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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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hello love! they say you need some jace reqs soo i wanted to try. if you don't mind ofc. jace, being a lovesick puppy he is, is absolutely whipped by his betrothed. but one day he's just too tired/annoyed/riled up so when she does something stupid to make him smile he loses it. a stupid childish fight. yet he says smth harsh/rise his voice too much and as a result he has to witness her crying. his beloved. crying. because of him. cliche hurt/comfort but who doesn't need this boy to comfort them? sorry if you doesn't like it. thank u, though. your works are still fascinating!

andromeda

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: angst w fluff ending

a/n: I'm sorry this tookm me so long my dear! and thank you for your kind kind words (⁠◠⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠ʋ⁠)

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Andromeda's was his favorite type of flowers. A type of bog rosemaries. You remember how proud he was to show off his intellectual knowledge of flowers once he found out how keen were of plants and flowers.

The Red Keep's garden was barely a grand view, but he notices how you cherish them anyways.

You loved how much he loved to learn about you, about your interests and your views.

You'd imagine being betrothed without familiarity would make him distant, but he was more kinder and full of care than you could ever ask of.

You also loved how he loved you.

His beautiful rose, how he'd prick his whole body if it'd meant he'd get to hold you.

Though some days, it didn't feel like he would.

Not when he's not even listening to you talking or walking away when you've barely got a hold of him.

You feel your heart shrink at the subtle yet obvious pull of attention from his side.

This is it. You thought. His affections for me are being withdrawn as it always does with everyone else.

You'd thought it'd be different with him, but it seemed only silent trees wouldn't push you away of company.

His mood was solemn with everyone, you shrugged of your insecurities and wonder if you're overacting.

"My love, you haven't touched your meal at all." You remarked, watching him pick on his food and drown himself in his 5th glass of wine that night.

Abruptly, he stands up, glancing at you for a second before his eyes turn to the hallway.

"I shall leave to bed, I feel my appetite have lost." He answers shortly.

Immediately you stand and rush over him, your usual smile graced your face with a sprinkle of excitement.

"I'll accompany you!" You exclaimed, linking your hands with his.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide his tiredness with a barely spread smile at you as you finally reach your chambers.

The smile drops as fast as it comes as his hand leaves yours.

"Thank you for your company, I-" His words halted as the door of his chambers open.

His eyes squinted before it widened.

"Who- You did this?" His voice turns accusatory as he turns to you.

You maintained your smile and nodded. "Don't you like it? They're your favourite." You noted at the Andromeda's spread on his bed and placed on his bedside lamp.

He rushes inside and pushes the flowers off his bed as you walk behind him.

"Don't push it like that!" Your voice grew louder as panic laces it.

His eyes glares into yours as he faces you and pulls you out his room with a grab of your wrist.

"Don't pull this kind of shit again, I don't have time for your nonsense, [name]." He grits out as his grip losens.

You shake your head and feel your eyes burn. "I only wanted to make you happy, I- I wanted to do something for you, do you not loved them-" your voice cracks and you feel your eyes wells up.

His eyes widen again in rage. "Happy? I'm happy when I'm being left alone. I'm tired and now I have this pile of shit to clean." He snapped and slams the door on your face before you could get a word out.

Your held breath releases as tears fall down your cheeks.

You had no idea how many lurking servants had heard his outburst, and you did want to know.

You hold in your breath and your sobs as your feet drags you to your own chamber, head hung low, not daring to look up.

It was almost like you couldn't do a single thing right, just as your father had always told you, just as the whispers of the court ladies have always reminded you, it seemed that embarrassing yourself is only becoming more of you, if only you had kept to yourself.

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The next two days, you had not seen your betrothed anywhere, not that you made any effort to search for him. You surrounded yourself with books in the library, and took your meals alone in your room.

You owed him peace, and that was what you'd gave him.

His peace however, was cut short when he finds you in the corner of a bookshelf, sitting cross legged, head in a book.

"I thought I'd found you here." His voice woke you from your reading trance.

You find yourself silent as he takes you in.

His smile sheepish as his eyes bird guilt.

"I- I have not seen you, for a few days." He started.

You voice still struggles to speak, so you nod as an encouragement for him to continue, your eyes looking away from his.

He stops himself at first, kneeling down and sitting next to you.

His shoulder bumping into yours when he moves to look at you. Too close for your own comfort, his anger towards you still a lingering fresh memory.

His eyes moves from your face to the book you're reading.

"Old valyria history, you could've just asked me to tell you about it if you're ever curious." He says.

You couldn't help the snort that left you.

"So you could scream at me again?" You'd words beat you to the chase of your patience.

