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[mina-saiyat]

Happy Birthday, Daddy (Tzuyu)

A/N: A little ss for Tzuyu's stockings, I wrote it because she posts it on my birthday, so I guess this is the birthday present she gave me this year lol. Enjoy.

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You slowly awaked by the pain on your arms, feeling the warmth surrounding you, you can’t hold your smile, two beauties have given you a fantastic night for your birthday. You never imagined that you don’t even need to convince them to sleep with you together, Mina and Jihyo have prepared for you. Your hand rubbing their back, feeling the smoothness of their pure skin, your morning boner seems raise again in Mina’s pussy.

‘Boss… No… let me take a rest…’ Mina slurs her words even in her dream, you shake your head resignedly, you are fucking them too rough last night, but can you find a men who can control himself when he is keep seducing by these little evils? You uncover the blanket, witness what you have done last night, handprints and bruises are all over their tits, ass and thighs. Their nipples are swelled and surrounded by your hickeys.

You carefully retreated from their hug and leave the bed, you are going to the office after your birthday leave. Seeing Dahyun and Chaeyoung sitting in the dining room, you pretend nothing has happened and take your seat. However, Chaeyoung is not gonna giving up this chance. ‘Oppa, I can hear Mina eonni moaning all night long.’

‘Do you wanna try tonight? You know I gonna break you until you are torn.’ You not gonna let Chaeyoung take any advantage of you. ‘Well, Dahyun eooni would help me too. We will drain you, Oppa.’ All you can see next is Dahyun is red like an apple, seducing you to get a taste of it.

‘If you still wanna walk tomorrow, you better shut up now, Chae.’ Your hand mounts on her meaty thigh, squeezing it hardly until you hear she moans like a cat. ‘If you are performing well, then you may get what you want.’ You whispers to her ear, not letting Dahyun hear what you say. ‘Try to learn from Dahyun, be a good girl, ok?’ You quickly finish your breakfast and leave for work. Sana has been sent away to oversea these days, you need to monitor the staffs as you are the only seniors at the Myoui’s if Mina is not coming today.

It seems to be another normal day but everyone congrats you when you walk through the long corridor, perhaps they know why the CEO is not here today, but none of them have the courage to make fun of it. If anyone has insulted your fiancé, they are goona have some real bad consequences.

‘Daddy! Happy birthday!’ The moment you opened the door of your office, you are surprised by the jump scare of your dear daughter Tzuyu. You would not expect anyone here when Sana and Mina are both absent.

Tzuyu hugs you with her warm body, you can feel her curve smoothing around you. The cut right on her chest allows you to peek her cleavage, the stockings perfectly wrapping her legs, showing how meaty they are. ‘Sana mommy said you love stockings, so I wear it for your birthday.’

Your hand automatically reaches her ass, the roundness of her bottom half always makes you addicted. ‘Daddy, mummy Sana and Mina is not here today. Let Tzuyu celebrate your birthday with you… Ah…’ You could not wait this little smut finishing, your morning load of today has not been released yet. You immediately put her on your table and start playing her body.

‘Let me serve you, daddy. It’s your birthday… umm…’ Tzuyu slowly turning her head, allow you to kiss her neck more easily. The red on her face hints how enjoy she is. One of your hands has go under her sweater and playing with her tits, feeling how much it has grow after massaging by you everyday. Your another hand still mounting on her thigh, feeling her stockings and the thigh you like the most. ‘Baby, you are serving me everyday, lets try something new today. Let daddy take the lead, baby.’ You kiss her before removing her sweater, her pairs of tits pops out like a rabbit, the cherries on top is erected already, seducing you to get a taste of it.

‘Umm… daddy… you are so horny today… Mummy Mina did not satisfy you last night?’ Tzuyu hugging your head towards her chest, fixing your lips on her nipple. Her hand has already remove your trousers, rubbing your cock with her stockings.

The pleasure of her stockings rubbing your tips is too hard to resist, your can’t hold your moan even you are keep tickling her nipple with your tongue. ‘Baby, I want to fuck you now.’ You kiss her nipples before pushing her down on the table again. With a slap on her ass, she turns around and bending herself on the table, being a loyal slut for you, she always know what you want.

‘Daddy, please give it to me. Your baby girl wants your cock to fill her slutty cunt.’ Tzuyu shakes her ass hardly, not forgetting to give you a wink at the same time. ‘How can I reject my baby girl?’ You slowly approaching her, using your cock to slap her ass. ‘Is that your mummy teach you to be a slut. Huh?’

‘No, daddy. I am the cheapest whore in the world, just punish me please, daddy. I want you, you like to hear it right?’ Tzuyu’s evil whispers takes over your mind, you stop teasing and directly push your cock inside with a swing motion.

‘Oh…’ ‘Ughh…’Both of you release a satisfied moan when you penetrate her, her pussy is always so wet for you, you don’t need another other lubrication. The suction from her womb gives you no time of preparation, you instantly moving your hips in and out, not giving time for Tzuyu to adjust herself.

‘Ahhh… daddy… you are so big…’ Tzuyu seems finally relived from the desire, although she still objecting you verbally, her hands grabs the edge of your table to keep her balance. You fuck her so hard from the beginning, even the table seems to be moving with your thrust.’

‘Tzuyu ah… wear stockings more often… Daddy loves to fuck you in stocking.’ Your free hand still playing around her thigh and ass, feeling how elastic her bottom is. ‘Daddy, ah… I will do anything for you.’

‘Look how wet you are, Tzuyu. My jeans are covered in your juices. You are such a slut, eagering for daddy’s cock.’ You keep thrusting hard, the pleasure is taking over your body. ‘Daddy, don’t say like this…’ Sana push the desks so she could rise her upper body. ‘I am becoming a slut because of you, daddy. Just fuck me harder… Ummm… Break your Tzuyu!’

Hearing your groan, Tzuyu knows how excited you are, she grabs the desk harder and clamp your cock with her walls. ‘Oh yes… right there… Harder Tzuyu. Daddy feeling so good…’ The bite from Tzuyu hits your sensitive spot, your nearly cum from her little trick. ‘You really know how to bite, let daddy treats you more.’ You pull her long hair from behind and fuck her even harder, just like a male dog seeking it’s orgasm eagerly.

‘Ahhh… Daddy. I am going to cum…’ The harder Tzuyu clamps your cock, the harder your cock gets, just like a chain reaction pushing Tzuyu to her edge. ‘Daddy is near to cum too, wait for me… Tzuyu.’ You slap her ass again and fuck her deep with your every thrust, focusing the sensation on your own cock.

However, Tzuyu stills cum ahead of you, following by juices splash on your cock, she reaches her orgasm. Her whole body cannot stop from jerking. ‘Oh… Daddy… I feel so good…’ You slowly withdraw your still harden shaft from her body, admiring her nectar keep leaking out from her clits.

You get Tzuyu in your arms and sit on your chair, feeling the warm of her body. ‘You haven’t cum yet, daddy?’ Tzuyu opens her eyes and asks shyly. Her red lips seducing you, you give her a kiss with tongue while playing with her breasts at the same time. ‘Daddy wanna have more fun with you, do you like it?’

‘But I want your cum, daddy. I want you to fill me with your cum…’ Tzuyu acts innocence again as she knows you can’t resist her when she acts cute. Her soft hand grabs your cock and start stroking again, seducing you to release your desire. ‘If my baby is ready for the new round… Then daddy will give what she wants.’ You push Tzuyu on the desk before you finish, catching her off guard, making her scream. ‘Ahh! Daddy.’

You put her legs on your shoulder, not wanting to waste anytime on the foreplay as it’s the second round. You thrust like firing a cannon, directly reaching the deepest part of her pussy, making her moan painfully. ‘Daddy… be gentle… ugh…’

You ignore her begging and keep thrusting, only adjust your position slightly, so you can thrust your hips more easily. The faster you move, the louder Tzuyu moans. Your hands mount on Tzuyu’s tits again, while you are still enjoying the sweetest temptation inside her.

‘You like my tits too, daddy?’ Tzuyu puts her hands on yours, fixing them on her tits, forcing you to grab them. ‘Tzuyu, you tits are growing again, right?’ Feeling the size in your hands and seeing the soft meats that peek from your fingertips, you pretty sure she is growing again.

‘Isn’t because of you, daddy? You ugh… play with it everyday in office…’ Tzuyu’s moan again when your hand keeps rubbing with her nipples. ‘Yeah, it’s all daddy’s effort. Maybe I should massage you more often, so you could have larger tits than Mummy Jihyo.’ You joke and playing her tits even harder, leaving handprints on it. ‘’Ahh… Tzuyu don’t want… to be so big…’ Tzuyu tries to act cute again. ‘Umm… now is enough… for me!’ The intense sex forced Tzuyu to answer between moans, her tits are bouncing even heavier even they are in your arms.

Your push her legs on her tits, trying to flip her in half. Your hands move down to her waist, pinning her on the table so she could raise her hips up when she feel itchy. ‘Ah… Daddy…… Ummm Ahhh… It’s feeling so good… Please fuck me… harder!’

‘Fuck… Tzuyu… Your pussy are so good…’ You groan loudly as you feel Tzuyu’s wall start tightening again. You pull one of Tzuyu’s leg right in front of your face, the mixture of her sweat and body scent seducing you to get a taste, you can’t control yourself and start licking it.

‘Ohh… Daddy… You not only like my thigh? Uhh… It’ so itchy… daddy…’ Tzuyu start rubbing her clits while you still fucking her hard. ‘Ugh… Oh… Daddy… Faster… Faster please…’ She begs you to fuck her faster again as she know she is going to cum again.

‘Oh… Tzuyu… let Daddy fill you…’ Your words slur from her toes, the stocking is shinning under the light since it is complete wet under your saliva. Once again, you are surprised by her suction, it seems like her pussy is going to bite you cock out from your body.

‘Ughh… Ummm… Ughh… Ohh… Oh!’ The high pitch moan and tightness of Tzuyu let you know that she has reached the second orgasm. She keep shaking her head during the orgasm. You don’t want to hold on anymore, the pleasure all the way down to your spine push you over the edge. ‘Take it all, baby! Have a baby for daddy!’

