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linawritesocs · 1 year

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oh boy we're really doing this it's rollo's vp

listen, i know it's january 2023, but i'm still obsessed with the masquerade event and i want to make more content with that event and nbc students the urge to write masquerade vignettes is so strong.

so! sol adopted rollo's assistant and i adopted his vp. they are our sons now. and here's a profile i made for my boy!

also i should mention that this is how i personally see him and he doesn't belong to me BUT. we got no canon info so I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

name: cole rayne [コール- ・レイン]

age: 18 y/o

gender: male

species: human

birth date: july 29

zodiac sign: leo

height: 174 cm

hair color: his hair is more brown in canon, but tbh i see his hair being a bit more pink? i prefer to use "faded pink" for him, but it looks more "pale violet red" here.

eye color: his eyes are the same color as his hair and again, they look more pale violet red here.

homeland: ???

family: father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, three younger sisters

school: noble bell college

dorm: ??? (do i look like i'm good at coming up with dorm names)

school year: third year

occupation: student

club: none, just like sebastian, he prefers to check up on other clubs with rollo.

best subject: astrology

dominant hand: right-handed

favorite food: junk food and anything that you don't have to cook yourself and can easily buy anywhere.

least favorite food: his spicy food tolerance is extremely low, so yeah, he hates food like that.

hobbies: surfing the net, gaming, online shopping

talent: none. he's not particularly good at anything and he's not really trying to get better at anything.

unique magic: "disobeying the order". whenever cole misbehaves, forgets/refuses to do something or simply does something stupid, he can easily make anyone forget about it and he can get away with it that way. it sounds very useful, however, it has its weaknesses: cole can wipe someone's memory only if cole let that person down or "disobeyed their order", so it's not like he can always do that, he must do something bad before he's able to use his magic. and also, his magic has its limits and he can use it only three times a day. he accumulates blot very quickly as well, so he must be careful with it, he actually has almost overblotted once.. but no one remembers it. and if he uses his magic too often on a specific person, that person will start slowly losing their memories and if cole doesn't stop, they can end up forgetting even their own name. that person may also start feeling very tired most of the time and lose the ability to sleep.

dislikes: working, studying

personality: cole is a very easygoing and carefree person, who loves having fun and hanging out with other people. he's also very interested in romance and dating, so you can often see him flirting with someone.. and failing. he's actually very awkward, even though he doesn't seem like that type of person. though he claims that being awkward makes him even cuter and someone will definitely fall in love with him one day. he's very serious about it and if someone makes fun of him for being single, he will literally fight them. even though most people would describe cole as "energetic", he's a lot more lazy than they think and he refuses to do anything that he sees as "pointless" or "meaningless", which is pretty much.. everything. he tends to use his unique magic very often, so that he doesn't have to do any work and he can make other people do his job. but again, his magic does have its limits, so he makes sure to behave when he's not able to use it. also, even though he hates paper work and other "boring" tasks, he's very good at things that require talking to people and making connections, so yeah, there's a reason why he's still the vice president. he also often offers rollo his help with more personal stuff, like simply listening to him talk or helping with his problems that are not related to the student council's work even though rollo doesn't trust him enough to ask for his help and cole just appears out of nowhere and goes "hey, you need anything? :D" he's also the guy who makes tea whenever the student council is having a meeting and yes, he has to force himself to make it sometimes because of how lazy he is, but there is a reason why he doesn't let anyone else do it. and yes, that reason is "maybe if he shows that he can do at least something useful, he won't get kicked out". he also has a 13 year old boy's sense of humor, which means that he has the same password he uses for everything and it's "coleisthebest69420lolol"

notable relationships:

when cole just became the vice president, he thought rollo was a bit scary and he didn't know how to act around him. however, he quickly got used to his company and like two weeks later he already was like "HEYYYY WHAT'S UP BUDDY HOW ARE YOU FE- okay. okay, sorry, president. sorry, it won't happen again. sorry." he actually tries to get to know rollo better and he often asks him about his hobbies, interests, friends, family- oh, okay, it's a touchy subject, okay. now that he's a third-year and has more experience, cole claims that he knows how to talk to rollo now and he's proud of being his vice president.. but he became one not because of being good at his job, but because of his luck. he's also the type to randomly give rollo dating advice even though he did tell him muiltiple times that he doesn't need it. but cole thinks he does.

cole likes to call sebastian his best friend, though their relationship wasn't that good when they just met. cole kept annoying him and he didn't respect his personal space at all, trying to become closer with him. their relationship eventually got better, mostly thanks to sebastian enjoying doing the work that cole was supposed to do. LIKE HELLO HE CAN JUST MAKE THIS GUY DO EVERYTHING FOR HIM AND HE WON'T MIND, LET'S GO. and cole is the one who does most of the talking, if sebastian doesn't feel confident or comfortable enough. cole is secretly jealous of him though, because he thinks and knows that sebastian is much more talented than him and he's also jealous of his looks. it's not like cole is not pretty, it's just.. he thinks the assistant boy is more beautiful than him. but even though he's jealous of him, he's actually very protective of him and if sebastian gets bullied by someone, he's already here and he's ready to beat that person up.

cole met merrill during nrc students' visit to nbc and he thought he was interesting right when he saw him. he had a lot of fun talking to him and he jokingly tried to flirt with him once and he did not expect merrill to flirt back. so he ran away and hid behind sebastian because he is not strong enough for this. their dynamic is actually kinda funny because of how 😄😆😜🤣 cole usually is, but when it comes to merrill, he immediately goes 😳👉👈 they kept talking online after merrill had to go back to nrc and they're very close now.. but cole is still too scared to make the first move. he will punch anyone who makes fun of him for that.

fun facts:

he's actually not from the city of flowers and he lived in a small village before moving there, so he's kind of.. you know. he's a country boy, even though he absolutely loves the internet and knows all the latest trends. his family thought he should go to nrc at first and they thought he would feel right at home there, however, they realized that if he goes to a school like nrc, his behavior will most likely get worse, so they sent him to nbc, hoping that he will become more responsible there. his mom also comes from the city of flowers, so she knew a lot about it and she told cole everything he needed to know.

his sisters are much younger than him, the oldest one is 10 years old and the youngest one was born when he already started attending nbc and he was able to finally meet her only after coming back home for the summer break. he's not the best older brother though and his little sisters are much more hardworking than him.

his nrc dorm would most likely be heartslabyul and his phone case design is a reference to that.

even though the original npcs don't really have a height difference, cole is much shorter than sebastian and rollo. he's also the same height as avery.

if sebastian is inspired by snowball, it can be said that cole's disney counterpart is phoebus and his unique magic is a reference to phoebus being the captain of frollo's guard and going against him. however, cole's magic somehow manages to be a much darker, but also funnier version of it, because if his disney counterpart stopped following his boss's orders because he realized that he's been working for an evil and cruel man.. cole just uses his magic because he's lazy and he doesn't want to work. the dark part is that he mostly uses his magic on rollo, so it means he's been brainwashing the student council president for like.. a year or two. y-yeah.

no one knows about cole's unique magic because they obviously wouldn't remember him using it on them/in front of them and he also hasn't told anyone either. he also doesn't see a reason why he should talk about his unique magic, if their president's mood gets worse whenever magic is mentioned.

just like sebastian, he likes romance media a lot, though he doesn't really have a cute reason for it. it's just that romance media is one of the things that actually makes him feel something. for example, other student council members have noticed that cole is usually more interested in romance movies and comedies, but he's mostly emotionless when he watches something else, even horror movies.

according to molly, malleus's cousin who goes to nbc and hangs out with rollo, cole and sebastian, cole most likely has depression because they used their unique magic on him which allows them to understand other people's feelings better and they found nothing but emptiness inside of him, which explains why he finds everything tiring and he doesn't have any motivation.

cole becoming rollo's vp was the only moment in his life when he actually tried to achieve something. he tried to get the vice president position just because it sounded fun and he had nothing to do, also his mom said that he should try "doing something great" so that his life feels more meaningful. he got it mostly thanks to his luck, because most people were too scared to work with rollo and thought they didn't deserve it. cole was scared of him as well but he managed to get over his fear and rollo thought the student council could use a sociable and extroverted person like cole. also cole's grades were surprisingly good for a guy like him.. totally not because of his unique magic. totally. so it's actually kind of wholesome, cole doesn't want to get kicked out and he even agrees to do the work he finds boring so that rollo won't get mad at him, but only because being a part of the council is the only thing that makes his life more interesting and fun.

he also secretly works for seth's sister, luna, who ended up in twisted wonderland after trying to find her brother. the reason? uh.. she's pretty. that's it, really. he does start questioning her motives when he ends up getting attached to rollo and seth and realizes that luna is actually not a good person.

#ohhh he would definitely get along with vance i just know he would #vance wasn't allowed to come with others to nbc only because he would make too many fire puns #one day i will show how luna looks now. one day #anyway i love the nbc gang <3 that's it #lina draws ocs

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midsummereve1993 · 1 year

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@youlightmeupfinn @valeriiecameron @appetite4savage @la-undercover-latina @ali-r3n

Warnings childbirth

A/n here is a story I started working on a while back secretly under wraps and

Welcoming Charlotte rayne neil into the world

March 17 2005 7:00 am

Rain moaned slightly so as not to wake her husband, the last crew days of her pregnancy she had been more uncomfortable and miserable then she ever felt. She never could get comfortable and was always shifting to stop her daughter from pressing down on her pelvis which would send shooting pain up between her legs, "ooo she said as another contraction hit her and she only prayed that they were braxton hicks and not the real thing.

Vince had to go out of town for a couple of days and she wanted him here when they welcomed their daughter Into the world, "you ok baby she heard Vince's voice and turned to look at him. "Yep baby just our daughter causing me some pain is all, "she isn't wanting to settle down at all she said laughing so he wouldn't know she was having Contractions.

"Baby girl you need to settle down for mommy, "she is doing a lot of work carrying you for nine months so please take it easy on her Vince Said as she placed his hand on rain belly and felt his daughter moving underneath his hand. "Maybe she will be a soccer player or a basketball player, "or she could become a rockstar like her old man Vince said laughing as he gave rain a kiss and headed downstairs to make breakfast.

Rain placed her hand over her belly and spoke quietly to her daughter, "please wait to be born your daddy will be sad that he miss your birth she said and felt a kick which she hoped that meant ok and she beaded downstairs. After eating breakfast she wishes her husband Good luck and a kiss as she watches him leave the house and she closes the door.

"Just you and Me baby girl,'' she Said as she began to clean the house.

March 17 2005 11:00 am

Rain heard the doorbell ring and went to see who it was, when she opened it she saw Mick standing on the other side of the door and welcomed the man in. She had a sneaking feeling Vince had Mick come over to check on her which made her smile that even though he was gone he didn't want her to be by herself.

"Hi mick how are you doing? `` she said and gave the man a hug before she pulled back, "I'm good but look at you. "You look like you're about to pop any day,'' Mick said as he felt rain placed his hand on her belly and he felt his niece moving around. "I feel like it's Oh Rain Said as she felt another contraction hit her making mick stop midway to the living room at her moan and jog back to her.

"Rain are you feeling ok mick said placing his hands on her back, "i'v be having Contractions since Vince left this morning and I thought it was just braxton hicks but now I'm not too sure she said and mick helped her to the living room and sit her on the couch. "Maybe I should call Vince, '' Mick said as he took his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed the number but only got his voice Mail. Mick left a message and threw his phone on the couch and turned back to rain.

"Ok so Vince isn't answering but I left a message so he should call me back soon so in the meantime why Don't we just watch tv until you think it's time to go to the hospital. Mick didn't want to say it but the thought of rain delivering this baby in the hospital made his stomach turn. He knew he would definitely be in the room when she gave birth because if the roles were reversed he knew Vince would do the same for him.

While watching tv rain slightly shifted back and forth, Mick time each contraction on his phone and saw they were three minutes apart and wanted to try and get her to the hospital before things got really too far along. "Ok so your contractions are three minutes apart so I'm going to call a taxi to come get us. Mick said getting up before rain stopped him, "Mick I already have a midwife ok standby. "Me and Vince chose a homebirth because we didn't want the news reporters getting the scoop before we could have a chance to bond with our daughter.

"Ooooo oh my God rain said and gripped the couch as hard as she could, "I'm going with them right now, he said and dialed the number on the table. After getting that done he came back to the living room to see rain gripping the couch again. "Ohhhhhhhhh rain moans gripping harder onto the couch, "oh it hurts she said and tried to breath through the Contraction. "I know rain but just breathe, you're doing good, "the midwife said.

March 17 2005 1:00 pm

It had been two hours since rain went into labor and it seems the Contractions only got worse as time went on, "ooooo mick it hurts it hurts so bad rain sobs as she tried to breath to the contraction. "Just keep breathing your doing good sweetie, "ow ow ow my hips feels like they're breaking apart she said and mick rubbed her back as much as he could. He really couldn't do much but do what he could to help her.

"Oooooo there's another one, rain winces as Mick held her hand and helped her breath through it, "Breath through it rain just breath through it Mick said helping her Breath through the Contraction. "Ooo there's so much pressure mick rain said and mick suddenly got very afraid .

"It's ok it just breathes just like that,'' he said, rubbing her arms as best as he could, '' I'm sorry Mick I really am. "Don't worry about it, "if the roles were reversed he would do the same for me but you need to keep breathing. "They're getting closer together and I'm scared that Vince won't make it rain sobs at the thought of her husband missing the birth of their daughter, "hey hey Vince may not be here but I ain't going to leave you alone for one minute mick said and give her a hug.

Mick heard his phone ringing and saw it was the midwife and his heart sank, "well the midwife said traffic is back up and she may be a little late,'' Mick said and saw her face fall. "But hey if worse comes to shove I'll just call 911 and they will talk me through it,'' Mick said, making her laugh.

March 17 2005 3:00 pm

Two hours have gone by and now rain is full on Agony, her contractions have gotten intense and now she is a bubbling mess. "I want rain sobs as she lays on her bed holding Mick hand who is behind her rubbing her back, "I know honey and I left Him ten more messages and Nikki and Tommy are actively trying to get ahold of him mick said as he felt her squeeze his hand and started rubbing her back.

Suddenly mick felt something wet on his pants and looked down to see the bed wet and his heart stopped, "rain I think your water just broke he told her and watched her eyes grow wide. "What nooooooo this can't happen, "I can't have this baby ow rain yells as other contractions hit her and she grabbed her stomach. "Just breathe, remember to breathe,'' Mick said, rubbing her back before Rain let go of her stomach and flop back down on the bed.

"My god mick, "I don't know if I can do this, "I mean I always thought Vince would be here but now I'm not sure. "Hey, listen to me and listen well. "I know Vince isn't here right now but I am and I am willing to help you through it no matter what Mick said, taking a rain hand. "I appreciate it, Mick, you're here. It really does rain.

'Like I said if the roles were reversed he would do the same for me, "ooooooo here comes another one rain said and held mick hand again trying not to squeeze his hand. "Just breathe, remember to breathe,'' Mick said, rubbing her back as the contraction faded away. "I'm going to go try and call Vince again, "I will be right back, Mick said walking out the door.

Downstairs Mick had tried again to call Vince but to no avail, making the man frown in frustration.

Upstairs rain feels like she has to use the bathroom so she slowly gets up and heads to the bathroom but only makes it halfway before she feels the urge to push and slowly gets down on her knees and screams for mick.

Downstairs Mick has tried Vince again but the man isn't answering but then he hears the scream from upstairs making his blood run cold he drops his cellphone and hurries up the stairs as fast as he can.

Mick runs into the bedroom to see rain on the floor with her underwear thrown to the side as she fights the urge to push, "Mick please I need to push oh God I need to push rain says as she Grabs her knees and pulls them back as she curls forward to push. "Mick drops down beside the rain and holds her hand and places his hands behind her head to help her push.

"Perfect rain you're doing good,'' Mick says as she drops back down breathing heavily, "it feels like she's right there. Mick helps me she hollers out making Mick look between her legs to see a bit of blonde hair peeking out before looking back to the rain. "I see the top of her head and she's got blonde hair,'' Mick says as she helps rain curl forward again to push.

"Oh it hurts such rain says as she lets back from the push, "I know sweetie but before you know it your daughter will be here and this will all be worth it mick said rubbing her knee. Rain moans with another contraction and Mick helps her curl into the push and watches as the baby's head comes more into view.

"Oh it hurts so much she screams but again pushes as her body is telling her to, "perfect the baby is coming rain your doing perfect mick said as he helped rain settle back down to give her time to rest.

Rain gets another contraction and curls forward to push, feeling her daughter's whole head slowly come forward with a burning sensation.

"Help help me mick, "it's burning og God help me rain cries out as she pushes again, "I know rain but it's just her starting to crown is all. "You're doing perfect but I need you to breathe to give you body time to stretch,'' Mick said, helping her Breath and hoping the midwife will arrive before his neide makes her appearance but judging by how fast it happened it looks like he will be the one to deliver her.

"Ok you're done stretching,'' Mick says as she bares down against as Mick helps her curl forward, "perfect rain just perfect mick says as rain yells as the contraction fades. "One more push and her head will be here,'' Mick said and placed his hand on his hand behind the rain as he helped her to push as she yelled one last time and Mick watched the head appear.

"Her head is out of rain, '' Mick says, taking the rain hand and placing it down on her daughter's head. "My baby rain says as another contraction grips her and pushes one last time as her daughter's shoulders clears and she comes straight into mick hands making the cry as he places the baby on the rain chest.

"Hi baby rain says as she holds the baby and cries tears of joy, "you just couldn't wait could you she says and looks at Mick who has tears in his eyes. "Think you mick, "think you so much rain says as Mick comes around and sits beside her and looks at the baby. Mick can't believe he just delivered a baby and his own niece at that.

"Have you got a name for her yet,'' Mick says as he hears the midwife downstairs and footsteps heading up the stairs, "Charlotte rain she says and sees the midwife come into view.