His flinches as if you've slapped him and his gaze turns pained.

"I hadn't meant it." He whispers lowly.

"And yet you haven't apologized either." You snapped.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will beg for it still." He starts.

Whatever remark you've prepared, died on your throat as his hands clasps yours, raising it to his lips, kissing it before splaying it on his chest.

"I've been the biggest idiot the world's ever known." You huffed, a smile threatening to break free.

"I wish I could take it all back, and I wish you had known I picked up every petal I pushed off my bed to keep safe in a vase, near me when I sleep. I didn't know why I blew up on you, but you were never the cause of my anger, and you should not have to deal with my wrath, my immature, stupid wrath."

His voice turns somber.

"Will you forgive me, my sweet love.* He attempts, eyes begging at you with so much sincerity you could not do anything but nod.

"I'm sorry too, I only wanted-" He interjects before you could finish, shaking his head.

"Never apologize, not to me, not to anyone. You're actions were as pure as your heart, It's I that should be groveling at your feet, and yet you spare me the misery."

You sniffed away tears and laugh shortly at his antiques.

"You're so dramatic Jace, I forgive you my prince, I always will." A smile finally appears on him as his hand moves to remove a strand of your hair away from your face.

He leans forward and bumps his nose on yours. "Does this mean you'll finally grace me with a kiss my lovely?" He teases, voice still quavering.

You giggle and answer him with your lips indulging his. His warms tongue not hesitating to slip in yours as his hands pulls you up into his lap.

He groans as your fingers laced his hair and pulls it as he sucks on your bottom lip.

"My pretty flower, what have I ever done to deserve such a gift as you." He mumbles against your throat as his lips moves down you neck, kissing and biting.

You grin at his words and close your eyes, relaxing in his touch.

"Do not fret, know that all is forgiven, you have of as much power over me as I do to you." You replied before laying your head on his chest, his arms fast around you.

#house of the dragon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #hotd x reader #jace velaryon x reader #game of thrones #house of the dragon x reader #jace targaryen x reader #hotd #jacaerys targaryen

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blondiest · 10 days

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do you have any flowers you associate with mello, near, or both?

hi omg. this is a terrific question bc i am actually soooort of trying to incorporate a bit of plant symbolism into bury us both. i have to say i've given more thought to what flowers suit aspects of their relationship (<- the shipping goggles are stuck to my face, i don't think i can take them off anymore) than what i associate with them each individually BUT i'll try to give answers for both >:)

i'm gonna try to limit myself to 5 each here.

Mello: Ailanthus (lofty aspirations), Bay ("i change but in death"), Dandelion (overcoming hardship) Rhododendron ("beware, i am dangerous"), Tansy ("i declare war on you" ; resistance)

Near: Asphodel ("my regrets follow you to the grave" [<- falling to my knees. head in hands. weeping.]) Rosemary (remembrance, "your presence revives me"), Himalayan Blue Poppy (potential, possibilities, psychic skills), Oxe-Eye Daisy (patience), Rainflower (rebirth, new beginnings, great expectations [<- him taking over the investigation after L])

Mello+Near: Astragalus ("your presence softens my pain"), Bog-rosemary (bound by fate, "will you help me?"), Maiden's Blush Rose ("if you love me you will find out"), Black Mulberry ("i will not survive you"), Tuberose (dangerous pleasures), Jasmine (unconditional and eternal love)

if i were to answer this on a purely visual level and completely off the top of my head: Near / orchids, Mello / poppies.

#asks #meronia #<- in case anyone needs inspiration for. the flower prompt for the event :3

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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◌ 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬/𝐨 ◌

→ female reader, requests open ⛓

SFW ●

◌ He fell in love with your smile as soon as he saw it. And the breath hitched in his throat, when he heard your laugh.

◌ When you showed that you weren't intimidated by the infamous Ivar the Boneless, he was stumped. Everyone was? So, why weren't you? He had done awful things, he lived up to his name.

◌ And yet, you knew all of this. You knew that everyone had a past. That no one was perfect. Humans have a duality that many cannot understand. But you do.

◌ He yearned whenever you showed him kindness.

◌ He ached whenever you weren't around.

◌ It was different to a crush, he knew you were someone special. Someone that he couldn't ignore.

◌ He did try to push you away, but he felt so strongly about you. His nature to protect that he holds dear, was absolutely amplified. Especially if anyone said a word against you.

◌ Your relationship progressed into a friendship, first and foremost. Ivar learning that whatever he said to you was kept secret. He told you his dreams, his worries, his passions. It was difficult at first - he did not believe you were sincere.

