated, to wait for her and see what she will do.

Her lips brushed against his hesitantly, anticipating to be denied and for the soldier to ran off probably never speaking to her again. To her shock he stayed, as (y/n) moved her lips to deepen the kiss further and out of instinct she sat on his lap with her legs straddling him.

Daemon had seem to forgotten where he was or what he was doing, he simply took in her faint smell of vanilla and wrapped his arms around her waist to bring her close, her lips felt heavenly as her body was hot against his finger tips. It only took the book that (y/n) had nearby to fall on the ground making a tug noice for Daemon to come out of her spell, pushing her back by holding her by her biceps.

“No”

“Why? Just a taste”

Her voice was low as she leaned into his neck and placed a few kisses, she had lost control of her morals nor did she care of the consequences, she wanted to feel good, to feel like someone wanted her.

Daemon leaned back and a groan left his lips, toying with the idea still in his mind a memory of his brother appeared, he pushed (y/n) away and went to the door, to his mistake he looked back at her as she stared at him and bit her lower lip, her nightgown was sheer he could see her nipples piercing through the material as she let out a girly giggle, she had the image of a succubus that had just found it’s next victim

“We shall never speak about this again”

“Whatever you say”

-

Daemon had done everything in his power to stay away from the queen, he had hated himself for going behind his brothers back and having an affair with his wife, he had broken his oath to the kings guard, he had brought shame to the bond with his brother, yet it only took a sweet touch and a pleading look as she stood at his doorstep almost naked for him to give in and spend another night with her.

Oh how sweet she was when she made love to him, she rode the dragon until the wheels fell off and the sun started rise, Daemon would sometimes wonder why did her brother dismiss her, (y/n) was hot as the dragons breath and burned everything.

(Y/n) found sanctuary in his arms, as she laid on his chest both of them naked and spoke about everything and anything, she finally found someone that listened to her, that took care of her, he had even taken it upon himself to become her sworn knight, spending his morrows protecting her and his nights nibbling in her intoxicating nectar, devouring her until she became a mess on his bed sheets and until he collapsed on top of her with the feeling that if he did not catch his breath he would die.

“We can keep doing this any more”

“What?”

“This is the last time you visit me (y/n)”

“I don’t understand, what did I do?”

She rose up from his chest to sit up on the bed and meet his eyes, they had just finished making love for the third time this night and now he was… announcing the end of their affair.

“(Y/n) we cannot keep up with this lie any longer, if we get discovered we will both be dead”

“Is that what this is to you? A lie?”

“You know I did not mean it this way”

“Fine, as you wish soldier”

“(Y/n) do not get angry”

(Y/n) ignored his request as she jumped off her bed to put her clothes on, she ran to retrieve her nightgowns with Daemon leaving the bed as well to stop her from getting even more irritated.

“(Y/n)-“

“No I understand, it is just a misfortune I wanted to let you know i am with child, your child but do not fret, it is not your problem any longer”

He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before he opened his door and called for her with a sheet covering his private part, she did not turn back she just left.

(Y/n) was playing chess when everyone was playing checkers, she was certain that on the morrow Daemon would find some time they were alone and question her about her pregnancy, she of course stood correct when he found her in her bed due to morning sickness, (y/n) was not feeling well and she had some nausea however she did lean more on the dramatic side.

How could Daemon stand against the woman that haunted his dreams when she had his child in her guts? He supported her and became her shadow as the months went by and her belly grew bigger, he had become even more protective of her as she walked around the castle, always having his hand on his sword just in case anyone came near her.

When she gave birth to his son it was the happiest day of his life, during the hour of the eel he had snuck in her room and was able to hold the babe for the first time, such a small human being brought the biggest amount of bliss and made his heart grow bigger as the baby cooed in his arms.

(Y/n) smiled at how Daemon was so careful with their little one, holding her like the babe would break under any amount of pressure, how easier things would have been if she had wed the prince and not the king.

“What’s his name?”

