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a/n: Nothing for the moment, but I will try to set up a schedule for when I'm going to post my next fic so it can be organized. I lowkey love the mature version of coriolanus snow, he is like Daddy or like zaddy, just AHHHHHH.
warning: penetration, p in in the v, cheating, breeding kink, reproductive coercion, baby trapping, toxic dynamics, spanking, misogynistic coriolanus. (maybe considered as dark content)
pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader
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pt 2 of goverment hooker
taglist`` @slut4ethan
A few months passed, then years...
—since your sexual encounter with the gentleman you met at the bar, you had stayed on the low until meeting him, you wouldn't lie to yourself that your heart yearned to see him again, though being a peacekeeper couldn't guarantee if he was still here. Though you went back to your old habits, bringing in men and seducing them to fill your pockets up for sexual favors, you never felt anything inside the relationship. It was just a casual exchange for goods and pleasure.
If they were well fooled by you, they would do more to win your heart like gifting diamonds, jewels, fancy dresses, heels, and expensive, luxurious bags. With a card, always handwritten to you in black pen with a bouquet of flowers, maybe roses, peonies, or tulips. Usually red, or pink, colors that represent 'romance' or 'love'. You manage to catch on to when men would send you these gifts, you enjoyed being showered in lavish things but it would bore you a little,
Due to your interesting status, you manage to sneak into important parties, the fancy ones you like. The ones with champagne and the aged wine were expensive, the big chandeliers with jewels and diamonds hanging from them, and the huge halls with delicate porcelain vases and tiles. You got an invite from one of the fools of men you were messing around with, some known politician in Panem. Walking into the gracious hall, wearing a black cocktail dress, and some diamond jewelry given to you by your several misters, clutching onto your matching black purse.
Small chatter fills up the hall, as you steal a glass of champagne from the waiters passing it around. You still had to walk with the fool you tricked, holding onto his bicep lovingly, fluttering your lashes at him, and laughing at his empty 'witty' comments. "Darling, what is going on right now" You said, pursing your lips together, you knew he would answer your cute antics. "The new president of Panem is here," the man said, you looked at him, fluttering your eyes back at the new information. "Who is here, darling" You pushed your chest on his arm, starting to make him flustered with your inappropriate antics, "Sir Coriolanus Snow" he responded, your eyes widened at the family name, backing up from his arm. The name of the man you lay with years ago, "He's here?" you exclaimed, and he nodded. "Oh my," you stopped, "We will meet him, will we?" you twirled your hair, looking up at him with your doe eyes.
This would be your big chance, your chance at stopping boring yourself around useless men, your life would be filled with riches, a lavish lifestyle, and expensive jewelry. Even being the First Lady of Panem made you feel thrilled and better than fooling around with a stupid man who isn't faithful to their wife. "We will, my beaut," he said, before wrapping his around your waist, it made me feel disgusted. As we sailed across the halls, talking to other politicians and influential people, until we saw the devil himself.
Coriolanus Snow...the now-elected president of Panem. Your eyes sparkled in delight, though the encounter was long ago, he looked well-prim and mannered. He was wearing a red suit, a tucked collared shirt with matching dress pants, and his hair was longer than the peacekeeper's mandatory buzz cut. It looked like he was talking to another group of well-off people, you watched him as he talked to them and finished up their conversation. Before he walked away, it looked into the hall out of the ballroom. It was your chance to talk to him, maybe he'll remember you. Some part inside of you doubted but the other side was hopeful, "Darling, I need to powder up my nose, I'll be gone for a few minutes" You turned towards him, and he nodded. You clutched onto your bag and followed Coriolanus out of the ballroom.
Maybe just maybe he'll remember you, I mean how can he not. Not after a promise he made to you, well maybe a promise, you were too fucked to realize what he said but it was something.
It was awkward following him, would he think of you being a stalker, you weren't, you followed him until an empty hall before he stopped mid-way, "You don't have to follow me around, you know" He spoke, making chills run down your spine. Pushing back a strand of your hair over your ear, "You probably don't remember don't you?" You cocked your head to the side, you watched him as he turned around ever so gracefully on his heels, looking straight at you. Your cheeks flushed, he looked mature, rougher around the edges. His blue eyes iris looking at your e/c ones.
"Pardon?" He asked doubt starting to fill you up, "Not even the promise of you coming back to me, fill you with any ideas?" You cocked your eyebrows, giving him a little smile. Holding your hands together to your stomach, "Y/N?" his eyes widen at the new fact, "In the flesh" you smirked, raising your hands up. "You never were going to come back, weren't you" You faked a sad tone in your voice, flickering your eyes to your hands, walking up to him. He didn't respond, "Never thought a Peacekeeper would be the next President of Panem, " You rambled on, flickering your doe eyes at him, "So, how are you now?" you smiled, "I'm well off now" He responds, he put his hand inside of his pockets. "Well, I'm sorry what happened to your friend, I heard about the hanging" he sniffed, you watched if would tense up at the words, but he didn't at all.
"Well, he was setting up a rebellion against the capitol, so he would be punished for it" He finished, it was harsh for him to say that about a friend, you thought he cherished, it was a man that was from the capitol, never thought someone like that would care about district people at all.
"That was harsh, ain't it?" You pursed your lips, "No, it wasn't harsh enough" He said, his eyes flickering at you. You played with the bracelets on your wrist, "—And, you Y/N..." you turned your head at him as your name came out of your lips, "I have done my research on you fully"
"Oh really" you cocked your eyebrows, you were amused at what he was going to say, "Your the capitol's slut, a woman who slept her way through the capitol, with politicians, congressmen, and senators, how many do you trick for gifts and money" There was an odd tension between you it was thick, "Your right, but not as accuracy. I don't sleep my way through, I only trick, I'm not just a whore you know" you pouted and placed your hands on your hips. "So, does it make you think differently of me" You put your hand underneath his chin, surprisingly he didn't curve you or stop your attempt, his eyes looking at yours. Feeling his hands on the sides of your hips. "Not at all" He whispered, before he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue explored your cavern, and you felt yourself getting aroused by the hungry kiss. You knew your plan was bound to work, putting your arms around his neck, withdrawing from his lips. "We shouldn't do here, it would be improper" You looked away, feeling shy in front of him.
"The hall is going to be over soon, so tell your mister or whatever man you brought here to go home alone, you'll be coming with me" You felt his breath against your ear, making you feel sensitive underneath your dress. You felt his hands trailing your waist, "Alright" you flickered your eyes to him, "I will" you tracing the shape of his collar and coat.
The car ride was filled with tension, the car was luxurious though. You enjoy it very much. Feeling butterflies in your stomach, your cheeks flushed. He was already wrapped around your fingers, it was an easy hook and reel. Feeling the car halting at a big manor, your eyes brighten up, "We're here" He stated, the door opening up for you, as you stepped out of the car, and walked with him inside the estate. The estate was beautiful, with blossoms, and freshly trimmed grass and trees around the houses. Stepping onto the perfect cobblestone path with him, you bit your lips at the thought.
The guard in front opened the manor's large doors, as you walked in, clutching your bag to your stomach. "It's a beautiful estate" your eyes darted around the luxurious manor.
"It is" he responded back, before looking at you, his heels trailing back to your front. "Let's go towards the bedroom" Your eyes brightened, as you felt his hands on yours pulling you into his chambers, your heels echoing around the large mansion. The door were closed by him and locked. He pulled you into a kiss, his hands rubbing your waist and your curves hungrily, the kiss making your knees feel weak. His hands trailing the zipper of your dress, you were too busy with his lips on yours to comprehend what was going on. Feeling the cocktails dress dropping and your lingerie being shown to him, as he withdrew. "You weren't going to show that guy, all of that were you?" He muttered, "No" feeling the strap of your bra falling to the side, "Not at all" you smiled, feeling his hands on your body, as he carried you. Your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, as he kissed you further.
He pushes you onto the enormous bed, his hands rubbing on you. His hands trailed down to your panties rubbing your clit harshly, making you mewl, "Corio" you whined, your chest heaving up and down. Finger dipping into you further inside, your velvety walls clenching around his fingers, you grind your hips to his hand, feeling your skin heat up, desperate for a release.
Squirming against him, "Your so desperate, aren't you" he mocked, His fingers plunging in and out of you several times making you feel immense pleasure. "Corio, please I'm close" you whined, feeling your hands gripping onto the sheets. Feeling a wave of pleasure coming down on you, squirting out. Your chest heaving, you looked at him withdrawing, his fingers dripping with your juices. Watching him lapping his tongue at his fingers, making you press your thighs together.
He took off your black panties, slowly. You lifted your legs as he fully took it off. "Take it all off, Y/N" He whispered, his eyes looking at your almost bare body, you clipped out your bra, dropping it to the floor, your breast being displayed to him. "Do you like them, Corio?" you fluttering your eyes at him, propping your chest up. You looked at his awaiting form, and your eyes dragged to his lower abdomen area tightened up in his dress pants. Cocking your head to the side, "I need you, Corio" you purposely slurred your words, "Please" watching him unbuckling his belt, and taking off his boxer before he mounted on top of you, your back on the bed. You spread your pussy lips for him to align himself in you.
Feeling him inserting himself into you, sinking into your clenching walls. Your throat ripped out a wanton string of moans, it felt like his cock got bigger, his cock stretching you out deliciously. His low growl tickled your ear before he started moving, massaging your inner walls. His cock fucking into your cunt, sloppy sounds filling up his chambers, everything feeling hot around you. Your plan was working out, no condoms just raw sex. You just need him to cum into you, and you were guaranteed to get something of Coriolanus. His hands on your hips as he thrust into you, feeling his cock brushing your cervix making you jolt, "Fuck" you cursed, opening your legs further for him, his pelvis slapping yours. His balls swinging onto your lower ass. You squirmed under his touch, his hands touching your chest. Rubbing your nipples, harding against his fingers.
His rough hands groped your chest, biting down on your lips. Your swollen clit, being abused with his hand and your chest. You choked out a sob, his brutal pace making you feel weak, your eyes dropping down. Your tongue lulled out, as he fucked into you, biting marks into your neck, chest, and stomach. Gripping onto your waist harshly, tears pricking on your waterline, his hands dancing from the swollen nubs of your chest to your neck, as he lightly presses, making you tense up holding his arm, your eyes rolling back, his hips rutting into you.
Your panting echoed through the room, his pace didn't stop at your tears going down your cheek, your black mascara bleeding through, your lipstick was smeared. Everything on your body was sensitive, "Corio, please—" you puff out, before he flipped you over, your face onto the soft pillows, your hips up in the air, the cool air hitting your pussy.
Before he continued to abuse your cunt, his hips fucking into you, his cock touching parts of you, kissing your cervix deeply, making you wail, the sheet already messy. His hair sticking onto his forehead, sweat dripping down from his body, your well-manicured nails grasping the sheet. "I'm close" He groaned, feeling his hands landing on your ass. Making you jolt, several of them onto the plush of your ass. The pain makes you squirm, your cunt dripping. His arms pulling you into a chokehold close to his chest, feeling hot thick liquid filling you up, looking at your flat stomach filling up your cum. Your doe rolling back at the sudden warm feeling that didn't stop. Before he released you, your body bounced on the bed.
Feeling him withdrawing from you, and cum dripping from you. your body trembling, feeling your legs numbing down. Coriolanus body on top of you feeling his soft member on your ass, "Don't even think about it" He whispered, pushing a strand of your hair over your ears, "I know that's what you planned for" He danced his fingers on your collarbones, 'N-no" you managed to stutter out, "Don't lie my dove, isn't that the reason you follow me or had your eyes on me" He trailed on, "I just missed you, Corio" you lied through your teeth, "Don't lie, it doesn't suit you.." he touched your chin.
"Why did you do it?" You mumbled, "How could I stop, it so hard not to imagine you swollen with my baby" He said, "Besides—
Thats all your good for"
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harvey specter headcanons pt. 3
i'm running out of ideas maybe it's time for me to write an actual fic. i love hiding behind my little one-liners or individual paragraphs i'm too insecure to post real fics. it's okay tho i am loving getting back into writing
part one
part two
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harvey specter, who is subconsciously obsessed with always resting his hand on your back. who does it without even noticing he’s doing it—whether you’re taking a stroll, or he’s holding a door open and ushering you in, or sitting in his lap having sex—he’s always got his hand on the small of your back.
harvey specter, who never misses an opportunity when he sees it. if you’re bending over or preoccupied with a task, he’s always going to take the chance to smack your ass.
harvey specter, who sees red when he sees you shaking hands with travis tanner in the lobby. who keeps his cool as he walks up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and questioning tanner, what are you doing here?
harvey specter, who finally gets the chance to see you in action at work. when confronted by another employee, you stand your ground and don’t take any shit from him. who has never been more proud or turned on by it.
harvey specter, who joins you in the shower to wash your hair for you after a long day at work, or (and) after an intense gym session. who you return the favor to by massaging his back after his own exhausting days or workouts.
harvey specter, who finally opens up to you about his issues with his mother. who pulls you closer when you tell him that you agree with him on the matter, that he did the best he could with the cards he was dealt. who sheds a few tears when you tell him it’s not your fault, baby.
harvey specter, who will forever wish you would have been able to meet his father. who is glad that you get to have the relationship with your mother that he never had with his own. who hopes your father isn’t completely appalled that his daughter’s boyfriend is closer to his age than yours.
harvey specter, who finally agrees to a vacation. who takes you to all the places you’ve always wanted to travel to but never had the opportunity to go. who lets you pick all the destinations and outings you’ll have, while he makes sure the first class seats and five-star hotels and high-end restaurant dinners are booked far in advance. who would only ever let you travel with such luxury.
harvey specter, who supports all of your dreams. who knows that not now, but in the next few years, you may be looking for a career change. who is ready to sacrifice whatever is necessary to support you through the schooling you may have to go through to make such a change.
harvey specter, who knows that you’re not ready to get married. who knows that you’re far too young to get married. but who knows that he’s not getting any younger, and doesn’t know how to respect your youth while planning for his future. who worries that while you might be his happy ending, to you, he might be a stepping stone to where you’ll be in ten years. who thinks that you might pass him by, and who knows he has no choice but to support you if life takes you away from him. who knows he’ll never move on, even if you do.
harvey specter, who knows that you both work too much. who knows that you spend all your free time and weekends together. between his love of his work, his friendships with his colleagues, and his relationship with you, he is satisfied. but he knows you are far more social than he is, and he will encourage you to go to spa nights and girls trips with friends. who is proud that you have a life that you love, and he will always be there to supplement whatever you need to keep it that way.
nsfw ones:
harvey specter, who would put your pleasure above his every time. who is happy to service you. who can’t get off until he knows he’s pleased you to your satisfaction.
harvey specter, who knows that you’re more game to try things out than his other partners. call it a benefit of your youth, if he might.
harvey specter, who takes off his button-down shirt and dresses you in it. who binds your wrists together with his necktie and teases you for what feels like forever, before fitting his index and middle fingers into your mouth. who finally slips those two fingers into your underwear and ever so faintly begins to touch, whispering into your ear: does that feel good? hmm? just relax… i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.
#my writing#suits#suits tv#harvey specter#harvey specter x reader#harvey specter x you#fem reader#self insert#self indulgent
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𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥
premise: the lioness gnaws on her favored maiden.
pairing: yandere!cersei lannister x poc!reader
warnings: abuse of power, gender identity issues (slight, but this is cersei), wlw, dead dove smut.
ao3
a/n: although I love show cersei, she was watered down a bit. I wanted to see more of her delulu side, and exploration of her gender issues. Sansa Stark cameo! Sansa is just a baby that needs protecting! <3 anyways, enjoy! <3 do not repost my works!
Cersei Lannister doesn’t have companions.
An unruly child grew into a woman with a crude tongue. Where she lacks empathy with a blackened heart, she makes up for her beauty and charm—- that only extends so far.
Golden locks, and fair skin—- with a temper of a lion. Deludes herself that she has been deprived of her inheritance to Casterly Rock, and is the true queen majesty of all seven kingdoms.
Everything belongs to her.
Her kingdom, her brother, her children —- even you.
A possessive creature. Her love only extends to what she craves, and what she sees in herself. And whenever she senses a threat upon her possessions, that anyone could snatch away her toys —- the lioness becomes irate.
A small council, and a small flock of handmaidens. Only a handful of maids are entrusted in the queen’s space, but only one to bear witness the queen at her rawest.
You are punished by her unsought favor.
To clean her, to dress her, a vessel for her to unburden herself on you. Mistakenly you offered sympathies as a woman one day —- perhaps, too kindly.
Prior, you were just a handmaiden blending in within the palace.
The late king had struck Cersei, you catered to her. Cleaning her split lip, all you spoke was that a queen should be respected, no matter what she has uttered.
All you did was to perform your duty as the queen’s servant … no ill will. Perhaps it’s your shyness, or your taught obedience that caught Cersei’s meticulous eye.
Eventually, she demanded more of you. Requesting your presence for everything, and eventually more demanding—- more touchy.