◌ Your sincerity was like a smack to the stomach. You spoke truth; there were no hidden motivations behind what you said, nor meant.

◌ And yet, you were apprehensive too. There were far too many people that took advantage of your kindness and authentic nature.

◌ You didn't believe Ivar's advances until he stood up for you in the hall. There were visitors from a treaty and were being rude to you. It didn't take Ivar long to say anything. "One more word and I will rip your tongue from your throat." And no one said a goddamn thing about you.

◌ You moved in with Ivar, making it much more homely than it was. You have a strong afinity with Frejya and she loves cats.

◌ Ivar gifted you a kitten on your wedding day. And then a few months later, you found a sickly litter and nursed them back to health. Ivar's first response was to leave them outside to die, but he noticed the hypocricy of that. So, he helped with the herbs and finding homes for them. (You kept the two that no one wanted.)

◌ He loves when you fill the home with flowers, he appreciates the colours. Bog rosemary and Harebell are his favourites.

NSFW (🔞) ● I don't think Ivar has mobility below the waist, so I won't disrespect that fact. Sex with someone disabled is different with someone with that certain mobility. Yet, there are ways in which both people feel fulfilled ♥

◌ He was hesitant and insecure to begin with whenever something sexual unfolded. He didn't realise that you could possibly be feeling the same way.

◌ "There's nothing that could make me love you any less, Ivar." "Is that the truth?" "There is nothing more true."

◌ If you were vocal about your insecurities (I say 'if' because not every chubby person feels this way.) He would be genuinely shocked. "There is nothing wrong with you. I don't know how you can't see your beauty."

◌ He spends most of the time making you feel good, loved.

◌ Many witty remarks are thrown around during sex; the mental stimulation makes Ivar smirk, then in turn, makes you more wet.

◌ He does like leaving marks on your skin; hickies on your chest, breasts and thighs.

◌ He likes eating you out; you sitting on his face and rubbing your pussy back and forth against his tongue.

◌ His mission is to get you to scream his name, shamelessly, to show the entirety of Kattegat that he can please a woman.

#vikings #ivar headcanons #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless headcanons #dating would include #dating ivar would include #vikings imagine #vikings headcanons #ivar imaine #ivar the boneless imagine #lagertha #ivar x you #ivar x reader #ivar x y/n #female reader #ivar x female reader

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welcome-to-ratterrock · 17 days

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I wonder if the cast's names have any special meaning?

Oh, indeed they do! Golly but this was fun to answer…

Let’s start with Sage. In traditional Celtic lore, sage is a symbol of wisdom and immortality, and in Indigenous traditions, sage is used in rituals to clear negative energy and promote balance. We wanted to give Sage a name that touched not only on intelligence, but wisdom - you can be intelligent and not wise, and that’s very much the case with Sage. He’s going to have his eyes opened and gain new insight and wisdom in this story…

Sage leaves can be cultivated in cemeteries and sprinkled across the graves of loved ones, and the long time the leaves take to wilt symbolizes remembrance. Sage Locke is intrinsically connected to death - it is his work and he tries to understand it as best he can, and he uses his life as a way to restore justice for those who are now dead, bring balance to an unbalanced world…

As for his last name, Locke, it’s a reflection of how his mind operates- he locks onto certain things, information and theories that he becomes obsessed by. We also wanted to convey how he tries to operate, breaking things down methodically and mechanically…

For the rest of his family, Rosemary and Sorrell and Mace, we wanted to continue the theme of herb/plant names, and Baji chose some amazing ones.

As for those in the Regal family, we wanted them to have a surname that was Irish and inspired a lot of images of power and strength and beauty. It was a wonderful surprise to learn that Regal was in fact an Irish surname!

The name Padraic comes from the Irish Gaelic name Pdraig and the Latin name Patricius, which means “patrician” or “nobleman”. It’s a name suited for a leader, someone meant for nobility and privilege and wealth. Combined with his last name, it’s very much a name for a king…

Sorcha means "bright" or "shining", and comes from the Old Irish words soirche or sorchae, which means "brightness.” Appropriate for a woman whose talent, intelligence and beauty shines like a star, a diamond.

Lorcan means "little fierce one", and comes from the Gaelic word lorcc, which means "fierce". The name is thought to have been used as a nickname for brave warriors, making it a fitting name for someone with a fearless spirit like Lorcan.

Saoirse means "freedom" or "liberty", and became popular in Ireland in the 1920s, possibly in response to the Irish independence movement. It's also closely linked to the Irish War of Independence and the creation of Saorstát Éireann. All in all, perfect for a spitfire who works for the freedom and rights of her people and the other underprivileged.

