#Sleeping Lady with Black Vase

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Stuart Little leads art historian to long-lost Hungarian masterpiece

#art history #Alvó nő fekete vázával #Sleeping Lady with Black Vase #Róbert Berény #Stuart Little #Hugh Laurie #Jonathan Lipnicki #Geena Davis

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Even in sickness...

Fandom: Black Butler

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis

Relationships: Sebastian x reader

“My lady, I’ve brought your breakfast,” Sebastian calls from you from behind closed door, but there’s no answer.

“My lady?” He calls for you again, knocking on the door this time.

Annoyed, he opens the door to your chamber and makes a beeline to your bed. She overslept, again. Sebastian puts the tray with food on your bedside table with clinking of cutlery and quite indiscriminately rips the covers away from your face. That moment his irritation at your laziness turns into worry.

“My…lady?” he calls for you third time, voice now filled with urgency. Your face is deathly pale, your breathing is too quiet and your bloodshot eyes are accompanied by grey circles below them. Only after shaking you forcefully you manage to wake up.

“Hnnng…Sebastian?” you say his name so weakly, it’s nothing more than rustling of wind. His face looks more serious than ever, you notice, as he presses his glowed hand against your forehead. You’re running a fever.

You try to push his hand away, but your attempts have no strength behind them. It was as if he was holding a small bird in his palm. You start to get dizzy again when you hear him calling for nearby maid and ordering her to call for doctor immediately. You used your remaining strength to stay awake.

“It’ll be alright, dear. The doctor will take care of you. You’ll be spring on your feet in no time,” Sebastian talked to you in hushed voice as he held one of your hands in his. You weren’t sure if he said this to reassure you, or himself.

You spend the several days in dreamless sleep, disturbed only by delirious fevers and Sebastian feeding you medicine and needed liquids. You weren’t sure how many days and hours have passed but whenever you regained sliver of consciousness, Sebastian was there tending to your every need. On the eight day of the recovery, you were able to stay conscious for considerable time. However, you were still prohibited by your doctor to move out of bed and Sebastian was just as vehement in keeping you in your role of a good patient.

Today you’ll try to convince him to let you out once more. As you recognized his footsteps behind the door, you quickly fixed your appearance to look as healthy as possible to gain his approval. The door open and Sebastian walks in with the breakfast that was fit for a family of three. Since you haven’t had exactly time to eat as usual for the last week, Seb made it his goal to ‘plump you up’ and to give you necessary fuel to battle the sickness. He sat the tray on your lap and immediately checked your temperature. Inspecting the contents of the tray over his arm, you noticed a single rose resting in a small glass vase between toast rack and bowl of roasted tomatoes. So your pleas to see the rosegardens haven’t gone completely forgotten, and it was your favorite kind too, hybrid tea rose nicknamed Love and Peace. At moments like these you felt your heart swell. It was hard to think of Sebastian as cruel sadistic monster only hungry for your soul, when he did things like this. Of course, if you asked about the rose he would insist it was on of the scullery maids who put it in there but you knew better.

“How are you feeling today?” Sebastian asked as he poured you a fresh cup of tea.

You gave him sweet smile and with the most energetic voice you could muster, you answered “I’m feeling much better today!”

“You say that every time I ask you this.” The demon butler pointed out suspiciously as he handed you your cup.

“That’s because I feel better every day,” you remarked and took a sip. “Speaking of feeling better-”

“You are not to leave this bed,” Sebastian cut you off vehemently, his voice dismissing any argument.

“Sebastian please! I’m going crazy! Stuck there all day with nothing and no one to keep me company. I’ve read all the books you brought to me and can’t even sleep anymore,” you fired the arguments one after another while not giving him time to talk back. Then, you pulled out your trump card, “And it’s such a nice weather outside.” You pointed in the direction of the opened window. There, a streams of morning golden sunlight fell to the darkened room while the sounds of birds and rustling threes reached your ears.

You gave Sebastian your best puppy eyes, or rather, kitty eyes since it’s him. Your butler inspected you wordlessly for a moment. Then he took away the tray and started wrapping you in the blanket. You sighed to yourself, it seems you have to try tom-

“Eek,” you squeaked in surprise as you were lifted and carried out of the door. “S-Sebastian!”, “Stop trashing, my lady, else I drop you,” he scolded you with starchy tone. On his way out, he ordered one of the servants to bring your breakfast to the rose garden. You spend the rest of the forenoon with your demon butler in the garden eating away at your generous breakfast while he kept you company and made sure you eat everything.

And despite his initial objections to the idea, you noticed him pouring you tea with a small content smile on his face.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader

[lxverss]

— ɪʀʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛɪʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ | hhj

✰ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: h.hyunjin x afab reader

✰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, fluff, newly established relationship, non-idol au

✰ ᴡᴄ: 1k

✰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, female masturbation, reader fantasizes about hyunjin, orgasm denial, dirty talk, pussy slapping, oral sex (f. recieving), heavy making out, etc.

✰ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you go on a date with your boyfriend to a fancy diner but you both can't keep your hands off of eachother all night. Which, ends up in you both going at it in the backseat of his car.

p/s: pics aren't mine, credits to the respective owners! + This story isn't proofread so please bear with me :')

You and hyunjin haven't been spending too much time together recently. Which is why, he had planned the perfect dinner date for you both with reservations at a fancy diner down the street. You were more than excited for tonight, having planned a sinful surprise for him after the date. You also couldn't wait to try the new perfume you recently bought solely for this occasion. It wasn't too strong, it had a charismatic, flowery and feminine scent. Just how he liked it.

You checked yourself in the mirror, making sure your makeup looks perfect. You went for a soft feminine look with a complementing tight black dress falling right above your knees. You decorated your neck and hands with jewelry that you got as a gift from your boyfriend on your first date. He was supposed to pick you up at 8 pm and it was currently 7:50 pm. You checked the time, then spritzed a generous amount of the perfume onto your neck and collarbones. Right as you were done, you heard your doorbell ring. That must be him, you thought. You quickly fixed your hair and hurried downstairs to get the door.

When you opened the door, hyunjin was hit with a wonderful fragrance that filled his nostrils. "Hey, beautiful" he said with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. He had a bouquet of crimson red roses in his free hand. He was wearing a black blazer with a white t-shirt underneath. God, it was like god favoured him. No, he looked like god himself at that moment. His perfect dark brown eyes locking with yours. You both shared eye contact for what felt like forever. Until you cleared your throat, and he seemed to notice your flustered state. "These are for you" he finally broke the silence, handing you the bouquet. "Thanks" you shyly said as you sniffed the flowers. You moved away from the doorframe, motioning for him to come inside. He looked around your apartment, as it was his first time there.

You put the flowers in a vase and poured some water in it to keep it alive. "Ready to go?" You heard as hyunjin stepped into the kitchen. "Yeah, shall we?" You held your hand out for him to take. He took your hand with a giddy smile, "we shall".

He then lead you over to his parked car and held the door open for you. "Ladies first" he said with a playful smile and a small bow. You playfully hit his shoulder but still got in nonetheless, thankful for his kind gesture. He got in slowly after you, making himself comfortable in the driver's seat. He leaned over you to put your seatbelt on for you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt your cheeks heat up at the close proximity. After putting on your seatbelt, he gave you a small smile and returned to his seat to put his own seatbelt on.

It was a 30-minute drive to the diner he got reservations at. You nearly fell asleep because, well, you barely had any sleep last night. You stayed up humping your pillow, your thoughts engulfed by nothing but hyunjin. You even woke up from a wet dream at 5 something, having to relieve your horniness with your pink dildo. Even then, all you could think about was hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. In your dream he was making love to you, letting out the most heavenly moan anyone could ever let out.

You both arrived at your designated place. Though, he was resisting the urge to touch you the whole ride there. Getting out of the car, he held the door open for you. You carefully stepped out, not wanting to trip on your wobbly legs. Yes, he made your knees weak so now your legs felt like jelly. For fucks sake, hwang. It hadn't been entirely his fault though, considering you made love to yourself almost all night.

You both made your way over to the diner in utter silence, hand in hand. When you made it to the door, he held it open for you with a charming smile like the gentleman he is. You smiled giddily at this. You both made your way over to your reserved seat and put your orders in. The whole time you were teasing him and driving him nuts. Leaning over to grab the salt and he could clearly see your cleavage with the necklace he gave you dangling from your neck. You gave him a teasing smile and grabbed the salt you 'needed' when you very much could have asked him for it. Brushing your foot up his leg, giving the spoon extra attention licking it, and so many more.

You didn't know your teasing could end up in his mouth on your pussy and your hands tangled in his hair, chanting his name like a mantra. Apparently all that teasing had fueled something inside him as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you across the diner back to his car. You couldn't even make it all the way inside as he slammed his lips into yours and slamming your back against the car door. He roughly made out with you, as you played with and pulled his soft black locks. You both were moaning into eachother like two horny dogs. He then clicked his door open and shoved you inside backseats, reaching his hand over to the front to lock the door not breaking the kiss.

Which brings you to the present, his face buried into your cunt and your hands desperately pulling on his hair. He slurped, sucked, licked your pussy until you were on the brink of your release. Then he suddenly stopped everything, leaving you to whine in frustration. "P-please, I'm sorry!" You cried out but to no avail. "You think I'd go easy on you after you've been bad all evening?" He said landing a slap on your delicious cunt. "Ah! Im— sorry, please! You begged and went to touch your own clit, desperate for some relief. He grabbed your wrist and pinned them above your head, slamming his lips into yours for the nth time that night. He only broke the kiss to whisper in your ear, "you're not cumming until I fucking say so."

It was going to be a long, long night.

A/N: feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot so I hope you enjoyed reading it as well <33

Do not repost, plagiarize or translate my works on other sites. ©lxverss 2023 all rights reserved.

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[rosalynesimp]

Lady Dimitrescu x Y/N

Tags: cigarettes, alcohol

Notes: this one is a nameless drabble. I’ve been feeling kinda down for few days now and this came out. hope, you enjoy.

Another sleepless night. Another careless walk around the giant castle. Your steps echoes through the hall as you sneak around the dim lit rooms. The silence sends shivers down your spine, you even can hear your own heartbeat.

You hold the candle that barely illuminates the hall. Gliding your fingers against the cold sharp wall you continue your small journey to the library. The windows are covered with thick materials. You never knew why but other maids gossiped about it, saying there are formidable things outside you never wish to see. You shiver just from the thought of it but keep walking. Finally, you reach the stairs. You’ve been working here for the past few years, you obviously know every inch of stair’s floorboards and which of them creak and crunch under your feet.

You quietly walk upstairs, as slow as you can, making sure you make no sounds. As you get on the third floor you look around, ensuring you’re all alone. You see familiar door. The one that leads to the huge library with impressive amount of books. But still there’s another door, you can’t say anything about it. It’s been locked since your arrival.

You can notice a thin stream of light on the floor from behind the secret chamber’s door. It’s slightly ajar, you can say. It’s the first time you catch such thing. You spin your head around, making sure for one last time there’s no other soul on the floor, before quietly sneaking toward the massive ornamental wooden door.

You pull the doorknob just a little more, tiptoeing inside. The room is large, walls painted mostly in green. The huge lacquered piano stays in the middle of the room. The room also has a small loggia and few coffee tables with couches around them. Seems like someone gave performances here long time ago. The layer of dust covers everything in this room, including dried flowers in luxury decorated vases.

Two candles on top of piano’s music shelf lit up the room. Candles stay on both sides of handwritten sheet music. You take a look at it but you can’t distinguish anything. You slowly reach your hand to the keys, touching them with the tips of your fingers. They feel sleek and chill under your fingers.