Dressing you in her house’s colors—- gold and deep red. Adorning you with luxurious fabrics, and discreetly pinning a lion brotchee upon your shoulder. It brought a wave of embarrassment, for such clothing is above your station.
Showering you with such gifts as a king does so to his paramour. It became abhorrent at times to nearby eyes—- more than once, you caught her father’s cold glare.
Conversing with you—- or rather at you, rambling on about her fits of rage upon her father’s lack of respect, how she isn’t respected as queen, how the small folk should be kissing her feet—- or how her little brother should’ve died at the birthing bed.
Delusions of greed and arrogance woven with the silk of self-wallowing, and pity.
Always touching.
Grazing your skin by the fingertips, her breath upon the slope of your neck, gripping your mound tightly as if she possesses any ownership. Sending Bernadette —- against the maid’s growing irate —- to fetch for you almost every fortnight.
To the point where you don’t even sleep in your own chambers anymore.
-
The traitorous wolf is dead.
Long love the youthful stag.
A feast, a celebration held by the newly crowned king. As he cheers over the death of one of the noblest men to live. A cruel boy who immulates his mother’s strife. A feast of dancing, and platters of luxurious food, merry music and jesters.
Seated beside Cersei, as well as her other maidens Bernadette and Senelle. Carefully, your eyes float a peek at the little dove seated beside Joffrey. Sansa is now a shell of the young girl she once was. Pity dwells within you, a somber child, who’s eyes never leave her lap.
You were once that child, once hopeful, only for life to beat you as if you were nothing. Life doesn’t spare the young, age has no limits.
You’re picking at the fruits and meats on your plate, rather bored at the royal nonsense. Gossip among ladies, and redundant chatter of politics among the lords —- it doesn’t pertain to you.
Never has, never will.
As a young girl, it bothered you. How unfair it was that the town folks suffer, as the noble float above the clouds with fine clothing, unending platters of food, and spoiled beyond their dreams.
Now, it doesn’t matter. The bitterness doesn’t matter. Grief to spite, to then an achromatic sense of life. You learned that you are no different than these flocks —- we all are born, then we die all the same, buried in the same soil we go.
But fantasies of escaping to the East, to the land of your ancestors —- to start anew keeps you hopeful. Meet someone, have a babe or two. Live on a farm fruitful of crops.
Lost in your thoughts, you don’t sense a presence looming nearby, ever so watching, gawking at its prey.
“May I have this dance?” A voice soaked in sultry warmth, beckoning and confident. Startling you to jump just a bit, turning over your shoulder, standing above you, is Jaime Lannister. Gold yellow hair, smooth and silky, and a confident smirk to match.
“Lord Commander.” You speak in a gasp, bowing your head respectfully. Jaime’s smile twitches, growing wider—- Lord Commander —- not many address him as such. It’s always Kingslayer , never an ounce to respect.
“May I have the pleasure of a dance?” Jaime’s tone is more smoother, his canines flashing as if he’s ready to bite.
Cersei’s eyes narrow, “Jaime, let her be.” She tries to keep her voice low. Jaime scuffs playfully, “ And why? All these squawking hens must be such a bore.” He turns to you with a boyish grin, making you laugh softly.
All it does is make Cersei more annoyed. She has been upset all evening—- rather all day. Cersei found you earlier in the morning tending to Sansa. The little girl was bruised and broken by the mongrel of Cersei’s beastly son.
Tending to Sansa felt wholesome, it filled a void inside you. Reminded you of how it felt to be a mother again.
It irritated something in Cersei, to see you so kind to another.
“Thank you, Ser,” You cautiously say, you can feel Cersei’s tension. Doe eyes flutter back to Jaime, “But there are more gracious ladies who are more suited for your hand.”
Jaime tsks at your rejection. “ Nonsense. These birds are not to my taste.” He out-stretches his hand, not taking no for an answer.
Hesitantly, you take his hand, his fingers curl around, no space for escape. Jaime guides you by the feet, feeling the heat of anxiety flood your flesh, as if you felt the thousands of gazes in your direction.
But—- the daggers lodging themselves in your back were from a pair of greens.
A clunky sway between four feet, it’s quite difficult to catch up to Jaime’s step. Unaware at first to steady yourself; Jaime takes this to his advantage, slithering his palm to the nape of your tailbone, luring you into him.
Muttering low, “Follow my lead.” Jaime whispers. Slowing his footfalls, you follow his pace. Clenching your jaw, rather upsetting to be in this position, in the hands of a noble —— in such a vulnerable display.
“I am afraid I won’t be much of a dancer,” Your eyes glued to your feet, a little flumpily. “I haven’t had lessons.” Not daring to glance upward at his intense eyes.
“And weren’t taught lessons on manners.” Jaime jests, earning your head to snap up swiftly, now eye to eye, with a frightened stare of a doe. “Have I offended you, Ser?” Your eyes wearily gaze down.
Jaime chuckles, “There it is again,” his finger curls under your chin, making you look at him in the eye. “Most of the dance, you have not addressed me with so much as a glance.”
You hum, eyes downcasted to the flooring. “My apologies, I am accustomed to not stare too long at the noble.” Swapping harshly, your throat clenching a little.
“Mousey little creature, you are.”
You breathe a titter, bowing your head still, “The bored lion plays with the mouse.” Shyly staring at your feet, careful not to step on his toes.
“Bored isn’t the word.” Jaime whispers, tilts his head closer, attempting to catch your eyes. He leans in your space, you can feel his warmth beat against your face. His nose is just inches from yours.
“Merely curious.” Jaime teases. “My sister has had many maidens, but never any has been beautiful.” He has always snuck glances.
Your eyes slowly gaze up, fully taking in his golden hue.
A natural skin of rich brown —- not many folk in the West possess such color, he can tell you are not of Andal birth. Your flesh shines as sun brown, and curly tresses brushed back to a gold thin lined headdress.
You hum low, not intrigued in his antics, your mind is too preoccupied by another twin —- one who is more meaner.
“You hide yourself in plain cloth, dare to deprive a man?” He chuckles, but his eyes are heavy with need. A simple dress of royal blue—- not the colors of the house you serve, it doesn’t shape your bodice, nor do you seek for it to.
“There is nothing beneath to be desired.” You snip softly. A ripple of fear shivers your flesh, sneaking glances over Jaime’s shoulders. Barely a glimpse at the royal table, a flash of angry green eyes burns you.
“I beg to differ.” His voice pulls you back, eye to eye now. Jaime swirls your bodice around, his open palm tight on your tailbone. Sending a shiver upon the curve of your spine, never been touched by a man.
“My sister has kept you all to herself, I’m envious.” Jaime holds you to his chest, heavy breathing collides. “You tend to her hand and foot—- is there any way you can tend to my needs?” A smirk curls on Jaime’s mouth, ready to sink his teeth.
“When I am cold in my grave.”
“A knight and a handmaiden,” Jaime’s shrugs his head, “A sight all too common.” Gesturing to this as it could be a casual affair. He enjoys your bite, so used to the familiarity of women throwing themselves at him, such easy prey to play with, but he rejects them all.
This is new, a fun game.
You admittedly enjoy his touch, Jaime is breath-taking. Golden honey hair, a strong beautiful sculpted nose, and beautiful green hues.
“I must behold my reputation.” You said in a hush, “I am a lady in your sister’s circle, it would be improper to entertain her brother—- a Lord Commander no less.” You hum low, a small twitch of a smile.
Before Jaime could speak, you catch a glimpse of an ornery glare from a distance, burning with fury. The boldness fades on your lips, but confidence still lingers.
“Doesn’t your oath forbid you of any intimacy?” You jest with him, but your mind is still wondering for Cersei, as well as making sure your feet are coordinated.
You’re nearly breathless, and frightened.
Jaime feigns shock. “My oath won’t be burdened nor broken, if it is kept a secret.” He twirls you again among the sea of dancing lords and ladies. “Secrets can be delicious.” He whispers a wisp into the shell of your ear.
“Even poison can be enticing.” You tilted your chin at him, Jaime smiles, his hands circle your waist even closer to himself. His thumb stroking against your waist.
The environment blurs for a moment, it feels nice. To be treated with kindness, and gracious banter. To not be touched so harshly. But simultaneously, it’s all too much. As if a foreigner in unknown land, touch such as this is—- new.
“How could anyone deny themselves pleasure? Even if it’s —- dangerous?”
You gasp, mouth agape, for once, you didn’t have a snip to his flirtations. Jaime hums a chuckle, “Why, has the mouse lost her tongue?”
“I—”
“The Queen is ready to retire for the evening.” Bernadette’s voice floats behind you, and you thank the Gods above for her —- for just a moment. To be freed from this burning grasp.
“A thousand apologies, Ser. I must tend to—”
“My sister… yes. ” There is a mirth to his tone, mischievous. His eyes stare as if he knows something, toying with it his tongue.
“Yes…” You nod with a timid smile. You bow your head to him, grabbing the skirt of your dress, “I am grateful for the honor of a dance, Commander.” Jaime’s mouth is agape, and genuinely it spreads to a wanton smile.
“ Jaime.”
You gasp a breath, eyes taken back. Jaime grabs your hand into his, his thumb caressing your knuckles.
“Please call me Jaime.” His eyes are pleading, almost glassy. You blink, a simper of appreciation. A royal has never been so amiable with you. Always ‘my lord’ this, and ‘my lady’ that.
“Thank you, Jaime.” You say, a human sensation of appreciation is twinkling like feathers in your belly. It feels nice.
A cough emits behind you. You close your eyes —- it’s time. Lashes blink back, “I must go.” Feet backpedals, hands slowly slip from the warmth of his fingers.
“Yes, you must go.” Jaime says coyly.
Oval nails slip back to your stitching, you twirl around to walk behind Bernadette. Duckling footfalls in line, as Bernadette walks with a hast stride, slinking through the dancing bodies.
“Our majesty is very impatient.” Bernadette’s voice is snarky, as if she chastises a child.
When has she ever not been?
All you can do is strum in agreement.
As you both reach the king’s high table, you catch Cersei’s eyes. Envy as green as her hues, mouth wrinkled. Immediately she stands from her chair, bidding her son a good evening —- all he does is give her a wave and a cantankerous smile, too busy boasting with low lords.
You immediately follow behind Cersei’s trail, biting your tongue, the edge of your jaw clenching in unbridled anger.
Bernadette is not far behind, trying to level at Cersei’s shoulders, but Cersei snappily dismisses her with a flick of her wrist.
Bernadette is sent away to her own rooms, much to her dismay.
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The lioness is prowling.
Foaming at the maw.
Cersei walked with a firm gait. Her hands clasped over each other, her lips twitching; her brocade fabric sways against the flooring. Her brother —- her lover, and her maiden in such a display.
The walk back to her chambers is eerily quiet. Anxiously your fingers fiddle with your rings, as your belly is churning as slippery eels.
Hastily, you grasp the large oak brown door handles, opening it wide for her—- hopefully pleasantries can ease the tension.
Without a look at you, Cersei immediately walks into her chambers. Harsh fingers tugs at her dress collar, Cersei’s back to you. Routine is often instructed to undress her, but she isn’t thrilled to be touched yet.
“Prepare my bath.” She demands, without even looking at you. “Yes, your Majesty.” You speak in a strain. Rolling your sleeves up to the joints of your elbows.
In the washroom, you fill the tub with warm water that has been on flame for awhile. Carefully, you begin to pour in scented oils, put her bar of soaps on the dish tray, and a rag over your forearm.
Cersei strides to the room, only in a crimson robe, with golden threads. Her face is cold, frozen in disgust.
Ungraciously Cersei drops her robe, it glides down her arms. She steps out of the bundle of fabric, and into the steamy bath. The routine commences—- you have it ingrained on what she likes.
As you kneel, Cersei untangles your headdress uncouthly, letting it fling to the floor, your hair flows down your shoulders. You resume your duty, as if nothing happened.
You unclasp her hair from the gold clips, softly caressing her skull. Untangling her swirls, and unclipping her jewelry. Tenderly, you knead the nape of her neck, to the slope of her throat, to her collarbones.
Cersei moans, closes her eyes in content, but she won’t be manipulated by your touch.
Her eyes flicker open.
“Bring me wine.” Curt and sharp. A dismissive wave of her hand. You stand up from your knees, grabbing the wine jug, pouring the dry sweet Arbor wine into her cuppee.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Cersei asks, if possible, the heat of her jealousy can boil the bath. Hesitant, you cautiously say, “Yes, the Lord Commander is a gracious dancer.” You offer her the goblet.
“Formalities,” Cersei chuckles, her head bobs tipsily, “ Ser… Lord… ” Her laugh dies, with a frown, “—with how you were fondling him, might as well refer to him by his name.” Her voice is sharp. She snatches the cuppee from your hand.
“I wouldn’t dare to speak to him so formally.” You say, sinking into yourself more and more. You resume cleaning her, trying to get through the night.
“Is it men you seek for?” Cersei asks, twisting the cuppee between her fingertips. You shake your head, “No, your grace.”
“No?” Cersei’s voice rises in pitch, almost mockingly.
“I do not seek companionship.” You peek through your lashes, trying to keep your composure. As a fawn caught by the hands of a hunter.
A thread snaps in Cersei’s mind at those words.
“If I bore a cock, perhaps you would be enticed.” Cersei hissed, her milky fingers clenching her gold cuppee. Her voice slithers into an incoherent mumble, ‘If I was born a son, we would be wedded.’
Her drunken vulnerability turns sour once more.
An empty malicious thought plagues Cersei.
“The Mountain has a taste for sweet gentle creatures—-” Cersei whispers, fiddling with your sleeve. “He would eat you alive.” An airy laugh escapes her, head reclines. She’s rambling poison, trying to hurt you, as if you have pained her in return.
“Perhaps then your whorish behavior would then be satisfied.” Cersei growls into her drink.
You remain mute, not daring to speak in your defense. It’s better fitted to let her ramble in her delusions. Cersei’s eyes spark again, feline eyes stare at you.
“Remember what he did to our late Princess Elia Martell? That was just sport for him.” Her face morphed to a devilish grin, hazy eyes sharply baring into your wet doe ones. The threat is clear, but you don’t catch the bait.
“All of the realm recalls the tragedy.”
Cersei’s face falls a bit, her smile morphs to a frown, her eyes narrow spitefully. She hoists her slender leg up, splashing her bath water everywhere, even drizzling your fabric, and face; earning a flinch. Your eyes scrunches shut, from the swash.
“Scrub.”
Gently you resume washing Cersei. The wash cloth soaps her skin, avoiding her lower regions, not daring to touch her —- it will only spark her. You save that task for last.
Cersei gulped down her wine, the warm twang floods her blood, and her mean strike.
Cersei calms for a moment, her eyes staring yards away. Finally, her body is cleaned, and you cautiously dove your hand into the soapy water, scrubbing her mound. You can feel her pubic hair through the rag. Out of instinct, Cersei bucks her hips against your palm.
Cersei moans happily.
“My brother desires you.” Cersei slurs, just a little. Staring into her wine, her fingernail scraping against the gold engraving. She speaks in a manner as if she talks to herself. You ignore her, swallowing harshly. Cersei is bristling, you prepare yourself —- for the outburst.
Her wet hand reaches for your hair, waves of midnight brown. Her fingers fiddle with the tresses, coiling into a makeshift fist.
“Pretty little thing…” Cersei deadpans, her pink mouth purses. She tugs downward, causing you to wince. And without any hesitation, her back hand swacks your cheek, sending you to crash into the flooring.
That was Cersei at her gentlest.
Cersei stands from her tub, her tuft of hair in view, nose down at your pitiful state. Crumpled onto the floor, cheek swelling, wet moon eyes —- fragile and broken, just how Cersei likes it.
“My husband wasn’t so kind.” Cersei spits, “He didn’t grant me such mercy.” Cersei’s bare foot grazes against your belly, slightly pushing. Towering over you as if you were a mere worm.
The late king was a brute, harshly thrusting his drunken rage onto Cersei. His swollen belly crushed her, and to add salt to the wound, after violating her body, he would whisper Lyanna in her ear.
“Undress.” Cersei seethes.
Shakily, you untie your dress, one shoulder at a time. “If you dare lay with Jaime—- or with any man, I will cut that tongue out of your little head.” Cersei clicks her tongue, “But oh, that tongue of yours is too delicious. It would be a waste.”
You slip out of your dress, with only a simple white cotton undergarment. Cersei snags your cloth, tearing it to thin ripped shreds, ‘as so a man would’ , Cersei thinks.
Cersei kicks the cotton against the floor by her foot, as you stand shivering under her watchful gaze.
“Kneel.”
As you kneel onto the chilled flooring, Cersei waltz to the bedding, leaning onto her spine, her legs spreading as if she’s presenting a feast.
Crawling on all fours as a dog, head bowing, nose flaring to maintain a steady pace of breath. Closer and closer now, you can feel the heat from her thighs, a natural essence emits from her mound, damp and fresh with herbal water.
Cersei’s fingers sought through your hair, fondling your scalp; guiding you further into her.