For the bats of the Night Court Colony, Baji chose Nadia to honor the best vampire lady of all time, Nadja from “What We Do In the Shadows.” For her sons, we wanted names that are Slavic, since their father came from the Ukraine…

Because Baji and I met through “Strange Magic”, I rather sentimentally chose Bogdan as the name of the solitary and fearsome Duke of the Night Court. Ironically, he and the Bog King have a lot in common…

Casimir means "proclaimer of peace", but it can also mean "destroyer of peace", which is true to form for the wild and often dangerous Cas. Due to his injury with the downed wire, he himself can’t find peace…

I named Rilla after Rilla Blythe from the Anne of Green Gables series, a young woman who despite being slightly frivolous and immature is still very sweet and kind, and who undergoes a lot of growth through dark times. Marilla means "shining sea”, which was a delightful surprise given a certain mythical creature Lorcan compares her to in our story!

Baji named Luella and Brig and Clifford, and told me that while she didn’t have particular reasons for going with Lu or Brig’s, she wanted a very English sounding name for Clifford. Also, Luella’s last name, Woodmouse, was inspired by Jane Austin’s character of Emma Woodhouse.

And these are only some of the characters to come! Even more shall appear, and their names shall have meaning too, oh yes…

Thank you for this wonderful question!

#ratterrock replies #ratterrock character information #sage locke #padraic regal #sorcha regal #lorcan regal #soairse regal #bogdan nightshade #casimir nightshade #nadia nightshade #rilla mackenzie #luella woodmouse #brig o’brion #inspector clifford

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alwayslosingtheplot-blog · 8 days

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Make a world with me (Part 3)

Part one

Part two

@saqvobase suggested having the islands be on megafauna! Which opens up a whole load of possibilities. You have the classic giant turtle situation, which is cool but I think I want to go a different route.

Maybe a different kind of shell, like a sea snails mollusks. Barnacle-like entities which stay still and don't move but can create very turbulent seas during mating season. (This might be too gross)

Or maybe it is unknown that a creature was even involves. Part of a mystery. An island which vanished in the middle of the night and no one knows why or where it went - only for it to turn out that the creature it was on woke up and ventured out to the sea. Maybe it didn't go out to sea but down into it, or left broken buildings and pieces in its wake so that the other nations think that it sank and allows for an myth like Atlantis. Maybe another island lies on the skeletal remains of a long-dead Levithan, it's body bringing a bounty of fish and nutrients like a whale fall. If they dig deep enough under the thin layer of top soil they will hit the layer of bone. Maybe the body is finally only now finished providing for the area, with even the marrow stripped clean and many of the species that the locals rely on are starting to leave the area.

Or maybe an island is an dormant or abandoned hive structure, and these human-sized eggs are about to hatch. Maybe the islands are a series of giant eggs, and the entire populace lives unaware that when they hatch, these creatures are going to be very, very hungry.

Maybe all of the above along with natural geographical features like as @thecrazyworldbuilder suggested like volcanic activity or river deltas which make the maps weird and funky and a little unexplainable. I'm thinking that their might be a mountain range as well, which has valleys dipping under sea level or rock slides with huge chucks falling off and being washed down to form rocky isles.

I said in the last post about the idea of some of the Greek myths being brought along by a classical student, so for a naming system I'm thinking of naming the inhabited and known islands after Greek nymphs and rivers after Potamoi.

Thinking about the geography of each island isn't a bad idea either to help better inform how I build up the cultures living there. I want to keep the islands small and the resources tight to encourage tension and a strange combination of conflict and co-dependance between the islands. I'll probably do a bit of research into the myths and try and tie the islands loosely into them, but I'm not going to be too stringent about that.

The Islands

Alseid - Lots of groves, small lakes and one large river. Several towns, a city and one of the largest populations in the Islands.

Anthousai - Isle of flowers. Fields of flowers used all across the islands for perfume, food (think rosemary), and medicine. These flowers look like hyacinths.

Auloniad - The mountainous island. Lots of snakes. (Eurydice was an auloniad, so maybe do something to do with the 'underworld' here.)

Aurea - Also mountainous, but less so than Auloniad, this island is known for high cliffs and beautiful vistas.

Crinaeae - Lots of small springs or hidden sources of water instead of one large river results in many, many small settlements rather than a large city.

Daphnaie - The seat of the Laurel Crown and home of the largest city, and largest navy of all of the islands. Tries to exert its power and rules on the other islands.