“Maegor”

“Such a scandalous choice”

“He is a scandalous son, the son of a love affair”

(Y/n) had given birth to 5 children, Maegor, Healena, Aemond, Gael and Baelon, all of the fruits of her forbidden affair with the prince, all of them loved dearly by their true father who had filled the void of his brother in the children’s hearts, Daemon was a better father than Viserys ever was, Daemon taught them everything from how to yield a sword to riding dragons.

However (y/n) always worried for her children, Maegor was the first son for king Viserys which meant he held a question to the other lords of who was meant to be the heir of the throne, Maegor held the name of a vicious conqueror and some would even say a cruel usurper, Maegor was a noble child but all this talk of his destiny as he stepped into his teenage years started to thrill him, he had grown obsessed with the story of Maegor the cruel and (y/n) feared of his future, he did not have room for such hostility if he were to rule.

It dawned quickly to (y/n) that with her lord husband growing weaker by the hour, the lords questioning Rhaenyras claim to the throne and making it even worst by giving birth to plain looking bastards that set her up for accusations, to add insult to injury Rhaenyra whispered things to her fathers ear about the legitimacy of (y/n)s children, it infuriated her at the audacity of her to expose her when she paraded her husbands and demanded respect for them while pointing the finger at (y/n), she must act if she wanted her children to be safe.

(Y/n) had wed her oldest Maegor with her daughter Heleana and then Aemond was betrothed to Baela Velaryon to keep the Sea snake on her side, Gael had been discussing into wedding the son of the Tully Lord which would give her an advantage if she also had the riverruns on her side.

“The king is dead, we grieve for Viserys the peaceful, our sovereign, our friend, my dear lord husband. But he has left us a gift, with his last breath he whispered to me that he wishes for our son Maegor to be his successor”

“Then we may proceed now with the full assurance of his blessing on our long-laid plans”

“Precisely lord Lannister, my son Maegor will be crowned king tomorrow at dawn with the Maegors crown, he will yield the sword blackfyre that belonged to Aegon the conqueror let the people remember the ancient strength of the house targaryen-“

She was interrupted by the door opening, Daemon had stormed out of the room furious. (Y/n) was scheming against Rhaenyra to usurp the throne, he loved the woman dearly but this had gone too far even for him.

(Y/n) proceeded with her plans and had given clear directions as what everyone must do and what were the plans that they should follow, after the brief meeting (y/n) went to her room, knowing that a furious Daemon awaited her.

Daemon stopped his pace when (y/n) appeared, she seemed to be unbothered by the scenery and casually went up to him to wrap her arms around his waist and reach up to place a kiss on his lips.

“What do you think your doing?”

“What seems to be the problem my love?”

“Problem? You are usurping the throne from Rhaenyra”

“Daemon you know this goes further than ambition, I am protecting our children”

Daemon scoffed at her claim. Their children were perfectly safe, Daemon had spend his entire life making sure of that, all of them had grown to be decent lords and maidens, they were sleeping safely in their chambers as their mother planned to pluck their first born on the throne.

“you think Rhaenyra will accept this without a fight?, her supporters will rally and bring war to our doorstep”

“Do you think of your lover as cruel? I have instructed to send terms for Rhaenyra, true terms that she can accept without shame, a generous act that she would not have reciprocated if she were in my position”

(Y/n) had worked hard for this moment, she had sacrificed her life to secure her children, she had suffered through a loveless marriage and got stuck with taking care of her infected husband until his last breath, she had listened to ladies at court whispering idiotic insults in her name because of her inability to speak up for herself, everyone had placed a target in her back and laughed at her inability to succeed their expectations. She would not bend the knee now, she did not suffer for it to not harbour any fruits.

“We have relied on one another for years my love, you have witnessed how I was thrown into the wolves defenceless, I have never begrudged Rhaenyra for her choices hell I sympathise with her every woman should feel the love of a man that… cares for her the way you have but everyone knows she has not returned the favour and you are the reason, because she wished to be the one you visit at night”

(Y/n) explained while taking steps towards daemon and had sneakily forced him to walk backwards to her bed, (y/n) sat him down before she straddled him and took his knife to rip open her corset, leaving her chest exposed with just a sheer white cloth of her undergarment.