Your nose goes against her pelvic bone, her blonde tuft of hair envelopes your entire mouth, tickling your skin. Cersei’s fingers interwoven with your curls, tugging against your scalp sharply now, tight at the roots.
You catch yourself voluntarily suckingly her clit into the cave of your mouth. Sloppily nibbling and licking her folds.
Suckling her mound, mouth latched onto her as if savoring a succulent fruit. Your nose pinned against her hair, all that can be heard is the echo of your tongue lapping. Cersei’s grip is woven tight, it feels like pricking needles against your skull.
Cersei hisses through her teeth, legs spreading wider, hips thrusting against your mouth. Completely at her mercy, her palms holding your head, struggling to breathe, as her cunt is spilt and soppy against your mouth.
Hair not as dark as Robert’s but thick as his once was in his youth, it stirs something in Cersei. As a pot boiling at the rim, she snaps.
“If I was born a son,” Cersei shouts, nearly at her peak, thrashing you off of her. Wiping your mouth by the back of your hand, it glistens with Cersei’s slick.
“Perhaps then, I would have my way with you, not in such a secret!” How dare Jaime try to sway you in his bed, although Cersei warms it herself.
“Fuck you on the hill of Casterly Rock!”
Cersei isn’t always this cruel. Sometimes, she can be kind, and gracious —- as much as she can. Find the humor and joys in her privileged life. When she isn’t drunk, when she can hold a conversation—- she is tolerable.
That Cersei is ‘sweet’ , and in those sparse moments, you can forget that you are merely a servant, and she is the Queen.
“On the bed.” Barking orders as if she is a commander on the battlefield. As you crawl onto the mattress on all fours, Cersei serves herself a handful of your ass, fingers digging.
A pregnant pause.
“Do you desire my brother?” Do you desire a man?
Your face wrinkles in a silent sob, shaking your head, “No, your grace.” Bowing your head down in-between your arms.
“Do you not find him attractive?” Cersei goads, her finger tracing between your cheeks. “No—” a whack against your backside, causing you to wince in pain.
“As children, many couldn’t tell Jaime and I apart.” Cersei says, as she relishes in the blooming heat of your ass. “We mirror each other in so many ways.”
Even both acquire the same appetites.
“You insult him, you insult me.”
“What do you most yearn for in this life?” Cersei asks, tracing your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“I have no ambitions.” You tiredly say. Sucking in your lips into your mouth, tasting your tears. Blindly blinking with damp lashes. Cersei ignores it, humming low in her throat.
“Every little girl has dreams,” Cersei goades, hovering over your spine, her mouth edging near the shell of your ear. In a warm whisper, “to seek for a prince to whisk them away. Surely I did. ” Her pink tongue slithers, and kitten licks your ear, the warmth jolting a shiver to your mound.
Cersei’s mouth trails down from your cheek, to the slope of your neck, leaving behind open kisses. Scraping the skin of your shoulder with her teeth, nipping here and there —- as if an animalistic urge to tear you apart has overtaken her.
“To be Lady of Casterly Rock, is that what you want?” Cersei says, sitting up again, smacking your back, she hums at your whence.
“I do not yearn for a title,” You wail, speaking through choked tears. “I serve only you.” Wrinkling the satin sheets, bunched between your fingers. Strands of hair cling to your tear stained cheeks.
Cersei plunges her fingers into your cunt, making you cry out. “Does this cunt serve me as well?” Tight walls sucking her fingers in, velvety cave explored.
Intrusive thoughts plague her mind. Images of Jaime crawling and ravishing your body; kissing, biting, and licking. It drives her mad—- with lust. She yearns for it to be three of you.
He is hers, and you are hers.
But what if you two convalude with each other? To leave her behind? To have a life together? An intimacy she has no space to shoulder herself in.
“You plot against me—” Cersei yells, her chin wobbles. Any inkling of logical reason is dwindling now. “Where do you go at night?” She interrogates, nose flaring.
“You slip through the walls, parade yourself for the guards?” She spoke through the cage of her teeth.
“I do not conspire against you, Cersei.” You shrivel, trying to inch further into the bed. “I do not want a life as such with Jaime, I desire to stay here …” you swallow a sob, “in the Red Keep with you.”
That is not enough.
You are Robert, and she wants to hurt you—- sex is electric, or it can be painful. She will fuck you as Robert —- this is what men do. Powerful men take what they want, this is what her father would do —- take, take, take, take ! Power, fear! Take all that she desires, take what she loves—
Love?
Affection isn’t a foreign concept to Cersei, but it isn’t something she gives freely. Only threads of herself can feel her love.
Cersei exhales deeply, trying to organize her thoughts.
Her eyes open blankly, one closes lazily after the other.
“I can see it now,” Her voice is hushed. “A Lannister wedding. Lavish as it can be. Gold it shall be.” Cersei’s head glances down, with an unhinged smile.
“I take Jaime as my husband, and you as my paramour.” Her head is swimming, the wine has sunk her even deeper. “Or perhaps, you as my bride. Oh —- how my father would throw a fit.” Cersei slurs and chuckles as a child.
“If only I was a man,” Cersei leans her body down, engulfing your body into hers. “We would live here, as a man would not be questioned on how many mistresses he possesses.” Her slender fingers creepily slip near your ass.
Guiding the slope of your under thigh between her legs, resting her cunt on your kneecap. The soft tuft of blond hair tickles your bare skin, grinding herself.
Soft wet slick sounds fill your ears, as her fingers grip and tug on the meat of your ass. Her hips are thrashing a bit more harsher now.
Her milky hands slither up the hill of your navel, cupping the weight of your under breast; twirling your brown nipple between her fingertips, twisting.
You hiss at the sting, as she relishes in your distress. Cersei bows her head into your chest, swallowing your breast into her mouth. Her tongue lapping at your nipple, her ivories nibbling and tugging harshly against the skin.
Violently suckling your tit, as you twitch and gasp; worried she might bite it off by the teeth. Despite the astringent offense upon your body, the wave of pleasure cascades you.
Skin breaks into bruises, as you twitch. Sensations of pain and pleasure blur, confusion and ecstasy. Without thought, your fingers caress Cersei’s hair.
Cersei’s mouth releases your breast with a wet pop. A tint of burgundy against the brown of your skin, a reddish ring encircling your nipple. Her puss leaves your knee.
The tip of Cersei’s tongue glides down the path of your belly, down to your navel, to finally your pubic bone. Her warm breaths tickle you.
Raspy moans escape from Cersei, as she slowly licks your mound. Plump, and soft. Flickering with her pink tongue, teasing you.
Her green eyes watch you, as her tongue slips through your folds, tasting you. Delving deep, to your puckering hole. Fucking you with her tongue, no matter how much you fight yourself, the sensation of her mouth on you always sends sparks.
Wetness echoes, as her cheeks puff up against your mound. You move your hips down, fucking yourself on Cersei’s mouth. Slamming your hand against your bedding, gripping the sheets between your roving fingers, as undignified grunts leave your lips.
Cersei admires your heaving bare breasts.
The lioness is selfish—- her mouth leaves you. You whine, stiffly leaning back. Her mouth is damp with your essence. With a harsh slap on your cunt, and another. Cersei finds her enjoyment in your misery, as you mutter for more.
“Pathetic little mercies.” She taunts you.
Silently, Cersei kneels once more, twirling her legs. Lifting your knee upward, over her shoulder, along with your other leg underneath her.
Both of your puss connect, dripping with want. Panting, and sweating, only grunts are in conversation. Your hair is messy, damp baby hairs cling to your forehead.
Cersei’s milky fingers hold the flesh of your thigh, as she rides your cunt with hers. Spilt wet clits, dancing together. Electric sensation that pulls the silky moans from you, as Cersei rides you fast.
Your fingers daringly hold her jiggling ass, fondling her asshole. Toying with it. Cersei squeals at the intrusive touch. A primal surge takes hold of you, placing your fingers into the cave of your mouth, soaking in your saliva.
Your hand cups Cersei between her ass, fiddling the bridge between her asshole to her gaping pussy hole. Her head falls back, as you plunge your fingers inside of cunt.
Her golden hair is loose and disarrayed. Cascading down her face, a lion reduced to a whimpering kitten. Your leg twitches against her chest, Cersei bites at your calf dully.
Your toes curl and flex, as the pit of your belly is unfurling. A choppy high-pitched moan spews from you, your head digging back into the pillows.
Cersei shrills a yes , as her climax reaches itself to the heavens. Bruising your thigh under her fingers. Cumming together, Cersei grinds herself onto you, connecting together, with no space of separation.
Clits throbbing against each other, stinging pleasure. Riding your highs, gently thrashing her clit against yours, earning airy moans. The tuft of her pubic hair against yours fuels the sensation.
Cersei moans delightfully, satisfied with herself. Her body towers over yours, crawling into your heaving arms; not caring of the dewy sheen of sweat that covers your body.
Legs interlocking together, as she pulls you into her arms fully. Turning herself onto her side, her knuckles stroking your hip.
These are the sparse moments you enjoy with Cersei. When she is human, when she relishes in touch, rather than harshness.
“Jaime should not be burdened with duties of the King’s Guard.” Cersei whispers. “He needs a bride. Father is aging, and one day, Castlery Rock will be in need of a lord.” She is mumbling now, mostly to herself.
“That disease of my little brother will defile us with his whores.” Hate spills from her naturally, as it always does.
Her voice trails into silence, her fingers snagging onto your flesh, pulling you closer to her.
Sleep takes Cersei, sinking into the mattress. Paralyzed in her hold until slumber overtook you as well.
The morning sun shone through the windows, baring its light onto your eyes. Rubbing your eyes by the heels of your palms, sinking deeper into the blanket furs.
The hinges of the chamber doors creak, jolting you further into reality, eyes heavily leaning to shut closed. Clicks of heels follow, and a hum.
“It seems the morrow has escaped us.” Her voice is light, cheery even. Not an inch of maligne in her infliction. It’s eerie how the mask can slip on and off—- a performance.
Cersei leans, invading your space, seating upon the mattress. Her eyes lower, and darken. How easily eerie her charm and spite can transmute to one entity.
“If I were to find you in the arms of another,” Cersei says, her voice on edge, taking one step closer, her lips stretch into a gritted wolfish grin. “I will gladly brand your cunt with the sigil of my house.” Her green eyes unflinching, her lips smirking devilishly.
Silence prevails, your hair cascaded against your face. Barely hiding your shame, you subtly nod; submitting to her demanding presence.
Cersei smirks, “Good.” The lioness prowls around her chambers, licking your blood off her paws. A victorious slaughter, a fragile doe locked in her cave, with broken limbs—- and a broken spirit.
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Peace and quiet.
You inhale a deep breath, as it floods your cavity. Solitude has finally granted itself upon you, away from the yaws of the lioness.
Flexed fingers stroke against the wall, basking in the brisk air. The balcony’s view is marvelous. Unclipping your cleavage, so the breeze can grace your breasts, and sweep against your scalp.
Cersei had taken her leave for a meeting with the king’s council. And surely, no mere maid is allowed in such a space.
Away from her suffocating touch, you can relax in your own skin. A thought comes to you, there are a handful of empty rooms to explore. Your feet carry you down the corridors.
Without thought, searching for an empty chamber, you find one. With the tug of the knobs, you walk freely inside—- only to be greeted with whisking reddish hair.
A gasp catches itself in your mouth, holding your stomach, kneeling legs curtsying in respect.
“Lady Sansa.” You bow your head dutifully. “A thousand apologies, I didn’t intend to intrude.” As your feet backpedal to the entrance, a soft whisper calls.
“Please stay.”
And just like that, her sweet child voice sweeps you.
“Oh, little wolf.” You pinch the fabric of your dress, lifting as you walk with haste. The instinct to hold Sansa over took you. Sitting on her mattress, engulfing her in your arms, quickly her red hair melts against the sapphire threading of your dress.
Sansa’s head is tucked in the crook of your shoulder. Quietly sobbing, her delicate fingers grip against the base of your back, as would a cub cling to its mother’s teat.
Caressing her hair, you shush her softly, rocking her back and forth. “I’m scared.” Sansa’s words are muffled, vibrating against you. “I want to go home.” She wails, mewling.
“My sweet girl, how I long for you to be safe.” You whisper, “I’m so sorry for what has happened.” You kiss her head, muttering apologies into her hair, hoping your kindness weaves itself into her hair, and stays for a rest.
The morrow stretches into noon, as you watch over Sansa. Comforting her in placid silence, brushing her hair. Humming a melody, as your fingers thread intricate braids within her auburn flaming hair.
This feels like home again.
Outside of these walls, both are prisoners within a castle. But here, in this moment, is a woman, and a child. Reliving memories past, as a mother, and as a daughter—- through each other.
To heal these wounds, as mother and daughter.
Just for a moment.
#chaosfae writes#yandere cersei lannister x reader#wlw#yandere game of thrones#a longish drabble#I got ahead of myself though#can this even be considered a drabble anymore???😭#this is not drabble anymore💀#I just kept adding and adding omg#enjoy!<3
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What if Lynx was with a fem harpy!reader and he found out she had taken in a lone egg? Kinda wanna see his reaction to that...
『Featuring your yandere Harpy getting rid of unwanted competition』
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Cw: Territorial Lynx, HEAVY angst, violence, gore, no adopting eggs for you since it’s gotta be his baby chick and his alone.
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The famous pop star is always so attentive when it comes to his mates needs. He’ll shower you in expensive gifts and luxury items to show his affection. And preens in delight at seeing how you hoarded said presents within your precious nest.
But one day while perching upon your resting spot he saw an egg. An egg that wasn’t his nor yours laying upon your silken covered nest. And the harpy’s plumage spiked up in an alarming manner, his eyes dialated with a snarl breaking from his lips. Bristling as he stalked towards the innocent hatchling that’s yet to be introduced into the world.
Lynx’s instincts are going haywire since this could only mean that you’ve adopted this lonesome orphan. But that can’t be right, if you wanted eggs he could’ve easily made it so you could pop out a whole batch from his heartfelt efforts alone. Maybe you were too shy to ask which is why you had this parasite invading your, his home with you in the first place.
Well no matter, it’s no use to dwell on it since the infestation will be gone out of sight and out of mind. Raising his sharp talons he stared down at the egg for a moment. An empty emotionless expression crossing his otherwise bright features.
“Sorry buddy but there’s no room for you and my chicks to coexist. Blame your mother who’ve abandoned you for this”
Before abruptly curbstomping it indefinitely ending the hatchlings life prematurely. Hearing the egg crack and crumble alongside the squishy feeling of the stillborn vermin crush in between his taloned feet.
This has to be done, for all you know it could’ve been a cuckoo egg. So he was doing you a favor saving you from being taken for granted. And you were his mate, so you shouldn’t even have been showing away another egg that’s not his.
But being the generous person he was he’ll forgive you. After all you’re his precious muse.
#Lynx the harpy#yandere harpy#yandere male x reader#male yandere#yandere male#yandere x female reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yanderecore#yandere concept#yandere cw#yandere content#yandere blurb#yandere blog#yandere monster#angst#heavy angst#yandere angst#toxic relationship#Lynx angst
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Red-teaming the SCOTUS code of conduct
Tomorrow (November 18) at 1PM, I'll be in Concord, NH at Gibson's Books, presenting my new novel The Lost Cause, a preapocalyptic tale of hope in the climate emergency.
On Monday (November 20), I'm at the Simsbury, CT Public Library at 7PM
Last April, Propublica's Joshua Kaplan, Justin Elliott and Alex Mierjeski dropped a bombshell: Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas had been showered in high-ticket "gifts" by billionaire ideologue Harlan Crow, who subsequently benefited from Thomas's rulings in the court:
https://www.propublica.org/article/clarence-thomas-scotus-undisclosed-luxury-travel-gifts-crow
This was just the beginning: in the coming days and weeks, more and more of Thomas's corruption came to light, everything from the fact that his mother's home had been bought by Crow, to the fact that Thomas's adoptive son went to a fancy private school on Crow's dime:
https://www.propublica.org/article/clarence-thomas-harlan-crow-private-school-tuition-scotus
The news was explosive and not merely because of the corruption it revealed in the country's highest court. The credibility of the court itself was at its lowest ebb in living memory, thanks to the two judges who occupied stolen seats – Kavanaugh and Coney Barrett. One of those judges – Kavanaugh – is a credibly accused rapist. Thomas is also a credibly accused sexual abuser:
https://www.politico.com/news/magazine/2021/10/01/30-years-after-her-testimony-anita-hill-still-wants-something-from-joe-biden-514884
Then, this illegitimate court went on to deliver a string of upsets to long-settled law, culminating in the Dobbs decision, which triggered state laws that force small children to bear their rapists' babies:
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/06/09/health/abortion-bans-rape-incest.html
That was the context for the Thomas bribery scandal, which was swiftly joined by another bribery scandal, involving Samuel Alito's improper acceptance of valuable gifts from Paul Singer, another billionaire who brought business before the court:
https://www.propublica.org/article/samuel-alito-luxury-fishing-trip-paul-singer-scotus-supreme-court
This string of scandals and outrages naturally prompted public curiosity about the Supreme Court's ethical standards, and that triggered fresh waves of incredulous outrage when we all found out that the Supreme Court doesn't have any:
https://www.poynter.org/fact-checking/2023/why-doesnt-the-supreme-court-have-a-formal-code-of-ethics/
When Congress made tentative noises about providing minor checks and balances on the court, the justices erupted in outrage, telling Congress to go fuck itself:
https://int.nyt.com/data/documenttools/supreme-court-ethics-durbin/cf67ef8450ea024d/full.pdf
Chief Justice Roberts went on whatever the opposite of a charm-offensive is called (an "offense offensive?"), a media tour whose key message to the American people was "STFU, you're hurting our feelings":
https://news.bloomberglaw.com/us-law-week/roberts-defends-high-court-against-attacks-on-its-legitimacy
To the shock of no one except billionaires and Supreme Court justices inhabiting the splendid isolation from societal norms that is the privilege of life tenure, America didn't like this. The Supreme Court's credibility plummeted. A large supermajority of Americans – 79%! – now support age limits for Supreme Court justices:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/18/the-people-no/#tell-ya-what-i-want-what-i-really-really-want
Support for packing the Supreme Court is at an historic high and gaining ground, now sitting neck-and-neck with opposition at 46% in favor/51% opposed. Among under-30s, there's a healthy majority (58%) in favor of appointing more SCOTUS justices.
