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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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i don't know if you're taking requests but i absolutely loved the 'calling them daddy' one of the boys. if you want, could you do one where they call the reader mommy or something during seggs time.

only if you want to, thank youu anyways!!

Hey thank you for the request!! This was actually lowkey a bit hard for me to write because I'm such a sub myself, so I really hope I conveyed it well and I hope you enjoy!!! also it pained me to write mummy with an 'o' every time but I knew I'd be rinsed by you guys if I didn't lmao

warnings: 18+, fem!reader, mommy kink obvs, p in v sex, riding, tittyfucking, titty sucking, overstimulation, edging, grinding, fdom/msub, blowjobs, light choking.

Steve:

Steve looked so good under you right now, looking completely fucked out with his gorgeous locks stuck to his sweaty face, cheeks pink as you slowly ride him. You both loved it when you would take control, pinning him down and sinking onto his cock instead of Steve being on top. You had been edging Steve for a good while now, teasing him painfully by sliding off of his cock anytime he got close, and he couldn’t take much more of it. Steve squirmed and writhed beneath you as you teased him, loving the look on the pretty boys face when he’s this desperate to cum.

“Fuck baby, I can’t-” Steve groans, legs shaking as you continue to slowly bounce on him, hissing when you slip off of him again with a smirk, his soaked cock twitching in the air, hips desperately rutting to find more friction.

“You want to cum Stevie? Beg me.” You whisper seductively into the brunettes ear, biting the shell of it while he moans, face flushed as he looks up at you desperately. You sink back down on him, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head as you begin to bounce on him again, hearing nothing but the sound of your slick against his thighs as he ruts up to meet you.

“Please baby. Please let me cum.” He moans breathlessly, eyebrows furrowing as you only tut and shake your head at him.

“That’s not good enough Steve. Beg better.” You coo darkly, loving the way he chokes out a moan when you slip off of him again, a frustrated grunt slipping past his lips as his hips buck up in desperate need of more friction. He grips the bedsheets hard enough you think him might rip them, strangled moans escaping him as precum leaks from his furiously red tip, showing how desperate he is to cum. You wrap a hand around his throat gently as you sink back down on him, drawing a frantic moan from the boy beneath you.

“Please let me cum mommy, I can’t take it anymore.” Steve whines desperately, not realising what he’d said until your amused chuckle makes his eyes shoot open in shock. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, face only getting redder as he tries to think of something to say, but he stops when he sees the glint in your eye as you lean down into his face.

“Mommy huh? Is that what you want call me?” You tease breathily into his face, loving the way his eyes flicker in pleasure at your words, biting his lip hard as your hips grind against him faster. “Beg Mommy to let you cum some more and then maybe I’ll finally let you fill me up, okay?” You tell him, biting his lip sensually before you move back and watch him writhe beneath you with his flushed face. You begin to ride him faster, holding back your own moans as Steve grunts under you and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to act like he’s still the tough guy and not an absolute desperate mess of a sub for you right now. “C’mon Steve, if I don’t hear you then I’m just going to stop.”

“Please! Please let me cum Mommy, I need to fill you up so bad.” Steve practically sobs out, panting heavily as he stares up at you pleadingly.

“Okay Stevie, you’ve been a good boy so you’re allowed to cum in Mommy now.”

Billy:

You and Billy had been ‘seeing each other’ a couple of months now. You were just another girl to him, another slut, he was only letting you sleep with him because of what he got out of it. That’s what Billy tells himself when he’s awake late at night missing you, wanting to have taken up your offer to stay the night and cuddle but letting his pride get in the way. Billy was confused by what he felt and was spitefully ignoring it in hopes he would just shake it and stop feeling his heart tighten with happiness every time he’s around you. It would take Billy feeling a lot of comfort around you for the words to ever slip out of his mouth, and you know that a part of him almost needs it, to just let go and allow himself to feel freely and without shame. You had him on his back, for once he was feeling lazy and just wanted you to sloppily ride him as he guides your hips with his hands. Billy’s head is thrown back in a long groan as you slowly tease his dick, almost letting the tip slide out of you before slipping all the way back down onto him. Billy’s grip on your hips tighten, holding you in place balls deep on his cock as he hisses at your cunt clenching around him.

“That feel too good Baby?” You coo teasingly, biting your lip at the weak growl Billy lets out to tell you to cut it out. “You’re being such a good boy, fucking me so deep like this” You coo again, making Billy shiver. You relish the way he bites his lip as his cheeks redden slightly, but he tries to keep up his act of dominance and bounce you harder on his cock.

“Shut up or you’re going to regret it” He threats in that deep, sexy voice of his, though theres a waver in his voice that you’ve never heard from Billy before. You laugh in response and Billy brings a hand to your throat, teeth grit as he pulls your face towards his.

“What? You don’t want me to call you a good boy, Billy?” You whisper, watching Billy’s mouth fall open into a silent moan at you calling him good boy again. He stares at you almost pleadingly but he still shakes his head, releasing your throat as you smirk at the effect you’re actually having on him. “I think you like me calling you a good boy, don’t you baby?” You whisper into his ear, making his eyes flicker as he tries to keep them from rolling back into his head with pleasure. Your tits are in his face now and Billy groans, grabbing them both and kneading them roughly, his hips frantically rutting up into yours. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as he plays with the other and you smirk, ready to break him. “Good boy, suck on Mommy’s tits just like that” You coo, and Billy actually moans around your nipple, unable to keep the sound in. He releases it with a pop and looks over you desperately, something unspoken having taken over his features. It’s not something Billy has ever thought about, or rather he’s not allowed himself to, but his cock gets impossibly hard at your words and he finds himself wanting to fucking beg you to say it again. “Tell Mommy you like it or she’ll stop” You tease into his ear, making him quietly moan again, ferocity in his eyes as he debates saying it, embarrassed to allude to how much he actually likes it. True to your words you stop moving, sitting still on his cock as Billy whines and finds your hips again while you cockwarm him. Your eyebrow is raised as you wait for his next move, he tries to move your hips but you refuse to let him and for once Billy obliges to that. He growls low as you clench tightly around him, overstimulated and desperate to cum inside you.

“I like it” He growls, giving into you and trying to rut up into you again. You tut and shake your head at him, and he knows exactly why, exactly what you want to hear before you’ll let him cum.

“I…I like it, Mommy” Billy drawls out quietly, breath heavy and eyes drowning in lust. Without a moments pause you’re riding him again fervently as Billy lets out a strangled groan, barely able to keep hold of your hips for how much he was shaking with his approaching orgasm.

“Good boy, you can cum for me now.”

Eddie:

While I see Eddie predominantly as a dom, I think he’s very switchy and would melt in your hands if you took charge of him. It all started because of your stupid, sexy elf costume. Eddie had been planning out the next part of the campaign ready for the following night when you’d told him you wanted to show him your costume for it. Eddie was super excited as not many people actually cosplayed, typically everyone just wore their hellfire club shirts for games. So imagine his shock when you walked back in dressed entirely in a skimpy Elven dress, your cleavage pushed up and straining against the dress as Eddie’s jaw dropped to the floor. You chuckle at his reaction, approaching him slowly, biting your lip as his eyes rake over your body. You can tell he likes the look of your elf ears too, his fingers brushing them gently when you were closer enough.

“Fuck.” Was all he could manage to say hazily, swallowing hard when you push him back down into his seat and straddle his lap. Eddie looks up at you wide eyed, biting his lip enough to draw blood when you move to grind against his already rock hard cock, his shaky hands frantically reaching round to grab your ass and grind you against him harder. Your tits, squeezed into the form of the most perfect cleavage Eddie had ever seen had his mouth watering as they sat in front of his face, desperately wanting to have them smushed into his face.

“Holy shit baby,” Eddie moans as his hands reach up to tease the exposed skin, “Your tits look so fucking good in this.” He breathes, panting as he watches them bounce while you continue your movements. All it took was you biting your lip seductively at him, reaching your own hands up to the top of the dress and slowly pulling it down to break Eddie, him panting heavily beneath you as you almost expose your nipples to him.

“Please Mommy.” Eddie moans breathlessly, hips rutting up into yours frantically as you tease him. Eddie quickly realises what he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his cheeks go pink and he lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Mommy?” You ask him, tease in your voice as Eddie splutters trying to bluff that it accidentally slipped out.

“I uh- didn’t mean to say that.” Eddie says unconvincingly, his cheeks a dark red as you look down at him unconvinced. You smirk at him, eyeing his frantic features darkly.

“Oh, so you’re telling me you don’t want to see Mommy’s milkers then?” You coo at him, knowing you’ve got him when he moans loudly in response to you saying those words, his eyes burning with pure desperation for you. “Guess I’ll just get off of you then…” You tease, trialling off for him to leap into action. Eddie shakes his head frantically, hands flying to your waist to keep you against him when you teasingly pretend you’re going to get off of him, looking up at you desperately.

“Please don’t, I’ll be a good boy now! I want to see them Mommy” Eddie moans, blissed out and in dire need for you to fuck the shit out of him. You smile at him softly, patting his cheek at his compliant behaviour.

“Good boy.’ You coo softly, running your thumb over his soft lips as he swallows and tries not to pant too loudly. His cock was now straining painfully in his pants, desperately in need of your attention. You pull your top down slowly, finally exposing your tits to him, which he almost drools at. “Suck on Mommy’s tits baby.”

Jonathan:

Jonathan as we know is a total sub and and would definitely have a very obvious mommy kink, which would be so fun to tease him about. Jonathan would be quite timid sexually for a while in the relationship, too focused on worrying about how he looks or how he’s performing. But you’d slowly help him gain his confidence and realise that you enjoying having sex with him as much as he does you. Once he gets more comfortable he’s more vocal about the things he likes, letting you know he much prefers to be submissive and have you in control of him. That’s what gave you the inclination that he would definitely want to call you mommy, but since he hadn’t mentioned it yet you decided you had to draw it out of him yourself. You had Jonathan laying on his back, his soft moans emanating through the room as you slowly suck him off.

“T-that feels so good baby.” He praises you softly, his hips slowly bucking up against your mouth as you bob your head on him. Your eyes twinkle as you take him down into your throat, loving the loud moan that escapes his mouth and the way his head falls back in pleasure. You slide your mouth off of him with a pop, meeting his heated gaze with your own.

“Do you want my tits wrapped around it?” You ask him, pressing your tits together in demonstration of what you mean.

“I-I mean, only if you want to do that.” He replies breathlessly, very much wanting you to tit fuck him but not wanting you to feel forced to.

“Mommy wants to do it for you, baby.” You whisper into his ear, earning a strangled gasp from Jonathan. His face goes red, knowing you must have found the magazines he’d tried to keep hidden, eyes wide as he looks over you. “It’s okay baby, don’t look so worried. You can call me Mommy if you want to.” You tell him lovingly, brushing his hair from his face and placing a kiss to his lips as he nods frantically, almost wanting to cry at your acceptance. “So, will you tell Mommy want you want me to do with your words?” You ask him gently, moving back down to sit between his legs. He takes a deep breath, nervous to say anything aloud to you, only pants escaping his lips. You wrap your hand around his cock again, getting a moan out of him while you slowly rub it in your hand.

“Please.” He says quietly, making you raise a brow at him to continue. “I… I want you to titfuck me, Mommy.” He breathes, getting a smirk in response from you at his choice of words. Seems all it takes for him to get a bit filthy was for you to really take charge of him.

“Anything for you my darling.” You coo, spitting on your hand to slick up his cock before pressing your tits together, holding the cleavage together while you slip them down over his cock, earning a loud groan from Jonathan.

‘Can I…” Jonathan trails off as he stares at your tits with pink cheeks. You’ve been in this position enough times to know what he wants.

“Yes, you can take a picture of me baby.”

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littlespacereader · 6 months

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Is it the first of December? Yes. Is the Halloween fic finally finished? YOU BET! I apologize for the wait but here it the long awaited Moon Knight Halloween Fic!! I rewrote the story a couple of times but I hope you all enjoy the Fic!!🌙👻🎃

The Little Protector of the Night🌙

A Moon Knight Halloween Special🎃

Caregiver!Marc Spector & GN Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags - Marc Spector saves the reader, some mean things said about regression, pacifiers, sippy cups, stuffed animal, pull-up (mentioned), dress up, hand holding, hugs

Nicknames - kid, kiddo, little moon knight

A month ago I was walking back from a night class when I came across a group of people. It was almost as if they were waiting for someone to stumble upon them so they could cause trouble.