After being thoroughly checked out, rain is in the bed feeding her daughter while Mick is downstairs, he is still on high from delivering his niece and finally he sees Vince pull up the driveway and rushes inside. "Where the hell were you Mick says once the man is inside making Vince wince at how cold his voice is. "Sorry I finally got your message but traffic was horrible where she is.

"Upstairs and you have a daughter, "the midwife didn't make it in time so I took the liberty of delivering your daughter. Now go see your daughter, Mick says and watches Vince rush upstairs. Vince comes into the room and stops short when he sees his wife holding their daughter. "Vince met our daughter Charlotte rain says as she watches her husband come over and sits down beside her.

"Hi Charlotte we wanted a while for you Vince said, taking her small hand in his, "I heard Mick deliver her he said and was grateful for his bandmate. "Yep and I'm thinking of making him her godfather,'' she says as she sees Mick standing in the doorway, '' Come back in Mick me and Vince has something we want to ask you rain says and watches as Mick walks into the room and sits on the bed.

"You don't have to think of me you know, "if the roles were reversed I know Vince would do the same for me he said and watched Vince shake his head. "Mick me and Vince were talking and I want you to be her godfather, "I mean you delivered her and I know yall will have a strong bond as she grows rain says and sees tears forming in mick eyes.

"Awe y'all didn't have to do what Mick said and watched as rain leaned up and placed Charlotte in his arms. "Say hello to Charlotte rain Vince says and watches his bandmate start to cry. "She's beautiful Vince mick said looking into the baby girl's blue eyes, "I promise to Always be there for you and no matter what you can always Come to me if you don't feel like you can go to your dad.

"Mick I can't thank you enough for what you did for My wife and daughter, "Vince I only signed up to watch the rain and make sure that she was OK but it seems I need to add baby delivery on my lists of jobs lol. "Needless to say, Vince, I've seen enough to not want to do this again.

But mick didn't find it funny years later when nikki ask him if he would be willing to deliver his new daughter when the time come making mick glare at the man and said he wasn't going to do it

#mick mars

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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spanishinfluenza · 3 years

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Here's a scalding hot take here but, Give it all away by Russkaja is LITERALLY hopeless romantic Esme. Like, it's half Russian so some translating is requiered, which, I included the translation for that reason. Chorus is in English but, with the translation in mind, listen to it and tell me it's not Esme to a T

Wow wow it is scalding hot but mama? i'm ready to get burned

YOURE RIGHT! That's fuckin Esme right there! That's our hopeless romantic vampire mom right therrrrr

#esme cullen #meluisart #ask #me and rayn do three things with our day #listen to music #do gymnastics to project Esme onto it in anyway we can #send each other the result #wait we do a fourth thing #we agree wholeheartedly w each other everytime #but thats just bc WE KNOW ESME OKAY?#way better than sm*yer #hopeless romantic antics

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noonastopride · 2 years

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Pride, Chapter 9

The Northern Pride formed to give some of the female Alpha Hybrids a safe place where they could live, and thrive, away from the aggressive advances of weaker males.

The idea of Mates was like a fairy tale to them, until one of their own finds hers on a business trip.

Agust was happy working as a chef in his mother's restaurant in South Korea, but dropped everything to be with his Mate. After a tense introduction to her Pride, he makes himself at home and finds he fits in with the women his Mate considers her sisters.

Now that he’s met them, he suspects the females of the Northern Pride might actually have Mates; his brother and friends from his Pride back in Korea.

Chapter 9

The next morning Seokjin, Namjoon and Jungkook met in the kitchen to start their day. Between the three of them they figured out how to use the fancy coffee maker. They deemed it a pain in the ass, but decided it was worth the work once they got a taste.

“I suppose it’s just a matter of getting used to something new,” Namjoon said in his wise-old-man voice,

“I’m going to head out to the swing by the lake. It looks like a peaceful place to enjoy my coffee and book before everyone else is awake.”

“I think I’ll go have a little run. Check out the area a little and get my blood pumping,” Seokjin said as he stretched his arms over his head.

Jungkook chuckled and said,

“I would give you shit and say that it’s the only thing you’re going to be pumping in the near future, but that would backfire on me.” He stood and finished his drink and put the cup in the sink, “Let me grab my shoes and I’ll go with you.”

Over in Rayne’s little cottage, she, Rokki and Scarlett were just starting to wake up after a long night of listening to Scarlett complain about her mate not immediately making her scream in ecstasy. But, she took comfort in the fact that he was sleeping in her room. He didn’t want to kick her out of her own bed, but she insisted,

“If we aren’t going to be together for this first night, the least I can do is make sure you are surrounded by comfort. I know your scent comforts me. It’s the least I can do.”

The three women were well accustomed to sharing a bed, and fell asleep watching movies with each other and the others a few times a week, so it wasn’t like they were being put out. In fact, it was comforting for them to be with members of their Pride, and after a day like that, they needed the familiarity of each other. Well. Rayne and Rokki needed it. Scarlett just dealt with it.

“Ugh. I need coffee,” Scarlett said as she stretched from her spot in between the two taller women. Of course, she made sure to stretch in every way possible that would wake up her sisters. Rayne grumbled back at her as she was pushed further into the wall by the woman’s behind, and Rokki threatened violence if Scar actually succeeded in shoving her off of the side of the bed.

“Have I mentioned lately how disgusting it is that you are so chipper in the morning?” Rayne grouched as she rolled onto her back and rubbed her hands over her face.

“Come on, bitches!” Scarlett said with a giggle as she scooted off the bottom of the bed, “The sun is shining and our Mates are waiting!”

Rayne growled in displeasure and rolled back over. Her attempts to pull the covers back over her head were thwarted when Scarlett pulled the blankets off the bed completely.

Rokki sat up and stared at the wall, not at all ready to face the day. She zoned out and was wondering if Rayne might have some juice in her mini fridge when Scarlett let out a startled gasp as she looked out the sliding glass door,

“Um,” she giggled in a very schoolgirl manner, “You two need to see this.”

Rokki sighed and had to fight the urge to stomp her feet as she went to see what could have Scar reacting like that. What she saw when she got there had her choking on her own spit. That was enough to garner Rayne’s attention, so she rolled off the bed and joined the other two at the door.

What she saw had her frozen to the spot.

Seokjin and Jungkook were standing in the grass, sweaty and shirtless. They were both breathing heavily and stretching their legs, having apparently gone for a run that morning.

Scarlett continued giggling while watching her sisters' reactions to their Mates looking so delicious.

Rokki’s eyes got wide and she watched the man that was destined to be hers stretch his muscles. She drank in every dip and bulge, and fantasized about being able to run her tongue along every bit of the exposed skin she saw. She whined, and sent Scarlett into a fit of laughter.

Scar looked at Rayne, positive she’d roll her eyes and laugh along with her at their shy sister’s reaction…

But what she found was Rayne scowling at her Mate. Jungkook was stretching his hamstrings, looking golden and sexy for all to see. How dare he look so damn good? Every cut, every line, every curve of him seemed to be pure muscle, and in the morning light he looked like a God. Even his hair looked magnificent.

Rayne was caught between several emotions. On top of the list was lust and wanting. That was HER man. Then there was irritation, need, possessiveness and anger. In that order.

“I can feel my Mate,” said Seokjin as he pulled his arm across his body to stretch his shoulder, “She’s watching me. I like it.” He wanted to acknowledge her, but thought she might run again so he chose to bask in her gaze, instead. He even turned to make sure to give a good shot of his backside when he bent to touch his toes.

“I can feel Rayne watching me, too,” Jungkook chuckled knowingly. He worked hard on his body, and it pleased him that his Mate was enjoying it, too.

He, though, didn’t wait. Jungkook turned his head and made eye contact with Rayne. They stared at each other without blinking. She was well aware that he was throwing her challenge back at her, and her independent side decided it would be best to push back.

She was actually relieved when Seokjin finally turned and winked at Rokki, because being caught ogling her Mate like that made the woman jump back and trip over her own feet, which forced Rayne to break the eye challenge -slash- eye fuck she had going with her own Mate to make sure her sister was ok.

Well. She and Scarlett made sure Rokki was fine once they were done laughing, anyway.

“I hate you two.”

“Come on, Rokki! Even you have to admit that was funny! All he did was wink, for heaven's sake!”

“I still hate you two.”

“Rayne! Stop laughing and help me out, here!”

Scarlett tried hard to keep a straight face as she attempted to placate Rokki, but Rayne had no such luck.

She wiped away the tears and crouched down to pat the embarrassed woman on the shoulder,

“It’s ok, Rok. I’ve heard you only jump a little at first.”

Rokki shoved Rayne over, and that sent the woman into a fit of even harder laughter.

Seokjin and Jungkook had gone inside to get cleaned up by the time Scarlett finally got herself together enough to wrangle the other two up and head to the big house for breakfast.

“Come on you two. I want breakfast burritos.”

Once they were in the big house, though, Scarlett opened the fridge and realized they didn’t have enough eggs to make breakfast for so many people,

“All of that planning and grocery shopping and we forget the eggs,” she sighed in exasperation.

Rayne was fighting a losing battle to ignore her Mate’s scent. It was all she could smell. It felt like it covered her like a cozy blanket she wanted to snuggle into, so when the opportunity to get away for a moment came, she jumped on it,

“I’ll give Bam a call,” she said as she stood, “He always has a ton of eggs on hand.”

Scarlett and Rokki started on the bacon and the rest of the ingredients, and Rayne got to get a breath of fresh air.

Namjoon heard the girls and met Rayne on his way back to the house,

“Good morning, Rayne,” he said with a bright smile, “How are you this morning?”

Although she was hesitant about having all of these males on their property, Rayne was all smiles and happy to be seeing someone other than her Mate at that moment,

“Morning, Namjoon. I’m good. Scarlett and Rokki are getting breakfast started. I just have to run to our neighbor’s to get more eggs. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Namjoon chuckled and looked at her attire,

“Are you friendly enough with this neighbor to be going in your pajamas?”

Rayne laughed, “I’d completely forgotten about that, actually. Honestly, Bam probably wouldn’t even care, but I guess I should throw on something more appropriate.”

Inside the kitchen, Seokjin and Jungkook had reappeared and sat at the little kitchen table with their coffee. Rokki opened the windows before they came downstairs to get some fresh air, and dilute her Mate’s scent, before they started cooking.

“Who’s Bam?” he asked no one in particular as he watched his Mate go into her cottage.

“Bam? He lives down the road. He owns a ranch, and we buy all of our meat and eggs from him. Rayne is going to go get some more eggs for our breakfast.”

This displeased him greatly. Who was this male? Was he unattached? Were he and Rayne more than just business acquaintances? Jungkook’s jealousy led the charge as he got up and went out to wait for his Mate to reappear.

Namjoon smirked as he passed his friend. He could smell the jealousy coming off of him, and could only guess why. But he had his own mate on his mind. As he walked into the kitchen, all he saw was his Mate. His Scarlett. She was bustling around the kitchen in her pajamas, prepping the ingredients they’d need for breakfast with her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Scarlett stopped dead when his scent reached her. It wasn’t embarrassment that turned her cheeks a pretty pink color. It was feminine knowing. Her body’s way of acknowledging her Alpha.

Namjoon inhaled deeply, taking his Mate’s scent. He was fighting a losing battle with himself to refrain from completing their union until a time he felt was more appropriate, but the longer he was in her presence, the closer that time came.

Rokki was quite proud of herself as she turned the bacon. She hadn’t burned herself or broken anything since her Mate came into the room. He sat at the little table by the windows, sipping his coffee and watching her work. She still felt nervous, but the weight his gaze held was more familiar than it was the day before. She even chanced a peek his way a couple of times.

To his credit, Seokjin had kept his winking and flirting to a minimum since he and Jungkook sat with them. Even if he found Rokki’s reactions to be adorable, he decided it was safer for everyone around if he didn’t antagonize her while she had sharp things within reach. But, he was on the lookout for any opportunity to flirt with his Mate.

In fact, Seokjin was determined to not spend another night without his woman in his arms.

Jungkook was patiently sitting at the patio table when Rayne came out of her cottage with her phone at her ear,

“Thanks, Bam. I’ll be right over,” she laughed, obviously comfortable with the man she was talking with, “Yes, right now. I’m leaving right now. I swear I’m walking to the car with keys in hand as we speak. Ok. Bye.”

She made eye contact with her Mate as she pressed the end button. Rayne only paused for a moment, but it was long enough for Jungkook to make his move. With a deep, displeased snarl, he jumped up and pulled his Mate into his arms. She barely had enough time to gasp before his mouth was on her neck, spreading his scent and making sure any unmated male would know that she was HIS.

Rayne’s eyes rolled back and she dug her nails into his upper arms. The little touch of pain and the quiet moan she didn’t even know she made spurred Jungkook on. His original plan was only to scent her, but that was quickly morphed into biting and sucking on her skin. And when he moved to kiss her lips, there was no hesitation… she kissed him back.

Rayne’s senses were filled with her Mate. Touch. Smell. Sound. It was natural to add taste to the list, and as their tongues caressed, the carnal urge to scent her Mate moved her without thought.

Jungkook’s hand held the back of her head as she ran her tongue up and down the tendon below his ear. His low, sensual growl vibrated through her body and touched her in places she thought had dried up and blown away a long time ago.

She was lost to instinct.

The hand that Jungkook didn’t have tangled in her hair slid down to her backside where he filled his palm with her ass and pulled her body tight against his own.

Rayne’s body shuddered when he growled again. She pulled her head back and looked her Mate in the eyes.

Jungkook leaned in and rubbed his nose gently on hers before kissing her again, afraid she would regain her clarity and leave if he gave her too much time to think.

It was Luna that inadvertently came to the rescue, though. Excited to see her mom and her new Alpha, the long haired black cat enthusiastically rubbed her body across their legs, only to do the “flop and roll” when they pulled their lips apart to look down at her.

It was that moment of fresh air that brought Rayne back to herself. She pulled away from Jungkook and cleared her throat,

“I have to go get eggs.”

It was the perfect excuse to get away. She was almost to the door of the big house when his curiosity got the better of him,

“Who’s Bam?”

Rayne stopped in her tracks. The pieces suddenly came together, and she knew why he had jumped on her like that. She turned and glared at her Mate,

“All of that was because I’m meeting with a man you don’t know?” she huffed out an unamused laugh, “And here I thought you wanted me. I’ll know better next time.”

She pulled open the door and stomped through the house before he could respond.

Jungkook ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he heard a vehicle speed away. He’d messed that up royally. He didn’t feel too terrible about it though. She still carried his scent, and that satisfied his inner Alpha. Even better than that, he realized as he inhaled, she’d scented him, as well.

He smiled and picked up Luna to give the cat some love, despite her interrupting a stellar make out session with his Mate. Rayne may have stomped away, but Jungkook knew he finally had her emotions in play, and that was a huge step toward claiming his woman.

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My Little Brothers revenge Part 1

My little brothers revenge

The Hickman's were for the most part a average middle class family. both the parents worked and they had two children.

A 12 year old named Justin who had natural blond hair in a brush cut though he currently had it dyed indigo blue to go with his icy blue eyes. He had a jock's build (well as much as one could have at that age) and wasn't scared to use his physical power to his advantage.

his little brother Alex was short for his age and was always being mistaken for a 6 year old or worse when he was 9 and a half. He had red hair that went down to his shoulders and he kept in a pony tail and his checks were sprinkled with freckles.His slim body meant he was last to be picked for any sports though unlike his brother he was a strait A student and actually sometimes had to help his older brother with his homework, a fact that neither of them enjoyed.

It was their mother Anne (who Alex took after in appearance) who insisted that he help his big brother and it always ended with Justin pissed off and Alex hanging from a bed post by his sponge bob underoo's.

Their father who Justin took after in appearance refused to believe his little all star could be such a bully and so it was usually left to Alex to figure out a way to hold his own or go and whine to their mother, getting him labeled a mama's boy.

Still all brothers fight, it was just a fact of life and it might of all just gone this way with them being a semi happy family till the day the bully of a big brother took things a step too far and Alex decided that Justin had to be put in his place once and for all.

Alex had been hanging out with his friends Saturday afternoon, playing video games in the living room and having semi pissed off Justin who had wanted to watch a movie with HIS friends.

But mom and dad made sure that the TV time was shared and that both boys got a block of time and with their parents just down the block, Justin knew better then to try and strong arm them out.

Said friends were Kyle and Lyle, twins from down the block who had a semi creepy habit of finishing each others sentences and had light caramel skin and black hair in matching mushroom cuts. it was easy enough to tell them apart as by a semi quick of fate Lyle had brown eyes while Kyle had green.

Missing in action because he'd gone fishing with his dad was Max, anther shrimp who had dirty blond hair in a short Mohawk (his attempt to look cool which had backfired) and was so white he looked pale most of the time.

being shrimps themselves they had hit it off well with Alex and had formed a semi losers club of sorts, though Alex wasn't found of the name the twins who loved anything Steven king had insisted and he was out voted 2 to 1 since Max had joined the group after.

the boys were doing a retro gaming session of sorts, playing downloaded old games on a new machine and the game of choice for the moment was Ninja turtles two.

"Man, this game is so bad.." Lyle spoke up, playing as Leonardo.

"That it's almost good!" Kyle finished and was playing as Ralph.

"heh, that the fun part of these old games..you know they were giving it their all but just were limited." Alex said.

all three of them were seated on the hard wood floor of the living room though they had spread out a blanket since despite the chill of the October air his parents had refused to turn on the heat yet.

the twins nodded and Alex went to say something else when he hear the booming footsteps of his brother then a familiar stink hit his nose.

'No way, he wouldn't!' Alex thought.

"Hey Little Alexandra, Didn't mom tell you to toss out your pissy wet diapie when you got changed this morning? It's bad enough your a bed wetter, do you have to leave your soggy huggies around?" Justin asked.

and indeed Justin was holding out a totally soaked Spider-man print diaper in front of him, holding it with just a finger and his thumb and holding his nose.

Behind him were his friend Adam (Nicknamed grizz or grizzly because of his girth and wildly unkempt brown hair) and Rayne, actually a year younger then the other two but a head taller and so very, very much stupider. Rayne kept his head shaved because he thought it made him look more like the pro wrestlers that he so so loved.

