#LIKE HOW COULD SHE DROP THESE BOMBSHELLS AND THEN MAKE US WAIT TILL SUMMER TO READ THR BOOK 😭😭💔

[lyrakanefanatic]

“the grandest game isn’t gonna come out in a while, why are you so excited for it?” BECAUSE?? JENNIFER SAID ITS THE ROMANCE SHES EVER WRITTEN IN A BOOK. SHE SAID THAT THE GAME’S RIDDLES WERE HER FAVOURITE. SHE SAID THAT IT MAY BE ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS SHES EVER. WRITTEN. I DONT CARE IF IT COMES OUT IN A MILLION YEARS. I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT UNTIL JULY ROLLS AROUND AND JLB FINALLY FREES OUR SOULS. 🤬

[c-rose2081]

Storybook Days

(Chapter 1)

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It’s Summer in Auradon, and Audrey is tasked with babysitting the VK kids while the others are busy. Not sure what to do with them, Audrey agrees to read from a book of stories Dizzy found in the royal library. Except the book is actually enchanted; and now Audrey, Celia, Dizzy and the twins are stuck inside its pages, having to go through each story until they find a way out.

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“Ben, you can’t be serious,”

It wasn’t very Princess-like to whine, but Audrey Rose didn’t care much for being proper at the moment. It was a bright and clear Summer day in Auradon, and the young King had just dropped a last minute bombshell on the heir of Auroria, “what do you mean I have to babysit?”

“I wouldn’t do this unless I had to, Auds.” Ben said, only half-apologetic as he quickly signed off on some papers while trying to kick on his left shoe, “but Evie’s presence at the Royal Picnic has been requested,”

“So what!” Audrey insisted, following Ben across the study as he gathered up his leather jacket and motorcycle helmet, “why not take the little heathens with you to the stupid picnic?”

Ben shot Audrey a warning look as she lifted her hands and scoffed, “sorry. I just mean they are troublesome and annoying, and I don’t want to babysit,”

“Audrey, you know I’d love for them to come, and for us not to be having this conversation. But four VKids running around with a bunch of stuffy dignitaries is a disaster waiting to happen. This Picnic is really important,”

“But why can’t Uma do it? Or your parents?”

“Because Uma, Harry and Gil are on the isle this weekend doing outreach, and mom and dad will be at the picnic,”

“Ugh, but Ben...”

“Audrey,” placing both hands firmly on the girls shoulders, the boy shot her a dazzling, Kingly grin, “remember what you said to me after Barrier Day? About wanting to make amends?”

“Yes,” Audrey grumbled, “I’m the one who said it,”

“This is a perfect opportunity. It’s just one afternoon, till tomorrow, and Mal and Evie would certainly appreciate it,”

“But the VKids hate me, Ben,” Audrey insisted again as the King walked from the office with a pink Princess in tow, “Celia put chili powder on the rim of my teacup the other day. I could’ve died,”

“It was a harmless little prank, Audrey,” Ben chuckled, swiveling around on a heel to cup Audrey’s cheek in his hand, “you’ll be fine. I have full faith that you can watch them for a night.” He reassured her, “please Audrey? For me?”

Giving the girl his best beastly pout, Audrey folded her arms tightly against her chest.

“Fine. But you’ll bring something back for me, right?” Audrey asked, admitting defeat with a deep sigh and an eye roll, “a piece of cake or...”

“Something sweet for my favorite Princess.” Ben agreed, hurriedly kissing the back of Audrey’s knuckles with a smile, “you’ll do great, I just know it. Evie left some instructions on the fridge, and you have us all on speed dial. Now I have to go or I’ll be late,”

Leaving the Princess at the top of the steps, she watched Ben mount up his motorbike and speed off with an army of staff behind him. This left the castle unusually quiet, and Audrey placed both hands on her hips as she exhaled deeply.

“Babysitting duty,” She scoffed under her breath, tipping her head to rub the place between her eyes, “what a world this is.”

Once upon a time, Audrey would’ve been invited to the Royal Picnic. Naturally though, after her little stint with Maleficent’s Scepter, things had been a bit rocky with the other royal families in Auradon. She was shielded from the gossip by spending the Summer in Beast’s Castle, while her Mum, Dad and Grammy patched things up in Auroria with broad, fantastic strokes. But she still caught wind of the whispers going around. None of them pleasant.

Turning and walking back into the castle, Audrey closed the door with a shallow BANG, and rattling echo. She walked towards the kitchen, still trying to soothe the headache she already felt coming on. Of all the people in the Castle, Audrey was the favorite target for devilish pranks. The VKids were little brats, running around like they owned the place and being spoiled rotten by Evie. And though Dizzy could be sweet on her own, she was Celia’s right hand minion when push came to shove.