I tried to just walk past them to no avail. They kept standing in front of me, trying to grab and push me around.

“Go away!” I yelled, looking for my chance to run.

“Aw! Come on! It’s not every day we get to see walking by this time of night.”

One of the members of the group grabbed my backpack and ripped it off me. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?”

“Give it back!!” I rushed forward to grab it back but one of them shoved me back onto the ground.

They proceeded to dump all of my belongings inside onto the alleyway floor. Scattered across the payment fell my school books and such but also my little things like my pacifier, my favorite stuffie, a pull-up, my crayons and coloring book, and some fidget toys.

The group paused only for a second seeing the items. Then they bursted into laughter.

“What are you three?”

“Awwww! Just a little baby are you?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime baby?”

They inched their way back to me, though not without stepping on all my belongings. I started to crawl backwards and they started towards me.

“No! Stop! Please!”

Tears sprang my eyes as they approached. I just covered my face and wished they would disappear.

And in a way, they suddenly did.

I felt a gust of wind blow past me. Then the sound of the men falling onto the ground 5 feet away. I lifted my head to see, and what I saw widened my eyes.

This god like figure appeared from the night sky and started attacking everyone. One guy got hit into the alley wall, another smashed down to the ground.

I froze in place, watching the man dressed in all white take on the group of people. Where did he come from? How did he know I was in trouble?

Sure, I knew superheroes existed but they were mostly in America. Was he a superhero? He didn’t look like an Avenger. He looked different, but in a good way.

With the last guy taken care of, he stopped and looked at the scene, at all my belongings scattered around, my backpack thrown to the side and me still sitting on the ground with my legs pressed to my chest and on the verge of hyperventilating.

He looked almost like a mummy the way he was wrapped up. A long cape behind him, his face shielded with a mask and a hood. In his hand he held a crescent shaped dagger of sorts. He looked intimidating but so cool.

His mask disappeared and suddenly he was just real. More real than he was before. Before he felt like something from another world, almost god like. Without the mask he was just a person, just like me.

Once his eye caught my own and I think he could see that I was still in a bit of shock because he put the dagger away and held his hands up.

“Hey kiddo, it’s alright now. They’re not going to hurt you anymore.”

His voice sounded surprisingly calming despite being someone who just appeared out of no where and beat up a whole group of people. His voice also sounded surprisingly American.

“Are you an Avenger?” I asked before I even had a chance to think about it.

The man chuckled, “No. Far from it. But I’m a good guy, I promise.“

He began to walk over to me but paused. His eyes caught the sight of my stuffed animal bunny laying down on the gross ground. He picked the stuffie up and walked over towards me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I’m sorry for what these people did to you and your belongings.”

He crouched down on my level and held out my stuffie to me. “But it seems like your bunny made it out unharmed.” He smiled.

I carefully took my bunny back into my arms and held it tight to me, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What’s your bunny’s name?”

“Fluffy.”

“Fluffy,” he smiled again. “That’s a nice name fluffy. Fits them perfectly.”

“What your name? I mean your real name and your superhero name?” I asked so curious to who the mystery man was.

“My superhero is Moon Knight, but you can call me Marc. I’m the protector of the travelers of the night just like yourself.”

He stood up and offered me his hand to help me stand. I gladly took it, standing up on legs a bit wobbly. He quickly realized and came over to my side, helping me for a moment till I was okay.

“Thank you. That was scary. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you…” the thought started to make me upset.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay! There’s nothing to worry about anymore. You’re alright and safe now.”

He held his hand in mine for a little comfort. “Let’s get your belongings and take you home okay? I don’t want you out any longer tonight. You shouldn’t be walking home at night by yourself.”

I nodded my head and squeezed his hand. He squeezed it right back before letting it go to help me.

He picked up all my belongings, well, the ones that weren’t destroyed and put them back into my backpack for me. My sippy cup and my pacifier were two of the thing that they destroyed but were replaceable.

Then with my backpack zipped he flung it over his shoulder and took my hand in his once again. “Now, let’s get you home.”

He held my hand the entire walk back to my flat. I thanked him again for everything and just like that he left. And I haven’t seen him since.

The only sign of him from that night was a package I received a few day later. Inside was a new sippy cup and pacifier. I looked at the box confused. I didn’t order anything. But then it hit me who sent it.

No note or anything, just a new sippy cup and pacifier wrapped in tissue paper. The cup’s had a beautiful moon and star design to it and the pacifier had a little moon charm on it.

That was a month ago and yet it feels like yesterday. I can’t shake the idea of him from my mind. He wasn’t like the Avengers, no he was so much cooler than them.

Yet he was so gentle with me. Unlike the group that was trying to hurt me, he didn’t judge me for regressing, in fact he didn’t even mention it. He just noticed and started to help me.

It was weird to say but I missed him. When he held my hand and walked with me back to my flat I almost wished that he was going to stay and make sure I got settled okay. He made me realized maybe I wanted a Caregiver in my life.

But I shook that thought away. No. He was just some guy who knew about regression and was kind to me. I mean that was a month ago! The chance of me seeing him again were slim to none.

~~~

Halloween arrived and everyone in London dressed the part…literally. Everyone walking around was wearing a costume and it was fun to see.

This year I opted not to buy a costume but make my own. With the help of some medical bandages and hot glue I made a replica of the costume I saw Moon Knight wearing. It wasn’t a copy of his costume but I think it was close enough. I even made his crescent moon daggers out of cardboard.

My friends invited me to their house for a costume party. I stayed for a little bit and hung out. Obviously no one knew who I was for Halloween. They just assumed I was a mummy and I was alright with that. The costume was for myself more than anyone else.

But as the night dragged on I could feel myself starting to get tired and starting to regress. So I said my goodbyes to everyone at the party and called it a night.

I don’t live far from them so it wasn’t a long walk. But my quiet night walk was interrupted by someone yelling behind me.

“Hey it’s that moon freak!”

I turned around to see who was yelling and my heart dropped. It was the same group as last time. How? I have no idea.

They must’ve recognized me too but I didn’t give them the chance to comment on it. I took off running. I was close to home, maybe I could make it.

But the group was fast on my tail trying to get me. My feet and their feet echoed down the alley way towards my apartment.

I grabbed the door and was about to enter when they grabbed me and pulled me off. The group pulled me away despite my struggles to break free.

“Can you imagine our luck! The baby from last time. And look, they’re dressed up as that crazy man with the cape.” One said.

I tried to pull my arms away from their grip but I couldn’t. “Stop!! Go away!!”

“It’s a shame he isn’t here to join us in our reunion! Oh well, guess we’ll just have to go on without him.” Another laughed.

Suddenly a mental crescent dagger hit the man next to me, then suddenly another.

We all looked up to see Moon Knight flying from the roof top down to the alley way. I stepped back as he started to take on the group for a second time. Like the last time it was interesting to see.

But as he was fighting I could see one of them grabbing something to hit him with. So armed with my two cardboard crescent moons I threw them at the guy. It did nothing to him, but it did distract him enough for Marc to take him down.

“Nice shot kid!” He yelled out.

I smiled back, proud to help the fight. Then, like the last time, everyone was laying unconscious on the ground. Then it was just Marc and myself.

“What did I say about walking alone at night?” His mask disappeared again so I could see the eyebrows raise.

“I was right around the corner! I didn’t know they would be here!” I argued. I’m

Marc smiled, dropping the tough guy act. “I love your costume this year. You look exactly like me. It’s almost uncanny. Did you do that yourself?”

“Yeah! I made it myself! I really wanted to be you for Halloween! You look so cool.” I smiled.

“Well I think you look cooler. Plus my costume isn’t homemade, making you’re the coolest.” He winked.

He walked over to me, “Where’s fluffy tonight? Didn’t join you for Halloween?”

I shook my head, “I didn’t want to lose them at the party.”

Marc hummed. He looked around and sighed, “Listen kiddo, I don’t feel safe with you going back to your flat with these idiots laying unconscious outside. But I also don’t want you to be alone with your headspace right now. So, if you feel comfortable with it, I can take you back to my apartment and keep an eye on you there. Sound good?”

I smile broke out across my face, “Yes!! That would be so much fun!!” I was practically jumping up and down.

Marc smiled back, “Alright good. Let’s go to your apartment and get your things and then we’ll head to my place.”

Running up the stairs of my apartment, I quickly brought Marc into my flat and introduced him to every stuffie I had, all of which he shook their hands, paws and fins. Then he helped me pack a bag and grab whatever I would need for the night.

With my apartment door closed and locked the two of us started walking towards his apartment, strolling through London together hand in hand.

Problem was his apartment was a bit of a walk across London. So as the walk went on I could feel myself starting to get more and more tired. At one point it felt as though he was dragging me along.

Eventually he turned and picked me up, holding me on his hip. “There we go. Tuckered out from all your crime fighting my little moon knight?”

My little moon knight. It sounded so nice.

“Can I be your little moon knight?”

My heart was beating out of my chest. It’s wasn’t just anything…it was asking if he was a caregiver and wanted me as his little one.

Marc smiled, “I would be honored to have you as my little moon knight. My little sidekick in both life and now crime fighting.”

I smiled back and rested my head against his shoulder. I can’t believe Moon Knight is now my Caregiver. I’ve never felt more safe and happy.

~~~

I drifted on and off while Marc walked through London. After the the third time waking up in his arms I lifted my head up and looked at him confused.

“Marc?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going the right way?”

“Yeah…yeah I think we’re going the right away…I have to ask Steven.” Marc said talking to myself more than me.

At first the comment went over my head, blame it on the tiredness. But then it hit me.

Who the hell is Steven?

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onboardsorasora · 2 months

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34 year old Daniel in the 90s is basking in his parents love and teasing Michelle. A part of him doesn’t want to return to 2024 because he hasn’t been able to be home like this since he was 17 and left for Italy

Decided to hop to it lmao. for you bestie!

Daniel sat in the far corner of the breakfast nook watching with soft eyes as his mother went about preparing lunch. It had come as a shock; one minute he was putting on his race boots to jump into the sim and the next he was standing in the yard.

His father had come running immediately, having seen it all happen. How his five year old self had been cycling around the yard before he– well no one really knew how it happened, but Daniel was standing there instead. He’d bitten back the joke about thankfully being fully clothed, he didn’t think his parents would have appreciated it.

It had been very emotional. Very surprising. Michelle had run away to her room– fair. Grace had cried immediately, pulling him into a tight hug. Joe had stared at him with something akin to pride.

Now Daniel sat in the kitchen reeling off random facts about the future. Things he always told himself he’d remember to tell his parents if he ever got sent back to the past.

“Oh, invest in Apple. They probably aren’t on the stock exchange now but when they pop up– trust me.” He sipped his tea as Grace laughed.

“How about you tell us other things than insider trading.” Joe grinned.

“Well, what do you want to know?” Daniel put his mug down with a clank.

“I know there’s a bunch of shite you’re not allowed to tell us. But what’s there to know about grown up Daniel Ricciardo? Your accent is different, did you move away?”

“Actually,” Daniel smiled softly. “Yeah I did. I became a formula one driver. And I needed to move to Italy to do it.”

Daniel felt his chest warm at the shock on his parents’ face, how they looked him over carefully as if taking in this new information and trying to see how such a high paced career would have changed him from their precious baby boy.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Joe muttered, “thats fucking amazing. For which team? Ferrari?”

“Well no, they never officially gave me a contract. But– well my team doesn’t exist yet. But they’re fast, currently the world champions. I won 7 races with them.” Daniel smiled proudly when Grace came over to hug him tightly.

“I’m so proud of you baby waby.”

Daniel felt his chest clench and tears spring to his eyes. He hadn’t heard that endearment in so long, it brought back memories of wonderful times.

“I love you too mummy wummy.” his voice cracked when he said it and Grace held him tighter. When she finally let go, Daniel got up to clutch Joe tightly. Not one to go without his father’s hugs, he didn’t see why he should start now.