As Roberts' wounded bleats reveal, SCOTUS is very sensitive to its plummeting legitimacy. After all, the court doesn't have an army, nor does it have a police force. Supreme Court rulings only matter to the extent that the American people accept them as legitimate and obey them. Transformational presidents like Lincoln and FDR have waged successful wars against the Supreme Court, sidelining its authority and turning it into an unimportant rump institution for years afterward:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/26/mint-the-coin-etc-etc/#blitz-em
Now the Supremes are working their way through the (mythological but convenient) five stages of grief. Having passed through Denial and Anger, they've arrived at Bargaining, with the publication of the court's first "code" "of" "conduct":
https://www.supremecourt.gov/about/Code-of-Conduct-for-Justices_November_13_2023.pdf
It's…not good. As Max Moran writes for The American Prospect and The Revolving Door Project, the proposed code amounts to "security theater," a set of trivially bypassed strictures that would not have prevented any of the scandals to date and will permit far worse in the years to come:
https://prospect.org/justice/2023-11-17-supreme-court-objectivity-theater/
The security framing is a very useful tool for evaluating the Supremes' proposal. The purpose of a code of conduct isn't merely to prevent people from accidentally misstepping – it's to prevent malicious parties from corrupting the judicial process. To evaluate the code, we should red team it: imagine what harms a corrupt judge or a corrupting billionaire would be able to effect while staying within the bounds the code sets.
Seen in that light, the code is wildly defective and absolutely not fit for purpose. Its most glaring defect is found in the nature of its edicts – they are almost all optional. The word "should" appears 53 times in the document, while "must" appears just six times:
https://ballsandstrikes.org/ethics-accountability/supreme-court-code-of-conduct-hilariously-fake/
Of those six "musts," two are not pertinent to ethical questions (they pertain to the requirement for a justice to get prior approval before getting paid for teaching gigs).
When the code of conduct was rolled out, the court and its apologists pointed out that it was modeled on the ethical guidelines that bind lower courts. In the wake of the Thomas revelations, these guidelines were a useful benchmark to measure Thomas's conduct against. The fact that other federal judges would have been severely sanctioned or even fired if they had engaged in the same conduct as Thomas was a powerful argument that Thomas had overstepped the bounds of ethical conduct.
But as Bloomberg Law discovered when they compared the lower courts' codes to the Supremes' draft, the Supremes have gone through those lower court codes and systematically cut nearly every mention of "enforce" from their own draft. They also cut the requirement to "take appropriate action" if a violation is reported.
If you are a bad judge or a bad donor, all of this is good news. Nearly everything that it condemns is merely optional, which means that if a judge can be convinced to ignore a rule, they won't have violated the code. What's more, even widespread rulebreaking doesn't trigger an investigation. That's a very weak security measure indeed.
But it gets worse. The Supremes' code also omit key definitions found in the codes that bind the lower courts. The most important definition to be cut is for "political organization," which the lower courts define expansively as both parties and "entit[ies] whose principal purpose is to advocate for or against political candidates or parties." That definition captures "nonprofits, think tanks, lobbying firms, trade associations, grassroots groups" – the whole panoply of organizations whom federal judges must maintain an arm's length distance from in order to preserve their objectivity. Federal judges may not lead, speak at or donate to these organizations.
By omitting this definition, the Supremes open the door to involvement with precisely the kinds of PACs, thinktanks and other influence organizations funded by the billionaires who have benefited so handsomely from the judges' rulings.
What's more, the Supremes carve out an explicit exemption for speaking to "nonprofits, think tanks, lobbying firms, trade associations, grassroots groups," and to serving as a director, trustee or officer of "a nonprofit organization devoted to the law, the legal system, or the administration of justice and may assist such an organization in the management and investment of funds."
As Moran points out, this exemption would cover – among other institutions – the far-right Federalist Society, which satisfies all those criteria. That means a Supreme Court justice could sit on the board and raise funds for the FedSoc without raising any issues with this code – not even one of those squishy "shoulds." Nothing in this code would stop Clarence Thomas or Thomas Alito from accepting lavish gifts, private jet rides, or luxury tour buses from billionaires with business before the court:
https://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/justice-thomas-267000-loan-rv-forgiven-senate-democrats-104303972
As Moran writes, these definitional vacuums are a well-understood class of weaknesses in ethics codes. Congress gets a lot of mileage out of this ruse – for example, by narrowly defining "lobbying" to exclude things that most people understand that term to mean, Congress engage in improperly close relations with lobbyists while still maintaining that they hardly ever talk to a lobbyist at all:
https://www.politico.eu/article/jeff-hauser-opinion-watergate-european-union-qatargate/
The same ruse goes for campaign contributions – if you want to accept a lot of campaign contributions that would fall afoul of ethics rules, just narrow the definition of "campaign contribution" until all the money you're receiving no longer qualifies.
Moran closes by calling on Congress to formulate a real, meaningful code of conduct for the Supremes, one that orders Supreme Court judges not to accept corrupting gifts and to maintain the arm's length neutrality that the rest of the federal judiciary is required to keep. Rather than this new code of conduct constituting proof that SCOTUS can be its own oversight, its gross deficiencies should put to rest any question about whether the Supremes can be trusted to regulate themselves.
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/17/red-team-black-robes/#security-theater
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Prince Naveen
Shower you with luxury gifts
He tries to cook for you with no assistance. Poor baby burned all the pots and pan.
He buys you land enough to build a house and for you to have a garden. From your guys' first kiss, he was already planning a future with you.
He gets along with your pet frogs. You're kinda jealous because the frogs seem to favor him more.
Hold on to you when he scared from a lame jump scared in a horror movie
He love doing couple stuff with you like getting matching tattoos or staying up a night to see all the star.
Catch and release firefly
Pour you a cup of wine and then Massage your feet from a hard day of working
Sing and play jazz for you
Write you a poem for every anniversary
Enjoy listening to your day
You don't have to be a princess to be treated like one
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Dalton Academy - Prideful Son (Final)
"Trip, what kind of deal did you make with the old man? Things are weird here man." - Vincent Carmichael was sitting in the leather armchair of the luxurious apartment that came with the position of Dalton's headmaster. He had just gotten out of the shower and poured himself a generous dose of Scotch. But not even the velvety taste calmed him down because he knew that something very unusual was happening. He had led Dalton for many years and had handled the transition of several boys, many of whom had been powerful sources. None of them, however, had done what Jaime Sanchez had done. He himself had been a source although as always happened after the sealing of the contract little of that previous life had been preserved. Precisely because of this he knew that something was not happening as usual. Nothing in that situation went as expected from the beginning, so Trip Hartfield needed to clarify some things.
"Vince, you need to calm down, what the boy may think he knows is certainly not enough to change his destiny. What happened in that room is between me and my ancestor. Dalton never made a mistake, it won't be now that he starts." - Was the answer coming from the phone speaker.
"He manipulated me Trip, do you have any idea how dangerous it can be for someone who thinks like one of us to not be linked to us but working against us? And there's still the matter of Leonardo Reis, he came here for a contract at the request of Flip Thompson and I had assigned the Bear Club boys to deal with him..."
"I asked Flip to take Reis. He was one of the sources of my group and he agreed to do me this favor."
"What? Why? And why didn't you inform me?"
"Because it's part of the deal I made with the old man. He gave me a list of names of interest. Reis' name was separate from the others, not even Chad knows he was on that list . But he is as important as the others."
"What kind of game is the old man playing, Trip?"
"I don't know Vince, but we need to trust him."
…..
The boy was very good at understanding when something was wrong and that day he had the feeling that something very wrong was about to happen. The winter had been merciless, they had little food and the fight for their territory in that land had been incessant. The warriors are few and the mouths to feed are many. In that situation a seven-year-old blind boy was a burden that few were willing to carry. Of course he didn't understand all of that rationally, but instinctively he knew something was coming. His mother had been tearful all morning and his father, who never paid him much attention had hugged him tightly. Ulf knew they were both heavily criticized for letting him live, but they were in a new land and had lost so many on the journey there that sacrificing the first baby born in that place seemed like a bad omen. And when the boy started to grow it became clear that despite his visual impairment he had something different, a connection with the gods themselves and because of that they let him live. But in that winter morning that connection was the cause of his doom. While he was playing with the puppies that were his main companion the men from the village came and took him away.
The journey took a few minutes and the entire time he felt his father's hand guiding him. At times he seemed to tremble, but Ulf knew that must have been a figment of his imagination. When they finally stopped he heard his father comment.
"So much blood spilled because of this place and now this."
"They are tireless and in much greater numbers than us, Njal, and they know this land like no one else. If we want to survive we will need the help of the gods, otherwise we won't make it to summer."
"I know Gorm and I'm here, aren't I? About to sacrifice what is most precious to me, Thyra hasn't conceived again in all the years since Ulf was born."
"Then ask the father of all that this blessing be granted to you and your wife. But don't try to stop what will happen. He always belonged to the gods and Odin himself came to me in a dream asking for the boy."
"I know, so let's get this over with. Ulf, boy I need you to be brave like a warrior should be. Soon you will meet with the father of the world and I need you to ask him to intercede, to help us give what is necessary to survive on this earth. Until then I need you to lie still." - Said his father, placing him on a hard surface. Where he lay waiting as he was ordered until he felt a searing pain in his chest and felt the life drain away along with the blood coming from the wound.
When the boy thought it was all over he heard a strong and serious voice as one would expect from a king.
"Open your eyes boy."
He opened his eyes and for the first time he actually saw and before him was the father of all, Odin himself smiling at him and he was also blind in one eye. On each of his shoulders was a crow perched.
"Very good Ulf, you behaved like a true warrior. Now your real work begins.
....
The situation at Hartfield Manor could be described as weird if one weren't making a huge understatement. Jaime and Leonardo had woken up and it was up to Mike Jones to deal with it while Chad made desperate phone calls to his father, Carmichael and the other Crows. Sanchez's transformation seemed to confirm that the work was done, but what had happened to Reis put everything in doubt. The fact that they acted as if nothing had happened and had always been that way should put an end to that doubt, but how could they be sure? Until Chad talked to his father and Carmichael they couldn't be sure and Mike knew that as he stared at what should be the final version of Jaime Sanchez, the seal of their contract. And that he spoke to him as if they were friends. He knew that this was how it should be, but then why didn't he feel it?
"... with you and Chad in basketball, Eddie on the mats and if the twins accept to join you will also have two talents in football. I think the Crows have a great chance in the competition between the clubs. And if you accept him, Leo has a great talent in soccer, although his size may not seem like it. In Brazil they called him Hulk, which is also the nickname of a famous player there. I feel useless for not having anything exceptional to contribute. Unless my latino sex appeal counts for something. - Said Jaime smiling.
"Get real Jay. You look like a pimp selling us." - Interrupted Leonardo Reis.
"Well, the Crows value ambition, don't they? And Carmichael himself said we could apply to join."
"The decision of who enters or not is made together Jaime, but the final approval depends on the president." - Still uncomfortable with the situation.
"So I'm going to have to suck up to Chad? Nothing new under the sun for him. By the way, where is he?"
Chad was at that moment sitting on the balcony of the second floor of the family mansion, on a call with his father. The same feeling of uneasy that Mike felt dominated him.
"Dad, with the others it seemed right, we fit in well. Just the way you said it would be. Sanchez however... It's just that he looks and behaves the way he should be, but there's something that bothers me. And there's still the question of Reis.... What do you mean? And why couldn't I have known this before? ... I understand, but it would have saved me a lot of anguish. But what should we do now? .... Yes, maybe when he formally entering the club we will feel as we should. Until then I will do as you say and try to get to know him better and see if we fit in. At the same time I will look for anomalies. I will also talk to Carmichael in person.... Yes, I'll keep you informed. I'm going to hang up now, the other guys are arriving... thank you dad, it's very important for me to know that you're proud of me. - Chad said, finishing the call and observing the four others arrive in Eddie's car. If their integration with the twins was also strange, he would have a problem that he might not know how to solve.
….
They were dead, all of them. His father's children's children had perished and the colony was no more. Over the past few decades Ulf had learned to channel the power of the father of all into those who came to him, boys becoming warriors under their combined power. But what was a source of hope for his people in that land became a source of fear for the natives. The gigantic and brutal warriors born there were feared and hated with such intensity that a union between the different nations was made with the sole objective of eradicating them. Ulf used all the power that he was born with and that he had received through the countless sacrifices made in the name of the father of all through him and it was still insufficient. The losses for the natives were massive, but Ulf's people were completely decimated. They spared only the small children and took them out of his reach.
The God also left, without worshipers he would not survive in that place, but Ulf was trapped there, he was born there, he died there and was reborn there. His destiny was linked to that land and so was he. The father of all left leaving two little crows as company for the companion who had helped him so much. And so Ulf waited, years became decades, decades became centuries and legends about the place spread among the local population. He was already in a state of dormancy when fate smiled at him again. And smiling was what he did.
….
"I propose a little drinking game to see if you have what it takes to take become members. - Eddie said smiling to Leonardo and Jaime.
"So these are the high standards required to join the Crow Club? To be able to drink as much as the old members?" - Jaime replied.
"I wouldn't say just that, but we can discuss some other tests later. Alone." - J.B. replied, eating Jaime with his eyes.
"Be careful Sanchez. Roberts is insatiable.- Commented Jacob Miller. - I have experience and I can confirm."
"If I were you, I wouldn't doubt my boy Jay's capabilities." - Leonardo replied smiling.
"Okay, another thing. We have three Jays around here and this isn't going to work, we need to get organized." - Commented J.B. - I'm J.B. and I was the first to arrive so I'm not going to change."
"I'd really like to know why you have that nickname, Roberts." - Said Leonardo.
"It's a diminutive of Johnny Boy, Eddie started calling him that and we ended up adopting it." - Chad replied next to Mike.
"Well, then if that's a nickname of a nickname maybe he should change it." - Leo replied.
"Fortunately I arrived earlier and have primacy, while Jaime here hasn't even joined the club yet." - J.B. responded with a smirk.
"Hey, I didn't even say anything. Stop picking on J.B. Leo." - Jaime intervened.
"You can call me Jake and that's fine." - Said Jake Miller
"Leonardo is easy, we just call him Leo. Which brings us back to you Jaime. We can't have someone without a nickname between brothers." - J.B. continued, being interrupted again by Leo.
"I didn't say you could call me Leo."
"Dude, stop teasing, that's already your fucking nickname, come on!" Jaime intervened again before addressing J.B. - So, any suggestions?"
"Jaime Sanches... J.S. no, it doesn't sound..."
"That's not his full name. - Chad commented while sipping his bourbon, the arrogant expression back on his face. - Our dear colleague is Jaime Caetano Sanchez."
"So we're talking about a J.C. - said Greg, sitting side by side with Jake"
"Better than J.S. but there's still something missing." - replied J.B.
"J.C. um... how about Jace?" Jake said thoughtfully. "I can already imagine the repercussion of the posts. Jace and Jake. The contrast between the skin tones will draw a lot of attention. Apart from the fact that we're both hot." "
"If that's what you're looking for, Jake, maybe Mike would be a better option. But hey, Jace is a good nickname." - J.B. replied.
"Ah, don't worry, he won't escape, in fact none of you will. You are all an excellent source of followers." - Jake said smiling and making all the Crows look in Jaime's direction at the mention of the word source. But he didn't show any reaction to that.
"Well, if you want me to be Jace, so be it. So how is this game going to work?"
"That's easy, we ask, you answer, everyone drinks." - Eddie replied.
"What's the point of that if everyone's going to drink?" - Leo asked.
"Exactly." - Eddie replied, smiling and filling several glasses of tequila.
….