Dryad -'The Crown's shame'. Covered in an oak forest. Many have tried to settle there but none have succeeded for unknown reasons, which is galling to the government on Daphnaie as it is quite close to them. Currently there is a small settlement in a harbour.

Eleionomae - Very wet, mostly fresh-water bog. People here mostly live on floating homes even inland because of the constant risk of flooding.

Epimeliad - Home of apple orchard and shepards. Epimeliad has a small city and something akin to a royal family of their own, although they have much less influence that Daphnaie. Epimeliad has many allies through trade and patron many groups looking for new islands and 'safe places to land' on the mainland. This is why Daphnaie has never invaded.

Hamadryad - Thousands of butterflies migrate here once a year from the mainland to mate. The island also has several monkey colonies who steal from and torment the villages that have been set up here in the last ten years. There was an older settlement here, but a sickness swept through and killed almost all of them forty years ago. The small few survivors moved to other islands, and their children made up the main contingent of new settlers.

Hesperides - The most easterly of all the islands, the sunset isle; When the sun sets on Hesperides, it sets on all people. The mainland, and the monstrous megafauna that roam it, can be seen from its beaches. There is a pilgrimage many people take to do just this. The main religion of the islands started here and the main monastery is located here. The singing priestesses often mentor for singers from all over the islands who wish to master their craft.

Hyades - The rainy island. Amazing farmland, surrounding by thriving sea life. This could be on the skeletal remains discussed above (fish and nutrients from the bones making the farming so good).

Lampas - Known as 'the funeral isle', and sometimes more optimistically as 'the exploring isle'. This small island is where most travelers go before heading off towards the open seas or towards the mainland to try and find new places for people to settle. Home of witches, which can give protective charms and read the future of those venturing out for a cost.

Leimakid - The island of meadows and pleasure. Legend says that the three warring nations came to fight on the shores of Leimakid and the island was the so beautiful that all the warriors dropped their weapons and refused to stain it with blood. It now houses the 'seat of peace', where nation leaders meet for negotiation under the watchful eye of a the 'peace-keepers' sent by the religion.

Leuce - The 15th island. It is an island with many white/silver popular trees. The duel nature of the leaves of this tree (dark on one side, light on the other) make it the source of many myths and rituals. The trees are planted along beaches to strengthen sand dunes and prevent erosion. This is a contest nation, where individual strength is more highly valued than anything else. It is where the Games take place once every three years to determine the fastest, the strongest, the best that the islands have to offer. It is also where the Funeral Games take place for recently deceased royalty.

Limnad- The lake isle. One of the largest islands has three large lakes for which is is famous. Farmers here are trying to develop new farming methods and trying to cross breed and encourage crops to grow more calorie-rich versions. Think of it as doing to the turnip-like crops what people have done to potatoes.

Meliae - Known for its honey and development of medicine. No nation dare attack this small nation, for every other nation would turn on them and destroy them.

Melinoe - The nightmare isle. This tiny island was once the home of a small monastery. There was a raid from unknown raiders. No one knows exactly what happened but everyone of the raiders and all the priestesses were killed. Any crew who lands there feels ill and are plagued by night terrors until they leave. Rumor says that one priestess survived and that it was her that killed all of the men in fury, and that she still roams the island, killing any man who dares step foot off the beach.

Minthe - A mostly barren isle, rocky and mostly soilless, living here is extremely difficult. The island is good for growing some herbs (such as mint) but it hard to live in, which is why Minthe only has a small population despite it's size. The people here mostly take their living from the sea. A place nobles of high rank are often banished to.

Naiad - Known for its waterfalls and the migration of fish that swim up them once a year to mate. There is a large number of deer, wolves and bears on this island.

Nephele - the peninsula. This is the only place where it snows. This stretch of land has mountains to the North which block it off from the rest of the mainland. Living here is difficult, because the dangers that invest the skies, but not impossible - at least that is the mantra of the three new settlements trying to take root on the coast.

That's it for now. I'll continue this next post and then jump onto something else once I have a bit more to play with.

I'll probably have to do a post on each individual island and the culture that lives there but I am quite happy with what I have so far. I may run out of nymphs before I do islands but that is a problem for another day.

#fantasy #fiction #brainstorm #worldbuilding #writing #MakeaWorldinPublic

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asimperingswannsong · 11 months

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Rosemary's Mother

Rosemary Winters (RE8), Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

Notes/Warning/Summary: Part 3 grew legs and started walking around on me. I suppose this means there will have to be a part 4...there's a dash of smut but not nearly enough for a fic with two incredibly hot women in it...not sure what happened...I'll try to do better in future. @enchantressb I hope you enjoy this installment in spite of it being bogged down in plot. 😬

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Larissa sat on a Victorian style loveseat sipping a glass of red and enjoying the dance of the fire light around the room. Her heels were kicked off and her feet were tucked on top of each other to the side with her toes digging into the plush rug beneath. Fragments of her tryst with Lady Dimitrescu were floating up in her mind's eye.

