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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Hi! Love your work, could I have a request if they are open, if not don’t worry.

Could you do a mediaeval Natasha story where they’re both in an arranged marriage and meet after a year of sending letters while they waited for (whoever the younger one is) to turn 18 so they could marry and rule over one of the kingdoms. They send portraits of one another before the meeting then when they meet they actually like each other since they’ve been talking over letter and share similar interests. Like y/n is also a knight and the only woman to do so in her whole kingdom because her father approved in her wanting to follow in his footsteps. Natasha wasn’t allowed so on their first meeting they sneak away from the boring wedding planning and go out on y/n’s horse and to her favourite spot outside the kingdom and y/n teaches Nat how to use a sword and how to fight, she trips and y/n catches her then they have their first kiss✨✨

Paper Love

Pairing: Princess! Natasha Romanoff x Knight! Reader

Summary: Falling for a princess was never the in your plans…

Translation: My peerless paramour (my sweetheart), hale be thou (be healthy), Beauteous (beautiful), My sweeting (my sweet one),

AC: I hope you don’t mind I made Nat a princess! This was something very different for me to write so I hope you enjoy this! Please forgive my poor attempt to make this feel as medieval as possible lmao.

"My peerless paramour, I awaiten for thee moment I see your beauteous self. I long to see your smile in person. I keep your portrait with me always.

Hale be thou, my peerless paramour.

~ Y/n of Zeus"

The princess smiled at your short but sweet letter, oh how she was excited to finally meet the one person who understood her the most. The one to make her smile and forget about her husband who cared no more for her. You were to marry the great Arthur of Maelstrom, a Kingdom that was a 9-day horseback ride from Zeus. Your father, the King was excited to throw the Kingdom the celebration that his youngest child was to wed. To say he had a soft spot for you was an understatement. When you said you wanted to be a Knight and follow in your father's footsteps before becoming King, your mother forbidden the dream and demanded you acted like a lady as that was what you were, a lady.

But your father somehow, without your understanding was able to convince your mother that in his Kingdom his children were to be as they wished. He didn't think you'd become a well skilled Knight like himself for you were a lady and it was very unusual for a lady to be doing activates that only men did. "See me in my chambers after breakfast my sweeting for I have a gift for you" your father nodded as you took your seat at the large dining table for breakfast.

The princess of Aksumite was said to be the most beautiful princess anybody had laid eyes on, and you longed to know her. Sending her a letter over a year ago, not expecting to hear a reply, you soon found the both of you had more in common than you could imagine. She too wanted to be a Knight, but her father would never allow it and she would follow in the footsteps of the Queen, her mother. Letters were sent back and forth once a week, keeping them as short and sweet as possible when your love started to bloom through the paper of words. If anybody found out about this affair, it was certain that the two of you would pay the price in death for such sinful love.

"Are you ready, Princess?" The voice of her husband made the hairs on the back of her neck stand tall, "Yes, my love. We shall aboard the carriage" she smiled with warmth before she followed closely behind him out to the main gates of the Kingdom. She wore her best dress and her golden hair styled to perfection; she was sure to make the best impression for when she laid eyes on you for the first time.

As requested, you met your father in his chambers. He welcomed you with a smile as he sipped his drink. "My child, my youngest" he turned to you, "Today you will be the one to take over the Kingdom" he spoke to your shock. "Don't look at me like that. Your sister has her own duties within her Kingdom. All this was meant to be yours. Arthur as agreed to move into the castle after the wedding, here you will raise your children to be next in line for the title" he explains more as his words run wildly through your mind.

"B-but father – "

"You will do this my child. You will be wed and live out your days here" he cut you off earning himself a light nod from yourself. It was never of any use to fight with him. "Now, I want to give you something very important to me. I trust you will look after it" he says before walking towards his weapon rack. Even as a child, you always admired the weapons he kept on display in his chambers, never being allowed to touch them almost drove you insane. He gently grabs one of his swords and turns to face you.

"This was given to me by my father, and I want you to have it. You have proven to be a great Knight my sweeting" he smiles softly as you take the sword from his hands with pride. "T-thank you father! I will cherish this as if it is my child" you can't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "You have made me very proud; I hope when the time comes you can pass this down to your son" he sips his drink once more, "now, we must get ready. Your soon to be husband is set to arrive shortly"

--2 days later--

The party was to be expected, a great turn out. Kings and Queens, Princesses and Princes from other Kingdoms coming together to celebrate the news of your wedding which is to be held in 4 days' time. Your eyes scanned the room for the Princess whose portrait followed you everywhere since the day it arrived, a small travel sized painting of the princess you longed to meet.

"You look lost" a voice made your heart race as you slowly turned to face the woman with green eyes and long golden hair, "Princess" you smiled softly, "you are more beauteous than I could ever image" you added making the young girl blush instantly. "We must not do this here" she mumbled as a guest walked by you both. "You have come alone?" You asked to keep from anybody over hearing. "No, I have come with my parents, sister and the man I am to wed" she replied, her eyes dropping at the mention of her soon to be husband. "You must be thirsty after such a ride, can I get you something to drink?" You asked, the princess nodded with a smile you could look at forever.

"Follow me, stay close" you returned the smile before leading her out of the party. "Where are you taking me?" She chuckled lightly, "I want to take you somewhere, a short horse ride, I will have you back before anybody notices our absence" you replied as you approached the stable. Your father's sword sat peacefully on your hip as you got up on your horse before lending the lady a helping hand. There was little conversation as you rode to your favorite place to be in peace, a short ride down the stream of the river and up the hillside to a large tree that's branches hung low to provide privacy.

"My lady" you smiled as you held your hand out to help her off the back of your horse, "please, call me Natasha" she replied as she got back on her feet. "Well, Natasha. It's finally nice to know the name that belongs to a beautiful soul", the woman blushed once more, "you are too kind. I have waited so long to meet you, to see you for myself. You are beautiful, I have never seen anybody like it" she smiled as she walked slowly besides you. Your cheeks beamed with a redness only she could give. "Is it true that your father allows you to be a Knight?" She asked.

"Yes. He is not long other Kings. He does not have a son, nobody to hand his wisdom too and I for one, do not like dressing up in big dresses as you are"

"I wish my father would listen to me, just once. I wish to know the secrets of a swords, the stories of a Knight and the adventures it takes. I don't like being locked up in a castle all the time, I want to see the land, the people!" She went on as you both came to a stop by a log, sitting beside one another for the first time.

"I could take you" you said without thinking, "Oh, don't be silly" Natasha giggled, "how could you ever take me on an adventure outside of my Kingdom? That would most certainly turn the heads of others" she added.