Ulf watched the two native boys approach his territory. The clearing had shrunk a lot over the years, nothing was left of the old village except some broken utensils long forgotten. It was precisely the boys messing with the rusty trinkets that had once belonged to Ulf's people that woke him up. He approached the edge of his territory and waited for the boys to approach.
"Kitchi, we shouldn't go further, it's dangerous. The elders..."
"I had no idea you were a coward Keme."
"I'm not a coward! Take it back brother!"
"I'll take it back if you accompany me to the clearing and prove me wrong."
"Fine, but if the elders find out we did this..."
"They'll only know if you talk. Let's go"
Ulf followed the interaction between the brothers with interest. They didn't speak his language but that wouldn't be a problem. He waited until the boys were in the middle of his clearing before appearing.
"Hello, I'm Ulf" - He said smiling and scaring the two boys who immediately got into a fighting position.
"Get away from us evil spirit." - Said the one called Keme. While his brother Kitchi relaxed.
"Brother is just a little boy, one of the invaders."
"He's too far from the cities to be one of them."
Invaders? And cities? Had his people returned? If that were the case, the God could have returned with them and Ulf would no longer be alone.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I've been alone for a long time. I just want to talk. Tell me about these invaders."
"Get away. We shouldn't have come here. Let's go Kitchi. - Keme said pulling his brother. Ulf could have stopped them, in that place his power was absolute although it was a pale shadow of what it once was. But he noticed something about that one called Kitchi, there was the same kind of power in him that Ulf himself had possessed before the God. And the boy had felt that connection between them. So Ulf let them go knowing that the one he was interested in would return.
There was no need to wait long. Within a few days, barely a blink of an eye for Ulf, the boy was back.
"What are you?" - He asked from the edge of the clearing.
"Come here and I'll tell you."
"I'm not stupid if I go in there you'll kill me or worse."
"If so, why didn't I do it when I had the chance?"
"I don't know, but I don't trust what you say."
"It's okay to stay where you are, I won't force you to come in. One day you'll choose to come in on your own."
"I will never do that, spirit"
"We'll see" - Ulf replied smiling as if he were the most innocent being in the world.
….
"Sexual orientation?" - J.B. asked, holding the glass of tequila in his hand.
"Straight." - Leo replied.
"Boring as expected, Reis." - Replied J.B.
"Open to experimentation." - Jaime replied with a smile.
"That's what I'm talking about! Drink!" - shouted J.B. happily before chugging the entire shot in his mouth, followed by the rest of the boys. The question game combined with alcohol had helped them all to integrate, there were still fights here and there, but that was expected given the fact that they were not clones of each other and each should have their own personality. Almost all of the Crows seemed to have accepted that Jaime, or rather Jace, was fully integrated and that Leo had come to them as a bonus. But both Mike and Chad, who were in fact the most similar among them, still didn't completely accept that as true.
"Favorite sexual position?" - Greg asked. But before the colleagues could respond, Chad interrupted them.
"Put your glasses away and try to keep a slightly convincing face, gentlemen, we have visitors. Carmichael is coming here."
"Why would the headmaster come to your private home Chad?" - Leonardo asked.
"Because you idiots made such a fuss that the neighbors complained to him."
"You speak as if you haven't done the same."
"I beg your pardon. Chad Hartfield would never do something unworthy like a fuss. - Jaime said in a mocking tone. Making everyone, even Mike, burst out laughing.
"I'm serious, glasses in the kitchen now. - Chad scolded, but without being able to completely hide a smile as he watched with satisfaction that bunch of gigantic grown men carry out his orders, with a feeling that it was too good to be true. And that was precisely the problem, that uneasy feeling didn't go away.
"Either he really is one of us or he is a great manipulator which in a way makes him one of us." Mike commented next to him.
"I asked Carmichael to observe him. He is the alive person with the most experience on the subject. But I agree with you, I saw my father with his group my whole life. Or at least I have memories of it. - Chad corrected himself before saying continue - And the truth is that when they are together it's like watching a machine in action, the gears fitting together perfectly. It seems like one knows what the other is going to say or do before the other has even finished thinking about it. That's the kind of thing I expected here. The morning was amazing and I liked them both, we needed someone to slow down J.B. when necessary and Leo does that perfectly and as for Jaime, I mean Jace, he's the most similar to you and me out of everyone, It's like he's a third part that we're missing, Mike, and we don't even know it. I really want to believe him. But there's still something forced, don't you feel that too? I can't even call him by his nickname without feeling my tongue curl as if I wasn't saying something true.
"I know man, I have the same feeling, I want it to be true I feel like it should be true but at the same time it's not... let's wait for Carmichael and see if he sheds any light."
While the two were having that conversation, two others were talking in the backyard of the house in whispers so that they would not be heard by anyone inside.
"You think they suspect something, man?"
"Despite all the bro talk they are tremendously intelligent Leo, I believe we did a good job and that they should at least be willing to believe in us. And that will have to be enough."
"What a mess you've gotten me into, Sanchez."
"I didn't mean to, Leo. But I won't lie and say I'm not grateful to have an ally."
"So what do we do now?"
"We'll wait until we get back to Dalton. You'll have to find a way to get rid of his bones. I'm sure they're behind that red door in their headquarters."
"And you?"
"I'll take the hardest part. Find a way to get us there."
….
Kitchi was waiting for him at the edge of the clearing, always avoiding putting himself within range of Ulf's power. But it had been a long time since the boy who wasn't a boy decided he wouldn't do anything to the boy. Because he had learned to like the other boy. He was brave and fierce in the way Ulf had been taught by his people and his God to admire. And through him Ulf discovered what was happening in the world outside his clearing. That was how he discovered that the invaders Kitchi had spoken of the day they met were not Ulf's people or if they were they were very changed, they did not have the same gods or the same customs and did not seek the glory of death in battle. Strange as it was, Ulf had learned to respect and like a member of the people who had decimated his own people and made the God leave. Also he hated to think that these new invaders with their strange customs could be what his people across the sea had become.
"What news do you bring from the world beyond brave warrior?" - He asked smiling. But without getting a smile in response.
"I came to say goodbye Ulf. My people go to war against the invaders. They never found out that I came here. I broke traditions for too long and even though I see that they are mistaken about you now I am a man and I don't I can act like a boy anymore. Goodbye, spirit."
"Kitchi wait..." - But the boy didn't listen to him and left while Ulf resigned himself to returning to the helpless existence he had known over the past few centuries as he had known would happen someday, but had hoped it would not be so soon. Kitchi's few occasional visits had been a relief from the centuries of solitude. So much so that when he felt the boy approach his domain after just a few days he felt a sense of relief that in his entire long existence he had not known he would be capable of feeling.
"I thought you wouldn't see me again, great warrior." - He spoke in a mocking tone towards the approaching figure. Only to have another surprise. Kitchi crawled towards him, injured in so many places that he didn't know how the boy had survived. - Boy, come to me, let's go. You can do it, just a little longer. - He said encouraging the boy, who little by little crawled towards him, only to fall to the ground a short distance from his territory. And when everything seemed lost, contact was made when the boy managed to enter into the clearing. And Ulf set to work, using what little power he hadto heal the boy until he could speak again.
"They're dead Ulf, all of them, my father, my brother... there's nothing left, there's no one left."
Ulf felt it as if he were experiencing the death of his own people again. Which was curious since it was the people of Kitchi who had caused that to them, not that the boy had any responsibility for what happened.
"I want…. I need..."
"What?" - Ulf asked, knowing exactly what the request would be.
"Give me. Your blessing. The one you gave to the warriors of your people."
"What good would it do you now, if your people no longer exist?"
"It's good for me to take as many of them as I can, it's good for me to be reunited with my people knowing I did what I could to bring them justice."
"I can do what you ask of me but the source will be you, and you will be different, more like the men of my people than yours. You will become what your ancestors gave their lives for detain. It may be that when your time comes you will not have a place among them."
"I don't care. The men who killed my ancestors are dead, the men who decimated my family are still breathing and I want to be the one to take their last breath."
"I can't deny you that, it's my mission, the reason for my existence. But I'm going to miss who you are."
"Just do it, spirit!"
And Ulf did. Between the screams of pain and despair he felt the boy he knew change before him. Ferocity exacerbated to the limit of cruelty, cleverness becoming malice, a mind modified with a sole purpose of revenge and decimation and a perfect body for that. Gigantic arms ending in hands powerful enough to crush skulls. A massive torso capable of withstanding the most powerful blows and legs strong enough to carry all of that.
It was done and Ulf for the first time since he had been given that fate was unhappy about doing the work assigned to him. The monster in the form of a man that he had created turned his back on him without even saying a word and he did nothing to stop him even though he knew the fate that awaited him, just as he knew his own fate. He was destined to fade into oblivion or continue to create monsters like that. For the first time in all those centuries, oblivion seemed to be the best option.
…
"I can't answer you. Both he and Reis seem quite integrated to me, but the whole situation is atypical. The contract that your father made... well, what's done is done. Who knows, maybe things will work out after the initiation ceremony, with the old members here in Dalton." - Carmichael said to Chad in front of the entrance porch of Hartfield Manor.
"I thought the ceremony was just symbolic, that the act of acceptance and the transformation itself were what validated the contract."
"Usually yes, but as I told you, everything about this particular contract is unusual. You ended up with one more member than expected. Two in fact, if you count the fact that Gregory Miller was a side effect. Extremely unusual . I don't even know how to explain what happened to Reis. And unless Dalton himself does it..."
"So what should I do?"
"Keep an eye on him, on both of them. Maybe they'll reveal themselves if they're pretending or maybe Dalton himself has some more surprises in store for us. Now let's all go back to school and wait." - Director Carmichael concluded as he headed to his car, leaving behind a thoughtful Chad.
...
"Knock, Knock" - J.B. said in a jovial and cheerful voice at the door of Jaime's bedroom.
Jaime himself, upon hearing that, smiled. He had managed to get rid of Greg so he could have the place to himself and his target. Practically naked with his muscular, tanned body on display and a bright smile on his face, he opened the door.
"Jace, you pervert trying to seduce me?" said J.B., admiring him with hungry eyes.
"Please, as if you need convincing to do anything." - Jaime replied with a smile, slowly approaching his colleague's face, until their lips were about to touch.
"Sanchez you are playing with fire."
"I'm not afraid of getting burned." - He replied, grabbing J.B. while giving him an intense kiss and dragging him to the bed.
"Jace you rascal, hiding the game all the time." - J.B. said breathlessly as Jaime took off his shirt.
"And I thought I had left obvious signs in response to your advances." -Jaime replied as he kissed J.B.'s neck and powerful chest.
"We're going to need to talk about what you consider to be obvious."
"I don't think so, I won't be able to answer anything for now." - Jaime said, approaching his colleague's now fully erect member and engulfing it with his mouth.
....
Leonardo was pissed about the whole situation. He had tried to adapt to that place, he had chosen to ignore his more aggressive instincts towards that country, controlling his bad temper and for what? To become a pawn in a damned game of manipulation controlled by the spirit of an old megalomaniac capitalist.
He almost pissed his pants off in that vision. The damned crows seemed to have flown towards his face and after what he saw happen to Dalton's eye he threw himself to the ground like a scared boy.
"Get up Leo, we have little time and I don't know what I'll be like when I wake up, I'll need you to be my anchor and I don't even know how to do that right." - Jaime said while extending his hand to him.
"I don't want any part of this." - He responded without extending his hand back.
"I didn't want to either, but unfortunately we're stuck with this. All of us. Help me find a way to end this once and for all." - And Leo extended his hand.
When he woke up he was completely changed physically and he felt that something had changed in his mind too. But he still knew who he was and what he would have to do.
However, he was amazed at how far Jaime was willing to go to get what he wanted. And now in Dalton's basement, as he looked for a way to get rid of the old man's damned bones, he wondered if his colleague hadn't already gone too far on the path to becoming one of them. That train of thought was interrupted when he found what he was looking for.
"Perfect" - He said, looking at the gallon of kerosene with shining eyes. Without realizing that perhaps he already had walked a few steps along that same path.
....
"Turn your back." - Jaime said to J.B. with a commanding tone after giving him one of the best blow jobs he had ever received. Which made him obey immediately. - So, Johny Boy, I was thinking. What do I need to do for me to be formally accepted into your Club? Greg and Jake were accepted immediately while I'm still pending- Asked as he positioned himself on top of the other.
"I don't know, I thought Chad was going to announce it at Hartfield Manor..."
"I thought I was important.-Jaime said, now holding J.B.'s hair tightly.-That I was special.-He continued with a kiss on his colleague's neck.-Even irreplaceable." - He concludes by placing his swollen cock close to J.B.'s ass but without making any effort to continue.
"Jace...I don't know...ungh."
"Don't you know or don't want to tell me?"
"I don't know if I knew...."
"I believe in you. - Jaime replied, gently penetrating his classmate ass. - But there is something you know and can tell me." -He continued while increase his pace.
"Ungh...no...don't stop. What? What do you want to know?" - J.B. asked amidst waves of pleasure. Causing Jaime to increase his pace even more and open a wide smile.
…
For 150 years Ulf remained silent, ruminating on his own existence, determined to ward off any man who approached him. He knew he couldn't deny it if someone entered his territory and asked for his blessing and even though the probability of that happening was very small after what happened to Kitchi, he took precautions. The forest area around his clearing became surrounded by wild and cruel creatures. And quickly the legends about the cursed place spread among the few remaining natives and also among the invaders. But that introspective calm didn't last as long as last time. One spring morning many men approached his territory and set to work. Just like Ulf himself. Quickly the entire region was filled with wild animals. Crows attacked men while they were working. Wolves howled at night, scaring the pack animals and making them flee, bears invaded the camp and destroyed the food. And yet they continued to work.
An iron will drove that men, an unstoppable force of the kind that Ulf would have admired if it hadn't been bringing those men closer every day to his territory and to the possibility of him being forced to resume the role he wanted to avoid at all costs. And despite everything he did that day came. He watched the men approach his clearing, some armed to the ground shooting at the animals he sent, others cutting down the little brush that still separated his clearing from the new road they had opened and then... Ulf felt his territory. suddenly increase, regaining almost all of its original size. The place where his village had been now housed the beginning of a large construction and beyond that there was already a small village in formation.
He did not introduce himself to those men, resisting with all his might the impulse to do so. He held out until night and then brought hell upon them.
The next day the men left, leaving behind them the unfinished construction, dead animals and some of them buried. Ulf watched this with relief, believing that he could once again return to his state of contemplation.
For weeks it seemed to him that it would be so. Then one night the man arrived.
….
"What the hell are you carrying around there?"
"The solution you asked me for."
"Man, we could burn down the whole school if we use this."
"I don't plan on using it here, dumbass. We go in, take the damn bones, put them in these backpacks I brought and take them to the middle of the woods where we can set them on fire."
"A forest fire isn't much better than a school fire."
"I haven't seen you do anything useful so far."
"Then see." - Jaime replied. He approached the digital panel next to the large door of the Crows headquarters and entered the password as he spoke it out loud.
"0 - one - nineteen - eighteen - 0 - nine. Edgar Allan Poe's birthday, it was kind of obvious if you stopped to think about it. It would only be more obvious if it were Dalton Hartfield's birthday."
"If it was that obvious you wouldn't have needed to suck Roberts' dick."
"Shut up, asshole. We're inside, now we just have to go to the damn red door and..." - Jaime began to say, interrupting himself when looking at a solid wall without a single door.
" Puta merda" - Said Leo when faced with that.
"I don't understand, everything pointed here." - Jaime said, running his hand over the exquisite wallpaper in the hope of feeling a hidden door behind it.
"We're fucked man. Why did you have to drag me into this shit?"
"I didn't ask for this either man. I just wanted this shit to end."
"Good, we can still finish." - Reis replied, lifting the gallon of kerosene.
"Are you crazy, dude? This could turn into a huge mess."
"You said yourself that you want to end it all."
"But not like this. Let it go, no one is going to burn this school down." - Jaime said, making Leo release the gallon.
"Certainly not. - Chad said standing at the door - You almost fooled me Jaime. But your mistake was believing that just because he's a slut J.B. would be stupid. He's a Crow and a Crow is always smart. Which proves you're still not one of us. I knew there was something wrong with you two.”
"Fuck you, you psychopath" - Was Leo's response. While Jaime pondered what to do.Then cursing himself for choosing that path he made a decision.
"You're right. I'm sorry for using him like that although he certainly liked it. But the truth is that Reis came to me thinking I could help him and at the same time I felt like you still didn't trust me Chad. So I came up with a plan to find out what Reis intended to do and at the same time gain your trust."
"You fucking piece of shit. What do you think you're doing? I trusted you!" - Leonardo shouted, lifting the gallon again.
"I already told you to turn that shit down!" - Jaime shouted back and again his colleague obeyed him. Something Chad can't help but notice.
"If what you say is true Jaime, why don't you prove it!"
"Call me Jace, man - Jaime said in an attempt to convey confidence - and what do you want me to do? How am I going to convince you?"
"Nothing you say will make me trust you... Jaime. - Chad replied, highlighting the name. - But you can prove it by making our dear colleague one of us."
"I... I don't know how..." - Jaime began to respond.