There was a gentle knock at her door. "Come in," she called. Rosemary Winters opened the door and stepped inside. Larissa sat her glass down beside her on the floor and rose approaching the girl. "Is everything alright dear?" "Uh, yes. I just wondered if I could talk to you for a minute, if you're not busy? Or I can come back?" "No, darling, come inside. I'm not busy," she gestured toward the sofa.

"I am free to talk but you know, if you're feeling lonely, I can think of a certain raven haired lady who might enjoy hearing from you." "Oh yes, I speak to mother everyday. It's just...this is different." They sat next to each other. Larissa suspected she might know what was on Rosemary's mind; after decades of teaching teenagers she'd gotten the hang of picking up on context clues.

"Is this maybe as sensitive subject you'd rather not talk about with mum?" Rosemary blushed slightly. "Yes, sort of." Larissa smiled at her. "Do you have a crush on someone sweetheart?" The blush intensified. "Yes," she said almost inaudibly.

Larissa scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She smiled even wider at her. "Oh that's wonderful, darling, tell me about it." Rosemary was silent, not sure how to continue.

"Shy? Well, let's start at the start. Boy or girl? Or non-binary?" "Boy." Larissa squeezed her in against her side. "Alright, same age?" "Um, no." "Oh. Well, nothing wrong with a slight age difference. Have you spoken to him about your feelings?" More silence.

"Uh, actually, I think I maybe should go. I didn't realize how late it had gotten and I'm really sorry to interrupt. I didn't mean to just barge in on you. I have..." Larissa cut off her nervous ramblings by wrapping both arms around her and pulling her in for a full hug. "Calm down sweetheart."

Rosemary wrapped both arms around her and laid her head on Larissa's chest. Being enclosed in her arms and nestled against her made her think of her mother. At home, she used to spend hours a day cradled in Alcina's arms, resting on her chest. Rose would nap contentedly as Alcina moved about the house completing the basic tasks of her daily routine. Rose felt home sick suddenly.

Larissa stroked her back comfortingly. "Sweetheart, if you change your mind and want to talk, I'm always available. Okay?" Rose nodded her head, yes, against Larissa's chest. Larissa placed a kiss on top of her head. Rosemary pulled back, turning toward the fire. Larissa placed a hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. Rose turned her palm up and interlaced their fingers.

"Are you getting on well otherwise?" "Yes, I love it here." Larissa smiled at her, "Good sweetheart, I'm so glad." They sat in silence for a minute watching the flames. "Rosemary? May I ask something?" Rose looked at her curiously and nodded. "Of course." "If this is not appropriate or you feel uncomfortable in any way just say so and I will never approach the subject again. Okay?" "Okay." "I promise."

Rose was even more curious. "If I were to consider going on a date with Lady Dimitrescu, would you feel uncomfortable or would it make your interactions here difficult in any way?" Rose laughed. "I figured you two were already together. Mother is never very subtle with her intentions. I knew she wanted you the moment you met each other." Larissa stared at her a little surprised.

"No, I wouldn't have any sort of issue with the two of you seeing each other. I want her to be happy. She's been through a lot." "I've heard rumors about her past and her losses in her family." "Yes, her mother was an evil woman and it took me years to convince her of that. Miranda never had her best interests in mind. She only used her, and her siblings made it worse. They brought out the worst in her, and I think they made her feel trapped. I think she's better off now, but it still hurt when she lost them, especially her daughters."

Larissa had a worried, sympathetic look on her face. She brought Rosemary back into a hug. "Are you certain you would be fine with us?" Rose looked up at her. "I'm sure," she said reaching up and placing a peck on her cheek. She stood and said, "I should probably get to bed." Larissa stood and walked her to the door. "I'm here if you ever want to talk." Rose hugged her again. "Good night darling." "Good night, Principal Weems."

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The next morning as Larissa sat at her desk, she received a text. "Good morning, floare mica." She smiled down at her phone. "Good morning, Alcina. I was just thinking of you." "Oh? Perhaps we should get together and discuss that?" "Perhaps. Can you meet me at the Weathervane this evening?" "Of course. What time?" "8?" "See you then. Have a wonderful day, draga."