‘Ugh…’ ‘Ughhhh!’ With two satisficed moan, you keep shooting your cum in Tzuyu until you can’t cum anymore, you keep thrusting slowly even you are jerking from the intense orgasm, her pussy refusing to let you go, keep milking you hardly when you are still moving inside her.

‘Happy birthday, daddy.’ Tzuyu strugglely gets up from the table and gives you a kiss, ‘Tzuyu will help mummies to do their work when they are not here.’ You wipe away her sweat on the forehead and return your kiss. ‘Thank you, baby. I really like the present. But lets clean yourself and start working so we can have more fun later.’ You squeeze her tits and thighs hardly before getting her up.

‘But Daddy… It’s not enough…’Tzuyu walks to the couch at the other side of the room, while keep turning back and making eyes to me. Tzuyu climbs on the sofa, supporting herself with one hand, laying on the side, fully exposed her naked body.

‘Daddy, come here?’

You shake your head with a sigh. A Daddy would never reject her baby daughter.

On the couch, once again you flip Tzuyu into a 90 degree angle, the pairs of leg in the stocking are raise highly toward the ceiling, her tits are playing by you, the tight pussy is welcoming the visitor that she already familiar with.

Seems the boxing day arrives early this year.

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[gucciwins]

Hey!! Was wondering if you could do a dadrry blurb?? With H and y/n doing tummy time with the bubs on their playmat? 🥺 or just anything cute 🥰

something cute with dad harry as requested 🫶 enjoy, my love

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Becoming a parent is something Harry always dreamed about. He looked forward to helping his baby eat, rock them to sleep, and even looking forward to changing their nappy. 

He was ready for everything but wasn’t prepared to see his son grow quickly every day. It seemed as if every time he blinked his son, Elio was onto the next milestone. 

Even the hard days were easy because of Y/N. 

His wife of four years seemed to have the answer for everything. Sometimes, she made it seem too easy being able to recognize the distinct cries of their child, but she reassured Harry that they were learning together. 

Work had allowed them both to take time off to enjoy the first month together, but Harry whined about returning to work once his time was up. He just couldn’t bear leaving Y/N and his son so soon. Although work did give him something to miss, he missed cuddling with his son and having that feeding time, but Y/N assured him those late-night wake-ups would still exist. Harry swore Elio grew an inch every time he walked out of the room. 

Harry wished he could stay tiny forever, but he was also ready for Elio to start speaking because Harry knew Elio would be the sweetest kid, especially with Y/N as his mother. 

The weekends were his favorite because he spent it at home with his family. They would walk around their neighborhood or have a picnic in the park. They were always doing something as a family. Right now, at five months old, Elio loves his tummy time. Y/N would lie on his stomach on a blanket Harry’s mother gifted Elio when he hit one month because his grandparents spoiled him as much as they could on any date and occasion. Elio was laid down with toys around him that he could reach for, which helped with his motor functions. Harry liked joining him as well. Y/N usually used this time to catch up on chores or little things around the house, but Harry convinced her it could all wait today. 

She sat on the floor, watching as Harry spoke to Elio. He talked to them about the day and weather, even how the Green Bay Packers were doing during the current season as if he could understand. Harry took Elio’s gurgles as responses and carried the conversation. It warmed Y/N’s heart to see how easily Harry fell into the father role, one he expressed he dreamed about far more than he thought was normal. Now, they sit here, watching Elio, who seems to be an exact replica of Harry except for his cute nose, which appears to be all Y/N. 

Y/N laughed as she caught Harry playing with the blocks she had laid out for Elio. He was building a tower, too lost in a trance explaining each step, all while Elio was swinging around a rattle that captured his attention. 

“Baby, those are for Bubs,” Harry turns to her, pouting, and while his attention is elsewhere, Elio uses that as a chance to swing his arm around and knocks Harry’s tower over. 

Harry turns back in shock, all while Y/N laughs. Little Elio joins his mother in laughing at Harry, who dramatically mourns his eight-block castle. 

“Did you enjoy that, Elio? Enjoy making Mummy laugh?” Harry asks Elio in a sweet voice reserved just for him. Elio’s response is two rattle shakes. 

“Tummy time over, Daddy wants cuddles!” Harry opens his arms, a gesture Elio has become familiar with, knowing he will be held. Elio replicates it, dropping his toy, and Harry, in one swoop, brings him to his chest. Harry kisses his head repeatedly as he whispers how much he loves him. 

“Bring him over!” Y/N makes grabby hands for Elio. 

Harry playfully turns away, “my turn.” 

“Then come cuddle me.” 

Harry thinks that sounds perfect, so as Y/N lays down on their couch, he passes Elio to her so she can rest him on her chest. Elio lets out a deep sigh as he settles into his mother’s hold. Harry knows Elio loves Y/N; if he had to choose a favorite parent, it’d be her. He understands Y/N’s perfect. She’s a perfect partner who loves him and respects him. Harry always feels showered by her love, and it’s not different for Elio. It‘s clear Elio loves receiving all her love, too. 

Harry lays down with his favorite people, his hand resting on Elio’s bum for support, and he knows life does not get better than this.

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[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: DILF! Maglor

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/N: Once again, I have returned with my modern AU headcanons after so long. I’ve promised you all DILF headcanons for Maglor after it won the poll from last year. Sorry for the long wait. Do enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, breeding, lactation kink

➽ Modern AU Series

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⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has adopted two children, Elrond and Elros and lives in a small-town neighbourhood. Despite his age, he has the most youthful-looking appearance that has all the mothers fawning over him every time he drops his sons off at school. He has a few grey streaks in his hair, but people tend to brush it off as his natural hair colour and not a sign of his ageing.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…catches your eye one day at the supermarket while he’s out buying groceries for his kids. It was Elros who ran off in the middle of shopping and allowed Maglor to bump into you. He was kind enough to pay for your few items.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds you cute and when he discovers that you live within the neighbourhood, uses his sons as a means to get you to talk to him since he was nervous in the beginning. When he gains the confidence, he’ll make regular trips to your home and spend the evening cooking and teaching you tips.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… invites you over for Sunday lunches so you and the twins can bond in the kitchen as you assist them with cooking. He’ll stand in the doorway and observe how perfect you look interacting with his sons, and can’t help himself from thinking how lovely you were for him.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to bring you with him in the mornings whenever he’s dropping off the twins just to make all the other parents jealous. He’ll pull you in for a side hug and swoop in for a peck to make everyone get the hint that he’s taken and you all are a family.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…spends his time off taking all four of you on family-oriented holidays and shows everyone who’s ogling him that he’s taken by the most beautiful partner in the world. He loves to give you tons of kisses and then laugh whenever Elrond and Elros scream ‘ew’ or ‘yuck’.

DILF! Maglor who…smiles brilliantly the first time he hears Elrond and Elros address you as mother/mummy. It was a dream come through and all that he needed to commence the final act…put a ring on your finger and make you his wifey.

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⊰ DILF! Maglor who…pulls you into the backseat of the car after he dropped his sons off at school for a quick fuck because you two were interrupted this morning by the twins. Everything is sweaty and hot as he folds you into some challenging position to suit the cramped spacing. It becomes a ritual whenever you both have to drop them off at school or pick them up.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds the most obscure places to have quickies because the twins are so attached to you, they never wish to give you a break and leave you alone for a second. Sometimes early in the morning as you’re making breakfast, in the shower or in the cabinet when the twins are out of sight…for five minutes.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…takes you to neighbourhood parties the other mothers are hosting to rub it in their faces that there’s no way they can fit themselves in between you two by sneaking away for a quick session in the washroom and hoping that the others hear.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…reads up on lots of medical books for pregnancies because he’s been wanting another child to care for and who else could be more perfect than you to bare his next baby. He ensures that you’re eating right and he’s fucking you enough times a week to increase the chances of impregnation.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to rub your stomach every session and whisper about how you’ll look lovely with a round belly and carrying his child. He praises you all the time to reassure you of any doubt you’re having as he folds you into a deeper mating press before releasing himself into you. Makes you keep his cum in you longer than usual for certainty.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… is thrilled to learn that you’re pregnant and shares the news with his sons before having a little family celebration. He’ll take you all out for ice cream and let the twins eat as much as they want because he knows it’ll put them to sleep so you and he can celebrate in private back home.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…keeps you active throughout your pregnancy because he’s gravitated towards your belly and how you’re glowing. It’s worse when he observes how the twins constantly surround you, rubbing your growing belly, and talking to their sibling.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has grown an affinity for your breasts now that they’re all swollen with milk and will massage and squeeze them for you anytime they’re hurting. However, once the baby is born, he finds a way to become useful anytime your breasts leak. Lactation kink unlocked. He adores how plump your breasts have become.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…is blessed for the new addition to his little family and is grateful for having you in his children and his life.

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Desert Oasis

✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader (The Mummy AU)

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✽ Part 3 - A chance discovery and a bit of mischief

These little drabbles keep getting longer and longer...

Life had been slower since your parents passed from sickness a few years back. One of your father's business associates now handled company matters, but was kind enough to keep you informed of the goings on regarding shipments to the museum. It felt like there wasn't much to do nowadays after a few unsuccessful seasons in society, spending most of your time either upkeeping the estate left to you or in the company of your cousin who practically lived in the house with you the last few months.

Passing by familiar friendly faces weathered and old from years in service, you weaved through various wooden containers packed full of priceless relics, getting a first look as they were unloaded before any of the public could get their sights on them.

A noise drew your attention from the delicate Nubian bracelet you'd been admiring. There was a slight commotion when one of the smaller crates overturned onto the warehouse floor, a very flustered new hand getting chewed out by a man three times his age as the surrounding workers started gathering everything up. To his luck there was nothing fragile in the container, but you'd seen something small roll under one of the carts and had quickly hiked your skirts up to grab whatever it was.

Sitting back on your heels, you stared at the dark little metal contraption in your hands, educated mind picking apart every hieroglyph as you rose from your spot on the floor and walked back over to one of the unloaders. Scanning the manifest for the crate in question, you found nothing indicating towards the little box's presence even after having one of the others turn their eye to the paperwork to double check you weren't missing something. None of them had seen anything like it before, nor you to be sure.