"Maybe so but you would enjoy it. It is beautiful, the things you see. The wild, the fresh air, the night sky"

"It all sounds beautiful but I'm to be a queen and nothing more"

"You are wrong. You are much more than a queen. To me….I would take you with me, if we could"

"But we cannot." Her tone shifted and her eyes fell to her hands in her lap as a silence grew between the both of you. "Have you ever used a sword before? You talk in one of your letters that you wanted to be a Knight" You asked to break the silence. Natasha looked up at you and shook her head lightly, "I have held one before as my father got off his horse, but I have never used one" she replied. Looking into her eyes, you slowly stood from the log and pulled out your father's sword and handed it to her. "Let me teach you" you smiled.

Natasha smiled softly and took the sword with your hand still around the handle as she rose from the log. You walked behind her and gently wrapped your free arm around her waist, "Stand with your left foot ahead of your right" you spoke as you held her into position, both her hands gripping the weapon tightly. "There are little angles of attack, I only know of 8 but my father knows many more. "Show me?" Natasha whispered as she watched your hands move on top of hers. "Move straight down from the top" you said as you showed her each of the attacks you knew of.

"Like this?" Natasha asked with a smile as she practiced the moves you just showed her while you took a step back, "that's right!" You smiled. You found a tough stick to use to let her put her new skills to use, "Oh no! what if I hurt you?" She stopped once she saw the stick in your hand. "It's okay, you won't" you assured her, "I want to show you how to defend yourself. Attack me" you coached her. She was hesitant at first but eventually came at you with some of the moves you taught her. You blocked each one, using the stick to playfully fight back as she giggled nervously. "You're becoming a natural" you smiled.

"Well I know the greatest Knight" Natasha smiled as she took a few steps closer to you. Not watching where she was walking, she tripped over a few twigs. Acting faster than you have ever done before, you dropped your stick weapon and caught the princess before her dress could be ruined in the dirty. "I'm so sorry!" She looked up at you with rosey cheeks, you looked into her eyes, holding her in your arms as she tried to hide her nervous smile. "You're beautiful my princess" you spoke in an almost whisper as you brushed the loose hairs from her face, "so beautiful" you added.

Slowly, you lean forward and press your lips gently on hers. Any feeling of the kiss being deemed as wrong or sinful never crossed your mind as she gripped your arms and kissed you back with love. The fluttering feeling in your stomach bursted with butterflies as the kids got deeper and longer, only stopping before the two of you suffocated. Natasha smiled softly before running her tongue over her lips as she looked into your eyes, "do you kiss every princess like that?" She asked.

"I…I've never k-kissed a woman before let alone a princess, I am sorry…I wasn't thinking" you replied in a panic as you helped the princess back on her feet. Natasha chuckled slightly before cupping your face, "kiss me again" she spoke softly. Without being asked twice you crashed your lips on hers again, pulling her closer into your body. It was wrong. It was full of sin but it was beautiful and felt so right. You never wanted to let the princess go.

"I do not wish to wed a man….not when my feelings for you are so strong" you said after breaking the second kiss. "Then we meet here once a week at sunset" Natasha suggested but it was too far of a ride on her behalf. "No" you shook your head, letting her out of your hold, "I will come to you, if that is what you wish" you added.

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From that night onwards, once a week, you would sneak out and meet the princess nearby her Kingdom and lay under the stars with her in your arms, kissing her whenever you pleased, hearing about her day, teaching her more about defending herself and how to use a sword. She loved every second with you, even though you both knew that it was wrong.

She'd always be your princess and you'd always be her knight.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfiction

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theloveinc · 8 months

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i’m sorry if this is overdone but i just need to be alpha!kiri’s housewife!omega, I need tender cuddling while we sleep.. heavy.. heavy amounts of scenting.. to the point where u have to stop for a bit bc ur perfume is being blocked out by his natural scent of sandalwood n vanilla..

I need him to come home to our house filled with the sound of our rowdy-ass children’s laughter.. to the sight of me in the kitchen.. and for him to feel oh so fulfilled..

Need him to want to cover me in his sweat.. to push him away and send him to the bath with the sternest stare a lil tiny n chubby omega like me can give.. not before kissing his forehead n letting him get one sweaty hug in.

Need him to scarf down the massive meals i make for our family.. making sure our youngest eats their veggies and resolving any bickering between siblings..

need him to hold doors open for me.. to keep me safe from creeps while he takes me on a weekend shopping trip..

need him to fuck me in the changing room.. to give me drooling kisses and tight grips on my belly <3

Precious housewife omega🥺🥺🥺 MAKES me think that once an alpha gets a good one, they'll do anything to make them stay and keep them safe from others trying to court them... and for Kiri, the habits all just stuck.

He's so territorial but also sooooo gentle and sweet, you wouldn't know it you didn't see it (and for betas, it's even harder to detect), but rubbing you with his nasty, sweaty goodness is like... thee mark of having it all. I feel like even just being around you kinda makes him reek to other people because he's so !!!!!!!!! about seeing you and being around you and making it known to everyone that you're his.

(it's really funny because it annoys other alphas beyond belief and makes them jealous but also very frustrating because you've had omegas coming up to u both on your shopping trips or wherever to see if he's not mated... bark bark woof hiss LMFAOOOO.)

and the pups that you have, too🥺🥺🥺 i feel like you guys have two regular-sized litters who are just like their daddy and then one baby who comes out alone... hence why they're so picky abt everything LOL. definitely bakugo's favorite niecphew bc they for sure have a 'tude with everyone in the house (despite their size, everyone says they must've eaten the other pups in the litter in the womb LOOOL).

BUT YEAH. you definitely go through two loafs of french bread a night w/ kiri and his spawn in your house LOL. even the toughest, most desperate alphas fall at your feet when they learn what a big 'n protective family you have🥺

#kirishima #crying at the thought of a little like... 22 year old omega peeking from around the corner at u and kiri at the market #bc his scent is so strong they're like.... gotta investigate #i'd def be jealous but also like. yeah. thats my man. get your own (except in a nice way LOL)#and all his coworkers being like 'DUDE PLEASE STOP SMELLING LIKE THAT'#and he's like '🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺can't help in i do it in my sleep bc we share the same bed'#like skdfjaskdjfolrksidilfjaisekjfakeik bruh #anyway #kiri having a littlest child always makes me emo #i hope this was okay!!!#a/b/o tw #caitie things #gen #kids tw

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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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Juliet To Your Juliet | Sarah Sanderson x Fem!Reader

This one counts for my spooky season special also ;)

Okay, this account is officially a multifandom account, guys, sorry hahahahaha

So I was watching Hocus Pocus yesterday and I immediately fell in love with Sarah. That's when that old quest started to look for imagines around here to be able to read, and I realized that we have few stories with her.

So I thought: well, since my profile is full of aloto imagines, and my followers probably can't take it anymore, I think it might be nice to try out a new character. And since all the characters that I start to like out of nowhere always get imagines, it wouldn't be different with Sarah, right?