Larissa enjoyed her hot cocoa as Alcina sat across from her. Her date had opted for no food or beverage, "just company." Larissa thought perhaps the funnel cake had left a poor impression on her. "Has Rosemary continued to do well?" "Oh yes. I've been very pleased with her. She's one of our brightest students. I watched her moving boulders down by the lake the other day. Her control of her telekinesis seems to be improving well."

"Yes, I only worry about her control over her powers when she's using them while under stress." Larissa looked concerned. "Has she often encountered stress that required the use of her powers in the past?" "Unfortunately." Larissa started to ask a follow up question, but Alcina quickly redirected their focus.

"The restoration of our new home is nearly complete. Would you be interested in stopping by to see it?" "Oh, yes. That sounds lovely." "How about Wednesday evening? Are you busy?" "No, not that I recall." "Same time?" Larissa smiled. "Yes, I'll call you."

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As Larissa was driving back from her coffee date, she pulled over when she saw Rose stepping out of the local arcade, next to Chad Grayson. Chad was a senior at the local normie school where he played football. He was eighteen, and he had a bit of a reputation, at least in Larissa's mind. "Oh no," she thought as she watched the pair.

Yoko stepped out with Chad's friend, Brandon Everett, another football player. It was a double date apparently. Larissa was concerned. She'd already counseled three of her girls in her office after they'd briefly dated Chad. He tended to dump them abruptly after reaching a certain goal post. Rose was only fifteen, and Larissa didn't think Alcina would be pleased with him as a potential romantic interest for her daughter.

Larissa continued to watch as Chad bent down to kiss Rose. She attempted to pull away after a brief time, but he stopped her, pulling her in and deepening the kiss. She saw Rose place her hands on his arms, cueing him to end the kiss, but he held her there a little longer. When he released her, he slapped her across the ass before turning to talk to Brandon. Rose smiled nervously at Yoko and Larissa gritted her teeth.

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The next morning in the hallway, Larissa stopped Rose on her way to class. "Ms. Winters?" "Yes, Principal Weems?" "Do you think you could stop by my office after class today?" Rose looked concerned. Larissa squeezed her arm gently. "It's alright darling. You're not in trouble. I just thought we could have a little chat." Rose smiled at her, "Alright." Larissa returned her smile. "See you then dear. Have a good day."

At 5 pm, there was a knock on Larissa's office door. "Come in." Rose entered. Larissa stood and walked over to the sofa in front of the fire. "Join me?" Rose followed her over. "Sorry I'm late. I forgot I had a painting lesson after class." "That's quite alright darling. Did you enjoy your lessons?" They sat facing one another. Larissa gently brushed the bangs from Rose's eyes. "Yeah, it was a good day. I miss mother a lot though."

"Have you had any luck with the boy you like? I saw you in town yesterday with Chad Grayson. Is he the one you were referring to last time we talked?" Rose turned her gaze to the fire. "Yes. He asked me out and I was really excited. I didn't think he like me back."

She sounded as though she wanted to add something but she stopped. "I know him a little through bits and pieces some of my other girls have told me before. I'm sure he's a good kid but there is a little bit of an age gap there. Has he treated you well so far?

Rose was silent. "I only ask because I've spoken to girls before who've expressed a few concerns. He hasn't said or done anything that you didn't like has he?" "Sometimes he doesn't listen very good when I try to tell him something." "Sweetheart, it's important that you make him listen. Never allow anyone to disregard your wishes. Understand?" "Yes."

Larissa wrapped her arm around Rose and squeezed her in. Rose looked up in concern as something occurred to her. "You won't tell mother will you?" "You won't give me a reason to have to will you? We have a curfew and a policy against mixed genders in the dorms. You won't let him talk you into sneaking out will you?" "No, miss, if mom finds out she'll kill him."

"I don't want to tell you how to conduct your private affairs, but I do have some reservations about Mr. Grayson. I don't want you to get hurt. As long as you obey the rules I won't notify your mother. Okay?" Rose nodded. "Do you promise me you'll be adamant with him about your boundaries?"

"Yes miss." Larissa stood and went over to her desk. She jotted something on a notepad and brought the page over to Rose. "This is my mobile number. If you ever need to talk to me or need me to come and pick you up, call me. I don't care what time of day. I don't care if it's past when you should be here in bed. Call me if you need me. Okay?"

"Yes miss." "I'm very serious Ms. Winters. It's my job to protect my students. Always call me if you need me." Larissa pulled her back into a hug. This time Rose wrapped both arms around her tightly and laid her head on her chest. Larissa kissed her on top of her head.