Grumbling nonsense under her breath, Audrey swept by the island towards the fridge. Here, a scrawled note in Evie’s hand lay stuck under a magnet. It wasn’t just instructions; it was an entire schedule of things to do.

“These kids live better then I do,” Audrey mumbled, raising an eyebrow at some of the items Evie had listed.

Bake Cookies

Croquet on the Lawn

Movie Marathon

Run Baths

Bedtime Story

“Bedtime story?” Audrey mumbled with a scoff, “you’ve got to be kiddi-EEK!”

Audrey leapt up with a shriek as something cold was dropped down the back of her dress. Shaking herself hard to dislodge the ice cube from lace and satin, Audrey groaned in frustration as she whipped around. Celia and Dizzy were on the floor, holding their tummies as they laughed. The Twins were peeking in through the doorway, not laughing but staring at her like she’d take their heads off.

“You little brats!” Audrey hissed, “get off the floor. Front and center,”

“We don’t take orders from you, old hag.” Celia cackled, rolling over onto her stomach, “why aren’t you at the Picnic? Didn’t get invited?”

“As a matter a fact I didn’t,” Audrey seethed through her teeth, “so now, I’m stuck here watching you four,”

“Awe what!” Celia complained, finally getting back to her feet and brushing off her skirt, “but Evie had a big day planned.”

“Yeah well, Evie’s not here,” Audrey hissed, holding up the list in her hand and waving it around, “and I’m not interested in catering to your every desire. So you can just forget about that,”

“You’re kinda mean,” Dizzy complained.

“You just put an ice cube down my dress, scared me out of my skin, and now you expect me to play nice? I don’t think so,” Audrey hissed, tearing up the list in her hands and tossing it on the counter. Turning to the twins, she pointed at them, “you two, in here with me. We’re gonna have a chat,”

Hesitantly, the blondes scuttled in. Four VKids now faced off with a very peevish Princess, the girl placing both hands on her hips with an animalistic huff, “alright, twerps. Here’s how this is gonna go. I don’t really care what you do. Go hide in your rooms, watch TV all day, play with swords in the armory, whatever. Just leave me out of it unless someone’s dying,”

“What will you be doing?” Celia asked, “plotting to curse Ben and Mal’s first child?”

Both Ceila and Dizzy sniggered behind their hands as Audrey clenched a fist tightly.

“I really hate children,” she managed under her breath, folding her hands together as though in prayer, “listen, I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. I get that, and I’m really quite reasonable. So just stay away from me, and you can do whatever you want. Kapeesh?”

Four pairs of eyes blinked up at her in confusion as Audrey rolled her eyes and translated, “do you understand?”

“Yeah, we understand,” Celia nodded, glancing at her companions before pinning Audrey with a hard stare, “but we want waffles for dinner.”

“Deal.”

“And we want to watch an R rated movie!” Dizzy added as Audrey lifted a brow but shrugged. If it kept the little monsters away from her, it was worth the risk.

“Fine. Anything else? You two?”

Glancing at the twins, the blondes shook their heads quickly as Audrey clapped her hands together and sighed in relief.

“Great. I’ll be out by the pool enjoying what’s left of today. You stay in here and do whatever, and we’ll be peachy. Kay?”

Nodding in agreement, Audrey turned and walked from the kitchen. Changing into her favorite bikini and hat, the Princess found her way to the pool a little while later. Not trusting the water — lest Celia put dye in it that would make her skin turn blue — Audrey found a comfortable spot on a lawn chair and dropped the sunglasses down over her eyes. For a while, the world was peaceful. But Audrey should’ve known better then to trust the VKids word on anything.

While she slept, Celia managed to drop a scorpion on her from the upper balcony. Where she had even gotten such a thing, Audrey wasn’t sure. But it pinched her fair skin a few times before she was able to knock it away, causing horrible red welts to form. Upon running inside, she slipped and fell on oil that had been lift on the marble and slammed back first into a suit of armor. There was laughter above her on the stairway, but Audrey was to busy rubbing the long cut which she now had on her forehead from the fall to notice.

It was an afternoon of one vicious prank after another. From simply stealing her clothes while she was showering, to locking her in a broom closet which they had somehow tricked her into, it was constant pain and torment. Her own little hell on earth. By the time dusk was falling, Audrey was exhausted and in pain. Her head ached from a possible concussion, and her stomach burned with the scorpion stings. Her mouth tasted a bit like ash from the Alo-Vera gel Dizzy managed to spread on her sandwich while she wasn’t looking. And she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

Thankfully, after putting the movie on and shoving plates piled with waffles into the kids hands, the terrible two had shut up. The film was long over now, and Audrey assumed the four had made their way to bed. She herself was trying and failing to sleep when the slow open of her door made her heart still. Not another prank. She couldn’t handle any more today.