"is that-" Lyle asked, pausing the game and turning to look.

"-A diaper?" Kyle finished, raising a eyebrow.

"JUSTIN! Mom told you not show people those! and I DID toss it out!" Alex huffed and whined, his cheeks going crimson then adding. "And DON'T call me Alexandra!"

"Whatever you say pamper pisser. Look, I went to go into our room to get something and was assaulted by the stink of your bed wetter pants." Justin said and then tossed the soggy thing at Alex, hitting him in the face and knocking him over.

the truth was Alex KNEW he'd tossed the diaper out this morning, he wasn't allowed to toss his very much needed bed time diapers out in the house trash because Dad and Justin would raise a fuss about it stinking up the house and he'd had to wait five minutes because the paper boy had stopped to talk to Mr. Johnson next door.

"JUSTIN GROSS!" Alex whined and sat up, whining and now smelling like stale pee.

"Whatever dork, go and toss your diaper out then take a shower..me and the guys are gonna start our movie early. Wonder twins, I'm sure you don't wanna stick around and hang out with a pamper packer like my little brother right?" Justin said.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Lyle huffed and went to put a supportive hand on Alex's shoulder, but then pulled it back.

he was with his friend but that didn't mean he wanted to get any of the ick on him.

"What he said! Everyone matures differently! Heck, Lyle only just stopped needing a night light this year!" Kyle said, then pout his hands over his mouth as his brother glared at him.

"...Pfffftt BWHAHAHAHAHA!" all three big bullies broke into gut busting laughter.

"I'm not the one who has to suck on a pacifier during thunder storms!" Lyle shot back and blew a raspberry at his twin who huffed and glared.

the bullies naturally were loving it as the twins only dug themselves in deeper and Alex just face palmed.

"Guys, you're NOT helping yourselves." He pointed out.

"Oh my god, it's a group of BABIES! No wonder they all get along!" Grizz laughed, slapping his leg.

"I bet their next sleep over is gonna have them in a crib." Rayne added.

"Alright pamper packers, out of the living room, this movie is PG 13 and I don't want you all blorting your pants when something scary happens. Wonder twins, get your asses home. Alexandra, go take a shower AFTER you toss out your pissy diaper." Justin said, unable to believe just how well all of this had worked out.

"Whatever jerk.." Alex huffed and got up.

he saw his friends off though the twins were still semi huffing and fighting, shoving each other as the walked away and Alex got his wet diaper tossed out without anyone seeing him.

as he went upstairs and got his shower ready one thing was on his mind.

'This means war. I'm gonna make him feel EXACTLY how embarrassing being seen in diapers around your fiends is.' Alex vowed to himself.

Ok, he had no idea HOW he was going to do so, but while Justin may of won the first battle, it was going to be Alex who won the war and prove his Brain's out did his brother brawn.

The movie was going about as well as could be expected since they had to keep pausing it to have anther laugh at just how dorky Alex and his friends were.

Of course Rayne and Grizz had known for awhile (even if Justin technically wasn't suppose to of told them) about Alex being a diaper filler. (and he might of exaggerated what all Alex used his diapers for)

Maybe a SMALL part of Justin had felt sorry for Alex being humiliated like that in front of his friends, but Grizz had actually come up with the idea and he didn't wanna look like a pussy in front of the guys.

Besides with it coming out that the twins were just as big of dorks as his little brother any real guilt had vanished and he toyed with the idea of dragging out Alex's old play pen out of the basement for the next time he had all his dorky friends over.

'heh, get some pacifiers to shut'em up..put them all in Alex's diapers and take lots of pictures. boom, homework and chore bitches till I graduate.' Justin thought with a smirk and chuckled.

"what's so funny? Oooo and I know that look. Someone's had a evil thought." Grizz asked.

"Heh.. How would you guys feel about making some diapered nerds do our homework for us?" Justin asked.

"well, could be funny, but where are we gonna find some?" Rayne asked.

"..." Grizz roiled his eyes

"...Rayne buddy just smile and listen." Justin said semi sweat dropping.

"I can do that!" Rayne said with a big toothy grin.

Shaking his head Justin started to explain his evil plan, and his friends laughed and chuckled, and were MORE then on board.

Getting out of the shower and drying off, Alex got dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and a t-shirt then sat on his bed with his laptop.

He tried different google searches trying to figure out just how to get his brother back in diapers but for the most part it ended up giving him story link's that he bookmarked to look over later and see if there was anything usable.

He did find a forum called little brothers revenge and it had some really wicked ideas for the most part, but only two threads popped up when he searched for diaper.

the first one was clearly bull with it talking about how this kid had pooped in a diaper and hide it in his big brothers room and gotten the big brother in trouble (and even if it wasn't, Alex would hold off crapping himself as a weapon of last resort.)

the other thread was old, and had been posted just before Christmas of last year and had a little brother talk about how he had set his brother up to look like he wanted diapers for Christmas and his dad had fallen for it, and so had the rest of the family.

Of course there was a lot of disbelief in the read over that and one guy commented 'pics or your full of shit!'

As Alex scrolled down, he pretty much thought the same but then his jaw dropped as there was a picture of a sleeping boy, in a t-shirt and thick diapers and sucking on a paci and a younger boy was in frame too, it was a semi selfie and was smirking and giving the peace sign. the caption under the picture read 'Believe me now bitches?'

"Hoooly shitttttt." Alex said, this guy was his hero!

he didn't seem to be activate on the forum anymore though, there were a bout a dozen replies and a few more comments from the guy but then he vanished.

his user profile did have a e-mail attached to it and so Alex snagged it and went to write the guy a e-mail.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: DUDE YOUR MY HERO!

Hey just wanted to say, I saw your post on Little brothers revenge and wanted to say how awesome that was and also I was wondering if you had any advice or tips on getting a big brother in padding. mine's being a total butt hole lately and just ugggghhh @_@

I had one idea about maybe like peeing on his bed after he gets up to frame him for bed wetting, what do you think? hope to hear from you soon!

E-mail written Alex clicked send and then went to kill some time play a few games online, never once suspecting that while he was trying to plot his big brother diaper doom, he was likewise plotting out Alex's downstairs.

It was a hour latter when Alex heard the ding that told him he'd gotten a reply and he switched tabs to go and take a look.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re:DUDE YOUR MY HERO

Heh, thanks for the high praise though I gotta warn you, first of all this is something you've gotta be reallllly careful with. Diaper humiliation is a double edged sword, trust me. Had a friend named Ken who tried this and now he's in diapers.

Anyways just taking a leak on your big bro's bed is dumb, you'll get busted for sure! what I'd recommend is making use of laxatives and pee pills in increasing doses till he's wetting his pants all the time and blorting them too. It's a longer game but better results.

what made you wanna get his butt back in diapers anyways, and FYI i expect 'baby pictures' when your plan works.

Alex thought about that for a second and couldn't help but wonder if maybe this 'ken' was really Ben, but pushed that thought out of his head as he started to write his reply.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re:Re:DUDE YOUR MY HERO!

Oh well, I'm a bed wetter and the butt hole went and fished one of my soggy diapers out of the trash and threw it at me while I was hanging out with my friends, trying to say i never tossed it out. so trust me, he totes has this coming.

I really got nothing to lose if I get busted since I'm in huggies every night so I'll try out your plan. it works out because he likes to make me get him drinks and snacks.

as for the picture of him once he's back in huggies heh, sure. thanks for the advice and I'll let you know when the plan starts to work.

E-mail sent Alex closed his e-mail and his game tab then went searching online for the best med's to get to reduce his brother to a helpless pants wetting stinker, only to pause after a few minutes recalling that Max had gotten in trouble awhile back for causing a series of messy accidents around school.

'nggggh..no way he'll be back yet though. I'll go and talk to him tomorrow.' Alex thought and set his laptop aside and laid back on his bed, thinking about just how much fun he was gonna have and ended up conking out.

which was unfortunate as he hadn't put on one of his spider-man diapers and with in ten minutes a wet patch was starting to grow on the front of his jogging pants, which while the dark color would hide it, the tan covered blanket he was laying on wouldn't.

"So when do you think we can do this?" Grizz asked.

the movie was basically forgotten but had been kept on to cover up their voices on the off chance Alex came downstairs (Small chance of that) or if their parents came back early.

"Welll that's the tricky part. I have to have all four of the dweebs here AND have my parents gone. they're going on a weekend trip in about 2 weeks though so I'll try and convince the dweeb to get the loser's club all over here." Justin said.

Rayne, who had just shut his mouth like he'd been told to raised his hand like he was in class.

"heh, Yes Rayne?" Justin asked.

"Aren't they into that dice game, Dragons and prison or whatever?" he asked.

"..Dungeons and dragons, yeah." Justin chuckled.

"Same difference. anyways, say you've been reading up on it and wanna try your hand at hosting a game, but just want them over before you embarrasses yourself in front of us.Most nerds I know love to play and will jump at the chance." Rayne said and smiled.

"Sweet fucking cthulhu. Rayne had a good idea." Grizz chuckled and to patted the bigger boys head. "good boy!"

Rayne beamed and was clearly proud of himself and Justin chuckled.

"Ok, I'll just have to learn enough about this nerd stuff to fake it and get them over. you guys will have to be ready to help though, I don't wanna risk one of the losers getting away." Justin said nodding.

"Hey, as long as I don't have to change any shitty asses I'm in." Grizz said.

"Wait, your gonna make them USE the diapers?" Rayne said and then laughed lots. "Gross!"

"Heh, well the best blackmail is a sobbing little brat in a stinky diaper blackmail. no way the dweeb will risk him in all his smelly glory ending up ALL over town."

"Man, I am glad your not MY big brother." Rayne said, never mind the fact Justin was pretty sure if he tried anything on the semi giant he'd be the one in huggies.

"Eh, No worries. you'd be a awesome little bro. Now all we need to do is go and pick the perfect pampers for them."

"Oh, I got it! There's this discount store my mom drags me to because they have her cream of wheat and other junk she likes cheap, but they got in a shipment of over night diapers for big kids, boys and girls. the boys has rockets and stars on them and are blue." Grizz said, setting up the best part.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." Justin smirked.

"the girls has unicorns and rainbows and are pink!" Grizz finished and cackled.

Plans set for his brother's diapered humiliation, the boys finally turned they're attention back to the movie.

After the movie it was getting late and so Justin sent the guys home as technically speaking they weren't suppose to be over, only him or Alex could have friends over for the most part if mom and dad weren't home. (Weekend vacations were the exception, though their folks made it clear the house had been be clean when they got back)

Whoever had their friends over was also suppose to clean up after them and after a chip fight in the living room Justin smirked, knowing he could get Alex to clean the mess up, since it would be Alex and his friend getting blamed for the mess.

Of course Justin usually made Alex clean up after him and his friends anyways but that always took a little bit more effort in the form of using the dorks undies to bounce him like a yo yo if he didn't listen.

He toyed with leaving Alex sulking in their room where he been since the shower and just letting the dweeb get in trouble but since it was Justin's turn to start dinner so it'd be ready and he didn't feel like cooking, he had to get Alex downstairs anyways to be a good little chore bitch.

"This will be SO much easier once I have the blackmail on him." Justin sighed to himself as he made his way up the stairs to the boys shared bedroom.

Opening the door he went to go and say something but was hit by the stench of piss and a quick look confirmed the little bed soaker had gone night night without a pamper on.

"Hey dork face! wake up! you pissed the bed!" Justin said in a loud voice.

"Ngggh a gigi boo..Five more minutes mommy.." the still mostly asleep dweeb said, trying to shoo Justin away.

"heh, baby talk? really? Wow, just when I think you can't lower the bar any more Little bro.. ALEXANDRA! WAKE UP!" Justin said then cupped a hand to his mouth and yelled.

Alex jumped sort in bed then sat up, eyes wide and panting, looking around.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He growled once he locked eyes on Justin."ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?!"

"No, but you had a wetting attack dork." Justin said and pointed.

Alex went to say something then looked down and went from pissed off to blushing and tried to cover himself up.

"Ah crap crap crap crap!" Alex whined and got up off the bed.

this was NOT good. not good at ALL! Dad was already riding him on the bed wetting and if he found out Alex had soaked the bed from a little nap he would NOT hear the end of it, or worse, dad would make him wear ALL day tomorrow!

"Ah..ah..Justin big brother who I love ever so much.." Alex started, swallowing and trying to put on his best 'I'm so cute help me' faces.

"Save it dweeb. I'll keep my mouth shut about your little..well BIG accident as long as you go and be a good little chore bitch and get the living room cleaned up and start supper." Justin said and leaned on the door frame, a evil smirk on his face.

Considering his options Alex just hung is head and then did a small nod.

"Butttt to show you I'm not totally heartless..I got some clothes that need to be washed so you can do them and wash your sheet at the same time as a cover up. I know, my kindness knows no bounds. just be thankful mom got you that rubber sheet or you'd be going to sleep in a soggy bed tonight." Justin said and laughed.

'gee he's all heart. letting me do his landry and clean up AND cook.. ' Alex thought but it WAS better then trying to explain the sheet alone.

"Yeah ok.." He said finally and went to strip stripping the bed.

"ah ah ah, what do you say to your kind and wonderful brother for helping you out?" Justin said, milking this for all it was worth.

'He has to be..ok no, I know him better then that.. just keep digging your grave jerk.' Alex thought then took a deep calming breath.

"Thank you for letting me do your landry big brother." he said, clenching a fist.

"Anytime dork. not get to it, you don't have a whole lotta time. my clothes are in the hamper in the bathroom." Justin said and started to walk away, then poked his head back in. "Oh and dweeb? next time don't forget to put on your diapies when your going for your afternoon nap."

and with that he walked off laughing.

"...I'm SO going to enjoy getting him in diapers." Alex huffed.

Changing into a pair of clean spider-man shorts and a captain America t-shirt, Alex got the load of landry started and then went to work cleaning up the living room while keeping a eye on the time.

the chips were everywhere and every time he though he was done he'd spot some more and wondered how much the three bullies had actually managed to get in their stupid fat mouths.

Between the cleaning and getting landry switched over he didn't have time to make anything too special so he went with the old stand by of making macaroni and cheese with hot dogs as it was quick and simple and his parents never really expected Justin to go all out when he was cooking anyways.

Dinner was ready and the landry was finished by the time their parents got home, Alex just had to go and get it out of the dryer but he figured he'd have time to do it stealthy after eating.

"So, what did you boys do for fun today?" Dad asked as they were sitting at the dinner table, a small grimace on his face at the prospect of eating the old stand by.

"Oh well-" Alex started by Justin cut him off.

"It was pretty much same old same old for me, went out and played some football with the guys and had fun. Came back though and I think The twins brought over some super sugar loaded snacks or something because Alex and them where have a chip fight and trashed the living room. it was cute though." Justin said and smirked, winking at Alex who's jaw hung open.

"Alex, you didn't!" Mom signed and shook her head. "After supper you'll be cleaning up the living room!"

"Oh don't worry about it mom, I know little guys like him just need to get it out of their systems. after the twins went home he was super pooped though, think it was a sugar crash so let him go and take a nap and I cleaned up the living room." Justin lied.

"Well that was was nice of you Justin, but in the future leave the cleaning for Alex to do." Dad said and shook his head at Alex. "Alex, we've talked about this."

Alex for his part was stuttering now, trying to think of a way to prove his innocence without getting scolded but first shots had been fired by Justin and there was nothing he could do now.

"Alex did you say thank you to Justin for cleaning up after you?" Mom asked and her tone made it clear if he hadn't she expected him to now, but again Justin spoke up.

"Oh, he's already thanked me for something else. see somebody was just SO sleepy when he went for his nap that he forgot to get his bed wetter pants on and well, Let's just say it's a good thing I had to do a load of landry anyways." Justin said as Alex,'s jaw dropped.

"Y-You said..you.." Alex stammered.

"Alex! what have I told you about not going to sleep without one of your diapers on?" Dad asked in a sharp tone.

"N-Not to do it again or..or.." Alex whined, looking down and feeling ready to cry.

this wasn't fair! he'd done everything Justin had asked him too and he was still gonna get punished!

"Or you'll be spending the next day in your diapers all day. Now I was hoping NOT to have to use that punishment but clearly you've left me no choice. you can still use the potty of course, in fact I encourage it, but you WILL be in diapers all day tomorrow." Dad said.

His tone left no room for argument and feeling hot tears start to slid down his cheeks Alex looked down at his bowl of food and sniffled.

"Yes sir."

After supper Justin offered to do the dishes if Alex would go and get the landry out of the dryer, but mom said since Justin had already cleaned up after Alex, made supper and did the landry for the most part he could go and relax and watch TV with their dad while Alex got the landry out and folded it.

Justin smiled and kissed his mom's cheek and asked if she was sure, but she insisted and so he went and plopped down on the couch, ready to watch some hockey with his dad and giving Alex a shit eating grin as the huffy and tear stained cheek dork started to stomp his way up the steps till dad called for him to knock it off unless he wanted to go to bed early.

'Oh my god. this worked out even better then I could of hoped! Mom and Dad are just too easy!' Justin thought, having to bite his tongue every so often to keep from laughing.

the dweeb had done all the work and yet here he was sipping on pop and munching on chips with their dad while the dork was off folding his undies and was gonna be a crinkle butt the next day.

'It'll be a nice little preview of whats to come.' Justin thought and let out a little chuckle despite himself.

"what's so funny?" Dad asked.

"Oh, just thinking of how silly Alex and his friends looked this after noon. they were like sugar crazed toddlers." Justin lied.

"heh, Next time you should try and get a video of it, I bet it looked cute." Dad chuckled.

Upstairs Alex was mentally cursing up a storm, pissed off and fuming like crazy as he folded pair after pair of his brothers skid marked undies.

'Son of a bitch! son of a bisket eating bitch! I'm not just gonna get him in diapers, I'm gonna make him the biggest dumbest big baby loser of all time! I'm gonna have him in the halls of his school in nothing but huggies and a bib and bonnet!'

of course a small part of Alex knew that going that far likely wasn't gonna be possible, it was a warm thought that helped him keep from just having a melt down fit that would of gotten his bun's blistered and him put to bed before it was even 8 pm.