“Gosh, I miss you guys.” Daniel muttered. Grace frowned.

“Do you spend a lot of time away?”

“Too much. You guys come to some races too, but– it's still a lot of travel at the end of the day.” He had to bite his tongue to keep from mentioning Isaac and Isabella.

“Where were you before you Exchanged?” Joe asked after a bit.

“Oh I was at work, so little me is probably with Blake right now. Poor sucker, he has to deal with adult me and little me. I hope I terrorize him a little.” Daniel giggled, thinking about all the chaos his small counterpart could be unleashing right now on his long time friend.

“Don’t be mean, you weren’t that terrorizing.” Grace would never hear a slight against her baby, not even from him himself.

“They say it's not always an even exchange, you seek out what makes you most comfortable. So if not Blake, where would you go?” Joe asked and they watched as Daniel grow soft and bite his lip.

“Max. Probably.”

“Who’s Max?”

“He’s… everything.”

#for bestie!!!#anonymous #answered #max/daniel #maxiel #de aged daniel

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y-rhywbeth2 · 9 days

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Hi. Read you post about the dead three's chosen, and I was wondering about the "We got the threat of sexual exploitation (assuming it didn't happen), there's a subtle undercurrent of incest to some interactions" part. Is this something in the game that I missed? Is it a dnd lore thing?

I also looked through some older posts about Bhaal/Durge stuff, and... Jergal is ruthless and manipulative?! How bad is he? Like, what can a Durge who is free of Bhaal and may be protected by Jergal expect, both in life and afterlife? Are there no good options for Durge (except maybe becoming immortal)?

Also just wanna say thank you for all your dnd lore posts. I've mostly just played in homebrew games, so wotc dnd lore hasn't come up much, and I'm learning so much from your posts!

The good news about Jergal is that he has at least shifted from Lawful Evil to Lawful Neutral, so he's probably somewhat less of a jackass...? We hope. He also tends to prefer subtler manipulation, and seems to let people's own personalities steer them (because they'll take them where he wants them to go naturally); Bane in particular is his unwitting puppet, apparently, but Jergal hasn't directly pulled the strings at all yet, for whatever reason. Jergal's faithful usually 'live' in the City of Judgement on the fugue, or he has them as undead scribes working in his temples on Toril (I imagine it's the same paperwork whichever plane you're on). It's a quiet, but not terribly interesting existence. I doubt he's steal Durge from Bhaal to use as a scribe though. Usually if he needs a servant on the Prime Material plane for some task or other he sends them back as an undead of some kind if/when they die (he likes mummies, usually). He might also be manipulating them into becoming some kind of powerful outsider he can subtly puppet like the Dead Three, or Kelemvor, or Cyric... I really don't know.

(Also I think we're supposed to take Jergal being the 'good guy' at face value in-game.)

Durge could move planes to escape the divine shenanigans. The Dead Three in current times are bound to Toril, and Jergal cannot directly bother you in the city of Sigil at the centre of the universe (which all gods are forbidden to enter on pain of total annihilation courtesy of the Lady of Pain. He can send pawns to bother you, but can't go there or do anything himself.)

No problem. (Unsurprising; homebrew is much easier to manage. I can't imagine how people who are obsessed with the lore of multiple DnD settings cope.)

And Durge's other 'duty' as Bhaal's Chosen, and their extremely normal relationship with their father is going under a cut.

There's nothing in tabletop lore, past a disturbing Bhaalist spell ('attraction') that can cause love/lust in targets, which is built into Bhaal's avatars and manifestations; some gods having a tendency to sleep with their followers; and a comment from Ed Greenwood that many clergy encourage people to have kids (more people raised from birth within the church = more souls and power for the deity). Also apparently having a tattoo of a god's holy symbol is often a turn on for that god's priests... for some reason...

This stuff mostly comes from the BG3:

The exploitation:

Durge is expected to provide more Bhaalspawn for Bhaal's plans, and always has been. It's most obvious in the feral ending, where Bhaal destroys their mind and puppets them directly, but it's still on their to-do list if they keep his 'love' and become his Chosen:

Sarevok Anchev: 'You failed to bring forth issue while you helmed our cult. It is a mortal sin for a Chosen. I even hoped you and my daughter might one day create a new blood-lamb for us, but it is not to be...'

Durge: 'When I bring ruin to the world, will Bhaal allow me to spare my beloved?' Sceleritas: 'Of course Master! We will always need to sire more Bhaalspawn! Although if they are not up to the task we may need to find you a breeding-mate. Or ten.'

As with anything else in Durge's life, they have no say in Bhaal's intentions for them. They start that conversation off by asking permission to keep their lover and don't even get to respond to being told that they're expected to be breeding stock, probably with a wider range of 'partners'. Just silent acceptance.

The incest:

As ever I could be reading into this, but I'm not the only person who picked up on it so maybe not.

The most overt instances of this implication crops up in the original feral ending and the current, where Bhaal is subjecting Durge to constant rape by inflicting sexual hyperarousal on them and forcing them to have sex in order to breed an army of Bhaalspawn by cross-breeding them with various monsters... which they don't actually remember, because it's not the monsters they're thinking of during the act, where it's implied that Bhaal is forcing them to think of him:

*Your memory of last night's act is absent. In the moment of mounting, your mind emptied itself, and you could think only of Bhaal. The gnoll's rump seemed to become his Temple's graven altar where you once led worship.*

"Father, I love you. I'm a good spawn. A good little spawn."*

Alternatively: "a good boy/girl."

And in one of the Bhaalist religious texts you can find in game that describes how Bhaal basically gives his followers orgasms when they murder:

"Once Bhaal's favour has quickened within one oh his beloved murderers, the bliss of his love is nigh-indescribable. For he blesses his loyal with a new sensation: a mindless, instinctual, primal sensation that comes within the bowels, an erotic spasm that washes over the killer, in the moment of murder. It is said that in that instant, his Divine Essence can almost be tasted. Forsake all other hedonisms, acolytes, for nothing can compare. Until the true ecstasies of murder wash over you, initiates, this scroll contains a prayer, you may say after a kill, calling for the Lord's disgrace to find its course in your body."

The Urge - which is Bhaal as much as it's Durge- does/can cause sexual arousal, which indicates that Bhaal does do this to them or is at least inflicting his own 'pleasure' on them by experiencing the kills through them.

*Your body feels aroused imagining a broken twisted neck, and a thrill thinking of a trailing intestine.*

'I feel the most intense pleasure [when killing]. Arousal, even.'

*The masterful painting [Minthara] depicts of the massacre awakens you hungrily.* Durge: 'Stop! I'm growing aroused!' or Durge: 'How delightful, I'm very eager to begin.' Nightwarden Minthara: 'Control yourself - you are as uncouth as the goblins.'

Notably Minthara responds the same even if Durge doesn't flat out say it, so I'd assume they're having the same response to that 'hunger' regardless.

In the same area you find that text, if you become the 'Chosen' of the Redcap masquerading as Bhaal to the kuo-toa, you get this:

*Mad guilt swills in your swooning, sick body. Today you became the tart of a false God, and your evil pride revolts.*

'Tart' being the polite way of saying 'whore', which on its own might just be a poetic way of calling them unfaithful to their religion, but with the extra context is beginning to form a potential pattern. I don't know whether Durge is referring to themselves, or if it's Bhaal calling them that. Or which is worse.

Similarly, the dream where Bhaal summons you to the duel with Orin to become his Chosen is labelled 'BloodWedding'. Again, wedding has more than one meaning, but it's most common usage is of the marital kind, and *gestures at the context of the fuckery above helplessly*

And if you go through with the whole thing and accept Bhaal, Sceleritas will tell you this:

'You and the Urge are wedded, now. One body, one mind.'

Oh, and if you have a love interest they're your 'false bride.' Let's not ask who the real one is.

Also this is a possible dialogue option if you sleep with the drow guy at Sharess' Caress and is meant to be humorous, but apparently Durge does take their daddy issues into the bedroom:

Player: 'I'm a disappointment to my father. Maybe we can work with that.'

I feel like I've forgotten some parts, but that's the gist of it.

#babbling #/durge #edgelord hours #villainous nonsense #long post

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themostefficientwaywithwater · 2 years

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I've seen a lot of people are as excited as me for a Zelda game that focus on how Ganon's constant reincarnations affects negatively to Zelda, Link and even Ganondorf. We've already seen this theme subtly in BotW (Zelda chastised for not awakening her power, Link unable to speak and enjoy himself because of how the Hero's title burdens him). However, I normally wouldn't expect "the harm the vicious cycle of reincarnation makes on it's unwitting pawns" to be the theme of a Zelda game. After all, it's Nintendo, and we know they don't like to stray so far from the "evil is bad and we must defeat it" plotline and they wouldn't dare to criticize the goddesses' plans...

Oh, wait, they already did it.

The Wind Waker is about letting go of the past and how being unable to move on will harm you and future generations. Daphnes and Ganondorf can't let go of their kingdom, and they die with it because they can't imagine themselves living without it. It harms Medli and Makar, who are taken away from their home and family and are confined into the heart of a dungeon so the Master Sword can maintain it's full power. It harms Tetra, too, who sees her whole individuality taken away in favor of performing her role as "Princess Zelda". And it harms Link, who is treated as a pawn by Daphness to do the work of the Hero of Legend, despite literally being Just A Kid (TM) who just wanted to rescue his sister.

But, despite everything, they manage to break the cycle, as Ganondorf no longer appears in other titles situated in the Adult Timeline (neither do Hyrule, or the Triforce or the Master Sword, or most classical elements of TLOZ). By killing Ganondorf, Demise's hatred could no longer persist in the world, thus breaking the eternal cycle of death and reincarnation. But how could that happen? Sure stabbing a whole man in the head usually turns to be fatal, but that's been done before and they only managed to seal him away. Why did this time work?

I think he just gave up.

He realised he would never get Hyrule, that even when everything was at his favor (the Hero gone, the Princess at his power, the Master Sword was weakened, he even managed to get the Triforce of Courage from Link!) he still lost. He gave one last fight, but he didn't even transform to Ganon (it's only appearance is as a puppet, another symbol if he being treated as a pawn by a higher power) and after Link delivers the final blow, he accepts his fate and passes away.

Even though he's been treated as the major villain in the series, he's been as much as a pawn from the gods as the multiple Heroes and Princesses from the series. He may not have been the best man before OoT, but he was a victim of his circunstances and his initial motives where to grant his people a home where they could live in peace instead of fearing death day and night, turning into thieves just to survive. But he was corromped by anger, by revenge, by malice, and he turned the perfect vessel for Demise's curse. I think that BotW's Ganon was the same but it's been so many centuries that the man he once was can not be recognised, he's more of a beast now. But I still have hope, and now that his "mummy" has awakened, maybe we could get a more humanized version of Ganondorf instead of a simple "demon of malice". The old leader of a desert tribe who just wanted to give a better life to his people, and went too far.

I find this to be very unlikely, but not impossible. While WW's Ganondorf had it easier, as he was more collected and thoughtful, there's still the possibility that Ganondorf "awakes" from its Ganon-self and shows a bit more of characterization and his motives. Who knows, we could even break the cycle in BotW-TotK's timeline if Ganondorf refuses to continue this endless cicle of destruction and give up on Hyrule's conquest (a little more optimistic that being stabbed on the head, please and with sugar on top). But we may have to pay a big price to make it. After all, the cycle was broken in WW, but a great sacrifice was necessary...

Hyrule's destruction

#legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #wind waker #this is a mess and you're right for calling me out of this #i'm very tired ok but i can't stop rotating this like some rottiserie chicken #anyways nintendo please do something with ganondorf #acknowledge he's as much of a pawn as link and zelda #don't give us another mindless monster or evil overlord #lets put an end on this endless cycle #also i know the last bit of the post is batshit crazy #it's based on that ''tears'' could refer both as teardrops and rifts #like the whole kingdom is being teared apart #idk have this #play wind waker #let go on the past and look toward the future #drink some water #bye #also excuse my language my english is poor when i'm on no sleep #which is always

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Making amends- Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x reader (horse trainer) one shot

Summary: Tommy Shelby hires a new horse trainer. But she would do more than just train his horse, she will fix his broken relationship with Charlie and in the process, she will earn his heart.