“...Audrey?” Dizzy whispered. Ignoring the girl in hopes she’d simply go away, Audrey winced as her shoulder was gently tapped, “Audrey, are you awake?”

“...I am now,” the Princess groaned, rolling over to face the VKid. Dizzy was haloed in the hall light, but Audrey could see the tears streaming down her face and what appeared to be a book in her arms. Sitting up slightly, Audrey’s brows furrowed, “hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep,” Dizzy croaked, “I had a nightmare,”

“A nightm-” pausing, Audrey sighed and nodded, “from the movie I bet.”

“It was really scary,” Dizzy whimpered.

“Ok. And what would you like me to do?” Audrey asked, not entirely sure how to proceed. After all, when she was young and couldn’t sleep, she never went to mum or Grammy. They just sent her back to her room with a sleepy grunt and a ‘go back to sleep, Audrey’, and that was it. Comforting a scared child wasn’t something she did, let alone something she ever had experience with.

“Can you read me a story?” Dizzy asked, “I found a book in the library.”

Glancing at the clock, it was only about midnight as Audrey rubbed her face tiredly and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, fine. Go turn on the light,”

“Is it ok if the twins listen, to?” Dizzy asked, crossing the room to the light as Audrey sat up.

“You aren’t planning on waking them just to hear a story, are you?”

“No, they’re already here.”

At being mentioned, two blonde heads in night caps glanced around the doorway.

“Ah, I see,” Audrey rasped, “well come on then. Might as well read to everyone,”

At the invitation, two short bullets zipped like mice across the carpet and landed on the mattress with a PHOOPH. Dizzy followed after, climbing to sit next to Audrey on her right side as she handed over the book.

“Where did you even find this thing,” Audrey asked, blowing dust from the beautiful embossed cover, “it’s ancient,”

“I dunno. It was on one of the bottom shelves,” Dizzy shrugged, “so what’s it about?”

“A book of fairytales,” Audrey told her, reading the inscription on the first page, “this book, bequeathed to Beast and Belle on their wedding day. May it find you well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Glancing up at the new voice, Celia leaned in the doorway. Though she appeared casual and unbothered, Audrey could see the dark circles under her eyes, meaning the movie probably got to her as well, despite her facade of bravado.

“It was a wedding gift,” Audrey told her, “come to hear the story?”

“I thought you weren’t interested in that kind of thing,” Celia grumbled, though she made her way towards the bed anyway and crawled up to sit on Audrey’s other side. The twins laid across her legs, blinking up at her with sapphire colored irises.

“Well, one small story won’t hurt. Despite all the torture you put me through today.”

Celia said nothing to this as Audrey turned back to the book, flipping the page to the first story: Little Red Riding Hood.

“Once upon a time,” Audrey began, “in a wood not unlike this one, a little girl in a red cloak was making her way to her grandmothers house...”

[yamithediaperdork]

Sitters 4 hire (Yu-gi-oh)

The sun was just setting in domino city and Yugi Muto, King of games, was all along at the turtle game shop. His grandfather had gone off on a senior's cruise since the shop had come into some money as of later (being the official shop of the king of games DID have it's PR perks) And Joey and Tristen had gone camping for the week. They had of coursed offered to let Yugi come along but since the last time he'd gone with them he'd been chased by a bear, sprayed by a skunk and had gotten a rash on his butt from squatting among poison ivy, he turned them down. Mai was working on the cruise, and Duke was taking advantage of the fact Tristen was out of town to try and woe Serenity. even Anzu was MIA in a way, she had a big competition coming up and was putting in extra hours at the studio and the gym to make sure she was at her best. Now Yugi while disappointed not to have any of his friends to hang out with during the day (since it was summer break) He was maybe slightly OK with them not being around as he'd been making use of a certain service in town. It wasn't the kinda of service that some of the more lewd type might of made use of though. Frankly, if any of his friends ever found out what he was doing the little king of games would die of embarrassment. For it was a babysitting service that he'd been making use of, after working out a deal with the nice ladies who ran it. Because Yugi Muto, the king of games, was a diaper wearing little.