He should of know better then to think that Justin was gonna hold up his end of the deal, or he should of spoken up about getting the landry done but nope. He'd trusted his big brother and was paying the price for it now in spades.

'And now I have to wear a diaper all day tomorrow..Maybe I'll wait till Monday to go and talk with Max.' Alex thought.

it would mean putting his plans on hold for a bit but he really didn't wanna waddle the block and a half over to Max's with pampers on under his pants.

Finishing up the folding and putting the clothes away Alex checked to make sure that his rubber sheet was dry and tugged in his blanket he'd hung out the window to dry (as it would of taken up too much room in the machines to do Justin's landry too) and with it dry he started to make his bed.

'God, what did I ever do to deserve a asshole like him for a big brother.' Alex whined mentally and finished making his bed, looking it over and then jumping and letting out a girlish shriek as a hand came on his shoulder.

"heh, Relax sweetie, it's mommy." Came his mother voice, sounding a little amused.

"That's ok, I didn't need that heart." Alex huffed, blushing and turning around to face his smirking mother. "what's up mom?"

"Well I wanted to come up and check on how the folding was going and to help you get ready for bed." She said with a smile.

"...Mom it's not even 8 yet, and it's a Saturday night.." Alex said, not liking where this was going.

"Oh You can stay up and everything till 11 like normal, but I just wanna make sure you don't conk out with your 'special armor' on." she said, using finger quotes.

"Mom I think I'm quite capable of putting my own diaper on." Alex huffed, feeling a hot blush cover his face.

"And yet you soaked your bed earlier." She cheerfully pointed out.

"T-That was different, I was just all tired and didn't realize I'd be conking out!" Alex whined, sounding more like a fussy toddler the the big kid he was trying to be.

"I know sweetie, but it kinda goes with my point. what if you just conk out again tonight? do you really wanna have to go to school on Monday in a diaper?" She asked, and the ruffled his hair.

The mental image of it stopped Alex's whining in it's tracks, picturing himself in a bib and spider-man diaper and sucking on a paci in the halls.

"No way! I'd Dieeeee!" Alex whined and shook his head no A LOT.

"well then let mommy help you out. And also if your gonna keep being so tired maybe we'll lower your bedtime for awhile." She added, then smirked and winced at the glare Alex gave her. "Now now, no using your super pouty powers on family."

"Moooom!" Alex huffed but resigned himself to his fate, when she got like this there was no getting her to back down.

He reached under his bed and pulled out his pack of spider-man diapers and noted that he was running low, and started to tug down his shorts when mom spoke up.

"Oh Alex, before we get your in your bed time diaper, do you have to use the potty?"

"mom, I know I wet the bed but I THINK I would know if had to take a leak or a dump you kn-" Alex started and then there was a loud 10 second poot out of his bottom and his tummy was gurgling.

"You were saying?" Mom asked, holding her nose but smirking."

"I-I'll be back.." Alex said in a small voice, blushing SO bad as he went past her he was shocked his hair hadn't caught on fire.

As she watched him go and had to fight the urge laugh, the little guy's undies had a fresh skid mark appearing on the back.

'Maybe I should look into getting him some of those washable training pants.' She mused.

One trip to the potty later and with Alex realizing what's he'd almost done in his undies, and the fight was all out of the little guy at least for the moment.

Zero fight was put up as he let his mom take his shorts and briefs and then proceed to diaper him, numbly just going along with her requests of butt up and the like.

"Are you sure your feeling alright? Maybe I should of checked your temperature before getting the diaper on." Mom asked, putting a hand to Alex's forehead.

"N-No I'm fine..just I dunno, Tired." Alex said, wincing.

he had to be the only boy his age to still get his temperature checked via the back door and it's wasn't that fun of a experience.

"Hmmm I think somebody better lay off of the sweets for awhile if it leaves you JUST drained after." Mom said and then started to tug Alex's blanket up on him.

"M-Mom what are you doing?" Alex whined, looking at the clock, it was 7:51 PM!

"I think you've had a big day, and your just not feeling that good. it would explain all the huffing and whining too. if you be a good boy and go night night for me now I'll see what I can do to get your father to back off with the all day diaper punishment tomorrow. I have to take you shopping for more diapers anyways with you almost being out and you get embarrassed enough as is when your in your undies."

Alex whined and whimpered a little but after a few seconds just signed and nodded.

"Good boy." She said and leaned down, kissing his forehead and then went and got one of his stuffie style Avengers from their display shelf and handed him Thor.

Lacking the energy to fight back Alex just took the offered stuffie and snuggled into it as his mom turned off the lights in the room and paused at the doorway.

"Night night little guy. Mommy will leave the door open a crack for you so you don't get scared. Love you and see you in the morning." She coo'ed/

"..Love you too mommy." Alex said, blushing.

He hadn't been scared of the door in like ages but somehow mom had the impression he still was and the only reason he wouldn't accept a night light was Justin would complain.

She left the little guy to go to sleep and Alex listened to her footsteps.

'This is bull shit. I'm not some little baby! I bet I don't even fall asleep till 11 anyways.' He huffed, crinkling and squirming in his bed.

Five minutes later he was snoring softly around his thumb as he sucked it in his sleep.

"So did Alex give you much of a fight?" Justin asked as Mom came downstairs.

"Just a token one, he's already gone to bed. I don't think he's feeling well and I think that should excuse him for needing his punishment tomorrow." Anne said, though the last part was more directed at her husband.

"Look, rules are rules, and if we start g-" Jackson started but was cut off.

"Excuse me, but who's idea was the rule that a D or worse meant no TV or computer time, and yet Justin who got a D on his last English test is watching the game with you?" She asked sweetly.

Justin gulped now and turned to his dad.

"Uh..you know..I think mom's right, we can't punish Alex if he had his accident because he's sick!" Justin chimed in.

"Heh, Nice try buddy but your mother is right in a way. I can't really punish your brother and not punish you. "Jackson said

"Soooo Alex isn't wearing a diaper tomorrow?" Justin asked hopefully.

"try again buddy, but do it in anther room so I can finish watching the game." Jackson chuckled and ruffled his sons hair as the 12 year old pouted.

"Finnne, I'll just go to my room an-." he started to huff and went to get up.

"ahhh nope. First of all I know you well enough you'll just go on your laptop." Anne said. "and second of all your brother is sleeping. Don't worry though, we have LOTS of board games you can play with me."

"Geee, spending Saturday night playing board games with my mom. aren't I lucky." Justin groaned

One mind numbing night of games later and Justin went to bed, taking note of the fact that Alex had semi drenched his pillow in drool and was still sucking his thumb.

'Heh, He's kinda cute...Still gonna make him a big dumb diaper nerd chore boy..but he's cute.' Justin thought before going and climbing into his bed.

as he went to go to sleep he had the most wonderful evil idea that could at the same time be played off as just being a nice big brother and help get 'revenge' on Alex for making him miss the end of the game.

'Hehehehe damn I'm so smart!' Justin chuckled and dropped off to sleep.

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carissalizz · 3 years

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New Detective Reporting for Duty

"We'll be fine, Jay. Just go before you end up being late for the third time this week." Hailey tells Jay, patting him on the shoulder with her right hand. Tucked in the crook of her left arm was a baby, bundled up in swaddling blankets. Jay stood there, stroking the fluff of blonde hair peeking through, not taking his eyes off her face. Blonde, just like her mom.

Their daughter, Harper Rayne Halstead, slept peacefully in her mother's arms. It's been a month since the newest member of intelligence was born and this week was Jay's first week back. It was only Wednesday and he had gone to the district late for the past 2 days.

"I love you my sweet girl" he placed a light kiss on Harper's forehead before turning to face his wife. "If anything happens, and I mean anything at all, call me. Please, Hails." Hailey gave Jay one of their looks before leaning up to kiss him. Pulling away after a few seconds, she nudged Jay towards the door. Jay kissed her forehead lovingly and got in his truck, vowing to return home to his world.

Hailey had a two months before she had to return to full duty so she spent the rest of the morning cuddling with Harper and missing Jay. It was strange when Jay first went back to work. He returned to a mess of a house, with Hailey nodding off as she nursed their baby. She got the hang of motherhood fairly quickly as she always does with new skills but Jay was there to help. Now, she was alone with her one month old and needed to figure things out on her own.

At around 2pm, Kim texted Hailey saying that it was a relatively slow day and she decided to head in to give her team a surprise visit. She packed the diaper bag and got herself ready. She buckled Harper into her car seat, ensuring that it was securely fastened three more times before climbing into the driver's seat of her car and driving to the oh so familiar 21st district.

Upon seeing the blonde detective, who had her hands full, struggle to get up the stairs, Trudy immediately went to grab the diaper bag that was about to fall out of her grasp. "Detective Goldilocks! What are you doing here so early? You still have 2 months to be a stay-home mom if I'm not mistaken."

"Hey Sarge. Just wanted to surprise the team, heard is was a slow day." Hailey smiled a silent thanks to the woman. "Gosh, if it isn't our new detective reporting for duty. Oh how cute are you? Yes, you are!" The sergeant gently stroked Harper's cheek and buzzed them up. "Chuckles is going to love this!"

Hailey and Harper made their way up to the bullpen, with Trudy trailing behind slightly. "Hey guys." Jay was the first to react and immediate stood up from the stack of paperwork piled on his desk. "Hailey?" He rushed to her side and took the car seat from her hand. "Is Harper alright? What about you? You good? What can I do?" After seeing the look on Hailey's face, he kissed her temple and lead them to her desk. The rest of the team, Kim, Kevin, Adam and Vanessa, greeted her with quick hugs and smiles before turning their attention to little Ms Halstead. Hailey rolled her eyes before walking over to Voight's office, surprised that he hadn't come out despite the commotion.

"Sarge." She knocked and opened the door slightly for the man inside to notice her. "Hailey. What are you doing here?" His familiar voice rang through Hailey's ears and she directed his attention to her desk, which was now surrounded by the members of intelligence. The detective hung back when her sergeant headed towards her daughter and her husband came to join her side. Kim was now self-proclaimed 'in-charge' of the baby.

Jay kissed Hailey's cheek and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Kim said it was a slow day so I'd thought bringing her here would be a good distraction for the team, but most importantly for you." Hailey started and Jay thanked her with another kiss, this time on the lips. They held their gaze until a shrill cry erupted. Hailey sprang into 'mom mode', Jay close behind. She unbuckled Harper out of the restricting straps and held her close to her chest. She rocked her gently, whispering 'mama's here's and variations of 'its okay' to try to stop the baby's tears. When Harper stopped crying, his pride for his wife shone through Jay's bright green eyes. All of intelligence, including Platt watched the scene unfold and we're mesmerized by the now parents. They all looked at Harper Rayne, her deep green eyes glistened in the light of the bullpen, no doubt a trait of Jay's she inherited.

"Looks like Detective Harper's first day is going well.." Voight cracked a rare smile as the rest of the room laughed.

It was going well indeed.

Hey everyone!! I hope you enjoyed reading this short upstead au! I got an idea for this and it wouldn't go away so I thought I'd give it a shot. Let me know what you think :) <3

#upstead fanfiction #upstead fanfic #upstead fic #chicago pd upstead #upstead #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd #hailey x jay #jay x hailey

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ownworldresident · 3 years

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When will your start posting side by side (Liam x Mc) fanfic?

Hey Anon, I was so excited to start posting Side by Side again, but about three days after I said I would, a few things massively changed in my life. Most notably my job. I'm struggling to find the time but I haven't forgotten about Rayne and Liam, my perfect OTP.

Here's some of them for you:

“You look stunning,” he said as she closed the door behind her and turned her focus to him. “I love the dress but…” she looked around the moonlit balcony. “What’s all this for? Are we celebrating something?” He shrugged. “You, us, the beautiful weather, our holiday, whatever you would like. I call it ensuring the love of my life is reminded of how incredible she is.” Still smiling, Liam brought his hands before him, revealing a bouquet of perfect roses of a dozen hues. Rayne received them with enthusiasm and buried her nose between the blooms, closing her eyes as the scent overwhelmed her senses. “You didn’t need to do this.” She looked up at him again, watching her with that boyish excitement which always preceded a surprise. “Ah, but it isn’t about need.” He stepped aside, raising an arm toward the rest of the balcony. Revealed was a small table, simply set, with candles, wine, covered plates and another small vase of roses. Rayne snorted, then cupped a hand over her mouth, still grinning as he laughed. She loved his laugh. “You are such a hopeless romantic,” she said when she could speak without laughing, shaking her head. “I object to that assessment.” Liam came forward and took her arm, looping it around his own and leaning down to kiss her. “I am very hopeful.”

Gods, I love them. Thank you for reminding me how much.

If you like, I can start posting, but it will be hella irregular.

Much love xx

#ask answered #side by side #Liam x Rayne #the royal romance #liam x mc #trr fanfic #i love them

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jwillowwolf · 3 years

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Magic and Miracles - Chapter 3

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 3! < Previous Chapter | Next Chapter > | Masterlist Summary: “Remy? Remy? Remington? Oi, Remy, wake up!” Virgil said, shaking the snoring man.

“Huh? Where’s the dragon?”

“Here,” Janus answered.

“Eh? Oh, hey Snake-Eye, Wolfie, Lo, Violent.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “You weren’t responding to the gentle shaking.”

“That’s no reason to make a man think there’s an earthquake.” Warning/s: food mention. Characters: Logan, Remy, OC, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus. Tag List:@theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

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3 | Lessons Begin

Waking up, walking to the dining hall, and eating breakfast had been uneventful. Logan felt like the atmosphere was relatively peaceful despite the tension from last night. Then again, everyone was still rather groggy from sleep, so he wasn’t going to make any assumptions yet.

Once the seven students had reached the classroom though, they seemed much more awake, aware, and eager to learn about the mysteries behind magic. They all sat at the desks they had claimed the day before and waited silently as Remy came into the room. Remy looked at them with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you all in trouble already? I’ve never known kids to be quiet without adults shouting for them to be so… never mind, let’s get this lesson started. The first spell that all young magic users should know is Stat Check. Do you know what that is?”

The class shook their heads no.

“Good! Because it’s meant to be a closely guarded secret. Never written down or spoken of among anyone but wizards and their first-year apprentices. Before I can even teach it to you, you need to solemnly swear to me that you shall guard this secret as fiercely as all mages before you.”

“That seems rather dramatic,” Janus commented.

“This is magic we’re talking about! Of course, it’s dramatic,” Remy said with a grin. “Now, swear that you’ll keep this secret locked inside your soul.”

The class did as Remy asked, with a bit of speculation but agreement all the same. Unfortunately, I can not repeat the spell, but I can tell you that it is activated by holding a finger to your wrist and saying the ‘activation’ word which I shall from here on censor as ‘stats’.

Remy demonstrated the spell and once he said stats a sheet of light projected from his wrist. Written on the sheet of light was:

Remington Animosni

Titles: Lord Animosni, Friend of the Crown, Expert Wizard, +...

MP: 52 - Full

HP: 100 - Full

Skills: Magic, Potion Making, Charisma, +...

“So this is your main status board,” Remy explained. “It shows your name, titles, MP aka magic points, HP aka health points, and skills. You can interact with it by tapping on whatever to expand the information on it.”

Remy demonstrated this by tapping on the title Expert Wizard, which caused the screen to change to this:

Expert Wizard.

Title earned by increasing MP above 45. Perks: increased HP. Drawbacks: none.

“This is how you can better understand your own magical capacity and skill set. If you want to view your stats privately, then just say S stats. If you want to see someone else’s stats then say X stats while pointing your wrist at the person you want to check. You will only be able to see their name, HP, and MP, but that’s still good to know if you’re perhaps fighting them.”

“Why would magic-users fight one another?” Patton asked.

Remy sighed. “The world is a complicated place, Pat. But never mind that. Try checking your stats, everyone.”

The students nodded then tried out the spells for themselves. All opting to view their stats privately. Logan opened his and read it critically.

Logan Picani

Titles: Loyal Friend, Loving Son, Apprentice Wizard.

MP: 10 - full

HP: 40 - full

Skills: Magic, Baking, Student, +...

He raised an eyebrow curiously and tapped on the skill Student.

Student.

Level: 23/100

Rare Skill. Perks: faster reading and comprehension, easily picks up new skills. Drawbacks: none.

That seems like a good skill to have. Logan wondered if it was the reason for his ability to teach himself so well. He tapped the word again and the screen changed back to the main status board. Then he tapped onto the title Apprentice Wizard.

Apprentice Wizard.

Title Earned by unlocking the skill Magic. Perks: MP access. Drawbacks: HP conversion.

“Um, Mr Ainmosni?”

“It’s Remy, kid. What’s up?”

“What does the drawback HP conversion mean?”

“Ah, well, if you run out of MP during casting a spell, then your HP will automatically be turned into MP. This is a drawback because it can mean draining your HP to below five, which causes you to fall unconscious and die if it reaches zero.” Remy explained.

“Isn’t there a way to stop that from happening?” Willow asked.

Remy shook his head. “It’s an automatic drawback that comes with becoming an apprentice wizard. There’s no way to stop it apart from being conscious of what spells you’re using and how much MP they take. Calculating this will hopefully help you to keep from draining yourselves, so keep that in mind when you’re trying out new spells, kay?”

Everyone nodded.

“Okay, now that you’re more familiar with your stats, let’s do a quick assessment of your magical knowledge, shall we? What are the basic magical categories… Virgil?”

“Rock, animals, water, plants, fire, air, healing, and mind.”

“Correct. Logan, why do these categories exist?”

“They are the eight-core magics. All spells fall under at least one category, and depending on which there will be a different Initiation Word.”

“Correct. Willow, what are the eight Initiation Words?”

“Mowntayn for rock, Pawyng for animal, Ignyght for fire, Groh for plants, um... Rayne for water, Stahwynd for air, Embraes for healing, and... Wysdome for mind.”

