LittleFallenPrincess

Thank you so much for all the praise! It makes me really happy to know people really enjoy my stories! I will admit Beatrice's character definitely got more development in Parum Mortis, as she was more of a centre character and I got to work with a bigger cast. And as for Nia getting more chapters at the end, I agree, I would have liked to have done more of Vic's perspective, but I don't think I could have written whole chapters from her perspective in Hell, as well as the fact I kinda wanted to leave what she went through down there very vague, as well as giving a sense of unease about what is going on with her. So glad you enjoyed it overall though and hope you enjoy my future stories! (and any that you may have missed so far!)

Chapter 6: Damage Control Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess ‘Breaking news!’ “C… Charlie?” I called out to her as I saw my face plastered on the TV. It had been about a week since my playdate, and we were having a quiet night in. The election was looming and I was just trying to not lose the plot before the big day. “What is it, sweetie? I’m just loading the dishwasher…” Charlie replied from the kitchen. “You need to come in here…” A plate clanked into the rack and I heard footsteps get closer and closer, until Charlie popped her head into the living room. “What is it?” “Look…” I said, pointing at the TV. “Oh… oh shit…” ‘It has been revealed that the little running for MP in the capital is not who they say they are…’ I sat there, frozen, as I watched the headline ran across the bottom of the screen, my mind racing and panicking as I sat completely still. ‘Olivia Clarke, the little candidate running for the Green Democrats Party, has been found to be hiding something about herself that she has kept secret from the public. Olivia Clarke was not born Olivia Clarke… instead ‘he’ was born…’ Charlie grabbed the remote control from the sofa and quickly turned the TV off. “I… I…” I was speechless. “Baby, it’s okay…” Charlie said, dashing to the sofa, sitting next to me and pulling me onto her lap, cuddling me tightly. “How did they…” “Someone must have leaked it. You know how bad reporters can be. No doubt your political rival will have had someone doing a background check on you… It wouldn’t have been hard to find your old records.” “But…” “I know, baby. But it’s okay. We expected this…” “It… still hurts…” “It does, but we can get through this. I don’t think this will change many people’s opinions of you, although like we theorised… we have to watch out for them using this as a weapon against you. Most people won’t care that you’re trans. And if the latest polls are to be believed, even if we lose a fraction who may be transphobic, we’ll still win.” “I hope so… I…” “Come here…” Charlie squeezed me tightly and kissed my head, rocking me back and forth gently. “So… what do we do now?” “No doubt we’ll get a call any minute now from Chris or someone, and they’ll want to discuss damage control.” “Can we just stay here for a bit longer then? I… I need dis…” “Of course baby, we can stay as long as you need.” I knew they would find out I was trans. I didn’t exactly hide it brilliantly. Faith’s nanotech was brilliant, but it didn’t erase my old records, especially paper ones I couldn’t get scrubbed. And I’ve been waiting, anxiously, for this day… but no amount of preparation was adequate for the feeling inside my chest now that it was out there. My biggest personal secret. The one thing I just put behind me, in my past… now out in full view, reminding me of my history. And all I could do was cry into Charlie’s chest. ------------------------------------------------------------------- “Thanks for coming in suddenly. I know you had a busy schedule today, but that’s been derailed by this. We’ll still have the press event later, but we’re going to have to skip the door-to-door canvassing. We need to discuss strategy.” Todd said, showing us into the office where a bunch of people were gathered. Todd was our head of communications. He worked closely with the press secretary Chris had hired to make sure I came across as favourable in the public eye. The two of them were Amazons, and wanted to play off more of the ‘poor little in a big, scary world’ image to the public, but Charlie and I didn’t want to lie and put out a fake image… we wanted people to vote for me because they believe in me and everything I stand for. And yeah sure, in politics that’s rubbish. It’s about who has the most money and most connections, and in any other election that would be the case, but this election… thanks to Charlie’s book and the overall sway of opinion towards littles… and because Charlie and I wouldn’t agree to it… we ended up being more truthful. Walking in between Todd and Charlie, I confidently walked through our head office, towards the meeting room at the back, in my baggy white blouse and my smartest pants. Charlie was really stealing everyone’s gazes though as she wore the most gorgeous pantsuit, making it look like she was really the one in charge. Which… yeah she pretty much was in our relationship. The volunteer staff, mostly littles, looked at me… weirdly… as we walked past. They must have heard the news… and I was honestly terrified that they hated me now. “In you come…” Todd said, pointing towards the chairs at the end of the table. One normal one and one higher up… and I knew which was mine already. Lifting me up, Charlie sat me down on the not-highchair-but-still-pretty-much-a-highchair and then took her own seat next to me. “Thanks for coming in, Liv.” Chris said from the opposite end of the table. Chris, the Head of LIBRA, was always present for any important decisions or meetings. He was our main link to the party I was running to, and the person who had recommended me to them. In between us, were a group of Amazons, all wearing smart outfits, with documents and notepads in front of them. And each had a big role in getting me elected. From press stuff to canvassing, to making sure I was entered into the running correctly, these twelve or so Amazons ran pretty much everything. They were the backbone of this. Some were chosen by Chris, mostly our lawyers, but most of our staff were assigned by the party leader. I had noticed, early on, that there were no other littles aside from me and Chris, which unnerved me. That’s why when we started talking about getting people to canvas for us and staff for the office… I demanded we had a rough 50/50 split of Amazons and littles. We couldn’t have purely littles, as half of our staff would have been adopted on the doorsteps they were canvassing at, that's why we always had a one little/one Amazon thing for campaigning. “So… I’m guessing you all saw the news…” I sighed. “We did. But we also knew this was coming…” Chris said, sighing. “We didn’t!” A few Amazons spoke up. “We didn’t think it was a huge thing, especially not to out our candidate!” Chris argued back. “Yes but now what are we supposed to do?” One Amazon asked. “Easy, we hold the press event later and Liv comes out…” Chris suggested. “I…” I stuttered, unsure as to what to say. “That’s not fair, she shouldn’t have to come out to everyone nationally!” Thankfully Charlie had my back. “She should only come out if she wants to. Do not, and I repeat do NOT force her to do this.” Charlie’s look at the other Amazons could kill, and I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of it right now. “But we need to…” One of the Amazon’s spoke up. “You need to shut the hell up and listen to me. We do not make her come out like this. Only when she is ready. If she is ever ready. For now, we can pass this off as just another attack on her character.” Charlie continued. “I…” I couldn’t raise my voice. It was all still a bit too much for me. “So what about the rumour that Olivia likes being a baby?” Another Amazon asked. “Wait, what?” I finally spoke up. “Yes, there are rumours surfacing and spreading that accuse you of being Charlie’s adopted baby… without being a baby. That you like being treated like that…” “Where did these rumours come from?” “Online. We don’t know where. The public knows from Charlotte’s book that you had to pretend to be a baby to hide your relationship, but if the rumours are true… then I don’t know how we could spin that… they’ll surely call for a ruling of maturosis and have you taken out of the running… probably even annul your marriage.” Charlie was furious at this point, I could see it on her face. So as soon as she opened her mouth, I got the courage to speak up myself. “The rumours are false. But we are not hiding me being trans. I want to come out. I want people to know the real me.” “But sweetie… the real you is the ‘rumour’ too…” Charlie whispered. “Yes, but I am not risking our marriage.” I whispered back. “We will just hide the baby stuff for a while. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” “Okay, but are you ready to come out like this though?” “I have to be. It sucks… but people deserve to know, right?” I looked up to the board of Amazons, all looking at me, awaiting my decision. My heart was beating faster and faster and I’m pretty sure I’m close to having a panic attack. “I… need to think. I need a drink of water. I’ll be right back…” I said, quickly hopping off my tall chair and rushing out of the room. Closing the door behind me, hearing the Amazons and Chris talking about me behind my back, I took some deep breaths and noticed all eyes were on me yet again. That’s when all the littles, and even some of the Amazons, came rushing over. “Are you okay, Olivia?” One girl asked. “Deep breaths.” Another suggested. “Is this about the news report?” One of the Amazon girls asked. “I… yes…” I said, in between breaths. “I… is it true?” One guy said. I looked up at him. I didn’t know what to say. Do I admit it and come out publicly? I’ve been kinda hiding my trans status my entire life… but now it was already out there kinda… was it better to deny it and hide away, living in stealth yet again? Or do I come out and hopefully that won’t affect the public’s opinion of me too much? I couldn’t decide. It was a huge decision, and I wasn’t prepared for it. Like we knew this was a possibility, but nothing prepared me for this feeling. This guy, holding my hand, his slightly chipped nail polish on full display, looked at me with the same look I remember seeing on myself before. A look I remembered from years ago… I could tell who they were instantly. Or more… what they were. And that was all I needed. “Yes. It’s true. I’m trans.” “Oh my god!” “No way!” “I never would have guessed!” All the usual responses. But none of them are negative. All of them praising and cheering for me, patting me on the back and seeming… supportive? And this person, whose hands still gripped mine… looked at me with hope and wonder and relief, confirming my suspicions. “Thank you… for being so brave.” They said, hugging me out of nowhere. So I leant in and whispered in their ear. “You’re brave too. If you ever need someone to talk to… I’ll have Charlie give you my number, okay? You’re not alone.” “Am I that obvious?” They laughed, still hugging me tightly. “What’s your name?” “Christia…” They stopped for a second, before changing their answer. “Chloe…” “Well it’s lovely to meet you, Chloe. And if you need help getting nanites from a safe, reliable source, just ask, okay? I know a Doctor.” “Really? Oh my god… thank you…” She said, pulling away from me, with tears in her eyes. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I was close to tears myself. I had never thought of this… how my story could be used as a beacon of light for other trans people. As affirmation that it’s okay for us to exist. Especially littles who are trans. So that was my answer. I knew what to do. And as everyone patted me on the back and congratulated me and told me how brave I was… I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was about to do next. ======================================================== I'm glad you're all enjoying this sequel! And I'm glad I can still scare some of you Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 2 of 4 chapters of my Christmas special, are up on SubscribeStar as a timed exclusive (any of the commissioned short stories I end up writing will only be there, but this is a Christmas special so I'm thinking of posting it here for free just after Christmas maybe. We'll see anyway). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 5: Playdate Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess The gate bell rang. “Oh, that must be them!” Charlie said, getting up and walking out of the living room, leaving me alone, as I sat on the sofa. After we had left our therapy session yesterday, and after we had exchanged numbers with Elise and checked in with Eve to give her our opinion of her new therapist, Charlie and I headed to the campaign office for a bit. We had some strategy to talk about, like where I’d be appearing for the limited time before the election, and by the looks of it I was going to be very busy on the run up to election day. Thankfully, we managed to negotiate a bit of time off on the evening before the election, and the following day, so that we could have some time to ourselves to focus and relax. I was still the focus in the media, whilst my party was taking a bit of a backseat in the election coverage. Which was understandable, I was the first little running for MP that actually stood a chance of winning. I was being backed by the biggest left-leaning party that would accept me, and also by LIBRA, the little’s rights organisation. So of course they couldn’t shut up about me on the news. Lots of talk about whether I’m even capable of staying awake during meetings, or making it through parliamentary discussions without needing a change… all the usual attacks littles get when it comes to anything serious. But that’s the bias in the media. Most of it was run by billionaires, billionaires who wanted a certain narrative playing for their own purposes. Whether they truly want all littles adopted, or they own shares (or even whole companies) that cater to the infantilisation of littles… they all wanted me to fail. Which honestly just made me push on further and harder. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of them win. Partially for the sake of all littles and their futures… and partially because no doubt they’d retaliate if I lose, and have me deemed immature… ruining my marriage to Charlotte. Charlie has been extra protective of me this past year or so. She even made sure I couldn’t watch any news if possible, limiting it as much as she could. I didn’t blame her, it was bleak looking at all the horrible things they were saying about me… and my wife. Some people wanted me adopted… by someone else, saying ‘Charlie isn’t fit to even be my Mummy’, all because they still see Amazons and littles being together as… unnatural. But fuck them. They weren’t going to win. I poured my heart and soul into my campaign, promising that I would improve the lives of littles. So after a very productive evening yesterday, and a busy morning talking to some journalists this morning… It was now my time off, the only time off I’d have until election night next week. Charlie had talked to Elise’s Mummy, Catherine, on the phone last night, and arranged a last minute playdate for me and her two littles. Part of me was excited to get to be a baby around the two of them… but part of me was nervous still. Especially after finding out they had had a run in with our other selves. I still couldn’t believe Freya and Ophelia had popped into our world and not even said hello! Like… I know they didn’t want to get involved but… I mean they already decided to give that up by helping Elise accept her place in life. Which I still think is weird. Like… from what she said, she was like me. Avoided getting adopted, but knew it would come. I guess all littles right now have that threat looming over their heads… and I guess it’s safer for her now she’s accepted her place and been adopted. And she’s with the love of her life… Ah, who am I to question a freaking Goddess anyway? But anyway, here I sat, on the sofa, as Charlie buzzed our guests through the gate outside and greeted them at the front door. Sitting on the sofa… wearing my dungarees, frilly puffy sleeved pink shirt, and a very thick nappy that prevented me from walking. It wasn’t a crawler, thankfully, but it was thick enough that along with my dungarees meant there was no way I could even waddle anywhere. So I had to sit patiently and wait for my Mummy and our guests to arrive. We originally planned to have the playdate up in the playroom, but Charlie wanted me nearby, thinking it was good for all of us if she and the other Amazon could keep an eye out on us. So Charlie had set up a playpen in front of the sofa, with a bunch of my toys. Problem was… I kinda wanted to talk more about the whole thing Elise had gone through, and I’m not sure her ‘Mummy’ knows what happened. But all my other worries, including that, got pushed aside as Charlie walked in, followed by a beautiful blonde woman who nearly matched Charlie in height, pushing a stroller with two littles in it. Looking over the sofa at the two littles, I saw Elise and Danielle waving at me, both with big smiles plastered on their faces, wearing outfits that were very very different from our first meeting. Gone was the professional therapist, instead Elise now rocked a gorgeous blue dress that… wait… WAS THAT ONE OF MY DESIGNS? Danielle was in a matching dress, although hers was yellow. Both of the littles had their hair up and their little ruffle socks on their feet, and they both just looked… adorable. Like twins… at least in outfits. “Where did you get those two adorable dresses for them?” Charlie asked with a smile on her face. Clearly she had also recognised my work. “A little clothes shop in town. They do the most wonderful outfits. Apparently the designer is a little! I never would have guessed, and at first I was a bit apprehensive, but I was told it’s a very ethical store that caters to littles and consenting littles only.” Elise’s Mummy said, unstrapping her littles from their stroller. “Is that so? Malcolm never said that…” I said, much to Catherine’s surprise. “You know the owner?” “She should, she owns half of the business…” Charlie replied, grinning. “Mummy…” Elise said, taking her dummy out of her mouth. “Olivia is the designer.” “She is?” Catherine turned around and looked at me, shocked. “Oh my… now it all makes sense. Sorry, I hadn’t put all the pieces together. First Ellie saying she had this big new patient, the whole running for MP thing… and now the dresses. You’re really accomplishing a lot, especially for a little!” “Haha it’s okay, I’m just glad you like my work!” I said, blushing. “Your designs are gorgeous!” Catherine continued as she lifted Elise out, placing her in the playpen. “And if these two weren’t consensually adopted, I would’ve had to have had a baby myself just so I could dress them up in these!” “Haha… I never thought of branching out to Amazon children. Maybe that’s something I could discuss with Malcolm… right after the talk I have with him regarding our customer focus…” Honestly… I didn’t mind. In fact I preferred that he was only serving consensually adopted littles and not those who had been taken and regressed. I was just a bit worried about him really, as this would obviously hurt our sales… and he’s pretty dependent on those. I have Charlie to pay for most things, thankfully, although I like to pay some of my share of the bills with what I earn from my designs, and hopefully soon I’ll have a proper salary from being an MP… if I win. Malcolm has the shop, and that’s it. And most of our business was from Amazon’s who forcefully adopted their littles. I understand that at first we had to maintain our cover whilst we used our operation to rescue and help kidnapped littles, but now that our operation is over and we’ve all moved on to our own things… there’s no need to keep up appearances. But still… maybe I’d have to talk to Malcolm about this, to make sure he isn’t financially screwing himself over. “Come on then, poppet…” Charlie said, walking over and picking me up off the sofa as Catherine grabbed Danielle and followed us to the playpen, plopping us both down next to Elise. “So, Charlotte…” Catherine began as she sat down on the chair next to the sofa where Charlie was sitting. “Call me Charlie!” “Okay, Charlie, so if I’m remembering correctly… you’re the author who brought down GLC, right?” “Yeah, that’s me.” “Fascinating. I mean me and Tom tried to do our best regarding our two little ones, but you and Olivia… you two are accomplishing such great things!” “Shush, there’s no need to compare. You helped these two out when you could have been like any other Amazon and regressed them. You saved lives too. Be proud of that. Now… how about I go grab us a bottle of wine so we can chat and brag about how adorable our babies are whilst they blush and play with their toys?” “That sounds wonderful!” Catherine smiled, relaxing back onto the chair in her casual jeans and sweater combo, making her look very… ‘Mum’. We played for a good while, half having fun… half listening to our Mummies gossip and brag about us. So for about half the time we were blushing. Ellie and Danny were so much fun to play with, and they seemed genuinely cool, so I was hoping that this would be the start of a beautiful friendship with them and their adorable family… and that it wasn’t crossing any lines regarding her being my therapist. But then again Eve has done a lot for me, including therapy… and she’s one of my closest friends. “Catherine, why don’t I show you the rest of the house. You just have to see the playroom I have for little Liv…” Charlie suggested, putting her glass of wine down on the side table by the sofa. “Oh I’d love to!” Catherine replied. Both Mummies got up and walked off, and just as they were leaving I heard Charlie say “It’s so nice knowing a nice Catherine. I’ve not had the best experience with Cat’s…” Which made me giggle. And so it was just the three of us ‘babies’. “This is so much fun, thank you for inviting us round!” Danny said, smiling at me as she picked up another block and placed it on her tower. “Yeah, it’s fun, I’ve not been on a playdate in… well… ever…” Ellie said, shrugging her shoulders. “Seriously? Never?” I asked, surprised. “Well I’ve always had my girlfriend here to play with and be a baby with… and we don’t really know any other littles who are adopted like us or like to play baby.” “Yeah it seems like we’re common, as I know a few of us… but that’s just because we kinda converge together. The vast majority of littles don’t like the baby stuff.” “Understandably so.” Commented Ellie, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “Exactly. But hey, I’m glad you’re here… and tell me if you don’t want to… but can I ask a question… about your run in with Freya?” I asked, nervously. “No, go ahead. It’s nice to be able to talk to someone else that isn’t the two of us.” Replied Ellie. “So your Mummy doesn’t know?” “God no! She’d feel so guilty if she knew… that’s if she ever believed us. So go on, what’s this question?” “So it’s more of a technical question… so how did the loop work?” “Whenever I was regressed, whenever my mind was hypnotised… the day would start over, and I’d wake up in the coffee shop where I worked… over and over again. I’d go through a set pattern, including seeing Danielle for the first time in years.” “So were you out of the loop too? Or in… or… you know what I mean…” I laughed as I asked Danny. “Oh I knew about it. Freya told me what would happen… I just didn’t expect Ellie to go through… so much.” Danny looked… guilty upon admitting this. Clearly Ellie had gone through a lot during those loops. A lot of shit. “Yeah it wasn’t until a while after, when Danny told me all about Freya and the fact she was in on it, that I knew it was orchestrated to make me accept my place and the dangers around me.” Ellie continued. “Wait… so you didn’t even know about Freya for months? Or that Danny knew?” “Nope.” “Were you…?” “Angry? Oh yes. I was pissed. At Danny, at Freya… at my fate…” Ellie sighed as Danny looked down, guiltily. “But then I knew it was for the best. Any number of those loops could have been the rest of my life. That creepy Daddy guy, my friend who betrayed me, being turned into a little bimbo baby… any of those could happen to me. And don’t get me wrong, as much as I enjoy being baby for Catherine… I still prefer to be an adult most of the time. And I wish I could switch it around so I’m an adult out in public and a baby at home… but unless you manage to win the election and change things… being with Danny… being with Catherine and Tom… this is the safest and best place for me right now. I’m… happy. Actually happy. So I don’t harbour any hatred or grudges or anything. I’m just glad I got Danny back.” Danny lunged over and hugged her girlfriend tightly, kissing her on the cheek and burying her head in Ellie’s shoulder. “You two are so stinkin’ adorable!” I said, nearly squealing in joy at how cute these two were together. “Not as cute as you and Charlie! We’ve both read her book…” “Don’t you start!” I said, laughing awkwardly. “Oh no, you got to ask us a question, we get to ask you a question!” “...Fine…” I sighed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “So… hopefully we can set up another playdate sometime when you’re not so busy? Hopefully when you’ve won the election, Olivia.” Catherine suggested as she pushed the pram containing her two littles towards the door. Charlie followed closely behind, holding me in her arms as I suckled my dummy. “Hopefully. It was lovely having you here, and so lovely getting to chat with you.” Replied Charlie. Charlie opened the door and as Catherine was walking out of it, Danny started throwing a tantrum. “What’s up, Princess?” Catherine asked her. “We didn’t get an answer!” “To what, honey?” I sighed again… ‘Fine…’ “It’s good. That’s all you’re getting.” I said, rolling my eyes at the two infantilised littles sitting in the pram. Danny squealed, excitedly, and settled back down in her stroller seat as Catherine looked back at me and Charlie. “What’s good?” She asked. “Oh nothing… just a silly thing they asked me earlier.” Now even Charlie was looking at me, confused. And so the Amazons shrugged their shoulders, before Catherine walked off, waving behind her as Charlie and I waved back. “So… what did they ask?” Charlie whispered to me. “I…” “Tell me, otherwise you’re getting no ice cream after dinner… and I bought the kind with little bits of strawberry in it…” “Fine…” I pouted, “They wanted to know what sex with an Amazon is like…” “And you replied with ‘good’? Looks like we’re going to have to change that rating to at least a ‘mind blowing’ before we give you that ice cream…” Charlie grinned at me, closing the door and carrying me off upstairs. ======================================================== Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! My first chapter of my Christmas special, is up on SubscribeStar as a timed exclusive (any of the commissioned short stories I end up writing will only be there, but this is a Christmas special so I'm thinking of posting it here for free just after Christmas maybe. We'll see anyway). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Chapter 4: Link Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “So… considering now I know everything about you…” “...Yes?” I asked, worried about Elise’s thoughts. “You’re handling yourself pretty damn well. I thought it was stressful for you being a little married to an Amazon, especially considering you’re running for MP. Like… the attention you must have garnered must be overwhelming. And we’ve never had a little MP. I mean there was that one time… but we both know how that ended. You however… actually have a chance.” “Thanks? I guess?” I laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, they don’t exactly teach you this, so this is mostly my personal opinion. Your situation is pretty unique. But then so was mine. I just can’t believe we’re connected now, all thanks to Freya.” “I know, right? It’s weird, but I’m glad it happened. And I’m glad I’m not the only one on this Earth that’s been through something most people could only dream of in science fiction.” “How about you, Charlie?” Elise asked, turning to my wife. “Umm… what?” Charlie snapped back to reality and smiled at Elise. “How are you handling all this? I mean you may not be a little, but to find out all that stuff, to find out about what you call ‘variations’ and Freya and Ophelia… that’s a lot to take in for any normal person.” “I adjust to things quickly. And I’m okay with weird… I married Liv after all…” Charlie replied, sticking her tongue out at me and smiling. “Me weird? You’re the weird one!” I said to her, playfully. “I’m not the one who enjoys being a baby!” “Yeah… well I’m not the one who likes babying another adult!” “Ladies…” Elise said, trying to calm things down. “You’re both pretty weird. So am I. Everyone in your little circle seems weird. Weird is good though.” “Yeah… you’re pretty weird…” Charlie joked. “Hey!” Elise pouted, before changing the topic. “Well… anyway, Charlotte, you’ve been through a lot… How are you feeling? Especially now that your book is out and all the attention has switched to your wife.” “I’m okay. I actually don’t like the attention. I mean… I also don’t like Liv having that attention either, it makes me worry constantly that someone is going to take her…” ‘Wait… she’s constantly worrying about me? I figured already, but to hear her actually say it…’ “And what do you do to combat these worries?” Elise asked her. “I keep her close. I keep her safe. We moved to a bigger house last year just so I could keep her safe. I… keep constant watch over her in public… it… it… it’s exhausting.” Charlie sighed. “It is?” I looked up at her with worried eyes. “Baby, I don’t mind, really I don’t. It’s exhausting, but it’s better than the alternative. I can’t let another Madison take you. I can’t let anyone do anything to you that we can’t reverse. I’m not losing you again. I lost you once…” I gripped on to her arm tightly, nuzzling my face into her arm. “I love you, Charlie.” “I love you too, poppet. And remember, if you get elected… and you manage to make it safer for littles… I won’t have to worry as much. I’m okay worrying about the short term, when the future looks so bright.” “You always had a way with words…” “I mean… I am a writer.” “Are you working on anything at the moment?” Elise asked her. “Actually… yes.” I pulled away and looked up at her in shock. “Wait… you are? Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her. “Because it’s a surprise.” “Not another ‘let's tell the world about you and me and falling in love and being your baby’ thing, right?” “No, don’t worry baby. I promise.” “Okay… and you’ll tell me more about it in the future?” “You’ll be the first to read it.” “...Mkay. I bet it’ll be good. I’m excited!” I replied, snuggling up to her arm again. “So Charlotte mentioned you wanting to change things for the better for littles. I’ve watched a lot of your campaign rallies, your speeches were amazing.” Elise said to me, continuing to write notes down on a notepad she held on her lap. “Thank you…” I blushed. “But I noticed you never actually say how you plan on making it better for us. What kind of world do you envision for littles? And how realistic is that vision?” “I mean I envision a world that all littles dream of. Not to be adopted, not to be living in constant fear. True equality. Adoptions are illegal unless consent is given, and even then it would have to go through rigorous checks to make sure the littles aren’t being coerced.” “So you’d still allow adoptions? Interesting…” “Well I mean look at you… look at me… You’ve no doubt met Sarah and Zoey too here, Eve’s littles. We’re all adopted. Well technically not me, but I am legally Charlie’s. And I enjoy the babying. The world is still a difficult place for littles, and if some want to be adopted, that should be their choice. We have to make this clear, otherwise it would punish people like you and my friends. Maybe even me and Charlie. It’s all about consent, and removing the fear from little’s hearts. We need to make it so little’s can walk the streets without being adopted.” “And you think this is a feasible goal?” “Honestly… no. I know the sentiment towards littles is changing. I know ever since Charlie’s book, and since Charlie and I got married, and then when I announced my candidacy for parliament, that things have gotten better. I know the polls actually have Amazons in support of more rights for littles hitting 50%... which is unheard of. But I genuinely don’t think we’ll have the backing in parliament, even if we win. Even within the party I’m in there are anti-little right’s members. They’re few… but still…” “So are you going to try for the impossible… or are you going to settle?” “I want to try… but I don’t think it’s possible. So I’m going to try to limit adoptions, rather than make them illegal without consent.” “And in what form will that take?” “I… maybe we have stricter Little Social Services checks, banning Amazons with abusive pasts… cracking down on the abuse of littles more than the actual adoptions. Maybe that way a lot of Amazons will see adoption as less attractive if they can’t abuse and humiliate their little.” “And how about you, Charlie? Do you think that’s good enough?” Elise turned to ask my wife. “Me? I… I’m not the best person to ask. I’m an Amazon…” Charlie looked away, awkwardly. “But you’re married to a little, you’re basically one of the catalysts that have brought about this change in public sentiment. If any Amazon’s opinions are worthy… it’s yours.” “I… Well, I don’t like that Liv has to compromise. I like her original vision, where littles are equal to Amazons. But I also understand that something like that would require something huge to change within the hearts of the public.” “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we won’t see it in our lifetimes. But I think what you two are doing now… even if it is a compromise… This is the start of something that will ripple down and cause huge change. Maybe it won’t be today or tomorrow. Maybe it won’t be a few months from now. Or a year. Maybe not even ten. But I think you two are going to change the world. And hey, if I get to come along for the ride with you, even as your therapist… then I feel privileged.” “Oi! No getting sappy!” I said, sticking my tongue out at Elise. “Look, I know things today that I didn’t know yesterday. The existence of things much bigger than me. And getting to be part of that story… It means a lot. And hey, if you’re happy with me continuing to see you, then you have to get used to my style.” “Well I like it…” Charlie said, shrugging. “I never said I didn’t!” I whined. “Hmm…” Charlie thought to herself. “What’s up, Charlie?” I asked. “Well if Elise and her girlfriend are in on this, they have to be in in.” “In in?” Elise asked, confused. “OH! Yeah!” My face must have lit up, like it does when Charlie surprises me with a new toy or game. “I mean we’re free tomorrow…” Charlie said. “You want another session so soon?” Elise asked. “I mean I have the afternoon free tomorrow…” “Silly baby…” I said, teasing her, making her instantly blush. Yeah… she was one of us. “She means a playdate.” “P… playdate?” Charlie took over again, “You, your girlfriend, and Liv. At our house. A playdate. Have you all little and adorable and…” “I… umm…” Elise was blushing more than before… It was adorable. “I… I’d have to ask…” “Your Mummy?” Charlie interrupted, making Elise’s face turn a deep red. And as if right on cue, or as if there was an all-seeing Goddess wanting things to happen at that exact moment just for fun, pushing the plot along… there was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Elise called out. The door slowly opened, revealing… the receptionist. “Oh hey, what’s up? I’m with a patient right now…” Elise said to the receptionist who awkwardly stood in the doorway. “Your… Mummy…” The receptionist looked awkward just saying that. “She wants you to call her. Says your phone is off. Says it’s important.” The receptionist replied, trying to whisper the word Mummy. “Oh… umm… thanks…” Elise blushed as the receptionist nodded and walked back out. “Sorry you two, I need to call my… umm… Mummy, apparently.” “Ask about a playdate!” I reminded her. Elise pulled out her phone and switched it on, before finding out she had like 14 missed calls and a couple dozen messages. Pressing a few buttons on the phone and lifting it up to her ear, she waited for someone to answer. During which time her cheeks had returned to normal. “Mummy? What is it?” She asked, nervously. It was clear she still felt that shame in calling an Amazon ‘Mummy’. I would know… I felt bad for a long time. In fact I still kinda feel it now, but it’s gotten a lot easier recently. “Uh huh… yes… no, she remembered to give me it… you liked it? Oh good… oh okay, sure… I… yes, Mummy… No Mummy… Yes, I will ask the doctor for a… for a change…” Elise’s red face was getting brighter and brighter as the colour rushed back into those cute little cheeks of hers. Charlie and I just sat there, squealing internally at how adorable Elise was. “Yes Mummy, I understand… I won’t be too long…” As soon as we could feel the conversation on the phone winding down, Charlie took this opportunity to strike. “Elise?” Elise looked dumbfounded and looked over at Charlie, unable to handle both Amazons talking to her, Charlie in front of her and her Mummy on the phone. “Umm… yeah? Sorry Mummy, no, that’s my new patient… one second… Yes, Charlie?” “Can I speak to her?” “You want to speak to… my Mummy?” Elise’s Mummy must have heard this, as Elise quickly went back to the phone conversation, “My patient… she wants to chat to you… I don’t know why… I… sure…” Charlie must have noticed Elise lied when she said she didn’t know why she wanted to chat. We all knew. Elise handed Charlie the phone, and quickly looked down at the floor, blushing intensely. “Hello, is this Elise’s Mummy? This is Charlotte Williams. Yes, the Charlotte Williams. Yes, my wife and I are her new patients.” I couldn’t hear what Elise’s Mummy was saying, I was only getting one half of the conversation, but I noticed as soon as Charlie said that we’re Elise’s new patients, Elise’s face perked up. I think she really wanted to have us. And honestly… yeah I feel like we connect really well, so I’d be happy to see her again. “I was just wondering if you’d be interested in a little playdate with the three of our little ones. Liv, Danielle and Elise. At our place. I’d love to chat and get to know you whilst the cuties play in the playroom. Really? Fantastic! Elise said she was free tomorrow afternoon, is that alright with you? Brilliant. Right, I’ll give Elise our number and we can arrange it all over text later. It was lovely speaking to you. Yes, sure, one second…” Charlie handed the phone back to Elise, who put it up to her ear. “Yes Mummy? Yes Mummy. Uh huh. Yeah… I want to… they seem…” Elise blushed a bit more, before whispering, “...they’re nice.” She thought she had been quiet, but Charlie and I both heard her… and it was adorable. She’s very much like I was when I first started doing the whole ‘little little’ thing with Charlie. “Okay Mummy, I’ve gotta finish our session. Yes, I’ll get their number. Yes… yes… uh huh… okay… I wuv you… umm… byeee….” And with that, Elise hung up and awkwardly raised her head to see our expressions. “That… was… adorable…” I grinned. “Just like Liv when we first started dating…” Charlie added. “HEY I WASN’T… okay yeah I was mostly that bad.” Elise just blushed and hid her phone, before picking up her notepad again and her pen. “Right… let’s finish up shall we?” She said, trying her best to sound like a big girl after all that. …Which none of us were buying right now. ======================================================== Glad more of you realised what was going on! Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! Today is the day I'm posting my first chapter of my Christmas special, which will be SubscribeStar timed exclusive (any of the commissioned short stories I end up writing will only be there, but this is a Christmas special so I'm thinking of posting it here for free just after Christmas maybe. 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Chapter 3: Work... Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I awoke with a bit of a hangover. “Ugh….” I groaned, finding a dummy lodged in my mouth. “Wai… when did dis…” “Well good morning, sleepyhead!” Charlie said, enthusiastically, from the doorway. Her upbeat, chipper voice grated against my brain and I wanted to screech. It was like nails on a blackboard. So I groaned back at her and covered my head with my pillow, protecting my hungover brain from all this enthusiastic torture. “Come on, get up, breakfast is nearly ready. Then we need to get you ready for therapy. And if you’re a good girl… I’ve got a surprise for you…” And as if someone had just set fire to my bed, I shot up and dashed out of bed, finding myself waddling out of the bedroom with all the speed of a drunk gazelle. “It’s amazing the speed you move with such a swollen nappy… all for a slight mention of a surprise…” Charlie said as she casually wandered into the kitchen, finding me sitting in my open highchair, waiting for breakfast. “I like surprises, okay?” I grinned at her. “How’s your head, pretty girl?” ‘She called me pretty…’ Again… very gay for my wife. Especially when she has this amazing ability to shut my brain down completely with just simple words. Without using hypnosis either! “Could do with some food and a drink, and then I’ll probably be feeling right as rain. I may be a bit of a lightweight, but I’m still fast at recovering from it, like I used to.” “Well good job I decided to make you a proper breakfast…” “Wait… proper one? As in…?” “Yes, the whole thing. Bacon, sausage, beans… I know you’re a picky baby so I left off the egg and the tomato, don’t worry. But here… let me just finish plating up.” Quickly plating our breakfast, she redirected herself and walked over with her hands empty as she grabbed the tray for my highchair and placed it in, locking it securely, trapping me where I sat. “You can feed yourself this morning, but you’re staying in there.” She informed me. “Okay… Mummy!” I grinned back at her. “So Eve was telling me she wants you to speak to someone new?” “Wait, she didn’t say that to me. Just that she wanted to try something new. She told you she wants me to talk to someone else? Is she no longer my therapist?” “Did she tell you anything else? She didn’t even tell me who this person is, let alone why she wants you to talk to them.” “Nope. I just got a ‘we should try this new thing’ and that was it.” “Maybe she got some specialist or something? Because whilst Eve has been an amazing Doctor… she isn’t a therapist. Not that that stopped her from doing it anyway.” “Maybe. I’m actually sort of excited to find out who it is.” I said, feeling good about today. “Me too.” Breakfast wasn’t eaten, it was more… sucked up. Even Charlie was telling me to slow down, that I’d get indigestion and stuff, but damn… it was good. Especially with this hangover, I needed to fill my stomach and this was hitting all the right spots. Finishing off with a glass of orange juice, I sat back and patted my belly. And then after Charlie laughed and pointed out how my stomach is a bottomless pit, she carefully scooped me up out of the highchair and carried me off to get ready for the day. --------------------------------------------------------- “Mrs Clarke?” The receptionist called out as we sat in the clinical reception area, on these slightly-comfier-than-normal seats. It was still weird being called ‘Mrs Clarke’ and not ‘Miss Clarke’. We had discussed if we’d take one of our surnames like straight people do, or if we’d do one of those double barrelled surnames like ‘Clarke-Williams’. I mean sure, it has a nice ring to it, but in the end we opted for Mrs Clarke and Mrs Williams. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, along with my favourite black coat, I hopped off the chair to my feet. “Here!” I called out. It was then that the usual door opened and out walked Eve, in her fancy suit and glasses, looking around until her eyes closed in on me. “Ah Liv! Perfect timing. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She said, smiling and waving me over. “I’ll see you in a bit, sweetie…” Charlie waved to me. “Charlie… Why don’t you join us for this session?” Eve suggested, taking Charlie by surprise. “Really? I mean… I don’t want to get in the way… this is to help her…” “And I think it would be good for you to meet her new therapist.” “...Okay then.” Charlie said, standing up and grabbing my hand, smiling down at me as we followed Eve into the corridor. Walking past her office, where I’d usually have my therapy sessions with her, we continued on until the next door down, a room I hadn’t been in before. Escorting us in, Eve walked over to the empty desk in the corner. “Take a seat…” She instructed. Charlie and I sat on the big sofa in the middle of this gorgeous office. It looked a lot like Eve’s in fact, but it definitely wasn’t as it didn’t have her little personal touches like photos of Zoey and Sarah and her doctorate. Eve then walked over to the desk and seemingly talked to… someone? Like… I couldn’t see anyone. Not until the chair moved and suddenly a pair of legs dropped down, appearing in the little gap under the table. “Ah, so soon? Sorry, I was reading your notes on… nevermind. Shall we then?” Said a voice a lot less booming than Charlie’s or Eve’s. The little legs moved around the desk as Eve followed closely behind. “Olivia, Charlie… I’d like you to meet my latest member of the team… Miss Graves.” Out walked a very beautiful woman. Smartly dressed in a blouse and trousers, her gorgeous brunette hair pinned up into a bun, her beautiful eyes really standing out… but she was less than half the size of Eve. She was a little! Like me! “I…” I stuttered, unable to speak due to a mix of confusion and excitement. What I wanted to think was ‘A Doctor… who is a little? Someone who did that well and got that far… the world really is changing for the better! I’ve never heard of a little who became a Doctor!’ But instead my brain just… shut off, and it was like static was playing up there. “Hi! I’m…” Miss Graves began, before looking at me, confused. “Wait… aren’t you the…?” “Am I the what?” I replied, my brain finally working enough to form words. “The little from…” “Charlie’s book? Yeah.” I smiled, blushing. “No, the coffee sho… ah nevermind. Just my mind playing tricks on me again. Anyway, please let me start over. Hi, I’m Miss Graves, I’ll be your new therapist from hereon, hopefully. I can’t believe I can finally put a face to the name. The infamous Olivia Clarke! And Charlotte Williams!” “You know of us?” I asked. “Only from hearsay. Obviously we can’t trust the news, so I’ve never actually seen your face.” “Not even in newspapers?” “I don’t read them. Too much bias. Plus my Mummy doesn’t like me reading them.” “Your… Mummy?” Charlie asked, confused. I was glad she asked, because another second later and I definitely would have. “Oh yes, Miss Graves is an adopted little. But it was purely consensual. She got adopted by her Mummy and Daddy when she ran into an old flame of hers. Now they’re dating each other, adopted by their caregivers.” Eve explained. “Oh that’s an interesting story! You’ll have to tell us all about it!” I said, smiling up at her as she walked over and sat down in the chair opposite where Charlie and I were sitting. “Maybe… not that you’d believe it…” Miss Graves mumbled. “Huh?” “Anyway, I must be off. Got important hospital business. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Miss Graves here. And Liv?” Eve looked at me, sternly. “Yes?” “Be good…” “I always am!” Eve laughed and walked out, leaving us alone with my new therapist. “So Dr Graves…” I began. “Not a Doctor. Just… a therapist.” “Oh… I assumed…” “Nah it’s okay, it was a big risk Eve even taking me on like this, but I’m good at my work and hopefully I can be a good therapist for you! Helps that the legality behind giving littles therapy is… muddy. And please, call me Elise.” “Elise? That’s my middle name!” I cried out. “No way! Small world, eh?” “So… where do we start?” Charlie asked, seemingly feeling a bit left out. “Well I’d like to get to know you both a bit first, if that’s okay? Get a basic understanding of what’s going on in your life, what’s bothering you, that kind of thing. And if you’re okay with it, I’d like to extend the session.” “Sure. Go for it.” I replied. And so we talked for a while. Charlie and I discussed our relationship, our difficulties, all the scares and everything… Obviously we left a few things out, like the existence of our sisters and everything, but hey, Elise isn’t in our inner circle… yet. Though she seems really cool, and very intelligent, which was nice. Plus I was dying to know what this situation of hers is with her girlfriend and her Mummy and Daddy… It was nice meeting another gay little, though this seemed really damn common in my little circle, it was like I pulled lesbians in. Like a little sapphic magnet. “Wow… you’ve been through so much. And hey, I understand how difficult all this is. You’ve had so much to process and it feels so… overwhelming sometimes, doesn’t it?” Elise asked. “I guess. Thankfully I have Charlie to help me through it all. You sound like you’ve also been through some stuff.” I replied. “Yeah. Though it’s a bit too weird to go into right now.” ‘Haha… weird… yeah… sure… as if she can compare to me finding out we have other versions of us out there…’ I thought to myself. It was at that moment that there was a knock on the door. “Oh… one second…” Elise said, putting her notepad down on her chair and walking off to answer the door. Upon opening it, she seemed… surprised. “Oh hey babe! What are you doing here?” “You forgot your Lunch. Mummy told me to bring it up for you.” Came a voice from the other side of the door. “Aww, you didn’t have to, but thanks. Sorry, I’m a little busy right now…” They were both trying to be quiet, but we could clearly hear them from the other side of the room. It was adorable how badly they were doing at the whole whispering thing. “Oh you’ve got patients… sorry…” The voice replied. “Don’t worry. Oh wait, one second… I need you to take something back to Mummy…” Elise said, turning around and walking back towards her desk. “Sorry you two, this will just take a second…” She apologised to Charlie and I. As Elise grabbed something from her desk, the door slowly creaked open, revealing another beautiful girl, one with warm, golden-brown skin, a dummy hanging from her dress with a dummy clip. The girl looked over at us as we looked back at her and her jaw… dropped. “FREYA?” She cried out, rushing into the room and standing in front of Charlie. “Fr… Wait, you know Freya?” Charlie asked. “You’re… not Freya?” The woman looked confused as she looked Charlie up and down. “I… umm…” “What’s up, Danielle? You shouldn’t be here, these are my…” Elise said, walking over and putting her arm around her girlfriend, before being cut off mid-sentence. “This is her!” Danielle pointed at Charlie. “This is who?” “You know… the one who… did the loop…” Danielle winked at Elise. “The one who… OH…” That’s when Elise’s jaw dropped,as she turned around and looked Charlie in the eye. “So you’re the one who did that to me…” “Did what?” Charlie asked, feeling accused of something that neither of us had any idea about. “But she had brown hair… not red…” Danielle added, looking confused. “So you do know Freya…” Charlie replied, giving me a quick side glance before looking at the two accusing us of… something. “Sorry, I’m confused, I thought you said this was her?” Elise asked her girlfriend. “I’m not who you think I am. But… I know who you’re talking about. So you actually met her? She was here? When?” Charlie asked this Danielle girl. “Months ago. She… looped the day for Elise so she…” Danielle looked guilty all of a sudden. “So that I would learn to accept that I wanted to be with Danny… to be adopted by her parents.” Elise sighed. “Ah… yeah that sounds like something they’d do…” I rolled my eyes and laughed with Charlie. “They? And wait… how are you so accepting of the time looping thing?” Elise crossed her arms at us both and glanced down with suspicion. “You two may want to sit down…” I said, smiling awkwardly. “So let me get this straight… you are ‘variations’ of these two… and there are other worlds out there… and… and… and…” “I know it’s a lot to take in. It’s why I left it out during therapy.” “Yes, but that’s also a lot to deal with! A lot of stuff you NEED THERAPY FOR!” Elise raised her voice, frustrated. “I guess, but hey, we weren’t to know you two had been put through a time loop like that beaver story from the other side of the portal! How were we supposed to explain the whole multiverse thing without you thinking we’re crazy? Just wondering… how many people outside of this room know about your time loop adventure with Freya and Ophelia?” “...No one. I didn’t even know it was caused by anyone until Danielle finally admitted it to me a while ago, I originally thought it was the universe teaching me a lesson. It was a lot to process at first, but when she told me she had made a wish to some fairy godmother person, it all fell into place. So wait… this ‘Ophelia’ was in on this? So that little from the coffee shop was her all along… oh my god…” Elise slapped her face in frustration. “They did say they wanted to get out and explore the universes. I guess they stopped off here again and saw a little in need. That’s very… them.” I smiled, feeling a heartwarming feeling as I was relieved the two of them were out there, enjoying themselves. “Because that’s very… us.” Charlie laughed. “So you’re them… but not?” Elise asked. “Exactly. Basic building blocks, but different outcomes due to genetics and upbringings and worlds.” “That's so… wow… like…” “I know, we were the same when we found out. But hey, the time loop must have been cool?” I asked Elise. “No. Not as a little. It was scary. Sure… I had a bit of fun with it. No consequences and all that… but some of it was pretty damn scary. Every time my mind got regressed, it’d loop. Still… if that hadn’t happened… I would never have this perfect life with my amazing girlfriend…” Elise said, grabbing her girlfriend and squeezing her, kissing her on the side of the head. Danielle squealed in delight… whilst also looking extremely guilty. “Sorry babe, I gotta go, Mummy is still waiting outside. She’s gonna be worried.” She said, quickly kissing Elise back on the cheek. “Ah yes, sorry, you get going. Don’t forget to give this to Mummy…” Elise handed something over to Danielle and I looked at her, confused. “Ah, it’s just a… drawing I did… for the fridge…” “D’awww!!!!” Charlie and I squealed at the same time. “Hey! In return for cute, babyish things like that, we get stuff like alcohol for our date nights and maybe the house to ourselves.” “Ah… that’s a fair system!” I replied, making Elise blush. Danielle grinned, before kissing her girlfriend on the lips and skipping out of the room, Elise’s drawing in hand. “So… back to our session… I guess you can tell me everything you’re feeling now…” Elise sighed before collapsing back into her seat. ======================================================== So... this chapter feels familiar... :3 Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 2: Catching Up Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Why do I have to have my drinks in a bottle?” I whined as I sat in the comfy car seat. It was still weird, even now, sitting in a babyish car seat in Charlie’s car, whilst wearing such a grown up outfit. For our meeting with friends at the pub, Charlie had dressed me in one of the new dresses I had designed and had Malcolm print out for me. A beautiful full length black dress with strappy shoulders and detailed, intricate stitching… I was a bit overdressed for the pub, but hey, I don’t get to go out like this often, especially to places I can trust. “I was just joking!” Charlie replied, laughing. “You’re all being so mean to me today! First the tickling…” “You think that’s mean? I can be mean…” She grinned. “Eeek!” I squealed, quickly covering my mouth with my hands, causing Charlie to laugh even more. “We’re nearly there, baby. Remember… two drinks at most, and we have to go earlier than usual, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow, okay?” Charlie said as she pulled into the car park. “Uh huh. Yes Mummy… I mean… Charlie.” “Good girl… Now, let me help you out.” She said as she pulled up into a parking spot and got out. All the while my insides were fluttering about like a butterfly rave. ‘Those two words will be the death of me… death by too much squirminess!’ I thought to myself as Charlie appeared on my side of the car and opened the door, helping me out of the car seat and placing me on the ground. Straightening out my dress, I reached up and grabbed Charlie’s hand, and after she quickly locked the car, we headed over the road to the pub where our friends should be waiting. “There she is!” Malcolm cheered, raising his pint into the air in celebration. “How many has he had?” I asked Claire as Charlie sat me down in the booth our friends had reserved for us all. “Just the one. But he hasn’t had anything to eat and he hasn’t had a drink in a looong time.” Claire replied, rolling her eyes. “God… he’s so much different than he was at university. So much WEAKER!” I yelled that last part right at Malcolm, who looked at me and his brow furrowed. “How dare you, little miss. If you didn’t have such an important job of saving all the littles in the country… I’d challenge you to a drinking contest, just like old times.” Yeah… Malcolm wasn’t drunk, but he was certainly tipsy. “I could take you any day…” “Yes, but we’re not going to risk any silly behaviour that could damage your reputation, Liv.” Charlie said, putting her arm around me and squeezing. “Bleh. Charlie’s right. But still… bleh.” Malcolm responded. We all sat around a large table in a booth in the corner of the pub. Charlie and I sat together, Malcolm and Claire were opposite us, Zoey and Sarah were chatting away quietly to each other as their Mummy, Eve, focused on our conversation, David was sitting next to Charlie, Sam also joined us, though his wife was busy with the baby. Even Gwen and Amber had joined us tonight! It was like the whole gang's back together. We had thought of inviting Taylor and their lot, Judge Linda and Thomas, Dorothy, Luigi and Eliana, our parents, and also Alice and John from earlier, but firstly, we would have packed out the pub at that point and it would have felt a bit too busy, and secondly we kinda just wanted the old team back together. And yes I know Gwen and Amber weren’t actually part of the team, but they’ve been two of Charlie and I’s biggest allies, so we needed to invite them. I’m glad I did, as it was really nice seeing Amber again. It had been way too long, and now that they were legally an adult again, it was good to see them thriving. Laughing along, having a drink, you could see how happy she was now that all that baby stuff was in the past for her. Gwen and her were really close friends and practically joined at the hip. Gwen kept other Amazons off Amber’s back, and Amber was apparently quickly becoming quite the little chef, learning a lot from her housemate. Gwen’s restaurant was doing really well still. Especially after the proposal video of Charlie and I went viral online, loads of people wanted to go there. Though now she has at least one proposal there a week, with people trying to emulate what Charlie did for me. Which I guess was… nah, it was weird. Definitely weird. But sweet. It’s been a weird couple of years. And things were seemingly going to get more difficult and possibly even weirder now that I was running for parliament and a lot was changing. Not everything was changing though. Dorothy was still doing well at Littles Clothing Co. Taylor and their little polycule were doing really well though I heard Taylor actually got declared mature, which was nice. Linda and Thomas were doing well, and Linda’s sister, the betweener, still hadn’t been declared mature. Luigi had officially retired, leaving the restaurant in the capable hands of his kids. Alice was slowly recovering from the loss of someone in her life, thanks to some deep regression therapy. I was the one to recommend she speak to Eve at her hospital, which she did, and now she’s coping a lot better. Malcolm was still the same, but now he runs the shop mostly by himself. Claire works on my campaign, and is basically my contact with LIBRA. Zoey and Sarah are happily dating, Sarah even proposed to Zoey, who happily said yes! Sam is taking a break from practising law, instead he’s one of my best advisors and is trying to teach me how politics work. Because it’s one thing being the face of littles and people wanting you to run for MP so you can bring in rights for littles and save us all… but they all kept forgetting I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE OR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT ANYTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS! So thankfully Sam has been teaching me some basic stuff about what my role would entail, how business is conducted in the House of Commons, what is expected of me, what rules there are, how laws are written and passed, all that (not) fun stuff! I genuinely don’t think I could have made it this far without him. My parents were basically the same, still constantly worried about me, especially now I was out there in the news. There wasn’t much I could do about it, so I tried my best to just reassure them that everything would be okay, and that they don’t need to worry… though I doubt that will actually happen, they’ll always worry. Charlie’s parents had become really strong supporters of littles often turning up to my events, which is still a bit of a shock to us, but hey it’s nice to see people can change. Speaking of change… The biggest change was society. You thought I was going to make a joke about my nappy… which yes, it probably is due for a change soon as I may have used it on the car ride here. But no, society changed massively, more than any of my friends or even Charlie’s parents, in the past year. Adoptions had plummeted. Like… I’m talking about 70% less adoptions than the previous year. This was unheard of, adoptions had ever only gradually risen as more and more littles were taken and deemed immature, adopted by Amazons and turned into babies. But now… the opposite was true. Ever since Charlie’s book, and since my first public appearance since announcing my run for parliament… adoptions actually fell. Sure, the rate for people getting declared mature was still low, but it was very slowly rising. So people weren’t letting go of their littles… but at least they weren’t adopting more. Which was fantastic, honestly. It did make a lot of Amazons very angry once the numbers were published, but that was to be expected. It also means some Amazons have felt empowered to adopt even more littles, so now you’ll see some people with four or five littles, instead of just one or two like they used to. But hey, at least most Amazons were actually starting to side with littles now. They may not see us as completely equal yet… but I’m working on that and if we can stop them adopting us, that’s a huge step in the path to equality. “Oi… Earth to Liv…” Malcolm took me out of my own thoughts as I looked up and smiled at him. “Yeah?” I asked. “I was just saying, it’s nice to see you so happy and energetic… and then you go all comatose.” “Sorry, I was just thinking…” “About what?” Malcolm asked as the table went quiet and everyone started focusing on me all of a sudden. “Just… how much things have changed. How much happier we all are. How better things are.” “All thanks to you!” He said, raising his pint in the air. Everyone cheered and raised their glasses. “No… no… if it wasn’t for Charlie’s book, they wouldn’t know about me. She’s the one who should be thanked.” “And if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have written it…” Charlie replied. “We did this. As a team. All of us. Every one of us had an important role to play in getting to this stage. And this time next week… we’ll hopefully be taking a massive step forward… together.” I smiled up at my wife. “That’s if you win…” Malcolm joked. Claire nudged him, angrily. “Hey, I’m just saying… would be a pretty shitty way to end your story if you go and lose the election next week. I mean where would this story go from there?” He continued. “I have no idea, but no matter what happens, we’ll do it together. We’ll make little’s lives better, no matter if I win or not.” “Hear hear!” Claire nudged Malcolm before he could reply and raised her glass, cheering. And so everyone joined in, even Malcolm. The evening was lovely in the end. We chatted. We had some drinks. Charlie got annoyed because Malcolm slipped me a couple more drinks than she wanted me to have. It was great! Getting to hang out like this with friends, with privacy thanks to the pub owners who were part of LIBRA. It was the only way we’d feel safe drinking out in public like this. Plus Zoey and Sarah technically shouldn’t be drinking… as they’re still adopted littles, but the bar staff looked the other way. And so when it all died down, and everyone had left with their partners or friends, it left Charlie and I alone, walking back to her car. I say walking… She carried me. Malcolm wasn’t the only one who hadn’t had a drink in a while… Being slightly tipsy myself, I looked up into Charlie’s eyes as she carried me to the car on this dark, cold night. “Char…?” “Yes sweetie?” She replied. “I wuv you…” “I ‘wuv’ you too, baby. Are you okay? Did you have fun?” I nodded at her and grinned. “Uh huh! Did you?” “I did. It was nice seeing our friends. Now, why don’t we get you home, get that very soggy nappy of yours changed, then get you snuggled up with Mummy in bed? You’ve got therapy in the morning.” “How did you know I was soggy? Do you… do you have spies or somefing?” I replied, slurring my words slightly. “We’ve been together a while now, baby. I’ve changed a lot of your wet AND messy nappies… I know when my baby has gone potty.” “Hmph. You’re like a ninja. A really cute… beautiful… gorgeous… amazi… wond… sexy… nin…” And so I passed out in my girlfriend’s arms, snuggling up against her, feeling a happiness in my heart that I never wanted to go away. ======================================================== Thank you so much to you all for your lovely comments! It means so much to me that you've all been excited for this story and these characters to return. And well done to those who noticed the little throwback to the first chapter of the first story, not many people noticed it (or at least mentioned that they noticed it!). In other news, I'm still trying to decide where to make my new home for my stories. What I have decided is that it'll be on either Ream or Subscribestar.adult. Ream seems good as it's made specifically for writers, but SStar seems bigger and more developed. I'll let people know when I've made a decision! Also, regarding my new home, when I do decide, I'll be reviewing the pricing a bit, but I will be making a higher tier available for 1-2 people per month, which will get them a short story (3 chapters, 6-9k). I think I can keep on doing my main story whilst also writing 1-2 short stories for subscribers. These stories will be exclusive to my subscribers, I won't be posting them here. Don't worry though, this won't affect my main stories, they'll still be posted here for free. And one last fun thing to end this chapter with... there will be a Christmas short story special from me again this year. Got a really fun idea and I've already done the first chapter (Will be posting it in weekly installments leading up to Christmas. I'll let you all know when I post it here). Not spoiling what or who it is about. ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Here is the first chapter of my brand new Diaper Dimension/LittleFallenVerse ABDL story - Little in Love 2! The sequel you've all be looking forward to, and also my tenth story! Following on from the events of Little in Love 2 and Love in Dimensions, this story follows our adorable couple, Olivia and Charlotte, as they face the difficulties of Liv being in the public eye whilst she runs for a seat in the next election. Expect lots of fun, lots of cute moments, lots of mean cliffhangers, and lots of familiar faces. Its just more of the first story, and I hope you enjoy it! It will be shorter than Little in Love 1, at around my usual story length (40ish chapters), but it'll still be just as exciting (hopefully!). Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Due to the issues surrounding Patreon and our community, I will no longer be posting early access chapters to my Patreon. It is currently paused with no-one being billed, and I am currently in the process of finding a new home for my stories. I'll also be working on new tiers and pricing more so there may be other benefits for supporting my writing. I'll keep people updated once I've made some progress. Also, please link to my stories rather than posting them as files when sharing with others! Chapter 1: Run, Liv, Run! Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I dropped my bag as I ran for my life. Sure, it contained my whole life. My ID, my purse, my keys, my stuffies, everything except my phone; which I had given to my wife. But I was not going to allow myself to be caught. Not today. Not ever. I know what these people do to people like me. And I was not going to allow that to happen to me. I would rather be dead. I ran as hard as I could through the dimly lit corridor, pushing my still slightly unfit 5’10 body to its limits. Turns out those limits are pretty low when you don’t exercise or eat healthily, which is a bad excuse considering how much Charlie tries to improve my diet. But I pushed them regardless. Every time I felt like I was about to break apart, my body just kept going. A small part of my brain knew I was going to ache for days after this, but that part had been swallowed whole by the one simple thought running through my brain: run. They wanted me. I was the prey, they were the predator. I could hear them shouting behind me. They had the speed advantage on me, there was no way I could outrun their legs. However, I did have the element of surprise, the head start, the ability to get through small gaps, and a nice mix of adrenaline and fear. And I would take any advantage I could get. I managed to sprint down the corridor, jumping over boxes, avoiding a group of people who all turned their heads towards me. If I had gone near them they may have grabbed me and handed me over… it’s just that kind of world. I squeezed through some boxes, scraping my arm against a door handle, and eyeing an opening under a table. That was my chance. I needed to make it under there, somewhere they couldn’t follow, somewhere I could slip away and hide. Looking behind me, the group I just avoided had started making their way towards me with my pursuers not too far behind them, their eyes all locked on mine. Those cold, cruel eyes. The ones you’d see on a villain in a children’s movie. The little voice inside me was screaming for me to run, but seeing those eyes... I froze. I was done for. My body wouldn’t obey me. I couldn’t move. No matter how much I screamed at my body. Seeing those eyes and all the fears of what would happen if she caught up to me... My life was over. …And that’s when Zoey tackled me to the ground, pinning me down and beginning tickling me relentlessly as the others gathered around and grabbed my limbs so I couldn’t escape their organised tickle attack. “AHHHHH! NO FAIR!” I screamed out loud, laughing uncontrollably as they all laughed at me and teased me, my ashen hair flailing about in frustration. “Oh very fair, Miss ‘I’m totally a big girl, not like you babies’. Your britches too big for your nappies? Think you could get away from us just because we’re wearing thicker nappies than you? Just wait until your Mummy catches up… you’re gonna be so blushy when your nappy is even thicker than ours!” Zoey teased. “Come on girls… let my baby catch her breath…” ‘My saviour… my knight in… a cosy… knitted jumper.’ I thought to myself, looking up at the beautiful face that I still made me feel butterflies in my tummy whenever I stared into her mesmerising eyes. Zoey stopped tickling me at Charlie’s request, but didn’t bother getting up off my stomach. Instead she just sat there, her thickly padded ass pinning me to the ground, making me unable to move or fight back. At least I could catch my breath now. “You okay, babygirl?” Charlie asked, smiling down at me with her gorgeous smile. And yes, beautiful, mesmerising, gorgeous… I’m very gay for this girl. I mean I married her, so yeah… “Uh… huh…” I replied, breathing heavily. “Good. Zoey, can you get off my baby so I can get her appropriately dressed?” “Can I help pick out her outfit?” Zoey replied, not moving an inch. Charlie took one look at me before grinning and turning to Zoey again. “Sure.” “No fair!” I cried out. “Girls… if you’ll excuse me. Zoey, you come with. Hold my other hand, okay?” Charlie said, holding both her hands out. Zoey grabbed one and Charlie used the other to reach down and grab mine, pulling me up onto my feet with no issue whatsoever. Benefits of having an Amazon for a wife, I suppose. Being married to someone who can single handedly lift me up and is twelve feet tall definitely has its advantages. “Pick something super blushy for her, okay?” Sarah said to her girlfriend, grabbing Alice’s hand and skipping off to the playroom. Zoey replied by winking at her, before turning to grin at me. ‘I’m going to regret teasing them…’ And so that’s how I ended up in the poofiest, frilliest pink dress with a crawler nappy of all things. I couldn’t even stand in it! I mean… I guess that’s implied in the name, it forces you to crawl. Instead I just sat in Charlie’s arms, my very thickly padded ass on full display to everyone behind me as she carried me into the playroom, Zoey giggling the whole way. It was nice to have these get togethers now and again, especially with everything that’s been going on. I still can’t believe it's only been like a couple of years, so much has happened. I got married to an Amazon, I joined a political party as a candidate for parliament, my whole relationship… at least a lot of it… got put out there into the public eye in Charlie’s book, and then don’t get me started on the adventure with Rose and the others. After learning there’s a much bigger picture than my small little world, it was hard to settle back into normal life. I mean after the things I saw… who could? And if it wasn’t for Charlie, I probably wouldn’t have done it, but as usual, she’s the voice of reason and the source of stability. But I was managing it. We got back to our way of life, we returned to whatever ‘normal’ was for us. Our Mummy/Baby bond was stronger than ever and we made sure to take time out of my busy schedule to have time to focus on that. Meanwhile, the rest of my life was devoted to campaigning. After the current Prime Minister called for an early election after recognising the threat Charlie and I posed, we had no time to waste as we campaigned like crazy, trying to win people’s hearts and minds. There were a lot of things to do, a lot of places to go, a lot of people to talk to, and Charlie helped me through it all. She was my rock. Sure, I had staff thanks to my political party, and they were a great help, but it was Charlie that kept me going. I had to stop taking orders for my clothes, sadly. I was far too busy, the only time I had to make anything was for myself, so regretfully I had to step back from the business and let Malcolm run it for the time being. I’d send him sketches occasionally, so he always had new designs, and thankfully with the help of his girlfriend, Claire, he was managing to keep up with demand without being too overworked. Part of me missed that old life of mine, designing clothes… helping regressed and kidnapped littles… but I knew this was more important. If I win, this would make a much larger difference to little’s lives. So yes, my life gets pretty hectic lately. I don’t get much free time to myself outside of evenings, and even then I’m too exhausted to do much. So these little get-togethers with my friends every now and again mean the world to me. I get to be my baby-self and play with my friends for an afternoon… I get to forget my worries and fears. Today I’d colour some pictures in, play dress up, pretend I’m a tiger, throw balls from the ballpit at my friends, and probably have my nappy changed at multiple points and be teased the entire time. Tonight we’d all hang out as adults with my other friends, the old team of mine, and we’d have a drink or two. Sort of a ‘calm before the storm’ type thing. The election was in two weeks. I still didn’t feel prepared for it, I don’t think anyone did. And this was the last time we all had free to spend time together before it. So I was going to make the most out of it and colour the hell out of some Princesses. After Zoey, Alice, Sarah and I spent a few hours playing in my playroom and having fun whilst Charlie and the other bigs chatted downstairs, talking about boring adult things no doubt, it was time to wind down and get going to the pub, otherwise we’d be late. So John took Alice in his arms and said goodbye, they had stuff to do and needed to head home, wishing us a good time and good luck with the election as no doubt the next time I would be able to see them is at the election results. Eve put Sarah and Zoey in their double stroller and grabbed her coat, heading for the front door. “I’ll get these two bundled up in the car and get going. You two won’t be far behind, I hope? You can’t be late.” She said, looking back at Charlie and I. “Don’t worry, I’ve just got to change my baby back into my girlfriend, dress her in some more appropriate adult clothing, then we’ll catch up and meet you at the pub.” Charlie replied. “Good. It’ll be nice to see everyone again. Oh and Liv, if I don’t remember to remind you later, don’t forget your therapy appointment tomorrow.” Eve reminded me. “I know, Doc…” I said, smiling at her, with a slight grin. “Good, because there’s something I want to try. It may help you, after everything you’ve been through.” “Oh?” “Be patient! You really are just a baby, aren’t you? You’re as bad as these two…” Eve laughed, making me blush. “Oh you don’t know the half of it…” Charlie added, making me blush even more. This wasn’t fair, they’re not allowed to team up on me! Why is everyone ganging up on me?! “So yes, see you soon. Don’t forget… appointment.” Eve said, opening the front door and gripping the stroller that held two of my best friends, who were fast asleep at this point, napping together as they held hands. It was adorable. “Thank you for reminding me, Doc.” I said, rolling my eyes at her. “I have to…” “I missed ONE appointment!” I whined. “And now you’re going to have me reminding you every time.” She grinned back at me. Everyone had gone, leaving just Charlie and I alone together again. “Right, time to get you changed and into your new dress!” She said, excitedly, as she spun around and lunged for me, grabbing me and lifting me up into her arms. I’m glad she was going to carry me back to the nursery to change me, as the crawler nappy I was still wearing meant there was no way I’d get up the stairs in any reasonable amount of time. “And I can drink tonight?” I asked. “You can have two drinks. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Clapping excitedly, I snuggled into Charlie’s chest, her warmth and smell making me instantly melt in her arms, as I listened to her soothing heartbeat. Everything was at peace with the world. Everything just felt right. Everything was great… until… “But you’re getting those drinks in one of your bottles…” ======================================================== Eeeeeeeee! So excited for you all to be able to read this finally! I hope you enjoyed it! As I mentioned, I've moved away from Patreon and am finding a new home for my stories. I'm thinking of offering exclusive stories or other benefits to those who support me and my writing, and I'm setting up a Ko-fi for people who want to help me as I make the move over to a new home. I'll keep you all updated on what I do, as right now it's all just super bad for my anxiety and it's hard to figure all this out. Happy to take suggestions on what people want from it, where I end up. 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Any branches not finished may be resolved in a future story. Maybe a third story that I have planned once I've finished LiL2... :3 And thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it so much! Thank you! Yay!!!! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and yeah I've nearly finished writing LiL2. Once I have, I'll be starting the next monster story. Awww I'm sorry! But don't worry, I'm sure they'll all appear in a future story! ---------------------------------------- Also as a heads up to everyone regarding my stories, I've paused my patreon for the time being as you have probably heard of a bunch of ABDL accounts being deleted. Most are artists ones, but I'm not taking the risk as a few writers seem to have gone too. So as to not charge people then find out sudddenly I'm deleted, I've paused it. Which means no more chapters being posted there. I'm looking into alternatives and stuff and will keep people updated. This shouldn't affect Little in Love 2 chapter 1 being posted here tomorrow.