Heavy clicking sounds echoes through the third floor and you gasp, turning your head toward the door. You immediately head off to the darkest corner of the room, covering your mouth with your hands as you sit on the floor, too terrified to breathe.

You and Lady Dimitrescu have been in a weird sort of relationship for about a year now. She let you sleep with her in her bed sometimes. She treats you with delicious food twice a week. She gives you an opportunity to take a bath in her own bathtub. You are have sex but still, Alcina is a dark horse. She delicately avoids most of topics you want to discuss with her. You’re lucky enough if The Lady is in a good mood which means you will not be punished for bringing some topics up. You barely know her, you can’t read her emotions and you never know what’s on her mind.

The door opens slowly and a tall figure ducks through the door. It’s the countess. She wears a long dark crimson nightgown and black heels. Her hat is placed on top of her head. Sometimes you think she never takes it off. The dim light from candles frames her curvy silhouette. The Lady looks around, placing the large bottle and her favorite crimson goblet of one of her wines on the tiny table nearby the piano. She frowns for a second before taking a seat at the piano.

Her long pale fingers touch the piano keys. The sound of the first note echoes loudly in the room and your heart starts thumping against your rib cage even harder. Lady Dimitrescu presses another key and another and another until the beautiful, sad music comes together. You see Alcina tapping the foot as she plays, her nimble fingers going over the keys over and over, sticking every note. It does sound magnificent. You even could compare that to some famous compositors. You never knew your Lady is the one herself.

The countess stops playing. She opens the bottle of wine, pouring some into the goblet. She swirls the wine in it before gulping the wine and pouring some more. She takes a pack of cigarettes, lights one up. The harsh smell of tobacco comes across the room and reaches your sensitive nostrils. You squeeze your nostrils with your fingers, breathing through your mouth now as you are about to sneeze. The Lady puts one hand on the keys, tapping them slowly as she keeps smoking and sipping the wine.

“Did you enjoy my performance?”

She asks, her voice is cold yet you can tell she’s smirking. Alcina doesn’t turn to you, she takes her goblet and gulps the wine.

“How do you know I’m here?”

“Oh, Draga Mea, I can smell your blood rushing through your veins from miles away. Such a divine scent of fear.”

Lady’s voice becomes lower and she slowly turns around on her chair, facing you now.

“Such an rebellious pet. I bet, you earned a punishment today.”

A devilish grin comes upon her crimson lips, sending chills down your spine. Alcina beckons you with her finger and you slowly walk toward her, tugging on your dress as your anxiety level increases. Lady Dimitrescu seems tranquil and you can notice sadness in her eyes.

“What’s the matter, Alcina?”

You ask in a soft tone. She doesn’t respond. The countess wraps her muscular arm around your waist and pulls you close, letting you sit on her lap. You look up at her, catching sorrowful smile. She hands you her crimson goblet.

“Be a dear, hold it for a minute, pet.”

You carefully hold the goblet as Alcina pours herself more wine. It’s sticky and smells like blood, you scrunch your nose and she lets out a chuckle. She puts the bottle away and gently wraps her large palm around your wrist, pulling your arm up. Her dark cherry lips wrap around the rim of the goblet as she sips the wine. The bloody liquid runs down her chin. You stare at her open mouthed as she continues sipping the wine. The view puts you in a trance. You reach your hand to her face, gently wiping the wine off her face with your thumb. She lets out another low chuckle and rolls her eyes.

Finally, Alcina takes the empty goblet away from your small hand and smiles, placing it on the table. You keep your gaze at her and she raises an eyebrow at you.

“What is it, Y/N?”

She asks and you shake your head lightly, blushing. You feel embarrassed and want the ground to swallow you up. Lady Dimitrescu laughs, running her hand through your hair, bowing down to kiss the top of your head.

You both sit like this for few minutes. Alcina passes her hand through your hair and you lean against her chest, enjoying the physical contact. The countess stares at nowhere, deep in her thoughts and you can not let yourself to disturb her. She speaks first.

“I feel so betrayed. I am doing my best to be greatest in her eyes. I deserve it… To be worthy of her attention and love. I demonstrate her my honor and loyalty and it is still not enough.”

The countess sighs as she finishes her small monologue and lights a cigarette, her lips tremble as she takes a drag. She pulls you closer to her body, you feel the coldness of her pale grayish skin. Alcina’s shoulders shake slightly and she presses her fist against her mouth. She takes a deep breath before looking down at you.

“They are better. Heisenberg hates her, Moreau is a hideous whiner and Donna is a creepy lunatic. And yet, I am not the one to merit her consideration. Dear, dear… How very unfortunate.”

Lady Dimitrescu lets out a muffled snigger and looks down at you again. She puts her forefinger under your chin, tilting it up, making you look at her. Surprisingly, you don’t see a single tear in her dead, ashy eyes, that used to glow with vivid gold.

Alcina stays quiet, staring into your eyes, looking for support and care. Her eyes stray around your face, almost crying out for help. You cup her face, caress her cheeks with your thumbs, feeling her leaning into the touch. Your eyes locked to one another’s. She is the first to make a move. The countess lean closer, pressing her bitten lips against yours, leaving a red mark on them. The kiss is soft yet sorrowful. She pulls away, looking away from you.

“You may go, Y/N. It is getting late, you should get a proper amount of sleep.”

Lady’s voice is cold again, there is no space for emotions anymore.

“No.”

You disobey, making Alcina feel annoyance.

“Listen. I don’t need any pity and sympathy. These feelings are miserable.”

She spits out the last word, seizing a bottle by the neck, raising it toward her lips.

“I want to stay to make sure you’re okay. I wish I could show you the sympathy but I’m aware, you don’t appreciate that kind of emotions. ”

Lady Dimitrescu stays silenced, not being able to respond to your words. Thousand of thoughts run through her head and she sighs.

“Play your song again for me, Alcina. Please.”

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady d #re8 #lady dimitrescu x y/n #alcina x y/n #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina x maiden #lady dimitrescu fanfic

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Gorgeous 18+ (part 2)

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

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   “I’m glad you are awake. I brought these for you.” William lifted a small bouquet of yellow roses in a clear vase. “William, what are you doing here?” Ms. Benson and Cordelia looked to each other before Cordelia asked,  “You two know each other?” I nodded and gestured for him to enter. “We are acquainted, yes.” William handed me the flowers and nodded in acknowledgment to my supreme and instructor. “How do you know where his room is?” Williams hand rested on the back of his neck anxiously. “His room is across the hall from mine. We often bump into one another. He’s been pretty much confined there since the incident.” 

           I handed the roses to Cordelia and grabbed ahold of William’s hand before pulling him into the hallway. “Slow down! You’re going to pull my arm off!” I stopped and released his wrist. “I’m sorry. It’s just important. He was punished for no reason!” William nodded in understanding. “I get that, but you already told them that he didn’t do anything, why do you have to tell him yourself?” He’s right. Why do I need to be the one to tell him, he’s bound to find out, but for some reason I needed to see him. Why? “It’s okay, follow me. I’ll take you.”  

           William’s upbeat attitude soothed my troubled mind. His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. “Thanks, William.” He smiled softly. “Billy. My friends call me Billy.” I smiled in return at the sudden warmth in my chest of being considered his friend. “We’re friends now?” He nodded and pulled his hand from my back into his pants pocket. “That’s right!” Billy, huh? He was sweet. Handsome too. The way his chocolate eyes sparkled when he saw me. I wonder what he thinks about me? I quickly pushed those thoughts away. I was only going to be here for a couple of weeks. I already lost 2 days. 

           Billy stopped at a large wooden door. “This is him. Do you want me to stay?” I shook my head. “I should be okay. Thank you.” He gestured with his thumb behind him. “Okay, I’ll be just across the hall if you need me.” I thanked him once more and watched him disappear into his room. I took a deep breath and gently knocked on Michael’s door. I could hear shuffling from the other side and within seconds the door opened. Michael stood before me. Thick golden hair disheveled, and his usual tidy uniform was replaced by a black tee shirt and black ripped jeans. His face shifted from irritation to rage when he realized it was me. “Come to rub my nose in it?”

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Michael POV:

         “What exactly did you tell them? Because there are a lot of rumors going around?” (Y/n)’s brows furrowed in contemplation. “The truth, what did you hear?” Her voice was defiant and proud like she couldn’t believe what I was telling her. “Well..” I started as I walked around her. “Some people have been saying that I put a sleeping hex on you.” She scoffed and gestured to herself. “Do I look like the victim of a hex to you?” I have a feeling she doesn’t want to hear how she looks to me.  

         I carelessly brushed a strand of hair that was out of place back over her shoulder. She started to shrink under my curious gaze. My tongue moved to moisten my suddenly dry lips. She watched this action before looking away and swallowing hard. Well, what do we have here? Pink cheeks, nervous fidgeting, refusing to look at me, I think she might like me. Something about this squared my shoulders with pride. I wonder if I can make her forget her  pretentiousness. Or maybe I can use it to play with her. “Others are saying that you were so afraid of me that you fainted.”  

        She rolled her eyes and once more dramatically gestured to herself. “If I’m so afraid of you, why would I be here?!” Got her. I lifted my arms in an exaggerated stretch and smirked as her eyes immediately went to the small patch of skin revealed by my tee shirt lifting. This is too easy. “That reminds me, why are you here, (y/n)?” I lowered my voice just a fraction and the effect was perfect. Her chest rose sharply as I spoke her name barely above a whisper. “I would have been alerted that I was no longer being punished for a crime I didn’t commit, but you wanted to do it. Alone. Why?” Her lip trembled slightly. Was she going to cry? Did I go too far with my teasing?  

        I was close to apologizing when she locked eyes with me again “I don’t really know, you were the first person I wanted to see when I woke up.” Her confidence caught me off guard. I backed up a fraction as I contemplated what she had just confessed. Does she even know what she just said? She must have, right? I mentally cursed myself as I felt my cheeks warm. “Sorry, I’m gonna go. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t get you into trouble on purpose. Bye!” She suddenly left me alone with my thoughts as she ran out of my room and down the hallway. Cute.

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(Y/n) POV

         I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life! Why did I act like that! He’s totally playing with me, and I let him get under my skin!  I ran straight to my room. “What’s wrong with you?” Amber was visibly annoyed by my sudden burst into our room. “Sorry. I just….embarrassed…ya know?” She rolled her eyes and returned to applying her makeup. “No.” There was a sudden knock on the door which startled Amber into smearing her eyeliner. I tried to suppress a smile. Why does she have such a bad attitude today? She didn’t even have anything to say about the fact that I’d been asleep for two days in the infirmary.

         I opened the door revealing Michael in his usual tidy uniform. “You change fast.” His breath hitched only a fraction at my comment. “Sorry, did that sound weird?” Amber was suddenly beside me. “Well, well, (y/n). Aren’t you going to introduce me to your very handsome friend?” Michael suddenly looked from me to her with a tight smile. “My name is Michael Langdon, you should leave.” I opened my mouth to object to his rudeness, but Amber seemed to be under some sort of influence. “Of course. I’ll be going.” Her voice was monotone. Michael moved out of her way and she left. “Why did you do that? It’s rude to just use your magic on people like that!” He shrugged before gesturing inside. “I was practicing for the 7 wonders, May I come in?” I stood firmly in his way. “Why?”   

           He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. “I need your help with magic.” I raised a skeptical brow and crossed my arms. “Why would you need my help?” He bit onto his bottom lip and sighed in defeat. “Because I put way too much into my spells and I always end up exhausted. I need your help learning self control… Please?” My chest fluttered at his soft tone. He was really self conscious about this. “Okay.” I stepped to the side and allowed him into my room. To my dismay he immediately began exploring and touching everyone’s things. “Which bed is yours?” I took a seat in the middle of the floor. “None of your business, now come here.” He pointed to the bed behind me. “It’s that one. I know it.”  