Here it is, a super cute (and kind of sad) imagine with the best of the Sanderson sisters (and that's not open for debate).

Enjoy!

Got any request? Send me an ask!

Prompt: What price to pay when you fall in love with an immortal witch?

* * *

Sarah knew it would be impossible for such a thing, but she believed in the destination and wanted it to take care of the situation. She believed that after 300 years, her corrupted soul still had salvation. And salvation inevitably would be falling in love with someone like you.

Someone human, someone who had a pure and beating heart, someone who smelled of kindness. That alone could be able to change the heart of a witch created to be the monster she was.

But Sarah knew that, as much as she tried, loving you was impossible for numerous factors: she was bad, you were good. She was immortal, you could get older. She couldn't get out in the sun, you could burn your skin.

And especially, her sisters would never approve such a love. Also, you were at the moment their main prey.

At night, Sarah was going to be a witch again, riding her broom and went out singing in search of children to be young, and when her sisters were distracted enough with those small little creatures, following them mesmerized, she took the opportunity to turn around and watch you sleeping at home, in the tranquility of being a deadly person and no problem. That made Sarah sad because she knew that at some point in your life, the days of you would be told.

* * *

"I already hath decided on," Winnie said on a troubled night at the Sanderson sisters' house. “today shall beest the day at which hour we shall becometh imm'rtal and quite quaint, mine own sist'rs!” She walked around, watching the spell book with caution. "let's wend out f'r hunting, and alloweth's wend backeth with one of Salem's most quite quaint girls!"

Sarah was listening to everything with a pertinent animation, because she loved to go out with her sisters to hunt, loved to sing and bewritten the children. But as soon as Winnie mentioned the most beautiful girl, her expression changed, from radiant, to surprise.

She knew this day would come, she just didn't knew it would be anytime soon.

“Sarah, what is wrong? Aren't thee coming?”Mary asked, her dog-painted eyes and the keen bearing to see if she could smell a problem with her sister. She was grabbing her broom, while Winnie was already outside. But Sarah remained stopped, petrified.

"Thee wend," she said in a sad whisper.

"Ah, please!" Winnie returned to the house, holding Sarah by the arm abruptly. "we needeth thee and thy voice, sarah, what is this bullshit?"

She swallowed hard. "You’ll did hurt h'r, wonneth't thee?"

“It's for her good and for our good, my sister!” The oldest shouted, exultant. "Let's look beautiful and young for all eternity!"

Sarah sighed.

Winnie gave her no choice. She needed to go, or would dishonor her sisters. Sarah set up in her broom and gave boost so that she fly over the sky. With the characteristic cry of Winnie, she began to chant the usual song, smelling the children approaching. And she passed the window where you were standing, awake.

Sarah despaired, but she knew she couldn't stop singing. She thought of landing at your bedroom window and closing the window, just so that her voice stopped and stuffy, so you wouldn't fall into the spell. But it was too risky, you didn't even know each other yet. And it was inevitable, you needed to fall into the Sanderson sisters' spell, or the plan would fail.

A few seconds later, you were flying over the bedroom, your feet landing on the floor and walking out of the house. Sarah waited until you arrived outside to go down the broom and grasp you abruptly. She held you in her arms and smelled the life of you, the smell of good feelings, regretting what she would do.

“I won't let them hurt tee,” she whispered, holding you, taking the words while you were hypnotized. "Never," she promised, giving one more impulse and loosening the touch to her body, not to hurt you.

* * *

When you first opened your eyes, you were tied in a chair. You tried to move your body to prove that you couldn't get out and widened your eyes when you saw the scenario ahead of you. It was the house of sisters Sanderson, the most famous witches in Salem.

The smell of smoke flooded your nose and made you even more confused, and the will you had to scream was present when three ugly sisters approached, with even uglier and horrifying smiles.

One of them, the tall blonde, looked at you with a little more affection.

“Is the lucky rat tail there?” The redhead witch, Winnie, asked her high blonde sister Sarah. "because thee shall needeth that gent..." and a harmful laugh has invaded your ears. "Now, my dear, what is your lovely name?"

"(Y\N) ..." you replied, stuttering. “Will you let me get out of here? I thought you just wanted to get children, not adults like you! ”

Winnie gave one more giggle. “Yeah, we prefer, you know? It has a better taste. But this is a special occasion, my dear.” She turned to Sarah. "Please, my dear Sarah, do the honors... you suck her life and beauty first."

"What?" You and Sarah said in unison. Mary laughed, although it seems a little scared than Winnie. “You can't do that!” You defended yourself. "Spear my life, I promise I won't be intruding with you anymore, I swear for my life!"

"Sarah, now!" Winnie shouted.

She knelt in front of you, a sad look adorning her expression, and then squeezed your cheeks with both hands, closing her eyes.

She pouted her lips, ready to suck your life.

You closed your eyes too, ready to accept your fate.

And then suddenly Sarah buried her head on your legs, sobbing.

"I can't do that ..." she whispered, more to herself than for the sisters. "I ..." Sarah looked up, staring at you and still holding your cheeks. "I would rather die than let thee go ..."

"What are you doing, Sarah?" Winnie shouted. "Take her life!"

"No!" Sarah shouted, and purple rays traveled to Sanderson's house, destroying the nearest objects. "I love her! I'm in love with (Y\N), and I won't bear to lose her.”

Your eyes widened. A witch? In love with you?

"I can't kill her, sisters, I'm sorry." When you least waited, Sarah left the house, and you fought against the more loose strings thanks to the radius of the blonde witch, freeing yourself and going after her. "Go back, (Y\N), please get back, or they will kill me too."

“Then we'll die both together,” you said, suddenly holding her hand. You didn't know why you were doing it, but you could feel that something was pulsing in your heart by Sarah Sanderson. Always pulsed.

"Don't do that, please ..." she asked, and turning to you, took your lips in an unexpected kiss. A few countless seconds later, she broke the kiss. “Please don't get things worse for me. Run. Run away and never return to Salem. Find a way to disappear. ”

"Are you coming with me?" You whispered. "If I escape, will you run away too?"

"The sun will rise..." Sarah whispered, absorbed. “Our love is impossible, (Y\N), and I wouldn't want to turn your life into a mistake because of me. Escape. Escape from Salem, and I promise that if I have a second chance, I shall find thee again. Even if thee get older and get white hair, I shall find thee and make thee know that I don't give up on us. ”

She kissed you once more. "I shall loveth thee f'r all et'rnity, (Y\N). " she promised, and then let you go.

* * *

Twenty-nine years had passed since the last appearance of sisters Sanderson in Salem. And of course time had passed to you too. You never heard of Sarah again, but she tried to change her life and settle away from Salem, as she had asked you.

That gave you huge treasures. Including your daughter, Becca.

And now, you were back, in the middle of Halloween, and she had gotten real friends to be able to live in the new city. You were happy for her, but you couldn't stop suffering from the memories that went and came because of that city.