Epilogue Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess I waddled into the playroom, dressed in one of my favourite little outfits. Pink shortalls and a puffy-sleeved white top, along with some matching pink hi-tops and frilly socks. My hair was perfectly braided on either shoulder, and I hadn’t felt this cute for a long time. I know I always look cute at these little events we have, but today I just felt… extra cute for some reason. You’d think that after like forty years of hosting these littles events, they’d get old… but they just don’t. It had been forty years since we first opened our doors to our sanctuary, to our… home… and I have never regretted my choice. I miss my Grandma, but hopefully she somehow knows I’m happy. Happier than ever. A lot happened in forty years too. Lucy stayed with us for a while, before finally agreeing to try out living with Grim and Abby and their other roommate. She’s happy there… mostly. She still spends a lot of time here, because other than these events and visiting me, Lucy has gotten a little more reclusive lately, which has had me worrying about her more. Beth and I moved into the penthouse in the hotel, creating my perfect nursery in the spare bedroom. And ever since opening, we’ve been running this place and helping those in the community, both the monster and the kink ones, with anything they need help with. From housing to dealing with humans… we’ve done it all. In fact we just finished up a job helping a girl and thankfully we made it back in time for this event, for which I’ve been told there’s a surprise guest attending, someone new. Which has me excited, it’s been a while since we had a newbie, and I heard they got close with my best friends, so hopefully I’ll have another close friend to add to my gang! They had kept her identity mostly a secret from me, so I was super nervous but also super excited. “You ready, button?” I turned to see my wife, standing there, smiling down at me with her gorgeous green eyes shining in the light. I love that as soon as I told her all about what my Gran used to call me, she started doing the same over time. “Uh huh! Scawed though…” I replied, blushing. “Oh baby, it’ll be okay! She’s going to love you!” Beth reassured me. “I hope so! I’ve not had to make new friends in a long time…” “You make friends every time we help someone…” “That’s different. This is a little friend…” “I understand. But I’ll be here the whole time. I get to meet her Mummy too, which I’m excited for. I’ve only briefly had the pleasure, but she seemed lovely. Plus Bea loves her to bits, so she must be good.” “We do dis den?” I said, gripping my wife’s hand. Yes, wife, by the way, of course we got freaking married. We are soulmates after all, no matter what a certain ’embodiment of the afterlife’ may say. “Let’s go, button.” I could hear a good number of people on the other side of the door, in the playroom, all playing and having fun. It was nice to know we had created such a safe space for them all, me included, and that we all bonded and got on together. Sure, we had a few bits of drama over the years, but at this point we’re pretty much a close family. Pandora has even babysat me a few times! Mummy clutched the door handle… and pushed. “Oh my god, seriously… like I know we lied about how long we’ve been going here, how many times do we have to apologise?” I heard Grim yell from the playpen. “Yeah… I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want you to feel like we were the oldies in the group.” Abby explained. “But I’m older than you all!” The new person whined. “A point which you love to remind us about…” Joked Lucy, which surprised me. She always managed to open up at these events, but still… she sounded so much happier right now. Walking over, I saw a beautiful blonde woman sitting by the side of the room, who, when she noticed my Mummy, waved her over. “I’ll be over here, baby…” Mummy said to me, pushing me in the direction of the playpen before walking over to the new Mummy I had never met. Nervously, I walked over to the playpen, hearing the laughter and playing of my best friends… and that of this new little they’ve been very quiet about. Lucy told me a tiny bit about her over text, but barely enough to actually know who she was, other than ‘omg she so awsum, u gon ❤️ her’. “Fine. I’ll forgive you. So… when’s this ‘Queen of the playpen’ going to arrive.” The girl said. I couldn’t see who she was from behind, only that she had white hair… And a voice I swear I’d heard before… “Ah! Here she is!” Grim said, jumping up to his feet, wearing his typical dungarees and red top. Lucy was in an adorable gothy baby dress and Abby looked stunning as usual in her dainty white summer dress. This new little though… her pale skin and white hair… Standing up with my friends, the girl shuffled her dress a bit, straightening it out before turning to face me. “Hey Susie, so glad to see you’re back okay after that stuff! I’d like you to meet…” Lucy began. The mysterious little girl turned around and stared at me in the eyes… before her skin turned red in shock, and her jaw dropped. “NIA?” I yelled, realising who stood in front of me. “SUZE?” She replied, dropping her stuffed toy, with it crashing on the playmats beneath her. “I… wait… do you two know each other?” Lucy asked. Nia stared into my eyes, her cheeks turning even more red than her skin. “Yooooou could say that…” “YOU WERE A DEMON THE WHOLE TIME?” I yelled, planting my padded butt down in the playpen, crossing my arms in a huff. “I… umm… yeah… sorry…” Nia apologised, very awkwardly. “How do you two know each other?” Lucy asked, confused as all hell as to how her two closest friends knew each other. “Nia… was my first girl crush.” I admitted. “Wait… what?” Abby had to do a double take at that revelation. “First year of Uni. I was befriending Lucy at the time, way before she introduced me to Beth. I met Nia on campus…” “Yeah… I was on Earth to sow a little chaos and corrupt a few humans… It was just supposed to be a weekend…” Nia shrugged. “I thought you didn’t visit Earth much before?” “I didn’t! Until… yeah it would have been the seventies, right? I wanted more information about these new fangled ‘computers’ the humans were using, so I figured where best to learn than a university. I snuck into a few classes one week, got kinda interested… theeeeen I met… Suze.” “You were a lot less red then…” I glared at her. “I snuck out a glamour spell from Hell! I needed to blend in!” “What happened next?” Asked Lucy. “Well I met ‘little miss perfect’ here… studying her ass off in the library… and I… maybe teased her a bit.” Nia grinned. “Teasing? You practically seduced me!” I blurted out, maybe a little too loud. “Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to.” Nia shrugged. “We hit it off pretty quickly. Lots of flirting. But… we never went anywhere with it. Even though I’m a succubus, I didn’t want to drain her. She was… okay she was too cute and I liked her.” “Wait, you’re a freaking succubus too?” I asked, surprised by yet another fucking revelation. I thought I’d just have another nice playful littles event, make a new friend… I wasn’t expecting… this. “Yeah, and you were the person who confirmed for me that I was gay. So thanks for that I guess…” I laughed. “Sorry? But also… you’re welcome?” Nia shrugged, laughing. “Funny little world… running back into each other like this… both of us realising we’re littles… finding ourselves our own Mummies…” I smiled at her. “So what happened between you two then?” Lucy seemed to be really interested in our connection. “I realised I had feelings for her, but that it wouldn’t work between a human and a demon. Which considering everything that’s happened… is hilarious. So I fled. I had enough out of the classes I took, I stole a few textbooks and I escaped back to Hell. And because of that… I didn’t emerge until Victoria ended up summoning me.” Nia explained. “So you two were a… ‘thing’?” Beth asked, her arms crossed as she towered over us, along with who I could only assume was Nia’s Mummy, by the side of the playpen. “I…” “Don’t worry, we heard the whole thing. It’s adorable really.” Nia’s Mummy laughed. “It really is. Maybe we’ll get them to play together…” Beth grinned at Nia’s Mummy. “Oh that would be fun…” “Wait… what do you mean by play?” Nia asked, sounding nervous. Nia’s Mummy and Beth walked off, discussing with each other, ignoring our questions, laughing. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY PLAY?” We both yelled. ======================================================== So.... thoughts? Opinions? Reviews? Comments? Anything now that we've finished? And hey, Little in Love 2 on Wednesday! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters of my stories are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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Chapter 40: Decision Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “So you’ve got yourself a girlfriend… who is a Witch… and she resurrected you so now you’re a… zombie? That’s a lot to take in…” Gran asked, as we sat in the same old cosy house with floral wallpaper and antique furniture that I pretty much grew up in. Even these big comfy chairs were identical to the ones I used to draw on as a kid. “Pretty much, Gran.” I said. I had chosen to avoid mentioning the whole ‘adult baby’ thing to her. It was one thing coming out as a lesbian to her, but there was no way I was going to say I actually enjoy being a baby for my girlfriend. “And Helena here has given you a choice to make…” “Yeah. Either I let myself be reaped by them, sending me straight here to be with you and Grandad… wait… where is he anyway?” “He’s off surfing or skydiving or whatever extreme sport he decided to do this week.” “Wait… Grandad Ralph does extreme sports? Since when?” “Since he knew he couldn’t die here. He was always too scared to do it on Earth when we were both alive, but now he can’t get enough of them.” “I… genuinely can’t believe that.” “He’d be here if we knew earlier, hun. You arriving was a bit unexpected and last minute.” “Sorry…” Death apologised. “I tried to warn ahead of time, but it was hard enough getting past all those protection spells in that damn hotel…” “How did you get past them anyway? And are my friends okay, did you take them?” I asked. “Lucifer let me in. And yes, your friends are fine, I just put them in a deep sleep out of the way so I could speak to you. Sorry for the theatrics.” “But I thought Lucifer…” “She’s big on consent. She knew I had to give you this choice. So she left an opening for me to let myself in.” “Beatrice is not going to be happy…” “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be Lucifer right now…” Death’s eyes widened. “Wait… are you scared of Beatrice too?” Death looked… embarrassed. Like… actually embarrassed. Death. The actual Death. I was never going to forget this moment, I would burn it into my memories forever. “Shut up! She… she’s scary when she’s driven by something. Your girlfriend is nearly as bad as her. Anyway, as you were saying… you have a choice…” “Nice deflection…” I grinned at Death. “But yes. If I choose to let Death take me, I will be allowed into Heaven…” “And if you stay on Earth, as an… ‘undead’…?” Gran asked. “Then I become less and less human. At some point I’ll stop being classed as human.” “And what happens then?” She asked. “I won’t be able to come here. Ever. I’ll go wherever monsters go when they die.” “I still can’t believe that monsters and witches and everything exist. But from what I gather… this Elizabeth means a lot to you?” “The world.” “Then there’s your answer.” She smiled at me. “But… What about you?” I asked. “Oh pish. Forget about me. You’ve met your soulmate…” “...which don’t exist by the way…” Death interrupted. “Shut up, they do, I know they do. Ralph is mine. This Elizabeth is clearly my little Button’s soulmate.” I missed being called that. “But I’ll never see you again…” I said, on the verge of tears. “And where does your girlfriend go when she… passes?” “Wherever it is that monsters go, she was born a witch…” “You’ll never see her again if you choose to come here. I know it’s a horrible choice, my love, but you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. And from what you tell me, it’s going to be a very very long life…” “I…” “Shhh. It’s okay. I’ve got Ralph. I’ll miss the hell out of you, but at least I’ll know you’re with the one you’re meant to be with, that you’ll be happy and loved. But promise me something, okay Button?” “What?” I asked, tears rolling down my cheek as my Gran shuffled forward in her chair and placed her hands in mine. “Remind her every day how much you love her. And make sure she does the same for you. Even if it’s just silly little things like holding each other’s hands or little kisses as you’re washing the dishes. Relationships and romance aren't all about these big romantic gestures you see in movies. The little everyday things add up and keep a relationship going strong. It’s how Ralph and I lasted so long. And most importantly… forgive your Dad. I raised him to be a good man. It was your mother that ruined your relationship with him. Reach out. Tell him everything. He’ll understand. He just needs a little push.” “I’ll… I’ll try.” “Good girl. Now… How about one more cup of tea? Have you got time for that?” She asked, turning to Death for an answer. “I mean… we really should get…” But after looking my Gran in the eyes, Death sighed in defeat. “Fine, one more cup, thank you Mrs Taylor.” “Please, call me Hannah.” We had another cup of tea and Grandma told me a few more stories about her sordid past that I apparently knew nothing about. I think she was trying to help me forget about the big decision I was about to make. The big decision I really didn’t want to have to make. I loved my Grandma… and I loved Beth. If I come here, I’ll know exactly where I’m going. Whereas if I stay and eventually pass on, I won’t know where I’ll go, let alone if I’ll get to be with Beth in whatever afterlife monsters go to. This was the hardest decision I had ever had to make. “Right, come here, we’re going to have a big hug, then you’re going to go be with your girlfriend. Got that?” Gran said, with a very stern voice. “I haven’t decided yet…” “You will. Don’t worry, button. You’ll be fine. I’ll miss you, but remember, I love you.” “I love you too, Gran.” I said, rushing across her living room floor and into her open arms, burying my face into her shoulder and sobbing my eyes out. After a good five minutes of us just hugging and crying, without a single word being said, I finally released my grip on her and backed away, walking quickly towards the door so I didn’t just stay forever in this moment. Because even if I did decide to stay here, I needed to at least see my friends, and most importantly Beth, before I made my decision. “You ready?” Death asked. “Take me home. Back to the hotel. I need to talk to the others, then you’ll have your answer.” “I underst…” A cough rang through the house. As I turned around, I saw my Gran with the sternest face I had ever seen on her, wagging her finger at Death, indicating for them to go over to her. Looking terrified at what would happen if they said no… Death quickly shuffled over to my Gran, who whispered in their ear before turning them around and pushing them back towards me. “What did she say?” I asked Death. “N… n… Nothing… Let’s just go. Quickly. Now…” Death gripped my hand and I felt the same weightless feeling I experienced before the whole abduction thing. Turning around before I disappeared, I waved one last time at my Gran, mouthing the words ‘Love you’ to her as she winked at me and waved goodbye. I landed with a hard crash on the dance floor of our nightclub. “Oww! What’s with the rough landing?” I cried out, rubbing my backside as I looked around to see we were home again. “Sorry.” Death replied. “OH MY GODDESS! SUSIE!” Beth yelled as she ran over from one of the booths towards me, pouncing on me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my face… repeatedly. “I missed you too!” I laughed, trying to squeeze myself away from the kiss attack. “What happened, where did… YOU!” Beth quickly shoved me aside, got to her feet and grabbed Death by the collar, pushing them back up to the wall and pinning them against it. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY?” “I… showed her her options.” Death replied, with no hint of fear in their voice. “WHAT OPTIONS?” I stood up and took a deep sigh. “Whether to stay here with you… or go to the afterlife as a human…” I answered. “What do you mean?” Beth turned to me, her hands still pinning Death against the wall. “Death… ‘Helena’… whatever you want me to call you… can you bring my friends back? I need to talk to them.” Death snapped their fingers and suddenly my friends all appeared on the dance floor, looking a little worse for wear. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” Grim roared. Quickly rushing over to the three of them, I helped them all up to their feet and reassured them they were okay now. “I… let me explain everything…” I said, pointing towards a booth. “So you either die a human now, or risk whatever afterlife we have as monsters?” Abby asked, sort of as a confirmation of my summary. “Pretty much.” I replied. “And have you?” Grim asked. “Have I what?” “Have you decided what you’re doing?!” Lucy yelled at me, sounding… hurt. She clearly didn’t want me to go. “I… have.” Whilst we all sat in the booth, including Death themself, I was comfortably sitting on my girlfriend’s lap, resting my head against her. And as soon as I said I had made a decision, I could hear her heart beating a lot faster. “AND?” They all yelled at me. Even Death lurched forward, eagerly awaiting my answer. “I’m going to stay.” Beth wrapped her arms around me and honestly nearly sent me to Heaven herself with how much she squeezed me. Kissing all over my face, I don’t think she missed a single bit of skin. I was just lucky she wasn’t wearing lipstick, otherwise that would’ve been a nightmare to clean off my face. “You are?” Beth asked in relief. “Yes. I love my Gran. I missed her. But… she’s right. Beth is my soulmate…” “...still don’t exist…” Death interrupted with a hushed voice. “If you tell me that one more time, I’m going to shove something… wait… do you even have an arsehole?” I asked, confused. Death did not deign to answer my question, instead they stood up, looking all serious and foreboding, looking down at the five of us still sitting in the booth. “The choice has been made. May the consequences be your own now. But seriously…” Death’s whole body language changed suddenly as they collapsed back into their chair. “I’m so fucking happy for you.” “WAIT, WHAT? YOU WANTED THIS?” “Obviously. Did I not make that clear?” They looked so clueless right now. “NO! NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST! IN FACT QUITE THE OPPOSITE!” “Sorry, still not entirely great at actually conversing with humans. I’m good at the condolence and send off part… this… I’m not used to.” “You wanted Susie to stay?” Beth asked. “Well duh! Have you seen you two? You’re freaking adorable! Of course I was rooting for you both.” “I… I don’t know what to say…” I replied. “I just wasn’t expecting it to take so bloody long!” Sighed Death. “I… sorry?” “Ah it’s okay. But hey, now we’re done… can we like… have a drink or something?” “Oh… sure…” Beth answered, shuffling me off her lap. “I can hold her if you want?” Death offered. “I… are you sure?” Beth asked, seeming a bit hesitant at handing me over to the person who had just made me go through all that. Also doesn’t help when, and I quote, they are ‘not entirely great at actually conversing with humans’. “Oh go on, please?” “If Susie is okay with it…” I nodded in response, so Beth lifted me up and placed me on Death’s lap. Suddenly my mouth was occupied by a dummy, and I was now dressed back in the adorable sailor outfit with my little frilly socks kicking the air in front of me. “HMM?” I groaned from behind the dummy. “Oh my… she looks adorable…” Beth commented, stopping in her tracks and staring at me. “You’re welcome!” Abby said, proudly. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. It looked like a lot of fun, and you always looked so damn cute.” Death said, laughing. I pouted and sucked on the dummy in my mouth, knowing there was no way to talk Beth into rescuing me from this, especially not when every single one of them looked at me like I really was just an adorable baby. “I’m sorry hun, but they’re going to forget about this afternoon.” Death whispered to me. “Wai… wha?” I said, my words mumbled by the dummy in my mouth. “They can’t know about this choice, about me… I’m sorry. It’s the rules. But don’t worry, I’ll let them have a drink before I fix everything.” “Wait… everyone?” “Ugh… Because I seem to have a soft spot for you, I’ll let you and Beth keep your memories of today and of me. Beatrice already knew, so she’ll stay the same. But your friends… they won’t remember.” “What will they remember? I hope they remembered before you kidnapped me… we were having a lot of fun before you showed up.” “Then we’ll let them remember that. We’ll make it as if you never stopped playing in the playroom, how does that sound?” “Fine. I won’t tell them anything. Will it hurt them though?” “Not at all. One click and they’ll be back in the playroom with you, colouring in those pictures. They won’t remember anything about what happened after. Oh and don’t forget to give your picture to your Mummy…” “Why did you do all this for me?” “Because like I said, kiddo… I have a soft spot for you. Ever since we were sitting on the side of the road that night you died… I knew you’d amount to great things. I mean look around us… you built this sanctuary for those like us. Even if it was originally a sanctuary meant to keep me out. I have a feeling you and your ‘soulmate’ will do great things in the future.” “Ha! You do believe in soulmates!” Death smiled and looked over at Beth before looking back at me. “No… but I’m beginning to.” ======================================================== Epilogue on Sunday! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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Chapter 39: Consent Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “So… what was it that gave it away?” “Actually… it was the beeping.” I answered. “The beeping?” Death asked, confused by my answer. “They don’t do that in real life. You should know!” “I… look, I’m not usually around when the machine is recording a beating heart… only when it’s stopped beating. I…” “Learned most of it from movies? I figured, with the stupid Nurse’s uniform.” I said, rolling my eyes at them. “Wait, that too?” “And the way Beth and my friends talked to me. And the name… Helena… seriously? ‘Oh let’s just take the Norse Goddess of Death and turn it into a normal name…’ Like did you seriously have to be so on the nose? You could have picked something normal like Claire Smith, or even something stupid like Rose Woods and it would have been less obvious than ‘Helena’.” Death just looked at me, unimpressed. It was at that moment that I realised the rest of the room had frozen. Like… completely frozen in time. Beth, Beatrice and Lucy were all frozen still, you couldn’t even see them breathing. “Are they…?” I asked, pointing at everyone. “Fakes. Can’t very well use the real versions when they’re still alive. And the paperwork I’d have to fill out if they were dead just to borrow them… Honestly, Heaven is just as bad as Hell when it comes to bureaucracy.” “Well I’ll give it to you… they’re good fakes.” “At least you appreciate my craftsmanship…” Death sighed. “So you created this whole situation, this whole plot… for what?” “So you could make a choice.” “You mentioned consent before. Can you not… ‘reap’ me or whatever it is, without my consent?” “Not when you’re technically between life and death. When you first died… yes, I could’ve taken you at any moment, even if you kicked and screamed. But as soon as your damn Witch girlfriend resurrected you… I could still reap you… but only with your consent.” “So what’s this choice? Live or die? I mean… that’s not a difficult choice…” I laughed awkwardly. “Before you do, you have to see the consequences of your decision.” “You told me when I died that I’d go to Heaven. I assume it’s just big fluffy white clouds, angels playing harps, rainbows shooting out of people’s butts?” “I mean… if any Seraph heard you say that in Heaven, you’d be cast down immediately…” “So they’ve got sticks up their butts…” “Only when it comes to joking about their ‘paradise’, otherwise they’re actually really nice. Mostly. Sadly most of the fun ones got cast down after the rebellion.” “So what’s Heaven like?” I asked. “Why don’t I show you…?” Death raised their hand and waved it in front of my eyes, and after a brief flash of light that blinded me temporarily, I found myself somewhere I never expected to be. …Heaven. “So this is…” “The Silver City, yes.” Death confirmed. Honestly… it looked like something you’d imagine reading one of the fantasy books with elves in it. Great big white spires, marble buildings, everything… perfect. Gold inlay decorated every bit of architecture. The air was crisp… but warm. And not too warm… it felt like the perfect temperature. I’d imagine elves or something lived here, but instead… a bunch of humans walked about, living their lives normally, chatting and laughing with each other, not a single sour face in sight. And instead of the very open hospital gown I was just wearing, I was now in my usual normal clothes… with no nappy underneath, which I must admit was weird after wearing them constantly for a month. “Are we…?” I said, waving at the people walking past. But no one responded or even acknowledged my existence. “They can’t see us. We’re here on a visitor’s pass. And they don’t give those out often. So as to not scare the inhabitants of Heaven… they can’t see, hear or touch us.” Death explained. “So we’re like… ghosts?” I asked. “Sort of. But without the fun haunting stuff.” “Shame. I’d love to go scare the crap out of my Grandma…” I giggled. “But you got on well with her…” Death looked at me, confused. “And…?” “Sometimes I don’t understand you humans…” Death said with a sigh. “Anyway, this… is Heaven. Everyone lives in a neighbourhood, everyone can travel to any other neighbourhood, and you can travel to any place on Earth that has ever existed… albeit a copy of it. If you desire something, it will be given, if you want to experience something, you can… everything you want could be yours if you so choose it…” “And why can’t I continue living, have a whole life with Beth, then eventually end up in Heaven and experience all this at a much later point?” “Because firstly… you can’t be sure you’ll still be granted entry when you die in the future. You were deemed a good person when you died, you can’t be certain you’ll stay good the rest of your life. And secondly… the longer you stay on Earth, the less human you become…” “I’m becoming… less human? So what am I becoming?” “At the moment, you’re not quite human, not quite a monster. The longer you spend in your state of undeath, the less human you become.” “And what happens when I’m technically not human? Am I not allowed into Heaven at that point?” “No. Only humans are allowed here, as you can see…” I looked around at the happy people walking around… not a single werewolf, vampire or anything around… just… humans. “Where do I go if I’m not human then?” “Well as a member of the undead, I’m not sure when you’ll properly die. I’m not even sure you can expire like most do, you would probably only die by violence or accident or whatever.” “Yes… but then where do I go?” I repeated. “I…” “...Hell?” “No, don’t be silly. Because then where would the demons go?” “D… Demons? Holy shit… I completely didn’t realise that if the Devil is real… demons must be too…” Mind. Blown. Death couldn’t be bothered with my mini panic attack, so they continued talking, as if I wasn’t just questioning everything all over again. “Look, if you die as a monster, you don’t go to Heaven or Hell. You go… well… you just go…” “You don’t know, do you?” I accused them. “NO! OKAY? No… I don’t know where the hell we go! I was created at the start of the universe, alongside a handful of Gods and Goddesses… and we have no idea where the hell we go when we die. We have no idea where any supernatural entity goes when we die. And honestly it scares the shit out of me. Thanks for giving me an existential crisis… fucking human… you’ve been a thorn in my side ever since I sat with you on the side of the road that night. I shouldn’t have let you stick around for a week for your funeral, if I hadn’t… your girlfriend would have had a much harder time resurrecting you, and I wouldn’t be chasing you down for like a month… fucking Lazarus’s.” “Sorry…” “It’s okay, kiddo. Just… I can’t promise if it will be good or bad if you die as one of us. If you die now, whilst there is some human in you… you’ll be guaranteed a spot in Heaven. You know exactly what awaits you.” Death said, waving their arm, signalling the peaceful paradise that surrounded us. “What about Beth?” “What about her?” “She’s not… human… right?” “Witches are complicated. Some Witches are humans who have been granted magic by others or acquired it through other means. They’re still human though. Beth… she was born a Witch, someone with innate magical talent. Technically… she’s not human…” “So when she dies… she won’t go to Heaven…” “No…” “Then this wouldn’t be Heaven.” “Huh?” Death looked confused once again. “This would be Hell.” “I don’t understand.” “Living in paradise, without the love of my life… without