          He was correct, but I kept my face unreadable. “Michael~” He sighed in defeat and sat in front of me crossing his long legs as he did so. “You are all business, miss (L/n).” I nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah.” He laughed softly at my comment. I admired the way his stone face came to life when he smiled. “You don’t need to be so serious.” I gestured to him. “What about you? You are so serious.” One part of the rumor was true. He did scare me when he shouted in the classroom. Seing him relaxed like this, I wouldn’t believe he was the same person. “Why did you get so upset before?” He raised a curious brow waiting for me to clarify. “When I said you have nothing to prove.” He nodded as he understood what I was asking.  

         “You have no idea how much pressure is on me to perform well and learn fast. My father..has plans for me.” Is he not dead? Why would he need a summoning circle if his father isn’t dead. Thoughts raced around my mind about witch unions with demonic spirits resulting in powerful children to keep their bloodline strong. “Your father’s a demon.” 

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Michael POV

           How could she assume something so close to the truth? I have told her absolutely nothing! I wanted to run. She noticed my discomfort and rested a warm hand onto my knee. “I’m sorry, it isn’t my business. You seem like you would like to keep your personal life private.” I relaxed under her touch. Did she mean that? Did she really not expect answers from me? Everyone expects so much from me. “How did you know my father wasn’t a warlock?” She shrugged. “Billy said that you contact him with summoning circles and he assumes that your dad is dead, but you just confirmed he was alive. It’s pretty common for witches from powerful bloodlines to couple with demons in order to keep their lines powerful. I just put the pieces together.” I suddenly couldn’t shake the thought of if she were one of those witches. Could she know what I was and still want me? Did she crave power like those witches did. “Would you couple with a demon for power?”  

         She choked on something. Whether it was saliva, air, or her own embarrassment, she couldn’t stop coughing. “What?” Heat rushed to my cheeks as I repeated myself. “Would you have sex with a demon in order to gain power?” She shook her head, and my stomach tightened in an unfamiliar sensation, was I disappointed? No I was familiar with that feeling. This was new to me. “I would have to really like someone to let them into my bed. Plus, it wouldn’t give me power, only give me a powerful child.” A small flicker of hope washed my discomfort away. She didn’t say that she wouldn’t let a demon into her bed, just that she had to really like them.   

         A sudden thought of jealousy plagued my thoughts and washed away my short lived hope. “Who is Billy?” She pointed to me. “Your dorm neighbor “Billy Banks.” Realization finally overcame me. She was talking about that twiggy boy who’s room is across the hall from mine. “William… How do you know him?” Her lips were plump from her anxious habit of biting them, and at my question they pulled into a smirk. “Why? Jealous?” A single beat didn’t even pass before I answered. “Yes.” 

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(Y/N) POV

        I shivered from the intensity of his ocean eyes and sudden confession. The room was suddenly cold but my body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to move but his gaze pinned me in place daring me to react or move. I looked nervously at my hand still resting on his knee. His head tilted to the side as he watched me. He made no move at all. It was like a game of chess and it was my move. I suddenly swallowed a lump in my throat. “He’s a friend.” No reaction at all. What did I even want from this? I wanted Michael to move, to do anything to break this tension between us. “(Y/n)...” his voice was rough and low. He spoke my name like it was a flower. Something precious. “Michael?…” I didn’t notice when we started getting closer.  

        “I want to kiss you…” Oh my… his voice was nothing but a breathy whisper that made my entire body ache. “Please do…” I expected him to suddenly smirk or tease me, but the tension only continued to build. “I’ve never done it before… will you show me?”  He couldn’t be serous. I leaned back to see his face still held that intensity. Maybe he was. I was breathless and couldn’t find the words to say okay, so I nodded and moved my hands to rest onto his shoulders. I liked this side of Michael. He seemed so sweet. “Close your eyes.” My voice was weak. Just barely over a whisper and it showed how nervous I was. Michael’s eyelids closed slowly displaying his reluctance to look away from me.  

           Once they were closed I moved closer and my hands raised to cradle his head while I tilted it up to meet my trembling lips. He inhaled sharply at the contact. His lips were warm and soft and I started moving mine against them. His hands held me firmly against his chest as he began to reciprocate. He couldn’t possibly be new at this. Kissing him felt so right. I could feel an ache between my legs and I absentmindedly started to move my hips as the kiss deepened. I couldn’t control the moan that slipped past my lips and into his mouth. My tongue teased his bottom lip as I was more than eager to taste him. He parted his lips for me, and I slipped inside. He was very new to this. He tentatively began to explore my mouth with his tongue and moved me onto my back as he grew more comfortable.  

           He pulled away and looked down at me. His hair was once more disheveled, his pupils were blown until they swallowed the beautiful blue. He pulled his tie down a fraction to make it easier for him to breathe and I felt very self-conscious of my own position sprawled out beneath him. He was between my legs already with my skirt slipping up my thighs. He was shaking with his hands on either side of my head. “Michael…” He closed his eyes and groaned at the sound of my voice. “Please don’t say anything… I need to calm down.” Why? “Do you want to stop?” His eyes snapped open. Instead of his pupils covering his Iris his entire eye was black resembling his demon heritage. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of you.” He scoffed softly as he tried to control his heavy breathing. “You should be. If you had any idea what I wanted to do to you, you would be.”  

          I lifted my hand against his straining erection resulting in a strangled moan falling from his lips as he fell forward. “I’m not stupid, Michael. I know what you want to do to me. Have you ever… before?” He shook his head as I continued to rub my thumb against him. “I can help you. If you want?” He pressed his forehead against my shoulder as I started stroking him with my whole hand. “Have you ever..?” I bit onto my lip as I contemplated what to say. In my experience guys didn’t like it when girls have been with other guys, but I can’t lie to him.

         “Once, but it was a while ago, and I didn’t really want it. I just didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.” I tried to push back the memories, but luckily Michael pulled me into the present here with him his unnatural eyes looking into mine. “Do you want THIS?” I nodded slowly. “Very much, yes.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Then tell me what I need to do.” I looked over to my bed. “Let’s move to the bed. As much as I want you, the floor still isn’t how I want you to experience your first time.” His eyes started to shift back to their magnificent blue irises. “Are you here with me?” He nodded and placed affectionate kisses along my jaw and collar bone. “You’re really sweet, (y/n). Thank you for thinking of me, but I also want your first time with me to be perfect.”  

         He reluctantly pulled away from me and helped me to stand. “Which bed is yours? Or should I just pick one and hope for the best?” His lips tickled my ear as he spoke making me laugh and shiver from the sensation. “You guessed right earlier.” His tongue darted out to wet the corner of his mouth. “I knew it.” He picked me up so suddenly that I squeaked. “I thought you were an angel? Are you a mouse now?” I couldn’t contain my laughter at his playful tone. He placed me down on the bed flat on my back and I sighed in relief when his lips began kissing me tenderly. My own lips chased after his when he suddenly pulled away. “What do I do now?” anything you want to me. “It helps if you make sure I am ready for you first.” His brows furrowed as he examined me trying to understand what I meant. “You remember how I was stroking you?” He nodded slowly. “Well, you can touch me too. Girls become wet when we want sex. We also become looser when aroused, but you can make sure I am stretched enough to handle you.” his brows furrowed together as he took in this information, but he remained irritatingly still. The more time passed the more desperate I became. “Michael, please just touch me.” My voice came out as a soft whine that caused his eyes to darken. “I like that sound.” 

       I grabbed his hand and slipped it into  my panties. “I will make it more if you touch me like this.” His nimble fingers explored my aching vulva, and as his middle finger teased my entrance I whimpered. “Please, Michael.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck as he gently pushed his finger inside of me. “You are very wet. You must really want this huh? Tell me how much you want it?” He began moving his finger in and out as he experimented with the right movement and tried different angles. “I want this so badly, Michael. You can stretch me more with another finger. Once you can fit about three fingers in me I will be ready for your cock.” He quirked a brow at that. “Cock?” I frustratingly reached down to show him what I meant. “This.” He groaned at the sudden contact and awarded me with another finger inside my soaked hole. “This is going to go inside of me, and then I’m yours.” 

      His hips bucked at my words. “Mine? Do you mean it? You will be mine?” I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Michael. All yours.” One more finger stretched me. I gripped his forearm as he curled the fingers inside of me earning a sharp moan.He suddenly groaned in irritation and looked down at me apologetically. “You are going to hate this, but we have to stop.”   

        I sat up suddenly worried. “Why, what’s wrong?” He slipped his fingers out of me and headed into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet washcloth and began cleaning the mess between my legs. He leaned in for one more kiss then adjusted himself and tidied his uniform. “The grand chancellor is on his way with the supreme.” He helped me onto my feet and tidied my hair and uniform before taking a seat onto the floor. I quickly placed candles around him and he began holding them in front of him to light them with his mind but they weren’t lighting. “I usually use my blood to light them.”I was surprised that he couldn’t complete such a simple task the traditional way. “You can’t light them this way?” He sighed  in exaggerated irritation. “What do you want from me? I am obviously struggling! That’s why I came to you in the first place!” Michael winked as a knock sounded at the door. I quickly opened it revealing the two people that Michael said were on their way. “(Y/n), what are you two doing in here?” Cordelia asked and examined Michael as he lit the candle with his mind. “I did it!” The grand chancellor spoke next. “Are you helping him practice the 7 wonders?” 

#michael langdon x reader #michael langdon #hawthorn Michael #Michael Langdon imagine #Michael Langdon fluff #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x you #Michael langdon x witch #enemies to lovers #slow burn #bad boy #michael langdon au

[weepingwidar]

Róbert Berény (Hungarian, 1887-1953) - Sleeping Lady with Black Vase (1927-1928)

#robert bereny #robért berény #this presumed long lost painting was found per accident as part of the set dressing of the movie stuart little

[lesbianrobin]

lesbianrobin fic scraps #3: the working title for this one was a drake and josh reference

What does getting the guest room ready even mean?

The guest room is right across from Steve's. It has that same matching wallpaper and curtains thing going that his bedroom does, just in pale yellow flowers rather than black and white plaid. He's pretty sure it was supposed to be a nursery, but that never happened. Mom blamed Dad and Dad blamed Steve. According to Dad, Steve just sucked so bad they never wanted to try again. According to Mom, Dad’s an evil asshole who wouldn’t let her have all the babies she wanted. Sometimes when things had been good for a little while, they’d change the story, that they tried for awhile and it just didn’t pan out, or that they were perfectly content with their one lovely boy and never even considered having more, but of course they always lied in front of each other and Steve knew better than to trust the bullshit they fed him whenever they insisted on playing the happy family. Both of them were only ever honest with Steve when nobody else was around. 

The whole thing’s ironic. That’s what irony is, right? Dad never wanted the girl that Mom swore would save their marriage, and now the second she’s gone he’s changed his mind.

Dad said Maxine is twelve. That’s the same age as Mike and all his little friends, which means that she’s, like, a whole person with opinions and she’ll probably be just as miserable about the situation as Steve is. He is miserable, right? He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t need strangers in his house acting like they’re family. Dad’s new wife is either just as shitty as he is or she’s too good for him, and Steve’s not exactly thrilled about either prospect. How evil can he be? Stealing some poor woman and her daughter away from sun and sand only to make them rot in Hawkins. Maybe the lady’s an asshole or an idiot, but her kid’s just a kid. Like Will Byers. Living her life and then one day she just gets dragged to hell. 