🎂 🥳 Happy Birthday Selene! @peakypoet !!!! I hope you have a great day :)

Here is your request, I paired it with something I wanted to write for so long; fix Tommy’s relationship with Charlie after he put Dangerous to sleep.

Gif set by @thesoldiersminute ❤️‍🩹

Horse trainer inspiration in Charlotte Casiraghi

⚠️ Fluff and smut 🔥

“Mr. Shelby, the horse trainer you hired is here.” Frances announced carefully, she knew her boss’s mood could change any minute.

Tommy didn’t even lift his eyes from the papers in front of him, the smoke of his cigarette clouding around him.

It was barely past eight o clock and his glass of whiskey was almost empty. But Frances remained quiet.

“Good, you prepared one of the rooms, right? Take her to the stables, tell her to start working with the new horse right away.”

Nodding she was about to leave the room, but she used her entire courage to speak her mind.

“Mr. Shelby, Charlie refuses to leave his room.”

“He will come out Frances… eventually.” He started a new cigarette. “That’s all, you can go.”

Charlie has been struggling with the death of his precious Dangerous, he didn’t understand that the horse was poorly, that it was better to put him to sleep. It was an act of kindness to end his suffering. But Charlie still hadn’t forgiven him.

There was a knock on the door and then Ruby appeared running towards him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Tommy looked at Lizzie, he didn’t like to be interrupted and she knew that.

“Mummy says we are going to town to do some errands.”

“You do? Go and find your brother then.”

As Ruby left the office, Lizzie batted her lashes.

“I need to buy her new shoes, she’s growing so fast.”

Without a word, Tommy took a bunch of money from his pocket and handed it to her.

“She asked me the other day why we don’t live here you know?”

“Hmm.”

“Mayb-”

“I have to finish this, close the door when you leave.” Lizzie had been trying that trick for a while, but today it wasn’t her lucky day.

***

“It gets pretty cold at night, you’re going to need this.” Frances handed you a coat and offered some tea.

“Thank you, Frances.”

“Are you coming soon? Dinner is ready.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so late, I got lost in this paradise.”

“How long have you’ve been working with horses?”

“As soon as I started walking, my father worked for a family that raised them,” You admitted with a small chuckle. “What about you?” Soon, she started filling you in with some details about her and another important matters you needed to know.

Walking over to the kitchen after taking a bath, you wondered if Frances got tired of waiting for you, she seemed so polite and nice and had promised to show you how she made the apple pie that smelled so good when you arrived. But instead of finding her, you found a little boy in the middle of the stairs.

“Hello! What are you doing there?”

He seemed to study you for a while, trying to figure out if he could trust you.

“I’m Y/N, the new horse trainer.”

That seemed to cheer him up. “You like horses?”

“I love them!” But right after informing you that, he looked down, sadness in every pore.

“Oh, but why the sad face? I think Frances left some apple pie somewhere, would you like to have some with me?”

Still not excited as he seemed to be about horses, the kid offered you his small hand and guided you to the kitchen.

“My name is Charles, but you can call me Charlie.” He informed you.

“That’s a lovely name, Charlie.”

Over the slice of pie, he seemed to put his guard down and talked to you about a lot of people you had no idea who they were, you decided to avoid talk about horses because he looked so upset earlier.

“I should go to bed.” He wiped his lips with the arm of his pajamas and from the door, he looked back at you. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night Charlie.” You answered but he was already gone.

You only signed up because of the horses, you were provided with everything you might need and your salary was even higher of what you originally asked for. But suddenly you were intrigued about your employer, since the house seemed to be empty other than the maids and the kid you just met.

***

“Sorry I couldn’t call you earlier Selene, but I was unpacking and taking a look around.” You informed your sister over the phone, after having breakfast on your own.

“Well… how is it?”

“It’s a dream come true, the horses are the most beautiful creatures and-” you felt something tugging at your jacket. “I’ll call you back later, take care.” You informed her and looking down at Charlie a smile appeared immediately. “Hello Charlie.”

“I used to have a black horse, Dangerous… but my Dad shot him.” He offered you a piece of paper with a draw of a black horse and a kid.

Not knowing what to say or do, you tried to comfort him by asking him to join you at the training session, but he refused. He changed the topic and you were left with more questions than answers.

“Where’s your father Charles?” A tall woman walked towards you, eyeing you up and down.

“I don’t know. Hello Ruby!” A girl with dark hair was hiding behind the woman.

Both kids ran off and as you were about to introduce yourself to her, the woman decided to turn her back and walk away without another word. Sighing, you took your personal belongings, it was time to leave as well.

Walking to the stables, you were able to feel the peace that only horses could provide.

“Hello Mystery.” You greeted her. “Good morning Prince, you’re so handsome today. Zeus, don’t get jealous, I’ll take you for a ride later.” Taking the reins of the new girl, she needed a lot of work. As you guided her out of the stables, you came across a horse you didn’t see the previous day; Sultan.

Looking straight into the horse’s eyes, he was looking back at you and as you held his gaze, you were able to find a part of your soul that you never thought to be found. You swore that he made an almost imperceptive bow with his head, and you did the same for him. He already owned your heart.

“Would you like to use the chair Miss Y/L/N?” The man in charge of cleaning them asked.

“No, thank you I will get her to listen to my orders first.”

You knew she needed a lot of time, but she was a good girl. She was in fine shape and her potential was huge, later you would design a training plan for her. Each horse had their own personality and they couldn’t be trained in the same way, the confidence you build with a horse is the key to make the animal trust you.

Walking back to the barn you took Argo for a ride, he was impatient to go out, his energy was contagious and the two of you immediately bonded, he had a free spirit that’s why he struggled being locked in the stall.

Squeezing your legs a little, Argo understood your signal right away, at first you felt he was holding himself back, unsure if you would let him guide you, making a kiss sound he responded with a small neigh and started to gallop faster. Enjoying the freedom, you let your hair down and allowed the horse to choose the pace.

Stepping out of the house, Tommy got in his car, he had a meeting to attend in town, but it wasn’t long after the car started that he witnessed something he wasn’t ready for; an Amazonian was ridding one of his horses.

“Stop the vehicle.” He ordered his driver and startled he watched as the pair were in their element.

His eyes were fixed on the woman riding Argo, they came across a couple of bushes from Arrow House’s garden, he easily jumped and gracefully made it to the other side. Tommy could hardly blink.

Noticing the pair of eyes looking, you slowed down Argo’s pace.

“That was impressive, he didn’t follow the previous trainer’s orders.” The man admitted looking from the horse, to you.

“Argo follows the orders he wants.”

“That’s what I said to him.” He then extended his hand up, to greet you. “Tommy Shelby.”

“Mr. Shelby! Sorry I didn’t know it was you. Y/N Y/L/N.” You added shaking his hand. Frances told you a bit of him, but you found a bit strange that you didn’t get to introduce yourself on the first day, she assured you he was a busy man.

He told it wasn’t necessary to come down from the horse and instead you made Argo lift his leg and move his head down in a greeting motion.

“I’m sorry I took him for a ride, he was getting impatient.”

“It’s alright you can take them after my girl’s lessons, how’s she doing?”

You had to smile at that. “She’s a beauty, at her best moment for training.”

“Wonderful, let Frances know if you need anything Miss Y/L/N.”

Climbing into the car again, he and his driver left and you started galloping back to the stables.

It was around midday when you went back to the house. Practically empty, only filled with the noise the maids made, so you decided to learn more about what Charlie told you early that day. Frances was surprised to see you in the kitchen, but she shared a little of what the kid had told her about his horse, since that day Charlie refused to be close to any of the horses and he and Tommy weren’t speaking to each other and practically, she was in charge of him all the time. According to her, her boss was suffering as well even though he chose to not show it.

Your heart shattered thinking about what a small kid like him had been through losing his mother so soon and the confusion over his father putting his horse to sleep.

“Charlie needs his father.”

“And his father needs him,” Frances agreed, “but I am no one to tell anything.”

——

Over the curse of the following week you kept working with the new horse and Charlie had warmed up to you, he was constantly looking for you, he had a lot of questions about the horses and you realized he was only trying to get some love and comfort. You had only seen Mr. Shelby once or twice while riding one of the horses as well.

One night when you heard a car approaching, you decided to come out from your room and wandered around, watching Mr. Shelby enter his office.

Knocking on the door, after letting him know it was you, you showed him the plan you had designed for his horse, he seemed pleased by it and after a small talk over horses in general, he offered you a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t think that’d be appropriate Mr. Shelby.” Drinking with your boss was totally off limits, plus he was a taken man, or at least you thought do even though his relationship with Ruby’s mum was a bit strange, you’ve heard the gossips the maids shared around. They weren’t officially married but fucked from time to time.

“If it’s me offering you a drink, then it’s alright Miss. Y/L/N.”

Thanking him, you sipped on the drink cautiously, still thinking it was a bad idea. He was dangerously attractive.

“Do you have a name for the horse?”

“Not yet, but I’m open to hear suggestions.” He leaned on his chair behind his desk and tilted his head to the side.

“I think Charlie could be really helpful, he loves to draw horses and he’s always imagining names and stories.” You explained with a smile, the kid surely found a way to your heart.

Looking at the hurt in his eyes over the thought of his son, you decided it was time to go to your room, but first you had to ask him for something. “Mr. Shelby I would like to ask your permission to take Charlie for a ride one of these days, I think he could use the comfort of the horses again.” You tried to convince him. “Or if you don’t trust me with your son, perhaps with all due respect… you could take him for a ride.”

“You mean to compensate for the terrible father I am?” His eyes were lost in the glass of whiskey he was holding, his voice a mere whisper.

Thinking you screwed over, you tried to fix your words. “No, that’s not what I meant… sorry. I-”

One of the maids interrupted your apology announcing she brought him tea and you took that opportunity to leave his office after feeling like you stepped on the line.

Tommy kept looking at the door even though you had already left.

In the last couple of days, Frances informed him that Charlie had been in quiet good spirits and cheerful playing with you once you finished your training lessons, she even heard the boy ask you once if he could watch the session one day.

“Mr. Shelby did you hear me?” The maid asked as she slipped down her uniform to her hips, her breasts on display in front of him.

Tommy’s eyes barely registered her nudity. “Pick up your clothes and get out Susan.”

“But-” Confused the maid looked at him, she had been the object of his pleasure since Lizzie got pregnant with Ruby, apart from cleaning the house, she had been sneaking into his office on a daily basis. She knew sometimes Lizzie took her place, but she didn’t mind, she didn’t feel bad because they weren’t married.

His eyes were hostile when he looked at her, no more words were needed, his orders were clear.

Thinking about your words, he felt guilty for allowing the distance between the two of them to get bigger, he missed those days when Charlie would lie against his chest, completely fast asleep, when his little hands reached for his embrace. Closing his eyes, the memories hit him hard.

Could he build a bridge back to his son? He wanted to, but he didn’t know how to do it.

Walking upstairs, he decided to check on Charlie first, opening the door slowly, Tommy was surprised to find you laying on top of the covers with his boy, a book on your lap and Charlie’s head resting against your chest.

As he approached the bed he realized the book had information about different kind of horses and their characteristics.

The heartache making it hard to breathe. When was the last time he tucked his son to bed?

When was the last time he heard his boy’s laugh?

Feeling anger against himself for abandoning his son like that, he had to fight the tears. He knew he was failing Charlie terribly, not only for putting his horse to sleep, but in every possible way. He was growing up, he knew now some of the things he did.

Tommy allowed his eyes to travel from your legs hugged by the tight beige riding pants, up to your torso concluding on your features; delicate and feminine.

He was aware that it took a kind soul to find the way to the heart of a horse.

And he had to admit that after taking in this scene, you also had won your way to his son’s heart.

Taking a blanket he covered the two of you.

But who was he trying to fool?

---

Making a high ponytail, you wanted to go out and ride one of the horses.

After spending most of the morning adjusting the new horse plan and answering a letter your sister Selene sent you, your soul needed the freedom.

But as you were crossing the hall, Charlie found you and Tommy intercepted you.