"Mom?" Becca called suddenly surprising you. "We have guests."

"Of course, honey ..." you exclaimed, smiling. "Come in! I'm in the living room! ”

Becca came in, as you had asked, and you didn't even have the job of turning your head to face those who followed it. I thought it was the two friends who always walked with her.

"Mom, you won't believe it!" Your daughter said, looking excited. And then you turned, staring at the sisters' curious looks for the first time after twenty-nine years. "We light the candle!"

Sarah returned her eyes, shocked, and let a smile escape her lips when she recognized you. She didn't seem disturbed, not even hurt by all that. She was only happy, because after years of suffering, she had finally fulfilled her promise and found you.

She had found a way to find you, as she promised she would do.

#hocus pocus #hocus pocus x reader #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x reader #lgbt #romance #oneshot #imagine #i love sarah i'm obsessed with her #i was trying to do an archaic dialogue but i'm not to good #please request more imagines #sarah jessica parker #disney

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years

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(Early In The Morning) Our Song Shall Rise To Thee

Father Paul helps you start your day off right. Requested by anonymous. Takes place directly after No Need To Make A Wish. I hope you enjoy!

NSFW - GO AWAY CHILDREN

TW: explicit sexual themes, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, consensual unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

(Early In The Morning) Our Song Shall Rise To Thee - 3.7K

It had been a quiet morning, save for the raindrops which were still steadily drumming against the roof of your house. You yawned quietly and looked around. You were lying in your bed, feeling well rested and comfortable. The clock on your bedside table read a quarter past eight o’clock and there was warmth behind you and arms wrapped around your body. Long legs were linked with your own beneath the blankets and soft puffs of hot air touched your neck steadily. You smiled, always so absolutely happy to find yourself in the embrace of your lover.

Father Paul was sleeping soundly, his body pushed into and wrapped around your own, the heat of his skin comforting you and the scent of his body which was so entirely unique to only him sending you into a bliss. Careful not to wake him, you turned in his arms to be able to look at him. You thought he looked otherworldly, his perfect lips were slightly parted and his pretty face was calm and relaxed, utterly at peace. Slow and gentle, you traced his features with the tip of your finger and then combed through his wavy hair, spread around his head on the pillow like a dark halo. You unconsciously took a hold of the necklace he gave you and held it closer to your heart.

Then you got an idea. You grinned devilishly and very very slowly pushed at his shoulder to get him to lie down on his back. The action did not wake him, but he made an unhappy little noise at the loss of contact. Soon enough though, you caressed his face again, your hands travelling over his cheeks and into his hair. You leaned down then and pushed a featherly kiss onto his mouth, barely brushing your lips against his own and continued on to press languid open mouthed kisses and little nips at his throat. Paul was still sleeping, save for one part of his anatomy, which was now becoming very interested in your actions.

You looked down to see the blankets beginning to tent where the priest’s crotch was and carried on with your ministrations on his neck, still very slow, wanting to see what all you could do before Paul woke up. You let one of your hands travel down, over his chest to play with his dark pink nipples until they became hard nubs. Your lover was beginning to make noises, quiet soft gasps and grunts, so quiet you more felt them going through his neck than actually heard them. Your hand went even lower, finally finding its goal. His manhood was fully erect now, pushing the blankets up obscenely, and Paul gave a choked gasp, this time louder.

Still he slept on, even as you stroked unhurriedly and gently now, pumping his shaft and dragging your thumb over the mushroom-like head. Finally, you took your hand away and gave him one more look. His face was slightly contorted now and he was breathing harder. Beads of sweat had started to gather at his hairline and one of his hands was loosely closed around the pillow under his head. You smiled and ducked under the covers, going down his body. His musky scent invaded your nostrils as you got to your prize and made your mouth water. Grabbing his shaft again with one hand, you lowered yourself until your lips made contact with his tip. You then stretched them around it, minding your teeth and began to suck.

The blankets muffled the sound a bit, but you still heard his breath hitch as he released a slight moan and his cock throbbed in your mouth, releasing a little droplet of pre-come onto your tongue. You rolled the taste of him in your mouth, swiping at his head in the process and making him produce more of those beautiful sounds and release more of the bittersweet liquid. His body started moving a bit more. He was finally waking up. You would have grinned again, if your mouth wasn’t full of priest cock and was about to get even fuller. You uncovered your teeth a tiniest little bit and quickly took all of him into your mouth, the walls of it enveloping him tightly and your teeth scraping him very softly in the process. “Oh god, fuck !” came a sudden cry and all at once the blanket was lifted and tossed somewhere out of your field of vision.

You went crossed-eyed to look at his face and giggled with him still in your mouth, sending vibrations that made his entire body jerk. He looked bewildered and there was a deep red blush on his face. You sucked on him for a little longer, his pubic hair tickling your nose, before you pulled up and released him with a pop . “Good morning, love,” you said, your voice sweet and innocent, and you rested your head on your hand, your elbow on one of his thighs, “I’m so sorry I woke you. I was feeling a bit hungry, you know…” His cheeks got even more red upon your words and he didn’t trust his own voice. “May I continue, pretty please? May I make you feel good?” you asked, in your best pleading voice. “Y-yes. P-please,” he replied shakily, his entire face overcome with lust. Despite everything you’ve done together, he was still a little bit shy sometimes, and he was especially shy when you performed this particular act on him.

You happily lunged right back and swallowed him in a single stroke again, making the poor man moan loudly, his toes curling and his hands gripping the sheets around him so hard his knuckles went white. You slowed down then, wanting to take your time. You played with him, switching between bobbing your head slowly, licking up and down his cock and pumping him with your hand while sucking on his tip. He was becoming a mess beneath you, his voice raising an octave higher each time you used your teeth a little, or when you thrusted your tongue against his slit. One of your hands moved to gently knead at his bollocks as you picked up your pace again. Your thighs quivered slightly, and you felt wetness leaving your sex. Just making him feel this good and hearing his sounds made your blood feel on fire and flow downwards.

"Oh dear god!" He moaned loudly again when one of your fingers pushed against his perineum, "I'm so close, angel , I'm so close!" You could feel he truly was, his organ was throbbing in your mouth and the pre-come was now flowing consistently into your throat. His voice was becoming broken and you quickly took all of him in again and stopped moving. When he calmed down a bit, you tapped at his chest, making him look at you with unfocused eyes. You raised your hands and extended them to him. He looked confused but put his hands into yours, and you moved them to your head making them grab it on each side. Then you put your own on his hips and winked at him. It didn't take him long to understand what you wanted at all.