my soulmate…?” “Soulmates don’t exist. I’d know.” They looked so smug. But I knew I was right. “Don’t care. She is my soulmate. I know it. And to be stuck in this without her… would be hell for me.” “So is that your choice?” They asked. “I…” “Don’t finish that thought. Not yet.” Death said, holding out their hand. I had no reason to not trust them. They were literally letting me choose, and they broke the obsession spell… so I reached out and grabbed their hand. It was cold. I knew I was expecting it, but it still came as a shock as I felt no life behind their skin. Even for an undead person, I had some life… but Death… there was nothing. They then walked me over to a little house by the side of the path, but as soon as we passed the wall surrounding it, it transformed from a beautiful marble abode to a quaint little cottage… that looked surprisingly like my Grandma’s house up in the Lake District. “Wait… is this…?” “This is where your Grandma lives…” Death answered. “I… I can…?” “Visitor’s pass. You need to visit someone to get one…” “So can she… see us?” “Now we’re in her own little property… yeah… just… don’t expect…” “Button!” A familiar voice came from the direction of the cottage. “G… Grandma?” I said, my heart beating a mile a minute, or at least it felt like it was. My whole body stood alert and excited at the prospect of seeing my Grandma again. I looked over and yeah… I think I was expecting my Grandma. The cute old wrinkly Grandma that I grew up with. But this must be what Death was about to tell me… instead of the senior I knew, I saw a gorgeous young woman that I had only seen in photographs. She was the spitting image of my Dad when he was younger, and she looked very similar to me now. “G… Grandma? Is… is that you?” I asked the familiar woman, gobsmacked by how amazing she looked in her youth. “Like the look? It’s not like I was going to stay an old woman who could barely grip a cup of tea and whose hip hurt every winter… so I decided to roll back to a previous version of me!” Grandma replied, posing at me, showing off her youthful body. “You look fantastic! Oh my god!” I said as I ran up to the door where she was standing and pounced into her arms, hugging her tightly. Her hugs hadn’t even changed in the afterlife… it was so… reassuring. “Thanks sweetie, you look so grown up now! I can’t believe it’s been so long!” “I know, I miss you every day.” “Hows… hows your parents?” Grandma asked. “They… I don’t know.” I sighed, as if all the excitement and happiness had been let out of me, like a deflated balloon. “Why? What happened?” “I… Gran… I’m gay…” “Well that was obvious. But that makes me think that they didn’t accept you, am I right?” “Mum didn’t. She left and went no contact. Dad… he tried to be supportive… but in the end he drifted away and stopped talking to me. I think Mum got to him.” “Those little shits… when they get here, IF they get here, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind…” She said, squeezing me tightly. She had always been protective of me, and… well… I missed it. “You’re awfully okay with the whole ‘my granddaughter is a lesbian’ thing…” I commented, whilst still not getting out of her hug. “Pff. You think your generation invented it? My first relationship was with a girl…” Grandma looked so smug all of a sudden as I backed away quickly, surprised by this revelation. “Wait… what? Why did you never tell me?” “Because I wanted you to find out for yourself. I wanted you to figure out who you are and what you wanted, plus I was worried your mother would think I was corrupting you…” “But you married Granddad…” “You don’t just stop being bisexual when you find a man to settle down with. In fact, when my Ralph died, your Aunt Viv and I…” “Wait… no… is that why I call her Aunt Viv? Because I knew she wasn’t blood related…” “Oh yes. We kept it shush for a while. And I knew you’d eventually come out.” “You knew?” “Oh yes. Ages ago.” “I wish you had said something.” “Me too, hun, me too. But I’m glad you found yourself anyway. But I have to ask… how are you here? What happened? I heard I was getting a visitor… are you… are you dead?” “Not quite…” “That sounds like a long story. Why don’t you come in, I’ll pop the kettle on and we can have a nice cup of tea whilst you tell me everything, just like old times.” “I… I’d love that Gran, thanks.” “And you, Mr… Miss… Umm… you’re very different from when I saw you…” She said, turning to Death who was standing awkwardly in the background of our tearful reunion. “I apologise for that, Mrs Taylor.” Death said. “And please, just call me… Helena.” They said, winking at me. “Okay Helena, would you like to come in for a cup too?” Grandma offered. “I shouldn’t really…” “Oh come on…” My Grandma always had this amazing ability to convince anyone to come have a cup of tea with her. It was like her superpower. She’d always listen and help and damn… I didn’t realise I missed her this much… Tears started running down my face as Gran walked off into the house, not even allowing Death themselves to turn down her offer. “You okay hun?” Death asked, which was unexpected to say the least. “Yeah… I… I missed her.” “And you may not get to see her again if you don’t come here…” “Don’t.” I snapped at them. “What?” Death replied, taken aback. “That’s a low blow. You’re better than this. Or at least you’re supposed to be.” “Sorry…” I think I heard genuine regret in their voice as they apologised. “Just… let’s go talk to my Grandma, then I’ll make my decision, okay?” ======================================================== Two more chapters left! Well one and the epilogue. Chapter 40 on Wednesday and the Epilogue on Sunday. Then it'll be Little in Love 2! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 38: Hospital Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* ‘I wish someone would turn that damn alarm off, it’s getting annoying…’ *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* ‘Seriously…’ *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* ‘Okay… that’s it…’ I opened my eyes and was quickly blinded by the light. “Oh my god, she’s awake!” I heard from across the room, followed by a rushing of footsteps across a hard floor. I couldn’t see exactly who they were, but their voices sounded familiar. Thankfully, my vision was slowly returning as I squinted and tried to sit up. “Be careful! Take it easy!” “H… huh?” I responded as I opened my eyes fully. Beth… Beatrice… Lucy… all three surrounding me as I lay in what looked like a hospital bed, in what looked like a hospital room. As I turned to my side, I saw one of those machines that was hooked up to me, beeping. I was also now wearing a hospital gown… and nothing else. “I… where am I? What happened?” I asked, my throat as dry as a desert, coughing and spluttering. I was handed a cup of something, and without hesitation due to my intense thirst, I took it and started gulping it down as quickly as possible. “Slow sips, sweetie…” Beth said, smiling at me. But… but were there tears in her eyes? She looks like she’s been crying… “I’m so glad you’re okay!” Lucy squealed, clutching on to my arm and squeezing it. I looked down to see my arm lay by my side, covered in cuts and bruises. “What… what happened?” I asked. Beth shuffled closer and put her hand on my cheek, in that same way she always does when she wants to make me feel special. “Sweetie… you were in a car accident.” She explained. “I… what?” I replied, confused. “You were rammed off the road by someone from my past.” “I…” Memories flooded my vision, memories of an argument… rain… driving really fast… the accident… “He… he said you were…” “A dyke? Yeah…” Beth replied. “No… a Witch… And…” “A Witch? No, sweetie, he didn’t. He called me a bitch, not a Witch.” “Then he outed you…” “He can’t out me to my own girlfriend, silly!” Beth laughed, cupping my face with her hand as she edged a bit closer to me in the bed. “No… as a… Mummy…” “A Mummy? Like… the Egyptian kind or the kids kind? Because last I checked I’m still very much alive, and you know I’m not interested in having kids.” She replied. “But… no… Lucy… she… was a…” “Was a what?” Lucy asked. “A little…” “A little what? I mean I know I’m not that tall, but you’ve never made fun of my height before… Are you okay hun?” She asked. “You were a vampire!” “A vampire? I wish! Vampires are so cool! You know I’ve always loved the old horror movies. Dracula is like my biggest crush…” ‘Wait… Lucy isn’t bi…’ “But… you were wanting a Mummy…?” “Maybe a hot vampire girlfriend, Mummies are the wrong kind of undead monster for me, sorry girl. All those bandages and stuff… eww. Give me a bloodsucker any day though…” Lucy joked. “But we… Bea… she was also a Witch… and she knew the Devil…” I felt an intense pain in my head. “You were out for a while, sweetie. Maybe you had a bunch of dreams?” Beth suggested. “Is she… you know… is her brain… damaged?” Beatrice asked her sister. “Bea! Don’t say that!” Beth replied. “Girl went through the windshield. It’s a miracle she’s alive with only a bunch of cuts and bruises and she won’t have any scars… but maybe there’s some internal damage too?” “It’s okay…” I said, trying to move the topic along, I didn’t like them arguing and it was making me feel uncomfortable, especially if there’s a possibility everything I dreamt of was just that… a dream. The magic… the kink… the hotel… all of it… I took another sip of water and examined my surroundings. Typical hospital room, all to myself, which was weird. I thought these places had like… wards? But no, I had my own private room, with its door wide open. Looking out through the open door, I saw a janitor clearing some trash from the floor. He was scruffy, hairy and… downright… grim. And just as I started to have more visions flood my mind, I was snapped back to reality as a nurse walked in, wearing a light blue nurse’s dress, though this one was a bit different than the ones I remember seeing the last time I was in hospital. It had a little pinny on it too… which hasn’t been a thing since the 60’s… right? But it’s the 80’s now, things are a lot more modern… “Oh I see she’s awake! I’ll let Dr Helena know! How are you feeling, hun?” The redheaded nurse said as she walked over and pulled a thermometer out of her pocket, placing it in my mouth and holding her hand to my forehead. She was… gorgeous… but she also looked insanely familiar. I just… I couldn’t place where I knew her from. “Temps normal. We’ll have to run a few tests before we can discharge you, though you’re very lucky to have escaped your accident with such minor injuries! Well… except…” “Ah… not yet.. Please… let her come to a bit more first…” Beth interrupted the Nurse. “Okay… I’ll let the Doc inform her.” Said the Nurse, before she quickly left the room, her high heels clacking against the tiled floor. “What did she mean…? What’s up with me?” I asked, nervously. “I’ll let the Doctor explain, sweetie. It’s nothing bad… it… just… it’ll take some getting used to…” Beth explained, trailing off at the end. “What, can’t I walk or something?” “Oh no, not that serious… just… I’ll let the Doctor explain… I’m just glad you’re okay, baby…” ‘Baby…’ The way she called me that… it felt so natural and wonderful and amazing and I… no… it was all a dream… “What… What happened to the guy?” I asked. “He… he died. He wasn’t so fortunate.” “Oh…” I said, my voice deflating as I sighed. “Don’t be sorry about him. It was his own fault. He wanted to date me, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then he found out I was a lesbian and dating another woman and… well yeah…” “How are you feeling, kiddo?” Beatrice asked. “Head… groggy. Otherwise… okay actually. For an undead girl…” I joked. “Undead? Sweetie, you died for like two minutes in the ambulance. You’re not a zombie.” “I… I don’t know why I said that…” “Silly girl…” Beth joked. “Ah! Here’s my little miracle! Up and awake it seems!” A feminine voice came from the doorway. We all looked over to see who it was, and in the doorway stood a gorgeous blonde woman, wearing a lab coat and holding a clipboard. Underneath the lab coat she wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, and matching black pants. Her hair was tied up into a bun and she wore large black glasses that perched gently on her nose. “Doctor Helena, she’s awake!” Beth announced to her. “I see that! And how is she?” The Doctor asked. “She’s talking, no sign of damage to her brain, although…” “Although?” Dr Helena asked as she walked over next to the bed, looking down at me from my side. “Though she’s been imagining things…” “That’s normal. Could just be a concussion.” The beeping of the machine next to me continued, but was made much more obvious with the following silence. “Anyway… I just want to run a few tests to make sure she’s okay, then I think we can discharge her. You’ll have to keep a close eye on her, okay? Just in case there are any latent issues we have missed.” “You’ll have to tell her about…” “Oh you didn’t already?” “Can someone please tell me what’s up with me? What happened to me?” I blurted out, desperate for answers. “Well as you know, you were involved in a serious collision. You’re very lucky to be alive, especially with such superficial injuries. However… you have suffered some injury to your bladder.” The Doctor explained. “My bladder? What… what does that mean?” “It means that without correction, you’ll most likely need incontinence products for the rest of your life.” “In… incontinence… what, like… nappies?” “We call them pads, but… yes, if you want to use that term.” “You said ‘correction’... what do you mean by that?” “Well there is a procedure…” “I think you should do it, sweetie…” Beth said, clutching my hand. “And what is this ‘procedure’?” I asked. “We correct the damage caused, meaning you’ll gain full control once again after you’ve recovered.” “Why… why didn’t you just do that when I was unconscious?” “I need your consent, Miss Taylor. Especially considering…” “Can you please stop being so vague and just tell me what it entails?” I growled, clutching my fist in frustration. “Like all surgery… it carries a lot of risks. Especially this procedure. As it wasn’t life threatening, we waited for you to wake up before seeking your approval.” “Do you mind giving us a bit so we can have a private chat about it, Doc?” Beth asked the Doctor. “Of course. Discuss it and decide. We have an opening within the hour if you decide you want to do this, otherwise it could be a long wait… so please don’t take too long.” The Doctor explained before they left the room, leaving the four of us alone again. “So… I’m incontinent now, huh?” “Yes, sweetie. But you don’t have to be. You don’t have to deal with that issue if you choose to go with the surgery. No soggy nappies, no changing, no dealing with the difficulties.” “No being teased for being a baby…” Lucy said, which was… weird… “But… they said there are risks… which means there’s a chance of death.” I replied. “Yes, but you’d be happier…” Beth said. ‘Okay… that’s even weirder…’ “Happier… dead?” “Happier without this issue. Happier without being humiliated. Happier without all the stress.” The machine beeped a bit quicker as I felt my heart racing. ‘I think… I think I am having an anxiety attack… great…’ “Are you okay, baby? Sorry… you don’t want to be called that… Do you?” “I… actually… it’s nice…” “But you don’t want it really… Do you?” Beth continued. “Maybe… maybe I do…” “But then you’d be stuck in these nappies… playing along with my…” And that’s when it all snapped into place. “DOCTOR!” I screamed. Dr Helena rushed in, her clipboard in hand, looking worried. “What is it, Susan?” She replied, with a worried expression on her face. “Stop. Stop it now.” I demanded. “Stop what?” “This. All this.” “I don’t understand.” “Doctor ‘Helena’? Seriously? That was the best you could do?” “I don’t know what…” “Not Doctor Osiris? Doctor Hades? Doctor… Death?” The ‘Doctor’ dropped the clipboard on the bed and dropped their head down in frustration, their neat bun quickly becoming messy as strands of their hair fell forward, hanging in front of their face. “Haha… oh Susie…” They said, sounding a lot more sinister now. Taking a deep breath and lifting their head backwards, pulling their loose hairs back from their face, they quickly tied it back into the neat bun. “What gave it away?” ======================================================== So the first chapter of Little in Love 2 is available on my Patreon :3 I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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OOoooooooh! I guess we'll find out next chapter... maybe! :3 Oh I know of VtM, but not the others. I've always been into all things mythological and all legends and stuff since I was a little kid, and my work is definitely influenced by a lot of shows and books I've watched/read over the years. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! *pats you* there there. Cliffhangers were to be expected Yay! Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy them! And I do two chapters every week, Wednesday and Sunday! Everything is connected. I'm very thorough with my planning and world building :3 And yes, most of the time I leave little breadcrumbs as clues, even if they aren't always noticed (which is like... most of the time :P)

Chapter 37: Blackout Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “Umm… What the hell happened?” Abby asked. I couldn’t see her face, I couldn’t see… well… anything right now. It was completely black all around me. With no windows or natural light due to privacy reasons, this room had plunged into utter darkness and the four of us were practically blind at this point. We had all fallen backwards in surprise, away from the table we were sitting at, so we had no idea where each other were. “Is everyone okay?” I asked. No one answered. “OI! Everyone check in!” I spoke a little louder this time. “I’m okay!” They all answered, one by one. “Good. Right, can you all hear my voice enough? Come towards it.” I instructed. I didn’t want to take the role of leader right now, as I was as terrified as they were, but I felt like I needed to. “Got you…” Grim said, clutching on to my hand after blindly swiping in my general direction. “I’m here…” Abby said, grabbing on to my forearm. But that was it… “Lucy? Luce, where are you?” I called out. Two arms wrapped themselves around my back. “I… I’m here…” Lucy whispered, sounding terrified. “Right… Can anyone see at all? Even just a little bit?” “Nope.” They each answered. “But I thought…” “You’d think so, all three of us should be able to see in the dark… which means this… this isn’t a blackout, this isn’t just a power cut… this is something else…” Abby said. “Then we’re under attack.” “Wait, seriously?” She replied. “What else do you think it is?” “Do… Do you think it’s the hunter? Do… Do you think he found me?” Lucy mumbled, trembling, her arms unable to sit still around my waist. She sounded just like a terrified child right now, so I reached my free arm around my back and pulled her back around, hugging her tightly. “I’m not sure. It seems like that’s the most likely possibility though. So… be prepared. Stick together. This isn’t time to ‘split up and look for clues’, no, we stick together. So do not let go of whoever you’re holding on to.” I instructed. I heard an agreement of ‘uh huh’s, and then started trying to think what the hell we could do. It’s not like I could just call Beth or Beatrice, and no one could see a thing. “Luce…?” I said, having maybe the slightly inkling of an idea forming in my head. “Y… yeah?” She replied, nervously. “So you know you have really good hearing…?” “Yeah?” “Could you use that as a form of… echolocation? Bounce the sound off things to judge their position kinda thing?” “I told you! I’m not a bat! We don’t turn into bats!” She whined. “I know, but… could you do this?” “I… I’ve never tried. I mean… I can track things with my hearing so… maybe?” “Just need you to get out of this room. So if I throw something in a direction, you could tell me what kind of thing it sounds like maybe? I know it’s not much, and honestly it could be a stupid idea, but can we at least try?” “Can do… but what are you going to throw? We can’t see anything…” I reached out, away from the three of them, and found myself clutching something hard at about waist-height. Feeling the plastic tablecloth from before, I knew that this must be the table we were sitting at. Crawling my hand slowly across the surface, trying not to accidentally break the contact my friends had with my arms and waist, I searched around, trying to find things to use for my plan. Thankfully, all the crayons and pencils we had been using were still on the table. “We just need to get outside. Whatever this is, can’t affect outside… surely.” “I guess. It’s the only plan we have right now, so we’ll go with it.” Grim replied. “Right… ready?” I asked, clutching a handful of crayons and coloured pencils in my hand. “Hold on to my dress, I’ll need both hands. And be very very quiet…” “Are we hunting wabbits?” Lucy joked. “...Yes.” I replied, laughing along with the other two. It was nice to see Lucy joking at a time like this. A few years ago she would have been on the floor in the foetal position. “Right, shush, Luce… Listen out….” I took a crayon and threw it forward. A soft thud came from the darkness. “Soft play area.” Lucy answered. “That’s the opposite way from the exit.” Abby pointed out. So I spun around on the spot, making sure everyone holding on to me didn’t let go, and threw another crayon in the opposite direction from the previous one. This time it sounded like more of a sharp thud. But if you’d asked me what area of the playroom that sounded like… I wouldn’t be able to tell. “Floor by the playpen.” Abby seemed to be a pro at this, especially at remembering the layout of the playroom. “Good. So with that information…” I threw another, this time it sounded a bit more like a crash. “Ball pit.” “That’s the way out!” I said, shuffling forward slowly, unable to see, until my shins hit something plastic. “There. We’ve reached the ball pit.” “We need to go around the pit seventy degrees, then head straight forward.” Abby spoke up. “We do?” “Red here has a photographic memory.” Grim answered. “Oh! Well that’s useful!” “Yeah, I didn't really know where we were or which direction we were facing until we reached the ball pit.” Abby replied. “Now we’re here and I know which way we came from, I think I can guide us out.” “Take it slowly though, okay?” “Got it…” And so Abby took the lead, walking on ahead, holding on to my dress and pulling me and the other two with her, around the ball pit and towards the exit. I felt the flooring change under my feet and I knew we were now in the changing room. “There, we made it to the next room. We get out of here and we…” Suddenly I felt something tug on my dress and instantly felt… lighter. As if we… were missing a person. “Shit, check in!” I called out. “Here.” Abby called out. “I’m… I’m here…” Lucy replied. …Silence. “Grim?” “GRIM?” We all started yelling. But… nothing. “SHIT SHIT SHIT…” It was Abby’s turn to start panicking now. “Right, I know this sounds heartless but there is literally nothing we can do about him right now. We need to make our way out, somehow get in contact with Beth and hopefully she can fix this and find Grim.” “I… agreed.” Abby said, sighing. So I threw another crayon and Lucy and Abby helped navigate us out of the changing room, back into the corridor leading back to the club. Part way along the corridor, I felt a similar tug on my dress before… and again, I felt lighter. “No… no… not again!” I cried out. “Wh… wha… what’s happening?” Lucy asked, sounding scared out of her mind. “Abby?” I called out. But nothing. “NO!” I screamed. “Luce… we need to get going. And fast. So if I throw, you push me in the right direction. I know it’ll be harder without Abby, but we need to get out and contact Beth. Got it?” “Uh huh…” Throwing a crayon, I waited a second before Lucy shuffled around behind me and started pushing me in what I assume is the right direction for the exit. The smell of baby powder disappeared, and I knew we must be back in the club by now. It had that smell that most clubs had, despite having yet not been used as an actual nightclub. “Nearly there, good job!” I called out behind me, trying to reassure my best friend as no doubt she was more scared than she had ever been in her long life. “Do… do you think Beth will be able to save them…?” She replied, panic in her voice making it clear just how terrified she was. “If she can’t… I will.” “You’re always so strong… I’ve always been so jealous.” “Oh hun, I’m not strong. I just don’t like seeing you and my other friends hurt. So I do what I can to help you all.” “Yeah exactly, because you’re strong. You always try to do the right thing, despite what it may mean for you. I think it’s probably why that original spell to bring you back from the dead backfired.” “You think?” “Obviously it's just a guess, I’m no Witch. But yeah, you’re strong. And you don’t get enough recognition for it.” “Oh shush.” “No, seriously, you…” Everything went quiet again. But Lucy still had her hands firmly planted on my back, so I quickly spun around and grabbed both her arms in case whatever it was that was attacking us came for her next… or even me. “Hold on tight.” I ordered. “I feel something… something nearby… watching us…” “Me too.” Lucy’s voice quivered in fear. “COME ON, COME OUT AND STOP BEING A COWARD!” I yelled. “Susie, don’t goad them!” “No, if they want to fight, THEN COME OUT AND FIGHT ME!” Suddenly… the lights came back on, illuminating the place, blinding me as the light pierced my eyes. I squinted a bit, trying to gently ease my vision back as it adjusted to the new light levels in the room, and found everything was blurry. And as the image in front of me sharpened… I found I was alone. “NO! No no no no no no no no…” I panicked, dropping to my knees as I frantically searched around the room for any sign of my best friend. “SHE WAS RIGHT HERE! I WAS HOLDING ON TO HER!” A creepy, sinister laugh flowed around the room. “Is that you, hunter? Here for round two?” I cried out. But… silence. The laugh disappeared, the room going completely silent again. Adrenaline surging through my body, I pounced to my feet and ran back the way I came from, hoping for some sign of the other two in the rooms we had passed through, in the ones I had lost them in. Corridor… nothing. Changing room… nothing… Playroom… nothing. I was all alone in this huge building, or at least I felt alone. Even with this mysterious intruder stalking me, I felt completely isolated as I ran back to the club, stopping in the middle of the dance floor and trying to think. “AHA! BETH!” I cried out to myself, rushing over to the bar. Climbing over the counter, I scrambled over to the wall where the phone was, and quickly dialled in our home phone number… our old home number. If she wasn’t there, she’d probably be at Lucy’s, and thankfully I remembered her number too. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity… and just as I was about to give up, the click of the receiver echoed through my ear. “H… Hello?” Came a familiar voice. It was distorted and crackly, as if there was some kind of interference, but I could make out the soothing voice of my girlfriend. “BETH?” I cried out. “Susie? What… what are you calling me here…” “BETH, WE’RE UNDER ATTACK. THEY’VE TAKEN LUCE AND THE OTHERS!” “Sus… di… you say… atta….Susi… wha…” The distortion got worse, I could barely make out what she was saying. And that’s when the line went dead. “Beth? BETH? SHIT!” I screamed, slamming the phone back on the receiver as I clutched the air in frustration. “Ah ah ah…” Came an ominous voice from the ether, as if it surrounded me. “WHO IS THAT? WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?” I yelled, preparing myself for a fight. “This isn’t about them. Not yet anyway. This is between you…” A shadow dashed across the club floor, too fast for me to see what the hell it was. “And me…” I jumped as the voice sounded like it was directly behind me. Panicking, I ran to the side of the club, ready to defend myself, with my back to the wall so I couldn’t be flanked. “No friends to help you. No girlfriend. Just you and me.” An eruption of magic appeared in the middle of the dance floor, and once the sparkles and haze had died down… there was Beth, just standing there, a panicked look on her face. “Baby?” She cried out, looking around for me. “I… I’m here!” I replied, waving at her. Her eyes locked onto me as she breathed a sigh of relief. But as she took a single step forward, the world was plunged into darkness once again, and I suddenly felt… weightless… like I was being taken away… ======================================================== This just finished on Patreon today, so they get LiL2 on Wednesday. You've got a bit more to go until then, but a couple of weeks time you'll know who... or what is causing this blackout :3 I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. 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Yay! Aren't you so glad its back? No one saw it coming... no one at all... :3 Ruh roh. I'm glad you're enjoying it so much! Thank you so much for your kind words! And thank you, that means a lot to me. I do a lot of planning with a lot of spreadsheets and notes and stuff regarding plot points, characters, everything. I do it for all my stories. I don't think I've ever heard of those games. I think a lot of my inspiration for my characters and the world come from a bunch of different supernatural media. I've always loved everything supernatural and monster-y, so it was a lot of fun getting to explore that with this series.