Maybe it’s just his own shitty memories making everything look shitty, but this room is depressing. Steve wouldn’t want to live here. His room can be kind of depressing, too, but at least it’s his. He's used to it, he doesn't need to love it. Maxine should love her bedroom, but she won't unless he makes some serious changes. The bedding in here’s all wrong for a kid. Plain white sheets and a big ruffled comforter with a mountain of fancy throw pillows. Steve would have felt like he was staying at his grandma’s house if he had to sleep in that when he was twelve. There’s a heavy vase with fake, dusty flowers on the desk, gold sconces on the wall on either side of the headboard, and a random porcelain doll propped up in the antique chair in the corner. 

Steve takes down the sconces. There are big nails sticking out, so he’ll have to find something else to go there, because he has no clue how to patch holes in walls. Maybe, like, shelves? A clock on one and some kind of art hanging on the other? Maybe he could just get an empty frame and then she could get a poster of whatever stuff she likes to put in it. While he's at it, he should probably get some things for the bathroom, too. He's never shared a bathroom with anyone before. Should he get a new toothbrush holder? The one he has now is kind of old and gross. He grabs the creepy doll, leaves the bedroom, and stuffs the doll and the sconces into the hall closet. It's full of stuff that Mom keeps swearing she'll pick up someday soon.

It's weird to hate his mom. He doesn't have much practice at it, but he's getting there. She took almost everything in the living room and all the art on their walls. Steve always assumed that if she decided to finally leave, she'd take him too. 

At least he already has a lot of practice at being wrong.

For once when he leaves the house with his dad's credit card and little else, he actually has a reason. Usually it's just to get out. It's supposed to be a forty-five minute drive to the mall, but rain starts pouring down halfway there and it ends up taking a little over an hour because nobody knows how to fucking drive. He's lucky enough to snag a spot right outside the Sears entrance and run inside without getting completely drenched, though his shoes won't stop squeaking on the tile.

He doesn't have the time or really know how to replace wallpaper, so he's gotta work with the yellow flowers. Steve's always liked yellow. It can be hard to pull off in clothing form, but it reminds him of sunshine and dandelions and bananas and a million other awesome things that Maxine hopefully likes too. But what if she doesn't? He can't lean into the yellow too hard.

The bedding has to come first. It's the center of the room, and he can pick other stuff based on whatever will match it. Steve walks down the aisle and frowns. The sets all just look like old lady shit. Why does everything have to have flowers or ruffles on it or cost, like, a thousand dollars? The colors are all wrong, too. So many pinks, and he knows from Nancy that people just assume girls will like pink and then drown them in it, so he can't do that to Maxine. He looks around and sees the next aisle: KIDS' BEDDING. Thank fuckin' god.

Some of this stuff is terrible, too, covered in teddy bears and Rainbow Brite, but some of the ones marked TEEN BED SET are alright. One of them has skateboards all over it. Steve considers it for a second, because skateboarding is pretty cool, but it doesn't match the wallpaper at all and it's kind of too specific for a kid he's never met. Maybe she broke her arm skateboarding once and now she has skateboard trauma.

#em talks #lesbianrobin.ficscraps

[thescribeoflostmemories]

The Moon represents my heart

Side note: I just found out about the keep reading button. I'm no longer on the phone. I did this instead of sleeping.

Pt 1

(yandere(?) Capitano x wife! reader)

Uh continuation, if I have to be honest. I have no idea what the hell is this story's heading, Scribe take the wheel!

"I can't drive!"- Scribe

@youyue

warnings: Violence, swearwords

“I fucking hate you!” You threw the glass vase next to your monster of a husband. The maid outside is probably scared to death since she was new to the manor. Both of you are supposed to be practicing ballroom dance but turned into a deadly tango. The knife that was hidden on your thigh, discarded on the floor.

It has been more than sixty (60) days since you've last seen your family, not even a farewell to them. Swiped the items around, similarly to a child having a tantrum. Though your spouse didn't seem to mind it, in fact it's amusing to him seeing his beloved woman so worked up on his victory over you. Nothing more than a mere hiccup in your relationship, because soon enough you'll be quiet on your own.

"Dove." He tried to reason with you. But that nickname infuriates you to no end, even more when it usually means everything you aren't and don't have.

"Stop calling me that." Your voice faltered, you looked so helpless underneath that hardened façade.

His gloved hand touched your shoulder, shrugged him off. "I don't need your fucking pity. Just let me die to a hound or some shit!" You screeched at him. To be honest, he takes joy in you challenging him like this.

"Then be ready tomorrow morning, you're coming with me. That’s final." You were about to retort but was silenced by his cold embrace compared to the everlasting winters of Snezhnaya. If you were being honest, being dead is better than staying here with him.

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True to his word, you were prepared for the day. Your handmaiden dressed you in a somewhat familiar style of clothes, flexible to move swiftly in, lighter but enough to not let you freeze to death outside.

“Is it to your liking?” Ciara asked, eyes closed and bowing to you. Submissive, demure… It’s disgusting to think you’re supposed to act like that, grinning and letting it all happen.

“Like a glove.” You put on the black eyepatch not wanting to be seen with the accursed scar.

“My lady, if I may.” Nodded, letting her help you by putting some powder to make sure it won’t be visible. 

You thanked her for her help before exiting your shared quarters, the maids stopped and bowed when you passed by. Only a bitter look on your face remained, holding every resentment you have for the very man that’s waiting for you at the entrance.

“You look the same as ever.” He says, trying to complement. But is he though? The hasty judgment and bias got the better of you.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Your eyes narrowing at him. He merely huffs, leaving you to follow him outside for whatever he had planned for today.

During the ride, you realized something. You haven't seen the outside world since your icy marriage. The snowflakes danced past you like little fairies that a story book you’ve once read.

Arriving at the destination with a serpentine like suggestion, both of you arrived at the wintery palace that sits proudly upon the moor. Opulent, and imperial, no doubt your siblings would never witness this in their lifetime. Capitano got out first, helping you down like he taught you a couple of times.

“So, why are we here?” Looking up at him, it was breathtaking for him seeing an innocent scarred face like yours sprinkled with the falling snow. 

“Is it wrong for me to let my wife know what I usually do?” That earned a scowl from you, following him into the icy keep that is the Zapolyarny palace.

Your husband’s footsteps overshadows yours, echoing in the building. Following to the office and filing a report. So you just sat down on the plush couch that didn’t seem to be recently used.

“I doubt there are some books that you might like.” At this point you can’t even tell if he’s being rude, or just trying to be considerate. So you kept quiet, it's really just awkward silence between you both. Only the sound of his writing can be heard.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Enter." Your husband commanded.

"Sorry for my intrusion, but I am here to deliver a message." That voice, you recognize that anywhere.

"Simeon?" A smile appeared on your face once you saw the familiar mop of red hair. Bright blue eyes shine when he sees you. And hydro vision that rests on his ear. 

"Eh? Ah, ___, lil' firecracker!" You jumped to his embrace, relieved to see a friendly face. With your electro vision and his hydro created a tiny spark. 

"It's been so long!" Simeon hugged your waist and swished you around while you laughed.

"It's unexpected of you to be here." The servant of the law says, curious to why you're here and not in Natlan.

"Uhm…  Well… " Hesitant eye looked at Capitano whose burning stares couldn't be ignored.

"And your eye-?" Simeon was about to touch your eyepatch but was stopped by the gruff voice of Capitano.

"I suggest you leave if you're here to flirt with my wife." Even if you are wed to him, the fact remains that you could still be won over if he's defeated or killed. 

"Ah, uhm. Right." Simeon let you go, making you huff at your spouse.

But that was a couple of days ago, you had received news from your handmaiden that he is unable to talk to you. Walking into the training grounds, you didn’t wear the clothes that he had laid out for you, instead you borrowed a tunic and some pants from Ciara. "I heard that a certain someone was injured, the same person who was acquainted with you just a while ago and is now under a cleric's care." Your voice sounded, as agents turned their heads to you. 

" Wait, you mean that lawyer guy? He said-" A soldier seemed surprised. 

" Funny to talk about him, Dove. He got in my way of training. That hit was meant for someone else." Capitano blocked your view of the agent.

" He's my friend, you didn't have to hurt him." Getting closer, seeing how your figure sways abit, tassels of hair frame your face.

" It was only a scratch" The masked man merely said. Not wanting to admit that your undeniable affection towards the lawyer threatens your spoken vows. 

" Oh, so you call breaking his kneecaps a scratch?" raising an eyebrow at him, arms crossed. Finally you’re in front of him, it’s hilarious how short stacked you are. Your eyes looking up to try and meet eye to eye within the endless darkness of his mask.

" And what if I told you I only cut his cheek?” You could feel him smiling underneath that mask.

"What a liar.” You frowned. 

"Dare to question my honor?" He’s amused. Pride swelled in his chest. It has been a while since you've try to fight back against him.

"You didn't seem so honorable when you took my freedom from me." Scoffing at him as Capitano put his hand on the sword’s hilt.

" Anyone who isn't my wife, leave the training ground, I'm giving you twenty seconds to scram." Everyone scrambled to escape the captain’s wrath.

" You may have power in this land, but hurting my friend is a big mistake." Finding it adorable that you're wearing his shirt. Apparently the girl couldn't distinguish between a shirt and a tunic due to his size. 

" What does my little dove want from me? " Seeing you so riled up and in his shirt lightened his mood a bit. 

" I demand satisfaction in a duel." The short girl below him, staring holes into his. 

“I’m no coward compared to that man-friend of yours.” and to which you replied with. 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” 

Couples had a stare down, circling each other. Lines were forged, weapons drawn. None made the first move until Capitano lunged at her with his sword at hand. Your shoe made contact with his blade, causing you to leap over him and strike him from the head. 

Gust of wind swatted your arrows from his mighty sword. He could see how you bend backwards to evade the sword going at you. Thin legs hooked onto his extended arm and hoisted yourself up. He didn't think his little dove would perch on his arm. Thoughts snap out when you greet him with an arrow to the face.  With his free arm shielded his face, letting himself off guard for you to escape his grasp. 

Your nimble body, twisting and turning wouldn’t be a problem for you to dodge his attacks. Your plan here is to at least injure him or even just a bruise. While avoiding his tactical swipes at you to push you into a corner and commence a defensive maneuver, which causes him to get a cut on the shirt.

"Pervert!" Face red before putting your weight on a tree branch. Unexpectedly it breaks under you. Screamed at the loss of foot holding that you lost your grip on the bow.

Metallic clinks grew faster as a strong arm caught your smaller build.

"As gentle as the moon." You could have sworn you saw sharp rows of teeth curled into a smile. 

It feels embarrassing to be in a situation like this, you didn't notice the full moon rising nor your arms around his neck. 

Snapping out of your thoughts, and grabbed a dagger from your belt to try and stab his face with it. He was prepared for that and he bit down on the blade as if it were a rose instead. You couldn't lie that it made your heart skip a beat, ears turned pink.

"P'tooy.. you had fun yet?" He teased after spitting out the knife from his mouth.

"Like hell I did!" Merely replying with a soft chortle. 

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Then there are times where you have to save his ass like the first time you found out he had left his claymore. 

"My lady, please calm down!" Ciara tried to pull you back into the house but lost her grip on you. 

"CAPITANO! YOU BASTARD, IF ANYONE'S GOING TO KILL YOU IT HAS TO BE ME!" Yelling from the top of your lungs as you got on top of your horse. Legs still sore from practice, you had gathered the few remaining men to aid you in battle. 

"I swear on the abyss that I WILL resurrect your ass and kill you myself!" Mumbling strings of curses that followed after that solemn promise into the wind that howled into the dead of night.

"Capitano…  if I fall, at least I was stuck with you instead of some pompous asshole."

