#giona's asks 💕

[fan-goddess]

Ask letter M 💕

Ask game kink

1) Murder on the dance floor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

2) Misery meat by Sodikken

3) My sails are set by Sonya Belousova, Giona Ostinelli and AURORA

4) Mary on a cross by Ghost

5) Milk and cookies by Melanie Martinez

[ninebluehearts]

Hello there, my darling Hannah. For the menu today, I would like some more Ghost!Laurent! Because my darling husband needs more loving and plus I'm sucker for ghost and reader stories. The last time we left off, Laurent is ready to made you his bride. He's obsessed with you and he can't wait any longer.

Part 1, part 2

I shall serve you my finest part three to our little series, my dearest Giona 💕

You hadn't seen Laurent in what seemed like forever, which was strange. He seemed to be everywhere before, but now there was nothing but radio silence. Though, that wasn't the only thing that was strange.

About a week after your last encounter with the ghost, it seemed like something was out to get you. It was small things at first; a black widow in your shoe, a lit candle falling into the pile of hay you were shoveling early in the morning, you tripping over seemingly nothing..

These could all be labeled as coincidental, some even clumsiness. But when you felt a pair of hands push you as you headed down a staircase, causing you to almost fall to your death, you knew something was up.

Later that night, you sat in bed, waiting. And when the familiar feeling of being watched crept over you, you knew he was there. "You can show yourself. I'm not mad." You said as you closed your book and set it on your nightstand, before looking around the room. "Just curious."

"About?" Laurent said, suddenly appearing on the bed right in front of you.

You gasped, slightly flinching away from him. You watched a smile creep onto his lips, a playful glint in his eyes. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"But you meant to when you tried to kill me earlier?" You quipped, sitting up straight.

Laurent's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Maybe.. Who's asking?" He asked with a chuckle that sent butterflies swarming throughout your belly.

"I am. I thought you loved me? Why would you want me dead?" Though your breath trembled, you maintained your best neutral expression.

"Because I do love you." He said as though it was obvious.

"I don't want to play this game, Laurent." You crawled over and sat right next to him, looking into his eyes through your eyelashes. "I wanna know what's going on."

Even though he was a ghost, Laurent shuddered, staring at your lips like they were his favorite meal; and he was absolutely starving. "Because I need you, mon chérie. I cannot wait any longer."

You nodded, reaching out to touch his hand, but you found that it only moved through him. "And you need me to die for that to happen." You whispered, your entire body shaking under his gazed.

"Yes." Laurent mumbled, never taking his eyes off of you.

You took in a deep, shaky breath as you though about the weight of the situation. Were you ready to die for a man you barely knew? A dead one, at that. "You could always loose interest.." You stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the almost full moon.

"Never." Laurent whispered against your neck, a cold breeze following.

You turned around and looked at him, really looked at him. You couldn't tell if he was lying or not, or even if he knew himself. But with the way he looked at you in this moment, his soft brown eyes filled with pure adoration, you were willing to do anything if it meant you could kiss those sweet, soft lips of his.

"Would it be crazy if I said I wanted to do it?" You said, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

Laurent grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, which felt more like a cool breeze once again. "No. You'd finally be mine, mon chérie. I'm looking forward to it." He said as he slowly disappeared.

[ninebluehearts]

Hello again, Hannah! I'm here to bring inspiration to you! I maigine Blue Jones in some type of Haunted Mansion vibes because we all know this man is a creep on creeps! I envision the reader wearing dress from Eiko Ishoka (think of Mirror Mirror or Dracula). Blue Jones is a man of mystery, no? Phantom of the Opera meets Haunted Mansion! The possibilities are endless!

Hi Giona! Thank you for the inspiration! 💕 This is giving Dark Romance and I am here for it 🙌

When your friends told you about the party Mr. Jones was holding at his mansion, you didn't know if you should go or not. Sure, the little voice in the back of your head was trying its best to scream at you that this was NOT a good idea, but the bigger voice inside was already piecing together outfits from your closet.

In the end, you made a last minute decision to go. You picked out your finest dress- an emerald green gown with what seemed like a million layers of lace and ruffles, topped with an elegant row of ivory feathers around the neckline. Your favorite part was the golden embroidered flowers that danced along the bottom half of the dress, and at the edge of its widened sleeves.

You wore your hair up in an elegant bun, a few wild curls laid along the back of your neck and next to your ears. Considering the length of the dress, you decided to wear a pair of simple black heels, knowing they would be the most forgiving on your feet after what you knew would be a long night.

When you arrived to the mansion you felt somewhat underwhelmed. Sure, it was a beautiful building with an even better property, but the fact that it wasn't taken care of properly made it unattractive. The garden was filled with weeds, vines climbed high along the walls of the building, and there seemed to be this awful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you looked at the building that you couldn't quite describe.