“Right. Janus, how is a spell cast?”

“You say the initiation word, draw whatever runes are necessary, then end off with the sealing word.”

“Good. Patton, why do we use runes?”

“The runes represent what specific spell you want to cast.”

“Yep. Remus, how many runes are there?”

“A million?”

“Close enough. Roman, what is the sealing word?”

“Solhart.”

“Correct! Now,” Remy grinned. “Let’s get to the tough stuff.”

The following days were pretty much the same as this one. The class either revised what basics they knew or Remy explained what they didn’t know. They practised pronunciation, studied runes, and learnt about different potion ingredients. Within the first month, the kids had pretty much memorised the basics of magic.

Logan had visited home every weekend and told his dad and Everleigh about it all, but his eagerness from that first week seemed to be slowly wearing out as the class did nothing new. He had thought that today was going to be the same, but instead of leading the students to the classroom this morning, Remy led them to the gardens.

“Uh, Remy? Where are we going?” Roman asked.

“Today, you kids will be going on your first quest,” Remy announced.

The group perked up. “Quest?”

“Yep. I’m confident in your understanding of basic magic, so I am going to let you go off on your own to find some potion ingredients for our first potion making class.”

Remy pulled out seven different pieces of paper. “I’ve made each of you a checklist for what we will need, and while you all have different items, I hope you’ll work together to find what you need. Oh, and before I send you off, I need to teach you a new spell. Inventory.”

Remy stopped and the kids circled around him to watch as he demonstrated the new spell. He picked up a stone and held it in front of him. “Stawynd.” with the indigo light that flowed from his fingertip, he drew a rune that looked like a locked box onto the stone. “Solhart.”

The rune turned white and then vanished with the stone, causing the students to gasp.

“Where did it go?”

“Right here.”

Remy opened his status board and showed the kids a small icon in the corner of the screen that looked like the rune he had drawn. He tapped on this icon and the screen changed to show a bunch of different slots, mostly empty apart from two. One with a picture of Remy’s flask and the other a picture of the stone from before.

“This is an inventory,” Remy explained. “You can put different items into each slot, and depending on your proficiency you will have more or fewer slots. To add items to your inventory, you do as I did to the stone. And to take them back out, you just double-tap,” Remy tapped the stone and it reappeared in his hand. “Tada! Okay, you try with your lists.”

Everyone tried out the new spell and practised it a few times before Remy let them all go on their quest. They went out a gate by the fence that seemed almost hidden and set off into the deep dark woods. Of course, it wasn’t very dark since the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and filtered through the trees to light their way.

“Should we check what each of our individual lists says?” Logan asked.

Patton nodded agreeingly. “Yeah, then we can keep an eye out for the different things.”

“Actually, I think we should just look for our own stuff. More things to look out for means we might miss our own.” Roman said.

Willow frowned. “But this is meant to be a group project.”

“Technically, Remy said he hoped we’d work together.” Remus pointed out.

“I have an idea,” Janus suggested. “Let’s work in teams.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I just said that would be hard.”

“I mean smaller teams. One team works individually and the other works together, then we’ll see which way is better.”

“How are we going to split up though? There are seven of us.” Virgil pointed out.

“We can have a team of four for the working-together group. That’s four people working together but also the team of three will have fewer things to find, so It works out fairly.”

“Well, how are we choosing teams then?” Patton asked.

“Well, obviously I would be one of the team leaders. I’m a natural-born leader.” Roman declared.

“Yes, the leader of the losing team, because I’ll be leading the winning team.” Janus states.

“Remus and Patton are with me, and we’ll be the individuals.”

“Sounds good. We’ll see you three later then.” Janus said before walking away from the group.

Virgil, Logan, and Willow followed after them till the four were out of earshot. “So, lists?”

“I have blackroot, ginfleck, and wild ginger,” Willow reported.

Virgil frowned. “What’s ginfleck?”

“A medicinal herb used commonly in potions for stomach aches,” Logan replied. “It looks like a sunflower but pink.”

“Why not call it a pink sunflower then?”

“Because… I honestly don’t know.”

“Logan, you live nearby here right?” Janus asked.

“In town, but yes.”

“Any idea where we could find some of this?”

“Well, I think I remember seeing a ginfleck patch somewhere along the road.”

“Let’s go there first then. We can keep an eye out for everything else along the way.” Virgil said, turning in the direction of the road.

And so they went and collected the pink sunflowers and everything else on their lists. It was only late afternoon by the time they returned to the house, but they found Remy lying on a hammock in the garden, napping in the sun.

“Remy? Remy? Remington? Oi, Remy, wake up!” Virgil said, shaking the snoring man.

“Huh? Where’s the dragon?”

“Here,” Janus answered.

“Eh? Oh, hey Snake-Eye, Wolfie, Lo, Violent.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “You weren’t responding to the gentle shaking.”

“That’s no reason to make a man think there’s an earthquake.”

“Whatever. Have the others come back yet?”

Remy shrugged. “I think the twins are in the house.”

“Patton wasn’t with them?” Willow asked.

“No. Did you all split up?”

“Yes, but we didn’t think they would split up. We divided ourselves into two teams.” Janus stated.

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about and Pat will be back soon. Why don’t you guys head inside and get some lunch.” Remy suggested.

The kids exchanged anxious glances but nodded and headed off to the dining room. While they were not exactly a close group of friends, the one person who’d befriended each of them was Patton. He was a kind little ball of sunshine and no one wanted any harm to come to him. Once they were inside the house, the four found Remus worriedly pacing by the door and Roman gloomily watching her from the corner.

Remus paused. “Did you guys see Patton?”

“No. Did the three of you split up?”

“I thought we could cover more ground that way,” Roman answered. “This is all my fault.”

“Let’s not go jumping to conclusions just yet,” Logan said. “Maybe he couldn’t find one of his items?”

“No. I saw Pat’s list before we split up. They were three common types of wild berries that he could have found easily.” Remus declared.

“You’re sure?” Willow asked.

“I saw them all over while I was getting my stuff.”

“He must be lost. It’s rather easy with how thick these woods are,” Virgil said.

“We need to find him,” Janus declared. “We’ve got to go back and look for him.”

“Where and how though? He could be anywhere,” Roman said with clear fear in his tone.

“Willow can track him. They’ve been trained in finding lost people.”

“Yeah, but I’d need a scent to go off of.”

“Like from clothes?” Remus asked.

“Clothes, or a personal item he keeps close.”

Remus ran away then returned in record time with a teal blanket. “Would this work?”

Willow took the item and smelt it. “Yes, this is perfect.”

“We might have to sneak past Remy, in case he tries to stop us.” Janus said.

“There’s another gate that’s closer to the house that we can get through.” Virgil declared.

“Who’s we though? We’re going to need to choose who is a part of this rescue.” Roman pointed out.

“I don’t think any of us are willing to stay behind, not if we could help. Patton may be in danger, and his getting lost is evidence enough that no one should venture off on their own. We need to work as a team here. A real team.” Logan stated.

Janus looked at the twins. “I’m willing to call a truce in the name of teamwork if you are.”

Roman nodded in agreement and Remus grinned. “Let’s go save Pat!”

The group followed Virgil outside and through the second hidden gate. From there, Willow took the lead as she sniffed out Patton’s scent. The group grew anxious the further Willow led them. Patton had gone quite far, from the looks of it, but it felt like something was wrong.

“Why would he have gone so far?” Logan wondered.

“I hate to suggest it, but something may have chased him,” Janus said and Willow nodded agreeingly.

“Wouldn’t that leave a scent of its own?”

“Yes, but I can’t discern anything. There are a lot of smells out here.”

“Can you smell anything?” Roman asked Janus.

“No. I can’t smell at all.”

“What?”

“I’m a dragon. We don’t have a sense of smell like humans do. We use a special organ on the roof of our mouths.”

“Aren’t you half-human?”

“That just makes it easier to shift between my humanoid and dragon form. There aren’t many other differences.”

“Wait, do you hear that?”

The team paused and listened. The only sounds Logan could make out were the normal ambience of the forest. But then he heard it.

“Hello? Is anyone up there?”

“Patton?!” Remus bolted towards the voice, the others followed him close behind.

He came to stop at the edge of a hole and looked down. “Patton? How did you get down there?”

“Remus! Hi! I jumped.”

“You jumped? From this height?” Janus asked, eyeing the drop disapprovingly.

The hole looked like the beginnings of a well, around three stories deep and some stones piled like a wall around the one side. Either the well-maker had abandoned their project halfway, or half of the well had mysteriously been taken away. That wasn’t important though, because right now the team had to figure out how to get Patton back up.

“I’m fine! The water was here to break my fall!”

“Why did you jump in the first place?” Roman demanded.

“I was being chased by some bees.” Patton sheepishly admitted. “My mom always told me, if that happens then you should get below water, quickly. Bees don’t like water.”

“How did you antagonise these bees?” Logan inquired.

“I was trying to get some honey for Remus.”

“Aw, Pat, that’s really sweet. But I’ve been worried sick about where you went!”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. You’re safe now. Um, how do we get him back up though?” Remus asked the group.

“I can grow a long strong vine to use as rope for us to hoist him up,” Roman suggested.

Janus nodded. “Well then, get to growing. We don’t have all day.”

Roman quickly did as he was told and once the vine-rope looked long enough the team tossed one end down to Patton. Each of them lined up and held onto the other end then pulled to get him out of the hole. With all six of them working together, it was a quick and easy task. Once Patton was clear of the well, Remus attacked him with a hug, and he thanked everyone for coming to rescue him.

The entire group was relieved to have him back. So relieved that they didn’t feel any worry, until they returned to the manor and came face to face with Remy.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was? You didn’t even suggest you were going out! And what do I find? Not only one of my students is missing- all of them are! Gone without a trace! Like, poof, never there! What were you thinking? Actually, scratch that were you even thinking?!”

He went on like that until dinner time and the kids decided that among all the lessons they’d learned today, ‘Don’t Freak Remy Out’, is now at the top. Also, maybe it would be better to stick together than separate. They made a good team when their prejudices weren’t getting in the way. But above all, they should never freak Remy out.

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queenjunoking · 3 years

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Wolf Taming pt 37

CW: Noncon - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping - Manipulation

Jude

I fought the urge to throw up when the canner kneed me in the stomach. I managed to grab her leash and pull, helping me straighten up while keeping her off balance.

“You stupid fucking mare. You ought to be fucking skinned alive, I doubt you’ll actually amount to much.” I pulled her close and smiled. “You have a long night ahead of you. How about you be a good girl an-”

A pain exploded in my head and I lost my grip on the leash. The canner headbutted me. I tried to get my bearings so I could catch her before she ran, but found the idiot managed to disorient herself as well. I watched her run diagonally down the path a bit before she fell over.

I used my foot to flip her over and sat down on her stomach. I smiled as she gasped and started to thrash to get out from under me. “I can’t wait to report this all to Eos. Z really ruined you, didn’t she?” Callidora tried to say something but the bit in her mouth muffled her speech. “Too dumb to realize you can’t talk? You’ll figure it out. Maybe. You haven’t even started your first day as a pony and you’re already acting out. You’ll soon learn there are worse things.”

She was surprised when I just got off her. I had made my point, I didn’t need to expend the extra energy. I gestured behind her. She looked skeptical, but I made sure I didn’t do anything to cause her alarm. Eventually she turned and froze. The stable hand that fucked up earlier was finally being taken down from the whipping brace. I had fun with her while I was waiting for Callidora to wake up. She had waited for a few hours in anticipation, suffered through the whipping while I milked all the fun out of it that I could, then I just left her there to think about what she did.

“You can’t say anything. You don’t need to. You’re a pony.” I took a step back until she was out of reach. “You have three options. The barn to do your run. The whipping brace to receive your punishment for what you did. Or you can try to run again and learn all about the other special roles a failure like you can fulfill. Personally I’d love to see you run, but I’ll let you make your own decision. Show me which option you want.”

I stood there and watched the gears turn in Callidora’s head. I watched her weakly struggle with her armbinder, trying to see if it was loose enough to escape without it being obvious that that was what she was doing.

She struggled to her feet, falling a few times in the process. The hoof boots took a lot of training to get used too, most of the ponies were incapable of walking without them once their training was complete. Not that I thought she’d make it through training.

Callidora watched as the stable hand was taken from the brace and carried to a small metal box and placed inside before it was locked. She turned to look at the trail leading off of the property. I’m sure safety seemed so close to someone like her. Finally she turned towards the barn and just stood there with her head hung. I slowly approached her to see if she would try and run, but she didn’t. I wrapped my hand around her leash and gave it a tug. She followed me closely back into the barn.

I couldn’t wait to see Z’s prized bitch break.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting after Rhiannon was dragged out of the room. I wasn't expecting Rayne to usher people back into the room we had been in earlier.

The party just started back up. Maids came around with more plates of food. People went back to chatting. I heard a few talking about the incident. Those conversations were quiet. It was generally frowned upon to speak of someone who was probably going to lose their membership to the Society.

Rayne and Flora went back to chatting with others, moving from group to group as the party began to wind down. Normally they would say farewell to their guests as they left, but they would probably be busy by the time everyone started to leave.

It took about an hour for the enforcers to arrive. The Society’s version of a secret police force. Though enforcers tended to be more concerned with keeping the Society hidden. They primarily investigated potential leaks and captured anyone that was deemed a threat.

I had dealt with them before and our relationship was strained to say the least. Getting pulled into a van and having a bag thrown over your head isn’t a great way of starting a relationship. I watched one of them look over at me and start approaching. I couldn’t help but sigh, I had hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with this.

The woman stopped a few feet away from me and pulled out a notebook out of the small purse around her shoulder. “Greetings Miss… Z? The Torturer?” She looked up from her notebook and raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what her deal was exactly. She wasn’t dressed like the rest of them, she looked like she just came from a club. A light blue tube dress and some knee high boots.

“You obviously already know who I am, can we just get to whatever questions you want to ask so I can move on with my night?” My patience was starting to wear thin.

The woman just sighed and flipped to a new page in her notebook. “My name is Seraphina. I’m with the enforcers. Blah blah blah. Moving onto the questio-”

I just decided to interrupt her. She wasn’t cutting to the chase fast enough for me. “I saw what I’m assuming literally everyone else did. The box was empty, Rhiannon had it in her bag. No, I was never in the room. No, I never saw anyone enter that room before the party moved there.”

I could hear the pencil in the woman’s hands starting to snap as I brushed her off. She took a deep breath before she continued. “And, in your opinion, do you believe Rhiannon would have committed this crime against another Society member?”

I shrugged. “Rhiannon obviously likes jewelry, she was wearing a ton of it. She’s doing her probation with a metal smith. Maybe she was just jealous she couldn’t make anything as good as that necklace.”

After a bit the woman stopped scribbling in her notebook. “Thank you for your… assistance, Miss Z. If we need anything we’ll be in touch.”

I watched her walk away. I could see part of a tattoo peeking above the dress, it was a pair of angel wings. Some members went too hard on a theme. She went and joined back with the group of enforcers, I could tell she was irritated now.

I tapped a passing maid on the shoulder and told her to bring me a soda. She scurried off as fast as she could manage without breaking into a run. I walked up the stairs so I could survey the first floor from there. Activity was slowing, but I could see that things were still happening.

“Think Rhiannon did it?” Briar’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Mm… no.” I leaned against the railing and looked over at Briar. She was casually sipping on another glass of whatever alcohol they were serving. “Who would be dumb enough too do that?”

“Rayne and Flora seem to think she’s dumb enough. The enforcer’s dragged her out of here just a few minutes ago so I’m guessing they believe it enough.” Briar shrugged and leaned against the railing with me.

“No. Rayne and Eos hate each other. Flora and Eos’s families are both very powerful in this region. Rayne and Emerald’s families are close. Emerald’s family is known for their metal smiths and Eos’s niece just happens to be doing her probation with a competitor.” I paused for a moment as the maid returned with a glass.

“I’m afraid this is all I could find. Master Rayne and Lady Flora don’t often carry soda, but a recent guest of theirs left some of this brand behind. I-I’m not sure if it’ll be to your liking, it’s rather sweet.” I watched the maid gulp as she finished her attempts at mitigating potential damage.

I shrugged and picked up the glass. “It’s fine. Whatever. Go back to whatever you were doing.” She curtsied and quickly walked away. I took a sip from the glass and grimaced. Calling it sweet was an understatement. I had no idea what kind of drink this was but it was unreasonably sweet. I could feel the start of a cavity coming on from just the first sip.

“You were saying?” Briar’s voice once again pulled me back into the conversation.

“Hm? Oh. Yeah. I can’t prove anything, but I doubt that box ever had the necklace in it.” I took another sip and just decided to put it down on the nearby table. Hopefully a maid would see it later on. They’d probably stay up all night cleaning to make sure everything in the house was back to normal by the time Flora woke up tomorrow morning.

“That’s a pretty bold claim.”

“Not really. I don’t know that much about Society politics, but we’re talking about the big families. Rayne and Emerald’s families are close friends.” I gestured towards the woman in purple who was talking to one of the enforcers. “That woman over there went off with Rayne earlier. There was a small commotion earlier when we were changing rooms where that woman bumped into Rhiannon. Emerald probably gave Rayne the necklace, Rayne gave it to that woman, and that woman slipped it into Rhiannon’s bag.”

“Shouldn’t we say something?” I couldn’t really discern the tone in Briar’s voice. It didn’t sound like judgement exactly. She was tip-toeing right now.

“Why should we?” I glanced over at her, unsure why she was even asking.

“Rhiannon is going to get punished for something she didn’t do if you’re right.” I didn’t like the territory this conversation was beginning to enter. It was beginning to feel like all those times she’d question me about things back at the auction house.

It didn't bring me pleasure that she failed her probation and would be sold off. That didn't mean I was going to help her though. By now Society enforcers had probably taken her away to be held until this incident was resolved. Most likely the resolution would involve Rhiannon being sold as a slave and erased from her family tree. No Society family would recognize the existence of someone who had become a slave.