“Would you like to have lunch with us?” He pulled at your hand.

Surprised, you couldn’t think of a reasonable lie, you couldn’t explain to him that an employee didn’t sit at the same table as them.

“You can’t say no to him.” Tommy smiled at you, pleased with Charlie’s idea. You looked beautiful.

As Charlie guided you to the dining table, Tommy’s eyes went straight your bum, the black pants seemed to be made for you, hugging every curve perfectly, the swing of your hips cause more damage of what he would like to admit.

Over lunch, a lot of laughs were exchanged, it had to be one of the happiest times, Tommy couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed a meal like this. For the first time, there weren’t any complains, no nagging. Pure simple joy.

“So Charlie boy, Y/N says you have a couple of ideas for a name.”

Charlie looked up at you, insecure to share a name with his father. Tommy winked at you.

“Go on Charlie, it’s a beautiful name.”

“I think you should name her Pepper.” And then, he went on to explain all of the reasons why he had chosen that name.

Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden interest his son was showing over the new horse. Looking at you, you were practically drooling over at Charlie. And Tommy admitted to himself he had never felt more at ease before.

Hitting his hand over the table, Tommy declared: “Pepper it is.” Earning a round of applauses from you and an unexpected hug by Charlie. You saw him kissing the top of his head, so full of emotions.

“Would you like to see Pepper later Charlie?”

“Can I go Dad?”

Tommy then swallowed hard, his son was back and all thanks to you.

“Yes, you can go son.”

“Why don’t you join us Tommy?” The three of you agreed to meet in an hour at the stables, since Tommy had some calls to do first.

“How are you doing today Miss Y/N?” Richard, Tommy’s driver greeted you once you stepped out of the house.

He was older than you and at first you thought he was trying to be polite, but his insistence was starting to get awkward, he asked personal questions, invaded your personal space and made you feel uncomfortable. Specially because you never showed him any kind of interest.

“It’s going good, thanks.”

“If you need me to drive you anywhere, I can do it, I-I’ve the keys of the car.” He pointed at the Bentley parked. “To the shops, the pictures…” He tried to brush his hand on your arm.

This wasn’t the first time he offered to drive you around, he lived on the staff headquarters and on his free time he was constantly following you to the stables.

You didn’t know, but Tommy watched the scene from his window office, his blood reaching boiling point in record time. Were you having an affair with his driver?

“Charlie c’mon.”

“I can’t find my boots!” He complained from the top of the stairs.

“If you ain’t here by three, you go on your own.” Tommy was pacing around like a lion in a cage.

“You said you’d wait for me!”

They were washing Pepper when you entered the stables, so wandering around, you decided to take Sultan for the first time, he seemed so relaxed and you had never mounted him. He wasn’t unlike the rest of the horses, he exuded respect, elegance, demeanor. His black coat and hair shone naturally. Getting used to each other, you liked the way he felt.

Tommy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you riding Sultan, no one touched that horse, he was wild and didn’t obey instructions, but he seemed to be letting you guide him. Perhaps he had finally found his owner after all this time.

Two things happened simultaneously; his stupid driver decided to drive the Bentley straight to you and Sultan, honking the car and Charlie stormed off through the field in your direction.

His earlier surprise was overshowed with worry as Sultan reared up.

Watching the majestic horse get up in two legs was a spectacle, but he was deadly worried he would get Charlie hurt or that you could fall.

“Charlie, get back here!” He went after his son, his heart up in his throat.

You rushed down from the horse to walk over them.

You were scared to death after watching Tommy pacing around his office for the tenth time scolding you for riding Sultan without his permission. He held Charlie right on time before anything could happen and you were practically flying, but Sultan never tried to be a threat for you or Charlie for the matter.

He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you were sitting close to the fireplace, still unsure if you were shaking by the cold or by the events of the day. Especially when he had been raising his voice at you.

“And you are going to tell me, that you fell in love with that fucking driver?”

Really? Couldn’t he not tell he was the one you had fallen in love with? First his horses stole your heart, then Charlie and finally him.

“When you hired me, you never mentioned I had forbidden to be involved with someone.”

“That’s enough!” He slammed his hand on his desk.

“Why do you care so much Mr. Shelby?” You knew you should shut the fuck up, but even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop the words coming out now. “Why? I’m confused.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” He barely whispered leaning his palms against his desk.

Thinking of you in his driver’s arms drove him crazy. But admitting it would make him seem weak.

“Perhaps it’s you the one who can’t understand.” You could tell he had trouble showing his feelings for his own son, you couldn’t imagine him starting to develop feelings for you. How could a man like him fall in love with someone like you? But why was he so mad at the possibility of a romance with his driver then? Why bother with all of those winks, smiles, subtle touches on your arms?

Disappointed because he couldn’t be honest not only to you, but to himself, you decided it was all too much, you had fallen for him and you knew you wouldn’t be anything else than his horse trainer.

After all he had the mother of his other child to warm his bed or one of the maids that loved to let the world know she was his mistress.

“I’m terribly sorry, I never wanted to put Charlie in danger.” Looking down, you were about to say something that destroyed you completely. “I think it’s best for me to leave the horse trainer position as soon as possible.”

It was a mistake to fall for him.

“I’m not talking about Charlie, yes it was a scary moment.” He exhaled sharply. “You want to quit so you can go after that driver? Ey?”

Why was he demanding explanations, when Susan the maid had made clear she had been sneaking into his office every night, you saw her the other day. The thought of his hands on her body, pleasuring her made you miss something you would never get.

“Why not? You think only you get everything you want by just clicking your fingers? Anywhere, at any moment.” You had to bite the inside of your cheeks.

“Is that what you think?” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t always get what I want.”

I’m not getting you, for example.

“Right and I’m going to believe that.”

“The woman I want is slipping through my fingers, we can’t be together.” The intensity of his eyes made you tremble.

“Because I’m just a horse trainer?” Perhaps you were two worlds apart.

“You don’t know me at all, Y/N.”

“Oh, and do you even know yourself?”

“I used to clean up horse shit for a few coins, before all of this happened.” He moved his hand around to point at the room.

There were a lot of things holding him back. Fear taking a tool on him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Like he had hurt his son.

“Fine it’s all said then.” You were hurting already anyways.

Walking around his desk, he didn’t give you time to walk out of his office, with one hand he slammed the door shut while the other one held you by the waist. Pressed between the heavy door and his hard body you hardly had time to breathe before his lips found yours with all the desire and passion he had inside.

His lips where demanding and desperate.

Titling his head to the side, you answered his kiss with the same force, noses crashing when he moved his head to the other side.

Just as his tongue was about to invade your mouth, your heard Charlie calling your name outside his office.

“But Frances, will you help me find her?” You heard the maid’s voice and steps fading away.

Pulling away breathlessly, lips swollen by the intensity, Tommy kept his eyes on your mouth while he tried to think straight.

“I-I better go with him now.” Nervously, your hands touched your hair.

Confused and altered by the kiss, you found Charlie in the family room.

“Why are you crying Y/N?”

“Because… I was scared of you getting hurt.”

Charlie hugged your legs. “But Sultan didn’t even scare me.”

“Ask Frances to warm you some milk.” You needed to be alone.

Calling your sister, you told her of your decision to leave your job and asked Selene if you could stay with her for a couple of days. Your feelings for Tommy were stronger than you, but there was no point on staying here.

Frances heard your conversation and even though she didn’t want to get into trouble, she decided to inform Mr. Shelby that his driver had been harassing you, you trusted her with the issue before and she liked you and she noticed a big change in Charlie.

Tommy was beyond angry when he heard Frances concerns about his driver, he was fired now. But his humor didn’t get much better when Lizzie arrived, walking in as if she was Mrs. Shelby to boss around.

“Frances put Ruby to sleep please.”

“What do you need Lizzie?” He ran a cigarette over his lips.

Instead of giving him an answer, Lizzie walked around his desk. “It’s been so long.” Her dark red nails running against his tights.

“Not now, Lizzie.” His hands stopped any sign of affection from her. “Not ever.”

She blinked at him, the weakest man rejecting her. That was a low blow.

“From now on, the only relationship we have is over Ruby, nothing else.”

Looking over the window, Lizzie crossed her arms. “Is it the horse trainer?”

Tommy shot her a long look.

“I saw you looking at her when she was riding your horse the other day. And Charlie can’t stop talking about her.”

But he made a mistake and now you wanted to leave… there was only one way to get to you; Charlie.

———

You wanted to leave without looking back, to make things easier. But Charlie stormed into your room early, pulling at your covers to drag you out of bed.

“Y/N come to the stables! I have a surprise for you.”

“Charlie I can’t”

“Pleaaaase, please! It’ll be quick!”

He allowed you to have a short shower and he appeared again on your bedroom when you were about to put on your riding boots to hurry you up.

“Coming!” But you were left alone because he ran off back to the stables.

Walking in you found Tommy holding Sultan and Pepper, both horses wearing a ribbon.

“I realized I was scared because I finally found the woman who could tame me… just like you tamed these beasts.” Tommy walked between the horses and gave Charlie the reins to Sultan. “I’m sorry about my driver I didn’t know he had been bothering you, I was jealous.”

You looked down.

“You like him, Y/N? He’s yours!” Charlie smiled at you, showing off his teeth.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Tommy spoke again. “You showed me that I was pulling the reins too tight…” one quick glance over Charlie and you understood what he meant, he was caressing Pepper on the muzzle, his cigarette hanging from his mouth. “that love and patience can do wonders on those we love the most… and that sometimes, the beast needs to be tamed. And it’s alright too as long as he has the rider to lead him the way.”

His eyes on yours while he spoke, he only took them away from you to look at Charlie.

“I’m sorry about Dangerous son, he was a good horse. You’re now the owner of Pepper, she’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as you saw the two of them sharing a hug, a tight one, those that makes you hold your breath.

“Can we go for a ride?” Charlie couldn’t stop smiling.

Holding his son by the shoulders, both of them were looking at you.

“What do you say, Y/N?”

The pair had identical smiles, adorable pouts that made it impossible to say no. Charlie not only dressed just like his father, he was his mini version. So you could only nod and smile back at them. Tommy helped Charlie to sit on the saddle and then walked over you.

“This is just an excuse to be close to you, but I’m sure you already know that.” He winked while holding Sultan for you.

“Tommy what are you doing?”

“Making amends.” He declared holding his gaze, truth in every word.

“Are we going or what?” Charlie asked trying to get Pepper to move.

“He’s worse than you.” You declared with a chuckle.

“You think you know, but you have no idea.” Tommy laughed and pressed his calves on Pepper.

“That’s not fair!” You did the same and Sultan immediately matched them.

Somewhere between the ride, Charlie wanted to go with you, so Tommy helped him switch horses, pleasing him.

It was a beautiful moment he would cherish forever. The simplicity of a ride in the quiet field, listening to his son endless talk, the subtle glances and smiles the two of you shared… he didn’t need anything else.

“It’s been a while since I was out ridding by the river.” Coming down from Pepper, Tommy went on to bring his son down. “Go and find Frances, ask her to prepare breakfast for us.” He instructed Charlie before he turned to help you down as well. His hands on your waist, yours on his shoulder, the proximity of your bodies started to warm up your souls.

His lips linked with yours in a slow pace.

“You’re making me feel things I never knew I could feel, Y/N.” He whispered against your mouth while his hands caressed your back. “Please stay with us, the horses love you, Charlie is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.”

You were only meant to train his horse for a few months. But you never expected to start developing feelings for him. He started undoing the bow of your scarf.

“And what about you, Tommy?” Your eyes closed involuntarily as he started kissing the exposed skin of your neck.

Pulling apart from you just what was strictly necessary, he looked into your eyes to admit: “I’m yours.”

That was all you needed.

Giving into the desire, you let him guide you inside one of the empty stalls, your back against the wall while one of his hands lifted your leg and he grinded his hips to show you how much he wanted you. He was desperately trying to get you out of your equestrian attire, the heat of the moment increasing.

Sitting on the hay, he kneeled in front of you to take off your riding boots, he broke one of the details on the side in the process out of desperation.

“Sorry, I’ll get you a new pair.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but caress his face with your hand.