Daemon sharply inhaled at her bold act, (y/n) had grown over the years and to his eyes she was even more thrilling, the experience she had gained suited her, she was not frail little dove anymore, more like a hawk ready to snag its prey.

“If she takes the throne I am doomed, she hates me Daemon. I have done everything and I was still not good enough, I’ve made peace with it but our children deserve better, I won’t let her have this, I sacrificed everything for this moment”

Her talk was macabre, her motions were erotic. (Y/n) had started to leave a trail of kisses on the princes neck, after years of spending their nights in pleasure she remembered exactly what his weak spots were. Daemon could not focus any longer, he moaned under the influence of her touch and lips as she nibbled at his earlobe and her hand found it’s way to his pants, Daemon defenceless against his lover groaned at the touch, throwing his head back at the pleasure her strokes so generously brought.

“(Y/n) she is my brothers daughter”

“do you love me Daemon?”

Her does eyes worked like a charm as she fluttered her eyelashes and stuck her bottom lip out just enough, Daemon was a fool for even thinking he could change her mind, he was always weak when it came to her getting what she wants. With her free hand she took his and placed it on her cheek and held it there, Daemons heart started to flutter, the influence she had over him was unmatched.

“Of course I love you”

“Then protect me, if she can have her bastards on the throne why can’t my child be king? our Maegor, our first… love child”

She guided his hand down to her breast to cup it and so he did, Daemon was flabbergasted and did not know where or how to focus so he resided on instinct and kissed her passionately, with a swift turn her back was on the mattress, she giggled as daemon used the dagger to tear up the rest of the clothing, leaving her like she was born… nude. (Y/n) stretched her hands to touch his face and bring him closer to her, her plan had worked and the dragon once again bows to the Stag.

“My dragon, will you protect our family? Will you take care of me?”

“You will be the death of me”

Requests are open!

[thebrickinbrick]

Night Begins to Descend Upon Grantaire, Part 4

“Matelote is homely!" he cried: "Matelote is of a dream of ugliness! Matelote is a chimæra. This is the secret of her birth: a Gothic Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals fell in love with one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. He besought Love to give it life, and this produced Matelote. Look at her, citizens! She has chromate-oflead-colored hair, like Titian's mistress, and she is a good girl. I guarantee that she will fight well. Every good girl contains a hero. As for Mother Hucheloup, she's an old warrior. Look at her moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. Α hussar indeed! She will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the banlieue. Comrades, we shall overthrow the government as true as there are fifteen intermediary acids between margaric acid and formic acid; however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. I understand only love and liberty. Grantaire, the good fellow. Having never had any money, I never acquired the habit of it, and the result is that I have never lacked it; but, if I had been rich, there would have been no more poor people! You would have seen! Oh, if the kind hearts only had fat purses, how much better things would go! I picture myself Jesus Christ with Rothschild's fortune! How much good he would do!

Matelote, embrace me! You are voluptuous and timid ! You have cheeks which invite the kiss of a sister, and lips which claim the kiss of a lover."

“Hold your tongue, you cask!" said Courfeyrac.

Grantaire retorted: “I am the capitoul' and the master of the floral games!”

Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition. He would have perished at Thermopyla with Leonidas, and burned at Drogheda with Cromwell.

“Grantaire," he shouted, "go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. Don't disgrace the barricade!"

This angry speech produced a singular effect on Grantaire. One would have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He seemed to be rendered suddenly sober.

He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him :

"Let me sleep here."

"Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras.

But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, replied: "Let me sleep here, until I die."

Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes: "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying."

Grantaire replied in a grave tone: "You will see.”

He stammered a few more unintelligible words, then his head fell heavily on the table, and, as is the usual effect of the second period of inebriety, into which Enjolras had roughly and abruptly thrust him, an instant later he had fallen asleep.