“It’s our word against the word of Rayne, Flora, and the rest of the party of very powerful people. If you haven’t noticed, neither of us are very powerful or high ranked. Not that I particularly care anyway. I’m not here to help Eos’s family, I’m here to ask for help from Rayne and Flora. Even if I cared about Rhiannon, trying to take her side would be a great way to make sure I don’t get their assistance.”

“Rhiannon isn’t Eos.” There was a kind of condescension in her voice. One I had heard before. The sound of someone who thought they were telling you something profound that you didn’t understand, but done delicately like they were afraid you’d break.

“I’m aware.” This conversation was starting to get tedious. Briar’s way of talking to people was grating. Small attempts to get bits of information that she thought would help her come to some big fundamental understanding about who they were.

She didn’t say anymore as we stood there. The party slowly emptied and the enforcers eventually vanished. All that was left was Briar, myself, and the maids cleaning up. We stood there for about half an hour before one of the maids approached us and curtsied.

“Miss Z, Master Rayne has requested your presence.” She beckoned to me and Briar followed a long. When the maid realized she was following she stopped. “I apologize, Miss Briar, but Master Rayne was specific in her orders. Only Z.”

I could see Briar opening her mouth to protest so I held up a hand. “It’s fine. I’m not planning on doing anything rash. We’re just talking.”

She looked at me for a bit before sighing and leaning against the rail again. “Fine. We’ll talk later.”

I followed the maid up two floors and down a hall. I ignored Flora’s art, I didn’t want to spend energy thinking about it. Today had been a very long day and I was running low on energy. It all had to be spent on this conversation.

We eventually reached a set of double doors at the end of a hallway with two maids standing in front of it. When they noticed us walking towards them they knocked on the doors, each grabbed a handle and opened them for us.

Saying the room was grand was an understatement. Though to someone who wasn’t Rayne or Flora I would probably describe it as gaudy. It was like the boutique lounge Flora and I were in earlier, but bright and crystal. It was tasteless and monotone. There was a bar area with bottles and glasses made out of crystal. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Sitting on a couch under it was Rayne and Flora.

“Please, Z, sit down.” Flora smiled at me and gestured to the couch in front of them. I acquiesced and sat down across from them. I looked from Flora, to Rayne and back again. I wanted to see what they’d first, starting the conversation could end badly for me.

"Well, it's been a nice enough evening." Rayne put her arm around Flora and pulled her tight. "A branch of the Rosalind family has been clipped. I doubt Eos will put any real effort into getting her back, it'll just make her look bad when she fails. Either way she'll be jailed for a while before anything happens to her.”

"How unfortunate for the Rosalinds." I was running out of energy to play nice with. I just wanted to cut to the chase.

Rayne smirked at me. "Come on, Z. Surely seeing Eos's sister fail so spectacularly must make you feel better."

“Rhiannon isn’t involved with my issue. I don’t care what happens to her. My problem is with Eos and what she did.” I turned to Flora, trying to get the conversation on track. “Lady Flora, you said you were interested in hearing more about Sasha and my problem with Eos earlier, would you still like to hear more?”

“My darling Z.” Flora began as she laid her head against Rayne’s shoulder. “Rayne has informed me of your problems and I wish to help you. Eos’s niece has been arrested and taken away. Any friendliness between us is gone for a while. I never really cared much for Eos anyway. My lovely raindrop has told me that she has something planned to help you out, but has kept me in the dark about it.”

Rayne smiled and snapped her fingers, never taking her eyes off me. After a few moments a woman in a blue suit walked in. It was a professional look, not the look of someone who had come for Flora’s party. “This is Molly. She has written a contract for us.”

“What do we need a contract for?” Skepticism started to rise within me. She said she was going to help me. Why wasn’t she just going to help me?

“Z, the contract is to assure I’ll help you.” Rayne pulled my emblem out of her pocket and held it up so we could all see it before she tossed it to me. “You have completed your obligation to me, you can have your emblem back. Now we’re back at square one.”

I picked my emblem up off the table and went to put it in my pocket before I remembered I was wearing the dress. I sighed and put it back down. “So what now?”

“If I may, Master Rayne?” Molly piped up, her voice virtually monotone.

“You may.” Flora answered excitedly, literally on the edge of her seat. I’d never seen someone excited over a contract before.

“Miss Z.” Molly approached me and placed a small stack of papers on the table. “My group and I are experts on Society rules. We know how to get your slave back.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You do? Then why aren’t you doing it?”

Molly hesitated for a moment before she continued. “Our services aren’t cheap. Master Rayne has offered to pay for it if you fulfill the contract.”

Rayne smirked at me and laid back on the couch. I looked at her and then back to Molly. “And the terms?”

“Oh, Z. The terms are lovely. They’re a second birthday present for my lovely lilac.” Rayne raised Flora’s hand and gave it a kiss.

“Really? Another gift?” Flora’s excitement was obvious.

“Nothing too good for you.” She hooked a finger under Flora’s chin and tilted her head upwards so she could kiss her. It took all my restraint not to interrupt them. Once they parted Rayne turned her attention back to me. “The terms are simple. I’ve always wondered if a breaker can take what they give. If you sign the contract I pay to get your dog back. They start tomorrow morning. You’ll also start tomorrow morning. You’ll be taken to a chamber below the house and be subjected to the breaker or breakers of my choice. The process will end when Molly’s team reclaims your dog.”

The number of questions I had were a tornado ripping through my mind. I carefully tried to choose the ones that mattered most. “How do I know you’ll actually be trying to get her back and not purposefully extending the time?”

“My group’s reputation is on the line, Miss Z. As per the contract you can only be subjected to the breaking progress while we are working. The longer we take the worse we look. You will start at 8 in the morning. You will be given a one hour break at noon until one. At five at night they cannot do anything more to you, but they have the choice of how to store you. They aren’t under obligation to give you a room to stay in.”

“So they’ll probably be leaving me in some cell.” I took a deep breath and chose my next question. “The breaking process is supposed to break one’s spirit so they’ll be a compliant slave. Some of these processes can be quite damaging. What will happen to me at the end of this?”

“Oh Z, you can tap out at any time.” Rayne had the smile of a predator. She knew she had my attention and was going to savor everything she said. “You are a member. If you tap out two things will happen. We will still pay Molly’s team and your dog will be retrieved. However her ownership will be transferred to someone else of your choosing and you will renounce your membership and belong to us.”

“Excuse me!?” A voice came from the hall. Molly had left the door open behind her and Briar stood in the doorway.

“Raindrop you will have to punish one of the maids for not being around to close the door.” Flora frowned and looked up at Rayne. “Spoilsports seem to wander in if we leave the door open.”

“You can’t just give up your membership like that! You can’t own members! It’s against our rules!” Briar looked livid. She was ignoring me, all of her attention was on Rayne.

“Actually, Miss Briar.” Molly turned to Briar. “Members of Z’s rank can have their membership revoked. It is rare, but possible. If she signs the contract and taps out the fact that she signed it in the first place is argument enough that she shouldn’t be a member. Plus Rayne was one of those who supported Z for membership over slavery in the first place. Losing Rayne’s endorsement while she is agreeing to contracts like these doesn’t help her case. The contract is more of a formality in this sense.”

“You can do anything you want to someone being broken! T-these terms aren’t fair!” I picked up the contract and started to read through it as Briar tried to fight back against Molly.

“On the contrary, Miss Briar.” Molly pushed her glasses up and shuffled through some of the papers in her arms. “If you hadn’t interrupted me I would have continued explaining the contract. It states that options that would permanently maim or kill her are off the table. That includes things like burning, branding, high voltage shocks and the like. Arguably we aren’t even allowed to use Z’s own methods as she was fond of using ice cold enemas to deliver harsh crampings and pain. Water of that temperature can seriously injure someone.”

Briar was about to speak up again when I tossed the contract back on the table. “Signed. Pay Molly and we’ll start tomorrow.”

“No!” Briar snatched the contract off the table before Rayne could pick it up. “No one watched you do it, you need an actual witness.”

“Miss Briar, Z said out loud to all of us that she signed it.” Molly interjected, her monotoned droning never wavering.

“Also, Flora was watching.” I gestured to Flora. Briar looked at her and Flora gave her a small, smarmy wave.

“I…” Briar sounded defeated. She was silent for a moment before she turned to Molly. “I refuse to leave her alone. I demand to be allowed to stay while this happens.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” Flora interjected before turning to Rayne. “As fun as this idea is, raindrop, how is this my present?”

“Oh my sweet sunflower.” Rayne raised Flora’s hand and kissed it once again. “I wracked my brain for weeks trying to think of the perfect present for you. You loved Z’s work, don’t you?”

“Her work is quite lovely. I’ve never had a canvas quite as nice as the ones that she made.”

“You have quite the collection of her work. So I thought to myself, maybe I could have her make more. But as much as I wanted you to have those canvases, it wasn’t quite the right answer. Then it hit me. You don’t get an artist to just infinitely create more art. It devalues the work.” She looked over at me with the predator smile once again, her teeth gleaming.

“No. The greatest piece you can add to a collection is the artist themself”.

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masquerade-story · 3 years

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Chapter 5 - Commencing Plan

"Earth has magic too. Alchemy and enchantments. Chemistry and technology. Same things, different names." Crystal spoke slowly as she examined the cloth material in her hands, checking for tears or weak points in the weave.

Grey pumped his fist, a triumphant look on his face. "I knew it! No way that backflipping robot was natural science."

"Science is the study of the world around you. It doesn't cancel out the existence of magic, it just helps to understand its rules better."

"Listen here, little miss know-it-all."

"I don't know it all, just more than you."

"Hey!"

Crystal grinned, finishing her examination without sparing an extra glance for the outraged Grey stomping his foot at her side.

"That's a low bar some days," Rayne said with an exaggerated sigh, then promptly ducked as Grey chucked a pillow at her face.

"Lils!" Grey whined, draping dramatically over his sister's lap, interrupting her own costume examination. "They're bullying me!"

"The truth hurts sometimes dearest," Lillian muttered, much to her twin's dismay. He recoiled away as though she'd flung him, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in distress.

"Betrayal! Mine own blood doth betray!"

"My point," Crystal continued, using a needle and thread to tighten up a bit of beaded tape on a hem that came loose. "Was that when I said magic exists on this world, I mean I don't know what form this world's magic is going to take, so we should be careful until we understand more. It may be familiar, like chemistry and technology, or it could be something more fantastical, like what that Eater pulled on us. Until we know the rules, we shouldn't be reckless."

"What if being reckless is part of the rules?"

"Then we'll find out soon enough and adjust our course of action."

"I hate that you have an answer for everything."

"Then stop asking questions."

Crystal and Grey stuck out their tongues at each other while Lillian giggled, and Rayne shook her head at the foolishness of it all. "Children, please."

"You're the youngest one here!"

"Hard to tell by looking, huh?" Rayne shrugged. She wasn't nearly as useful with sewing, so she'd taken to tying on little chimes and ribbons to decorate her bodhrán since her large acoustic kit was much too large and bulky for their purposes. The small frame drum, just a bit over a foot in diameter and only four inches deep, was much easier to carry and play.

When they brought their main instruments for the music video, they brought along a few supplementary instruments to use for the mixing as well. Actual recording was going to happen in a proper studio, but sometimes having them around and playing them when practicing could spark more natural inspiration than trying to force it during a recording session.

So in addition to Crystal's small harp, Grey's bouzouki, Lillian's electric keyboard and Rayne's acoustic drum kit, they also brought along macho bongos, a bodhrán, a tambourine, a fiddle, a bombard, an ocarina, a zither, enough bell bangles for the four of them, and a kalimba which Lillian was unnaturally proficient with. None of the instruments were particularly large, so it was easy to fit them in alongside everything else in the hand cart. Especially the kalimba - a hand-sized wooden board with attached staggered metal tines, which made an ethereally charming resonating sound when played despite its minuscule size.

"Rayne's got her drum, I'm taking my bouzouki, Lils is bringing..."

"Kalimba."

"Right, right. Coco, which instrument are you grabbing?"

Crystal snipped the thread with her teeth after tying a tight knot. "Since Lils is bringing the kalimba, I'll go with the fiddle."

"Ooh, are we gonna do a jig?"

"Maybe. We have to see what the climate's like in town."

"Climate is cold, Coco. There's snow."

"Emotional climate, Goofus! If something terrible happened recently, if there's an illness going around or a famine or what have you, it'd be inappropriate to run in with a nice cheerful Stick Across the Hob."

"Ah, Morrison's Jig. A classic."

"We can play it if people are friendly to us. Who knows, maybe they hate folk music. There was a time in our own history where the only socially appropriate music was religious hymns, you know."

"Gross."

"Right? So again, we just have to be careful."

"And then once they like us we can do fun songs, right?"

"Maybe slow tempo drinking songs or instrumental sea shanties to uh, test the waters."

"Har de har. Lyrics?"

"I really, really, extremely thoroughly and tragically doubt they'll speak English or any of the other languages we can sing in, and they might be alarmed by foreign languages. Classic orchestral music might be our best bet, honestly."

A potentially insurmountable language barrier was part of the reason their little group hemmed and hawed about heading to town. On the one hand they definitely needed more information about the world, but on the other hand, walking in without any knowledge or method of communication was a terrifying prospect.

So they did what they all did best, and procrastinated productively. The costumes were a good start, but they weren't sturdy enough to withstand frigid winter winds since the things were entirely cosmetic. Lillian proposed they somehow create thicker linings for their clothes, and Grey suggested they make use of the house's ability to restore items in order to do just that. But for that to work, they'd have to understand how it worked.

That night they waited with bated breath after destroying a single pillow, shredding it to bits as a sacrifice to the experimental gods of magic science. As soon as midnight ticked over on the household clocks, a new pillow appeared in its original place on its appropriate bed, and the shredded remains of the sacrificed pillow were still laying sad and limp on the floor.

"Infinite pillow glitch," Grey had whispered with delight, setting the other three to helpless giggling at his dumb joke.

The next day was spent ruining disposable objects around the house to various degrees and moving them around in order to determine the magic house's threshold of accounting damage and item 'respawning' limits. Some items were completely replaced, some were merely repaired, items from outside the property didn't count, and everything else had different thresholds for what counted as damage and what didn't.

While everyone was running around wrecking their house and generally having a good time doing magic science, Crystal put an empty jar outside of the fence to sit overnight. After the reset that night, it was fully replaced complete with its original contents, while the original empty jar remained outside of the property wedged into the snow.

Crystal smiled to herself with this new discovery, and put several small jars of preserves outside the fence in one of the small wooden crates she found in the cellar, covered with a thick towel to help insulate the glass.

"What were you getting up to?" Grey asked, as she stomped back into the house rubbing her arms to fight off the winter chill.

"Wishing we had warmer clothes," Crystal sighed, the mischievous glint in her eyes telling Grey he wouldn't get any answers yet. "Or at least pajamas with sleeves."

"Plotting something sinister?"

"Maybe."

"Rock on. Lemme know if I can help."

"Of course."

With their new knowledge regarding item respawn rules, they set about tearing more pillows and sheets into raw materials for upgrading their silly stage costumes into something functional, and copied the costumes into several spare sets for each of them just in case.

The costumes were inspired by fantasy medieval fashion and Renaissance faire finery, all four virtually identical in styling. Surcoats with silver bead tape and embroidery, high collar tunics with voluminous bishop sleeves, canvas cloaks with deep hoods, leather bracers, leather boots, leather belts with ring clasps, assorted leather bags, gloves, and leggings. Aside from the white tunic, everything was black with silver embellishments such as bead tape and braided fabric trims, or embroidery that shimmered in the light. The cloaks also sported little silver jingling bells attached along the hem, matching decorative bells on the boots and bags.

Most importantly, each of them had a unique Venetian masquerade mask with an attached beaded black face veil. The intricate, ornate masks had little bells dangling from loops on the sides, and were decorated with gemstone accents around and above the eyes; each member of Aos Sí Echtrae used a different gemstone for their stage name to capitalize on all the 'Fairy Rock' jokes they could make.

Plus, Crystal was already named after a shiny rock, so it was convenient all around.

"How are we gonna make these clothes warmer?" Grey asked, holding up his surcoat and raising an eyebrow in Lillian's direction.

"Quilting." Lillian said, gesturing with her hands to try and pantomime what she meant. "Gonna create pocket insulation layers using sheets, fill them with cotton and feather down and foam and whatever else we have to use. Then sew the pocket insulation layer in the middle of the original costume layer and an inner lining, to make the clothes warm without sacrificing their aesthetic!"

"The cloaks too?"

"The cloaks especially. They're already a strong sturdy material and have been water sealed, insulating them will basically turn them into actual quilts to shield us from the wind. In fact, I'll probably use cloak copies to make waterproof pants, since insulating leggings is a bit hard thanks to their thin material..."

"Too bad we can't make better boots too," Crystal sighed, glancing out the window. It hadn't stopped snowing since they arrived, and though most of the layers didn't completely stick, there was still a foot of snow outside they'd have to slog through to reach town. If the weather continued, they would have to put off the visit until some of that snow melted off.

"I'll break the path for you guys," Rayne said, flexing a powerful bicep. "No worries. We should still wait until it stops snowing, though. Walking through bad weather always sucks, even more so if it's over a big distance."

"Remembering high school?"

"God, that hill was brutal."

"Hey, everyone gets to help out with this!" Lillian said, pointing at the other three who were subtly edging toward the door during their conversation.

"I can't sew," Rayne quickly protested, and Lillian held up a finger to shush her.

"The lining doesn't have to be sewn pretty, the stitches just have to be strong. We need to make several copies of the belts, I want to repurpose them into something else... And I wanna keep an original copy of the costumes as well as have several sets of each so this is gonna take a few days worth of resetting to complete. Oh! Rayne, you can find big branches to make into walking sticks, the ground will be uneven under the snow and we don't wanna trip."

"Yes ma'am..."

Under Lillian's watchful eye, everyone got to work on different tasks in order to prepare for their first visit to another world's town, feeling a combination of trepidation and excitement in their hearts.

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"Hey guys? There's uh. There's something weird." Rayne's voice echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps as she hurried toward the living room where the others were gathered around the finished costumes and enjoying the last of their breakfast.