Larissa allowed the girl to stay in her embrace for as long as she wanted. They stayed in each others arms in front of the fire for about half an hour. Just as Larissa had decided the girl must have fallen asleep, she pulled back and stood up. "I should probably go get dinner." "Of course, have a good night darling." Rose smiled at her and turned to leave. "Rose?" She turned back. "If you ever want to talk, my door is open." "Thank you Principal Weems."

The girl left and Larissa went back to returning emails at her desk. At 8 pm there was another knock at her door. "Come in." Alcina opened the door and ducked low to enter. She was holding two bottles of wine. "Good evening, floare mica. Care to join me for a drink?" Larissa smiled and walked over. Alcina kissed her and handed her a bottle. "That sounds fantastic dear."

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Larissa pulled through the entry gates of the former Gates mansion and marveled at the completely different home in front of her. It was fully restored, grounds neatly kept, new landscaping, all the dingy, grimy decrepitude was gone.

Larissa had a brief flash back to Laurel; funny how someone who looked so harmless had turned out to be a mortal threat to both her and her students compared with the nine foot vampire lady with four foot claws how made her feel safe. Perhaps she was being too trusting.

She knocked gently and a young lady in a maid uniform opened the door. What a strange notion to have maids dressed in the traditional uniform. Larissa thought of it as just a costume people wore at Halloween, but here she was being ushered inside by one. The young lady bowed slightly to her and left.

Larissa looked up to see Alcina at the top of the stairs in a floor length black gown and enormous black hat. Larissa admired how stunningly beautiful as she made her way gracefully down to her. "What do you think draga?" Larissa had failed to notice the interior of the restored home as she'd been too focused on the curves of it's new owner.

She looked around her, taking in the ornate gilding, the refinished wood floors and walls, the crown moldings, the wall sconces and chandeliers. Everything was polished and gleaming. On opposite sides of the entryway were two enormous paintings. In the first, a trio of girls in old fashioned gowns, their hair pulled into elegant up dos. Across, was a painting of Alcina and Rosemary in beautiful black evening gowns.

"Your daughters," Larissa whispered. Alcina looked sadly at the trio. "Yes, these were my precious little girls," she gestured to the other side, smiling, "and my Rosemary." Larissa smiled. "They're all four beautiful, Alcina, as is your home." Alcina bent down and kissed her lightly. "Thank you, floare mica, care to see the rest?" "Of course." Alcina placed an arm around Larissa's hips. "This way sweetling."

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The "tour" had quickly devolved when they reached the master bedroom. Larissa had curiously found herself being plopped down onto a chifferobe as she and Alcina explored each others mouths. Before she knew it there were three fingers inside of her.

Currently, she was entirely nude on her knees in the middle of the damask bedding of Alcina's four poster bed. She had one hand on the rail and one hand on a post. Alcina had one hand gently wrapped around her throat and was using it to hold Larissa's head back so she could easily kiss, lick, and suck along her shoulders, neck, ears, and jaw.

Alcina's other hand was kneading Larissa's breasts, belly, and hips while she fucked her from behind with a strap. Between kisses Alcina was whispering praises against Larissa's skin. "So beautiful draga." "You are perfect floare mica." "I can't wait to taste you sweetling." Larissa's eyes had rolled back in her head.

The strength in Alcina's arms, shoulders, and abs had Larissa locked firmly in position. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to but she very much did not. "Fuck, Cina, can I cum?" Alcina chuckled softly against her neck. "Are you close draga?"

Suddenly Larissa's phone rang. "Oh god, Cina." Alcina continued to fuck her. Larissa wrapped a hand around the wrist that was holding her neck. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I need to check that."

Alcina released her hold. "Oh, sorry floare." "No, I'm sorry darling. It's just I worry about my students," she said as she crawled nude off the side of the bed. Alcina sat back on her haunches and enjoyed the view.

"Hello?" Larissa glanced over at Alcina as the person on the other end spoke. "Oh hello sweetheart. What's happening? Are you alright?" She'd reached down and retrieved her panties from the floor and was putting them back on, much to Alcina's disappointment.

"Do you want to leave darling? No, sweetheart I don't mind at all really." Larissa was busy trying to shimmy back into her dress while balancing the phone between her cheek and shoulder.

Alcina crawled off the bed and pulled the dress up over her shoulders. She reached down and zipped it for her. Larissa smiled up at her over her shoulder as she toed one of her shoes back on. "I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes sweetheart."

She turned and kissed Alcina as she hung up. "I'm so sorry, darling, one of my girls needs a ride back to school." "It's alright sweetling. I'll call you." They kissed again and Larissa left.

Alcina thought for a moment and decided to follow after Larissa. She'd sounded concerned. Alcina wanted to make sure she and the girl would be alright.

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