You decided to take it up to Dr. Price for his insight, mind a little too curious to wait for the other museum curators to get their hands on it first to give you an answer. You hoped he wasn't indisposed with other matters, glad to find him alone in his study peering over the dreary headache inducing paperwork that kept most of his attention during the day.

He allowed you to interrupt his work, rounding his desk to place the item down in front of him with buzzing excitement. At first he stared at it with furrowed brows, turning it this way and that with analytical intrigue, happy for the brief distraction from the mundane. He must have caught something you missed as his eyes flashed, positioning his fingers just so to press down on something, surprising the two of you with the way the device snapped open into an almost star shape at the bottom.

Price's interest suddenly turned to that of indifference once he turned it over, revealing the hollowed out interior that at some point must've housed something you think.

But... there! What is that marking on the inside?

Gently removing the box from his grasp, you angle the interior of it towards the light to inspect the writing you'd glimpsed. Where the markings on the outside seemed to have been purposely stamped in during the initial creation, the symbols within looked to have been added with something sharp after the fact in the ancient Egyptian equivalent of chicken scratch.

It wasn't a word you were overly familiar with - your brain taking a moment to pull from long ago knowledge - but you couldn't help the gasp that followed as you whispered the name, "Hamunaptra."

The scoff that followed from Price had you feeling very much like the little girl the adults had chuckled at when you'd first shown them the book you'd found full of myths and legends, softly chided for believing in such nonsense and corrected on the differences between fact and fiction.

"Got more important things to do than go hunting down ghost stories, love." Price spoke up at you from his spot reclining back in his chair, hands folded casually over his abdomen as he gave you the look usually reserved for long suffering parents.

It didn't matter what you tried to say afterwards to convince him to maybe consider the possibility the tales were even partially based on some element of truth. He dismissed you away with a wave of his hand, brushing off your words before instructing you to take it back down to the warehouse so one of the employees could put it away with all the other knick knacks in storage.

You left his office with your head down from your scolding, a bad taste in your mouth at not being taken seriously even if the rational part of your mind told you what you'd always known: the lost city of the dead was just a myth invented by ancient Arab storytellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists. This was a topic of interest for the occassional treasure hunter, not scholars.

You quickly deposited it right back where you'd found it before taking your leave of the museum, having had enough excitement for one day and needing some time to cool off from your disappointment.

It was only a few days later when you'd found yourself sitting out on the balcony with your dearest cousin Kyle (freshly back from a months long trip to Tanta and mostly sober), recanting him with the circumstances and conversation surrounding the artifact. Even now it was a subject that seemed to plague your mind, having done your best to try and ignore the way it scratched an itch you hadn't felt in many a year. You wouldn't admit outloud to the various drawings you had in your sketchbook of the item in question shoved beneath your pillowcase.

Kyle listened intently to your ramblings, slouched forward in his wicker chair idly swirling two fingers worth of whiskey in his glass before suddenly speaking up after a moments contemplative silence. "Want to find out if it's real?"

Now it was your turn to scoff, rolling your eyes as you tucked your legs up under yourself in a decidedly rare unladylike fashion. Typical Kyle trying to lure you in with fresh bait to go off and do something deemed irresponsible and imbolic by normal society. You casually reminded him it was just an old wives tale, but he shrugged unbothered as he raised the glass of amber liquid to his lips, one side raised in a slight smirk.

"You just leave that part to me, dolly. I'll get your answer for you."

He'd practically disappeared after that, only coming home late into the evenings well after the staff had gone to bed and leaving early in the mornings before the sun had barely risen. If it wasn't for the pantry being pillaged no one would have ever suspected him of hanging around the estate in the first place. At least it gave him something to think about other than the memories you knew still haunted him. And Kyle had always loved sinking his teeth into a challenge.

It wasn't even a week later that you'd come back from a promenade along the river to discover your cousin lounging in your bed as if he owned the place, hands behind his head staring at you with a Cheshire cat grin that you knew could only spell trouble.

Imagine your surprise when he told you he'd managed to track down info about a man who'd claimed to have seen the fabled city with his own two eyes.

Your first instinct was to call nonsense on the idea. Preposterous. Ridiculous. Absurd. You didn't know how your cousin came to that conclusion, but surely he had been swindled by cheap honeyed words half drunk at a bar. He stood behind you in the mirror as you sat at your vanity, pulling the pin keeping your hat in place to take your hair down, his hands on your shoulders and expression adamant as he held your gaze in the reflection.

You could see the mischievous youth from yesteryear in the sparkle of his eyes, ever ready to take on the world and the challenges brought forth by it. But it was overshadowed by the man he'd become, molded by hard work and dedication to king and country. He rarely spoke of the horrors he'd seen in the British Army, but they were evident in the lines of his face. Kyle had always been a handsome lad who'd chased plenty of skirts in his time, capable of charming the stripes off a zebra if you let him. But you knew he had experience well beyond the comprehension of your comparably simple life.

If he was looking at you with such surety, then you knew better than to keep spouting words of disbelief.

What you did object to however was the part where he was trying to convince you to sneak into the museum and steal back the little metal box 'for insurance purposes'.

"Who said anything about stealin', dolly? We're merely borrowin'." Yeah, right. As if the terminology would matter to the authorities should you happen to get caught.

You cursed his sly mouth and persuasive personality as you found yourself wandering down aisles and aisles of unsorted artifacts, scanning shelves and half empty crates for the item in question. The collection in the storage rooms was large enough that you could spend hours inside and hardly make a dent, but you were keeping your eyes out for the more recent additions towards the front. It had been hardly anything to walk in there past the loading bay crew with a pleasant demure smile on your face as if you belonged there just as much as them.

You'd almost given up in frustration when you spotted it hidden behind an elaborate stone bust of Sekhmet, easily glanced over as if hidden in plain sight. No one was the wiser when you whisked it away into one of your pockets, strolling back out past the men with the same carefree attitude you always carried yourself with. They didn't pay attention to the way your hands shook in the folds of your skirts from barely restrained nerves nor the way you slouched against the nearest building to calm your racing heart. Mark your words, you were going to whip Kyle for this.

Now all there was left to do was to go meet back up with him to hunt down the man he had assured you about. You wondered where you might go about even finding such a person...

[Edited 5/8/24: changed formatting, title, tags, and numbering system]

#soap x reader #cod #call of duty #mummy au #kyle gaz garrick #john price #firmly in denial that I'm not just a lurker anymore #godihatethiswebsite #highland games #name your price #prettiest boy #spooky scary skeleton #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick #soap mactavish #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x f!reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

[lilylovessev]

savior || snily

Lily held her baby boy in her arms, singing to him as she walked through in his bedroom. He was freshly bathed and ready for bed. She took a moment to just stand there with him, to smell that beautiful baby smell, to make him feel loved. That was all she ever wanted for Harry. She had been nervous about bringing a child into this mess. 

But then again, everything happened for a reason, right? Now, she couldn’t imagine life without him, not for one single second. 

It was hard though. 

It was incredibly difficult constantly being on guard. James told her not to worry so much, that he’d protect them, but how could she not worry? They were in hiding. They couldn’t ignore that there was a threat against them. She knew that they were safe, that their home was protected, that no-one would know where they were. Yet, deep down, something didn’t feel right. 

//

Lily had been reading a letter from Marlene, James was tidying up Harry’s toys. It was quiet. It was the evening routine that they’d now become accustomed to. She was accutely aware of everything; the smallest of noises set her on edge, which was why the creak of the gate that led down the path to their house immediately concerned her. “James, what was that?” She dropped the letter, moving to stand up as he walked over to the window.

In that moment she knew. She knew all that she needed to know. He turned to face her, his face giving everything away. This was it. This was everything that the’d feared coming true. 

“Lily, take Harry and go. It’s him. Go! Run! I’ll hold him off-”

She then backed off from James, her eyes wide. “James, I can’t leave you to...” 

“Get to him Lily. Please.”

Her heart was in her mouth as she stumbled over to the stairs. She rushed up them. How was this happening?! How? She hesitated for a moment, turning to look back down at James. Her eyes full of tears, “James.” She was barely able to contain herself as she made it up the final couple of steps, practically falling over her own feet. She rushed into their son’s bedroom, her hand fumbling at the door-knob, trying to lock it, but she knew that wouldn’t work. She cast the locking charm, just to save them a moment. A moment. 

She could barely breathe as she stared at Harry, trying to calm herself down, her fingers tightly gripped to the wooden bars of his cot. This baby boy was her everything and she knew what she was going to have to do. There wasn’t a chance that she could do anything but protect him. 

She was whispering various protective charms, trying to think of everything that she could, anything that would put something between her and him. As she did this, she screamed out at the sound of a horrifically familiar crack and a laugh. It seared through her like nothing else ever could. She covered her face with her hands, shaking as she turned away from her son, not wanting to scare him but knowing what had just happened. She knew that James was dead. She could feel it.

She tried to pull herself together, just for a moment, to turn back to him. “I love you. Mummy loves you so much.” She was trying to hide the shake in her voice, because he looked worried. She glanced back over her shoulder, before turning back to him, her eyes wide. “I love you so much. Daddy loves you so much.” She then moved to stand up, sensing a presence behind her.

Slowly, she turned, her eyes wide.

“Step out of the way, you silly girl.”

“No. Have mercy, please.”

“I will kill you if you do not step aside. I want the boy, not you.”

“Not Harry. No. Please don’t kill him. Please. Please take me instead...”

She shook her head as he yet again firmly warned her about what was going to happen if she did not make the decision to move. Her hand reaching to the back of her trousers. She gripped onto her wand, pulling it out. Slowly, she raised it up, her hand not shaking. She didn’t say a word, because she knew what he was about to do, but she was not going to fucking step aside and allow her child to be taken from her. Not a chance.

She screamed out, not all too skillfully casting a charm as he cast the curse, a burst of light emitting from around her as it hit her hard. 

It felt like being struck by lightning. 