Holding his cheeks between your hands you leaned in to kiss him one more time.

Standing up again you wriggled your hips to take of your riding pants and underwear in one fluid motion while Tommy placed his coat and your jacket over the hay in an attempt of bed.

Lips finding their way together one more time, while your hands ran up and down his chest.

“Open your legs for me.” He pleaded right after his mouth found one of your breasts and he started to give all his full attention, as you felt the pleasure increasing, his hand found your most intimate body part and his fingers traced slow circles over your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

Tommy realized you didn’t need much preparation as your center was taking his fingers so well, but he enjoyed way too much the sounds coming out from your mouth so he stopped right when he felt you were close of the point of no return and withdrawing his fingers he started an agonizing slow torture of kisses on your neck.

“Tommy.” Holding onto his neck, you tried to move your hips to get something, but he moved his body back, your eyes flew open to start a demand as you felt the pleasure slip away from you.

You felt a mischievous smile against your jaw and before you could start complaining, the tip of his cock found your entrance. And it was like if he was pouring gasoline into a fire.

Your body welcomed him immediately and each time he pulled back you groaned in discontent at the feeling of emptiness. Until he moved back all the way in.

Feeling the muscles of his neck and arms flexed under your hands, you were lost in a state of ecstasy.

“You feel so good around me, Y/N.” He finished each thrust with a firm snap, hitting places inside of you that you didn’t even know they existed.

Pulling him down for a kiss, you pushed one hand on his chest, to make him lay back on his coat, once you switched positions so he was comfortably under your body, you started moving your hips forward and backwards, riding him, securing your hips around his.

“Right there, Tommy.” Holding onto his chest for support, you saw him close his eyes.

“Look at me.” You pleaded, and when his eyes found yours, he couldn’t help but think how fucking gorgeous you looked.

“My Amazonian.” He was completely lost in you. With a groan, he straightened his back and took a seating position while you were still riding him.

Sneaking his hand between your bodies, he found the point where your bodies connected and pressing his digits a little, he sent you over the edge, making you lose control while you moaned his name. He followed you right after.

Opening your eyes after your orgasm subsided, you found him looking at you with a satisfied expression.

“Oh Tommy, that was…”

“Yeah.” He brought your forehead to his, trying to make the moment last forever.

You kissed him while his hands were on your back to keep you close.

“We better go back to the house.”

After getting dress, you found Charlie walking back to the stables. “What’s taking you so long?!” He complained.

“Sorry, it’s my fault I was keeping her busy riding-” you shoved Tommy on the ribs.

“Charlie?”

The kid looked up at you, then at his father.

“What would you say if I tell you that Y/N is staying with us forever?” Tommy couldn’t hide his happiness any longer.

Charlie’s smile was everything, he ran towards the two of you kissing your cheeks. “You have hay in your hair, Y/N.” He pulled some from between your hair.

“What are you? A detective?” Tommy placed him down. “Let’s see how fast you can run.”

Tommy found some more at the other side of your head. Then, taking your hand to walk by his side to the house, the two of you shared one more kiss on the steps, his hands on your face, he didn’t say it, but in his eyes you could see how grateful he was for helping him get his son back.

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Just Another Day in Hades...(Requiem of the Survivors Event React II)

Now wait a min! If you're seeing this first, go here ->

Already saw it? coooolll proceed~ TW://mentions of child abuse/experimentation

Still have some snacks left? Great. Cause we're trucking on the part twooo We left off where Levi is about to tell his nobles about his past, and while we don't get the full story, we do get a glimpse of what happened between them. Because I mean, look how excited Foras is about learning more about his majesty-

That face <3

So Barb and Glas are talking briefly about how they wouldn't have guessed Orias was around the same age as Levi because the more powerful the devil is, the less they age (i guess in appearance which is why they have elderly-looking devils in Hell too)

I feel like this scene there'd be like a little struggle for him not to laugh just like one of those soft "oh these guys" kinda moment ya know? I prefer this Levi. I can like this Levi.

He begins his lore, talking about how horrible it was at the 'farm'. The angels were quite frankly experimenting on children and left some of them in the worst of sorts. Levi even mentions that he and the others envied the dead devils because at least they didn't have to be there.

So what's going on with Orias is that he was found already pretty "old" but more mummy-like in appearance, devils never get to that point in the first place without dying so you know this was pretty bad. He sounds like he could barely move or breathe or even think at that point. He then goes into detail about his encounter with Orias one time.

Levi was the only one who survived other than Orias, so his strength was already recognized. The angels were being fucking disgusting toward the children and it was unknown how many of them there were. The story continues about how Levi felt staring at Orias and how he had a feeling of relating, wanting to be hopeful that they'll all get out of this somehow alive with the will to live. This small non-verbal connection they shared was pretty deep for Levi and he swore he'd see him again someday. Then that day happened, where the big fire mentioned in Chapter 5 broke out and the children escaped. As his peers held off the angels the best they could Levi ran and he encountered the monster and made a deal with it. The monster being that tentacle thing that comes out of the ground during his ultimate attack btw.

So after Levi makes the contract it turns out that Orias was helping fend off the angels (now imagine these are demon children, mostly lower-ranking it seems other than Orias and Levi who are obviously stronger than most. but they are fending themselves against full adult angels. this is heavy) Then something happens while Levi is trying to help Orias escape with him, and Orias gets stabbed by an angel. At first all seems lost and Levi loses it and starts choking the angel that did it, and Orias is still alive! He lets him get his revenge by handing the angel over to him and he starts ripping his chest open. at this point in the story we see the hades bois reacting and Foras was like on the edge of his seat. all of them are so cute i swear.

The story continues and this is where the first sight of the angel's soul is seen by Orias and Levi and everyone else in the 'farm'. Orias swallows it and recognizes that his wrinkles are smooth. He utters the phrase "thank you for the meal" which I wasn't sure if directed toward the angel itself or Levi, but either way it seemed he was strong enough to help him fight. Levi further explains that he and Orias were separated though, and they didn't escape together. He wasn't sure if Orias stayed behind due to being caught or if he defeated the angels, but this event didn't make them comrades in the end. When Orias looks at Levi, his mouth is smiling but his eyes aren't. I'm wondering that even if Levi didn't do anything bad to Orias, he went crazy eating all of those angel souls, but then got himself a new obesession...

He simply just wants to eat Levi. That's it. No grudges, no hard feelings, he just wants to eat his soul and that's the end of it. Now the bois are trying to wrap their head around why Levi is just pleased by it. Including Foras being like "I would never do that, but I get it Orias...I get it." and then fucking Glas-

Sir, really? Lmao Plans for Hades domination let's go.

But then after all that stuff is going about, Orias starts shit again with trying to assassinate Levi and fails ofc. Literally tried to stab him and everything. Our Hades bois come through and protect Levi but also ya know humbling themselves and being like "he doesn't need us but we're happy to defend him anyway because it's what we're supposed to do" and Glas is still over here doing his "i'm overthrowing the king someday" threats and it's crazy to me. In the mean time though, Orias pitches a fit that he wasn't able to decapitate Levi. (sheesh) "I want just one bite, just one wah wah wah wah" Like goodness. I can hear him now complaining. Glas even questions this behavior because he's like...there ain't no way you're doing this on purpose...and well yeah I mean think about it his childhood was robbed, nothing but trauma, he gets to actually whine about something now and be childish so why not even if he is hundreds/thousands of years old.

Levi makes a good point, but Orias protests and says that he would in fact kill him in front of everyone, but he gets jealous seeing his nobles surround him. (Barb thinks he's a liar though)

And see? Levi pays him no mind at all, just brushes him off as if he was just being extra for no reason and wasn't trying to kill him just then.

So while he's watching Levi leave...he's being a little weirdo and thinking about how his soul tastes. Only he can see the color of Levi's soul and smell it. Foras tries to distract him and be like "So uh shouldn't you just stick to eating angel souls?" And Orias is like "silly child, why would I do that?" as if he isn't the 'child' here.

Orias goes to explain though that he's still aging, not on the outside but inside and he's pretty much anticipating that death is near for him based on that alone. And that within the week, if he hasn't consumed a single angel soul he'd be useless. Foras though keeps prying and asking why not just eat a stronger angel since the ranks have different strengths, he even suggests to go for a seraphim angel, and Orias just goes "when the best dessert is in front you why go for the sugar?" basically he's not going for the basic shit, he wants the premium. Levi is premium pickings to him. (it's funny how Barb was like YUP makes sense) And Orias mentions that monster that swallows heaven that Levi made a contract with. I wonder then if Orias is only after Levi because he'd also gain something from that monster too? Idk maybe he just mentioned it just cause.

And after that Orias tries his bullshit again, which he's able to because Levi rarely leaves the palace unless he really has to (why is he me) Either trying to cut his head off and he even tried to fucking bite him like ʕTᴥT ʔ And Levi is just over here laughing it up. Foras even starts thinking something weird is going on and Glas and Barb are chillin' on it. For different reasons...lol Glas being like "hes unpleasantly powerful" and Barb being like "Orias is only a noble it's cool." Foras is the only one who cares as much T^T But a new development happens with Orias trying to test Levi

He just sorta picks him up and throws him outside of his room just casually lol

Barb is asking the hard questions when no one will....

And here we go the bois hanging except Foras once again for trying to speak about what to do about Orias's behavior.

I'm crying, fucking Glas and Barb are having a great time so Levi doesn't wanna hang them anymore. Foras even is over there secretly wishing he was strung up too but he also feels special because Levi didn't do so. lol Levi explains that he doesn't kill Orias because if it weren't for his help back at the farm, then there would be no him to begin with. And that it's pretty much insulting for them to think he needs to be worried for.

Foras chimes in that it's presumptuous to think so and Glas is like

because didn't he just say He and Barb were being too casual and not worrying about Levi was bad? Thanks my guy. Lol But he does make a point that if Orias really wanted his head, he'd summon his coffin first. And with that being said the nobles kinda just wander off from Levi and Glas starts ranting again about how it's unfair how Levi is pretty, has a miserable past, yadda ya and Foras is like "aye not too much on my majesty, now" and Glas straight up ignores him. We notice though that someone is missing. Sure Levi threw him out of the room but huh...seems susssss

AND SUS INDEED CAUSE WHAT turns out our little fucking brat of a devil is out here scheming and plottin' with a fucking angel to take down Levi. It seems tho that the angel is kinda skeptical about the noose but -

yeah Levi never uses it on him, so he has nothing to fear. But this is where I was like REALLY THO? Come on now T^T So it leads into Levi reading a letter that Orias sent, and it explains that other devils survived the incident that day and one of them wants to meet up but out of sight because he's scarred and ugly. It appears at first that Levi is gonna take the bait. And we get to see the angel he's teaming up with!

Ah so this is one. Tbh I think he looks better in his disguise as a devil. if you all remember from the group photo of the Cherubs, he's the one with the burn mark and blonde hair so it seems Orias didn't have to do much to disguise him, he even changed his smell. Which is fucking wild to me.

Orias is fucking lying bro this is not gonna work lmao

Lmao dude came strapped. And Orias is like "foreal?" and that's how I know he's lying to this angel because why would he care about how many reinforcements he brought with him? unless he's up to somethingggg. Screenshot limit AGAIN? UGHISFOISNFLKSFNS here goes a third post then lovelies

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lunar-years · 8 months

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what are your headcanons about tartt sr’s abuse? did it start when jamie was a teenager? was he always physically violent with jamie and maybe georgie too?

the s3 the finale is so disrespectful to georgie now that i think about it

Hi! This ones not super easy to answer because i think the show leaves the specifics largely up for interruption. My own thoughts on it are all over the map (and often change). I can basically see a lot of different avenues to getting to what we see play out in Man City, and I've seen a lot of differing thoughts on this topic; to be honest I find myself nodding along to most all of them even though all of them could definitely not coexist in the same universe, lol. So this is far from set in stone in my mind but here are my (once again quite long oops) general thoughts on how it might have gone (obviously TW for discussion of abuse below the cut):

the abuse canonically did start when Jamie was a teenager, because we know the Amsterdam trip happened when he was 14; whether the abuse also took the form of physical violence at that age I'm less certain, but I lean towards the bulk of that coming later. At this stage James was still in his "Stand Up Father" routine

I think the early relationship when James Tartt Sr. first came back into Jamie's life would've been a lot of false promises and the "Fun Dad" shtick Jamie describes when talking about Amsterdam. We also know James tried to get Georgie back at least once, and the way I interpreted the tone in which that was said was that the trip was neither the first nor the last time that happened. I kind of headcanon that James was in and out of rehab during that time, swearing to do better, making the same mistakes, rinse and repeat

Jamie's thoughts on James were a jumble of juxtapositions. James could always sweet-talk getting them an extra scoop of ice cream for free at the shop, he took Jamie to City matches and showed up all the time with cool or expensive gifts his mum could never afford - official kits and the like. He taught Jamie "life skills" like picking locks and petty crime tricks that, to a 12 year old were fucking cool! On the other hand he was also taking Jamie to pubs and making him try beer when he was like, 12 or 13. He made Jamie hang out with him and his friends - who were crude and brash and kind of scary. He arranged for Jamie to lose his virginity in Amsterdam because it was "past time for him to grow up and be a man."