Chapter 36: Playroom Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess I took a deep breath before opening the door to the playroom. We all stood there, in line, like it was the scene in a movie where the squad all lined up to face the big bad boss guy. Problem was… we weren’t exactly dressed like heroes. Grim wore some cute dungarees and a red tee underneath it, along with some fluffy socks. He had a matching red dummy attached to one of the straps on his dungarees. Abby wore some shorts and a low cut tee, making her look the most adult-like out of all of us. She looked more like a babysitter than a baby, though the thick padding around her bum gave the game away that she wasn’t an adult really. I wore the sailor dress that Abby had brought for me. It looked equally ridiculous and adorable. I just felt so… cute. With my hair in braids, thanks to Abby too, I found my legs hard to close with the thick nappy between my legs, and I found it even harder to hide the damn thing with such a low-cut dress! Frilly white socks and blue ribbons for my hair that matched the dress perfectly… I think after this my Mummy will probably want some ideas from this girl. I'm still not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing… But still… This was nothing in comparison to the sight beside me. We all stood there as Lucy waddled her way into the playroom, alone. I don’t think she realised we were frozen in place, too enamoured by her appearance to move. I’ve known Lucy for years… we’re best friends… but I never thought I’d see her like this. “WHA?” She blurted out, her face as pink as the dummy in her mouth. “I… just…” I stuttered, still in shock. “I DIDN’T PICK THIS OUT! SHE DID!” Lucy yelled, pointing at Abby. “Abby…” I said, turning to face the accused. “Thank you for this gift. I shall never let it disappear from my memory. It will be burned in, a monument to greatness, standing in the centre of my best memories…” Abby just laughed, clutching her tummy as she struggled to breath. Grim stood there for a second, trying not to laugh, before the urge became too strong and he burst out, a strong gust of air escaping his chest as he yelled one mighty “HA!” Lucy turned to me, clearly not impressed, tapping her adorable widdle feetsie… “Don’t… say… anything…” She growled. I quickly signalled zipping my mouth shut, trying to hold the laughter in myself, so as to not further frustrate my best friend. “YOU LOOK LIKE A CUPCAKE!” Grim blurted out, laughing heartily… that was until Lucy’s death stare met his eyes. “You… better run…” I told him, worried for his safety. And so he did. He ran as fast as he could into the playroom, his canine agility helping him navigate the enormous, busy room. Jumping over the ballpit, through the climbing frame, over the tables and the playpen walls… he was quick. Like… really quick. Lucy, however, was just as quick. Even in that cupcake dress. I turned to Abby and laughed along with her. “I can’t believe you talked her into wearing it!” Abby said, “I genuinely thought she wouldn’t wear it, but I thought she’d look adorable in it, that’s why I brought it. I did bring a onesie as backup, but we didn’t even get to that stage.” “I’m just glad you did bring it. She looks freaking adorable!” I replied. We watched as Lucy chased Grim around the playroom, her fluffy pink baby dress barely slowing her down. Not even the frilly socks or the matching pastel pink baby shoes could stop this speedster. Her gorgeous silky black hair was tied into pigtails, with frilly pink bands around them. An enormous pink dummy sat in her mouth. And to top it all off… the dress may have said ‘Pretty Little Princess’ on the chest. After Grim tripped and fell into the ballpit, and after Lucy had dove in after him, the two finally calmed down, resorting to them just throwing balls at each other every twenty seconds or so as tried to catch their breath. Which meant I could finally appreciate the playroom, and have a proper look at it myself. I must say… whoever designed this… did a good job. It looked adorable. Not like the daycare in Pandora’s box, this looked way more like a playroom than a daycare. Vibrant colours filled the whole enormous room, which looked like it may have been used in the past to hold functions in, it was so huge. I mean it was big enough to have a large playpen, a whole damn climbing frame, one of those little plastic toys houses kids have in their garden… but scaled up for an adult, multiple tables for colouring and drawing, a snuggly little area for reading and napping… this thing had everything. And yes… a ball pit… which was currently a warzone. The lights were flickering slightly every few minutes, to which I made a mental note to tell Beth later so she can fix it. “TAKE IT BACK!” Lucy yelled. And I know she’s just playing angry, because I’ve seen her genuinely angry… and this isn’t it, but this was the most social I’ve seen Lucy around new people. She seemed… happy. Comfortable. Content. Herself. This was the Lucy I wanted everyone to meet, the one that you have to work really hard for to have the privilege to see. There was me, Beth and Beatrice that Lucy truly felt comfortable around, though after even such a short amount of time… she was warming up to these two, which is incredibly rare. I know she’s a lot older than I was led to believe, so I’m sure I’m just a blip in her existence… or at least I was, until I too became immortal… but even in that blip she had never opened up to anyone this quickly. Maybe it was the setting, maybe it was being with me, maybe it was the people? Either way, I wasn’t going to question this gift, so I smiled at my friend looking like she was having the time of her life as she pelted the poor werewolf boy with multicoloured plastic balls. “I mean… you do look a bit like a cupcake…” Abby commented as we both walked up to the ballpit. Lucy’s face looked betrayed, so she quickly threw a ball at Abby’s face. The ball tapped the girl’s forehead and landed back in the pit, but it left a sour expression on Abby’s face. “OH YOU’RE IN FOR IT NOW, LITTLE VAMPLING!” Abby roared, before pouncing into the ballpit, joining Grim’s side and throwing balls at my best friend. “AHHH!” Lucy cried. “Well I can’t let you two gang up on my friend…” I said as I jumped into the pit myself and allied myself with the little vampire cupcake, and started returning fire. I couldn’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Honestly… not since I was an actual kid probably. It was as if all my worries and problems just washed away as I threw ball after ball at my new friends. Instead, my thoughts were that of laughter, fun, happiness, friendship… “Time out!” Abby called out. Lucy and I froze still, balls in hands, ready to strike, but we observed the temporary truce and held back. “You okay?” I asked. “Yeah… I just… exhausted, remember? Can… Can we do something a bit less tiring for a bit? Call it even?” Abby said, breathing heavily. I could see that Grim and Lucy were also equally exhausted. I wasn’t… weirdly… but I didn’t care about that, I was more worried about my friend’s health, so I nodded and smiled, slowly putting the balls down back into the pit. “Thanks…” Grim said, taking deep breaths. “We all got a bit carried away there.” Abby replied. “Cus you called me a cupcake!” Lucy snapped back, sounding just like a bratty toddler. “I mean… you do kinda look like one…” I replied. I quickly realised I had said that bit out loud… and braced myself for retaliation. “BETRAYAL!” She yelled, throwing a ball at my face. It thudded softly against my cheek and fell back down, and we all laughed, making poor little Lucy blush again. “Right… who’s up for some colouring?” Grim suggested. We all nodded and carefully climbed out of the ballpit, and waddled over to the tables on the opposite side of the room. As soon as we started colouring, I was determined to do something nice for my… Mummy. She has been so considerate, so kind, so understanding… and most importantly, so patient with me. I know that she didn’t intentionally brainwash me into being a perfect baby for her, and honestly… I think that kinda ruined things for her too. Like she must have been so nervous holding in this secret for all this time, waiting for the day she could finally open up and hopefully bring me into her worlds. Instead she was outed by that jerk who ran me off the road, then she had to have a fake version of me to care for… …Well now she’s got the real thing. I’m her baby now. She’s my Mummy. And deep in my heart… I know that’s how it’s meant to be. So I’m going to colour something special for her, so she can pin it up or keep it on her or whatever she wants, to remind herself that I’m hers… that I love her with all my heart. Even if that heart barely beats these days. “What are you colouring, Lucy?” Abby asked across the table, trying to take a quick look, despite the issue with the lights that was still ongoing. Thankfully it wasn’t too often, so we were still able to colour in peace. “It’s a surprise!” Lucy replied, hiding her work with the crook of her free arm. “Even from me?” I asked. “Uh huh!” “Why?” “Cus it’s a surprise! Nyeh!” “But I get to see when it’s finished?” “Uh huh!” Lucy looked up at me and smiled. It was nice to see Lucy opening up around other people. I was scared at first, as she’s usually very defensive around people she doesn’t know, usually withdrawn and quick to run away at the first opportunity… but I must admit, Abby and Grim make it feel like we’ve been friends for a long time, despite only having met them technically a day or so. That time dilation stuff is gonna mess with my concept of time for a while I think. They both talked to Lucy like she wasn’t some fragile doll, but at the same time didn’t act too loud and aggressive and too friendly to her at first, and I think that allowed my friend to come out of her shell and warm up to these people. I guess it’s sort of how I managed it with her when we were sharing that room together at Uni. Which made me think… I remembered Abby and Grim were looking for another housemate for a new place they were hoping to move into… I know there’s a third, but I don’t think I’ve met them yet, but if they’re half as friendly as these two… Lucy would probably open up to them pretty quickly too… And now that Lucy needs a new place to live after the whole hunter business… “What you drawing, Abs?” Grim asked her. “A unicorn.” “You mean a warped, kid-friendly version thought up by humans?” “WAIT… UNICORNS ARE REAL?” I cried out. “Yes. But they are rare. And bloodthirsty.” Grim smiled. Okay. World shattered. There goes my childhood fascination with unicorns. I looked to Lucy for confirmation, hoping that Grim was just being the brat he was made out to be by others and that he was just playing a prank on me… but as she awkwardly nodded her head… I knew that my love of unicorns had been ruined. “What other creatures are real?” I asked. “Lots. Pretty much anything you see in human fairytales.” Abby shrugged. “Let me guess… as bad as the Grimm versions?” “Worse, usually.” “Except the Big Bad Wolf!” Grim interrupted. “Huh?” “He was my great great great… I forgot how many generations it’s been, but he was one of my ancestors.” Grim said, proudly. “That’s why I’m colouring him in…” “So was like… Red Riding Hood the bad guy then?” I asked. “Oh no, she was my great great great…” “No… don’t say…” “Oh she was an adult when they actually met. The story sets her as a kid, but then it also makes it so she didn’t see the wolf behind the crummy grandma disguise, when she was a lot more cunning and intelligent than that. Plus the Grandma was an abusive arsehole and Red was happy to see her gone. Basically the humans rewrote a lot of it.” “They rewrote a lot of our history.” Abby added. “So wait… if he was an ancestor… that means you weren’t turned into a werewolf? You were born that way?” I asked, intrigued but also baffled by all these new things I had to learn about this new world. “Yup. Lucy and you were created and introduced into our world. Abby and I were born into it.” Grim replied. “Oh cool!” “Yeah but I’m still way older than you both…” Lucy muttered. “Alright, Grandma!” Grim laughed, causing a crayon to fly across the table and hit him square on the forehead. “Watch it.” Lucy warned. “I know more about your kind than even you do.” “Oh yeah? Just how old are you, you look even younger than us. Damn vampires and their eternal youth.” “She’s like… 90? Or something? Right?” I answered on behalf of her. Lucy just nodded. “Seriously? Damn… I thought I was joking about the Grandma bit…” Grim laughed. Another crayon hit him in the face. “Careful Grim… you probably don’t want to find out what she’ll throw when she runs out of crayons. Plus you’re limiting the colours she can use for her mysterious picture…” Abby laughed. “So wait, you two age?” I asked. “Vampires, and apparently undead like you, don’t age. Witches don’t because of their magic, they keep themselves youthful through spells. The more beastly amongst us age, but at a much slower rate than humans. We can live for a few hundred years usually.” “So in like… forty years you’ll still look the same?” “Pretty much.” “That’s cool! So what about…” The lights flickered again, though this time… they continued… constantly flickering on and on, never stopping… and before I could finish my sentence, suddenly the world around me plunged into darkness. ======================================================== So my patreon only has one chapter left and that is the epilogue! So this time next week, they'll get the first chapter of Little in Love 2! Which means this time in three weeks you'll get the first chapter of it! Anyone excited for it? 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Chapter 35: Playdate Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “Hi… is this… Abby?” “Yes, speaking?” The beautiful voice on the other end of the call responded. “Hi… this is… umm…” I know I’m nowhere near as socially anxious as Lucy, but even meeting new people makes me nervous. And yes, I know they’re not technically new… but it’s still scary, okay? “This is… Susie. You know… Beth’s… girlfriend.” I said, carefully wording my sentence due to the tiny doubt that I had just happened to call the wrong Abby, someone not into this… played over in my mind. “Oh Susie! So your Mummy gave you our numbers after all! I’m so glad! How are you?” I reached the right Abby… thank god. “Exhausted. How are you?” I replied. “Haha, same! I can’t believe we worked so much with very little rest!” “I still can’t believe they managed to slow down time around us… or speed up our time… or… actually, I still don’t understand any of that…” “Yeah don’t worry about it. Witches and magic and all that is still relatively new to me. But anyway, what’s this about, why’d you call? I wasn’t expecting anything for at least like a week.” “I was wondering if… you wanted to come… play… in the playroom today. My… Mummy… said you wanted to be friends…” “I do! You and Lucy seem so cool! I’ve always thought Lucy was too cool to have friends, or maybe she was just that anxious…” “Yeah, she’s that anxious.” I laughed awkwardly. “Haha I figured, once you two met us that is. It was obvious when I got to talk to her. But anyway, I mean… I’m pretty exhausted. I can’t speak for Grim, but I think he is too…” “Oh that’s okay, maybe another time then…” “Hey! I never said no! But it just means we need to get some food down us, and I’ll call Grim for you, no doubt he’s happy to come too. Little clothes I assume?” Abby asked. “Yeah… no adults either. So we have to be super good.” I couldn’t believe how natural it was speaking like I was actually a toddler… ‘adults’ and ‘super good’... like a month ago I wouldn’t be saying stuff like that. “Yeah don’t worry, I’ll keep Grim on a short leash…” “Hehe…” I giggled. “What’s so funny?” Abby asked. “Leash… because he’s a…” There was a slight pause and I could hear the faintest little giggle on the other end of the phone. “I think you and I are going to be close friends, Susie.” Abby said, laughing herself. “But anyway, right, so we’ll need some food… or have you got any there?” “I…” It was at that point my tummy rumbled. “Did your tummy just rumble so loud I could hear it down the phone?” Abby asked. “...Maybe…” “I’ll take that as you don’t have any food at all… did your Mummy not leave you any?” “I don’t think so… we had a picnic last night from Teles and…” “OH! That’s why. She’s not a bad Mummy then.” “Huh?” “Teles’ food can keep you going for at least a day, sometimes two. Something about her ingredients or something.” “So then why is my tummy rumbling now then?” I asked. “Because apparently you have a black hole for a stomach. Don’t worry, I’ll pick up something for breakfast and bring it over for everyone.” Abby offered. “You don’t have to…” “Shush. I want to. Let me treat my friends.” Abby said, cutting me off and sounding very insistent. ‘Friends…’ I thought to myself, finding myself smiling at the thought. “Fine.” “Good girl. Now, I’ll be about an hour or so. It’ll take thirty minutes to wake Grim up, then another thirty to get some food for us and head over.” “Okay, sounds good!” I replied. “I’m excited! The playroom looked like it’ll be so much fun!” “I… haven’t seen it yet.” “YOU HAVEN’T? Well… don’t! Don’t go see it just yet, I want to see your face, okay? Both of your faces! So don’t let that little bloodsucker in either, okay?” Abby said, sounding very strict. Almost as strict as Beth can be.. “Okay… I guess we can wait…” I replied, feeling a little bit excited at the prospect. Like… I just assumed it’d look like the daycare in Pandora’s box, but if it’s making Abby that excited… Maybe it’s even better? “Well I’ll see you in about an hour! Don’t eat anyone in the meantime!” Abby joked… or at least I hoped she was joking. Okay so an hour passed, and it was really hard keeping Lucy out of the playroom, especially after I told her she had to wait due to Abby wanting to see her reaction. But I did it! She very nearly opened the door one time, but I tackled her to the ground and booped her nose. And for the past ten minutes, we’ve been sitting in one of the booths in the club part of the hotel, waiting for our new… friends… to arrive. “...and this is where we’ll have the munches! Provided your Mummy says it’s okay, obviously.” Lucy said, sat in the booth with her legs crossed on the seat. “And why here?” I asked. “Because it’s a relatively normal, adult location.” “And that’s what you want for… ‘munches’?” “Exactly! Somewhere you can be an adult, talk about normal things.” “Do you not discuss the kinky stuff at all then?” “Oh of course we do, but we try to keep it to a minimum during munches. And most importantly, we talk about it as adults. No babyish behaviour… mostly. Obviously there’s a bit of teasing, and usually most of us are padded underneath our adult human clothes.” “And then you do all the really babyish stuff at these… events?” “Yup! See, I told you it was simple. You’ll have lots of fun, at both! Even I do, and I… rarely talk at them.” “Well hopefully that’ll change now I’m here.” “Maybe…” Lucy shrugged. And at that moment, a doorbell rang clearly through the club. “We have a doorbell?” I asked. “Apparently so. That must be them!” I got up and walked over to the entrance door, opening it to reveal a couple of familiar faces. Abby looked as gorgeous as yesterday. Or a few days ago. I… guess technically it was the same day… Anyway, her slender figure, beautiful natural red hair, her beautiful perfect face… I was jealous. I have to say… I may have started rubbing my scars a bit when I admired her perfect body. Maybe… maybe I have a bit of an issue with my body now. Not that I didn’t before… I just… no, nevermind. Not going down that rabbit hole. Grim however… I couldn’t see how these two were friends. They were the complete opposite. Whilst Abby looked pristine and perfect… Grim was the definition of ‘shaggy’. Unkempt hair, badly trimmed facial hair, clothes that looked like they had been turned in, then out, then in again… and don’t get me started on the holes in them. Whereas Abby wore a gorgeous little flowery summer dress and sunglasses, Grim… looked like he was ripped out of one of those American high school movies… looking like a typical jock, only… messier. “Good morning to our little undead princess!” Abby said with delight, rushing in for a hug. I wasn’t expecting this, so I froze still and just… let her do it. Like I didn’t even know we were at the hugging stage? Or maybe this is normal for them? Do… Do monsters even have different social etiquette? Do I have to learn a whole new set of rules just to interact with these people? Beth and Lucy didn’t explain it to me… …I guess I’ve got a lot to learn. “Yeah, sup?” Grim replied, nonchalantly. “Hi! I’m glad you could make it! How are you both feeling?” I asked, nervously. “Bit groggy, but I grabbed an elixir on the way here, so I’m ready for a day of playing!” Grim stuck his thumb up and grinned. “An elixir?” I asked, confused. “From the Marché Arcanique.” “I… is that…?” “It just means Arcane Market.” Abby explained. “OH! So like a market for magicky stuff?” “Exactly. You know these Witches though, they can’t have anything boring or normal…” “Tell me about it…” I said, laughing to myself internally as I thought about how ‘normal’ Beth really was. Maybe I had thought she was a bit quirky before I found out she was a Witch, but after finding out all her secrets… She was anything but normal to me now. “So what does the elixir do?” I asked. “It’s just a thing you drink. Gives you lots of energy. They’re thinking of trying to make them a big thing in the human markets. Just… without the magical kick.” “I could see how that’d be helpful. Would have helped a lot at university!” “Yeah. Anyway… gonna invite us in? Although we’re not like your friend Lucy, we don’t need to be invited…” “THAT’S A MADE UP THING!” I heard Lucy shout from the club. ‘Damn… her hearing is amazing! Guess it has to be, being a vampire, hunting and all that. Plus the whole bat thing… wait no, she said that wasn’t a thing… nevermind…’ I snapped out of my silly little thoughts and smiled up at our guests. “Yeah, come on in!” I said, waving them in. Abby and Grim waved at Lucy as they walked in, with Lucy waving back shyly, trying to hide most of her face from them. “Don’t mind her, she’s just shy.” I said, shuffling in behind our guests. “Yeah don’t worry. She seemed cool, we just didn’t want to push her too hard.” Abby replied. “Sometimes she needs the push. Sometimes you need to let her hide. It’s a balancing act, but it’s worth it for a friend like her.” I said, sounding more soppy than I had intended to be. “Love you too, Suze…” Lucy said, muffled by her arms which were currently wrapped around her blushy face. Or at least I assume it’s blushy anyway. “So… Do you want to hang out here for a bit, chat a bit, or just get changed and go straight to the playroom?” Abby asked, taking the lead… thankfully. “We can snack on this food I brought whichever we decide to do first.” “I guess we could just go to the playroom, though we’ve got nothing to change into… we haven’t moved anything over from our places yet.” “Good job I packed extra clothes!” Abby said. “You did? You didn’t have to!” “She’s a smarty pants, this one. Always thinking ahead. She told me on the way here she figured you wouldn’t have any spare clothes, what with you having to escape your current places and move here, and your Mummy being busy all day.” Grim said. It was still weird them calling her my ‘Mummy’... but again, it felt right. I felt… owned… loved… and somehow I had wanted this? I had never thought about being ‘owned’ before, but now I loved the thought. “Well thanks! Why don’t we go through, get changed, then just hang out in the playroom and chat and eat?” “Sounds good. Coming Lucy?” Abby asked my best friend. Lucy didn’t say a word, she just nodded and slid out of the booth, looking more like a zombie than me, an actual zombie, and shuffling herself over to us. “Come on then, let's go have fun! AWOOO!” Grim howled. We stood there, in the changing rooms. Changing rooms that looked like a cross between what you’d see backstage at a show, with all the mirrors and vanity tables and everything… and a swimming pool changing room with individual private cubicles lining the opposite walls. Now, I was expecting either a luxurious, expensive changing room with deep red walls and expensive wooden furniture… or something tiled and clinical like a swimming pool changing room. But this… this was neither. It was a large room with lockers on one wall, all painted bright colours. Foam mats covered the floor, all different vibrant colours tiled in a pattern. The walls were beige but they had cute nursery pictures all over them. And the furniture… well the furniture was all white and babyish. It was… adorable. With a strong smell of baby powder. It was the first time I had seen the changing room. In fact it reminded me that I needed to go explore this place, as I hadn’t seen anything but the club, the lobby, and the one floor of rooms that Lucy and I helped put together. Grim had gone off into one of the stalls in the changing room, and Abby placed her bag on the bench in the middle of the room and started rummaging around inside it. “Here you go, Susie…” Abby said, pulling out a little blue and white sailor girl dress with matching… underwear? It was adorable… but incredibly babyish… “Are you like… a really tiny baby?” I asked, pointing at the dress. “Not usually, but the couple I’ve been seeing like to regress me further than normal occasionally. It’s not really my thing, but they find it cute, which makes me happy.” “So many questions…” “Yes, I see a few people, and yes, two of them are a couple. I call them my Mummy and Daddy, but I have a few Mummies and even more Daddies.” “I thought…” “That you can only have one or the other?” Abby said, rolling her eyes at me. “I was thinking maybe one of each at most… but yeah…” “Nah, I can’t find anyone who really challenges me, you see? I haven’t found that one yet. Not like my Ma and Da. Made for each other, they were. So I try a little bit of everything.” “And you get free clothes out of it…” I grinned at her. “Hey, I’m not going to complain! They get a baby girl to care for and play with, I get the love and attention I need… and some cute clothes.” Abby shrugged, playfully. “Sounds a bit… transactional.” “That’s because it is. If I find the one… or two, I’ll settle down, but for now, I’m happy having multiple caregivers.” “Fair enough, no judgement from me.” “Good, now go put this on… and don’t forget the plastic pants!” “Plastic pants? Oh… and wait, you said you don’t normally wear…” “I’m more of a toddler, than a baby. Now hurry along and go get that on! I want to go sit in the ballpit!” Abby ordered, shoving the dress into my chest and turning me around, pushing me in the direction of the cubicles. “BALLPIT?” Lucy yelled, a little too loudly, quickly realising how loud she was and putting her hands to her mouth. “Yes, there’s a ballpit… but to go in there you have to wear… this…” I took one last look behind me before entering the private cubicle, to see a face from Lucy I had never seen before. And I couldn’t tell if she was going to scream in fear or squeal in delight. ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Chapter 34: Morning Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess After a difficult night’s sleep in an unfamiliar bed, I woke up in the arms of my girlfriend. And I must say… I’ve missed this. “Good morning, beautiful…” Beth smiled down at me. “Morning… Mummy…” I replied. Her expression quickly changed, looking a little more serious than just a second ago. “How does it feel to say that? Weird? Good? Awkward?” “A little bit of all three, but mostly good.” I smiled up at her. “Is that something you want to call me then, Mummy?” “I… uh huh… maybe….” “And this whole baby thing…” “I hate to admit it but… yeah… okay maybe you lot were right about me.” She squealed adorably and then proceeded to squeeze the stuffing out of me in bed. Since all our stuff was at home… or our old home now I guess… we had nothing to wear to bed, so whilst Beth got to look all hot and everything in just her panties and nothing else… I wore just a nappy. Because due to the time dilation or manipulation or whatever it’s called… We had been working non-stop for days, so our clothes really needed washing. Sadly, we’d have to wear them again to go out later, which I was not looking forward to. “I think you should stay back here whilst I go pick up all our stuff and also Lucy’s stuff.” Beth said, as if she read my mind. “Are you sure? Don’t you need my big strong arms?” I said, flexing my non-existent muscles. Like seriously… my arms were scrawny and tiny with no hint of muscle behind them. All my strength was down to my magically-induced state of death, I guess. “Thank you, baby girl, but I’ll be okay. I know a few experts in moving, ones who specialise in moving people who have been hunted. The ones I pointed out to you.” “What about that hunter? Won’t he know to look here? How do you know he didn’t follow us?” “Because I’ve been tracking him. Or at least I’ve had someone following him. Plus remember, time has been moving a lot faster for us than him. He’s had barely any time to recover and gather himself to prepare for another attack. I know we’ve been busy, but we’ve at least had time to settle our minds. So don’t worry, that guy doesn’t know where we are. And we’ll be using a portal to come back, so maybe stay away from the dance floor for the rest of the day until we’re back, okay? I think it’s the best place to open one for now.” “A portal? Can I see?” “Maybe if you’re there all afternoon waiting for us, sure. But we don’t know when we’ll get back.” “So what’s Lucy gonna do?” “For a home? Well she can stay here with us, here. That’s what this place is for.” “Yeah but you told everyone this would be a sanctuary for people to stay, then we’d help them to move on with their lives.” “And that’s just what we’ll do. We’ll find her a new place, somewhere the hunter can’t find her, somewhere new. But for now, she needs familiar faces and a lot of love. She’s good at hiding her feelings, a little too good… but I know she’s struggling right now. So I need you to be a super good girl for me today and look after her. Especially with Auntie Beatrice gone, I need you to step up.” “Don’t worry, I would’ve done that anyway. Lucy is my best friend after all.” I grinned. “I hope you make more friends in this community, some really took a liking to you.” “They did? Like who?” I asked, half surprised and half… well… excited? I hadn’t made new friends in a while, so the prospect of making more… scared me… and also got me feeling all giddy. “Grim and Abby.” “The wolfy boy and the kit… kit…” “The kitsune?” “Yeah that’s the one! So… what did they say?” “Just that you and Lucy seemed cool. They actually gave me their number, asked if they could come over sometime soon to play in the playroom and maybe get to know you both.” “They did? When did they say this?” “When you and Lucy were busy fixing these rooms up. They were a little shy to come up and ask you themselves, so just like little kids… they came to your Mummy…” Beth laughed. I just lay there, blushing, trying to hide my red face by burying it into Beth’s arm. “So… umm…” I trailed off, awkwardly. “What, sweetpea?” “Could… could I invite them over today?” “It’s a bit soon, isn’t it? They’re probably as exhausted as we are! And I’ve still got a busy day, I’ve got to clear our old house AND Lucy’s apartment. They probably need some rest.” “Could I… at least call them and see?” “Why do you want to meet them so bad?” “Not that bad! I just… I want to know more about all this. How to act… how to… I dunno… be everything?” “And you want to know more about it by looking to others? Sweetie, just let yourself be you. Just be as childish as you want, do whatever you feel like doing as a little. There’s no one way to act or dress or whatever, you do what comes naturally to you.” “But…” “But yes, I’ll give you their number. They can come over for a playdate with you and Lucy, provided Lucy is okay with it.” Beth sighed, rolling her eyes at me. “Get Lucy’s permission first. Got it. What about them coming… today?” Beth just sighed again and scratched her head. “Look, if they’re up for it, sure. But keep to the playroom, okay? That place is finished, and I don’t want four littles getting into trouble around our new place with no adult supervision. I’m trusting you, baby, got that?” She said with her sternest voice. “Otay!” I said, without realising how babyish I had made my words sound. “My good little girl…” She replied, kissing my forehead and squeezing me tightly. “Right, ten minutes of snuggles, then I need to get up and get dressed, I’m being picked up soon!” “Fifteen.” I mumbled. “What?” “Fifteen minutes of snuggles. Then get dressed super fast.” “Oh, are we bargaining now?” Beth’s eyebrow raised itself at me. “I’ll do that thing with my tongue if you…” Before I could finish my sentence, Beth shoved my head under the duvet. “Deal!” She gasped. Beth had gone to Lucy’s place, along with a couple of their friends or contacts or whatever they are, to pick up all of Lucy’s stuff. They were also calling at our place and moving all our stuff over too before heading to Lucy’s. Obviously, despite the rarity of the materials required to create a portal, they were planning on portalling back with all the stuff so that the hunter couldn’t track us. Because even if it had only been a day in the real world, we couldn’t guarantee the hunter wasn’t watching Lucy’s place, licking his wounds after our little scuffle in the cafe. Portalling… it’s still weird how… normal… that kind of talk is now. It had barely been any time, but being surrounded by the weird, the witchy and the supernatural… now it was all just… normal… And I thought portable cassette players were something to wow at! But yes, Beth had gone, leaving me alone, mostly naked in my bed. I knew I had to get up soon, and go check on Lucy, as she’s probably anxious about everyone going through her stuff, so I slid one leg out of the duvet, hoping that would be enough to push me into moving the other leg out too. Eventually I’d have my whole body out and I’d be up! Genius idea! Or it would be… if I wasn’t so comfy. Not even my left leg can tempt the other to move right now. At least Beth had the common sense to change me before leaving. I would’ve hated to have to lay in bed all morning in that wet nappy I had worn since last night. But just as my left leg started tempting me again, reminding me I really needed to get up… I heard a knock on the door. “Lucy? Is that you?” I called out. “Uh… huh…” “You can come in, hun…” I said, quickly covering my boobs with the duvet. Opening the door, she took one look at me and went to close it again. “Sorry… I’ll…” “No, come in, it’s okay!” I said, waving her over. Anxiously shuffling over, she sat at the end of the double bed and looked at the floor. “What’s up?” I asked, softly. “I… just…” “Anxious about them going through your stuff? I’m not as bad as you and even I would hate that. Even if they are all into this kinda thing…” “I know… I should be grateful… but…” Carefully wrapping the duvet around me as I sat up and shuffled over the bed so I was sat next to my best friend, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, using my other to clasp the duvet so it didn’t fall down. “Shhhh… it’s okay, they’re gonna be in, grab your stuff, then get out. That’s all. Then you can move in here with us for a while, until you’re ready to move on and find your own place again.” “I… suppose. Thanks…” “Hey, don’t thank me, thank my awesome girlfriend.” I smiled at her. “You sound a lot more chipper and a lot more… enthusiastic about everything with her… it’s like when you first started dating her… it’s nice…” “I do? I… oh… I just…” “Nah, it makes sense. No need to worry about that. You and her have figured out your places and your roles and everything, and no one needs to hide anything anymore. It’s nice! It’s… what I hope to have one day.” “You’ll get that. Even if it takes like a year.” “Nah, more like forty for me… I’m not very good when it comes to…” “Forty then! What’s forty years old for immortal beings like us?” I laughed. “I guess that’s true… I keep forgetting I won’t have to outlive you anymore. It’s nice to have a friend who doesn’t grow old and die…” “I assume you’ve had that?” “Yup. All my childhood friends… They grew old, retired and died. And here’s me, looking like a twenty year old!” “I always assumed immortality would be horrible… the loneliness…” I sighed. “It was… That’s why it was different when I met Beth and Beatrice.” “But they’re…” “They’re not immortal, no… but they’re not mortal either. Without outside assistance they would age like any normal human probably… or maybe they’d have an extra fifty years or so. Not sure, as I’ve never heard of a Witch who ages naturally.” “So they magically make themselves not age?” I asked, intrigued to find out more about my girlfriend and what exactly Witches actually do in reality. “Yup. At least I think so. Again, they’re pretty shush about all that kind of thing.” “I wonder if Beth will tell me…” “I’m sure she’d have to at some point, because if you didn’t die and get resurrected, she’d outlive you. But now you’re immortal… you could even outlive her!” “Can we change the subject? It’s getting a little too…” I suggested, not wanting to think about death and what could have been. “Nah, it’s okay, I understand. Us undead have a special kind of thing with death… but even then we can get a bit overwhelmed by it.” “Yeah… so, to change the topic… I was going to ask you a question…” “Go on…” Lucy trailed off, sounding suspicious. “What would you say to a playdate with that wolf boy and the fox girl?” “The werewolf and the kitsune? Grimfang and Abby? What? When did this happen?” “It hasn’t yet, though apparently they wanted to get to know us both, they talked to Beth whilst we were up here and gave her their number. I was wondering… if you’d be up for getting your mind off things by having a playdate in the new playroom downstairs?” “I… but…” I could see Lucy start to panic in her head. “They’re not exactly new people. And they seemed friendly enough, and hey, if they come and you want space, you can always waddle off and play with other toys. They won’t be offended.” “I… but…” “Come on… we both need more friends. You trust me, right? I’ve always done the right thing when it comes to getting you to socialise more?” “I guess… but won’t they be exhausted?” “Do you think they’d turn down the chance to play in the playroom?” “Okay, fine. But is your Mummy okay with this?” “She gave me their numbers and everything.” “Sure then. Just… let me go change and put something on that’s a little more suitable to play in.” “I’ll go call them and you go get changed and dressed. If they are too tired, then we’ll just hang out in the playroom by ourselves, deal?” Lucy smiled awkwardly and nodded, before waddling out of the bedroom, leaving me alone again. ‘If I even know where the phones are in this place…’ ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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Chapter 33: Picnic Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess Sitting down on the floor of one of the rooms we had finished earlier, we all gathered together in one little circle, looking at each other, the four of us all sat cross-legged on the plush carpet. “So what did you get for us?” Beth asked her sister. “You’ll see.” Bea replied. Reaching into the bag, Beth looked surprised as she pulled out box after box after box… “How are dere so many boxes? Dey can’t fit in dat bag… suwely?” I asked, the dummy making me sound like the baby I looked sorta like. “They can’t… normally…” Beth replied as she pulled out the dummy from my mouth and put it in her pocket. Beatrice did the same with Lucy, who just blushed and looked at the floor. “Oh, is it like a magic bag or something?” “Don’t be silly… it’s a normal bag with a spell cast on it.” “Isn’t that the same thing?” “Not at all. A magic bag is very different…” “Leave the poor baby alone, sis! She’s not ready to hear you lecture her about the specific definitions of magical work.” Beatrice laughed. “Sorry… I don’t often get to…” My girlfriend said, looking ashamed. So I quickly interrupted her. “No! I like it!” “Y… you do?” Her worried face turned to that of pleasant surprise. “Yeah! I wanna hear all about it!” “Later!” Beatrice raised her voice. “Food first! I’m starving. This time dilation crap has drained me.” “Time… dilation?” I asked, confused. “Oh… right… you were in the daycare, and we never told you… oh… umm…” “Told us what?” “One of the Witches, a Daddy friend of ours, has a speciality in time manipulation.” Beth explained. “Oh my god… like… can he go back in time and stuff?” “Kind of. But not exactly go back. He can reverse, speed up, or slow down time. There’s no such thing as time travel magic. Only time manipulation.” “That we know of.” Beatrice added. “Yes sister… that we know of. But yes, this friend of ours put a spell on the hotel, slowing down the world around us.” “How did you think we got so much work done in one day?” Bea asked. “I… just figured… the magic and supernatural abilities and stuff?” “Well… yes, in a way. But whilst we still could have done a lot without his help, we’d have barely finished the first stage by now if he didn’t cast his spell.” “So how long have we been working?” “About three or four days?” Beth turned to look to her sister for an answer. “Something like that.” Bea confirmed. “Why… why don’t I feel drained?” I asked. “Because you’re dead. Undead. Whatever. You don’t need much sleep, I assume anyway. Lucy doesn’t either, being a vampire, and we… well us Witches have been chugging elixirs to keep our energy levels up.” “You have?” “Yes, but it’s starting to catch up with us. Especially now the spell is wearing off and everyone is leaving.” “Everyone’s leaving?” “We’re done. The place is done. Mostly. They’re just making the finishing touches, then they’re going home to recover from this spell. It’s going to take a lot of food and a lot of rest for the next couple of days to get over this. We’ll have to do the final bits ourselves slowly over the next week.” “And everyone is okay with that?” “You’ve got a lot of questions, Susie. Can they wait until we’ve eaten? Otherwise I may have to roll you up to into a burrito and nom on you!” Bea joked, pulling a scary, yet funny face at me, the sort of face you’d pull at a small child to make them laugh. Which annoyingly… seemed to have the same effect on me. As I laughed, Beth got to work emptying all the contents of the ‘bag with a magic spell cast on it’, displaying everything neatly on the floor in the middle of our circle. “Right… dig in I suppose!” Beth smiled at me, before Lucy and Beatrice dove in, looking like foxes raiding bins in the middle of the night. Time dilation spells, magic bags vs bags with spells cast on them, vampires, sirens, Gods, monsters, Witches… the past week had been a mess. Or is it technically a week? I mean… apparently we worked for like 3 or 4 days straight, but on the outside world only an afternoon passed… so do those days count or not? Does that affect my birthday as I’ll technically be a few days older physically than I normally would be when my birthday comes around? Too many questions filled my mind as I delicately bit into a sandwich I had grabbed from the assortment of food on display. I felt like I had to not give in to my primal urges and do exactly what Beatrice and Lucy were currently doing… acting like ravenous wolves as they dug into the feast in front of them. But at some point, Beth must have noticed me eating slowly and carefully, because she quickly put her own food down and reached over, taking my plate away from me. “Hey! I was eating…” Before I could finish moaning at her, she waved her finger at me. And yet whilst no magic was cast, I still found my butt getting up and crawling over to her, plopping myself down onto her lap. “Good girl.” She said, putting one hand around my back, supporting me, and using her free hand to wave her finger, this time actually casting a spell. It was still a wonder to see her cast spells. Though to be fair, I haven’t actually seen her cast that many. It made me wonder what her limits were, how strong she was compared to other Witches, what kinds of things she could and couldn’t do… but this spell she was casting was not going to answer any questions. Because all it did… was cut up my food into bite size pieces. Lifting one of those pieces up, she held it out in front of my mouth with her fingers. “Open up, babykins… Let Mummy feed you…” I blushed and slowly found myself opening my mouth, allowing my girlfriend-turned-Mummy to feed me, something we had never done before. Not even as adults with grapes or whatever. And to be completely honest… I didn’t hate this. Sure, at first it felt like my cheeks could melt steel with the amount of blushing I was doing as she fed me pieces of my sandwich, but after about four bites… I started easing into it. And I had never felt so small. That was, until… “D’awwww!” Lucy called out, managing to find a second to speak in between shoving food into her mouth, causing me to blush once again and bury my head into Beth’s chest. “Baby… you need to eat. I know your body is special now… but it still needs sustenance.” Beth said, stroking my hair, making me feel loved and special and small and… this… this was it. The thing that Lucy loved so much. The thing all those other ‘littles’ or whatever they’re called out there love. Turns out… I love it too. I genuinely do. This… is something I actually freaking want! Like… I want her to keep feeding me… cuddling me… talking softly to me… taking care of me… The adult part of my brain was trying to fight back at this point, throwing mean thoughts into the swirling pool that is my brain, ones such as ‘You look stupid’ and ‘You’re an adult woman dressed as a baby… how pathetic’. And sure, maybe a few days ago I would’ve let those thoughts win and take over… but not today. Not with Beth’s arms around me, not when I’m feeling more loved than I ever have. And that’s not to say I didn’t feel loved before I knew all this… before I died… It was more… this was special. This was a special kind of love. One different to what I was normally used to. Different but… amazing. “You okay, babygirl?” Beth asked softly, bringing me out of my thoughts once again. Shaking my head a bit, I looked up at her and smiled. “Yeah, I’m okay Mummy. Just…” “Just what?” “I wuv you!” I said in my most babyish voice possible. I didn’t care if it was a bit over the top, if it was a bit too corny or whatever… and I especially didn’t care when I could see on her face the moment her heart melted. So I used that opportunity to reach up and plant a kiss on her lips, before nuzzling into her neck. “I love you too, baby girl…” She whispered into my ear as she held me close and I heard excited squealing coming from the other side of the picnic. After a very adorable feeding, and lots of blushing on my part, we all lay back on the floor, relaxing from the amount of food we had just consumed. Teles had put a lot in those bags, way more than we could even handle, so Bea said she’d shove it in the fridge when she can manage to get up. I honestly didn’t even know we had a fridge, me and Lucy had been in these rooms all this time in our own little world, putting together furniture, we had no idea how much they had done during this time. My tummy felt happy after all that lovely food… which made me glad even death hadn’t ruined that for me. Not going to lie… I was a bit worried that maybe some things would be ruined for me now that my body is technically deceased. I was especially worried I may get an appetite for brains, but that seems to be a false tale, made up for horror movies. Thankfully the spell Beth had cast on me seems to have made it so it was mostly alive… I think. I’m no expert about undeath, and even if I was… this was apparently a rare thing as it is. So it's not like I can just nip to the library to find out more about it. My heart also felt happy. Happier than it ever had been. This whole baby thing… having my girlfriend as my ‘Mummy’... it was… good. I freaked out a lot at first, it was weird... it still is really. But it’s also made me feel even more loved and happy than ever, so it can’t be bad… right? Lucy is super into it, and has been for a long time… and she’s a good person too, right? I mean sure, she’s a vampire but even for a vampire she’s good, in terms of her source of food anyway. Which reminded me… how is it that Lucy can eat ‘human’ food? Or maybe it’s special food made so all supernatural entities can enjoy it? I’d have to ask Lucy or Beth or Teles at some time… right now though I was falling into a food coma. “You okay babygirl?” Beth asked, nudging me gently. “Uh huh. Food… too good… need… sleep…” “Well we’ll take the room next door. Lucy, you can have the one next to that. Bea… pick one.” “I’m gonna head home, I've got a few things to do before I can rest.” Beatrice said. “Oh okay. You sure? You must be exhausted.” “I’m fine. Plus I need to call at the pub on the way home.” “Seriously?” Beth whined at her sister. “Oh don’t, it’s just to meet up with Lucifer again. Need to thank her for her work today.” Bea explained as she sat up. “I noticed she just disappeared once all the spellwork had been finished. Give her my thanks.” “Will do. And yeah, she said to meet her at the pub when finished, she wants to discuss this proposal I’ve got. I may end up with a new job of all things!” “Really? Doing what?” “I’ve been thinking… Maybe a live-in-maid?” Bea grinned at Beth. “Maid? Seriously? You? Oh… wait… seriously?” Beatrice and Beth just looked at each other, in complete silence. “What? What is it?” I asked, breaking the tension in the air. “Well… my sister has a kink…” “SHE DOES? WHAT?” I blurted out, excitedly. “She loves being a maid…” “That’s not that bad… not compared to… this…” I said, pointing at the thick padding protruding from between my legs. “No it's not, and no Beth, I’m not just doing this to play out my fantasy. I think I can genuinely help both my friend and Lucifer.” “You mentioned a friend… what’s her deal?” Beth asked. “She’s a lesbian, like you three. But she’s human. Her girlfriend just died… I won’t go into how, but it’s not nice. My friend is not taking it well.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that! And you think you can help?” “I think so. But it’s going to take a while. And I mean… a while. May be working for her for a long time.” “You sure you’re okay with that?” “Of course. I want to help her, and I want to help Lucifer. So if it takes a decade… or longer… I’ll do this.” “Is she…” “Into kink? No. But I think she’d make a kickass Mummy… she’s got that energy.” “So what’s your plan for her?” Beth asked, looking as intrigued as Lucy and I at this plan of Bea’s. “Setting her up with someone Luci knows.” “Why not just set her up with any little here?” Lucy asked. “Because she needs time to grieve first. And then… I think it’s going to take the right person to bring her out of her shell that she’s created around herself. And you know I have those feelings… well I have that about this.” “Fair enough. I won’t pry any more. Just… don’t be a stranger, okay? Don’t get too enveloped in your whole ‘maid’ thing that you forget about your sister and your friends.” “I won’t! But yeah, I better get going. I’ve got a lot of planning with Lucifer to do, so I may not be around for the next week or so, ‘kay?” “‘Kay. Take care sis!” Beth said as Beatrice stood up, grunting. “Ugh… Teles… why do you have to make such amazing food… I ate way too much…” Beatrice joked before waving at the three of us and walking out of the room. ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. 