Hina was a 25 year old black haired bombshell, and she was the one who ran the service (Sitters 4 hire) and had met with Yugi when he'd first tried to set up a semi deal during spring break. He'd been adorable with how blushy he got and the stammer that started up, but she'd had to go though everything he was expecting, and of course to make sure he knew there would be no naughtiness so to speak. They had met at the headquarters for sitter's inc, a surprisingly boom business that employed 48 sitters currently. the way the service worked was that they could train you or you could come in and just take a test to prove you could handle the job, then you were free to freelance though most jobs in the city now came though them, and they would select the babysitter who best suited what the parents wanted for a job. She and Yugi had been in her office, giving the poor guy some privacy though lord knows he wasn't the first little guy who had asked for this sorta thing. "So, If I understand you right.. you wish to be treated like a toddler, but one who still needs his big bulky diapers and prefers baby bottles over sippy cups. correct?" She asked. "I..uh..Yes." Yugi said, squirming big time. "and any attempts at potty training?" She asked, typing away n her computer. "N-No." "and will you just be going tinkle, or boom boom as well?" She asked, smirking as Yugi blushed big time and looked like he wanted to curl up in a ball. "I..Using my diaper for everything." Yugi finally managed to say. "Alright. and you understand that this is NOT a sexual service, so any sort of hanky panky you might expect, not happening, though if you wish to er.. you know..yourself.. we ask you wait till our sitter leaves." "U-Understood!" Yugi squeaked out. "alrighty then Little Yugi. I think we can give you all the TLC you need. one last thing though, do you prefer a Male sitter or a female one? and of course. you can count on us to keep it under wraps the bigggg tough King of games is just a widdle guy." Hina giggled and winked at Yugi. "G-Girls only please."

And with that Yugi was a client, though getting the freedom to use the service had proven trickier then he thought. Gramps would sleep though almost anything but it was more Joey's annoying habit of showing up unannounced. add in Anzu having called once while he was using it and feeling reallly weird talking to his sorta maybe kinda girlfriend while he was in the middle of a diaper change and well.. He'd only made use of the service three times and outside of distractions like Joey and Anzu, or gramps snoring, he'd been in love with it. Dialing the special services number he'd been given Yugi shifted from foot to foot, looking at his stash of little guy supplies he had out on his bed. it was a male voice who answered, and Yugi almost hung up the phone right then and there, But he had gone SO long being a stupid big boy that he swallowed the urge. "Sitters 4 hire, special service line, how may I help you?" Came the amused voice over the line. "I..Uh..See.." Yugi squeaked. "Take your time little guy." "T-This is Uh.. Account number 45 I.. I um.. have a pre-paid account and er-" Yugi said, closing his eyes. god, this was ALWAYS the hardest part! "Oh Little Yugi~ I see. Is our widdle guy in need of a babysitter again?" if Yugi had been blushing bad before, hearing his name used took it to the next level. "Y-Yes please." "Alrighty little guy. do you wanna set a bed time or leave it up for the babysitter?" Yugi looked at the clock, it was just just going on 7:30 pm. "H-How soon can you er..have a sitter..over here?" Yugi asked. "Hmm..Oh! I have some one right in your area at the moment, and she's cleared for working with cuties like you. I can have her there in 5-10 minutes tops." "T-Then um.,. a 9 pm sharp bed time please and thank you." Yugi said. "Of course little guy. I should warn you though, our girl I'm sending over can be somewhat strict, so a certain little guy better have his huggies on." Teased the operator. "I..I will." "Good boy~ Have fun little guy, and thank you for using Sitters 4 hire."

Rebecca Hawkins had just finished putting a cute little 23 year old sissy baby down to ed for the night, and was in the parking lot of the apartment building the Lil sissy lived in when she got a text from work. Of course she didn't actually need the money she was making doing this job, but well, she enjoyed the power rush she got since she was a strictly special services only sitter. Add into it that as a rule of thumb most of the teen and adult babies she looked after tended to be wayyy more well behaved then actual babies and toddlers and she was in heaven. She had been planning on calling it a day, and honestly could of turned down the job, but once she saw the address her interest peaked. 'No way..my darling Yugi is a..' She thought and a BIG grin filled her face. If she was being honest, the young genius had mostly gotten into the doming little babies scene after meeting Yugi..there was just something about the little guy that screamed 'DIAPER ME!' and now, she knew why. She accepted the job and got the info folder, sent to her, which confirmed it WAS Yugi and he was just a big toddler, and she felt herself almost melting as she gushed over how cute and awesome this was gonna be.