All of those latter things made Jamie at best uncomfortable, but they were always balanced by the fun stuff. The good stuff. The problem was he never knew which version of his dad he was going to get on any given day, so he could never prepare for it.

I think the physical violence started off "small" - shaking his shoulder aggressively, keeping an ironclad grip on the back of Jamie's neck, etc. When he hit Jamie the first time he showed up the next day with a grand apology. He always used "getting too drunk" as his excuse and said "it won't happen again" and Jamie always believed him until the next time, because it really didn't happen that often, and anyway the bruises were never anything he couldn't keep hidden from Mummy and the teachers at school.

there were maybe one or two "Bad Times" when James "lost control" (in his own later words) and got Very Violent with Jamie whilst he was still a teenager. These are the times when Jamie learned how to hide substantial injuries and bruises from his team, his coaches, etc. and stared at his Roy Kent hoping by some miracle for the man to come out of it and save him.

I also think this is an instance where a young Jamie might have ~fought back~ and/or purposely said things to provoke his father, only to then have the resulting beat-down framed as a "punishment" by James, which scared him shitless (because canon Jamie does not seem afraid of most anything, but he is definitely terrified of his dad and that came from somewhere) and effectively prevented him fighting back in future. These occasions very much stand out as formative in his memory because the violence was so not constant at that time; the biggest thing to me is that James was incredibly inconsistent and that was part of his manipulation. Jamie started wondering if he was somehow at fault for the abuse, if it was his failure to be good that caused his dad to hurt him.

"say goodnight son..." when he goes to kill Beard with a lead pipe sure says a lot. I think that level of beating on Jamie and physically abusing him really began when Jamie was an adult playing for Man City. Both before he comes to Richmond and after he is sent back to Manchester in s1. He "restrained" himself during the season, to keep Jamie fit enough to play. But the off season has been a historically bad time for Jamie.

this is the timeframe where I think Jamie has a very tense relationship with his mother and isn't really talking to her about anything, let alone James. The distance between them started when he was teenager keeping secrets, worsened when she began things with Simon, and are by this point at an all time low, and he's fallen back on his father, spending more time with him than ever. He's essentially isolated himself from any support system and this is when things are really very Bad.

As for Georgie -

yes, i do imagine she also suffered from James abuse, though I don't think the abuse would have looked exactly the same for her as for Jamie

I think the bulk of it was emotional/verbal abuse. I can very much see James yammering on about he'd "never hit a woman." meanwhile he's spewing constant vitriol about her, calling her a bad mother, calling her slurs, and of course beating on their kid. But (in his warped brain) slapping Jamie around isn't the same as slapping Georgie around, because Jamie should be "able to take it" and "be a man." Just all kinds of ickiness exuding from that man.

"your father is never, ever going to change" is definitely the consensus (to me) of a woman who has been deeply manipulated by James in past and let down herself by his false promises. i would not be surprised if she HAD gotten back together with James once when Jamie was a teenager and he was on a longer sobriety stint from rehab.

I do think Georgie knew on some level that Jamie was being abused but I also really believe she did not realize the full extent. Jamie kept secrets from her (Amsterdam included). Georgie sensed there were secrets, but didn't poke into them, in part because of her own james-related trauma and in part for paralyzing fear of what she'd find if she looked deeper. It was easier to believe Jamie was still telling her only truths. So she comforted him the best ways she knew how, and she did her best to limit the time Jamie spent with James, but Jamie adamantly always wanted to see his dad, and she had to work so often and couldn't always be around to monitor him, and what was she to do, in the end?

Jamie does tell Georgie all of it after they repair their relationship circa/post s2/s3, and the resulting bond is stronger than ever.

#i think it is telling that jamie lets ted's advice in Mom City override his mother's #for the record I think his mother is right. and I think jamie does know she's right. but he still can't bring himself to act on her advice.#because if he does then it's really over and he's always going to have a shit dad and that's never going to change ever #if he follows ted's advice though...well there's still a chance isn't there?#and the part of him that is still 13 watching a City game with his Dad and his Dad let him get any snacks he wanted! any at all!#and they're laughing! and his Dad is telling him that's gonna be him down there one day on the pitch and his voice is all pride.#yeah...that part of Jamie. That part of him still wants to believe in that chance.#which is tragic but also says something about how resilient and inherently hopeful Jamie is.#jamie tartt #james tartt sr.#georgie tartt #asks #tw abuse #tw child abuse #ted lasso

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bunny-hoodlum · 2 months

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Sharing this because I feel like it. ☺️ The first 900+ words of Idle Hands (rewrite) so far. 🥹 In case you didn't catch previous now deleted post, I gave up on the 'stressful childhood' direction. Now it's more of a retelling, but I'm still calling it a rewrite. This Naruto is interesting imo. Ahhhh, I hope I'm doing this right? I guess bear with me here. Contradictions may be inevitable, Idk. So, he falls under the Obliviously Evil trope this time around. I'm shooting for 'cheerful yet stressed (traumatized) and actually secretly crazy'. Doesn't fit the standard Dark Naruto depiction, so I can't really say one way or another which he leans the closest to. 😭 He hasn't broken yet, but he's going to get there, so we'll see. 🤭 Hope this instills some hype! :3 Becuz I'm making progress babyyyy~🎵

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Idle Hands (2024)

Pairings: NaruHina, eventual NaruHinaSasu

Smut, Freeuse, Dacryphilia

cw: toxic behavior, dubcon, ijime

Summary: There's nothing to do in the sticks. There's even less to do when you're on probation. There's even less than that when: Your dad is the most popular man in town/You've been raised to be a boy and are invisible when you try to be a girl/When your exciting city boy lifestyle has been taken from you.

Or when two losers and a fuckboy choose all the worst ways to have fun. Not that one of them had much of a choice.

There in the middle of an overgrown clearing sat a rusted, abandoned car, wheel-less and sitting atop four cement bricks. The dense forest trees towered in the distance, their foliage deep green and billowing in the wind. Beneath the car, you can follow the remnants of a gravel path out of the clearing, towards an abandoned auto factory – you know, when having an auto factory way the fuck out here somehow made sense. Back before the bubble burst when everything went to shit. But what does he know? He was only six when it happened. Not like that shit ain’t affecting him well into the Y2K or anythin’.

Naruto lounged in the backseat with a nudie magazine and a sage green quilted blanket over his lap, his cheeky eyes devouring the curvaceous models on the pages. Oiled up, lips spread, pouty eyes peering and pleading for his cock.

He nudged his toe in the soft belly beneath the blanket, or maybe he threw it a little harder than he meant to, forcing a slight cough from her throat as her mouth retreated from his cock after gagging.

The blanket rose up from his lap.

“Hey, I didn’t say ‘stop’.” He cupped the back of her head and forced her lips to press against the underside of his rigid girth, teeth sliding and catching against his tender flesh. When the wet, warm vacuum pull of her mouth around his cock returned, he settled back into place, flipping pages like he was reading the newspaper.

Green eyes stared back at him. Earnest, yet cold. White skin framed by black hair. Her tits squished together in a string bikini as she bent forward, her arms crossed underneath their swell.

Shizuka. Didn't matter that she was twenty-four and he was sixteen. There were plenty of ways he could ruin her that life hasn't yet.

His breath quickened, shallow quiet pants puffing past his lips.

Her rich green eyes were growing on him.

Maybe his first girlfriend will have green eyes. If only.

Women like them didn’t exist out here. Not in this dying town of theirs, where their only market street was rows of shuttered-up shops, their storefronts heavily tagged and dirty with runny rust-stains.

Dsy by day, this place was turning into an old person’s home. Or a fucking casket.

Day by day he passed by a chain-smoking mummy, half-deaf and half-blind yet still nosy enough to cuss him out. Every day those same disapproving stares like he was some kind of disease, some kind of curse.

He wanted a woman like Shizuka. He wanted softness like hers to make him forget. He wanted eyes like hers fixed on him in every mundane context, like two lovers, their names signed on the lease just the day before. He wanted her silent worship.

God, he couldn’t wait to get out of here. Couldn’t wait to get a taste of real women.

He was wasting his fucking youth here. His mind too, not that anyone believed he had much of one to begin with.

He imagined someone beautiful, someone way, way, way out of his league taking him inside her, wanting him more than anyone else inside her. She would rewrite his entire history in a single night.

Excitement arced up his spine as pleasure pooled in his groin, building and building–

Naruto grabbed the back of her head. He thrusted into her hot, slimy throat, ignoring her startled whines, the gagging convulsions tightening around his invasive cockhead.

“Gotta train your throat again, huh, Hinata? C’mon, just endure it. I ‘ppreciate you not playing with other dudes while I was away, but you’ve really gotten sloppy. But that’s fine, too, actually. It’s kinda cute.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes, surrendering to the soft, clinging sensations thrumming around his cock. He was melting against her devoted tongue, so persistent to please him no matter what as she licked and laved the ridgid underside with broad sweeps that left echoes of each across his turgid flesh.

Knock knock knock!

A rhythmic tapping on the glass beside his head startled the lewd occupants and Naruto threw his toe into her stomach again.

He lowered the nudie magazine atop her head and turned his face out the window.

Bent over at the hip stood the thorn in his side that his dad personally stabbed in him the moment he found himself in front of the family judge again – no less than two months after his release from the Juvenile Training Facility.

The silver-haired man with the lazy, lidded gaze mimed cranking a handle backwards and Naruto sighed. He reached for the window crank, lowering the window just enough that he and Kakashi could properly exchange words.

“Go to school, Naruto.”

Naruto sank into seat, clearing his face of any hint of expression as he leveled Kakashi with a cold, ignorant stare.

His toe had other ideas, as he nosed around the convergence between her legs, finding the soft resistance of her panty-covered cunt. He idly teased her clit while he waited for the weary douche to give up like he always did.

Not like his father’s favorite student was all that invested in him, anyway. The dude was freaky smart and found ways to make his minor infractions such as truancy go away. Precisely to his father’s satisfaction, and not the system’s.

Obito told him someone like Kakashi would have proposed lifelong marriage to ‘The Rules’ if it had taken the shape he most desired.

The fact that he could give two shits about integrity these days convinced Naruto that his dad knew Kakashi’s state of mind. And that he was exactly what his dad was looking for in a probations officer.

Someone that would take Namikaze Minato’s side, always.

Someone that would protect Namikaze Minato’s image, always.

TBC

#naruhina #eventual naruhinasasu #idle hands fic #fic snippet #rewrite #two little shits don't make a right #and Hinata is trapped in the middle #NaruHina are childhood friends but Naruto is too fucked up to be a good friend to her

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lolathestoryteller · 19 days

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This is a fun one I thought up. A jily lives Christmas AU, where young Harry thinks his mom cheating on dad with Santa(but plot twist, it’s James dressed as Santa😄)

*I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night

She didn't see me creep

Down the stairs to have a peep

She thought that I was tucked up

In my bedroom, fast asleep*

Prompt:

“*yawn* what is those sounds? A burglar?? I should warn daddy!*

*goes quietly downstairs and peeks*

‘W what? Mummy is kissing Santa?? Daddy will be so sad! Better tell him tomorrow morning’

Hiya there Anon! Sorry for my late reply, had a busy week! Anyways, this one made me smile haha — I hope it makes you smile too! :)

Potter Manor; the following morning…

« Hey! There’s my little man! » James calls out as he sees Harry walking into the kitchen.