[starogeorgina]

Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: None

2.06

Jolting upright, your hand immediately goes to your bump as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. The candles have long since burned out, making it hard to see. You had arrived at Harrenhal during the hour of the owl, so you had gone straight to bed, only to have a horrible nightmare. You reach out for Harwin but realize the space beside you in the bed is empty. “Harwin?” When he doesn’t answer, you start to panic. You call his name again, “Harwin!”

You move fast and grab your dressing gown while getting out of bed, fully prepared to search the castle until you find him. You don’t want to waste time finding sensible footwear because the coldness of the stone floor nips at your feet. You swing the door open and crash right into a large figure.

“And where are you going in such a rush, princess?” Your husband says, with a hint of humor in his voice.

“Thank the gods,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him as much as your bump allowed. Your ear presses against his chest, and you’re able to hear his rapid heartbeat. “I thought you were gone.”

“I’d gone to check if the boys were still settled."

“Are they safe?!”

“Yes, they are both safe and in deep sleep." All humor is gone from Harwin’s voice as soon as he realizes you’re upset. “My love, what’s happened?”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you cling to him like a child. It felt so real. The smell of smoke still lingered in your nose, along with the feeling of heat from the flames. The last time you had a dream so vivid, it came true. “It felt so real. I thought—I thought I’d lost you.”

“Vaella,” Harwin cups your face so you’re looking up at him, and he wipes your tears away. “What’s going on?”

“I had a dream. When I woke up, I thought you were dead.”

Unsure of what to say, Harwin takes your hand and leads you back to the bed. He sits down first; you follow his actions and sit down beside him. He brushes your hair that is soaked with sweat out of your eyes and asks, “I’m not gone; I’m right here.”

Harwin brings your fingers to his mouth and kisses the tips of them gently before linking them with his own. You could sense he was holding back on telling you to calm down. As much as he tried to understand, it was impossible to explain how much dragon dreams affected you to someone who had never experienced being haunted by something that was yet to happen.

“I saw Harrenal burn to the ground. You and your father were both here when it happened. I could see it happening, but I was powerless to stop it." You hiccup a little. “You looked different; your hair was curlier with the tiniest bits of gray in it, and your muscles were bigger.”

He chuckles softly at the last part, then presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m right here. I’m alive.”

“Maybe it was just a bad dream,” you say, trying to convince yourself more than him.

“If your dream has shaken you, we can leave Harrenal; I don’t want you upset and stressed.”

“We came here so you could see your family; I will not take you away from that. Not over my mind playing tricks on me.”

Even in the darkness, you can feel him trying to study your emotions. “Did anything else happen in the dream?”

“No,” you say.

It’s hard to tell if he’s convinced or not, but Harwin doesn’t push the matter further. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell him what else you saw, but you worried how fearful he would become if you told him.

—

You sit beside Lady Strong, Harwin’s stepmother, and her daughters while breaking fast. Usually you find sitting and having tea with ladies who do nothing other than gossip rather dull; however, you were very entertained when Lady Strong decided to cut a lady from a less known house to shreds with her sharp words. The lady in question made a remark about how neither of your sons had inherited the golden hair of a Lannister.

When Varos flew over the part of the castle you were in, screeching loudly, the lady quickly excused herself and left. You weren’t a fool, and you knew people would compare your sons, who were declared part Targaryen and part Lannister by the king himself, to Harwin’s appearance. Many seemed to forget it was treason to question their paternity and suffered the consequences for it.

“Has my brother given up his post in the city watch yet?” Cassandra, Harwin’s youngest sister, asks.

“No, he still works during the night.”

She says, “If I were married to a princess, I’d never work again.”

Lady Strong rolls her eyes at her daughter's comment. Your father didn’t feel it was in anyone’s best interest for Harwin to remain your official sworn protector; however, after a discussion that lasted late into the night, your father agreed that Harwin was a fine knight and could return to his previous post in the city watch, but he would be unable to climb up the ranks.