Yugi had been a good boy like he was told to be and was now was dressed in one of his dark magician diapers, which was bulky enough to give the boy a waddle to his step.he hadn't just left it at that though, and as such was in a pair of purple socks that had the dark magician girl on the sides, doing her trademark pose. Moving up from there He was sporting a purple (if you couldn't tell it was the little guys favorite color) diaper shirt, with the diaper itself peeking out around the leg holes. and of course the shirt had a picture of the little guys most favorite monster, The dark magician on it. He'd been setting up a little area in the living room for him and his sitter to play, a nice soft baby blanket on the floor and some plushie and rattles. and of course he had a couple of bottle of milk chilling in the fridge (he wasn't that fond of juice when toddler mode, go figure) and jumped a little when the doorbell rang. Waddling his way over to the door he took a deep breath and opened it, then turned crimson as Rebecca was standing there smirking. "R-R-Re-" He stammered, trying desperately to think of a excuse, never once connecting the slight possibly that THIS was his sitter. "Hiii little guy. Somebody was a good widdle boy and got dressed for me I see~" She said, winking and giving him a head pat. Yugi just stood there, jaw dropping as she strolled past him into the room.

Rebecca was chuckling to herself, the look on Yugi's face really had been just too cute. She took in his set up and nodded in approval before turning to look at him, he was STILL by the door, and seemed frozen. "Little Yugi, unless you want the whole block to see you in all your big baby glory, you might wanna shut the door." She teased. Yugi yelped and nodded, slamming the door fast and waddled over to her. "Now I know this might be a little be weird for you, since we know each other and all, but I promise that I won't tell anyone about what a widdle diaper boy you are~"  Rebecca promised, and then gave Yugi's bum a few pats. the effect was instant and adorable, as the little guy spread his legs and she almost swore his eyes glazed over. "now then, since we have a little while before somebody needs to go night night, does widdle Yugi wanna play with his toys and watch some cartoons?" She asked. Yugi dumbly nodded his head and waddled over to the blanket, plopping down and picking up a stuffie of the dark magician and cuddling it to his chest. '..He's really pushing the no pictures rule.' She thought with a sweat drop, then moved over to the couch to turn on the TV for the little guy.

After the intonation humiliation worn off, Yugi had to admit it was kinda fun having someone who knew him so well babysitting him. She knew to put it on little dueler's for him, and even sat down on the blanket with him after a bit, playing as the Dark magician girl and acting out the plot, with them fighting a Summoned skull who just really needed hugs. He got so into it he actually forgot he was wearing his diapies till she paused the game to stick a finger in the leg band of his onesie and diaper. "oh wow! still dry! is this a new record for you?" She asked and winked. Yugi blushed bad at that, but also nodded his head, though he could feel a bit of a need building up. only problem was it was a backdoor need so to speak and he wasn't sure he wanted to do THAT in front of her. "well, it's almost time for beddy byes, I think I'll feed you a nice big ba-ba first though so you can make a bigggg wet diapie for auntie Rebecca to change before she leaves." She giggled. "T-There's ba-ba's ready in the fridge auntie." Yugi said, and squirmed like crazy as she got up and kissed his forehead. "Good boy!"

Rebecca wasn't stupid, and had noticed Yugi squirming as well as heard the tummy gurgles. Maybe he thought he was being all sly and she could see why he might be embarrassed to make presents for her, but as a responsible baby sitter she couldn't let her charge hold it in and get a owie tummy, or worse, unleash it after she had left. Truthfully changing dirty diapers wasn't one of the highlights of her job, and normally with her usual client list she could get away with leaving them smelly. It again helped most of them where naughty little guys who wanted a lot of teasing and shaming. But with Yugi, he was clearly just a big baby, and she willing to put in some free overtime if that's what it took. Selecting a bottle of milk from the fridge, she popped it in the microwave to warm it up, then turned to watch Yugi who was on his knees now. he had the DM stuffie launching wooden building block at a stuffie of the blue eyes even as he was squirming and wiggling about, clearly a toddler who had to go potty. 'I wonder if he's gonna fess up?' She thought, though as the microwave beeped a loud poot escaped Yugi's bottom. getting the ba-ba out and teasing it on her wrist, she wasn't surprised to see Yugi hiding his face in his stuffie as she came back over. "heh, relax Yugi. everyone farts." She said and got on the couch, then patted her lap. "I..uh..I..Otay." Yugi squeaked and crawled over, getting set in her lap and closing his eyes as she guided the nipple of the ba-ba into his mouth. "Drink up so you can grow up to be big and strong~" She coo'ed.