He held your head in his hands and thrusted up experimentally, cursing in pleasure right away. He did it again and again, until he found a rhythm. Now he was grounding himself into your mouth, fucking your throat even, and you just held on and took it gratefully. As he got closer and closer to his peak and his thrusts became irregular, you once more put your finger against that little spot and he released a series of short, desperate, broken moans, the last one nearly a sob, and hot liquid spurted into your throat. You swallowed rapidly, trying to push down your gag reflex, tears actually forming in your eyes. Your sight was therefore a little bleary, yet you still watched transfixed as Father Paul's muscles spasmed and his face contorted beautifully.

His hold of your head was becoming weaker and weaker and then his hands dropped entirely. With him still in your mouth, you felt his wild heartbeat in the softening organ and he was breathing hard. You cleaned him with your tongue, making him whimper with oversensitivity, and then released him. Moving up, you lied down half on your side, half on your back next to him, and proceeded to pull his recovering body close and a little over you, settling his head above your breast and embracing him tenderly as he came down from his high. "Quite the alarm clock, huh?" you asked cheekily, and got rewarded with a light slap to your bum. “Frankly, I wasn't sure if you wanted to wake me or kill me," said Paul, his voice dripping with pleasure still. You giggled and let one of your hands comb through his damp hair: "Well, some people do call it la petite mort ." "Mhm, accurate."

You stayed like this for quite some time, holding each other and unhurriedly caressing each other's bodies. The priest then moved up a bit and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, then the tip of your nose and finally your lips. At first it was just gentle brushing of lips, nearly chaste, but filled to the brink with love nonetheless. Paul slowly started growing bolder and his kisses became more insistent, until he started thrusting his tongue into your mouth, tasting his release on your own tongue. His touches grew in intensity too and soon his large lean hands found your breasts. He weighed them first, then moved his fingers to your nipples, rubbing them and occasionally pinching them, which made you gasp into his mouth. He moved to bite at your earlobe, then under your ear, expertly finding the spot that made blood rush between your thighs.

Speaking of the area between your thighs, that's exactly where one of his hands was currently moving, over your ribs, your stomach, soon reaching its prize. When you felt his fingers slide between your slick folds, you instinctively closed your legs, trapping his hand. He didn't complain and instead dipped his head down to close his lips around the deserted nipple, continuing the attack on the other one with his free hand. He spread your wetness all over your aching sex, before locating your swollen nub which he started massaging slowly. You sighed in relief and buried your fingers in his hair again, combing it back from his face. He seemed in absolutely no hurry, slowly toying with you, building up your pleasure gradually.

He alternated in pressure on your lovebud, in movement and speed, gently setting the burning coil within you and only then, when you were putty in his hands did he actually push two of his fingers into you. He scissored them a bit, stretching your walls, all the while running his thumb over and around your clit. His mouth returned to yours and he hungrily swallowed your gasps and moans, which were increasing in volume and rhythm. He pulled back and looked into your eyes, suddenly thrusting his fingers in at the angle he knew made you see stars. Your heat quivered around them and the coil burned brighter, making your muscles tense. He did it again and again, and you threw your head back and gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. It was an amazing sort of torture, you were so close to the edge. "Look at me," he said, voice low. With some difficulty you did, and he held your gaze and sped up, ramming his fingers into you. He smiled and lowered his head again, this time to press a single kiss to the angel's wing and you fell into the abyss, his name on your lips.

He connected his mouth with yours again, but didn't stop moving his fingers within you. Though he did slow down considerably, so you were able to calm down a bit. His kisses were short and sweet, knowing you needed to catch your breath. You rested and ran your hands over every part of his body you could reach and Father Paul slowly worked you through it, now only gently fondling your sensitive nub so as to not overstimulate you and get you ready for another round. He lied down next to you and helped turn you, so both of you were on your side, facing each other. He pulled his fingers out of your sex and brought them to his mouth, wolfing down your juices and moaning at your taste. "Do you know how sweet you are?" he asked before kissing you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth, so you could taste yourself on it.

Pulling one of your legs over his hip then, and moving impossibly close, he lined himself up with your relaxed, loose entrance and slowly pushed in. Your mouths parted from one another, so both of you could breath a happy sigh. He fit so perfectly within you, like he was made for you and you only. You rested your forehead against his while he waited for you to get used to the fullness. His hard work had paid off and you were comfortable and ready in no time. Nodding your head and smiling at him, your leg tightened around his hip for some sort of leverage and he did the same. You started moving together slowly, small, shallow thrusts just to find an angle that suited both of you. All the while his hands stroked little patterns along your waist and back and your fingers found their way into his hair again. You loved playing with his hair. You learned fairly early on that his scalp was rather sensitive, so when you gripped a few strands and pulled to bare his neck, he gasped and whimpered, obediently tilting his head back. Your mouth descended upon his throat, leaving little bites, strong enough to bring pleasure, but not leave any marks which would be hard to explain.

His hips bucked into yours at the right angle and it was your turn to gasp. Your hold of his hair tightened and you bit a tad harder, right at his collarbone. He continued thrusting this way, with you meeting him halfway for every move. You moved rather leisurely still, not in a rush, just enjoying the feel of each other’s body, climbing up the hill of pleasure hand in hand. You deeply enjoyed the way his breath hitched when you squeezed around him, when you grabbed his hip with your leg strongly, so you could ground into him. His pubic bone and hair was rubbing against your lovebud in a delicious way and the tip of his cock kept bumping into that little bundle of nerves within. Your skin felt so hot, like you were on fire and your bodies slid against each other easily, damp with sweat.

His fingers stopped drawing patterns on your back and Paul instead curled his arms around your waist, holding on for dear life while you brought bliss to both of you. Once more you connected your mouths and bit at his upper lip before engaging your tongues in a slow dance, increasing the speed of your thrusts slightly. You felt yourself get close, little by little, and pushed on his shoulder to get him on his back again. He slid out of your aching hole momentarily as you climbed above him and straddled his hips. With one hand you guided him back into you again and let your hips fall, impaling yourself on his manhood. Your other hand was flat on his chest, supporting your weight.

You began moving, rolling your hips against him and tipping your head back in pleasure. He watched you, transfixed by your beauty, your breasts bouncing with every move, your face blushing, your mouth opening with sounds of lust. Paul loved seeing you take your pleasure while granting him his. His shaft got even harder inside of you, as he too started to feel his stomach tensing with an upcoming release. He shifted and bent his legs at the knees, his upper body rising from the bed with a bit of difficulty. Finally he tucked his lower legs under his thighs and dug his toes into the mattress for leverage, so he was able to thrust up and into you better. His arms once more curled around your torso. Your movements sped up and more sounds came from both of you. You clawed at his back again, leaving little red crescent moon marks on his smooth skin and he too gripped you tightly, his strong limbs nearly crushing you, keeping you so safe and happy. You tilted your hips slightly backwards, to get some more friction on your little nub.