She slammed down hard to the floor, her eyes rolling back into her head as she laid there, paralysed. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw the flash of light being aimed at her son. Her eyes wide, she realised that she couldn’t even make a sound. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t really see what was happening, and so could only assume the worst. She laid there, frothing at the mouth, her whole body numb. Slowly, she lost consciousness, thinking the worst...

#para

[witchersmistress]

The road to Hell

Hello my darlings!! this man almost, ended back in the punishment room!

Trigger warnings: age gasp, foul language sassy FMC, forced marriage

Word Count: 2.7 K

Amelia’s POV

Your wedding day is supposed to be one of the most exciting days of your life. Just like my mother, I’m about to marry a man I didn’t choose and who I don’t love. I actually despise him and everything he represents—money, greed, and power are just a few of them. My mother hates my father, but there was nothing either one of them could do. Their fate was decided, their destiny sealed. Same as mine. Same as my children’s. And my grandchildren’s. We are bred for the sole purpose of power. Control in numbers. Fuck that!

Women in my world—the secret society of the Ravens—should not reproduce. I don’t want children. The cycle will end with me. It has to.  The Ravens will only find a way to use its members. They marry us off to ensure we add to their army. The next generation of Ravens and Ravenia will help them take over the world.  Phil though he was so smart and allowed me to see a  Raven approved Drs only, well the joke was on him, that particular doc, i saw his wife instead who was a fellow Ravenia and a Nurse practitioner. By the end of my first appointment, I had an IUD and that idiot was none the wiser. I’ll be damned if I allow them to have any say over a son or daughter I'll never have.

 I stand in the middle of the room, overlooking the white dress in the mirrored wall, running my hand down the mulberry silk—some of the finest silk available in the world. I take in a deep breath. It cost a whopping two million. Two million dollars for a fucking dress? My soon-to-be husband had it custom-made by a designer in France. I know this because my mother reminds me every chance she gets. Why would I get to pick out something so important in my life? That’s insane, right? Give that money to charity, or he'll let me loose in a bookstore, not that i could spend two million dollars but i'll try like hell.

 To think I should have any say in what I wear on the day I give my life to another. It’s as if she thinks his wealth will impress me. It’s blood money. I know this because it’s the same fortune I grew up with. I never did want the finer things in life. I know a poor person would roll their eyes at that statement, but it’s true. Give me a beer, a cheap hoodie, and a hat to hide my three-day old mop of bleach-blond hair, and I’m happy. But no. That’s unacceptable. The one percent aren’t allowed to look anything less than perfect. Not in public anyway. I’m surprised they even let us speak. We as women might as well walk around with duct tape over our mouths dressed in nothing but chains. A Raven needs a Ravenia but not because of the reasons you may think. It’s a way to hide who he really is. He’ll have fucks all over the world, but we’re expected to cook, clean, and spread our legs for him when he’s home. Worship him like he’s God himself and birth his children. I’ve never been religious, and I’m not going to fall to my knees and start worshiping a man now.  

My brother comes up behind me, his eyes scanning over my dress in the mirror. “At least he has good taste.” I roll my eyes. “As if that matters.” “Just pop out some kids and get fat.” He shrugs. “Then he’ll screw anyone but you. Oh! Hire a hot, much younger nanny.” He nods to himself. “Let me try her out first, though. Make sure she’s good enough.” His words just prove that all Ravens are the same. He’s been a Raven for years but has yet to marry. He has the privilege of fucking his way around the world while I’m forced to sign my life away. A cell rings, and he pulls it out of his tuxedo jacket to answer. “Hello?” Sighing, I pick up the dress and walk over to the stained glass window. You can’t see shit out of it. This place is ancient. The Cathedral is to a Raven as a church is to a religion—their sanctum. It holds a hundred years of secrets like a sarcophagus encloses a mummy. 

It was handed down to them years ago—a place to perform their sick and twisted rituals. There’s nothing fancy or special about it, if you ask me. I could be walking down the aisle in blue jeans and a T-shirt or lingerie. Doesn’t matter. Not all Ravens and Ravenia are required to wed here. But it’s where my future husband picked. Our parents wanted it to be as traditional as possible. It’s a bullshit reason. They just want to make a spectacle of handing me over to him. We might as well be standing in a courtroom with a judge sentencing me to life in prison without the chance of parole for a crime I didn’t commit. I place my hand on the cold glass, listening to the rain fall. It’s been storming for the past two days. It's like the world knows I've been destined for a lifetime of servitude to a man I'd rather kill than kneel and suck his dick. 

I blame my mother. She raised me to be strong-willed and determined. But now, I’m just supposed to turn it off and believe that I'm to devote my life to a man that will neglect me during the day but demand I spread my legs at night. I won’t accept that. I deserve more. I want more. My brother ends his call, getting my attention, and looks at me. “We have a problem,” he states. My whole life is a fucking problem. “What?” “Phil is missing.” I snort. “Don’t toy with me like that.” That’s not a problem; that’s a prayer answered. “I’m serious.” He swallows, looking around the large room nervously as if Phil’s going to appear out of thin air. “He’s not here. He never arrived. He’s also not at his house. He’s missing. No one has seen him.” “I’m not sure why that’s a problem.” I don’t want to marry the sick bastard. Phil Buxton is the highest-ranking Raven you can come by, which just makes this even worse. Ravens are like anything else in this world. You have some at the bottom, and others at the top. There are different tiers. 

But honestly, it doesn’t matter; they’re all sick fucking bastards who will kill anyone to get to where they are. Even the bottom feeders will destroy anything to get a chance at serving. He steps over to me. “Amelia …” The door opens, and my father enters with my mother. I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m guessing this good fortune has nothing to do with you two?” My mother’s injected lips seem to thin a tad at my comment. She’s told me a million times that this is just the life we live. That it’s a “tradition” and I just have to accept it. That as far as Raven and Ravenia goes, we’re royalty. Bull-fucking-shit. I’d rather be someone’s bitch than a Raven’s Ravenia. My father, however, stares at the floor while running a hand through his dark hair. “Daddy?” I step over to him, holding my dress in my hands so I don’t step on the hem. “What’s going on?” His throat works, swallowing before his eyes find mine. There’s a look of regret in them, and hope fills my chest. Maybe he’s realized that I don’t want this life. He clears his throat. “I just received a call …” “Please tell me you did this—called off my wedding?” I rush out, my words hopeful. “I’m sorry, Amelia, but the wedding is still on.” He sighs. And what little hope I had is now smothered. “But Dylan said Phil’s missing.” I point at my brother. Had my father received the same phone call that my brother did? Or was it someone else? “You are no longer to wed Phil.” He yanks on the collar of his tux. Picking up the dress so I don’t trip over it in my six-inch hooker heels—that my soon-to-be husband also picked out—I take a step back, my heart picking up speed. This is good news. Why does he look so concerned? “I don’t understand. If he’s not here—” “A new Raven has chosen you,” he interrupts me. My mother places her hand over her mouth, trying to quiet a sob. “No,” I argue. “That can’t be.” It was decided that Phil would be my husband when I was eighteen—three years ago. 

Things like this aren’t just changed at the last minute. I’ve lived the past few years preparing for this day. To be his wife. What he wanted. A Raven can’t choose to marry me, not when I’m already promised to another. “Who?” my brother demands. “Who in the hell would make this change?” He fists his hands at his sides. I reach up and grab the pearls my mother gave me. She thought they would give me some kind of comfort, and I laughed, but now I hold on to them as if they’re an anchor to a lifeline. “I—” The door swings open once again, this time hitting the interior wall and making me jump. A set of baby-blue eyes meet mine, and my stomach drops. The wind knocked out of me. I haven’t seen them in years, but they’ve haunted my dreams ever since.

Three years ago

 “Where is she?” my mother demands, entering the hospital. She received a phone call that my sister was brought in tonight, but no other information was given. “Ma’am—” “Where is my daughter?” she screams at the nurse, pounding on the check-in desk. I turn around to see my sister’s boyfriend walking toward us. His white T-shirt and jeans are covered in blood, and my chest tightens to the point it restricts my air. My mom’s legs give out when she sees him. “N-o,” she chokes, placing her shaking hand over her mouth. Walter catches her and holds her body to his, but his baby-blue eyes meet mine, sending a chill down my spine so cold, it’s paralyzing. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “She’s gone.” 

“Walter,” my brother growls, shoving me to the side and pulling me out of that memory, and steps in front of me.

#henry cavill characters #henry cavill x you #henry cavill imagine #walter marshall #august walker

[midgardian-witch]

You haven't seen The Mummy?!

Jake hasn't seen The Mummy and Reader realizes things about their feelings towards Layla and the Moon Knight System.

AO3 [MASTERLIST]

tags: fluff | references to The Mummy (1999 - 2008) | light angst | panic attacks

ships: Layla/Reader, MK System/Reader, Layla/MK System/Reader

Disclaimer: I do not have DID so my description of it is based on the show and my own research.

"What do you mean 'Jake hasn't seen The Mummy'?" 

You look at the man in front of you in disbelief and frankly even a bit offended. 

"Well, he didn’t front much before Marc and I knew of him, yeah? Usually just to protect us in a fight. So there wasn't really much opportunity for him I guess?" Steven answers sheepishly. Meanwhile, Layla is watching the exchange from the sidelines, holding back laughter at your comically exaggerated outrage. You jump up from your seat next to Steven and scramble to the bag you had left near the entrance when you arrived at Steven's apartment earlier.

"We'll watch The Mummy right now and I don't care if Jake protests. Because given what you guys do? This should be mandatory for new Avatars to watch!" 

By that point Layla has given up on holding back her amusement. Shaking with laughter she is half draped over Steven, her giggling muffled by his shoulder. Steven too is giggling excitedly as both of them watch you return with your laptop in hand. Steven's electronics are well on their way to being called retro (if they aren't already) so your laptop would have to do. You aren't even sure if any of the men paid for a streaming service. 

"I'll get us some snacks then, yeah?" Steven offers with a soft smile on his face. Layla watches him walk into the kitchen, looks back at you for a moment - a whirlwind of motion as you set everything up - and follows her husband/boyfriend. 