Though, your disappointment came to an end when you saw the buildings interior. The walls were just the right shade of off white, which pared well with it's mahogany floors. And just like your dress, the ceiling was decorated with detailed golden flowers, all meeting together to form one big flower in the center. Your mouth was agape with wonder as you studied the gorgeous details of the home.

While you were distracted, you didn't notice the pair of eyes that were studying you. In the mix of the large crowd of company, Mr. Blue Jones couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Though he was supposed to be discussing business with a couple of his partners, the matter didn't seem important anymore. After he rudely interrupted their conversation with a muttered, 'Excuse me,' he made his way over to you.

You were pulled from your state of wonder with the feeling of chills on your neck, a harsh wave that didn't seem to go away. You rubbed the back of your neck attempting to soothe them, when you heard him. "Excuse me Miss. I don't believe we've met." And when you turned to see the owner of the voice, you could only assume that it was Mr. Jones. This man commanded too much power to not be the host.

You gave him your name and he mumbled it back to himself with a grin, almost like he was piecing together a puzzle and he found the last piece. "And I assume you're Mr. Jones?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Smart girl." He mumbled. Then he held out his arm, gesturing for you to take it. And going against that feeling in your gut again, you hooked your arm around his. He proceeded to lead you around the room, slowly making his way outside while droning on and on about the history of the building. Which you would have loved if it we're for the fact that this guy gave you every red flag in the book.

But when he sat you down on a bench in his unremarkable garden, you noticed the way the moonlight danced across his pale skin, making him impossibly lighter. The way his eyes couldn't focus on just one thing for too long, or the way his hair would fall back onto his forehead no matter how many times he pushed it back with his hand.

While he honestly gave you the creeps, there was something desirable about him. Almost like he was drawing you in so he could capture you. A Venus Flytrap came to mind as a comparison. Though, you didn't know if it would be such a bad thing if he did..

"Ah, look at me rambling.. Maybe we should head back inside?" Mr. Jones mumbled, noticing how you weren't even paying attention to him anymore.

Only God knows why you decided to lean in closer to him, ignoring his question as you pressed your lips against his. You were absolutely terrified, and when he kissed you back, you knew you were in for it. But what, you didn't know.

[ninebluehearts]

So I was watching The Promise this week and I was crying my heart out! The ending made me feel bittersweet, Mikael is a perfect surrogate father to Yeva and she looks so radiant in her wedding dress. Since we know he sets up a practice in Massachusetts, I can picture him falling in love again. He worries about the age difference, but you don't care along he's happy, you're happy. Yeva is pleased that he found love again and treats you as the mother that she cherished.

Hey Giona!! Sorry it took me forever to answer this ask! Once I got home after work I went ahead and rented The Promise so I could properly respond to this! And when I tell you that I was s o b b i n g at the end?? I was inconsolable 😭 And Yeva and Mikael had no right looking so pretty on her wedding day tf??? They were so cute 😭💕 (also, this is gonna be set before Yeva's wedding :) I hope that's okay!)

You first met Mikael through your best friend Yeva. Your parents were out of town for the week and you didn't want to be by yourself, so she invited you to come and stay with her and her Father while they were gone. You couldn't stand being alone after your husband was killed by a group of Turkish men that had invaded your home. You never felt truly safe after that. Luckily, your kind parents allowed you to move back in with them.

After Yeva introduced you to Mikael, you couldn't stop thinking about him. How his firm, rough hand felt on yours when you shook hands; the way he gave you his full attention whenever you spoke. And whenever your eyes met his throughout the day, a warm wave of tingles would flood throughout your body.

You couldn't seem to fall asleep one night, the loud claps of thunder from a near by storm shaking you to your core. You felt rediculous being thirty-two years old with a fear of thunder storms. Not wanting to wake Yeva with your twists and turns in the shared bed, you went downstairs to get yourself a glass of water. Turns out you were not the only one who couldn't sleep.

Mikael was hunched over the kitchen counter, writing a letter to one of his patients who had cancer. And by the look of stress etched on his face, you could tell it wasn't looking great for the patient. He glanced up and saw you standing in the doorway, his soft brown eyes immediately meeting yours. It was at that moment you knew you were falling for him.

You spent the rest of the night sitting on the front porch talking to Mikael about anything and everything. He told you about what it was like living in Spain during the war, what had happened to his family, and about a woman named Anna whom he loved and lost, just like everything else. And in return, you told him about your late husband Marcus.

As the sun started to rise, you realized that you didn't want to go home. Hell, you didn't want to leave him. Ever. He seemed to notice your silent revelation, because his eyes bore into yours with an earnest attempt to say 'stay with me'. You both inched closer to each other, as if a magnet was pulling you together. And when he kissed you, everything suddenly felt right.

You married soon after. Though age gaps were common in both of your native countries, he constantly worried about being twenty eight years older than you. But you loved him too much to care about the age gap. If anything, you loved him even more for it. And listen, you still loved your late husband and missed him dearly, but there was something about Mikael that just made you finally feel safe again.