Your lips were parted now and you were breathing hard, releasing moans and whimpers of rapture. You struggled to keep your eyes open, your gaze glazed with lust and adoration, but you had to watch your lover. He looked exactly like you felt. Happy, blissful, full of love… Painfully aroused. His wavy hair was bouncing with his movements and his dark intense eyes were nearly black and fluttering. You started pressing wet, sloppy open-mouthed kisses all over his swollen red lips, feeling a drop of saliva rolling down your own. Father Paul felt you getting close, your walls twitching around him and your thighs starting to quiver, and let one of his hands drop down between the tight flush of your bodies, stimulating your swollen clit again and beginning to thrust harder and faster.

You were a mewling mess, no longer capable of keeping up with the kiss, your mouths were merely draggin wetly against each other. Your bedroom was filled with the smell of sex and obscene slapping sounds of skin on skin. You felt hotness everywhere at once, settling heavily inside your head, your limbs, but most of all within your aching cunt, making you dizzy and light-headed. And then suddenly a cold shiver ran all across your spine, and like a lightning bolt it connected with your core and made it explode. Your eyes rolled up and into your head and you produced a long broken moan, as your insides began clenching and unclenching around the hard leaking member so deep inside of you, and your release flowed down its sides.

Seeing you come undone so wonderfully pushed Paul impossibly close and made his blood boil within his veins, and he grabbed your hips forcefully, continuing to impale you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes fluttered close and you leaned your forehead against his own, letting him chase his own peak, fucking into you hard. His hips stuttered then, and then again, and instinctively he dipped his head and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, groaning loud into your skin as he came. Hot ropes of seed shot up into you, mixing with your release and dripping down and out of your opening. The priest rode out his orgasm, tasting iron on his tongue as his teeth punctured your skin lightly. After a while, he felt his tightened muscles slacken and he fell back onto the bed, pulling you down with him, but keeping your bodies connected.

Your breathing was laboured, but you felt very happy and absolutely satisfied. You smiled lazily, your face hidden in the crook of his neck. His fingers once more painted invisible art over your back as the heavenly afterglow started setting in. “I’m sorry,” Father Paul whispered after a while. You forced your eyes open and supported your upper body on unstable arms so you could look at him confusedly: “Hm? Whatever for?” One large lean hand gently touched your shoulder and you hissed at the stinging sensation. Looking to the side, there was an angry red imprint of teeth there and the skin was even shallowly pierced in a few places. You saw blood only glistening there, not actually running out, but his careful touch was enough for you to feel the sting. You chuckled tiredly. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you said, kissing his lips, this time slowly and tenderly.

You made a face when his now soft organ actually slipped out of you, and you went to get up. “W-where are you going?” asked Father Paul, his voice back to normal. “I just need to freshen up a tad. I want to stick with you forever, not to you,” you giggled and stumbled into your bathroom on shaky legs to clean up the mess at least a little bit, more than ready to return to your priest and bed right away. When you returned, you marvelled at the sight; Paul was lying down on his back, bare and looking ravished, one hand on his stomach, the other on a pillow above his head. He looked like Adonis, beautiful and elegant, nearly regal in his appearance. His eyes immediately caught yours and his smile could power an entire city. The sun which wouldn’t tear through the dark rain clouds in the sky was right here, resting on your bed. Without another word, you climbed after him, eager to be warmed, to feel the rays of your own sunshine on your skin. You cuddled close to him and let him enfold you. He kept you safe. He kept you loved.

You felt lazy, being so wonderfully tired from your activity. You wouldn’t really mind staying like this the entire day… But then - rumble - your stomach growled and you groaned quietly. Father Paul chuckled audibly: “You did mention you were hungry .” You groaned again, louder this time, not wanting to get up you buried your face into his neck again. “We’ll rest a while longer, then I’ll make us some pancakes. Then we can finally watch some favourite film of yours, like I promised, what do you say?” he offered. You considered for a while: “Hm… can it be a horror film?” His chest shook a bit with laughter, but it was a quiet one. “Sure. Nothing too insane or gory, though. Deal?” Finally raising your head you smiled at him: “ Deal .”

I hope you liked it! As always, you can find this story on AO3, as well as the entire series. I’m a sucker for feedback!

#midnight mass #fanfiction #reader insert #father paul #father paul hill #father paul x reader #father paul x you #father paul hill x reader #smut and fluff #lemon #pwp #father paul smut

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maidragoste · 6 months

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Heeey I have more songs: 👉👈

Apologies if any are already there and I just blanked them.

false god by Taylor Swift

Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Exs's and Oh's by Elle King

Maneater by Nelly Futardo

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Babooshka by Kate Bush

Running Up That hill by Kate Bush #Velaryon Sibling feels

I'm not a woman I'm a god by Halsey

God is a woman by Ariana Grande.

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With you by Black Kids (this was in Jennifer's Body so I had to)

You're On your Own kid by Taylor Swift

It's All Coming Back To Me by Celine Dion

Bejeweled by Taylor Swift

Bonus: Kitty Kat by Megan Thee Stallion.

I LOVE EVERY TIME YOU SEND ME SONGS TO ADD TO THE PLAYLIST 💖💖

I don't know who you were thinking about when you sent the songs so I'll tell you what dynamics or characters I can relate them to (you can tell me later if you agree or not)

False God

This song makes me think of Reader and Harwin. Especially these lines because I think of Rhaenys and Corlys disagreeing with the Reader marriage but she ignored them and got carried away by her faith in Harwin.

Don't Blame Me

I had already added this song to the playlist thinking about the relationship between Reader, Alicent and Larys. I can honestly see the three of them ready to commit murder for each other lol

Exs's and Oh's

BESTIE THIS SONG IS SO READER. EVERYONE IS OBSESSED WITH HER AND WON'T LEAVE HER ALONE

Maneater

Again Reader having everyone at his feet 🛐🛐

Boyfriend

I had also added this song thinking about Alicent when she finds out that Harwin is cheating on Reader with Rhaenyra. I also thought about Reader seeing how Viserys is a shitty husband and father.

Babooshka

Reader and Harwin.

Running Up That Hill

IT HURTS ME BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT LAENA AND READER AND LATER WHEN READER LEARNS ABOUT LAENOR'S DEATH. I'M NOT OKAY

I'm not a woman I'm a god

There are so many lines that I can identify with Reader.

"Maybe I could be a different human in a new place"

"I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go"

Reader after the deaths of Harwin and Laena

" 'Cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know"

Reader refusing to see what was happening between Harwin and Rhaenyra before Jacaerys was born.