You don't notice them leaving your presence, too focused on finding the right streaming service that actually has the movie you'd like to watch (and not the horrible mess that is the 2017 remake). Just thinking about the way both Layla and Steven will complain about and correct the Ancient Egyptian, how Marc will defend the aged special effects with his life (this man has a soft spot for action-adventure movies and it shows) and how Jake will critique the fight scenes between bites of popcorn, makes you grin. 

The three (or five?) of you hadn't been friends for too long and yet it feels like you had known them for ages. A chance meeting in London had pulled you into their orbit. When you stumbled into them something just clicked. You got to experience Layla and Marc together first - their relationship so full of trust and love (though it had been rocky for a bit as they had told you later) was and still is a beautiful thing to behold. 

You'd learned about Marc's DID much later. Meeting Steven and Jake for the first time made you so nervous you thought about bolting before you had even set up a time and place to actually meet. What if Marc liked you but his alters didn't? What if you didn't make a good first impression? Instead of giving into your anxieties, you spoke about your worries to Layla. She held your hand and reassured you that both Steven and Jake would like you. Maybe they wouldn’t like you the same way Marc did but there was no way they could hate you. “I doubt they’d offer to meet you if they didn’t already like you at least a little bit” Layla reasoned. Talking to her had calmed you down. Meeting Steven and Jake respectively still had you nervous but all worries were forgotten after just a few minutes with each man. They had been so kind and happy to meet you in person themselves, it was hard to remember your fears. 

Since then you had become fast friends and spent as much time together as their chaotic lives as Avatars and your own schedule would allow. Between billionaire philanthropists with high-tech armor, aliens and literal Norse gods walking around, finding out your new friends worked for Ancient Egyptian deities was not that hard to come to terms with. Weirder things have happened after all. 

"All done?" 

You look up from your setup to find Layla looking at you, a soft smile on her lips. It's funny the way your heart feels lighter every time she does that. There were still moments in which you wondered how such a gorgeous woman can even be real and also friends with you. You return her smile and nod your head towards the couch, "Take a seat. Once we got the snacks ready we can start". 

"Already on it!" Carrying a big bowl of popcorn in one arm and a few bags of chips in the other, Marc returns from the kitchen. He places the snacks next to your laptop. Sitting down in the middle of the couch, he pats the spaces next to him. Layla cuddles close to her husband as you stand there for a moment just admiring their intimate moment. They were such a beautiful couple. Catching yourself staring, you turn back around to start the movie. 

Just before your finger can hit play, you hear Layla wonder out loud: "You never told us that this was your favorite movie". 

You tilt your head towards her. "It never came up I guess? To be honest, the main reason I like it so much is that I had a huge crush on the main characters when the movie first came out"

Marc's reaction catches your attention from the corner of your eye, his eyebrow raised and his lips curling into a sly grin. He leans forward and you notice how the way he holds himself changes. 

"Is that so, corazón?" 

You clear your throat, feeling like you have a lump stuck in it from Jake's teasing. 

"Well yeah? I mean what's not to find attractive? Evy is a beautiful woman who knows so much about her specific field of study. She has such a passion for Ancient Egypt, the stories and the language. Yes, she is a bit of a klutz, but it's endearing! And the way she is not just a bookworm but can also kick ass and is adventurous and kind?" 

You stand up straighter, not looking at the other two out of embarrassment as you try to defend yourself. 

"And Rick? Not only is he good looking with a body that could absolutely be sculpted by some gods. He is kind and he cares so much more than he lets on in the beginning of the movie. He is funny and yes, he is also a bit of a dork but again, it's charming. He is adventurous and knows the risks of the jobs he is taking and still does the dangerous thing because he wants to know more about the ancient mysteries and he wants to help Evy. The way he openly shows how smitten he is with her! The way they work together, fight together, a librarian and a mercenary turned adventurer that maybe shouldn't work together as a team or a couple but they do! And it's beautiful to watch and how could you not have a crush on th-"

You stop yourself mid sentence as your brain catches up on what just spilled out of your mouth. Head slowly turning, your gaze meets your friends sitting on the couch before you, their expecting, knowing eyes watching your every move. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

How did you not notice? 

"...them. Have a crush on them," you finish under your breath.

You have a crush on them. On both. All. All of them. Oh God. 

"I- I think I need to. Leave. Go. Go to the uhm somewhere. Yes."

Your legs move faster than you can think as you try to extract yourself from the situation. This situation where you in real time figured out out loud that you had a crush on your friends right in front of them. The embarrassment curling in your gut is making it harder and harder to breathe. Your hands start to shake and your face is heating up. How could you not have noticed you were falling in love? 

"Hey, no, wait a second, yeah? You don't need to be embarrassed, love." Steven gently touches your shoulder, not forcing you to stop walking but asking you to, both with his words and his gestures. His voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts as your body freezes for a second. The warmth of his hand on your shoulder grounds you until you can finally breathe again. 

"No, but this is embarrassing, Steven. I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. You've pretty much said everything already." Layla’s face fills your vision as she steps in front of you. "And to be honest I am relieved you did. We planned on telling you how we feel about you for weeks and just couldn’t find the right time." Her hands find yours, her warm fingers caressing them gently. 

It takes a second for you to catch up on her words. You look up at Layla, her smile radiant and eyes shining with joy. Steven's thumb is drawing lazy circles along your shoulder blades as he continues. 

"We were a bit nervous. Well, me and Marc were. Jake and Layla were pretty confident about the…uh. Whole confessing bit. Seems like you were a bit faster though, eh?" His nervous chuckle makes your cheeks heat up even more. 

"So you. All of you? You like me too?"

You see Layla nod and hear an affirmative grunt from behind you from who you assume is Marc fronting. The blind panic you were feeling slowly recedes and your limbs start to feel heavy from the loss of adrenalin. 

"We'll start things slow, OK? See how we all fit together. We don't have to decide right away," Layla reassures you and pulls you into a gentle hug. 

You let yourself sink into it, your arms finding their way around her waist. Another set of arms wraps around you from behind. Surrounded and enveloped by the people closest to your heart, Layla’s warmth in front and the solid weight of Marc's chest at your back, makes you feel safer and calmer than you ever felt. Staying like this forever sounds like the best idea ever until you remember what brought all of this on. 

"Starting slow sounds good. But there is one thing we have to do right away."

You reluctantly wiggle out of their embrace and make your way back to the couch, pulling your soon-to-be-lovers with you. The three of you settle down together, Layla and Marc flanking you on each side, staying so close as if they never want to let you go again. 

"We still have to make Jake watch The Mummy," you offer with a sly grin. Jake's answering groan is muffled by Layla's laughter and the beginning sounds of the movie starting. 

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x layla x reader #layla el faouly x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight #mk system x reader #reader fanfic #moon knight/reader #MK system/reader #layla el faouly/reader #marc spector/reader #steven grant/reader #jake lockley/reader #fran-writes

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

1. Prologue

This is a Christmas story. It begins—

—in December, in London, and with the whole of AFC Richmond spilling out from a theatre in an animated gaggle of waving hands and raised voices.

“Nah, you’re wrong, bruv,” Isaac told Jamie emphatically. "This shit's way better than Mickey's Christmas Carol." 

Jamie rolled his eyes at that insane opinion and set out to explain how Isaac was as wrong as wrong could be (but respectfully, like), while behind them Moe was explaining something about capitals to Thierry and Bhargava handed Dani a tissue.

After Ted had shown them Scrooged for their last team movie night, a heated debate on the best adaptation of A Christmas Carol had led to a seven night movie marathon ending with Isaac taking them all to The Old Vic for the stage version. 

Jamie, something of a theatre expert thanks to Keeley, had helpfully informed everyone that talking to the characters or shouting suggestions during the performance was not allowed, because even though that was still a fucking stupid rule – just imagine someone trying to introduce that to football games, the fans would riot and they’d be right to – that was the sort of thing Jamie did now: he was helpful. Was a team player. Gave useful tips to people before they made fools of themselves, rather than gleefully afterwards. It wasn’t always as much fun, no, but sometimes good in a different sort of way. And it wasn’t like he had much of a choice, anyway; the team had made that plenty clear when he returned to Richmond.

“All right, lads, I’m off,” he called to them now, giving up on trying to convince Isaac of the errors of his taste. Too cold for it. “Got me car over by Park Plaza.”

“See you tomorrow, boyo,” Colin said, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Good night, Jamie.” Sam’s smile was still just this side of tentative, but it seemed sincere enough and Jamie couldn’t help but smile back. He was all right, Sam.  

With less than three weeks until Christmas, the London night was chilly as Jamie made his way through it. No snow, naturally – though not unheard of, a white Christmas in the English capital was uncommon indeed. Not that chances were much better up in Manchester.

Manchester. The thought of it brought a small frown to Jamie’s face. He knew he ought to go up there after the game on Boxing Day, to visit Mummy and Simon. Before he was loaned to Richmond he’d always spent Christmas at home; last year, he’d blamed the distance and the fixtures for not being able to make it.

It hadn’t been a lie, but hadn’t been the whole truth either. Secretly, Jamie had been relieved for the excuse to stay away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his mum – he always wanted to see his mum – but he hadn’t known to deal with the crushing weight of all the things he couldn’t tell her; of all the things he didn’t want her to know. It had sat heavy and silent between them, a barrier that only seemed to grow higher and higher as he was sent back to City, as he fled City for Lust Conquers All, as he begged his way back to Richmond.

Now things were better, with him and with the team (and from his dad there’d been nothing, not for months now, and maybe this time—but no. Jamie didn’t want to think about Dad now), and it was time, really, to man up and make it up to Manchester. To come clean to  Mummy and have things go back to normal.

Jamie had no fucking idea how to do that. The idea of disappointing her left a sour taste in his mouth and his stomach churning.

Still frowning, Jamie unlocked his car and slipped into the driver’s seat. The Tube would have been quicker, but he hadn’t been in the mood to be recognized tonight. It was all right if people wanted to talk football, but at least one out of three still wanted to yell at him about Amy. Which was really unfair, because nothing on that show had been real, had it, and Amy knew that.

Amy had known that, right?

Didn’t matter now. Stupid shit, over and done with. Jamie Tartt had other things to worry about.