Yugi's tummy was churning big time and he knew any second now he was going to lose the battle and fudge his huggies. it wasn't even a question of making it to the potty anymore, he doubted he'd be able to move much without losing the battle. his only goal at THIS point was to hold it in till the session ended and Rebecca left, not knowing that she had already planned to stay and see it though. the warm milk tasted so good though, and was having it's normal effect of making him super sleepy. It was while all sleepy that he decided letting out a bit of pressure couldn't hurt and went to let out a small fart or two. Rebecca had already said everyone farts right? the small small turned into one big one, with three others following and Yugi's eyes flew open as he realized he'd released the flood gates so to speak. a super gross sounding fart, though muffled by the padding and outfit and Rebecca's poor lap, filled the room and then it was game over. the back of the diaper filled up rapidly as his tiny bladder soaked the front and Yugi was a dark crimson as he looked up at Rebecca who just wrinkled her nose a little, ut smiled and kept the bottle in place. "whew, Smells like somebody really wanted to make a super big present for me!" Yugi, mouth filled with a rubber nipple and diaper full of waste, did a bare nod.

One thing Rebecca hadn't counted on when trying to get Yugi to go uh-oh, was just how TOXIC the little guy was going to be. he was by far the biggest stinker and she made a mental note to hook him up with some pills to cut down on the smell. Still the little guy was clearly mortified he'd lost control, which was funny since he'd likely of been delighted to make presents. her lap was slightly burning from the heat and force of which Yugi had unleashed his uh-oh, and the smell again, was burning her nose. Still, she let him finish his ba-ba before standing him up and smirked as his diaper drooped big time. "oh my, when was the last time widdle Yugi had a poopie?" She asked, and patted his mush tush and cupped the butt. "A-Ah! I..I uh..Fhree day ago." Yugi lisped. "well I think somebody needs a auntie to come by and help keep him regular, don't you?" "I..uh..I dis dun have 'nuff on me's account ta-" Yugi started to say and Rebecca smirked. "Don't worry, I'll work off the clock. though I'll have to keep my freebies to a minimum so we don't get in trouble." he said and winked. She tugged the diaper boy towards his room, gushing at how he had to cowboy walk and spotted his changing pad, with wipes and everything ready to go. "After auntie gets you in a clean diapie, it's bed time little man. I hope you had fun." She said, and guiding him over, kissed his cheek before gently setting him down on the mat. "I..I did. Fank's auntie Rebecca." Yugi coo'ed and popped his paci in his mouth. "You're VERY welcome Yugi." She coo'ed back and then started to open the diaper. 'Maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be so.. bad.. Oh god!' Tears filled the blond's eyes, not out of sadness or fear, but just the smell was making her eyes water. Yeah, Having Yugi as her new little guy was going to be fun and all, but Rebecca was totally gonna have to have him go more often to avoid the nightmare before her. Still it would be a labor of love, and she couldn't see ANZU being willing to do this. 'heh, all that time trying to show her up, and all I needed to do was wipe his butt.' Rebecca thought, though she wondered if maybe the boys fumes were making her lightheaded. Yugi for his part drifted off to sleep 30 or 40 seconds after she started, which didn't make the change any easier. "Kiddo..your lucky your cute." She muttered under her breath. with Yugi changed and redressed, she tucked him into his bed, which had a toddler rail and gave him one last kiss goodnight, before taking off.

The end

[kittensjonsa]

Yours Is Mine  (Alayne p.2)

for @jonxsansafanfiction Valentine’s Day 9: Fantasy.

sorry i’m a day late - life got in the way :p

Part 2 of Alayne and it’s a little long :) slight Angst and some strong language. Might be multi chapters - depends on the response i guess but i’ll post this on ao3 instead. Thanks for reading! xx

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"You know there will be questions, Jon. And I don't quite know how or what to tell them. Bran and Arya, if they see you... " Sansa broke the silence, saying out loud what both of them had been thinking. The night had worn them out, drained them of tears and words. The emotional upheaval shook them both and one they weren't quite prepared for. Sansa and Jon didn't leave each other's arms till sleepiness finally took over. The breakfast he had ordered for both of them remained untouched.

"I'll take care of it, Sans. It's all on me, I'll speak to them. I miss them too," Jon gently assured her. The least he could do was show up and face them and answer any questions that they had. He was certain there was going to be a lot of questions, as Sansa had mentioned. He was prepared to deal with the anger and the grief. They had a right to feel that way.

“Jon, I should get going. I don’t like leaving Bran alone for too long,” Sansa shifted in her seat and stood up. Jon noticed she was still wearing the silk chemise he had bought for Alayne. Sansa had grown into a beautiful young woman, gone were the freckles and wiry red hair. Sansa was a bombshell, Jon observed as his eyes ran all over his estranged cousin. Jon looked away when he felt the familiar ache creep up, clothed in his boxers.

“Of course, can I drop you off?”

Sansa was too tired to object and shrugged, and changed into back into her clothes from the night before. ----------- Sansa was right, Jon didn’t know how to answer Bran and Arya’s questions or handle their outbursts, he had just let them vent out their anger and frustration at him. In the end, Bran was the most optimistic and welcoming in Jon’s return than Arya was and understandably so. Jon couldn’t complain, it had gone better than expected and Sansa’s encouraging presence helped a great deal.