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Chapter 32: Lore Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess And so we worked. We worked and we worked. And then we worked some more. Everyone was given a job. And when that job was completed, my Mummy gave us another job. It was still weird calling her that. But it was nice. Like a reassuring hug. Like she was something extra special to me. She was… mine. It was different from her being my girlfriend. We were dating, sure, and whilst I felt like we were soulmates… in the past I never felt like I was hers and she was mine. It was more of a mutual partnership I guess? Whereas now… it felt like I belonged to her… and she belonged to me. It’s amazing what a few silly words can do to a relationship. Lucy and I were paired together to put together the furniture in each room. Thankfully, it was all relatively easy to put together, made all the more easier by our increased strength. Which led to a conversation I was holding off on… until we got to room four. “Lucy…” I trailed off, leaving an awkward silence as my best friend put her hammer down and looked in my direction. “Yes…” She replied, raising her eyebrow at me. “I know you can’t turn into a bat…” “Oh. This again. I thought I gave you the whole explanation, that most of it is nonsense.” “What about the mirror stuff?” “Nonsense.” She sighed. “Garlic? Silver?” “You really are a nerd. Also… we have an intolerance to them both, but it’s not deadly. Think of a very mild allergy when eating garlic in food, or a slight reaction when silver touches our skin.” “The invitation thing?” “Jeez Susie… are you in like a vampire fanclub I didn’t know about? Also no, absolute rubbish.” “What about hypnosis?” “I… wait…” “Vampires in lore can hypnotise people to do their bidding, make them thralls or servants or whatever…” “...Yes?” She replied. “OH MY GOD, REALLY?” I burst out, quickly covering my mouth after realising how loud I was. “Kind of. It’s not that great. I… I’ve never actually done it before though.” “Oh? Why not?” “Because… I don’t like being in control! Why do you think I’m a little?” “I guess… but you could still have someone clean up after you, or…” “It’s non-consensual. I don’t do non-con. End of.” “Oh… yeah… I guess it is. Sorry if I…” “It’s okay. I just don’t want to force someone to do something they don’t want to. Maybe under extreme circumstances… maybe… but not to get a free meal or a maid or whatever. Though the few times I’ve been out for a meal and someone serving me was rude… I was very tempted.” “I bet! So like… you’ve never done it to hide your status as a vampire?” I asked her. “Susie… I don’t go out. This is the most I’ve been out in like… well… since we finished University. I barely leave my apartment. You know how bad I am. I was even worse before you got me to open up a bit at Uni, I’d go decades without leaving the house. It’s… hard for me…” “I know hun, sorry. So no one even gets a chance to find out you’re a vampire…” I replied, feeling bad for my best friend. “Exactly. Even being around all these other people, despite them being in the same community… both communities really… is still a bit too much for me. I want to retreat, I want to go hide away in my apartment for a hundred years. But thanks to that hunter asshole, I can’t even do that now. So I’m helping as much as possible, trying to push all my anxiety to the back of my mind so I can help fix this dump up as quickly as possible so I can hide away here for a while. Because once it’s all done… I’m gonna need a while to recharge.” “Don’t hide from me though, okay?” I smiled at her. “Don’t worry, you and the twins are like the only people who don’t drain my battery.” “You seem friendly with some others though… What's your friendship like with those?” “I’m friendly enough. I know them. But I don’t feel comfortable around them. I feel on edge all the time, like I want to run away at all times.” “Oh hun…” “It’s okay. Just… let’s get this done, okay? I want this place done quickly so I can move my stuff over and crash here until I find a new place. Plus… I’m kinda excited about seeing the playroom and your nursery.” “Maybe you can give me a few pointers as to what my nursery should be like. I’m sure my Mummy won’t mind.” “I can give you a few words of advice, but it’s your nursery, it’s best if you and your… Mummy… design it yourselves. Also… when did you start calling her that?” Lucy asked. “Like… a few hours ago?” I laughed awkwardly. “Oh really…? Go on…” She grinned. “Nothing to tell… just… it… it makes me feel… loved… wanted… umm… protected… owned…” “AHA! I fucking called it!” Lucy jumped to her feet in celebration, waving her arms about like she had just won the World Cup. “Wha?” “I knew you’d like it! I knew you were a little like me! It’s why I set you two up. I just wish she had introduced you to it before…” “Before I died and got resurrected…?” “Exactly. But hey, you’re here now, you’re giving it a shot… that’s all that matters!” “Yeah, I guess so. Though… we’re still testing the waters so to speak.” I said, shrugging. “I understand. Take it easy, explore it, have fun. Although I will say… I’m extremely jealous…” “You are?” “You’ve got like the best Mummy ever!” “I have?” “Do you know how many single littles here would kill to have Beth as their Mummy? Too many! She’s such an amazing Mummy. I just hope to find someone as amazing as her some day…” “You will! You’re like the cutest little bean I know!” Lucy blushed as she got back down to floor level with me and grabbed her hammer again. “Yeah… well… you’re more adorable!” She replied in a childish tone, sticking her tongue out at me. So I did what I thought was the best, most mature response for this situation… …I stuck my tongue out back at her. “Are you two troublemakers behaving?” A familiar voice said, coming from the doorway of the last room we had been assigned to build furniture for. We were nearly done… finally. “Auntie Bea!” Lucy called out, jumping to her feet and running over, wrapping her arms around my girlfriend’s sister. “Hey… Aunt Bea…” I mumbled. “I heard you used the ‘M’ word with my sister earlier. Good for you kiddo. Remember though, there’s no rush!” Beatrice reassured me, looking at me over Lucy’s shoulder as the little bloodsucker hugged the stuffing out of her. “I know, I know… it felt… right…” I replied. “Good! So.. how are things in here?” Bea asked us. Lucy released her from her death grip and backed off towards me again. “It’s fine.” Lucy replied, sounding like a dejected chipmunk with her ‘little’ voice still there. “You okay sweetie?” Bea asked Lucy, concerned. “I think she’s overwhelmed by all the people here.” I responded. Lucy looked angry that I had told Bea that. Oops. “You’ve done really well, sweetpea, seriously. I know how rarely you leave the house, especially when you have to interact with people. So you’ve done super well today. Here…” Bea waved her hand a bit and sparkly dust followed it as she drew a little circle in the air. Suddenly Lucy squeaked, before looking down… to see a gold star sticker on her chest. God… she looked so… proud? Like it was just… a silly… gold… “I WANT ONE TOO!” I blurted out. “You’ve been a super duper good girl too, it takes a lot to put yourself out there, especially for my sister. So you get one too.” Bea said, before waving her hand again and magically conjuring a gold star sticker on my top. I squealed in delight at the silly gesture… but… I didn’t care. It was nice. It was harmless. It… made me happy. So I hugged my chest and my gold star and stopped caring about how silly all this was. “You babies and your praise kinks…” Beatrice laughed at us. “I DO NOT HAVE A PRAISE KINK!” Lucy barked at her. “D’aww, such a good girl for standing up for yourself!” Beatrice replied… in a condescending tone. “Lucy… don’t…” I was beginning to say don’t fall for that… but it was too late. She was a blushy little puddle who had gone as silent as a mouse… a mouse with the biggest smile on her face. “Anyway, I was just wondering if you two are hungry?” “How’s the rest of the hotel going?” I asked. “Mostly done, but we’ll probably need another day, two at most, to finish the rest of the place. Your Mummy is knackered. So make sure to give her lots of cuddles tonight.” “I… where are we going to sleep?” “You’ll have to take one of the rooms that have been done up, as you never got round to doing up your penthouse suite, did you?” “No…” “Then pick a room and crash there. They’re safe to live in now, as we put priority on those, and thanks to you very productive little babies, they’re furnished too, ready for people to move in. But for now, why don’t we get you two kiddos some food in those little tummies of yours…” “Bea…?” I asked, hesitantly. “Yes sweetie?” “Are you sure you’re not a Mummy?” “I’m sure. But I love playing Auntie for you two. Don’t tell my sister though.” She said, winking at us both. “Now… get those butts downstairs. I’ll finish this wardrobe… drawers… ah whatever it is I’ll finish it, you go find Beth. Tell her I’ve ordered takeaway, it’ll be here soon.” “Oooh, what takeaway?” Lucy asked, finally diverting her attention from her gold star. “It’s a surprise! But you’ll like it. Now get those soggy butts downstairs!” “HEY! We’re not…” Both Lucy and I squished the padding between our own legs and… “Okay fine…” We replied in unison. Beatrice waved her hand again, swirling her finger in a clockwise motion yet again. I didn’t know what she was doing until it was too late… …When suddenly a ‘IN NEED OF A CHANGE’ sticker was magically placed on both my chest and Lucy’s. “HEY!” We both said in unison, again. Another wave of her finger and suddenly our mouths were occupied by our dummies… and we both felt a force turn us around and gently push us out the door. I tried tugging the dummy out on our waddle down to the bottom floor, where my girlfriend Beth awaited us, but it was to no avail, some magical force was keeping it in. And apparently, Lucy had the same problem. So as we exited the elevator and saw Beth, as soon as she turned around and saw our dummies and the new stickers we earned… she started laughing her arse off. “Oh that sister of mine…” Beth laughed, grabbing me and pulling me close, inspecting the sticker on my chest. “In need of a change, eh?” Good job we got the nursery done!” “You did?” Lucy blurted out. “Yes, but no running off to see… you can wait until after…” “Food?” I answered for her. It came out sounding a lot more babyish than I’d expected, but I guess that’s what happens when you’ve got a dummy in your mouth. “Yes, exactly.” “Bea… I mean Auntie Bea… she said she’s ordered takeaway food.” “But… oh that sister of mine. Let me guess… she didn’t tell you what she ordered either?” “Nope.” “Typical Beatrice. Well at least she has good taste, so whatever she’s gotten… it should be good.” It was at that moment that someone walked over from the entrance of the hotel, holding two large bags, one in either hand. “Hey cuties!” They said. Turning around to see Teles, I suddenly felt guilt boiling up within me. “Oh hey! What are… wait… did my sister order food from you?” Beth asked her. “Yup!” Teles said with a smile, as if her cafe hadn’t been absolutely demolished… wait… seriously… Did that happen today? How is it the same day when everything… all that… So it seems I have lost all track of time and the concept of time has eroded. “How? I thought your…” I pointed at Teles with confusion on my face. “Coven came to repair my cafe. Was back to running normally in an hour after you lot made your escape. I’m glad you’re all okay!” “I’m… sorry…” I mumbled from behind Beth. Lucy and I didn’t want Teles to see the dummies in our mouths, so we both hid behind my girlfriend. “Oh sweetie! Don’t worry about it, thank you for protecting everyone!” “I… pwotected everyone?” Okay… that word was hard to say with the dummy still firmly in place. “Oh yes, if it wasn’t for you, that hunter would’ve killed us all, then taken our dear Lucy. You saved us all. So as a thank you, I added a little cake to the order, just for you. Okay… maybe a little dessert for Lucy too, after everything she’s been through.” ‘And this woman doesn’t even know we’re littles… wait… did I just refer to myself as one?’ I thought to myself as I blushed and hid half way behind my girlfriend. “I thought you didn’t deliver?” Beth asked. “I don’t… usually. But Beatrice told me about this place and what you’re planning for it.” “What exactly did she…” “Oh shush, I’ve known about that kinky stuff you and your sister get into, though I must say she’s a lot freakier than you… but still, I knew about this club or whatever it is for a long time. Anyway, that’s not the important thing, the important thing is the sanctuary you’re creating for us all. I think it’s a wonderful idea, so I decided that this one time I’d deliver to you. Especially when these two little cuties saved us all earlier.” Teles said, smiling at me and Lucy. “Well… thank you!” Beth said on behalf of us all. “There isn’t enough for all your little helpers though, it’s mostly for you three and Beatrice. So you may want to shuffle off with your food before anyone else catches wind!” Teles winked at me, handing over one of the bags to me and the other large bag to Lucy. Thankfully, with my increased strength, it wasn’t heavy at all. “Go on, shuffle off upstairs quickly, find a room on the first floor and grab Bea and we’ll have a little snack, okay little ones?” Mummy said to us, openly in front of Teles, causing me to blush brighter than the sun. Lucy nodded and smiled, before turning to me and nudging me to get going. “...Fank you…” I said from behind my dummy, which was still stuck firmly in my mouth, as was Lucy’s. “You’re very welcome.” Replied Teles, waving at me and smiling. ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Chapter 31: Penthouse Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “I’ll go talk to her, don’t worry. Not looking forward to all those stairs though…” I said, shrugging and sighing. “The elevators are fixed.” Beatrice replied. “Wait… what? When? How?” “About an hour ago. Working as good as new. We have an engineer and a mechanic in the group.” “But how so quickly?” “We aren’t human. We get shit done.” Beatrice laughed. I… really underestimated their ability to fix up this hotel. When Beth was talking about completely fixing and renovating this dump, I was thinking it’d take like half a year, maybe a year, maybe even two! But at the speed they are going… it’ll probably be done in like two days! I guess it helps having a Mu… a Mumm… a girlfriend who can cast freaking magic. “Why did Beth take the stairs then?” “She prefers the stairs.” “I…” Yeah, she was right, Beth would often suggest taking the stairs over the elevators whenever we went anywhere together. I was always a bit too nervous to ask if it’s a fear of them or just a general dislike or whatever, but still… this was a pretty tall building. She’s going to be exhausted by the time she reaches the top. “If you go now, you’ll beat her to the top…” Beatrice nudged me. So I ran over to the elevator and started frantically pressing the button, hoping that somehow the mechanical object would decide to go even faster, knowing my haste. It did not. After what felt like forever, both waiting for it to start and then ascending up the building in this small, dingy metal box, I finally reached the top floor. As the door opened up to reveal a large, barren corridor… The only splash of colour in this dull scene of brown and white was my girlfriend, stomping off towards the only room in the distance. “Beth!” I called out, rushing out of the elevator. “Huh?” She quickly turned around and revealed her very sour face, which quickly turned sweet and smiley as soon as she saw that it was me. “Oh hey baby! What… what are you doing here?” “You wanted to work on the penthouse apartment together, right?” “Yeah I… wait, did my sister suggest you come chase after me?” “I… umm…” “She did.” She sighed. “Look, we’re all concerned.” “All?” “Beatrice and me. And probably Lucy.” “I’m fine. But thank you, I appreciate it.” “You don’t look fine. I haven’t seen you this upset in… well… I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen you this upset.” “I said I’m fine.” She snapped, making me withdraw a bit. “You don’t sound it either…” She took one long sigh, then turned and walked to the door, before opening it and walking in, leaving it open for me… I assume. So I quickly rushed in and closed the door behind me, before turning around to see… ‘Wow…’ This penthouse was huge! Like… as big as the nightclub downstairs! There was a tiled area where a kitchen obviously once stood, there were a few doors off to either side, and the main room had one massive feature that I instantly fell in love with. I stared at the large window that spanned the whole angular, elevated ceiling. Like… this was as big as a wall, kind of like those loft conversions some more middle-class people have, but instead of the angled ceiling with small windows here and there, this was… mostly window. Tiled rectangular panes of glass covered the whole angled part of the ceiling, with a bit of a flat part at the top that was just brickwork. And looking out through the enormous window… was the perfect, most romantic view of the city. “I…” I was speechless. “Surprise…” Beth said in a very snarky, pissed off ‘ta da’ way. “It’s beautiful.” “Isn’t it just?” She sighed. “What’s up?” I asked, trying to steer back to the reason I chased after her. “I said I’m fine.” “You’re clearly not.” Walking over to the window ledge underneath the huge angled glass ceiling, Beth sat down in a huff. “I’ve had dreams of having a place like this for years.” “And now everyone’s taking over and making decisions for you?” I said, walking over and sitting down next to her. “Exactly! It was to be our project, our new home, our sanctuary. But now you’ve got that jerk Aegir designing my nightclub, Hestia is coming over to do all the rooms… I’m stuck with my apartment.” “Our apartment…” I corrected her. That seemed to perk her up a bit. “So…?” “Yeah. I like it. I could see us living here. It’ll be sad to say goodbye to the old house, but not sad to say goodbye to sneaking around, pretending to be housemates and not girlfriends.” I admitted. “It was getting a bit hard to explain how close we were around our neighbours…” She laughed. “Look, we’ll design this ourselves, we’ll create our perfect nursery, and we’ll move in and live happily ever after…” “You say nursery, however… I sense a ‘but’ coming.” She said, sounding worried. I giggled. I shouldn’t have. “Are you seriously laughing at the word ‘but’?” The corner of her mouth raised at the same time as her eyebrow did, all whilst looking at me, unimpressed by my childish humour. “Yeah… you’re a baby, called it.” So I did what came natural… I stuck my tongue out at her. “BUT!” I giggled again. “You need to go down there and show them who’s boss.” “But they’re right, they know how to design…” “I DON’T CARE!” I groaned directly in her face. “You’re lucky I love you, otherwise you’d be right over my knee…” “I’ll have to up my game then…” I grinned up at her, lustfully. “Is that a threat?” She grinned back. “It’s a… promise. But no kinky shit until you’ve gone downstairs and told them what YOU want!” “What about you?” She asked. “This isn’t my dream! I’ll happily work with you to design our apartment and nursery, but you’re the one who wanted this sanctuary for everyone. You’re the one with the dream. I’m happy to throw in my opinions, but you’re the one who should design and plan the rest of the hotel.” “I…” “Look, you’re supposed to be the one who takes charge of this ‘community’ or whatever it is, right? You’re the one organising events, even when you didn’t have a baby of your own at the time. These jerks need to listen to you. You’re the one doing the nice thing for all of them, it’s only right they listen to what you want. So take control! It’s what you do best!” “But… I thought you wanted to get started on this apartment?” She asked. “I do! But this can wait. I… can wait.” “What are you going to do whilst I’m downstairs, telling them all off?” “I’ll try to ‘visualise the space’ or whatever bullshit it is that decorators say.” “Language…” I wasn’t expecting that. And honestly… I don’t think my body was, as I squirmed in my wet nappy. And yes, I was wet. It’s been hours. I have no control anymore. Of course I’m freaking wet. WHEN AM I NOT? “Do you need a change?” She asked. “Are you fucking psychic?” I blurted out. “Strike two…” “Ohhh… So I’ve gotta really up my game to make the most of my last strike?” I grinned at her. “You’re wet.” “Well… yes… but it can wait. I think.” That’s when she reached over and shoved her hand down my dungarees, into my nappy, taking me by complete surprise as I froze there, blushing like a fucking tomato. “I’ll change you when I get back. Time for Mummy to go take charge…” “Atta girl!” I replied, cheering her on. She just looked at me, unimpressed. “Way to go… Mummy?” I corrected myself. “Better. We’ll work on your behaviour when I get back… see if we can’t earn you that third strike…” She grinned at me before quickly getting to her feet, finally removing her hand from my nether regions, and walking off towards our front door. “I’ll hold you to that…” I replied. She just winked at me as she left, leaving me alone in our new… empty… home. And all I could think was… ‘WHY WAS ALL THIS TURNING ME ON SO MUCH?’ Right, so after she left, from what I heard from Lucy and Beatrice much later on… Beth was a proper badass. I actually kinda feel like I missed out on her taking control, but I didn’t want to be a distraction whilst she was taking charge. Or maybe I would’ve helped her be this amazing ‘Mummy’ dominant person thing if I was there. Either way, I regretted staying upstairs. Beth had gone down and asserted dominance, basically telling Aegir to ‘do one’, and Hestia was allowed ‘creative input’ only. This was the Beth I knew. The one I fell in love with. Maybe her, Bea and Lucy were right… maybe I am interested in ‘Mummies’ or ‘dominants’ or whatever they are called. Because as Lucy and Beatrice told me all about what happened, I couldn’t help but think about Beth… asserting her dominance… if you know what I mean. Of course you fucking do. Pervs. But yes, she went down, told them all what she wanted, how she wanted it decorated, what furniture she wanted making, everything. Which meant she was gone a long time, and to be honest… ‘visualising the space’ didn’t take as long as I thought it would. So I waited as long as I could before slowly sneaking back out and heading back towards the elevator, slamming the button for the ground floor so I could go see my girlfriend again. When I reached the bottom, the doors opened and I saw everyone working their arses off. Massive beams of wood being carried by people as if they were made of foam, sparkly lights being cast from people’s hands… it was… organised chaos. And in the centre, like a conductor at an orchestra, was Beth. She was telling people where to move, what to do, what bit needed doing next… she was a freakin pro at this! It was so nice seeing her in her element, taking complete charge and looking so damn confident. Which… again… did not help the squirmy feeling. “Oh hey baby!” She said, upon seeing me, rushing over and pulling me in for a hug. “Thank you so much for the push. Everything’s going perfectly now.” She whispered. “I’m glad! Sorry I came down… I got lonely.” “Oh baby, it’s okay! Do you want to help Mu… me organise things?” “How about… Mummy assigns me something to do? I’ve got the strength, right?” She was taken aback by this. And I think it was more to do with the name than the offer of help. “Are… you sure you want to use that name, sweetie? It’s a big deal.” “I think so. And hey, if it’s not my thing, we just stop, right?” “Of course. So you…?” “Want to try it all, starting now? Yes!” I said. I was sure now. She had been so patient and understanding and sweet. The first three weeks of my undeath were a thing of the past, and I still appreciated her bringing me back in the first place. I don’t know what I’d do without her. She quickly took her hand and shoved it in her pocket, rummaging around before pulling out… a dummy. There was a little hesitance from me, but I took one deep breath and opened my mouth, awaiting the nipple. So Beth didn’t waste her time in shoving the dummy in my mouth, where I quickly wrapped my lips around it and started suckling. “Is that better, baby girl?” She asked in a ridiculously maternal tone, more so than I had ever heard her use… outside of those three weeks I’m choosing to forget. It… it was. It actually was. This all just felt… right now. Like… this was the right thing for both of us. So I nodded and smiled behind the dummy, wrapping my arms around my girlfriend and hugging her tightly. “Fank you, Mummy…” I mumbled. She squeezed me even tighter, which was probably her way of saying she loved me saying that… which made me feel even better about all this. “You’re very welcome. How about you go play with your friend, Lucy? She’s got a fun job in one of the rooms on the first floor, she’s putting furniture together.” “How did you get all the supplies so quickly?” “You keep forgetting, we’re not human. We have the means to finish this whole place in a few days at most, whereas humans would take… months? Maybe more?” “I can help! Will… you be… umm…” “I’ll be up to check on you in a bit, okay sweetie? I promise. Pinky promise.” “Pinky pwomise?” I asked, still sucking on the dummy in my mouth. “They’re sacred. Unbreakable. So go be a good girl and go find Lucy on the first floor and do what she says, okay baby?” “Yes… Mummy…” I smiled up at her as she bent down and kissed my forehead, before turning me around and swatting me on the butt. If I had known all this felt this good… I would’ve tried it out when we first met. Because the warm feeling in my chest and the butterflies in my tummy as I entered the elevator, waving to my… Mummy… as the doors closed… told me that this was only the beginning of something… magical. ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! This is such a huge compliment for me, thank you! 🥰 A lot of my writing and a lot of my humour and everything is inspired by authors like him and Pratchett. Hi! Its been a while! Glad you're still alive and doing well, even if you're not getting much sleep I hope that improves soon! I'm glad you're enjoying the story though and have been able to catch up on it. And yeah I think a lot of us would love that pocket dimension, especially with it being a daycare