" Hmph.. save that talk in bed, dove"

" Jerk, can't even talk about death in your face." 

"Until death does us part."

" So it does." 

#capitano x y/n #fatui capitano #capitano x you #capitano x reader #capitano #genshin fanfic #yandere capitano

[smolandweirdwriter]

Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Three

Babe wake up new slang just dropped: “gnawin’ on leather” 

Her pa doesn’t like mr poe gives “my dad won’t let us watch horror movies so you have to sneak them over in a different dvd cover if we’re gonna watch a horror movie when you sleep over later tonight” omg rowena & serafina girltime au?? (Lol sorry)

Oooooh the dynamo’s busted I wonder what thaaat meeeaannnssss (hehehe)

Biltmore being one of the few homes to have electricity is a nice reminder of the time period

“she’d been trying to follow [her pa’s] rules at least some of the time” lol

“Spotting an upholstered chair she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingernails over the plush fabric” REAL

Her being shocked at flower vases & the idea of flowers INSIDE the house is so funny

Awwww poor sera, looking for her momma and siblings everywhere…

Serafina is super smart. just putting that out there. She’s brilliant and I love her

Oop the first description of Edith Vanderbilt kinda gives chatgpt-generated ngl (obviously it wasn’t bc it predates chatgpt & shitty ai writing generators, & this book is SO MUCH BETTER than anything an AI could generate regardless) 

“A refined and attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt had a pale complexion and a full head of dark hair, and she seemed at ease in her role of hostess as she moved through the room.” Idk what about this makes me think “AI generated” but it just DOES

“Serafina loved to climb the tapestries at night and run her fingernails down through the soft fabric” AGAIN SHES SO REAL FOR THIS

OHOHOHO MR THORNE NAMEDROP:

“I’m sure that most of you already know Mr. Montgomery Thorne,”… Mrs. Vanderbilt said with a gentle sweep of her arm toward a gentleman. “He has graciously offered to play [the violin] for us today.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Mr. Thorne said with a smile as he stepped forward. ... To Serafina, who’d been listening to Biltmore’s visitors her entire life, he didn’t sound like he came from the mountains of North Carolina, or from New York like the Vanderbilts. He spoke with the accent of a southern gentleman, maybe from Georgia or South Carolina.”

Serafina having an eye for fashion was NOT what I was expecting from this reread lol (she describes mr t’s outfit then says “all of which she thought went nicely with his silvery-black hair and perfectly trimmed sideburns”)

Hmmm interesting she actually sympathizes with/likes mr Thorne at first?? I did nOT recall that

Lol serafina liking to watch mr Thorne’s fingers move as he plays and wanting to pounce on them is so Cat of her

OMG BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN

Apparently he looks “sickly, a little frail even” which I do not recall, but hes also got “watchful, sensitive brown eyes” and “a rather fetching tussle of wavy brown hair”

“Are you lost?” WE GOT IT WE GOT THE LINE but more importantly we got the NEXT LINE which is “May I help you find your way?” And hes described as not timid or shy but also not overly confident which I LOVE (fun fact this line is very similar to one of the characters of my other favorite kid’s book series, Keefe Sencen’s “you must be lost” line)

Lol Braeden always sharing his food with Gideon annoys the chefs i LOVE him

OMG HE BOWS TO HER WHEN SHE GIVES HIM HIS NAME LIKE SHE’S A PROPER LADY!!!!! MEN!!!! TAKE NOTES!!!!!! THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!!!

Name drop at last, missing girl’s name is Clara Brahms. Honestly I’m a little sad Clara isnt a recurring character later on. Braeden, Serafina, and Clara could’ve been a good trio 

OOOOHH “She had heard the servants in the kitchen joke that their master must have secretly found the Fountain of Youth” what a NICE SET UP for how the black cloak keeps people young & serafina’s suspicion of mr Vanderbilt

Mr Vanderbilt: *wears dress shoes to go riding*

serafina: criminal activity right there. Lock him up

This was my favorite chapter so far, probably because it introduces us to so many different characters and moving parts. I like Mr. Vanderbilt a lot more than I remember (as a historical figure now that I know more about him & also as a character) and Braeden is, of course, perfect in every way.

#serafina x braeden #serafina and the black cloak #serafina and the black cloak reread #serafina series #serafina and the splintered heart #serafina and the twisted staff #serafina and the seven stars

[mybworlds]

Chapter 1: A little bird in a cage

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Chapter summary: Sansa is a prisoner in King’s Landing, she is a victim of the harassment of the Lannisters; she would like to escape, but she does not know how.

Chapter warnings: violence, blood.

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

Sansa was alone, completely alone.

Her father had been killed, it was Joffrey. He accused his father as a traitor to the crown, but she knew what had led to her father's death: his principles, his honesty and his thirst for justice.

Her sister Arya was missing.

Her septa had been killed.

Her mother and her brother were considered traitors.

Sansa, in her naivety, had invoked and hoped that the one she considered her "sweet lord" would show kindness and clemency towards her family, towards her father, towards the father of the one she was supposed to marry, but this never happened. Joffrey had shown to his bride – to – be and all of King's Landing who he truly was: a monster.

A monster disguised as a king, a monster who hid well his nature with his round face, light eyes and blond hair, a monster who can hid very well if you knew how to please him.

It was an early morning, Sansa always woke up at the crack of dawn now.

Her heavy sleep, the one she had at Winterfell, was only a sweet memory.

Since that day, since that terrible day, Sansa could barely get a few hours' rest.

She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed how pale she was, how even her hair was dull.

She was turned off.

She began to brush her hair, long red tufts began to fall to the floor, doing that habitual gesture, Sansa thought that until a year ago she would never have combed her hair, she would have left the task to one of the maids, but that too was a pale memory.

Since she was living in King's Landing, she had changed, she had become even thinner and even taller, her hair had become longer, but her look was always that of a little girl too scared of everything and everyone.

The morning of King Joffrey’s name day dawned bright and windy, with the long tail of the great comet visible through the high scuttling clouds. Sansa was watching it from her tower window when Ser Arys Oakheart arrived to escort her down to the tourney grounds. “What do you think it means?” she asked him. “Glory to your betrothed,” Ser Arys answered at once. “See how it flames across the sky today on His Grace’s name day, as if the gods themselves had raised a banner in his honor. The smallfolk have named it King Joffrey’s Comet.” Doubtless that was what they told Joffrey; Sansa was not so sure. “I’ve heard servants calling it the Dragon’s Tail.” “King Joffrey sits where Aegon the Dragon once sat, in the castle built by his son,” Ser Arys said. “He is the dragon’s heir—and crimson is the color of House Lannister, another sign. This comet is sent to herald Joffrey’s ascent to the throne, I have no doubt. It means that he will triumph over his enemies.” Is it true? she wondered. Would the gods be so cruel? Her mother was one of Joffrey’s enemies now, her brother Robb another. Her father had died by the king’s command. Must Robb and her lady mother die next? The comet was red, but Joffrey was Baratheon as much as Lannister, and their sigil was a black stag on a golden field. Shouldn’t the gods have sent Joff a golden comet?

Sansa closed the shutters and turned sharply away from the window. “You look very lovely today, my lady,” Ser Arys said. “Thank you, ser.” Knowing that Joffrey would require her to attend the tourney in his honor, Sansa had taken special care with her face and clothes. She wore a gown of pale purple silk and a moonstone hair net that had been a gift from Joffrey. The gown had long sleeves to hide the bruises on her arms. Those were Joffrey’s gifts as well. When they told him that Robb had been proclaimed King in the North, his rage had been a fearsome thing, and he had sent Ser Boros to beat her. “Shall we go?” Ser Arys offered his arm and she let him lead her from her chamber. If she must have one of the Kingsguard dogging her steps, Sansa preferred that it be him. Ser Boros was short-tempered, Ser Meryn cold, and Ser Mandon’s strange dead eyes made her uneasy, while Ser Preston treated her like a lackwit child. Arys Oakheart was courteous and would talk to her cordially. Once he even objected when Joffrey commanded him to hit her. He did hit her in the end, but not hard as Ser Meryn or Ser Boros might have, and at least he had argued. The others obeyed without question . . . except for the Hound, but Joff never asked the Hound to punish her. He used the other five for that.

The young woman could now only move in that way, she was in a cage. The one in which she lived was a golden cage in which she had the illusion of being able to fly, but then there were always the beatings or the various harassments to remind her of the place in which she lived.

She arrived near the royal box on which King Joffrey, his sister Myrcella and his little brother Tommen were all excited at the idea of ​​being able to participate in the tournament in their own way, behind them towered the Hound, as imposing as he was scary as always.

"Your Highness." Sansa greeted with a short bow.

Joffrey gave her a quick look. “Sit down and let me watch the tournament!” the boy ordered her sharply, Sansa lowered her gaze and complied. Sansa hoped that sooner or later she could change her king, she deluded herself that with her gentle ways sooner or later the beast who sat on the Iron Throne could become a king worthy of the name.

“Ser Hobber of House Redwyne, of the Arbor,” the herald sang.

“Lothor Brune, freerider in the service of Lord Baelish,” cried the herald.

“Cut off his head!” King Joffrey shouted amusedly.

The two knights began a fight to the death, Sansa had never tolerated the sight of blood, she had seen very little of it, or at least until she arrived in the South. From that moment on she had seen too much blood...

She trusted that she was strong by now and had gotten used to it, but seeing that man bleeding to death made her feel deeply bad, the King laughed and actually incited the other knight to cut off his opponent's head. Far from displeasing His Grace, the other soldier obeyed and Sansa closed her eyes, placing a hand over her heart.

The sight reminded her of the execution of her father, Ned Stark.

“Is something wrong, My Lady?” Joffrey asked her with feigned interest. Sansa forced herself to open her eyes and look at the young man's face "You are very pale, is something bothering you?"

Sansa cracked a smile. “It's all right, Your Grace. I'm very warm. Could I retreat to my rooms?” he asked in the sweetest tone the girl possessed.

"Now? But how? Now Ser Hobber will bring the loser's head before me. Don't you want to please your King?”

Sansa swallowed. “As you command, Your Highness.”

Ser Hobber arrived shortly after holding the sword still dripping blood in one hand and the mercenary's head in the other, he held it out at Joffrey's feet who with a chilling smile showed it to Sansa who forced herself to endure that sight.

“Thank you for your services.” Joffrey said with a small smile.

“Ser Meryn?” continued the sovereign. “See that this head is placed on a pike.”

"Of cours, My King." the Royal Guard said without another word.

A few moments later Joffrey gave permission for the young Stark to retreat to her rooms: he had gotten what he wanted. The fear and respect of her bride – to – be.

Sansa was escorted by the Hound to her chambers, neither she nor Clegane said a word.

The girl was sincerely shocked, she understood that Joffrey was a sadist, but stupidly she kept hoping that things would get better sooner or later and instead they just got worse.

“I already gave you this advice, but perhaps the little bird didn't understand me.” he said harshly.

Sansa, head down, said, "I thought things could get better..."

Sandor laughed “Silly little bird, do you really think someone like the King can change?” the man abruptly reminded her “Either you are really stupid or you are just too naive!” he added.

The young woman lowered her head, the Hound made her uncomfortable when he called her 'little bird' or scolded her: the effect was the same.

"Look at me!" he exclaimed in an almost angry tone "Always give him what he wants and he won't hurt you, tell him no and he'll put you through hell, dare to contradict him and you'll have a decidedly unhappy time."

Sansa looked at him sadly "And take away that look, you will never have King Joffrey’s mercy!"

“How can I win him then?” Sansa dared to ask, looking at the man's unburned side.