“You should move in here. We have the extra room,” Bran suggested at dinner one evening. Sansa glanced cautiously at Jon as his eyes met hers.

“It will be nice to have the family back again. You are family Jon. You’re a Targaryen but Aunt Lyanna’s only son. You should live here with us. Besides, it will be awesome to have you around like old times,” Bran contemplated, looking to Sansa for support.

“Yeah, I’d like that very much,” Jon agreed wholeheartedly. It had gotten considerably manageable and civil after the fateful reunion a few months ago. Jon had promised Sansa he was going to be there for all of them and that was exactly what he was going to do. He had come by the Stark house almost every day since.

“Well, in that case I better get your room ready then,” Sansa offered with a smile. Jon was still the same old Jon after all. -------------------------- Jon had no inkling how much his life would change for the better after getting in touch with the Starks. He delighted in coming home to a family, a luxury he had not experienced for a long while. Being cared for like the fortunate human being that he was, with a home cooked meal at the end of the day, catching up with Bran and having a laugh with Sansa and sometimes a grunt or two from Arya, made him that much more complete. Jon was grateful Sansa had given him a chance that night, despite the unsavoury premise of their first meeting. She forgave him that same night. The Sansa he knew now was sweet, kind, soft spoken and well mannered like how she had always been. Only this time her qualities only amplified her beauty. Jon wondered if there had been any suitors in the midst.

Summer had just begun and it was only appropriate the young ones in the household needed to let off some steam and enjoy their youth. Bran had gone off to camp and Arya went on a school trip with her classmates. It was just Sansa and Jon by themselves.

They were sitting together quietly by the fire, Jon reading his book and Sansa with her cross stitching. They had occasionally glanced in each other’s directions, smiling and appreciating one another’s comforting presence.

“So, tell me, how come you, a Targaryen hasn’t had a date for so long? Ever since you’ve been here, you’ve not been out with anyone. I hope we aren’t cramping your style,” Sansa giggled as she teased Jon, hoping to get a reaction from him.

“Why are you asking me this? What about you? I haven’t seen you out dating either. Already keen to kick me out, eh?” Jon shot back, putting his book down and wagged his finger playfully at Sansa.

“Well, look at the both of us now, sitting at home, by the fire reading and stitching. I think this is it Jon, we’re officially old,” Sansa laughed at her situation. After she had left the agency, her personal life was much quieter now. She would get a text or two from her regular clients but it was all there was to it and nothing more. It was good waking up not feeling guilt and shame. Her new counsellor job at the youth centre made her feel purposeful.

“No we’re not. We’re just content. And at peace. It’s been a while I felt this way,” Jon thought out loud, wistfully.

“Oh? And when was the last time?” Jon sighed, he didn’t like bringing up bad memories, but this family was no stranger to them.

“I was almost married once. It felt good having someone. Having someone to come home to, to talk with, to spend time with and do everything together. She was going to be my wife but one day she decided she didn’t want to anymore.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry Jon. I didn’t meant to bring all that up,” Sansa’s heart went out to him. Jon had proven himself to be gentle, generous and tender hearted. A little brooding perhaps but Sansa guessed that was part of his charm. Jon shrugged, it was all in the past and he didn’t like looking back or stepping back in it.

“I won’t deny I miss that. I miss her too as well. Can’t help it since we’ve always had fantastic se-“ Jon paused abruptly, embarrassed to go on further. As close as he was to Sansa now, they had never spoken frankly or intimately of their personal lives. Sansa paused her cross stitch and watched Jon.

“Fantastic sex?” she finished the sentence for him. Jon nodded sheepishly. Sansa smiled. She missed that too.

“It happens when you’ve been with someone for a long time. But yeah, a few years ago, to answer your question.”

Sansa picked up her cross stitch again and continued, although this time her mind was on something else. She stole quick glances at Jon whenever he wasn’t looking in her direction and watched him intently. For all that he had done in bringing her family together again, Sansa believed that he too deserved happiness. She wondered if there was anything she could do. Whatever Jon wanted she would be willing to give, if it brought him joy. Seeing him happy was now her mission.

“So, say if you were married and had a wife, what’s she like?” Sansa asked quietly, trying to keep her focus on the needle and thread in her fingers. She heard Jon shift in his seat.

“Hmm... good question, Sans. Gosh, how would I know? I should be a good husband to her first I guess,” Jon pondered, his book now closed and placed aside. Sansa did the same with her stitching.

“What would she do for you, what would she say... what would she wear?” Sansa probed on, an idea forming in her head as she waited for Jon’s response.