The soft pitter-patter of footsteps entered the room, followed by a whine, “Muña!”

Right away, you kneel down on the ground to be level with your son, which raises a few brows. “Aerion, my little dragon, what’s wrong?”

He pulls at his trousers to show you his skint knee. You outstretch your arms for him to run, to which he sobs. “Ñuha mijegindita rūs,” you say, kissing Aerion's puffy cheek. “What happened?”

“The boys got a little too rough while playing,” Harwin says, entering the room. He smiles at you before turning to address the others in the room, “ladies.”

Vaegon clutches Harwin’s hand tighter; both his elbows were skinned and bleeding as well, but unlike his brother, it didn’t seem like he had cried. “Thank you for a lovely tea lady, Strong. I have enjoyed your company this morning, but I must excuse myself to go clean my sons up.”

—

For the last few weeks, you've mainly enjoyed your time staying at Harrenhal. It was nice to be away from the whispers of the keep and get to spend time with Harwin’s family; it meant a great deal to him that your sons were familiar with the castle he grew up in. During the day, you were happy, but at night, you were plagued with images of your dream. It was most likely festering into something worse because you hadn’t spoken about it.

You smiled politely as the people who lived in Lord Harroway's Town bowed to you. The town wasn’t far from Harrenhal, and although you were advised numerous times to not travel without guards escorting you, you weren’t in the slightest bit afraid, not when you had Harwin by your side and Varos was flying overhead.

You were convinced that Varos was deliberately flying in fancy loops in the sky to show off.

“I dread to think how much my sisters have spoiled the boys,” Harwin chuckles.

“Being here agrees with them, as it does you.”

He smiles sadly. If it wasn’t for how badly Alicent treated your sister, you would have gladly never moved away. “Has Princess Rhaenyra written?”

“No, and I’m worried for her.”

You loved Rhaenyra dearly, but she was infuriating at times. All you wanted was to know she was okay, and it was pointless asking your father, as he was blind to the greens behavior.

“The same dragon's blood is running through her veins as it is yours, and you are the strongest person I know. So from that alone, I know she will be fine.”

You kiss Harwin on the cheek, he always knew what to say. “I was thinking it would be nice if we invited your sisters and stepmother to Dragonstone since Rhaenyra, Jace, and Luke are coming.”

Given how terrible Alicent treated you after the birth of your sons and how cruel she was being to Rhaenyra, Harwin suggested you give birth outside the red keep so you wouldn’t need to stress about anything other than the baby, and after talking about it, you decided that Dragonstone would be the best option because it was the place you felt the safest.

A smile pulls on his lips. “My sisters will be honored—”

He cuts himself off when the sudden sound of wings flapping catches his attention. You stare at Varos, who is now flying back to Harrenhal, and ask the question of what other dragon is nearby until you hear the recognisable sound of Caraxes screeching.

“Daemon…” While others gasped and looked fearful as Caraxes flew close enough to the town to cause a large gush of wind, you smiled brightly and asked, “What is he doing here?”

“I invited him.”

Nothing else needs to be said for you to understand that Harwin must have been very concerned to ask Daemon to come. Your lips start to tremble as you realize how much you love the man standing in front of you. You lean into him, kissing him multiple times on the lips, “we should go and greet him.”

—

“Well, that was amusing.”

“Indeed, it was not,” you pout. Varos and Caraxes were actually getting along until they started fighting over the carcass of a dead animal. Daemon assured you his dragon wouldn’t really harm yours, but it still made you unnerved to see a much larger and battle-hardened dragon snapping at Varos. You were actually thankful for the bloody Wyrm winning in the end.

A comfortable silence passes as you walk back into the castle. Once inside, you begin to give Daemon a tour, which was just delaying the inevitable conversation you’d eventually need to have. He tells you how his wife and daughters are.

“Harwin tells me you are insisting he takes you to the taverns in town.”

Daemon smirks, “Do not fret; I will not allow a repeat of last time.”