"Fuck you, Chad. I'm going to get out of here..." - Leonardo interrupted.
"Tell him to be quiet" - Chad said.
"Leo, shut up and stay still." - Jaime said and to his surprise and that of Leonardo himself, he remained motionless and quiet in the middle of the room."
"As I suspected. Looks like you'll get the chance to prove yourself after all...Jace." - Chad said with a bright smile. And while mentally apologizing, promising to fix it when he could, Jaime turned towards Leonardo and instinctively began to do the work assigned to him."
….
Ulf watched as the man approached and sat on a rock right in the middle of his center of power. The man reminded him of the God. He was old in appearance although he was infinitely younger. But the aura of power and the absolute certainty of deserving that power were the same. Very different from what Ulf himself felt, forever trapped in that contradictory state between a child and a centenarian being. He was already ready to try to scare away that figure when the man spoke.
"I know you're there, I feel you there. I came to talk and come to an understanding." - And then Ulf realized that the man just like Kitchi and Ulf himself had the power within him. The man's light was weak, blurry and Ulf realized he wouldn't have much time on this plane. But also that that light should have been as bright as Ulf's own had once been. That made him consider listening to what the man had to say. But what made him lower his guard was the fact that one of his crows flew and landed next to the man and he didn't even flinch.
"Hello. I'm Ulf" - he said, becoming visible to the man.
"Hello, Ulf. I'm Dalton. I think we have a lot to talk about." - Dalton Hartfield replied to the boy who wasn't a boy. For several hours they talked. At dawn both had a new understanding of various things and an agreement was made. And for the first time in decades Ulf was happy with his purpose.
….
"What's the purpose of all this hate, Leo? All this poorly disguised anger. Because no matter how much you try to hide it, they're there. What did we do that was so bad to you?" - Jaime asked his colleague, now sitting and staring at him with vacant, distant eyes. - You can talk."
"Where to start? Maybe it's because I'm trapped in a place full of psychopathic troglodytes guided by an evil spirit who intends to turn me into one of them? Or maybe because someone I thought I could trust turned out to be exactly like them? "
"He has a good point. - Jaime said to Chad, still trying to make the other trust him. - But it's not just that, you hate America. You hate our country but you're still here enjoying our blessings." - Jaime continued, not believing he was saying something like that.
"I had no choice in being here and I don't hate America. The entire continent is..."
"Cut that leftist bullshit. You're in America now, in real America. Where the real football is played, the real land of opportunity and you know what else I think you know it and resent it, don't you? That's where all this anger comes from." - Jaime continued, at the same time hating and feeling a perverse pleasure in those words.
"No... no... it's not true. I love my country."
"No one said otherwise, Leo. After all, you are a typical Brazilian. A happy, funny guy, concerned with enjoying life and a bit of a rogue when needed."
"These are stereotypes man... the worst... about Brazil"
"Liking soccer is also a stereotype and you like it."
"It's different, not every Brazilian likes football. And it's not just because it's a stereotype that I need to stop liking it."
"Exactly! Just because it's a stereotype doesn't mean it isn't true, does it, Leo? Which makes what I said about you true."
"No... I... I'm not a playful kind of guy... I'm not a clown... I have goals."
"Of course you do, you're in Dalton and to be in Dalton you have to be ambitious. You can't wait to get your hands on your grandfather's fortune."
"I never... needed it."
"Which doesn't mean you don't want to. Imagine everything you'll be able to do with all that money, make the most of the countries you love so much, the one in which you were born and the one that welcomed you and that you chose for yourself ."
"I... no...."
"Let the anger go and call it only against your enemies, America is your second home, the home you chose and we are your brothers, the ones you chose when you agreed to come to Dalton and we chose you, you are not a clown, you are our priest, you are the one who makes us smile when we need it and you are the one who controls J.B. because he is the only one who can make you impatient even though he wants to enjoy life as much as you do, and because all of this your place is among us so accept it." - Jaime concluded, almost believing his own words at the same time that Leonardo tried to avoid getting carried away by them, with his hands covering his face. And Chad looked at them both in amazement. The seconds seemed to drag by until Leo uncovered his face. And there was a combination of joy, malice and arrogance in him. There was no doubt. He was one of Dalton's Crows.
That realization opened a hole in Jaime's chest. He had done that, he had plotted and deceived and manipulated and finally done that. He could justify all he wanted, he could say he dit it just to gain Chad's trust and thus be able to figure out how to reverse it all. ...but it still didn't change the fact that he had done it. And Chad seemed to think the same way.
"I was wrong, you are one of us. Only one of us could do this. Welcome brothers." - He said smiling with what seemed like genuine joy combined with a great deal of relief. Jaime had thought about denying it, about throwing everything away, about punching that face until that bright smile was erased. - "Thanks, bro" - He heard Leo say next to him with a voice that was both arrogant and happy at the same time that made the feeling of nausea he felt increase. He turned around thinking about what he was going to do... but before he could decide what it was he found himself staring at the same wall where he had unsuccessfully tried to locate a hidden door minutes before, a red door that had appeared to him in dreams, that had tormented him for days without revealing what was behind it, a red door that didn't exist but was still there right in front of him. He stepped towards hearing Chad and Leo calling for him but ignoring them. With his hand shaking with anxiety he turned the handle, opened the door and physically walked through it for the first time.
….
The door that existed only when Ulf allowed it opened and the one he expected to see entered. He assumed the form the man expected to see and addressed him.
"Chadwick Wentworth Hartfield the third, what brings you here?" - He asked, knowing exactly what brought the descendant of his old friend there. The old friend whose image he used at that moment in a replica of the room he had planned and never got to occupy in the Academy that bore his name.
"Hello, sir. I... I come with an offer to make to you.
"Proceed."
"There's a kid in California, Jaime Sanchez, one of my scouts found him and..."
"I'm aware of the kid, Trip, your scouts are my scouts after all."
"Sir, I didn't mean to..."
"Calm down, you gave them the necessary resources to reach the boy. And I recognize that. So answer my question, what brings you here?"
"It's my son, he is... a disappointment, sir. Unworthy of your legacy. I failed... I failed the Academy, I failed you, and I failed him."
"I understand. But you still haven't answered my question, what brings you here?"
"I need you to do your thing with him."
"I see, that's all? Sanchez is extremely promising and you found him for me."
"Well, if you can ensure that the Hartfield legacy continues without major obstacles, it is your legacy as well and the one that helps ensure Dalton's survival."
"So you want a contract? Is that it?"
"If possible."
"Yes, it is possible. Both requests are. But it will not be easy. The blessing in its pure form, without the help of a source is a different experience from what you are used to seeing. But it will be necessary, your son should be the one who will guide the contract and in his current form he is totally inadequate. After that the steps must be followed specifically. I will give you a list of names of boys who should be brought to Dalton, boys who in the future will be a source of problems for the Hartfields and other people of interest to the perpetuation of the academy. Your son must be informed of what to do with all of them with the exception of one. He must not know that the last one came with the same objective as the others, find someone to be the sponsor in your place, not even Carmichael must know that he is a party to the contract until we are close to completion. When they and the source are under the roof of the academy things will have only one direction to go. Now Seek your son and prepare yourself, you You won't be pleased with what you see."
"Yes sir." - Chadwick Hartfield III responded respectfully, leaving and closing the door behind him.
Ulf waited in anticipation. It had been a long time since he had used his original method of working, after Kitch and before Dalton the prospect of doing so would have saddened him. But in just over a century and a half he had learned much more than in the entire previous millennium. And knowing that made him smile when he saw the door open.
...
The door opened and Jaime entered.
"You have got to be kidding." - He said when he saw where he was. For he was in the old familiar office of the Dalton headmaster.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." - Someone said but he wasn't who he expected. - I'm Ulf and I think I owe you an explanation. - Said a blond boy smiling.
"I don't understand..." Replied Jaime.
"Let me help you." - Said the boy. And suddenly Jaime found himself standing in a snow-covered village where a blind blond boy was playing with puppies.
…
"I must say that you are the first since Dalton himself to know my whole story Jaime. Pitty."
"Why?" - Jaime asked.
"Why don't we clarify your doubts? I imagine you have many." - Ulf replied with a smile that Jaime had already seen mirrored on many of those who frequented Dalton.
"So this whole time it was you? The dreams, the visions? My grandmother... I thought... And the bones?
"Oh, where do I start?" Your grandmother. An unforeseen event, something rare in my plans. And what a formidable woman she is! It is very difficult to make the journey back to this plane. And she did it quite easily twice. But she couldn't be a match for me, not here in my territory. I had a conversation with her and she agreed to leave when she understood that there was nothing she could do against me. But she was not as upset as one might think because she understood that I like her want the best for you." - Said the boy with a friendly smile.
“Is she allright?”
Yes Jaime, there’s nothing she could offer me that you couldn't either. I released her. Which brings us to the visions. Each source manifests his power in a different way, since Trip Hartfield's scouts found you I have longed for know what yours would be. Many of my current skills came from the different sources that attended Dalton. The choice of your club mates came through the ability to look into the future that I inherited from one of those sources. But I will talk about that later. When It was clear that you were a dream walker I used that to guide you in the direction I wanted and I admit I had a lot of fun in the process. The physical limits to which I am restricted do not allow me to know the world with my own eyes. But Dalton gave me ways to interact with different people from different cultures and expanded my horizons. Plus I'm proud of our library, the books took me to places I could never physically go. I like spending my time there among them. And we had some interesting conversations there."
"I…did we?"
"I'm very proud of my impersonation of a grumpy old lady."
"The librarian? Mrs O'Malley? Was that you???
"One of my multiple personifications within these walls. I like interacting with the boys under my tutelage. But as I told you Mrs.O'Malley it's the personification that I'm most proud of and that allows me to spend my time with the books. I'm particularly interested in Mr. King's work. I don't know how he managed to escape Dalton when he lived so close to me. But it takes one to recognize the other. And his work on The Shining made me to think that he was always aware to some degree of what we were doing here. It's a shame indeed that he managed to escape me. I wonder what I could have done to someone like him. But in a way I'm not sad, I don't know if there would have been much left of his light or shining as he called it, if he had come to me and me. Then I wouldn't have his wonderfull works to help me kill time. And he was useful for my plans, he helped me put you on the path of The Crows Club.” - Ulf said, pausing and looking at Jaime, waiting for any doubts. When the boy didn't speak, he resumed his long monologue.
“Which brings us to your third question. The bones. Dalton was a genius and a true warrior of his time. He showed me that there was another ways to perform my role. That times were different and that I could create another type of warrior. A new kind of warrior for a new time and since then I have been adapting to the times and looking for new ways to expand my influence and share my blessing. And it was Dalton Hartfield who made me realize that what I do is indeed a blessing. And also who gave me the means to ensure that it reaches every corner of this country. His bones were crushed until they turned into powder and were mixed into the very mortar that built the walls of this institution. Which is the Destiny that part of the bones of every Academy student shared after the end of their passage through this plane. The other part of the bones of these former students is buried in their respective home states. I can't leave my territory, Jaime, as you yourself testified. But everyone who steps on it is subject to my influence and those who receive my blessing receive a part of me. A part that remains in the soul, but also in the body, in the bones. And it is these bones with my essence, buried in every corner of this country that guarantee my influence no matter the distance from my center of power. Every time one of our recruiters goes to visit a prospect, he takes with him a piece of Dalton on his body, a ring, a pendant. Made from the bones of deceased former students, some of these objects are so old that they were made from the bones of Dalton himself. Bone magic Jaime. Something that my own people did and that a source from Scandinavia brought to me about a century ago. And so I answered your questions. But let me get ahead of you. You're curious as to why I chose each of the others.”
Jaime was actually more concerned about reversing that situation. He had done things that he never thought he would be able to do with that single goal and now he saw no alternative to completing it. Then he let the apparition continue with his speech. - "Of course"- He replied thinking that at least he would buy some time to try to escape that trap he had found himself in.
"Liar - the boy replied without letting his smile waver - But I'm indulging myself so you'll have to put up with it. Michael Jones would become a public prosecutor who, together with the workers' union leader Jacob Miller would launch an investigation into one of the main arms of the Hartfield conglomerate after the death of Miller's twin brother in one of the Hartfield's slaughterhouses . A completely accidental death due to the drunken state of Gregory Miller, a notorious drunk stuck in his glory days as a college football player who had a career interrupted by an injury. The Hartfield Company would win the case but at the expense of a lot of money. Money that would already be compromised because Edward Chang,whom after inheriting his father's restaurant empire would transform them into a vegan chain, thus cutting one of Hartfiled Company's main contracts. To make matters worse the ore export contract for the steel industry another of the Hartfields' main sources of income would be suspended when Leonardo Reis, a staunch Brazilian nationalist, took control of his grandfather's mining company and decided to strengthen the Brazilian national industry. Crowning the disaster, Senator Jonathan Roberts managed to approve a new law increasing taxes on large fortunes. All of this being published in the country's biggest newspapers, including a particularly incisive article written by the famous political journalist Jaime Sanchez. The Hartfields are one of Dalton's biggest sources of funding, this could never happen and thanks to the good work done by both of us, Jaime it won't. Thanks."
"I didn't help you, not willingly!"
"Jaime, you chose to leave the twins under the influence of the Crows. You seduced Roberts to gain access to the club headquarters. You used, abandoned and remade Reis in Dalton's image just to achieve your goal without knowing that in doing so you achieved mine. You are mine Jaime Sanchez. And you gave me the chance to have my men in the place where the greatest dynasties in the world were born and died with secrets that could be useful to me, in the place that houses the largest unexplored area in the world, I found myself excited just thinking about what the Amazon has to offer me. You gave me an unexplored past through Chang and Reis, and promising future through the Millers. With them you gave me the opportunity to extend Dalton's ideas to millions through the screen of a cell phone. "
"I... I didn't mean..."
"Of course you wanted Jaime. You are a Crow. You accepted being the moment you sought out others of your own free will and thus sealed the contract, what came after were only the consequences.Everything happened as planned as always happens. As the board predicts. The board never makes mistakes Jaime, because I am the board. Our time It's ending. The last part of my blessing will fall on you. And as I said, it's a pitty. To be fully integrated with your brothers, you'll forget. Forget what you saw here. Forget me. You'll just know that Dalton changed you and that you are grateful for that. If it serves as compensation, know that your work is not finished yet. The old sources become my main scouts, using what is left of their light to locate other potential sources and continue with the good work. And This ends our conversation Jaime." - The boy concluded and Jaime realized that it was indeed true, that he had no escape.
"Before I go I would like to ask one more question."
"I think you've earned that right."
"Why do you do this? Those men killed you and forced you to act like this, why continue?"
"Eternity is too heavy a burden to bear without a role, boy. For a while I hated what I did as you saw for yourself. But then Dalton gave me the chance to do what I was created to do in a way that I didn't hate it. And at the same time gave me the opportunity to grow in a way that was denied to me by my own people. Although they taught me something that continues to be real to this day. This world needs warriors, leaders, the alphas of the pack. And I provide these leaders without prejudice of race, origin or sexuality. And that is why I will continue." - Understanding that the final moment had arrived, Jaime asked one last question.
"I never had a chance, did I?"
"Jaime, this is your chance. Goodbye, You have my blessing. - Jaime closed his eyes one last time. - It's time for Jace to wake up."
….
It was graduation day. Chad had been the valedictorian, praising the way of life and legacy of Dalton, drawing applause from everyone, even though they knew he was preaching to the converted. After tha he had called Senator Roberts to speak. J.B.'s father had become much more receptive to Dalton's culture after a visit there a few months earlier, even more so after Eddie and Chad's parents talked to him about his chances of running for president.
After the ceremony, a big dance was organized in the school's main hall, welcoming the families of all the graduates. The Miller twins were a sensation among the girls, being stopped all the time to take selfies or record a video. Their Tik Tok had boomed and they had already been invited to participate in talk shows and even a Netflix series. The other Crows had also shared that fame to some degree. Videos featuring the three Jays were particularly popular. The twins father to the surprise of the closed-minded community where they had been raised supported them unconditionally after a conversation held at the Academy and a good portion of land annexed to the family property.
Jace was very interested in visiting the place in the company of Caroline, the twins' younger sister, and he was not the only one to strengthen relations between the families. Melissa, his own sister, was talking to Leo and something more serious had already been established between Mike and Amelia, Chad's sister, who in turn was already engaged to the English socialite Charlotte Humphries sister of Louise, Eddie's current girlfriend, whose sister Lilly, in turn, was involved in a serious but secretly very open relationship with J.B. Only the twins were single for marketing reasons as they should be available to satisfy the desires of fans of both sexes. Which didn't mean they were inactive, because at that moment the two were leaving the room accompanied by three girls and a boy, probably for a quick orgy.
Jace suppressed his smile as he glanced across the dance floor where Mike and Chad were dancing with their respective partners, moving on to the table where Eddie and J.B. were secretly exchanging caresses while their ladies did exactly the same, and turned his eyes to where Leo, in turn, courted his sister in an undisguised way. He would have a conversation with his friend about that. Nothing would give him more pleasure than being Leo's brother-in-law with his millions of dollars, but if he somehow hurt his sister the other Crow would see an entirely different side of Jace. Finally his eyes fell on Caroline Miller and he prepared to do exactly what Leo did with his sister. He was interrupted, however, by an unknown man, clearly a Dalton alumni.