"What in the... Is that... Is that a telescope?!" Grey asked incredulously as Rayne rounded the corner with something large and heavy in her arms.

"I was checking out the study and found it in one of the cabinets. So, the study has that windowed alcove bit that sticks out from the side of the house, right?"

"Yeah, like a breakfast nook but for books. Book nook!" Grey grinned, switching his attention from the costumes to the big brass telescope that Rayne was hurriedly setting up in front of the largest living room window. "This thing is ancient! There's no way this isn't some priceless antique or something!"

"Yes yes it's very cool and belonged to a former trade ship navigator about a hundred years ago don't ask how I know that I'm not sure either I understand why this weirds Coco out now, but that's not important!" Rayne wheezed, peering through the eyepiece and adjusting the focus before stepping away. "Look at the town."

Grey peeked through first, too excited about the telescope itself to wait much longer. He stared in silence for a good long moment, then frowned and stepped away to give Lillian room. "That's... You're right, that is weird. But I can't quite put my finger on why... I mean, aside from the architecture itself? But something else is bugging me..."

"It's hard to see detail from here even with the telescope, but I think some of them had glowing symbols decorating them?" Lillian said with a shrug after she had her turn. "They're pretty, and unusual for sure. Either magic or electricity, but I hope it's magic. That'd be cool!"

Crystal took her turn last, automatically touching her face to lift up the glasses that she no longer had to wear. She gave a soft laugh at finding her face naked, shook her head, and peered through the eyepiece.

The buildings were indeed strangely pretty, smooth white or silver constructs with colorful glass roofs, in sleek appealing shapes that more suited a science fiction setting rather than fantasy. Some had glowing symbols etched under arched windows or in rows along walls, but the light was dim and flickering, and it was impossible to tell from afar what shape the symbols had.

"The town has a uniform layout," Crystal said quietly, furrowing her brow. "It's a planned city. Wide roads on a grid, a perfectly arched wall surrounding the whole thing except where the harbor is. The tallest building is in the middle, might be a palace or castle? But... There's no people."

"Wait, what?!" Lillian exclaimed while Grey snapped his fingers in realization.

"That's it! Even though it's winter, there'd still be people moving around and working and stuff, right? But those roads are totally empty! No cars or wagons or pedestrians or nothing."

Crystal swung the telescope around, peering into the empty harbor, then past that toward the horizon where puffy white sails broke the barrier between sea and sky. "Ah, the ships... The city is really sleek and almost futuristic, but those ships are..."

Grey nudged Crystal aside to steal the eyepiece again, bouncing his leg with excitement. "Yo! Those are some real nice maritime vessels, my friends! Four-masted wooden masterpieces, and is that mizzenmast lateen-rigged? Squared raised stern, that's a nice prominent booty on those ships for sure. Those big boys are either carracks or galleons, or whatever they're called in this world. Whew, they're real beauties!"

"Was it an evacuation?" Lillian asked, concern coloring her voice, but Grey shook his head.

"Doubt it. The sails are torn and mended all over the place, and I think I see minor hull damage on the ones up close, but those lads are definitely pointed toward the town, and resting in a recognizable formation at that. They've been through a long journey to get here specifically, I think. In fact..." Grey swung the telescope, adjusting the focus as he went, searching to and fro until he spotted what he was looking for.

"They were further away when we first got here," Rayne said, holding up her fingers in a little pinching gesture. "The sails were like, this big on the horizon."

Grey nodded, then exclaimed aloud. "Aha! Found a pinnace! I dunno why it took them so long to approach, but they're moored in the deeps now, not sheltering in the harbor. And there, by the town wall! There's a little camp. Looks like... Ten people? They used a small pinnace boat to approach so it's probably a landing party scouting the area to see if it's safe to approach."

"I didn't see people! Let me see!" Rayne bumped Grey aside with her hip, stealing the telescope back. "There they are! Oh, they're still unloading the boat."

"It was still snowing pretty hard until like, today. They probably only just sent the team out." Grey said, and Rayne nodded in agreement.

"Looks like it. Hmm... Their clothes do look a little like our costumes, I think? They're tiny colorful blurs, but I think I see a couple people in cloaks, and possibly armor? Using our costumes is probably the best idea after all."

"But now things have gotten a bit more complicated," Crystal muttered, drumming her fingers on her bottom lip as thoughts tumbled around in her mind. "There's no permanent settlement yet. For some reason that city is empty, and we don't know why. The city looks more advanced than anything the people in wooden ships would be capable of making, no matter how nice the ships are, so they probably aren't the same civilization. If they have that many ships, are they colonizers? Are there natives to this land we need to worry about? How would they see us if we, as strangers who don't even speak their language, suddenly walked up while they're trying to settle an apparently empty foreign city?"

Grey and Lillian exchanged glances, while Rayne turned from the telescope and placed a hand on her hip. "Coco. Relax."

"How can I relax? If they're not friendly we're probably boned! They'll definitely come explore the forest for resources and they'll find us and-"

"Crystal!"

Crystal flinched as Rayne grabbed her by the shoulders and gave a gentle shake, bringing her back to her senses. She hadn't even realized she'd hunched over and started scratching at the delicate pale flesh of her arms, bright red tracks screaming their distress under her fingernails. She shivered, forcing her clawed hands to relax, and took a deep breath. "Ah... S-sorry, I... I just..."

"Does it feel dangerous?" Lillian asked, her voice calming Crystal's nerves with its serenity.

She thought a moment, then pressed her lips together and shook her head. "No. It doesn't feel dangerous. I'm just... Worried, I think. Anxious. There's so many unknowns..."

"If they're gonna find us anyway, let's go to them on our own terms," Grey said, giving Crystal's face a gentle tap with his knuckles. "Right? We readied the costumes anyway, and Rayne whittled us some fine walking sticks."

"I even polished them."

"See? She polished them, Coco."

"There was wood lacquer in the maintenance closet."

"Wood lacquer, Coco!"

"Alright, alright!" Crystal threw up her hands in defeat, struggling in vain to hide the growing smile on her face. "You win. Let's get dressed and go make first contact."

"The masks are mandatory!" Grey said, grabbing his off the living room table. "If we're gonna be a minstrel group we gotta look the part!"

"I finished the slings for your instruments, so you can carry the cases on your back under the cloaks. Should make it less of a strain to lug them through the snow." Lillian looked proud as she showed off the repurposed leather belts, carefully measured to fit each of them and evenly distribute the weight of the heavy cases across their torsos. "My kalimba is small enough to fit in a bag so I felt like this is the least I could do to help."

"You're so great Lils," Grey sighed, giving his twin a grateful hug.

"I'll go get the sticks," Rayne said, running upstairs.

Meanwhile, Crystal rolled her eyes and heaved a despondent sigh. "Man... I have to wear actual clothes again..."

"It's too cold to be a nudist, Coco."

"I'm not a nudist, I'm just texture sensitive!"

"You'd be a nudist if it was socially acceptable."

"Eh... Debatable. I'm kinda lumpy."

"No you're just soft and huggable."

"Which makes me lumpy. Oh well, at least the costume materials feel nice." Crystal sighed once more, grabbing her outfit off the living room table. "Alright, everyone turn off their vision for a second."

"We have all seen you naked, Crystal."

"We all took turns washing your back when you went through physical therapy, Crystal."

"Also this is the living room."

"Nudist."

"Exhibitionist."

"Can't hear you guys I'm already naked!" Crystal stuck out her tongue as, contrary to her statement, she headed down the hallway toward the bathroom in order to change in privacy.

"Who's naked?" Rayne called down the stairs, accompanied by the thumping sound of four walking sticks repeatedly hitting the banister as she descended.

"Everyone except you!" Grey called back, his voice muffled as he pulled the blouse over his head.

"I had to get the sticks, no one told me we were having a nudey party!"

"Nudey parties are better fun with guests that aren't basically your relatives," Lillian grumbled, and Rayne nodded as she dumped the walking sticks on the nearest sofa.

"Eh, true. No offense, you guys are our unofficial adopted siblings."

"No no, it's mutual. You both are our sisters, seeing you lot naked does not rustle my jimmies in the slightest."

"Completely unrustled?"

"Not even a jostle."

"Damn."

"Wait, why are we unofficially adopted? There's no birth records in this world for us. We can just be siblings and no one will ever be able to prove otherwise."

"Shit, you're right! Okay, you're all adopted by me now. You can call me Mama."

"Like hell we will, you're the youngest!"

"Respect your elders, young man!"

Crystal laughed to herself as their voices echoed faintly through the closed bathroom door, then focused on getting dressed. Her costume was modified further thanks to a personal request she'd made, adding a long black wrap skirt that went to her ankles to be worn over the leggings. She also added a silver sash around the waist and under the belt, made using one of the spare bedsheets.

She didn't mind pants so long as the material was nice, but she preferred the swish of long skirts and dresses because it felt more fun, and if she had to wear clothes anyway they might as well be layered and interesting. Just so long as the inner layer actually touching her body was a nice comfortable fabric!

Lillian made the skirt match the rest of the outfit using bead tape and braided fabric, and liked the resulting skirt so much she added a shorter skirt and some frilly modifications to her own outfit. Then Grey wanted some fancy embellishments and dangling cloth bits to look more dramatic, so in the end only Rayne kept the original design.

"We look amazing," Grey said with a delighted sigh as everyone gathered together in the living room once more to don their masks.

"Are the masks really necessary?" Lillian mumbled as she tugged on the gossamer veil, causing the beaded decorations woven into the fine material to jingle and shimmer. "I mean... What if not being able to see our faces scares them, or makes them suspicious?"

"Then we can take them off?" Grey said with a shrug, slinging the shoulder strap of his instrument case over his arm before settling his cloak. "But I think it adds to our mystique as wandering minstrels, and we look fantastic rather than threatening. Plus, they're the ones landing near our house, right? We're the ones living here. For all they could know, it's culturally inappropriate to walk around with naked faces!"

"We'll have to get pretty close to know for sure," Crystal said. After a moment's thought, she took out her hairclip and left it on the coffee table, allowing her long blonde hair to tumble free in the brief moment before she put up her hood. She'd spent enough time in cold climates to know long hair was best left protecting one's neck from cold air. "We'll watch their body language as we approach. If they seem hostile, we'll back off. In the meantime, we should bring some food. It's a long hike."

Everyone agreed, filing into the kitchen to pack snacks and sandwiches into their bags. Crystal tucked a few jars of preserves into hers, bringing only those and a couple sandwiches instead of cramming the space with small packs of miniature cookies and potato chips like everyone else. Her choice of foodstuff went unnoticed, since everyone else was busy playing Tetris trying to fit their chosen assortment of snacks into relatively small bags.

Once everyone felt prepared enough for their journey, they took a moment to brace themselves, each grabbing a homemade walking stick, then stepped out of the house into the snow.

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larryfanficwriter98 · 3 years

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Chapter Twenty Five - THE END

*Falling In Love Through The Phone*

“You went to Russia?” Louis grinned as he held his mug in his hands and nodded looking down at Emma.

“We did.” Louis said gently moving a curly brown strand of hair behind her ear.

“Was it fun?”

“It was very fun.”

“What did you do after you proposed?” Emma asked, she was always the more inquisitive one than her twin brother Elijah. Louis blushed as he remembered exactly what they did after they got back to the hotel room. It included something lacey and a lot of lube. Louis coughed and took a sip of his tea.

“We told each other how much we love the other one and how happy we were to be taking that next step in our lives, even if it wouldn’t be right away.” Louis explained.

“What was the wedding like?”

“Beautiful. It was in Italy at a villa on Lake Como and it was dusty blue and yellow, and it was filled with flowers.”

“I thought you looked really pretty in your suit.”

“Well thank you darling.”

“Did you have a honeymoon?”

“We stayed at the villa for a week before going on a short honeymoon cruise. Why are you asking so many questions Ems?”

“Because I want my wedding to be just likes yours and Papas one days.” Louis smiled down at his daughter then leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“It’ll be better than ours, but you have a long way to go before that.” Louis said.

“Is papa coming home tomorrow?”

“He’ll be home after breakfast.”

“Is the new baby going to be with him?”

“They will. Are you excited to know what it is?”

“I can’t wait. I’ll be the bestest big sister ever.”

“I know you will be. Go to sleep darling it’s late enough as it is.” Louis kissed her forehead then stood up and left her room. He headed to her brother’s room and kissed his forehead tucking him in tighter, he was just like Harry fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Eight years ago, Hannah and Lizzy had asked them to be sperm donors for their children and they would be surrogates for theirs. Harry had helped buy them a house inside a private neighborhood that they had moved into when Harry had decided to take time away from the spotlight. Their houses were on the same cul-de-sac and directly across from each other’s so the kids could travel to each house whenever they wanted. Lizzy loved being pregnant and two years after their son was born Lizzy had came over and asked if they wanted a kid yet and if not, they’d use one of Harry’s donations. They had agreed almost immediately to try for a child and turned out they were having twins. Lizzy was an excellent mother and surrogate and had done everything right and they were born at 38 weeks perfectly healthy. Three years after that they had used Harry’s donation and had gotten their daughter who looked almost exactly like Emma. They had waited for her to come to them again and this time it was Louis’ biological child though not that it mattered to any of them. Harry was papa to all the kids, Louis was daddy or dad, Hannah was ma or mama or even mother, and Lizzy was mommy or mom. It was one big mixed family and though the holidays were a pain in the ass to plan, they always saw everyone’s families and came for each birthday celebration. Two days ago, Lizzy had gone into labor and Harry had stayed with her while Louis and Hannah stayed home with the babes. No one knew what they were having and now only Harry and Hannah knew what the sex was. The nursery was done in a neutral jungle theme with wallpaper and large stuffed animals. Louis was in love with it and he couldn’t wait to ne in there with his child soon. Lizzy would be pumping as much and as best as she could like she did for the twins, but they also had formula for the babe for emergencies should it come to it. Lizzy wanted to breastfeed, it was one of the things she had asked to be allowed to do to bond with them whenever she was around, and they of course were all for it. When she was over, she had breastfed the twins and when she wasn’t, they had fed them bottles of milk or formula.

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Louis was anxiously waiting for the car with Hannah. They’re kids were off to the playroom being loud and making a mess he was sure, but he didn’t care.

“Will you sit down. This is not your first child you know.” Hannah teased.

“Shut up I’m nervous.” Louis grumbled walking over to sit beside her on the couch, he stood up two seconds later when he heard a car pull into the drive. He ran to the window and grinned hurrying to the front door and swinging it open looking over at his husband as he carried the baby carrier and helped Lizzy to the door.

“Good morning handsome.” Harry said greeting him with a kiss.

“Yeah, hi give me the baby.” Louis said taking the carrier and moving to the living room floor. He removed the cover to protect their face from the cold autumn air and grinned widely as he stared at the precious bundle. He quickly and carefully undone the straps and grinned when he read the little onesie. He looked over at Harry as he gently pulled out his little girl and saw him grinning at him.

“He’s so beautiful.”

“It’s a girl?” Hannah asked excitedly, “Give me a name.”

“Presley Rayne Tomlinson.” Louis said as he cradled her against his body and snuggled her, “She’s so precious.”

“PAPA!” Harry grinned and greeted all four kids with a large bear hug as they came running up to him.

“Is that it?”

“Is that the baby?”

“What is it?”

“Is it a boy or girl?”

“Alright you four relax...quiet down…the baby is sleeping.” Harry spoke gently, “This is your little sister Presley.”

“Another girl?” Eli and Alex groaned making the adults grin.

“Sorry boys. Not our fault.” Louis said as he sat down on the large sofa, the kids all scrambling over to get a good look at her.

“Hey daddy?”

“Yes Emma?”

“You should tell Presley the story of how you and papa fell in love. You always tell it the best.” Louis grinned as he looked over at Harry not able to believe that have been together for twelve years already.

“Well, it started with a question…” Louis began and as he told the story of how he had asked Harry about Volcano Boarding and how it led them down this road he knew there was no other place he’d rather be.

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AUgust 16 - Joker - Fantasy

Title: Miracle Maker

Fandom: Void's Enigmatic Mansion

Implied Duke/Lavelle

Welcome back to Rayne's Obscure Interests Emporium. Today we take a look at a fairy-tale version of the already fantastical "Void's Enigmatic Mansion," an incredible series that I highly recommend.

Long ago and far away, in a time and place that was both completely alike and not at all similar to our own, there lived a simple young woodcarver. He made many things, from cabinets to coffins to closet doors, but his deepest love was in sculpting delicate figures, so lifelike one would swear they say the creations breathing.

One day, the woodcarver had a knock at his door. Now this on its own wasn't too peculiar, regardless of how remote his little cottage was at the edge of town. What caused him to take pause was the manner of the knocking. Every person knocks on a door differently, and if you have never been able to observe this, I promise it's true. The meek folk tend to knock quietly, as though they could cause disruption merely by touching their fists to the surface of a door. The mighty knock loudly, announcing their presence in every meeting of knuckle to wood.

This knock was self-important. A sharp series of three "knock-knock-knocks" introduced the waiting party as someone who was important, if only to themselves.

Still, never one to be inhospitable, the woodcarver made his way to the door.

A man stood before him, robed in fine blacks and reds, with skin like snow and lips like rubies. The woodcarver bowed his head in respect at the clearly fine status of the man before him, inviting him inside.

The man took three steps, just as grandiose and self-important as the knocks at the door had been, and gazed about the small abode. It was neat and tidy, but not uninvitingly so. It was lived-in, but well-kept. The important man smirked.

"I am told you grant wishes."

That caused the carver to pause.

"I am so sorry, sir, but, did you say-"

"Yes. I did. Wishes of wood, figurines so real that one could scarcely believe they weren't."

"I… I suppose, yes I do."

"Good. I have a wish for you, then."

To say the woodcarver wasn't curious would be a lie. But he had enough wisdom in his young body to know that wishes often led to regret. Still… there was something in the eyes of this man that whispered of secrets, and far be it from the carver to disappoint a potential customer.

"What would you like?"