The man laughed again “You're asking the wrong person. If you want some fucking love advice, then you should talk to one of the Queen's women, they always know what to say and when to say it.

In any case, little bird, your heart is too soft. You won't get anywhere like this. You have to learn to lie to survive.”

They arrived in front of the girl's rooms, the Hound, just before leaving her, said to her «What a pretty little thing you are. A hound smells the stench of lies, you know? Look around and smell carefully: they’re all liars here…»  then he left her alone and confused.

That evening, as well as the following evenings, Sansa did not sleep well.

She often thought about her brothers, her sister, her mother, she hoped and prayed with all her heart that they were safe or at least alive wherever they were. Sansa was afraid about her life, but also for all the people dear to her, she couldn't bear to be the last living Stark.

#the princess in the north and the hound #game of thrones #fanfic #got #game of thrones fic #game of thrones fanfiction #got fanfiction #got fic #the houndxsansa #the hound #sandor clegane #sansa x sandor #richard armitage #sophie turner

[acidh2otoby]

Cats?

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

No warnings, this is a nice happy story 👍

You had gone on a couple dates with Leon Kennedy after Chris Redfield introduced you to him. You immediately thought he was attractive and wanted to get to know him, but you didn't exactly expect to hear him ask you out since it's not every day you find another gay man.

This date was gonna be a little different. No, you two hadn't made it official yet but you were hoping that tonight was the night that changed. Leon had mentioned a date night at your house. You didn't mind, you actually thought it was a great idea until you got home and was greeted by your black cat, Loki.

You didn't know if Leon liked cats or not. Was he allergic? Oh god, what if he hates cats?

When the date night came around, you were nervous but managed to clean up a little. Loki had managed to vomit up a storm in your living room while you were sleeping the night prior.

"I told you not to eat the lady bugs!" You semi-yelled at Loki as he watched you scrub the puke off the floor.

Once that had been taken care of, you grab some movies that you owned and put them on a specific shelf so you knew where they were. You didn't know if the date would be a movie night or a 'late night talk' night.

A knock on your door made you jump a little before you rushed to the door. Even though you knew Leon would be coming over, you always still double check and looked through the peephole. There stood Leon, one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back. He looked a little nervous, it was really cute to you.

You smiled and unlocked the door before opening it, the look of nervousness Leon had seemed to vanish almost entirely once he saw you.

"Hey, come in." You greeted, you still weren't sure if you could trust your neighbors in your sexuality so you played it safe and made sure that any romantic interaction would be inside.

Leon stepped inside and handed you a small bouquet of flowers. "I, uh, saw them at the store and thought I should get you one." Leon said, a nervous smile on his face.

How the hell is this man so hot and cute at the same time?

"Thank you, that's very nice of you." You said, gently taking the bouquet from his hands. His shoulders seem to relax a bit as you smelled the flowers.

You told Leon to make himself at home while you put the flowers in a vase, totally forgetting the reason you were nervous until...

"Oh, hi?" You heard Leon say faintly from the kitchen.

Who was he talking to? It's just you and him... And your cat!

You quickly finished up before trying to calmly walk into the living room to see Loki sniffing Leon's hand.

Leon was kneeled down on the floor as he held his hand out in front of Loki. You weren't concerned about your cat hurting Leon since he was very friendly and sociable, but you didn't know how Leon felt about cats.

"His name is Loki." You said, hoping you wouldn't have to put your cat in another room until Leon left.

"Loki? Like the Norse God of mischief?" Leon asked, turning to you with a slight smirk.

"Yeah... I'm a mythology nerd." You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck in embarrassment.

Leon chuckled a little before he turned back to Loki and gently started petting his head. The cat started purring loudly, like he normally does. You sat on the couch beside the void and watched the interaction. A smile grew on Leon's face, which made you mentally sigh in relief.

"Is he always this friendly?" Leon asked, rubbing Loki's ears.

"Yeah, he's the best cat I've had. He's got a big heart that's full of love for everyone." You said, petting Loki's torso a little.

Loki rolled over so his stomach was showing. Leon moved his hand to pet his belly before you grabbed his hand.

"Careful, he doesn't like belly rubs, but he loves chest rubs." You said, guiding Leon's hand to Loki's chest area.

Leon did as told while Loki continued to purr. The night continued, and you eventually picked Loki up off the couch and put him in your lap so Leon could sit on the couch. But, Loki left you to sit with Leon not too long after.

You were glad that Leon liked cats and you were also glad that Loki liked your now official boyfriend. Once Leon moved in with you, he bought Loki some toys and learned what craziness zoomies and cat nip can cause.

#gay #leon kennedy #male reader #cats

[cassieuncaged]

Ship Songs

List 5-10 songs that relate to your OTP

Tagged by @roofgeese and @aceghosts.

No pressure tags: @emotionalcadaver, @emilynightshade89, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @unholymilf, @voidika @captastra and anyone I might have missed

OTP: Dog Tags and Flower Crowns - Maggie x Elias

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison

All I have is yours All you see is mine And I'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime

Strange Powers - Magnetic Fields

The Sun falls down like honey The Moon pours down like mercury The stars fall down like money And you come back to me And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers

Our House - Crosby, Stills, and Nash

I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours, While I listen to you play your love songs All night long for me, only for me. Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, Everything is done. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated By the evening sunshine through them, Fiery gems for you, only for you.

Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones

Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding, sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile

He's My Baby - Noire

He's my baby Ain't it something I'm a mess all for you Walking home, just to hear you say "Hey baby how's your day?"

Don't go changing, I will believe in you Don't know if you'd stay, it's all good if you do

OTP: Dancing in the Flames - Wren x Rick

Chinatown - Bleachers

But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Oh, the night is my world City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters

In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walkin' Down the street of my soul

Only You - Yazoo

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door

So Alive - Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby But your hair is long and brown Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long And you don't come from this town

My head is full of magic, baby And I can't share this with you The feel I'm on a cross again, lately But there's nothing to do with you

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

OTP: Bullets, Bombs and Baggage - Reggie x John

John Wayne - Lady Gaga

3 a.m., Mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he laughs Runnin' through the red lights Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin' Big swig, toss another beer can Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Disorder - Joy Division

What means to you, what means to me And we will meet again I'm watching you, I'm watching Oh I'll take no pity from your friends Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know

I Can Change - LCD Sound System

Oh, this is the time, the very best time So give me a line and take me home Take me over But dashing the hopes, dashing the hopes And smashing the pride The morning's got you on the ropes, oh

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down I can see you standin' next to me In and out somewhere else right now You sigh, look away I can see it clear as day Close your eyes, so afraid Hide behind that baby face

Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

Needing you now to come into me Feeling it slow, over this dream Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

When you're above feeling it still Tell me it's love, tell me it's real Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss

#ship songs #long post #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #otp: dancing in the flames #otp: bullets bombs and baggage

[kiss-the-ghuleh]

Sinbound: Chapter 2

No warnings. 

I awoke as the sunlight hits my face. I pull the covers over my head, taking in for a moment the events of the night prior. A small smile creeps upon my face. I feel around the bed, looking for Papa. I sit up and glance around the room. A mannequin that keeps his papal suit and miter upright is naked. He must have to attend to church like matters. The more Papa talked about his religion and the band associated with it, the more it all started to make sense and sounded a lot less evil than how others perceived it. Would an evil satanic man really comfort me during a terrible storm? A total stranger to him? As I get out of bed, I noticed a note on the coffee table. Papa told me he had mass to attend to and that I should wait for him to finish. He informed me of my room number and how to get there from his. Since its mass, most people of the Abbey would be busy there. I'll feel a little less embarrassed walking back to my room in this nightgown I was given.

The walk back to my room is peaceful. A few siblings are still wandering about and a few uh, ghouls are talking to each other. Papa told me that his bandmates are 'nameless ghouls' despite very much having names. I finally come to the door of my room. Upon entering, I see yet another note and some breakfast sitting on the table. This note was from the Cardinal. He informed me that he was told by Papa to send up breakfast and to check on me often while mass was in session. The smell of pancakes and juice fills my nose. A single black rose is sitting in a small vase on my breakfast tray.

Once I finished eating, a familiar small knock is heard again at my door.

"Good morning, Miss Lucrecia. I hope you sleep well last night, yes?" Cardinal Copia says upon entering.

"To be frank with you, Cardinal, I had an awful night. I ended up running out of my room and getting lost in the dark halls. I'm very much afraid of storms. Luckily, I ended up accidentally finding Papa's room. He took me in and held me without question."

"Ah. Well, the end of the night didn't seem so bad, huh?" Cardinal said with a wink. I giggle at the small man in red.

"I suppose you're right."

A monstrance-sounding clock rang out, signing it was the end of mass. A few moments pass before another knock is heard at my door. Terzo walks in, still dressed for mass.

"Ah, cara mia. I hope you had a wonderful morning, hm?" He said walking closer to me.

"I did. Thank you for sending the Cardinal up here. And uh, thank you for last night. Letting me stay the night and comforting me during the storm."

"It was an honor, my dear. Truly."

"I better be going now. I do have to get back home and go to work."

"Of course, of course. But please, don't be a stranger, eh? Come back anytime." Terzo said, holding my hands together in his. I nod in response. Papa walks me down to the front door. As we said our goodbyes, he kisses my cheek.

"Please, cara mia, do come back." I blush at his words.

"I will, Papa. I promise." I said back to him.

The walk back through the forest was just as peaceful as the day before. Coming out of the small, hidden path from the cemetery, a funeral is being held. I keep my head down and avoid the gaze of the people attending. I walk quickly back home, changing and leaving for work. The workday is long and boring. I keep catching myself thinking about the Abbey and everyone I met. I can't help but smile thinking back to how sweet Terzo was. An elderly lady walks up to the desk I'm standing at, ready to check out some books I assume.

"I know that smile." The old lady said.

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"I was young and in love once, too."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. But, I don't think I am in love." The old lady smiles at me.

"Bambina, I can see it in your eyes when you smile. You are very much in love with someone. I've been around for many, many years. I've seen many, many people in love." The woman signs her name on the receipt and winks at me, leaving with her bag full of old books. I shake my head at the thought. In love? I chuckle to myself.

A few days have passed since my morning of leaving the Abbey. It was finally one of my days off and I take my usual walk to the cemetery. I wander over to the fresh grave from the other day. Morbid curiosity. I give my most sincere blessings to the departed. Making my way around the small paths that cross one another, I see a small figure ahead. A small man, dressed in red, looking rather panicked.

"Cardinal Copia?" I said aloud. He looked over at me and smiled, clasping his hands again.

"Ah, Miss Lucrecia. Just who I am looking for." He said. "Papa has sent me out to find you. However, I don't know where you live, so I just decided to stand and wait, hoping you would show up."

"Cardinal, how long have you been out here?"

"About 9am. I did not want to go back to Papa without you. So I was either going to wait for you or wait out for Papa to go to bed and sneak back in later." I shake my head at him and smile.

"Alright, well, here I am. Shall we go?" I ask. Cardinal Copia offers me his arm and we walk back to the Abbey. Moments pass with idle conversation as we approach the steps of the Abbey.

"Papa should be in his office by now. Please, let me take you there." As we enter the doors, I see two familiar men in the corridor. I glance up at the windows. It's the first two brothers.

"Copia! You got yourself a lady, hm?" The bald one says, sipping his coffee.

"Huh? Oh! Uh, no. No. This is Miss Lucrecia. A friend of Terzo's. She was here a few nights ago." A knowing glance is shared between the two brothers.

"Ah, that makes much more sense." The same man says. "Pardon me, Miss Lucrecia. I am Secundo and this is my brother, Primo."