"Jaime Sanchez I have longed to meet you. I am Philip Thompson."
"Ah, of course. From the same class as Trip Hartfield. You can call me Jace Mr. Thompson, it's my nickname between brothers."
"So call me Flip, Jace. My partner Brent Woodward have wanted to talk to you for some time, but due to the nature of our work we haven't been able to attend the official meetings."
"You're scouts, aren't you? Chad mentioned that you two were the sources for his father's group."
"Yes, we were. We were much less powerful than you were. I can't tell you how much because..."
"Because you don't remember. I understand the feeling. I confess that I don't know exactly how a scout job works.
"That's why we'd like to talk to you. I know Vince Carmichael expects you to replace him one day at the head of the academy. But that's not going to make your job as a scout any easier. So why don't you wait until that job is no longer necessary to take on a position here? Until then we would like to offer you another official job offer."
"I still have college ahead of me sir."
"Our offer won't interfere with your studies, boy. You can start as an intern, paid of course. Woody and I are senior partners at Alpha, one of the biggest marketing agencies in the country and we'd like you to join us. I've read some of the your written works and they are excellent. Furthermore, constant work travels are a great way to justify absences due to scouting jobs. You will need to be in different parts of the country looking for sources and ensuring their recruitment and transfer to Dalton. If If you want to get married one day, believe me, you'll need a solid excuse for your absences. And by the way you can't take your eyes off that beautiful red-haired girl, I believe it's in your plans."- He finished with a smile that Jace couldn't help but return.
"Flip, I feel honored to accept your offer. When do I start?"
"The day after tomorrow, when you've recovered from the tiredness that redhead will give you."
"Flip, please, we are proud Dalton’s sons it takes a lot to tire us out."
….
Epilogue - 30 years later
"Jem, calm down. - Jace said with a serious tone of voice to his eighteen-year-old godson sitting next to him in the backseat of one of Alpha’s luxurious car. - If you're going to be the leader of the Crows this year you can't just be anxious for going to visit a prospect. What would your father say about that or your uncle Chad?"
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jace. I'm doing my best to honor the legacy of the family and the Academy. But I can't completely avoid the anxiety. We are meeting the most powerful source in the last 30 years."
"Indeed, and do you know who was the most powerful source before him? Me. And I'm here by your side, a man from Dalton. You may be thinking you'll find some terrifying thing waiting for you, but in reality you'll find a scared boy who doesn't know why a prestigious school is offering him a scholarship. And it's up to you as president of the Crow Club to turn this scared boy into the terrifying thing. Your cousin Fritz went through this two years ago and Teddy Roberts last year. They had help from their brothers, Fritz had Eddie Miller and Teddy had Johny Miller and Mike Chang. You already have the upper hand Jem, I'm going to take over as Dalton's headmaster and take the twins with me and Leo Jr. will be there too You're covered, so put on your best smile and go to battle James Wentworth Hartfield-Jones." - He concluded as their car parked at a suburban house, making the boy relax a little.
Later while Jem was talking to the source he did the same with his father.
"In Dalton your son will be surrounded by the best professionals that the education system has to offer in addition to the company of extremely promising young people, Mr. Ansari. Jem, who is talking to your son now, is my godson and the son of the Supreme Court Judge Michael Jones, one of the youngest to hold the position during President Roberts' term. Theodore the president's grandson, studied at Dalton last year. And I know we only met and I'm taking over the institution, which may seem like a bias to you, but I studied there and I am a partner in one of the largest marketing companies in the world. From my class came great businessmen from the most diverse fields, in addition, Judge Jones himself also an Oscar-winning actor and a former football player, I'm talking about the Miller brothers, my brothers-in-law who you certainly know. Believe me you couldn't be putting Kamal in a better place."
"I believe you, Principal Sanchez. But I can't help but wonder what a place like Dalton could want with my son."
"I understand you, I thought that about myself one day, Mr. Ansari. The best answer I can give you is that I see a lot of myself in him." Jace replied with his usual arrogant smile.
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Patience
TW: Smut. Language.
SUMMARY: Your need to be together is interrupted by your responsibilities in your parental roles…But you are not one to leave him wanting…
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Hey💗Drew and the reader having a few little kids and Drew and reader wake up in the morning horny and they think they can do some morning sex before the kids wake up but then while they’re fucking they knock on the door so they have to stop (before they tell them to come in) and especially Drew is all frustrated but she says that later they can shower together and they do and he’s happy they can finish what they started and then smut again
Patience
“Drew…” You warned upon feeling him shift you into him, his hands gluttonous at your curves while he brought you against him. His strong cock in need of attention beckoned for your consideration as his lips made contact to your exposed shoulder.
“I swear to God I can make you come before they even wake up…” You turned to grin at him, but in the attempt to challenge him, he would drive his hand to your cheek, interrupting you with a kiss. He was quick to alter from tender to passionate, aware you were no longer granted the luxury of late mornings in bed since you had become parents to your perfect duo of extending family. But as much as you favored the sound of their unified laughter and felt fulfilled by the end of the day fatigue in knowing a job was done well, you just hoped they would remain asleep for however long it would take to feel that familiar pleasure that seemed too seldom for how frequently you still desired one another.
He was swift in adjusting hsi weight over you, pinning you beneath him with feverish lips that altered from your mouth to your neck, as his hand repositioned to the at your back.
“You’re always so beautiful in the morning…”
“You MUST be desperate, Drew…” You teased. “My hair isn’t brushed and my-”
“You’re perfect.” He interrupted with a firm but compassionate grip to your jaw. “If I could, I would spend hours telling you…showing you…But I don’t think I have another second to spare…” He smirked as you felt him pull your shorts from your hips. “I need to feel you, baby…”
“Better make it quick then-” He wrapped you into silence by the way of his tongue taunting your own out of hiding as you followed him upwards as his body kept you pinned flat.
“Don’t tell me how to make you come…I know how. I think I’ve more than prove that…”
“Drew-” He silenced you by thrusting rather violently between your legs. His hand would pull over your mouth.
“Can’t wake them up with how loud I know you can be because of me.” You moaned into his palm, the vibrations worsening his smirk as he picked up his rhythm, but kept his depth. Time turned into a haze as the bed was at mercy to each of his thrusts, the mattress shifting to each motion, and you along with it.
“Mom? Dad?” Your kids called from the other side of the bed as Drew clenched his jaw. In your attempt to set a hand to his chest to still him, he pinned them on either side of your head. As you sent to speak his name again, he groaned into your neck, a mix of pleasure and annoyance reverberating into your skin as you grinned at him.
The sudden sound of something falling to the floor outside of your bedroom sent him to his feet as you realized this interaction would have to wait. After learning it was just your kids’ attempt to get their own breakfast as they believed you were otherwise asleep, you found Drew emerging from the bedroom with a forced smile but a pout worn in his eyes. And yet, he would continue his responsibilities as a father and give his attention and heart to your kids. But as you watched him play each game as you prepared for work, you could see the disappointment behind his eyes.
This was why when you got home, peeking in on your kids to find them fast asleep, aware they would remain this way until the early hours of the morning, you traveled to your bedroom with a plan in mind. Hearing him within the shower, you slipped out of your day’s attire, heels left abandoned on the base of the bed, before slipping into the steam encasing him.
“Your hands always feel-” He wasn’t able to finish his words before feeling you take a grip around his cock.
“You are such a good dad, Drew…and there isn’t a word to describe how you are as a husband…but you are so patience with everything…” He winced to how perfectly you twisted him in those desirable corkscrew motions, “Let me make it up to you…” You turned him to you, his hands quick to pull you to his lips before you used a break of an exhale to lower your lips to his jaw. Clenching to your movements, you grinned as your lips continued lower still, down his chest. Once making it to his Adonis belt, he took you back to his lips.
“As perfectly as you take me on your knees, baby, I’ve had to wait for this all day…” He took a firm grip through your wet hair as he turned you to the wall of the shower, your body reacting immediately to the cold, that was mended by his naked body pressed into yours.
“I need to feel you right now…Need to make you come…need to hear you…” Your body was lifted around him, your thighs parted naturally in this wrap, as he took you slowly to accept his cock. Once he bottomed out inside of you, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips before building back to that pace that was interrupted previously that morning. It had been a long wait for a day that seemed impossibly endless, now quelled by each thrust leading you closer to that orgasm you had dreamed of as often throughout the day as him.
“They can’t hear you baby…but I want to…please…let me hear you…” He asked as you scratched into his skin.
“I can take it baby…scratch into me…” Your eyes rolled to his words, “I love feeling how badly you need me…”
“Drew…” You moaned.
“Keep going baby…I can feel how badly you want this-”
“Please…” He knew this request but refused to obey as he kept his hand in place in the attempt you made to draw his hand to your clit.
“I’m only going to make you come with my cock this time baby…”
“But it will take longer…”
“I’m well aware.” He spoke mischievously as he relished in the echoes of pleasure circling him by your submission as he continued to pound into you. The slick wall of the shower had allowed him the ability to glide effortlessly into your greedy sex, accepting him with that hunger only he could satiate.
“Drew!”
“I’m close baby…I’m so fucking close for you-”
“I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come!” You bellowed as he wrapped that hand over your mouth.
“The neighbors are going to hear you now…” You ignored his warning as you were kept contained by his grip, as he dove into you in those final pistons, rutting into you with grunts of his own that were silenced behind his clenched teeth. The rush of his release coated down your thighs, mixing with the water between both of your bodies, as he hovered over you for a second.
“You have five minutes.” Your eyes widened as he set your feet back to the floor. “And then I want you to show me how grateful you are for my patience.” He slipped out of the shower, turning back just before the door closed as his eyes descended on you just before he spoke, “I wouldn’t worry about getting too clean…it’ll only be counterproductive…”
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Whie-Two Piece Box With Ribbon
Made from sturdy, high-quality materials, these gift boxes are both practical and stylish. Available in a range of size, they offer a versatile solution for packaging gifts of various shapes and sizes, saving you time while ensuring a stunning presentation.
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Design: Two-piece structure (lid and base) with clean, minimal white finish.
Ribbon Closure: Satin, grosgrain, or velvet ribbon for a luxurious unboxing experience, attached or detachable.
Customization:
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Interior linings (like soft velvet or EVA foam) or inserts for product protection.
Use Cases: Perfect for jewelry, cosmetics, perfumes, clothing accessories, or gifting.
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1. Gift Packaging
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Custom Chocolate: A Personalized Touch for Every Occasion
In today’s world of luxury gifting and culinary experiences, custom chocolate has become a unique way to add a personal touch to gifts, events, and even corporate branding. From weddings to corporate events, personalized chocolate creations have risen in popularity, allowing chocolate lovers to go beyond the standard flavors and packaging. In this article, we’ll explore the appeal of custom chocolate, how to create it, the various customization options available, and why it’s the ideal choice for special occasions.
What Is Custom Chocolate?
Custom chocolate goes beyond simply choosing a flavor or type of chocolate (such as milk, dark, or white). It allows individuals or businesses to personalize everything from flavors to packaging, shape, design, and branding, making each piece of chocolate unique to the person or brand it’s designed for. Custom chocolate can include initials, logos, special messages, unique fillings, and even specific colors.
At places like J Patrice Chocolate Studio, you’ll find the art of handmade custom chocolate that combines quality ingredients with a tailored experience, ensuring every piece meets the highest standards of flavor and design.
Reasons to Choose Custom Chocolate
1. Personalization Adds Meaning
One of the main reasons people choose custom chocolate is the opportunity to make the gift meaningful. Whether it’s for a loved one’s birthday, a wedding favor, or a corporate gift, adding a personal touch to chocolate shows thoughtfulness and care. Customization turns the chocolate into a memorable experience rather than just a treat.
2. Great for Branding and Marketing
Custom chocolate is an innovative way for businesses to promote their brand. By adding a logo or a unique design, companies can create an impression that goes beyond the ordinary. Custom chocolates are often used at events, tradeshows, or in gift baskets for clients. The presentation of branded chocolate elevates a company's image, making it both memorable and professional.
3. Special for Events and Celebrations
From weddings to baby showers, custom chocolates have become a staple at various events. Personalized chocolates make for unique party favors or centerpieces. Hosts can match the chocolate designs with the event theme, colors, or motifs, adding an extra layer of cohesion to the celebration.
4. Experimentation with Unique Flavors
Custom chocolates allow for creative flavors beyond the typical offerings. This could include specific ingredients that hold meaning for the gift recipient or match a theme, such as spiced flavors for the holidays, fruit infusions, or exotic ingredients like lavender or chili.
Types of Customization for Chocolate
1. Chocolate Type The base of any custom chocolate is the type itself—milk, dark, or white. Depending on your preference, you can choose single-origin or blended chocolates to create a specific taste profile.
2. Shapes and Molds For custom chocolates, choosing shapes and molds adds a unique touch. Custom molds can create chocolates in the shape of hearts, initials, corporate logos, or anything that reflects the theme of the event or the recipient's personality.
3. Unique Flavors and Fillings Another exciting aspect of custom chocolates is the ability to choose special fillings. Popular fillings include ganache, caramel, fruit, and nut combinations, but the possibilities are endless. For instance, mint, raspberry, or coffee fillings can elevate the taste of a custom chocolate, offering something beyond the standard.
4. Personalized Packaging Packaging is crucial for custom chocolates, especially for gifting purposes. You can opt for boxes that feature your brand logo, event theme, or the recipient’s name. The outer packaging plays an essential role in making the chocolate gift look luxurious and thoughtfully designed.
5. Add Messages or Logos Custom chocolates often feature messages or logos that are imprinted or engraved on the chocolate itself. For personal occasions, this could be a message like “Happy Anniversary,” while corporate chocolates might display a brand logo, a thank-you note, or even a hashtag for social media campaigns.
Creating Custom Chocolate: The Process
Making custom chocolate is an art that involves careful planning and creativity. Here’s a look at the typical process:
1. Consultation Most chocolatiers offering custom chocolate begin with a consultation to discuss the customer's needs, preferences, and any specific ideas they have. This is a time to choose flavors, fillings, packaging, and shapes.
2. Flavor Selection and Experimentation Once the general concept is decided, the chocolatier works on flavor combinations that suit the client’s taste and theme. During this phase, some chocolatiers provide samples to ensure the client is satisfied with the flavors.
3. Design and Branding After the flavor selection, it’s time to design the molds, if needed, and create branded packaging. This might include digital mock-ups of the packaging or samples of the molds to ensure they match the client's expectations.
4. Production After all details are approved, the chocolate goes into production. Handcrafted custom chocolate requires patience and precision, especially when incorporating detailed designs or complex fillings.
5. Quality Check and Delivery Once completed, the chocolates undergo a final quality check before being packaged and sent to the client. Many chocolatiers take great care to ensure every piece meets their standards of taste and presentation.
Why Custom Chocolate Makes a Memorable Gift
1. Thoughtful and Unique Custom chocolates show that you’ve put thought into your gift, making it unique and personal. Rather than a generic gift, customized chocolates reflect your care and appreciation for the recipient.
2. A Versatile Gift for All Ages Custom chocolates are versatile enough to be enjoyed by people of all ages, making them ideal for various occasions. Whether it’s a holiday, corporate event, or personal milestone, custom chocolate is sure to be a hit.
3. Indulgent Experience Handmade custom chocolate from reputable chocolatiers, like J Patrice Chocolate Studio handmade custom chocolate, offers an indulgent experience. Each bite is crafted to provide a rich flavor profile, showcasing the quality and skill of the chocolatier.
Conclusion
Custom chocolate is more than a sweet treat; it’s a creative expression that enhances the gift-giving experience. By choosing specific flavors, designs, and packaging, you can create a gift that is as thoughtful as it is delicious. Custom chocolate is perfect for adding a personalized touch to any occasion, from personal milestones to corporate events. With its luxurious presentation and endless customization possibilities, custom chocolate offers a memorable and indulgent experience for every recipient.
FAQs
1. How do I order custom chocolate? Most chocolatiers offering custom options require a consultation. It’s best to reach out directly to discuss your needs, including flavors, shapes, and any branding or packaging requirements.
2. Can custom chocolate include unique flavors? Yes! Custom chocolates often include unique or exotic flavors, depending on what the chocolatier offers. You can experiment with fillings like fruit, caramel, nuts, or spices to create a one-of-a-kind taste.
3. How long does it take to make custom chocolates? The time needed to make custom chocolates depends on the complexity of the design and the quantity ordered. Typically, it may take anywhere from a few days to several weeks, especially for large orders.
4. Are there vegan or allergen-friendly options for custom chocolates? Many chocolatiers offer vegan or allergen-friendly custom chocolates to accommodate dietary preferences. Check with the chocolatier to ensure they can meet specific dietary needs.