He pulls back the chair next to his, inviting the six year old to sit down. « Sleep well, Snitch? » he asks, gently ruffling Harry’s messy curls.

Harry looks down onto his still empty plate, not meeting James’s eyes as he says very seriously: « Daddy…I got to tell you something bad. »

James raises a suspicious brow at his son, leaning closer to him. « Something bad, huh? » he asks, not entirely sure whether it’d be actually bad or rather just cheeky.

You really never know with Harry — he is the son of a Marauder after all.

« Yeah, » Harry replies, his voice barely above a whisper, before he finally looks up to meet James’s eyes. « But I don’t want you to be sad… »

Alright, this sounds like the bad bad type then.

James scoots his chair closer to Harry’s, bending low to be on eye level with his son. « What happened, Harry? » he asks, getting genuinely worried.

Harry bites at his lower lip, in the exact same way James has seen another person do whenever she’s nervous — it makes him smile a bit despite his worry.

Seems he’s just as much his Mother’s son.

« I saw Mummy last night…I— I thought I heard a noise, so I went downstairs because what if it was a burglar…? » Harry explains with all the typical childlike imagination.

James shakes his head at his son’s cheek. « You went downstairs past bedtime? » he asks with a falsely stern tone. « Better not tell Mummy that. »

« No, but Dad, I saw Mummy kissing Santa last night! » Harry suddenly blurts, his green eyes wide and his little hands now grasping onto James’s forearm.

Oh, that.

Seems they haven’t been as quiet as he’d thought.

James tries his very best not to start laughing, but when in that exact moment, Lily enters the kitchen, his resolve completely melts away. « Did you? » he asks, chuckling at Harry’s incredulous expression. « Did Mummy kiss Santa? »

He meets Lily’s confused eyes, which suddenly glimmer with embarrassment. « What? » she asks, looking from James to Harry and back. « James! Why would you—»

« Seems our son saw you and Santa beneath the Mistletoe last night, Lil. » James cuts her off amusedly. « Care to explain? »

Lily’s eyes narrow in a way that tells him he’d just dug his own grave, though James thinks it might have been worth the laugh.

« Harry, Mummy did not kiss Santa. » she explains with all the patience she can muster as she crouches down in front of the six year old.

Harry crosses his arms doubtfully. « But I saw you. » he replies matter of factly, causing Lily to sigh and James to bite back another laugh. « You said you loved his beard and then you kissed him! On the lips! »

James thinks despite her serious facade, Lily’s just as amused by this as he is. He decides to finally help her out of this, rather hilarious, situation. « That wasn’t Santa, » he explains, causing Harry to look up at him confusedly. « That was just Daddy dressed up as Santa. »

James thinks he’s never seen Harry look so flabbergasted before. « Why did you dress up as Santa? » he asks as though that was the most ridiculous thing ever. « Santa’s like, way older too. » he grimaces, turning back to look at Lily, utterly confused.

She chuckles discreetly into her palm, but James only smirks — he’s definitely going to sleep on the sofa for this one. « Well, Snitch, what can I say…your Mum just has a thing for older men. »

« James Potter! »

#anon ask #harry potter #james potter #jily #jily microfic #lily potter #jily lives #baby harry potter #christmas fic #i know it’s not christmas but still

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 8 months

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Operation Sleepy Hollow

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 789

Summary: you and Dieter go somewhere special for your two-year anniversary and Dieter has something extra special planned

Warnings: failed proposals but not what you think, body injury, crazy shenanigans, Dieter being Dieter and lots of adorable fluff and some fun history! I did lots of research but if I got anything wrong, please let me know!

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Dieter looked again at the small box made out to be the key from The Mummy. He’d lost count of how many times he’d sneak a look at it over the past year. He was hoping to go through Operation Sleepy Hollow: take girlfriend to a place she’d enjoy for anniversary, propose in romantic spot, spend the night making passionate love, best boyfriend award guaranteed.

For your second-year anniversary, you were going to a place you’d enjoy, somewhere you always wanted to go: Sleepy Hollow, New York. Originally called North Tarrytown, it changed its name to Sleepy Hollow in 1996. It came to popularity but Washington Irving’s ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’ where the author now lays to rest in the cemetery.

Still having time before checking in, you went to Tarrytown in order to just wander around the picturesque town. The Tarrytown Music Hall wasn’t open, but it was still beautiful in its exterior and Dieter adored any historic exterior and so adored this town. After lunch, you went to the Sleepy Hollow Souvenir Store and tried to not buy so much.

Dieter insisted you splash out for accommodation, so you were spending two nights at the Castle Hotel and Spa. The room was lavish with a four-poster bed and fireplace. Wrapping his arms around you, Dieter insisted on immediately trying out the bed.

As you had planned a few nighttime festivities such as the Pumpkin Museum of Art, the Pumpkin Carousel, the Pumpkin Windmill, and the Pumpkin Planetarium, you saw no problem in this.

*****

The following morning, you had breakfast at the Headless Bagel, purely because of its name. After picking up some Halloween themed pastries from a bakery, came all the walking. Starting on Beekman Avenue, you made your way along the Hudson River to find the lighthouse which was built in 1883. You then made your way to the Sleepy Hollow, originally the Tarrytown cemetery which changed its name to the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery to honour author Washington Irving. His monument was protected from picky tourists, but you went to honour him in passing. You found the Headless Horseman sculpture before making your way to the bridge. It wasn’t the bridge that was in the film or from the folktale as that was now a modern bridge commissioned by the Rockefeller family and now has a placard stating its historic location. This bridge was a beautiful wooden one and hauntingly romantic.

This was the perfect location for Dieter to propose. It didn’t want to do it on the bridge as he didn’t trust himself not to fall into the river. He waited until you both crossed the bridge. Your back was to him the moment he got down on one knee, he moved to get the ring out of his jacket pocket when something caught his eye.

“Ah! A snake!”

It was at this point you turned around to find your boyfriend running towards you in fear. He sort of glomped you but had enough sense to not fall to the ground. He pointed to where he thought he saw the supposed snake. You looked over to where he was pointing but only saw a stick.

He felt embarrassed at the blunder but was soon replaced by sadness that he missed out on the perfect opportunity to propose but he shook it off.

The next location the Union Church of Pocantico Hills held the last works by Henry Matisse. Dieter was mesmerised by the stained-glass windows, and he quietly explained the story of how Nelson Rockefeller commissioned the artwork for his late wife, Abby in 1948. He pointed out the Rose Window, Matisse’s last work and the nine windows which were designed by Marc Chagill, a Belarusian-French artist you hadn’t heard of, but you certainly found the windows beautiful.

It certainly cheered Dieter up and he thought of going to Plan B of Operation Sleepy Hollow: propose over a romantic candlelit dinner followed by a night of passionate lovemaking, bagging best boyfriend award in the process.

*****

After lunch, you went back to the hotel for a break before dinner. You had made your way to the bathroom, so Dieter knelt down to untie his shoelaces; he had the sudden thought of relocating the ring box, so he reached over to get it from his jacket but then something broke.

You heard a pained scream and rushed out of the bathroom. Dieter was on his knees unable to move with tears streaming out of his eyes. He was taking short breaths as moving any part of his body was causing immense pain.

“What happened?”

“My back!” he gasped. “My back!”

You put a hand to his chest, “Let’s try and get you up, okay?”

Putting hands under his armpits, you managed to get him sitting on the edge of the bed. You took his shoes off with no problem.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller, okay?”

He didn’t nod as he feared it would cause pain, but you gathered from his whimper that he consented, so you managed to administer it.

“Now I need to take your pants off.”

It was a gruelling experience for Dieter and the whole time he was whimpering in pain and mumbling how the removal of clothes should be sexy, but you managed to get him down to his boxers and lying face down on the bed. Leaving him for a few seconds, you came back from the bathroom with a hot towel and placed it on his back. He settled down after a few moans of pain. His back was very tense and twitched whenever you touched it.

The painkiller must have kicked in or the hot towel was working but Dieter was soon feeling less pain in his back. Soon after he felt a cooling sensation, the towel was removed from his back, and you were rubbing something in.

“What is that?” he asked.

“It’s Tiger Balm, it’s really good for muscle pain.”

He gave a groan of approval and soon you heard him snoring softly.

*****

Dieter woke up sometime later, he didn’t dare try moving and he worried that his back would flare up again, so he stayed where he was. He managed to follow you with his eyes as you came back into the room.

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit stiff,” he mumbled.

“Well, you are going to have a deep tissue massage tomorrow morning. I went down to the front desk and booked you in while I cancelled out dinner.”

“You did?” you nodded. “But what about the Farmers Market?”

“I can do that on my own. I don’t think you’d survive all that walking.”

He grumbled in agreement, “Unless there was lots of sitting.”

“Do you think you could handle sitting now?” He gave a mumble in place of a shrug, so you managed to slowly get him to stand up. After putting on his teddy bear coat, you moved him to a chair with good back support and placed an ottoman under his feet. He grumbled his thanks.

“I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary.”

“You didn’t ruin it, it’s not your fault your back died on you.”

“But we were going to have a romantic dinner and…” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Have a night of passionate lovemaking?”

Dieter almost started crying at the thought of all that was being missed out.

“We could try,” he shyly suggested.

“Sex won’t fix your sore back; it might make it worse.”

“It might. If I lie down the whole time and you can sit on my-“

“We’re not risking anything,” he pouted. “We can do gifts?”

He wiggled his toes in excitement, “Yes, let’s do presents!”

You moved over to where your bags were. Pulling out your present for Dieter, you moved over to his bag. He stopped you opening it, just letting you carry the whole bag over to him. Pulling out a wrapped gift, he handed it to you while you put his bag away and put your gift in his lap.

He gleefully but carefully unwrapped his present to reveal the glorious tie-die beneath.

“I’m Kenough?!” he held up the hoodie. “I love it!”

It was now time to unwrap your gift; it was a book.

“Making the Monster: The Science Behind Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.”

“I figured you might want to learn all the history science stuff behind your favourite book.”

You hugged the book close to you and made your way over to Dieter in order to plant a giant kiss on his cheek. You gently hugged him.

“I love it! I’ll not to read it all in one sitting.”

“You want to read it now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but how about some room service?”

*****

“How was the massage?”

“Amazing! My back is still stiff, but it doesn’t hurt like hell anymore,” he was sitting in the armchair donned in his new favourite hoodie. “How was the Farmers Market?”

“Amazing! So much lovely produce! I could’ve bought one of everything, but I don’t know if I can bring back fresh produce.”

“We’re in the same country.”

“Yeah, but isn’t there a rule about bringing food across state lines?”

“I don’t think so.”

You hmphed, “I guess it’s just an Australian thing. But I got lots of other great things!”

You pulled things out of your tote to show your smiling boyfriend: jams, soaps, various baked goods as well as…

“Cheese?”

“You bet I got cheese! If I can’t bring it back with me, I’ll eat it all on the spot.”

“I think you can bring it with us.”

“I also got you a handmade heat pack. They told me that when it heats up, it smells like pancakes.”

“So I’ll smell like pancakes?” he loved the thought.

You were surprised you still had room in your suitcase after all your purchases, but you managed to fit everything in. Thankfully, Dieter brought his trusty Crocs with him, so he didn’t have to endure the thought of how he was going to put his footwear on.

The hotel staff were very helpful in getting your luggage and Dieter into the car and soon, you were both on your way back to New York City.

As Dieter watched the trees go flying past, his mind began to wander; he was rethinking his proposal plan. Halloween was approaching and you were both heading to a fancy costumed ball. It would be the perfect opportunity to propose as it was your favourite time of the year so you would already be in a happy mood. So now it was Operation Halloween Proposal: dress up and go to romantic themed ball, propose in super romantic setting, spend the night making passionate love, best boyfriend award guaranteed.

Films referenced: The Mummy (1999), Sleepy Hollow (1999), Barbie (2023)

Book referenced:

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