You’d only seen Harwin ridiculously drunk, to the point he couldn’t walk straight on several occasions, and Daemon was present at each of them. “Laena has forbidden me from corrupting your good husband.”

“Hmm,” you quickly change the conversation. “I’m glad you came, uncle; it’s been far too long.”

“That is, parenthood often delays us from doing the things we wish.”

“Have you met Lucerys yet? He’s so tiny, much smaller than Jacaerys was.”

“Regrettably not,” he says, licking his lips. “Harwin says you haven’t been sleeping well, not since you saw something in a dream. What happened in it?”

You explain the dream to him in great detail, and the look on his face seems to confirm your fear that something bad is lurking on the horizon. The first time you had dreams alluding to the battle of the stones was years before it happened. “That’s not all; there was something I kept from Harwin. When Harrenhal was burning, I saw the Valyrian steel dagger you gave me in the flames; it had writing on it.”

“What does it say?”

“It said my son would be se bringer hen ānogar se perzyssy. The bringer of blood and flames.”

Ñuha mijegindita rūs - My poor baby

Muña - Mother

Se bringer hen ānogar se perzyssy - The bringer of blood and flames

Shoutout to @topazy for this imagine of Vaella and Harwin!!! Also below is one’s I made of what Vaella saw in her dream

[everest-angey]

This is my version of Arturos childhood/backstory and why he is so creepy.

Arturos mom worked at an illegal hospital and she brought him to work and taught him all she knows. She was obsessed with looking “beautiful” and constantly having plastic surgery herself. She looked like one of those people who have done so much surgery that they look creepy and inhuman. She probably had some mental disorder that distorted her perception of her body.And unfortunately she took that out on her son, Arturo, who had inherited her “worst” traits, a big, crooked nose, already wrinkly forehead, bad face shape. She couldn't stand to look at her own child, the resemblance of everything she hated about herself.

She always would mention the difference between ugly people and pretty people, how only one deserved a spot in society. She never called arturo ugly, but definitely mention him to have “unfortunate features” and always seemed to be disgusted by him. Arturos mom got in contact with her illegal hospital. It’s where she could do her own unsafe plastic surgeries, surely they would operate on her son for the right price?

And that they did. Started with a simple otoplasty to fix his ears and it escalated. Started when Arturo was around 5 and by the age of 8 he was unrecognisable. She was never done, always pressuring him to say yes to doing more, no matter how it hurt.Even at that age he started to realise how horrible it all was, getting nose jobs as an adult is already taxing, but as a child it’s unbearable. Arturo was getting homeschooled because he was constantly not okay enough to go outside.

While this was happening his mother made him learn about plastic surgery, medicine and a lot of biology and anatomy. For her plastic surgery was the single best thing in life, so it made sense that her son could grow up to be a plastic surgeon. But when puberty hit and his face grew, his surgeries started rejecting. One after the other he constantly needed more surgery to fix his old ones. Eventually, someone called cps on his house after seeing Arturos bruised face with his mom. After a doctor inspected Arturo his mom was arrested and Arturo was told what he went through wasn’t normal.

Arturo decided he would be a surgeon. He already knew a lot so it made sense. He would spend hours in his foster homes reading and studying anatomy, biology and more. While his face continued to destruct, he became obsessed with plastic surgery. -definetly not because it made him feel closer to his mother-

He his his face, nobody wanted to see that. He looked disgusting, bruised face from the newest surgery. The first thing he would do in the morning was put on his mask, sometimes even sleeping with it. He couldn’t stand to look at how disgusting he looked.

Arturo hated his mom, she ruined his face, costing thousands just to get him through his face growing. But her ideologies stayed in his brain, but not the way she would have liked. Pretty people are the pinnacle of society: they’re the only ones worth listening to and admired. Every person deep in their heart wasn’t a to be beautiful, that’s why society is built on beauty standards. It’s decided at birth if you’re beautiful or not. Nobody can get surgery to be pretty, you have to be born with it. Plastic surgery is meant to help the elite and exploit the ugly.

Anyways I hope this could explain his ideology