The man reached into a suit pocket and pulled out a neatly rolled paper, and presented its contents: the portrait of a beautiful young girl.

"Can you create her likeness?"

"I suppose I could try, yes. How small would you like it?"

"The size of a child, of course. You're granting a wish, not capturing some somber memory."

The carver was taken aback. He had never crafted something so large and so intricate as a child. He had never even thought to. But… well, now he was presented with a challenge.

"I will do my best, I can promise no more."

"I will return in one year's time to check on you. Will that be enough?"

"I think so, yes, but we'll know when it comes."

"That we will."

So saying, the man departed, and the woodcarver got to work.

First, he had to plan. It was not enough simply to have a picture. He had to create sketches and sketches and notes and notes in order to even begin to see how this magnificent doll would come together.

He decided straight away that she would have movable parts. Her joints would bend and rotate as closely to reality as possible. Her eyes and mouth would remain still, if only to preserve the beauty of her face.

Next, the woodcarver had to decide whether or not to carve the body clothed or not. Again, he went with realism. He would carve a nude figure in order to dress her properly, with no worry for the vast folds and filigris of fashionable attire. That in itself changed as often as the moon, so this doll would be able to remain trendy or vintage as the case may be.

Finally, the matter of hair. The woodcarver initially decided to sculpt the delicate curls of the girl's flowing locks, but, again, there was fashion to consider, and the natural beauty of movement in such delicate strands.

Thus, with the make-up of the doll decided, the woodcarver got to work.

Every day he labored over this creation, and every day he gave up. Every day he wept bitterly at his own limitations, and every day he cheered his own genius. On and on it went, and still he occasionally made time for his customary orders.

One day, in the middle of his daily weeping, a tinkling sound of bells sounded outside his window. He opened it, and was astonished to see a little man, dressed in gold and silver. The tiny man had tiny wings, and a tiny notebook made from mushroom caps and tiny leaves.

"Hello, sir, it is a pleasure to meet you," the woodcarver greeted, opening the window further for the little man to enter.

"I have heard," the tiny, tinkling voice began, "that you are creating a miracle. I wish to be the greatest poet who ever lived, you see, and so I wished I might take inspiration for myself from your work, if that is quite alright with you."

The woodcarver blushed and bowed his head. While he was proud of what he had achieved, he felt it nowhere near perfection. But who was he to deny a poet anything?

He moved the cloth from the wood he was working, and the little poet buzzed about excitedly, making tiny notes in his tiny book.

As he flew around, the woodcarver noticed that the little creature had no good tools to write with, merely berries that he dipped into with his finger.

Well, it wouldn't do to have a poet who couldn't read his own work, so he fashioned a little stylus to take berry and flower-petal ink so that the young man might write more confidently.

The flying poet thanked the woodcarver greatly, zipping around the room with joy.

"May she have the beauty of a goddess and the voice on an angel," the poet cried, and departed for the evening.

The carver smiled and closed the window behind his guest. He sat down to work once more, but felt more confident in the work he had done.

Some time later, as he was finishing the limbs of the doll, there was a scratching at his door like a dog wished to get in.

Sure enough, when he opened the door, a wolf was sat on his stoop, eyes of gold and fur of black.

"Good carver," the wolf began, voice dusky, "I have been told you are creating a miracle. I wish to marry the doe in the field near my home, and to see such impossible craftsmanship would help me gain the confidence to approach her. May I come and see?"

Well, the carver certainly wouldn't object to true love, as strange as it may have sounded, and so he let the wolf in, and lifted the blanket covering his carving. The wolf howled in delight and began to pace circles around the doll, admiring her form.

As he circled, the Carver thought about how he might help the wolf win the heart of a doe.

He fashioned a collar from the finest of his leather scraps, a collar befitting a king, with a circle of gleaming gold in the center. He presented the collar to the wolf, advising that wearing it for the doe would demonstrate his loyalty, and his tameness to her.

The wolf accepted the accessory, and bowed his head in gratitude.

"May she be loyal and swift," he growled, heart beating with excitement and nervousness at confessing his love.

The carver smiled and closed the door behind the wolf, getting back to his work. It felt that the wood was smoother and more pliant beneath his hands.

The time came when the woodcarver's year was very nearly up. His doll was beautiful, it was true, with eyes of sapphire and hair the finest flaxen gold. He dress appeared to be spun from stars, and the woodcarver knew, with no shadow of a doubt, that he would never create her equal.

As he finished placing delicate shoes on the doll's feet, a pounding came at the door. This was no self-important knock, nor tinkling query, nor curious scratch. Scarcely had the woodcarver opened the door than a young man in fine silks strode boldly in.

"I am to be the greatest doctor in the world," he announced hotly, lips curled into a sneer, "and I was told you were here performing miracles. I will see for myself."

Before the woodcarver could stop the man, he was poking and prodding the precious doll, yanking her fine hair out and tearing her starlight dress. He plucked out her sapphire eyes to see what lay behind, scoffing at the delicate work.

"Hmph. It is just a toy after all. No substitute for the real body. May she remain fragile and weak."

So saying he strode back out, leaving the woodcarver to burst into tears.

How could he ever face the grand gentleman now? What would the fellow say to such abysmal work?

He had just about resigned himself to despair when a soft voice like the whispering of the wind interrupted him.

"Why do you cry, my father?"

It was his precious doll, hair matted and frayed, dress torn to shreds, and eyes missing. He felt he must be dreaming, but there she was, patient smile ever steady on her delicate lips.

"My doll, my daughter," he wept, "you have been abused and ruined by that terrible doctor. I don't know how to face you or the man who asked you into being."

"Worry not, father. Sleep. The day is wiser than the night, and all will be well."

The woodcarver didn't have an argument for that, so to his bed he trudged, and into the covers he burrowed, miserable but still bewildered by the magic of his creation.

Before the man knew it, it was morning, and there those three knocks were upon the door.

The woodcarver answered nervously, and there was the grand man from the year before, looking exactly the same.

"I have come to see the miracle you have made for me, woodcarver. Let us see if my wish has come true."

The woodcarver began to shake. He knew the state the doll was in, horrendous as it was. But he could not dissuade his guest from coming in.

Gingerly he lifted the blanket concealing his dolly daughter, and was astonished to see her hair was now fiery red curls, and her dress was a deep forest green.

The grand man smiled, observing his doll.

"A fine creation indeed, I see. She is beautiful, but deadly. Loyal and stunning. Delicate but fierce. You have made a miracle.”

The woodcarver nodded. The doll blinked awake and curtsied at the man who had commissioned her.

"Are you to be my new father?"

"I think so. But such a shame it would be to abandon such talent. I believe you should have two fathers, if that would be agreeable to your creator.

The woodcarver was nearly speechless. What in the world-

"Yes," he answered before he could stop himself, and the doll and gentleman both smiled and offered their hands.

Once upon a time there was a woodcarver who could grant wishes, who created a daughter from wood and cloth, and wed a man no beauty could phase.

And they lived happily.

#my writing #rayne writes #au-gust #au gust 2021 #fanfic #voids enigmatic mansion

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Author’s note: SO *claps* We got something pretty serious this time y’all, about 2.4K words, a story from Rayne’s past but this has REALLY SERIOUS topics in it, SENSITIVE STUFF IN IT, seriously if you CAN’T read it OR IT’S TOO DIFFICULT TO, you can totally skip it, Rayne’s story is the most REAL one and it was difficult for me to type it not gonna lie, I’M GONNA TAG WHAT’S IN IT HERE AND ALSO IN THE TAGS FOR DOUBLE PROTECTION-

SO, WARNINGS HERE: tw // blood tw // abuse tw // violence tw // homophobia

The car was hot now.

The windows, once clear, now had a layered sheen of condensation on them from the inside. Determined little beads of built-up water steadily rolling down the glass in a silent race. The car reverberated with the low rumble of R&B playing from the radio just to set the mood, she figured. Rayne, her face tinted with a light crimson to her cheeks, gradually sat up in her side of the backseat while she panted out, she licked her lips, she could still taste her essence tainting her mouth and printing itself onto there. Allison, this, brunette haired, blue-eyed, long-legged, and slender girl that went to the same high-school as Rayne was laid out next to her. Her trembling legs were still spread apart, too sensitive to even think about closing, her head was leaned back against the door. She gasped out harder and louder than Rayne did for she was coming down from the orgasmic high that had hit her harder than a speeding bullet train. Rayne settled her hand on one of Allison's knees, "You gonna get up?" She muttered with a twinge of impatience, pushing the other girl's legs closed for her practically, Allison huffed, "Can't you give me, like, fucking 10 seconds, Rayne, Jesus!" She snapped, harsher and quicker than she originally intended. She glanced down the seat and caught just in time of Rayne glancing away with narrowing eyes and a furrowed brow, she stared through a gap in the fog on the window thanks to her wiping it away with the side of her fist. The brunette, drifting her eyes away for a moment, looked back at her and she gently sat up, "I'm sorry," Allison murmured, her hand going to Rayne's shoulder to provide some sort of comfort, she even gave it a tender squeeze. Rayne, without even giving her another glance, snatched her shoulder out of Allison's grasp, "Least I can get you to fucking cum anyway," she growled, taking a hold of the door handle, she pushed the door open hard, and before she closed it, she leaned in once more, "Last time I checked, Jack can't do that for you right?" She shot, and she slammed the door close, leaving Allison inside with her stunned and terrified expression at the sheer mention of her boyfriend. Rayne glared once more at the condensed and covered window, staring it down in a way before turning and beginning to trudge in the opposite direction when the car turned over and drove away. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an open, crinkled, and an almost empty box of cigarettes, along with a blue lighter that had noticeably low fluid in it. She flipped open the lid when she raised the box to her mouth and she caught one of the smokes in between her lips. Whilst she slid the pack back into her pocket, it took a couple of tries, but the lighter awoken with a bright, burning orange flame and she held it to the cigarette, lighting the end of it and taking a deep and much-needed drag of it. She held the cigarette in between her index finger and the middle one, taking it out of her mouth. She breathed the smoke out in a deep sigh, letting it leave her lungs for now.

She longed this walk, this rut she's imprinted into the sidewalk, she knew it like the back of her head and she hated the destination. She tapped the built-up ash off of the cigarette and put it back in between her lips and let it hang loosely there as she got closer and closer to her house with every hesitant step. Her home didn't feel like a home anymore, so, better to call it a house than ever a home. As she approached the porch, she glanced towards the illuminated living room window. She studied it, the tv was on and playing some kind of sporting event, it looked like football but she didn't care a single bit. All it told her was that he was awake, and was probably a six-pack down already. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and put it out by grinding the lit end against the wooden rail of the porch, then she crumpled the stick up and threw it to the side, in the garden barely attended to anymore. She's done this process so many times now there was a small build-up of extinguished, thrown-away smokes and small, black, circles brunt into the cedarwood. She haltingly stepped up the porch stairs, she knew what was going to happen, it was inevitable, it was every day now, like clockwork, right on the dot too. Rayne stood at the door, her eyes glared down at the worn in welcoming mat. "Welcome to our happy home!" The bold, elegantly inscribed words taunted her silently.

Happy home. What a bunch of shit.

Turning the doorknob, the front door creaked open and she stepped inside, letting the door shut behind her. She didn't even bother to lock it as she was already hurrying to the back of the house to the rooms. "Where the Hell were ya tonight, girl?" Her father, a slim man, more skin and bone than muscle with his hair shaved down to a buzz-cut and dressed in a white tank-top and shorts glared over at her. His words were slurred, the simple sentence seemed to be a struggle for him to even think of. Rayne scoffed, barely looking over at him, "Like you fuckin' care," she retorted, already hearing him begin to shuffle and stumble around when he tried to pull himself out of the sofa. She never wanted to see him. She couldn't stand him, his smell that always reeked massively of liquor, how disheveled he was, he was like a leech just sucking the dwindling life-force of what once was a pleasant and happy home. That seemed like such a distant memory now. As she approached the target door, she fixed her hair with a simple brushing of her fingers going through the somewhat black, tangled hair. She tugged on the front of her flannel shirt, fixed the collar, and took in a deep breath, and let it out to calm down her infuriated nerves. She wanted to at least seem happy for her, she didn't need any more stress on her heart. With a firm grip on the golden doorknob, she gradually turned it and creaked open the door open, it squeaked with its minuscule movement, the invading light of the hallway seeping into the dark room. When there was a big enough gap in the open doorway, she stepped in and closed it behind her, this time she did lock it behind her. She didn't want anyone disturbing this time.

"Hey mom." She murmured gently, her words had a minor waver to them at the sight of her mother, swaddled up in two or three blankets with her head buried in a bevy of pillows. Her once beautiful, wavy, red hair, now lazily put up in a messy bun, unkempt and rarely cared for. She glanced at her mother's face, her tired eyes looked sunken in like she got clocked in both of her eyes and had little life after the hits. Hearing Rayne's voice, however, seemed to have sparked her engine a little. Weakly, she lifted her head from the pillows and glanced over her shoulder at Rayne before relaxing again. "Hey baby..." Her words were so quiet, if it weren't for the stillness of her bedroom she wouldn't have heard her speak up at all. It pained Rayne just to stand there, shifting on her feet, unable to do anything about the illness that ran rampant through her body, destroying everything in its path to leave nothing but an empty shell to deteriorate in a black box buried six feet deep in the ground. "How was today? Any pain?" She always asked this question and always got the same answer, "Same old, same old, sweetie..." Just like clockwork. "Right, yeah," letting a defeated sigh escape her lips, she trudged over to her mother's bedside. Every step closer brought tears further to the dangerous brink of pouring out of her eyes as two steady, strong rivers. She loomed over her at her bedside, she didn't want to cry despite it being so tempting to, she was sure that her mom wouldn't be mad at her for it, even understand it. However, she wanted to be strong for her, even if that meant bottling up every true feeling and everything single thing she wanted to vent out and scream and cry and shout for all to hear, and putting it away, and locking it up. Just to lessen to worry on her heart. Rayne leaned down, she pressed a chaste, little peck to her mother's forehead, and let her own rest on the side of her head for a few moments. She didn't want to leave, if she could, she'd stay in here for the rest of her life just comforting her mother, to ease her through the pain, to remind her to take her medicine, and just hope that one day, she'd just sit up in bed all vibrant and happy and laughing, and just be herself again. Nowadays, hope was dwindling, her old family became a fragment of a memory to be dusted away, to never be remembered. "I'll see you later, okay?" She muttered, she leaned back up, turning, she trudged back to the door, shaky, stuttering breaths slowly seeping out of her mouth, some impatient tears coming up to the corners of her eyes and they ran down her cheeks, "Love you, little rain cloud..." hearing her childhood nickname come from her mouth as weak and as quiet as it did was the final, killing stab in her gut. It made her stop in her steps, right at the doorway again. It took a few moments, to stir up the strength in her to even attempt to say goodbye, she glanced over her shoulder a little hesitantly, her eyes glossy with tears, "I love you too, mom..." She whispered, closing the door behind her with a heavy heart.

She needed a drink. She wanted to go into the kitchen, grab one of the cheap bottled beer from the numerous six-packs littering the fridge and just forget about her troubles for at least tonight. Who was going to stop her from that? Taking hold of the fridge handle, she swung it open, grabbed a beer by the neck of the bottle, and took it out of the fridge. She twisted it open and tossed the metal cap to the side, she raised the bottle up to her lips about to take a drink but stopped midway when she saw him at the door. Her father. She chuckled, irritation already leaking into her tone, "Thought it started to smell bad in here," she muttered, staring at her father who stalked at the doorway, "You didn't fuckin' answer my question earlier," he grumbled, the drunkenness evident as clear water in his voice, he lumbered up to him, if it weren't for the wall to prop his hand up against, he would have fallen flat on his face and hopefully knocked himself out. He got close enough for the stench of the hard alcohol to invade her nostrils and take over her air, it made her turn her head with a grimaced expression. "Where the fuck were ya tonight?" He growled, and with a sigh of annoyance, she slammed her bottle down on the kitchen table and snapped her head back to him, "I was out, with friends, why do you care?" She retorted, "You trying to get good jack off material from them, you don't need to know everything about my fucking life!" Shoving him away with her hands pushing against his chest, she started to hurriedly walk around him and towards the exit. "Get yer ass fuckin' back here!!" Her father launched his hand swiftly to the back of her head and grab a fistful of her hair and he tugged her back, hard. "Ah, fuck-! Let me the fuck go, you fuckin-" Her words were silenced, he threw her down onto the tile floor hard enough for the back of her head to crack against the hard surface, causing her to curse out loudly with pain. "Ya know what I think you were doin'? Ya were with that little slut again, weren't ya," he stomped to her side and propelled his leg forward in a strong kick, right into her gut, causing her to lurch forward and hug her abdomen while she coughed out roughly, her eyes threatening to water, "Yeah that fuckin' little Allison slut, ya were with her again, ya fuckin' faggot! Chokin' on her cunt again, fuckin' disgusting!" Rayne was gradually sitting up, the kick having knocked the wind out of her, but when she was at least sat up, her father glared back down at her and pulled his fist back. He sent his fist right at her mouth and it connected in a hard right cut, it sent her back down onto the tile in a hard slam, the corner of her lip sliced open, and a steady deep crimson stream of red blood poured out of it and dripped onto the floor. Standing over her, her father stepped to the side and grabbed her open beer bottle, and took a deep swig of the alcohol. When the bottle lowered from his lips, he let out a heavy, relieved sigh at the numbing liquid, he glanced at her, raising the bottle, he turned it to its side and let the alcohol pour out of the glass and down onto her and when just drips were left plinking onto the side of her face, he casually rested the bottle back on the table. "And clean yer shit up," he rubbed salt in the wound every time, he would have done more to make her feel lower than dirt if it weren't for his team playing against their all-time rivals in the playoffs on tv right now. He stepped out of the kitchen and left Rayne there, her eyes were blurry and her chest heaved with wheezing breaths, she stared the best she could at the growing pool of red blood building up around her head so monotonously, so slowly. It would stain the tiles, she was sure.

What a happy home, right?

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