"I am not a martyr, I'm problem

I am not a legend, I'm a fraud"

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

The truth is I didn't know it because I never saw the movie but this song screams Rhaenyra

You're On your Own Kid

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TAYLOR SONGS, I DON'T KNOW WHY IT DIDN'T OCCUR TO ME BEFORE. The truth is I can relate it to Reader, Alicent and the green children

It's All Coming Back To Me

Harwin's haters are going to hate me but it made me think of him and Reader. Of course she hates him for what he did to her and she doesn't plan to forgive him, but God, they have a lot of history and when he helps her with the children and sees how he takes care of them even though they aren't his, it's easy to get confused. I don't know if it makes sense but I also thought Daemon, Reader and him also have history so even though he has his idiotic moments she can't really hate him. I also feel like they never had a proper closure because again these people don't know how to communicate lol

Kitty Kat

I had never heard this song before so imagine my reaction 👁️👄👁️

Thank you for writing to me and collaborating with the playlist 🥰🥰

I hope you are well 💖💖💖

#lu speaks #the sea dragon the clubfoot and the green queen #thanks for the ask!#ask me anything #hotd x reader #harwin strong x reader #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targeryan #larys strong #velaryon reader #send me asks #inbox #inbox open #hotd fanfic #hotd fic

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ptxweekly · 5 months

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Scott Hoying + The audience / Children, Go Where I Send Thee

#Pentatonix #Scott Hoying #video #so fun!#Youtube

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year

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Exodus 7:2-5

Thou shalt speak all that I command thee: and Aaron thy brother shall speak unto Pharaoh, that he send the children of Israel out of his land.

And I will harden Pharaoh's heart, and multiply my signs and my wonders in the land of Egypt.

But Pharaoh shall not hearken unto you, that I may lay my hand upon Egypt, and bring forth mine armies, and my people the children of Israel, out of the land of Egypt by great judgments.

And the Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord, when I stretch forth mine hand upon Egypt, and bring out the children of Israel from among them.

Exodus 10:1-3,27

And the Lord said unto Moses, Go in unto Pharaoh: for I have hardened his heart, and the heart of his servants, that I might shew these my signs before him:

And that thou mayest tell in the ears of thy son, and of thy son's son, what things I have wrought in Egypt, and my signs which I have done among them; that ye may know how that I am the Lord.

And Moses and Aaron came in unto Pharaoh, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord God of the Hebrews, How long wilt thou refuse to humble thyself before me? let my people go, that they may serve me.

[..]

But the Lord hardened Pharaoh's heart, and he would not let them go.

Exodus 11:9-10

And the Lord said unto Moses, Pharaoh shall not hearken unto you; that my wonders may be multiplied in the land of Egypt.

And Moses and Aaron did all these wonders before Pharaoh: and the Lord hardened Pharaoh's heart, so that he would not let the children of Israel go out of his land.

Exodus 12:12,29-30

For I will pass through the land of Egypt this night, and will smite all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and against all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgment: I am the Lord.

[..]

And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.

And Pharaoh rose up in the night, he, and all his servants, and all the Egyptians; and there was a great cry in Egypt; for there was not a house where there was not one dead.

#Jackie Chan meme #Passover #judaism #bible #old testament #exodus #pharaoh #bible study #god of death #god of murder #murder god #religion #religion is a mental illness

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Doomsayer

My darling friend @eunoiaastralwings was nice enough to also send me a little prompt.

So, here goes...

Words: 1,2 k

Warnings: Doom, injury, a curse

Characters: the Fëanorians

“I curse you”, Morifinwë screamed at the top of his lungs. “I condemn you to want things too much and be foiled at every turn!”

In truth, he didn’t mean those hard words he spat so carelessly into the blanching face of his brother; he was – after all – but a young elfling who knew nought about the weight such maledictions carried.

Once too often, Turcafinwë - thoughtless and callously energetic – had interrupted and destroyed his quiet, contemplative works and so, Moryo – as his brothers called him with varying degrees of fondness – had been moved to unproportional exclamations of puerile anger and incontestable doom.

“I said that I’m sorry,” Turko whined under his breath; he could feel something cold slither down his spine and settle underneath his skin like a splinter of ice. “I did not see you and your stupid sewing there.”

He could neither deny nor fight the terrible urge to get away from Moryo’s blazing gaze – angry tears making them appear like stormy lakes of impenetrable ink – to find shelter in the calm, benevolent presence of his older brothers.

Curufinwë the younger was all right, Turko guessed, and the twins might yet turn out acceptable once they had grown a little; Moryo though – imperious, haughty, and unwaveringly disapproving – was another matter altogether.

If he was perfectly honest, he was a little intimidated by this younger brother who, from the very day of his birth, seemed to have insight into a truth that completly escaped Turko’s notice.

“Get thee gone,” that intemperate, inclement youngster now exclaimed coldly and returned his attention to the delicate needlework Turko’s tempestuous entrance into the morning room had set awry.

It hurt his pride, but the silver-haired outcast retreated, sulkily padding down corridors that suddenly seemed so much darker and gloomier to him, in search of a friendlier face.

Nelyafinwë – Maitimo – for they called him by his mother-name most of the time to annoy him, sat hunched over a weighty tome in the library, a studious frown on his regular, attractive features that made even the most improbable people fawn on him.

“Nelyo?” Now that he had found someone, Turko almost felt ashamed of how much his heart hurt at the recollection of his brother’s words. “Something has happened, and I wondered if I might talk to you about it?”

Instantly, the book was put aside, and intelligent, grey eyes came to rest calmly on the younger elf’s agitated face.

“I knocked down Moryo’s work,” Turko started haltingly, “and he’s cursed me.”

Arching an elegant, rust-red brow in mild surprise, Maitimo motioned for his brother to go in his fascinating tale of fraternal strife.

“I don’t know,” Turko admitted, “it felt so awfully real.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” the oldest of the 7 children – very different from one another in nature and appearance – living under the same roof smiled soothingly, but Turko thought that he had caught a flash of doubt and worry flitting over Maitimo’s face like an ominous shadow.

“Run along and see if you can’t help Curvo with his endeavours. As penance, so to say!”

With a grateful nod, Turko left the bright room again quietly; he loathed the way it was expected for them to move without making a sound as long as they were indoors.

Was it any wonder that he preferred running outside with his animal friends and his savage cousin where he was allowed to roar and scream his frustration whenever this life confronted him with its secret, contradictory, and entirely unpredictable rules?

He was not a bad kid on purpose; he really did his best to abide by all the expectations and directives imposed upon him, but he constantly had the depressing feeling that everyone else was dancing – in very precise steps – to a music he couldn’t hear.

“Interesting,” Kanafinwë strode in from a hidden side-door that was rarely used by anyone but him. “Do you think that the little grump has truly put a hex upon our resident wild child?”

Maitimo shrugged; he felt uneasy about the whole thing, but he would have to consult their parents about the gravity of the situation before he risked disquieting either one of his brothers unnecessarily.

“We could teach him a lesson, both of them actually!” the dark-haired musician mused aloud, jabbing his elbow into his older brother’s slightly protruding ribs playfully.

“What did you have in mind?”