He pulled out of the car park, turned right, and began his journey home.

---

This is a Christmas story, and maybe it begins here too—

­—in a house in Chelsea, on that same December eve, and with Roy Kent keeping an eye on the oven and the time, while over by the table Keeley and his niece were adding increasingly intricate details to the gingerbread dragon-unicorn-princess-whatevers they were making.

Outside, an Aston Martin passed by on its way from Waterloo to Richmond. Roy would have recognized the car, had he seen it, and Keeley too (rather intimately), but the kitchen window was facing the other way and neither of them did.

“Look, Uncle Roy, this one looks just like you,” Phoebe exclaimed, proudly exhibiting a cookie man with curious antlers and a dour expression that did indeed make him look rather like the retired player.

Keeley laughed. “Ha! Yeah, it does!”

Roy growled. It was his fond growl. It was all right this, Keeley and Phoebe and the gingerbread covering every surface in the kitchen; all right in a way not a lot of things had been since he ended his career by sending Jamie Tartt flying to the ground half a year ago.

As for Jamie Tartt… He drove past the house without looking at it twice. He’d never been inside Roy Kent’s home; never known exactly where he lived.   

That would change, before morning broke on Christmas Day. Because this is a Christmas story, and those always come with miracles.

#i come bearing an rjk advent calender! #one tiny chapter a day until santa comes knocking #pre-ot3 #like they don't actually get together in the fic #but there's very much A Vibe #season 2 canon divergence #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #royjamiekeeley #roy x jamie x keeley #jamie's christmas carol #ted lasso #fic #my stuff

[theazkabandreamer]

One Baby and his Dog

It had been months since the Potters had seen Sirius and they were missing him. James seemed out of sorts and even Lily seemed down. But it was Harry who missed him the most.

He had the habit of climbing onto the living room window sill and pressing his face against the glass, looking out into the street. Every time a dog went past the Potter’s cottage, Harry would shout “Pafoo!”

”No, Harry it’s not Pafoo,” Lily said sadly one evening. “And get down from there.”

Lily picked Harry up and he squirmed in her arms, desperate to get back to the window.

”The poor lad misses his Godfather,” James said, conjuring smoke rings much to Harry’s delight. He stopped squirming and reached out with his tiny hands, trying to grab the smoke rings.

”You miss him too,” Lily said with a wry smile as she sat Harry down at James’s feet. 

“Yeah,” James sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. ”I miss not being cooped up in here while our friends are out there risking their lives fighting him.”

He sent out another smoke ring before patting Harry on the head and getting up and leaving the living room. Lily heard his heavy footsteps ascend the stairs and she closed her eyes fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

It had always been hard on James being cooped up in this cottage with a baby who was always on the go. But James was strong and he did it for their son.

It didn’t help that Dumbledore had James’s Invisibility Cloak meaning that he couldn’t partake in any excursions and James’s transforming was out of the question as a Stag in the village would draw a lot of unwanted attention.

“Daddy sad,” Harry said, looking up at Lily with those big eyes of his and jerking Lily out of her thoughts.

”Daddy misses Pafoo as well, Harry,” Lily said, scooping Harry up in her arms. “I think it’s time Mummy should do something. Do you think I should write a letter to Pafoo?”

Harry looked at Lily and a sweet little smile appeared on his face.

”Yes,” Harry said and Lily chuckled.

___

The day started like any ordinary day. James was entertaining Harry by conjuring smoke rings with his wand for Harry’s entertainment. Meanwhile, Lily was out in the front garden, scanning the street.

Sirius replied and said he would be more than happy to visit them. James’s mood had soured and she was desperate to find a way to cheer her husband up.

A roar filled the air, making her jump and a motorbike appeared in the sky, slowly falling before it landed in the street and came to a stop. The man turned off the engine and disembarked the bike. Lily ran up and hugged him.

“Thank you for coming all this way to see us, Sirius,” Lily said.

“My dear Lily, I wouldn’t miss a chance to see my three most favourite people in the world,” Sirius said, returning the hug.

“James and Harry both miss you,” Lily smiled. “And Harry seems to think that almost every dog is you.”

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh.

“Well, I think it’s time for him to meet the real thing,” he said, a grin slowly appearing on his face.

___

Harry was getting bored of the smoke rings and was more interested in the cat that was curled up on his favourite chair. James couldn’t help chuckling at the hard stare that Harry was giving the cat; Harry was so much like his mother sometimes.

The front door opened and James looked round to see Lily enter the living room with a big black dog. James stared at his wife and then the dog and felt himself grinning from ear to ear.

“Harry, who’s that to see you?” James asked. 

Harry looked up at James and then to the doorway where Lily was standing with Sirius. Harry’s face lit up with a big grin and Sirius wagged his tail.

“PAFOO!” Harry exclaimed and Sirius let out a loud bark which made the cat jump and run out of the living room.

Sirius bounded forward which made Harry giggle. He allowed Harry to hug him before turning back into a man and crouching down to level his face with Harry’s.

“Have you been good, Harry?” Sirius asked.

“Yes!” Harry said happily and Sirius gave him a dramatic frown.

“Why?” he asked and Harry giggled hysterically.  

“Blimey, Padfoot,” James said, still grinning from ear to ear. “It’s good to see you, mate.”

“It’s good seeing you too, Prongs,” Sirius said. “Lily said that you were all missing me. I hope you’re not going stir-crazy being locked up in this cottage.”

“Maybe a little bit,” James said with a sheepish grin. “But seeing you makes it easier.”

“Pafoo,” Harry said, holding a ball. “Fetch!”

Harry threw the ball and Sirius transformed into a dog again and caught it for Harry.

They spent the next ten minutes playing together with Harry throwing the ball for Sirius and James and Lily smiled at Sirius playing with Harry and the sounds of his constant giggles.

“Look how happy he is,” Lily gushed.

“Harry looks pretty happy as well,” James said with a grin.

Lily smiled and rolled her eyes at her husband.

___

Sirius continued playing with Harry all day in his dog form and the cottage was filled with the sound of Sirius’s barks and Harry’s giggles as one baby and his dog played together. When Harry got bored of throwing the ball for Sirius, they played tug of war. Lily had to move all of the ornaments out of the way.

They played all day and eventually, Harry had had enough of playing with Sirius and was cuddled up fast asleep on the sofa with Sirius still in his dog form. Lily gently picked Harry up and carried him into his room as Sirius transformed back into a man. 

“You look a bit worse for wear, mate,” James said, grinning at Sirius’s dishevelled hair.

“Your son has your energy,” Sirius chuckled as he got up and stretched. “I ache in places I’ve never ached before.”

“He’s got Lily’s as well,” James grinned as Sirius ran a hand through his hair. “No wonder you look worn out.”

“My hair’s all sticky now,” Sirius muttered and James laughed as Lily came back down the stairs.

“It was lovely to see you today, Sirius,” she smiled.

“You have a very sweet disposition as a dog,” James said with a sly grin. “You might want to consider making the change permanent.”

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh.

“I'd like to see you try and live with the fleas,” he said as he made his way to the hallway. “They're murder. So, are you planning anything for Halloween next month?”

“We’re just going to have a quiet night in,” Lily said. “Harry’s too young to understand what Halloween’s about.”

“Why don’t you come over again?” James asked. “Harry loves seeing you and it was great seeing the two of you playing together.”

“I can’t,” Sirius said sadly. “I’m on duty for the Order.”

“That’s a shame,” Lily said, looking disappointed. “I hope you can visit us at Christmas at least.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Sirius said as he opened the front door. “Take care, you two. Try not to get too stir-crazy, Prongs.”

“Take care of yourself, Padfoot,” James said. “And stay alive.”

James and Sirius looked at one another and the two of them felt as if they were on the precipice of something extraordinary and it would be the last time that they would see each other.

The moment passed and James gave Sirius a fierce hug, dismissing the notion from his mind. He knew that Sirius could be reckless, but he had made it this far.

“Everything will be alright, Prongs,” Sirius said as if to reassure himself. “They don’t suspect that Peter’s the secret keeper and they haven’t found me yet.” 

“Peter will never let us down. James said fiercely. “I trust him with my life like I trust you and Remus.”

“I’ll do my best to repay that trust and win the war for you. And Harry,” Sirius said as he let go of James and hugged Lily. “Have a good Halloween. See you at Christmas.”

Sirius let go of Lily and with a final glance at his two best friends, walked to his Motorbike, climbed on it and rode off into the night.

As the motorbike disappeared, James wrapped an arm around his wife, the pair of them counting down the days to Christmas.

#Jily #James Potter #Lily Potter #Harry Potter #Sirius Black #Baby Harry #Padfoot #Animagus

[bitemescftly]

OPEN STARTER ;; "Tell me I'm so much prettier than your wife. Pound your raw co.ck inside of me and tell me that I take it so much better than her. Pinch my ni.pples and tell me how good it feels to finally cheat on your wife with me. Empty your load inside of me and tell me I would be such a better mummy." open to: m. possible connections: boss, best friend's husband, sister's husband, mom's husband, professor, king, etc - age gaps & tab*o welcome! || don't like my starters!

"I-is my pussy tighter than hers?" The brunette groaned, tongue forming the words before her mind had a chance to follow through and make a decision. Her body was burning as waves of bliss continued to spread through her with each new thrust of the man's powerful hips. His thighs slapping into the back of her own, driving her upper body deeper and deeper into the mattress as she knelt on the edge, clutching at the sheets of their marital bed. "So good, so deep." Anna whimpered quietly, not daring to raise her voice too much as if in fear of getting caught in a situation like this - though if her previous screams in the midst of orgasms had not caught anyone's attention, then they were no less safe now. "Please, don't stop now." The brunette lifted her head, green eyes searching the man's gaze as she looked over her shoulder at him pounding into her tight, delicate warmth from behind. "Cum in me, give it to me." She pleaded, on the edge of loosing all control once more, as if the loads of white, thick seed already in her were not enough. As if her possesiveness refused to allow even a drop of it to go to his wife - no, she wanted it all. "She won't take it as well as I do."