"Hello. And please, don't be so formal. You can just call me Lucrecia." I say with a bright smile. The brothers smile back as I take my leave to find Terzo.

"Cardinal?" I ask.

"Yes, Miss Lucrecia?" He replied.

"Primo and Secundo gave each other a glance and smiled when you said I was friends with Terzo. Why?" Cardinal's eyes grew in size and his speech started to stutter.

"Uh, well. You see, Terzo has a lot of...friends. And he's often with them." I look at him again, still very confused.

"Oh would you look at that, we're here. Well, I'll see you later, Miss Lucrecia." Cardinal says and quickly walks off.

"What the hell was that?" I said aloud to myself.

"What the hell was what?" I hear a voice behind me ask. I turn around and see Primo again.

"Oh, hello again, Papa." I bow my head slightly.

"Nonsense, my child. Now tell me, what troubles you?" I told Primo that I didn't understand why he and Secundo smiled at each other once they found out who I was. Primo sighs.

"My child, you really don't know?" I shake my head. "My dear one, Terzo is a bit, active in the church. Sexually. With many siblings of sin. So, when Copia said you were here a few nights ago with Terzo, we both just assumed you were one of his one-night stands." Primo tried saying in the most caring way he could.

"Oh."

"Are you alright, child?"

"Yeah, of course. Who am I to judge?" I laugh awkwardly. Primo nods his head and clears his throat.

"If you need anything, Lucrecia, please come find me. I'm usually in my garden or my reading den. I will always have a listening ear." Primo said and knocked on Terzo's office door, walking off once he did so. A busy-looking Terzo appears at the door.

"Who is it? Oh. Lucrecia. It's wonderful to see you again. Please, please, come in and sit." Terzo gestures inside his office and guides me to a comfortable-looking chair sitting by his desk.

"I uh, I was told by the Cardinal you sent him looking for me?" I asked.

"Indeed I did, cara mia."

"Why?"

"Well, I wanted to make you an offer. Come live here with us. Let us teach you the ways of The Old One. I think you would make a wonderful addition to the clergy."

"You want me to just pick up my life and convert to a religion I know nothing about other than what I was told as a child?"

"Well, don't word it like that, cara mia."

"Then, please. Word it for me?"

"Please, Lucrecia. Attend a few masses and let me know how they make you feel. Remove all the negative information you were told about us and open your mind." I agree to Terzo's request. I agreed to live in the Abbey for a week and attend every mass during the week. I was given a habit like traditional nuns wear and gold grucifix. Each day, Terzo preaches to the masses of The Old One. He talks about not judging another, loving and caring for others, to live a free life however you see fit. He talks about how we will never walk alone. We can always reach The Old One. Even when we're dead and gone. Lucifer will be there for us. In the worst of times and the best of times. To support his children. He is shining and the light, without whom we cannot see.

After a week of living in the Abbey, Terzo comes up to me after mass and asks how I felt.

"I will admit I was wrong, Papa. This truly is a wonderful place and Lucifer cares so much for his children. You convey that concept very well. I can see why you were chosen to be Papa. I will take up your offer and become an unholy sibling of sin, if you still have me, of course." Papa's eyes grow large and his smile matches.

"Oh, Lucrecia! You will make the most perfect and unholy of siblings. You are always welcomed here, by The Old One himself. We will prepare the baptism soon! First, let's get you fully moved in, yes?" Papa takes my hand and kisses it, giving me butterflies.

#papa emeritus lll #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #terzo fanfic #ghost bc

[horribleauthortm]

Based on that one time Charlie said he wanted to go haunt some rich old lady's house and sleep in there.

Prompt: Scared Shitless || Dark Places

Words: 2274

IBVS by @onebizarrekai

Charlie looked ahead.

Perfect

The mansion standing in front of him was gorgeous. Behind the high fences, a pebble pathway surrounded by perfectly-trimmed grass led up to the two-storey build of white stone walls and dark wood outlining the windows. Four marble pillars stood high, two holding up a balcony over the entrance, the other two supporting the roof-overhang by the corners. Right behind a smaller brick wall, hedges circled around the house, leaving an opening only where the path connected with the porch. Two trees-acorn, Charlie thought them to be-grew on either end of the hedges.

The young boy smiled to himself, phasing right through the fences.

He learned from around town that this house was inhabited by an old lady, a widow whose husband had left his entire fortune to back in the 70’s or something.

He went up the few stairs leading to the front entrance, stopping momentarily to admire the intricate details on the door. He moved to the windows, finding the windowsills just as detailed.

Someone must have paid a lot for this mansion.

He peered inside, where he found what seemed to be the living room. No one, exactly as he had hoped.

The ghost let himself in.

The house seemed even bigger on the inside. The room he was in was probably three times the size of their own. On the left was the hall, a wide set of stairs led to the second floor, branching at the top into two smaller ones.

Fancy.

He poked his head into the kitchen, also finding it 1- bigger than necessary and 2- completely empty. Same went for the dining room, which had a little too many chairs for a house where a lonely old lady lived by herself.

Charlie passed through the hall. The walls were crowded with picture frames, many were black-and-white pictures of a young couple, with a variety of different-clearly important-people. One portrait featured the young man, whom Charlie concluded was the dead husband, in his 40’s or 50’s. Up front, hung alone on the opposite wall, in such a way it’s the first thing you find when entering, was a large colored portrait of a woman, barely resembling the woman in the other pictures, who looked maybe 113 years old.

Damn, she’s OLD old. He giggled to himself. Hope I don’t find her dead right now.

He backed up slightly, peering upstairs. Still so much to explore.

The second storey had a much different floor-plan. There were two hallways opposite each other. Two simple arm chairs sat on either side of a high table with a vase on top.

“Hm…” Charlie looked at the hallways. “Eenie meenie minie moe.” His finger pointed left. “Alright, left it is, let’s go.”

Minutes later, he returned, having found nothing but empty rooms making up an office, three spare bedrooms, and yet another, slightly smaller, living room.

The other hallway was very similar, containing a fancy bathroom, another office, and the master bedroom. The bedroom caught his attention the most. It was a wing by itself: A king-sized bed with a silk canopy in the center, a large dresser to its right, and an even larger closet on the opposing wall. Next to the dresser was a door, presumably leading to a private bathroom.

Charlie went in, looking around. The wallpaper, the chandelier and lamps, everything down to the fabric of the blankets screamed expensive, and taste, too.

“Yoooooooooooo.”

He went up to the dresser, which had all types of jewelry and perfumes scattered around it. A picture frame of the supposed-dead husband was perched on the mirror. Charlie opened the drawers slightly, finding more sets of jewelry, makeup products, and hair-styling pieces rolling in it.

The lady sure liked to take good care of her looks.

A door handle rattled next to him.

He didn’t have time to look before the bathroom door swung open, leaving him less than a second to duck under the dresser.

An old woman-the one in the portrait downstairs-took slow steps into the room. Charlie held his breath, not knowing why exactly he did so. The steps sounded slower than ever, shuffling against the carpeted floor. The boy peeked out, seeing the elderly lady still barely halfway through the room.

The woman stopped, taking a quick glance to her right, right where Charlie’s head was poking.

He jerked back, scooting as back as he could as the steps-much quicker than they had been just moments earlier- approached him. Why Charlie hadn’t just phased out of there was a mystery, even to himself.

“Roberto, is that you again?” She sighed loudly.

She bent over, looking under the dresser.

“Umm…hi?” He waved awkwardly. She looked slightly better than she did in the photos.

“Oh…You’re not Roberto…”

He coughed, recomposing himself, “I am the cursed spirit of this home-“

“Oh you poor thing!” She wailed, putting a hand on her chest. “You’re just a child! What could have possibly happened to you to end up like this?”

Charlie blinked. Well, this surely wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

“Come out here, sonny, I don’t bite.” She gave a reassuring smile and extended her hand to him. Charlie stared at her wrinkly hand, looking up at her face for a moment before grabbing it and hoisting himself up from where he was hiding.

“What’s your name, honey?” She asked him, cupping his face in her palms.

“Um…I’m Charlie?”

“Such a cute name for an even cuter child.” She pinched his cheek. “Come on downstairs and drink a cup of tea with me, won’t you?”

Charlie looked around for a moment, then he turned back to her. “Alright? I wouldn’t mind…”

The woman turned to the door, pulling Charlie behind her.

“It’s been so long since I last had any visitors,” She spoke as they headed down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. She gestured to the living room. “Would you go wait for me there? I’ll be right back with the tea.”

Charlie nodded and headed for the living room as the woman stepped into the kitchen.

Now that he was waiting, he actually paid attention to the contents of the room. A glass chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room. A TV sat on a stone counter extended from the wall straight ahead, a set of maroon couches around a low coffee table gathered in front of it. A knitting basket was placed beside the only armchair in the set. To the right wall, an old bookshelf of some type of dark wood towered high, its shelves filled to the brim with all types of books. An old grandfather clock ticked slowly beside it.

This was going much smoother than he had thought. He didn’t need to haunt or scare the little old lady to stay in here, as fun as that would have been. Sure, he would feel guilty, but it’s not that bad. She seemed desperate for company, he could probably convince her to let him stay effortlessly.

“Hope I didn’t leave you waiting too long.”

Charlie turned around, finding the elderly lady shuffling her way into the room, a tray in her hands.

“Really nice place you got here, Ma’am,” he said as she set the tray down in front of him, then started to pour the tea.

“Thank you, dearie.” She handed him his cup, taking one herself then sitting on the chair opposite of him. “Did my own renovations to it lately.”

Charlie took a sip from his cup, still checking the details of the room.

“So,” she started, looking up at the fascinated boy, “What are you, if you don’t mind me asking? I know you’re not a spirit that haunts this place, I’ve been here for decades.”

He looked up at her, looking to the side and smiling awkwardly. “Yeah…About that, sorry. I just… wanted to stay here, I don’t really have anywhere to stay.”

She smiled, “Don’t worry about it, dear. Now tell me, what are you, really?

His eyes lit up. “Oh! I’m a superhero!”

“Is that so?” She chuckled. “And what does this ‘superhero’ do?”

He took another sip from the tea. “I go around kicking asses and serving justice where it’s lacking!”

The woman chuckled again, setting her tea down and picking up her knitting equipment. “I hope you don’t hurt yourself when doing that.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that bad.”

“I’m guessing it’s because you are a ghost, isn’t it?” She looked up at him for a moment before turning back to the project at hand.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but I think it’s because I’m just that good at my job. No one can hurt me.”

She chuckled again. “Well, that’s what Roberto used to say.”

Charlie took another sip, tilting his head slightly. “Wait, who’s Roberto?”

“My late husband,” she answered, not looking up from the yarn in her lap.

“Oh.” He pursed his lips, looking away, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be, honey. He was a prick.”

“Really?” He slid to the edge slightly, moving his weight forward. “Why? What did he do?”

The woman took a deep breath, setting her knitting needles on her lap, then sighing a sad old lady sigh.

“Oh, baby, he was hard-headed. Always must have his way and no one else’s.”

Charlie listened intently as the lady spoke, sipping his tea every now and then. The description of the man didn’t fit the pictures he had seen of him around the house. At first, he had seemed a really nice, kind man to Charlie. But the more the woman spoke, the less he sounded a remotely decent guy. He even wondered why she would keep his pictures-including a small picture frame on the table beside her-if she hated him so much.

“And you know what the worst thing is?” She looked at the boy on the edge of his seat, literally.

“What?” He asked.

“He had a mistress.” She spat the last word out, her heartbreak clear in her tone. “And he had the nerve to bring her here one night.”

“No…” Charlie straightened his back. “That bastard.”

The woman only nodded slowly, her eyes seeming to fill up with tears. “It’s true.”