5. What occasions are ideal for gifting custom chocolate? Custom chocolate is suitable for nearly any occasion, including birthdays, weddings, corporate events, holidays, and anniversaries. Its versatility and personalization make it an ideal choice for celebrations of all types.
Whether you’re looking to celebrate a special occasion or promote your brand, custom chocolate offers a unique, memorable experience that goes beyond the ordinary.
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Elevate Your Event with Gold Gift Bags and Purple Party Bags from Thepaperbagstore
Gift-giving and party planning have always been central to special events, whether it's a wedding, birthday party, or corporate gathering. The way gifts are packaged and presented can greatly impact the overall ambiance and experience for your guests. At Thepaperbagstore, we offer a wide range of gift bags to make your events memorable, including elegant gold gift bags and vibrant purple party bags. In this article, we'll explore the versatility and appeal of these bags, how they can elevate any event, and why Thepaperbagstore is your go-to source for premium packaging solutions.
The Importance of Thoughtful Packaging
Before diving into the specifics of gold gift bags and purple party bags, it's important to understand the role that gift packaging plays in event planning. A beautifully wrapped gift or favor creates a sense of anticipation and excitement for the recipient. It enhances the overall experience by making even small tokens of appreciation feel more special. Thoughtful packaging reflects your attention to detail and care for your guests, making the event even more meaningful.
Gold Gift Bags: Elegance and Luxury in One Package
Gold has long been associated with luxury, elegance, and celebration. Incorporating gold gift bags into your event is a sure way to add a touch of sophistication and glamour.
1. Perfect for Upscale Events
Gold gift bags are ideal for high-end events like weddings, anniversaries, and corporate galas. Their luxurious appearance makes them perfect for gifting items like jewelry, premium skincare products, or other high-value gifts. Whether you’re handing out favors to your wedding guests or sending corporate gifts to valued clients, Thepaperbagstore's gold gift bags will leave a lasting impression.
2. Customizable Options for a Personal Touch
At Thepaperbagstore, we understand that every event is unique, and customization can take your gold gift bags to the next level. You can personalize your gold bags by adding a logo, name, or special message to make your gifts more memorable. Whether you’re branding your corporate event or personalizing gifts for a bridal shower, customization adds that extra special touch.
3. Versatile Sizes for Various Gifts
Gold gift bags come in a variety of sizes, making them versatile enough for any type of gift. Small gold gift bags are perfect for jewelry or trinkets, while larger ones can hold items like books, clothing, or even a bottle of champagne. Thepaperbagstore offers a range of sizes to meet your needs, ensuring that every gift can be wrapped in luxurious gold.
4. An Eco-Friendly Option
Many people might assume that luxury gift bags are not eco-friendly, but at Thepaperbagstore, our gold gift bags are made from high-quality, eco-friendly materials. These bags not only look great but also align with growing preferences for sustainability. They are recyclable and reusable, allowing you and your guests to feel good about your choice without sacrificing style or quality.
Purple Party Bags: Fun, Festive, and Full of Personality
If gold gift bags are all about elegance, then purple party bags are about fun, festivity, and creativity. Whether you’re planning a children’s birthday party, a bachelorette bash, or even a baby shower, purple party bags from Thepaperbagstore can add a vibrant pop of color to your event.
1. A Standout Choice for Themed Events
Purple is a bold color that often symbolizes creativity, royalty, and mystery. It’s an excellent choice for themed parties where you want the gift bags to reflect the party’s playful or whimsical nature. For example, a princess-themed birthday party, a Mardi Gras event, or even a baby shower with a purple color scheme would all benefit from the addition of purple party bags.
2. Ideal for Party Favors
Party favors are a fun way to thank your guests for attending your event, and purple party bags make the perfect packaging for these favors. Fill them with candies, small toys, or personalized trinkets that your guests will love. The vibrant color of the bags adds an element of surprise and excitement, especially when arranged creatively at the event.
3. A Versatile and Playful Option
One of the best things about purple party bags is their versatility. Whether the event is formal or casual, purple bags fit in effortlessly. They work for both adults and children and can be styled to fit nearly any theme. Thepaperbagstore offers purple bags in various sizes, so no matter what the favor or gift, you’ll find the perfect fit.
4. Reusable and Eco-Friendly
Like all the products at Thepaperbagstore, our purple party bags are made with sustainability in mind. They are sturdy, reusable, and made from eco-friendly materials. This means your guests can use the bags again, extending their life beyond the party and reducing waste.
Why Choose Thepaperbagstore?
At Thepaperbagstore, we pride ourselves on offering high-quality, eco-friendly gift and party bags that cater to various occasions and themes. Our gold gift bags and purple party bags are popular choices, and here’s why you should choose us for your next event:
1. Premium Quality
All our bags are made from premium materials, ensuring durability and a high-end feel. Whether you're handing out small favors or high-value gifts, you can be confident that our bags will meet your expectations and impress your guests.
2. Customization Options
We know that no two events are the same, which is why we offer extensive customization options. From choosing the color and design to adding personalized text or logos, we help you create a gift bag that’s unique to your event.
3. Eco-Friendly Choices
We are committed to sustainability, and our gold gift bags and purple party bags are no exception. Our products are made from recyclable and reusable materials, allowing you to reduce your environmental footprint while still offering elegant and fun packaging.
4. Wide Range of Options
Whether you’re looking for small favor bags or larger gift bags, Thepaperbagstore has a wide variety of sizes, colors, and designs to choose from. This allows you to find the perfect bag for any occasion, ensuring that your gifts are presented in the best possible way.
Creative Uses for Gift Bags Beyond Events
While gift bags are often associated with special events, they can also be used in creative ways beyond parties. Here are some additional ideas:
Corporate Branding: Use gold gift bags with your company logo for promotional gifts or client appreciation events.
Seasonal Gifts: Opt for purple bags during Easter, Halloween, or even spring-themed events to bring a seasonal touch to your packaging.
DIY Projects: Get creative with your bags by using them for DIY crafts. Decorate purple party bags with ribbons, stickers, or other embellishments for a personalized touch.
Conclusion
Whether you're planning an elegant wedding, a fun-filled birthday party, or a corporate event, choosing the right gift bags can elevate the overall experience for your guests. At Thepaperbagstore, we offer a variety of options, including gold gift bags for a luxurious touch and purple party bags for a festive flair. With high-quality materials, customization options, and eco-friendly solutions, our bags are perfect for any occasion.
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Personalized Photo Magnets in Dubai: Perfect Keepsakes for Every Occasion
In a city like Dubai, known for its luxury, skyline, and vibrant culture, there’s always something worth remembering. Whether it’s a special event, a cherished memory, or a unique gift, personalized photo magnets are a great way to capture and display those moments. If you're looking for the perfect keepsake that combines personal touch with utility, Personalized photo magnets Dubai personalized photo magnets are the answer, and Canvamagnet is leading the charge in Dubai.
Why Choose Personalized Photo Magnets?
Unique and Personal: Photo magnets are a simple yet meaningful way to preserve memories. Whether it’s a wedding, family vacation, birthday, or corporate event, having a magnet adorned with a special photo turns it into a treasured keepsake.
Decorative and Functional: These magnets are not just decorative; they serve a practical purpose. You can use them to hold notes, reminders, or simply decorate your refrigerator or workspace with happy memories.
Affordable Keepsakes: They are perfect for those looking for budget-friendly yet thoughtful gifts. Personalized photo magnets allow you to give a special and customized present without breaking the bank.
Perfect for Events and Gifts: Whether it’s wedding favors, baby showers, or corporate giveaways, personalized photo magnets make for great souvenirs. They are small, portable, and bring a lasting impression to the recipient.
Why Choose Canvamagnet?
At Canvamagnet, the process of creating personalized photo magnets is both easy and affordable. Here’s why they stand out in Dubai’s competitive market:
High-Quality Printing: Canvamagnet ensures that every magnet is produced with high-definition printing, guaranteeing that your photos come out clear and vibrant.
Customizable Options: Whether you want square, round, or custom-shaped magnets, Canvamagnet offers a variety of shapes and sizes to suit your needs.
Fast and Reliable Service: Canvamagnet prides itself on delivering fast and reliable service. Whether you're ordering in bulk for an event or just a few for personal use, they ensure prompt delivery to any location in Dubai.
Eco-Friendly Materials: They use durable and environmentally friendly materials, so not only are you getting a high-quality product, but you're also contributing to sustainability.
Conclusion
Personalized photo magnets are a creative, affordable, and functional way to keep your cherished moments alive. Whether you’re commemorating a special event or looking for the perfect gift, Canvamagnet in Dubai offers top-notch service and quality. Personalized photo magnets Dubai Capture your memories, and let them live on in your home or office with custom photo magnets from Canvamagnet.
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Baby Shower Theme Combos: Mixing Themes for a Unique Celebration
Introduction
A baby shower is a joyous occasion that celebrates the arrival of a new life. It's a time for loved ones to come together and shower the expecting parents with love, blessings, and gifts. While traditional themes are always a hit, mixing themes can add a unique twist to your celebration, making it memorable for everyone involved. Whether you’re planning a baby shower decoration, seemantham decoration, or godh bharai decoration, combining themes can create an extraordinary event that reflects the personality and preferences of the parents-to-be.
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Why Combine Themes?
Combining themes allows you to create a more personalized and exciting experience. Instead of sticking to one traditional theme, you can blend elements from different concepts to craft a truly unique celebration. This approach is perfect for modern parents who want to break away from conventional ideas and infuse their baby shower with creativity and originality. By mixing and matching different styles, colors, and motifs, you can create a cohesive and visually stunning event that guests will talk about long after the party is over.
Popular Theme Combos
1. Classic Meets Modern
One of the most popular theme combos is blending classic elements with modern touches. For example, you could combine vintage baby shower decoration items like lace tablecloths, antique centerpieces, and pastel colors with modern elements such as geometric patterns, sleek furniture, and metallic accents. This combination creates a beautiful contrast that feels both timeless and trendy.
Seemantham decoration often follows traditional themes, but adding a modern twist can elevate the event. Consider incorporating traditional South Indian elements like flowers, rangoli designs, and banana leaves with contemporary décor items like LED lights and minimalist floral arrangements. This blend of old and new will create a balanced and harmonious environment.
2. Nature-Inspired and Glamorous
For those who love the outdoors but also appreciate a touch of glamour, combining nature-inspired themes with luxurious elements can be a hit. Imagine a garden-themed baby shower with lush greenery, floral decorations, and wooden accents, paired with gold and silver details, crystal chandeliers, and elegant table settings. This theme combo brings the beauty of nature indoors while adding a touch of sophistication.
Incorporating this into godh bharai decoration can be equally enchanting. Use natural materials like bamboo, jute, and fresh flowers, and pair them with shimmering fabrics, ornate centerpieces, and delicate lighting to create a serene yet opulent atmosphere.
3. Cultural Fusion
Cultural fusion themes are an excellent way to celebrate the diverse backgrounds of the parents-to-be. You can mix elements from different cultures to create a unique and meaningful celebration. For example, blend traditional Indian motifs with Western baby shower trends. Use vibrant colors, henna designs, and traditional Indian textiles alongside Western-style balloons, banners, and cake decorations. This fusion will honor both cultures and create a rich, vibrant atmosphere.
Seemantham decoration can greatly benefit from this approach. Traditional Indian rituals can be combined with Western-style baby shower games, food, and favors, creating a cross-cultural experience that resonates with guests from all backgrounds.
Tips for Creating Theme Combos
1. Choose a Color Palette
A cohesive color palette is essential for tying together different themes. Select a color scheme that complements both themes and ensures that the decorations, table settings, and other elements harmonize. For instance, if you’re mixing a rustic theme with a glamorous one, earthy tones like browns and greens can be paired with gold and ivory accents.
2. Balance is Key
While mixing themes can be exciting, it's important not to overdo it. Find a balance between the two themes to avoid overwhelming your guests. Focus on key elements from each theme and let them shine without competing for attention. For example, in a baby shower decoration that combines boho and vintage themes, you could use macramé hangings and dried flowers alongside antique furniture and lace details.
3. Personalize the Space
Personalization is what makes theme combos truly special. Incorporate elements that reflect the parents-to-be, such as their hobbies, interests, or heritage. Whether it’s a customized cake, personalized favors, or unique signage, these touches will make the event more meaningful and memorable.
In godh bharai decoration, personal touches can include using family heirlooms, displaying photos of the parents-to-be, or incorporating symbols that have personal significance to the family. These details will add depth and emotion to the celebration.
Conclusion
Mixing themes for a baby shower can transform a traditional event into something truly unique and memorable. By thoughtfully combining different concepts, you can create a celebration that is not only visually stunning but also deeply personal. Whether you’re planning a baby shower, seemantham, or godh bharai, theme combos offer endless possibilities for creativity and customization. So go ahead and let your imagination run wild—create a baby shower that will be cherished for years to come.
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Create Lasting Memories with Our Unique and Cute Party Decorations
Welcome to FunStarCraft, where we turn ordinary events into extraordinary celebrations with our creative, unique, and cute decorations. Whether you're hosting a birthday, wedding, or any special occasion, our diverse range of decor will ensure your party is unforgettable.
Elevate Your Event with Creative Decor
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3. Engaging DIY Craft Kits Bring an interactive element to your party with our DIY craft kits. These kits are packed with all the materials needed for guests to create their own decorations or party favors. It’s a fun way to involve everyone and add a creative, hands-on touch to your event.
Unique Themes to Impress Your Guests
1. Rustic Charm Create a cozy and inviting atmosphere with our rustic decorations. Featuring wooden accents, burlap details, and mason jar centerpieces, this theme is ideal for garden parties, barn weddings, and intimate gatherings. It adds a warm and charming touch to your event.
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Gift bags have become an essential part of gifting
providing a stylish and convenient way to present presents for various occasions. Whether it's a birthday, wedding, holiday celebration, or a simple thank you gesture, gift bags add a touch of elegance and thoughtfulness to any gift. Here’s a comprehensive guide to gift bags , covering their types, benefits, and tips for choosing the perfect one:
Types of Gift Bags
Paper Gift Bags: These are the most common type of gift bags and come in a wide variety of colors, patterns, and sizes. They are eco-friendly and can be easily recycled.
Fabric Gift Bags: Made from materials like cotton, velvet, or jute, fabric gift bags are reusable and add a luxurious feel to the gift. They are ideal for special occasions and can be used multiple times.
Plastic Gift Bags: These are durable and often feature vibrant designs. They are waterproof and great for protecting gifts from moisture.
Custom Gift Bags: Personalized with names, messages, or logos, custom gift bags add a unique touch and are perfect for corporate gifts, weddings, or any personalized gifting needs.
Drawstring Gift Bags: Easy to open and close, drawstring bags are great for small items like jewelry or cosmetics. They are available in both paper and fabric options.
Tote Bags: These reusable bags are not only a gift bag but also a gift itself. They can be used for shopping or carrying personal items, making them a practical choice.
Benefits of Using Gift Bags
Convenience: Gift bags are easy to use and save time. There's no need for intricate wrapping; simply place the gift in the bag and it's ready to go.
Variety: With a wide range of designs, sizes, and materials available, it's easy to find a gift bag that matches the occasion and the recipient’s taste.
Reusability: Many gift bags, especially fabric and sturdy paper ones, can be reused multiple times, making them an eco-friendly option.
Presentation: Gift bags enhance the presentation of a gift, making it look more attractive and thoughtful. They often come with matching tissue paper or ribbons to complete the look.
Protection: Gift bags provide an additional layer of protection for the gift, especially when compared to wrapping paper that can tear easily.
Tips for Choosing the Perfect Gift Bag
Consider the Occasion: Choose a gift bag that suits the event. For instance, opt for elegant designs for weddings, playful patterns for children’s birthdays, and sophisticated styles for corporate gifts.
Match the Recipient’s Style: Think about the recipient’s preferences. A personalized bag with their favorite color or a themed design can make the gift even more special.
Size Matters: Ensure the gift bag is the right size for your gift. A bag that is too small or too large can affect the presentation.
Quality: Invest in high-quality gift bags, especially for important occasions. A sturdy bag not only looks better but also ensures the gift is well-protected.
Add Accessories: Enhance the appearance of the gift bag with accessories like tissue paper, ribbons, or gift tags. These small additions can make a big difference.
Eco-Friendly Options: If you’re environmentally conscious, look for gift bags made from recycled materials or opt for reusable fabric bags.
Creative Uses for Gift Bags
Party Favors: Use small gift bags to hold party favors for guests. This is a popular choice for weddings, baby showers, and birthday parties.
Corporate Gifts: Custom gift bags with the company logo can be used for corporate events, making a professional impression.
Holiday Gifts: Themed gift bags for holidays like Christmas, Halloween, or Easter add a festive touch to your presents.
Storage Solutions: Gift bags can be repurposed for storage, organizing items like crafts, accessories, or toys in a stylish manner.
In conclusion, gift bags are a versatile and practical solution for presenting gifts. Their variety in design, size, and material makes them suitable for any occasion, while their convenience and aesthetic appeal enhance the overall gifting experience. By choosing the right gift bag, you can make any gift feel even more special and thoughtful.
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