#;( S. STARTER ) #indie smut rp #indie kink rp

[teeth-farie]

Your mummy fic is so hot 🥵 and it reminded me that I was gonna send you a gore ask but got interrupted and completely forgot lol

But I was gonna say, y’know it’s always fun imagining how willing any of the demon bros would be to let you treat them like a specimen and carve open their guts for viewing. But I’ve seen less content for Diavolo and gore even though that’s such a hot concept omfg

Diavolo who overhears Lucifer telling you that if you need help with your demon biology work you can use him as a live reference. Diavolo getting super jealous because HE wants to bond with you like that too! He can totally help you with your work! Except he doesn’t understand just how erotic it would be until he confronts you about it and tells you that he’d love to be your reference.

He should’ve caught on when your eyes glazed over at the thought of the Demon Prince splayed out and on display for you but he didn’t. It didn’t occur to him how hard he’d get until he was shuddering at the sight of the tarp laid over his bed, the restraints you had ready to go so he wouldn’t squirm around too much while you cut into him with the decorative dagger he himself had given you.

And fuck he really does try to ignore the arousal pooling in his groin the first time you look at his bloody insides. But after that first time it won’t leave his head. How sexy would it be if you put a cockcage on him and cut a hole in his stomach to fuck so he wouldn’t get any stimulation where he needed? What if you cut a hole into his throat and fucked directly inside it, maybe if he angles his head back you’ll be able to see your cockhead poking through his lips like a reverse blowjob

AHH TYSM!!!!!

And there NEEDS to be more gore for Diavolo he’s so perfect for it. He uses the guise that he should be helping you since you’re a part of his transfer program, but in reality he just wants the chance for your hands to be all over him (regardless of the context). A chance to have you all to himself with no brothers to take you away?? Yes please and thank you

But…he doesn’t account for how truly erotic it would turn out to be. You tie his hands to his headboard and suddenly Diavolo feels like he’s doing something incredibly naughty, something so much more than an anatomy lesson. And then you straddle his thighs, elegant blade in hand glinting in the moonlight streams. You’ve broken him entirely. And you can feel him swell in his pants under you, watch his eyes glaze over when you carve into his gut. He tries his best to ignore it, but eventually he just can’t help himself.

And the cockcage idea!! Going crazy!!! Locking his needy cock up so you can have your fun elsewhere without him getting off too early. It drives him mad! If you allow him to touch, he eagerly grabs onto your hips and ass to try and get you to thrust faster into his wound, so very pleased just to hear your pleasured moans as you fuck into his guts.

REVERSE BLOWJOB…..he holds onto you then too, he just can’t help it! It’s overwhelming and exciting and now he can’t stop gurgling and spitting up blood. It’s like second nature to lean his head back to give you a better angle, purring happily when he feels your cockhead jut back up to his lips (and when you cum you can give him a facial from that angle too)

#mail #spicy #diavolo #gore tw #hard kink

[holyguardian]

“Take Aerith somewhere safe.”

Those words had barely left the woman’s lips, when her hand fell down to the ground again. Limp and weak. She was dying… it was evident from how she looked. She had that hollow gaunt expression. There was nothing that could safe her yet. But the little girl beside her… her green eyes were full of resilient bright green.

The woman her mother had grabbed by the wrist looked at the child for a brief moment, before she knelt down and quickly searched for the healing potion in her bag… but as soon as she blinked again, she knew that the mother of the child was gone.

It was one of these very rare moments in her life, where Ida felt completely helpless. She had no control over any of this… and this child?

Little mite was still so young, right between her two son's ages, if she had to guess – and her sobs broke Ida’s heart. Carefully placing her hands on the girl’s arm and back, Ida tried to give her a little comfort, while still not tearing her away from her mother. She looked around… but there was no one close by. No father. No other family. No friends. No one cared for this little girl’s fate.

No one but Ida.

Glancing down at her – Aerith – again, Ida noticed the II on her arm. A tattoo. And in that moment her worry turned into dread. She had seen that before. That and another symbol… the child’s name, too. Aerith…

Quickly Ida undid the buttons of her coat, draping it around the girl. She could only allow her one more moment of grief for her mother, before he scooped her up. As cruel as it was, they had to hurry.

“My darling, we have to go.” @housetummelt - Ida

@housetummelt

Aerith had tried to find a doctor to make her mother all better again, which was how she had grabbed the sleeve of this woman in her white coat and tugged for her to follow, begging for help. "Please, please help my mummy, she's sick!"

Ifalna knew this was her only chance to make things right for her daughter. Aerith, stubborn as a cat, thought all she needed to do was to find someone in a white coat to help. It was a horrible feeling, to fully realise that the only world her baby knew was one where adults wore white coats.

She reached for the woman, to hold onto the same wrist that Aerith had guided closer. She could see it in her eyes, that she wanted to help in some way. "Take Aerith somewhere safe." There was so much to explain. So much left unsaid. But it was all she had left to give. It was like in knowing that her daughter wasn't going to be alone, her body finally dared to relax...

Aerith was beside herself. Bawling and clinging to her mother, she knew that her soul was slipping away. That her mother was returning to the Planet and there was nothing to hold her back — try as she might, little hands clinging as though she could hold her mother there and make her stay. They were free now! They could live in a house together! They could grow gardens and never have to see a wheelchair again!

She cried in loud, wracking sobs. Especially when the kind woman scooped her up, her hands losing grip of her mother. Her arms remained outstretched, grasping for where her mother lifelessly laid, and there was little chance of a silent getaway with how she cried her heart out. Eventually her arms slackened, and eventually her sobs calmed to sniffles, even if the tears never did seem to fully stop. They were far from the train station now. Far from the bad men. All she could do was watch over the woman's shoulder. Take in the new sights, of streets that looked... neat. Tidy. Where they had funny pretend trees and lights that lit up all of the pathway.

#housetummelt #answered #verse; FFVII (Tummelt) #REEEEEEEEEE

[ticklystuff]

Tickletober Day 17: Halloween

a/n: prompt from this list! oops i thought the prompt was halloween but it’s actually trick-or-treat lol oh well but ahh this one’s a bit rushed because i’m not feeling well, but i really wanted to do something for them. hope you guys enjoy~

characters: lee!ayato, ler!thoma

word count: ~830

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"Yohou're dohohohoing thihihis on purpohohose!"

"I am in fact not, my lord," Thoma hummed, doing his best to wrap the thin piece of cloth over Ayato's bare torso, though this was quite difficult with how much the other squirmed in place. "I'm just following my lady's orders per usual."

This was all true to a certain extent. Tonight was Halloween evening and it was custom for the streets of Inazuma to decorate their storefronts for the event and hand out candy to passersby walking around in their costumes. Komore Teahouse was a popular stop and Thoma often found himself working tirelessly during the month to make sure visitors would enjoy their evening at the establishment. Members of the Yashiro Commission were required to wear their own costume for the evening and Ayaka often requested custom made ones from Thoma for herself and her brother.

"W-Why ahahaham I the muhuhuhummy?" Ayato tried stifling his laughter, but it was for naught as Thoma slyly scribbled his fingers down his back, continuing to wrap his lord in the handmade fabric.

"Ask your sister, my lord," Thoma responded with a faint smile, his vampire fangs slightly peeking through as he spoke. He laughed as Ayato nearly fell on his face trying to distance himself from Thoma's hands, nearly tripping on the pieces of cloth that hung from his legs. "This whole process wouldn't be so painful if you'd just stop squirming!"

"Ihihi cahahahan't!" Ayato snickered as Thoma pulled at his arm to wrap a piece of cloth, but to also sneak in a few underarm tickles, holding his wrist tight when Ayato squirmed in his grasp. "I-I doHOhont neheheheed yoHOur hehehelp!"

"No, my lord, I insist," Thoma said, pulling at the piece of cloth wrapped around Ayato's arm to reel him back in. With Ayato in easy reaching distance, Thoma took the chance to run his fingers up his sides, digging his fingers in meticulously to make his lord jump in place, a hearty squeal leaving his throat. "Maybe we just need to tickle the giggles out of you to get you to sit still."

"No-HAH! THOHOMAHA! STAHAHAHP!" Ayato twisted and turned each way, but Thoma made sure he never let him out arm's reach, tasering each side with diligent pokes or digging into Ayato's abs insistently, listening to his laugh bellow out of him, spreading across the room. There weren't many opportunities that Thoma got to hear Ayato's real laugh, often having to settle with a curt smile with the occasional giggle, so the blond made sure to get his fill, enjoying the hearty laughter that poured out of his lord's mouth and watching the corners of his face creased as he smiled. Thoma almost found it addicting.

"Thoma? Ayato?" The two stopped what they were doing at the call of their names and Thoma released Ayato when the door opened, allowing Ayato to fall back behind him. Standing at the door frame was Ayaka in her wizard outfit, a puzzled look crossing her face when she saw the two and the state Ayato was in. Sayu soon joined her, taking a peek from behind Ayaka. The small girl was adorned in a giant cloth for her ghost outfit that easily touched the floor, claiming she could use it as a blanket should she want to hide away and sleep somewhere.

"Boys, we should be heading out soon," Ayaka chided the two, adjusting her floppy wizard hat as she spoke. "We'll be late for the festivities otherwise."

"Ah, right, my lady," Thoma responded quickly. "Give us five more minutes. I still need to help Ayato with his mummy costume."

Ayaka and Sayu simultaneously nodded in response. "Alright, we'll just wait at the front gate then," she said as she began to step away, before turning back to the door. "Also, I thought I said Ayato would be the vampire and you the mummy, Thoma. You should've told me that you wanted to switch."

Thoma's eyes widened at this and his hair at the back of his neck stood up, feeling a fierce gaze from behind him. "A-Ah, I see. Well, I'll just go-" He was suddenly interrupted when a piece of cloth fell in front of him, before gently pulling at him from behind, making him take a few steps back into Ayato's arms.

"I would love to be the vampire for this year's event," Thoma could hear Ayato's speak from behind him, his voice dripping with malice as he placed a hand on Thoma's shoulder. "Could you shut the door for us? I require a few minutes to help Thoma into the correct costume."

Ayaka blinked at the two, but didn't seem to catch on as she nodded in response. "Alright, see you guys in a bit," she said, shutting the door as she stepped away.

