Ghost who breaks things off with his sorceress FWB when she starts to catch feelings. She’s vindicative but sworn to do no harm, and in a rage she curses him into a stuffed toy of himself.

True love, as always, will break the curse, and she’s satisfied that Ghost will be miserable for a very, very long time.

Enter you.

The skeleton plush you find at the second hand shop is cute. A little dusty, like it had sat for a while, but soft and stuffed full still, and nothing you can’t clean up.

It’s an impulse buy.

Ghost wants to stew in his anger, but how can he, when a pretty soft thing like you sleeps with him every night?

When you slip between the sheets in your pink pajamas and crush his polyester face to your bare breasts on a bad day?

He thinks there are worse punishments to bear. He just wishes he could fuck you happy, take the nipple shoving into his face between his teeth until you writhe and beg him to touch you, troubles forgotten.

Watching you cry is the worst, when he can’t move, and he can see that you’re lonely and need someone to lean on.

He wants to wrap his arms around you and shelter you from the storm.

He stops thinking quite so much about how good sex with you would be, and starts thinking about how he’d like to take care of you.

He’ll never be loved like this, not the way the sorceress meant when she’d cast the curse, and it’s not fair, but he slowly falls for you anyway, spends his days while you’re away fantasizing about how he could make you happy, the life you two could have.

Jokes on him, though, and his ex. There’s no purer love than that between a girl and her comfort plush.

Your end of the bargain was sealed months ago.

When he finally crosses that last hurdle one night, he’s sitting propped between your legs listening to you sniffle over a romcom. He admits at last to himself he’s fallen for you, and the curse snaps.

And suddenly there’s a full grown man in your lap.

This is going to take some explaining.

We’re dreaming big - prologue here