“And what did you do that night?”

“What could I have done?” She glanced at the boy momentarily, then looked away to the side. “I could only watch.”

Charlie took a deep breath, drinking from his cup in an attempt to fill the silence.

The woman sighed loudly, picking the needles back up. “But, fortunately, that didn’t last for long, for he died not too long after, leaving little old me all alone in this house.”

The ghost’s head perked up, and he lowered his drink. “He died after that? He kinda deserved it to be honest.” He shrugged. “But how did he die?”

She looked up at the boy. “I killed him.”

Charlie almost choked on his drink.

“Wha- You what?”

“I killed him.” She simply repeated, sparing the wide-eyed boy a glance before turning to the yarns again.

“And, uh, how did you, um, kill him?” He asked, sitting up straight, cracking his knuckles as he spoke.

“I poisoned his drink.” She didn’t look up, but she clearly heard Charlie set his cup on the table to his right.

“O-oh, wow,” he laughed nervously, glancing around the room.

“He came back to me years later as a ghost.” The woman continued, still not looking at the boy.

“Oh, he, uh, he did? And, um, what did you do then?”

“We eventually came to a truce, and he ended up staying here for the night.”

“So he stays here now? As a ghost?”

The lady laughed, placing a hand on her chest. “Oh no, honey, of course not,” she smiled up at Charlie, “I called an exorcist that night, and I got rid of him for the second time.”

Charlie forced a smile to go along with hers.

Okay, this wasn’t fun anymore.

He needed to get out of here asap.

”Anyway, enough about me,” she looked at the boy, smiling again. “You said you wanted to stay here, Charlie?" She set the needles down again, scooting forward slightly. “You're more than welcome, I’d love the company.”

“Oh, but you didn’t get to taste my cookies!” She protested, also standing up and following him as he practically ran backwards for the door. “Surely you can stay a little longer!”

“Um, actually, I, uh, I should probably go find my family.” He said, rising to his feet as the old woman’s eyes followed him. “They must be looking for me.” He took a couple steps backward as he spoke.

“Oh well,” she sighed, “Make sure to come visit me, alright, Charlie honey?”

“I’m really sorry, Ma’am,” he held his hands up, “I‘m....lactose intolerant? Thank you for the tea, really awesome place you got here.”

“Of course I will! Goodbye, Ma’am, see you later!”

With that, he bolted out the door, down the porch, and on the path, and within moments, he was nowhere to be seen.

The old woman chuckled to herself, dropping the curtains and heading back to her seat. She picked up the frame next to her, which held the picture of her loyal, loving husband, who had tragically died of a heart attack some 40 years prior.

“Oh, Roberto,” she smiled, sighing and placing the portrait to her chest. “How I wish you were here to see his face.”

#ibvsweek2022 #ibvsfanfic #ibvs #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #charlie jackson #little old lady does some trolling #scares 12 year old ghost kid shitless

[lordhelpme0-0]

Ikevamp OC: Olga of Kiev Prologue introduction:

Just so you know, I try my best to make it long and enjoyable. If there is grammar mistakes, do let me know~! Enjoy!

The rain was watering down a beautiful mansion with pillars and courtyard. The animal grazed around and inside the stables. Chickens clucked as h the ry pecked to and fro. Who could have wonder as in the drawing room is a woman. She was staring down the window, as raindrops trickle down.

Sighing, the lady light blonde hair flowed behind her. Her creamy white lace nightgown trailing behind. Eyes red as roses and cheeks with a hint of life. Her Phoenix eyes half lidded as she trailed through the hall. The vases of Chinese porcelain situated at each side. The purple satin curtains shudder in her presence.

Windows with intricate openings and hard silk fabric covered the walls. The hint of sandalwood incense drizzled out. With the pale woman lightly treading inside.

Soon her eyes sharpen when seeing the content of two letters. One with a stake and rose. Another with feather pen and a waist watch. Stiffly walking forward, as if she had don’t do many times before. Her lithe slender hands picked both letters, skimming as her eyes tighten.

Her lips thinned, with emotions oozing out. Soon a knock was heard, she turned her head to meet another woman.

A tender and small stature in white robes with a shawl. Her black dark purple iridescent hair cascading down. Her lips plump like hearts and apricot eyes. A smile was greeted with a trouble face.

“Chị, it’s night. Why are you so troubled?” The woman face tightened more, “a human girl has entered through Comte’s door.” The other woman eyes widen, but quickly gained composure. “I’m sure he is helping the poor child. Come, it’s time to sleep Olga.”

Olga sighed, placing one dark and neutral letters down. She quickly was ushered to bed. “Have you taken your rogue?” Olga nodded. “Yes, I have. Have you, Ỷ Lan?” Ỷ Lan nodded, “Mn. Sleep, I will take care of the departure. Soon we will meet with Comte.”

Olga sighed, never knowing a human can get through that blasted door of that Frenchman. It will be an interesting event, especially if her great-grand nephew has plans. A dangerous plan, nonetheless a plan.

Hopefully this party will be over, and soon she will see what if this girl. Never knowing a path she never took nor the oath will take.

Introduction to the MC who is referred to MC or you can place your name onto MC if you wish

MC was quietly dusting off the bookshelf, not knowing vampiric noblewomen will enter the mansion. Especially after Vlad and Comte have finally agree to host it over here.

She did note that both purebloods were surprisingly flustered and anxious. Especially Vlad who almost killed Arthur and Charles for messing up one of the decor.

Even Mozart and Jean seem to come out more with Isaac mumbling jittery. Wellington was seen to soar even more with Napoleon and Alexander.

She has even noticed that Sir Worth have even helped Arthur from Vlad tendency

Comte was still ever in his office with Leonardo seen smoking less. Even his room was halfway clean.

MC sighed as she walked down the hall, nodding towards a busy mind Van Gogh. Theo was mumbling with paintings and papers in his arms.

“Theo, do you need help?” The scowling banh Gogh brother turned over to Mc. Sighing, he gruffly nodded. “Any help will do Hondjie. Just need to deliver these to Vincent along with commissions. Now that Sebastian is busy, I have to run some errands quickly.”

MC nodded, quickly taking the content and cradle it securely into her arms. He smirk slightly, patting the woman hand. “Good hondjie, now run along on then.”

Huffing, she rolled her eyes as she went off to Vincent room. As she finally knocked, a muffled come in was said. Vincent face was gruff with concentration and precision, not looking as MC placed the content onto his desk.

She smiled at Brush who chitter to her back. Looking at the portrait were four women, unfinished.

“Who are they, Vincent?” He turned over to smile at the woman. “Not just anyone, these are gifts for our guest.” He went back to painting a eye so red and vibrant. As if the eye of a blonde woman captivated her eyes. Shaking her head as she turned to Vincent. “I’ll be going now, good luck with the painting!”

Vincent hummed a thank back before frowning slightly. As MC closed the door behind her, she noticed that Mozart was rushing with Salieri towards the piano with chocolate in hand. Paying no mind, she continue the hall away before bumping to Sebastian.

Sighing, she quickly did the task at hands for the butler. Rushing down the halls as she went, she almost bumped into a woman.

Just before she could even regain a balance, a hand shot out to balance her. Quickly looking up at a startle woman in a Russian dress.

Eyes vibrant and enticing, lips plumps, and skin as milky as cream. MC eyes snap out of the trance, quickly excusing herself before the regal beautiful woman.

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!!!” Bowing multiple times before a chuckle is heard.

“Ah, you must be the girl I’ve heard so many times. Come, take a stroll with this old lady” The middle age women smiled at me. Her eyes twinkling like red sapphires.

MC felt a blush crept up before nodding, unaware of the stares from around the courtyard. Soon a shout was heard, “Babushka!!” Vlad soon strolled out with a wide grin. The sapphire eye woman smiled gently towards the man.

Both the man and woman embraced each other. Vlad noticed MC, smiling sincerely before the woman. “Mc, this is my babushka. Olga of Kiev.”

Olga of kiev?! MC eyes widen at hearing the famed Saint name. “T-the Saint Olga of Kiev?!” Olga chuckled, slightly slapping behind Vlad head. “Yes, I am Olga. I apologize if my greats-grandson has caused any trouble.”

The woman smiled gently at her. MC nodded, tense. Before realizing something. “Isn’t there three more either you your holiness?”

Olga roses an eyebrow at the word holiness before sighing. “I’m nothing holy nor of divinity. As for the other, they’re on their own adventure in the town plaza.”

“Ah.” Olga then looked behind Vlad, “it seems the rest are waiting for us, come join us child. I would like to know you better.” MC nodded as she followed the regal lady with Vlad into the mansion.

Both women not knowing the very fate hiding for them both. Or so told, as the sun was slowly setting down. Three more pairs soon enter the mansion with souvenir. Ỷ Lan smiled, “it seems Olag will not be alone anymore.” The demure woman smiled as Định questioningly looked at her.

Zenobia chuckled, slyly looked at the two. “Well then, Olga shouldn’t be taking the girl all to herself now should she? Let’s make our entrance..ladies~!”

[Part 1 finished…part 2 of the Prologue continues…]

Tagging: @sange-de-romane @pieground @vio-simps-for-purple-characters @evil-quartett @a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes

#ikemen vampire #Ikevamp #Ikemen vampire prologue #Ikevamp oc #Ikemen vampire Oc #oneshot #ikevamp oc prologue introduction #Ikevamp Olga of Kiev #Ikemen vampire Olga

[marce-mallow]

Marcemallow’s Writing Prompts 001 (aka stories i want to read but not write)

Starting on February 4th, a girl receives a note reading ‘You looked so beautiful today <3.’ (or some other sappy love note) tied around a black rose on her doorstep.

With no name attached, she asks around at her school/work to see if anyone knows who wrote it, but no one admits.

She sets the rose in a vase and heads to bed.

The next day, another rose is left on her doorstep, another sweet message left for her.

The days go by, and every morning when she leaves for the day, she brings the black rose into her home and adds it to the vase, falling more and more in love with her secret admirer everyday.

Until February 13th, the day before the day of eating chocolate you bought for yourself and watching crappy rom-coms.

Instead of a letter probably stolen from a Conversation Heart, ‘Will you be my Valentine? Yes No’ is written on the note.

The girl circles Yes and leaves the rose out for the (hopefully not a) stranger to find.

Sometime late at night, the girl is wide awake, unable to sleep. Anxious to see who it is, she heads to her neighbors’, who’s more than a little pissed for being woken at 3:00 in the morning.

Still, she shows her the security cameras. She speeds it up until 4:50 am, when a ghostly figure enters the screen.

Her heart speeds up. It’s not who, it’s a what.

The thing was wearing a black, withered gown, a hood hiding what looked like at empty face devoid of a face. The only features were two glowing red eyes that seemed to bore right into her soul from the screen.

Her neighbor, in pure terror, recognizes it.

She tells her the urban legend of the Secret Admirer (that took literally two seconds to come up with).

It’s a demon that gives young and beautiful ladies black roses and love notes everyday leading up to Valentine’s Day Eve, when he asks them to be his Valentine. When they accept, the women unknowingly agrees to give full possession of their body to this creature, allowing him to take a human form all the way until February 4th, where he seeks to find a new vessel.

She asks the girl if she said no, but with one looks she can tell.

She already said yes.

#title idea: okay *maybe* this isn’t a love story #or secret admirer #writing #writing prompt #author #horror #horror story #marcemallow writing prompts #challenge #black rose #rose #very cute and no murder at all #valentines day #i had to look up when valentine’s day was for this #story ideas #short story #BUT YOU ALREADY BOUGHT THE TICKET AND THERE’S NO TURNING BACK NOW #gets sloppy at the end because I’m sick of writing this #this is so bad