"W-Wait!" Thoma cried out, his arm reaching for the door as it closed shut. "M-My lady, don't- AHH! NOHOHO! I'M SORRY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!"

#thomato #thoma #ayato #genshin impact #tickling

[hiddenwashington]

the halloween ball is in full swing, and the white house is full of music and laughter. children are bouncing around with more sugar in their systems than they’ve had in a long while, and the adults are dancing the night away and indulging in a few drinks. it’s become much more of a carefree party than a formal ball, and everyone is clearly having a wonderful time the longer the night goes on.

at the stroke of midnight, however, everything changes. the lights flicker, and an ominous wind blows through the room, slamming doors shut around the guests and extinguishing the candles laid around the room. despite the sudden darkness, everyone can sense a sudden and ominous presence lurking in the room, though many do their best to ignore it, hoping it’s merely a planned stunt to get them into the halloween spirit. as the darkness lingers, however, the crowd becomes more and more restless, people moving to leave. immediately, louder sounds of unrest come from the doors, where people trying to slip out find themselves unable to open them. even those with magical means find themselves stepping right back into the room after leaving. 

as the secret service begins trying to calm the people and learn what’s happening, a scream sounds throughout the room, and suddenly, the lights snap back on, revealing hordes of monsters straight out of the old fashioned horror movies so many of them celebrated. wolfmen howl as they jump onto their victims, dracula style vampires drain the blood of anyone they can get their hands on, mummies cast their magic and draw in those around them. gill-men and frankenstein creatures tear apart all who get too close, and some are even attacked by invisible men, completely unseen to the eye. 

as panic rises and bodies hit the floor, some even are turned into these creatures themselves, only adding to the chaos. it’s a new way to celebrate halloween, and not one anyone wanted or even thought to consider.

at dawn, the creatures will vanish along with the enchantments holding them in the white house, but until then, you’ll need to fight to survive, even if the one coming at you is someone you know and love. if you make it to sunrise, you can escape the night of horrors, but only if you make it to dawn alive. the clock is ticking.

TLDR ; what had originally seemed like a harmless prank to bring some halloween spirit to the night has turned deadly. halloween horror classic monsters have invaded the gala where they were once celebrated, honored, costumes. the exterior doors to the white house now find themselves locked and barricaded, the residents of washington dc now trapped with no hopes of escape. the entirety of the white house has now been opened to the public, in hopes of allowing them a chance to escape the monsters, to give the citizens the best chance of survival. you only have one task now, make it to sunrise. and make sure you do not become one of these creatures.

OOC INFORMATION :

BOO !! alexa : play the monster mash. -- 

come on friends, did you really think we could have an entire halloween event without including some kind of chaos? it wouldn’t be a hidden event without something going horribly wrong at an official event! this time around, you’ll be fighting off the universal classic monsters-- so hey, maybe people will think twice about buying those cheap spirit halloween vampire teeth next halloween. either way !! we hope you guys have fun with this, and get to explore your characters in a different way, and we hope this brings some more halloween energy to your lives!!

THE GIST : 

monsters have invaded. survive. 

it is completely up to you how your character reacts. they could panic, they could look to protect people, they could be having the time of their life getting to fight back, they could be entirely selfish and barricade themselves in a safe room and not let anyone in. the sky is the limit! 

technically the front door is the limit, as there is no escape. no magic will work to get people out of the white house. any exterior door is locked and will not reopen until sunrise. 

the secret service agents will be doing what they can to calm the situation, to try and usher people to safety but of course, no one could have prepared for this sort of thing. they will be doing their best, but it is on you to protect yourself or not.

THE MONSTERS :

your muses will be attacked by the ‘universal classic monsters’ !! there are multiple of them throughout the white house, so you’re not just fighting against the same dracula, but multiple dracula-style vampires! 

the specific monsters are : dracula, wolfman, frankenstein’s monster/bride of frankenstein, creature from the black lagoon, mummies, and the invisible man !! we can provide more information regarding them upon request. (aka dm maig, they have an unhealthy amount of knowledge about this)

your muses can be attacked , injured , turned or killed by these monsters! it is just up to you if you want anything like that to happen !

if you are looking to have your muse suffer a major injury (anything more than a broken bone), or be killed, you must message the main. it’s considered a major plot, and we have to keep track ! we need to know who is dying, what is happening to them, and who the plot will be with ! thanks friends!

please note, for anyone unfamiliar with character deaths within the rp : a character cannot permanently die. they will be resurrected after about an hour~ , but will have the opposite memory status to when they died. unaware characters will become aware, and vice versa!

if you are looking to have your character turned into one of these monsters, again message the main, but just note that at dawn, your muse will return to their original state! they will not stay a vampire/wolfman/etc after the event concludes!

PLOTTING :

feel free to begin transitioning threads, making new calls, doing whatever you feel is best to organize yourself for this !!

please note, first and foremost that while the event itself is still mandatory, the plot drop is optional. we understand that this might not be everyone’s speed, and you are free to incorporate as much or as little of the plot drop as you wish

if you wish to just continue on with the regular event threads, you are free to, you can always say your character left early once the event is over so they did not get caught up in this. but just know that it will still be canon to the rp, so plot accordingly if you’d rather stick to the classic gala threads!

if you are going to be participating, then this plot drop is going into effect OCTOBER 14TH AT 9AM EST!

CURRENT REPLIES : 

you may continue your current replies, whether you are participating or not! you can keep going with threads that were from earlier in the night, transition them over to be affected by the plot drop, or make new ones!

please just talk to your thread partners to know what they want to do! 

we will never be limiting your interactions, so, feel free to take this plot drop as you will and go forward with the event how you see fit for your muse!

HOUSEKEEPING :

as before, please keep tagging everything with ‘hwevent14′ so that we can keep track!!

please please, remember to tag any and all trigger warnings !! a refresher of the page is here !!

again, if you plan to have a character attacked, injured, killed or turned, message the main !! 

we will be offering one free starter for each writer, not each character, just as we did on the first day of the event, to help make this transition that much easier! that is only for friday the 14th !

we will be having memes that are going to be released on friday the 14th (we know it’s not our usual meme day) , but these memes will be centered around the plot drop to help with starters and transitions !!

as always, please have fun with this, get creative, don’t take it too seriously and just enjoy yourselves!! we hope this brings a little extra halloween spirit to your days !!

please make sure you like this after you have read the post in its entirety, and happy halloween, hidden! ♥

#hw: plot drop #hw: event #hwevent14 #hw: ooc #hw: admin

[ellowynbeimler]

Jan 13

Dear Dad,

I’m not frozen into a Jackscicle!

It’s a miracle!

We found somewhere warm and dry to stay for a little while. It’s weird. This lord’s hall wasn’t on the map. I didn’t even know if it was around here. I mean, like I said, there’s nothing on the map.

Also, weirdness unto weirdness, the lord of this place is a little kid.

But he’s already throwing a massive party for the season, so we can stay.

The place is enormous, and there are like a hundred “official party guests” and all their servants, horses, and stuff out in the stable, too. There’s like a thousand people altogether, and then there’s us. We each got rooms that I think are still “guest” rooms, just, like, really, really small guest rooms for a place this big. I mean, there’s so much in the rooms: beds, desks, tubs. I would probably never have to leave if I didn’t want to, but the lord of the place, I can’t remember his name right now, is a little bit of a creeper.

I mean, he's like 8. So.

Anyway, he said we’re to come join the festivities, which makes sense, but I think we’re all exhausted and just want to rest.

There’s this Bard who’s apparently performing all the time. He’s apparently been here for a while, and I think he’s the one who helped push for us to be able to stay.

He seems pretty cool. I think he saw the instrument Zunair was carrying and decided to help. Bard showed us around the place and helped us find some of the things we were looking for, like the kitchens, and someone to help us fill the baths because we SMELLED so bad!

I mean, it really wasn’t our fault we smelled terrible. That’s what happens when there’s a better part of a week between chances to baath, and you don’t actually get to bathe either of those times because it’s someone else’s house and rules. Anyway, it’s not like we went into that expecting to be able to just do anything we wanted. We's mainly planned to stay out of the way until it was a good time to keep moving forward.

We can’t leave right now cause there’s a massive Storm, a blizzard of unbelievable proportions hovering over this place right now.

Bad enough that we were trying to trek the wilderness in snow and winter, but a Blizzard?! If we hadn’t found this place when we did, we probably would have frozen to death.

Or worse.

Maybe we could have come back as ice mummies, and then we could have eaten all the celebrants here.

But we’re fine and here for now. We had a halfway decent place to stay, and the maid who helped us out didn’t mind giving me a few extra candles to write by.

We did have to go out and into the party. Luckily, some people gave us their extra clothes so we could go and not look entirely out of place. Still, all the clothes were uncomfortable and didn’t fit right. Willow said it’s probably because they were fitted on specific people in mind, and since we probably don’t have the exact same dimensions, they feel weird and wrong.

It was cool to see the party, though. I think it was a party that’s just for partying sake, though, cause there didn’t seem to be a real reason for it.

The lord of the place also had us sit with him at his table. I think it’s cause he was interested in our story, but he seemed more or less only interested in Grace. He’d start a question with Riley (who’s definitely in charge and has acted like she’s in charge the whole time, and then he’d pay more attention to Grace and only listen to her answer or ask her 5 questions afterward. She also wasn’t really even allowed to leave everything until really late. Our group made sure to stick around until everything wound down and there was a good reason to leave.

It was not great.

Riley is worried, and to be honest, so am I. It might be dangerous for us to stay here, but also more dangerous for us to leave. So we just have to stick around until the storm winds down.

But it’s weird and creepy, and the kid has way too much power in this situation, and it’s making all of us twitchy, I think.

Like, really twitchy, 'cause it’s weird, and none of us like this. Even if the clothes are kinda cool. We’re going to leave soon once the weather winds down. And our clothes are clean cause they kinda stole our clothes to clean them.

Anyway, I love you. Hopefully, there’s nothing too terrible out of this, but I think you’ll find out when we do if there's anything terrible or good or anything going on.

Love, Jack

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