As the oldest, Nelyafinwë did not condone toying with his younger brothers’ minds and hearts but, as the one who had to suffer most from their shenanigans, Maitimo very much enjoyed a harmless practical joke.

For many a day after that conversation, he and Kanafinwë would thus choose the right moments to confuse and alarm their two catty siblings; when uncle Ñolofinwë brought delicious, honeyed cakes, they ate until their stomachs hurt to make sure that Tyelko would get none, and they cheated in so many games that Curvo refused to join in any of their boardgames for a whole season.

Manyfold and diverse were their plans – always executed within the line of sight of an increasingly preoccupied Moryo – to get the third-born son of the colourful gaggle of kids to pay better attention to his surroundings.

To an extent, Maitimo told himself whenever he was overcome with guilt, Tyelko really had to learn to check and restrain his own expectations and needs in favour of those of others.

Nonetheless, after both their brothers had retreated to their rooms in tears after another vicious fight in the course of which Tyelko had screamed that Moryo had purposefully ruined his life and Moryo had sworn that he had not thought anything of it when he had spoken these terrible words of condemnation, the two oldest sons of the much annoyed and truly baffled Fëanáro decided that it was time to stop their cruel jest.

To their shock and alarm though, Tyelko’s streak of bad luck did not abate; when he climbed a tree to get to the ripe, juicy apples at the top, he fell off and gave the whole family a serious fright by being unconscious for three whole tree cycles.

Despite seeming humbled by his experiences, Tyelko seemed unable to avoid the often dangerous and invariably scary accidents that kept occurring at regular intervals.

His family was worried, he himself was beside himself with apprehension and frustration; in short, everyone felt terrible about the situation.

Finally, Moryo himself went to plead with the Valar to retract whatever curse he might have inadvertently placed upon his brother whom he – in spite of their frequent fights and their often-irreconcilable differences – loved dearly in his own way.

Thankfully, he was heard, and his wish was granted for it was undeniable that everyone involved had learned a valuable lesson about toying with concepts too great and powerful to be carelessly abused by unruly youths.

For a time, all was well again in their home and life resumed its placid, peaceful course, until that moment of utter darkness in which something fey and otherworldly glinted in Tyelko’s eyes as he looked upon the ships of the Teleri.

OOoftiiii, this one might have turned out a little darker than intended...

Either way, @fellowshipofthefics, here we go with the next batch!!!

Lots of love!

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The Witching Hour

In a 1600s au of The Mandela Catalogue, our reader is a witch that gets blamed for the disappearances of the town’s children. Are they really a witch, or are these false accusations meant to deceive the village?

In a desperate measure, you call upon any spirit that could possibly help you escape this terrible fate.

To your surprise, an archangel meets your demand.

ao3 link!

I’ve been listening to a lot of Ghost recently, and rewatched The Witch last night. I started thinking about the song Stand By Him since it gave me hella strong witch!reader x Gabriel vibes.

I know nothing about religion or history btw. I just thought it’d be cool to center this AU around the Salem witch trials period.

Side note: This fic has nothing to do with the canon story of The Mandela Catalogue, a webseries made by Alex Kister. He creates amazing work so I recommend checking out his YouTube channel. I recommend watching his series before reading this fic.

Small rumors turned into mass hysteria. Creatures that lurked in the night took children like fairies. Humans that looked slightly off were spotted taking the little ones away.

Mob mentality took control of the village, and everyone was a target.

First, it was your sister that was hanged. Then the handmaid. The village thought the ‘monsters’ left because they were dead.

They didn’t. Children still went missing every day.

You must’ve been the problem then. According to the other villagers, it made sense.

The moon hung high as the mob surrounded you.

“I saw her whispering to the ram in the pasture!”

“She spoke in tongues this morning! It’s true!”

“They speak lies!” You thrashed against the bindings on your neck. Someone from the crowd pelted you with a sharp rock. “You’re all filthy liars!”

“Silence!”

You barely escaped with your life after biting down on the priest’s hand. He screamed and lost control of the rope. The woods were your home now, and so you ran as soon at the bindings hit the floor. People scrambled out of the way, frightened by unknown.

“Wench!”

“Lilith!”

Every bit of adrenaline kept you on your feet. You weren’t going to die tonight.

“Burn the witch!”

Blood from the gash on your forehead pooled down the side of your face.

Finally, you wrapped yourself behind a large pine tree.

What the hell were you supposed to do now? There was nowhere to go. Stay out here and starve, or go back as a dead girl walking.

…You couldn’t believe what you were thinking. Spell casting didn’t exist, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Closing your eyes, you began to speak:

“I conjure thee that holds the greatest power among men. Hear my cries and appear before me. I invoke thee.”

Nothing happened.

“I invoke thee!” Tears dripped down your bloody cheek and you dropped to your knees in exhaustion. “I invoke thee…damn it all.”

A tall figure loomed over you as you cried into your hands. His voice was gentle but you could sense the absolute power that he beheld.

“Oh, sweet lamb. What has happened to cause your distress? What foul being destroyed your face?” He slowly moved your hands away from your eyes.

You stared at his white wings which seemed to glow against the darkness. Long golden locks of hair drifted below his shoulders. It actually worked.

“Speak up, dear. You did summon me, correct?”

“Y-You’re Gabriel? But you’re an angel. Why aren’t you punishing me or sending me to hell?” You winced in pain as he ran his hand over your cuts. It stung to the touch. “I didn’t expect an angel, or anything at all.” Your laughter turned into choked sobs.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m the archangel, and it seems as if we have a lot in common.”

“How so?”

Before he could answer, the screams of the townspeople grew louder. The lights from their torches could be seen beyond the tall trees and ferns. Gabriel picked you up as if you weighed nothing. “Come, we must travel quickly.” He wrapped his wings around you.

In the blink of an eye, you were on the outskirts of the town in front of a massive church. Everything was quiet and dark, save for the cold wind.

“Oh, I got blood all over your wings. I’m sorry!” You moved to the side, ashamed that you had ruined something so beautiful.

“Don’t apologize, dear. Look.” He ran his hand over his feathers. The blood disappeared when he touched it. “No harm done.”

“Incredible…”

Gabriel glowered at the sight of your wounds. “Humans always sickened me. Hurting everything they disagree with.”

“You speak as if I’m not one of humankind. Why is that?” You sat on the first bench in the church.

“Could a human summon a powerful god?” Gabriel smiled as he turned his back to you.

That left you speechless. “No…”

“I didn’t think so. Let me get you something to deal with the pain.”

You nodded, carefully touching the gash and dried blood that scabbed over.

Gabriel returned with a cup of water and some cloth. “Stay as long as you want, lamb. They can’t get you here.”

You didn’t have that much of a choice. Leave and you’d bite the dust, a noose around your neck. For now, you’d stay here in the church with Gabriel. Who knows what would come next.

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