“My wife? Well, she doesn’t have to do much. I guess if it’s one thing she needs to do is cook because I sure as hell can’t. And we’ll have dinner together just the two of us, talking about every day stuff, and we’ll talk about our day at work, the gossip in the office, then talk about our families... I’m sorry I’m rambling on.”

“No, no carry on, I’m listening.”

“Well, we wouldn’t argue since I adore her too much to say no so I’ll agree to whatever she’ll say. I mean, she’s my wife, right? What will she wear? I guess she’ll be wearing those skirts, you know the ones that cling, because I love it when she shows her curves,” Jon continued, grinning and thoroughly enjoying imagining his fantasy spouse.

“What about in bed? What will she be wearing in bed?” Sansa prodded on, not sure why she asked it. Jon paused to think, wondering if Sansa was mocking him and if he should play along.

“In bed? Oh, she would be a vixen in bed, black and red lingerie and stockings and all the works. Straight from a Victoria’s Secret catalogue,” Jon joked, even though the imagery sent tingles to his loins. Sansa smiled. The idea was already in her head now and all it needed now was precise execution. ----------------------- Sansa took some time off early from work that day to prepare a special dinner. She had picked out the perfect pencil skirt with a thigh high slit and a red off shoulder blouse that bared a little skin and showed off her curves. Only thing now was contemplating whether she should put on the black and red silk teddy with the stockings and garter belt. She wondered if she was pushing it too far. Sansa decided to anyway, she loved lingerie, it made her feel confident and good in it. It had been too long since she felt confident or good. Sansa took one last look in the mirror and waited for him to come home.

“Hey Sansa, you home? I thought-“ Jon stopped dead in his tracks as Sansa appeared from the kitchen and gave him a lingering peck on the cheek. Her lips were dangerously close to his. Jon was stunned, partly from the kiss and partly from how dazzling she looked.

“Hi honey,” Sansa greeted him and handed him a beer. Jon stared at her in confusion, puzzled if she was pulling a prank on him.

“Umm.. hi. Sansa, you look amazing. And whatever you’re cooking smells fantastic,” Jon greeted her, trying to act normal.

“It’s Coq Au Vin, I made your favourite. And I also got us a bottle of your favourite wine so why don’t you sit down and make yourself comfortable, honey,” Sansa turned him around and led him to the dining table. Jon read the label on the wine bottle. True enough it was his favourite. And the meal too. It didn’t take long for Jon to realise what was going on. Sansa felt a grip on her wrist as she poured him a glass. Jon was staring at her now, his eyes dark and dangerous.

“Sansa, whatever joke you’re pulling now for whatever reason, it’s not funny. Stop it now. Or I’ll make you,” Jon warned her. Sansa sat down and faced him.

“Jon, let me do this for you. For all that you’ve done for me, I want to see you happy. Please let me do this for you,” Sansa pleaded, trying to free her wrist of his grip.

“Do what Sansa? What is the meaning of all this?”

“I wanted to let you, for a day, see what it’s like in having a wife. That’s all. Whatever you said two nights ago, I wanted to make it real for you.”

“You don’t have to Sansa. Did you think that I’m here because I want something in return from you?” Jon’s eyes were now staring holes right into her. Sansa didn’t see what was wrong with the surprise. A lump slowly formed in her throat.

“No Jon! I just wanted to do something for you, something to remember, I won’t make you do anything I promise! I just wanted to do this for you, the least I could,” Sansa felt her eyes watering and her voice quivering. Jon finally let her hand go. He covered his face with his hands. Sansa turned away and stood up to leave the table. Perhaps this was all just a bad idea.

“Sansa, you don’t have to. I’m here for you because I care for you. That’s all that matters. What I want doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy,” Jon confessed, his eyes turning slightly red. Sansa didn’t want to face him anymore as she wiped away a tear. What was she thinking?

“Sansa. Listen. You don’t have to do this to make me happy. You already do. Seeing you every day when I come home, makes me happy, talking to you every day makes me happy. Hearing you laugh makes me happy. You are the reason why I’m happy every single fucking day! You know why that is? Because I fucking love you, Sansa Stark. Your happiness is my happiness and I will just fucking shoot myself  if I ever leave you again,” Jon continued, his own voice quaking with emotion.

Sansa twirled around and saw a dejected Jon facing her. She saw it all wrong. He was talking about her, he was describing her and he saw only her. That fantasy of his was all real life as he saw it every day in her. Sansa walked over to Jon and cupped his face in her hands. Their lips were only inches away. How she adored this man, now more than ever.

“Then, let don’t ever leave me, Jon. I promise you, I’ll do my best to make you a happy man.”