#(somewhat back to making outlander gifs)

[strangelockd]

I'll Give You The Moon And Stars

Tumblr somehow deleted this story so I had to repost it.....So here I am once again. (Don't let this flop lol)

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It finally here! Your wedding day to Sinister Strange. But he has a few surprises up his sleeve to make your best day ever even better than you could dream.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: None really just tooth rotting fluff, Mutual pining

A/N: This story is somewhat of a self indulgent piece. It came to me one night bc I have always wanted to Waltz, let alone with Mr.Sinister.

Theres references to The Phantom of the Opera & Outlander!!!!

I have a strong headcannon that he is very light on his feet. Plus I can’t help but think of Sinister without Once Upon A Dream playing in my mind.

Steadily pacing around the grand room back and forth with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, you kept wiping your outstretched hands on your legs because your palms wouldn’t stop sweating. Eyeballing the long A-line black and purple ombre dress hanging off the four-poster bed. Gathering your courage to shuffle towards it, lifting it gently off the plush hanger. The soft taffeta texture along with the outer tulle feeling soft against your skin; fingers gently dancing over the moonstone beads. The constellation patterns embellished on the waistline giving off a shimmer in the light. Tears welling in your eyes, for it was finally your wedding day. 

Sure, it wasn’t the ceremony you first envisioned since you were a little girl. The typical tradition of a Church and a huge gathering never resonated with you anyway. But Sinister latched onto your heart and swept you off your feet. He was without question the love of your life. Ever since you arrived in his world you slowly began to change him. His heart thawing like Spring warning away the frosty ice of Winter. You couldn’t wait to become his wife. 

Wiping away the gentle tears cascading down your cheeks to slide off the silken nightgown from your shoulders, tossing it to the side. Sliding into the gown gently right foot first, then the left. Zipping up the side of it, the corset snugging all the right places. Taking the extra time to adjust the black lingerie stockings giving them a light snap against your thigh. Tussling your hair slowly walking towards the embellished mirror you couldn’t believe how gorgeous you looked. You really did feel like a true Disney princess. That is, if princesses were into gothic attire.

Strapping on the black wedges to stand upright, making your way back to the four-poster bed reaching for the blood red rose bouquet that was decorated with purple lace. Peaks of white babies’ breath sticking out between them. Grabbing the perfume bottle off the vanity to generously sprits yourself with ‘Into the Night’ perfume. Its delicate amber scent danced around your senses. It was your signature scent and Sinister adored it. His heart always skipping a beat when walking into a room and knowing you where just there from the smell alone. The sheer intoxication of it all leaving an imprint on his mind and his senses. 

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, fingers wrapped around the silver door latch finally making your exit to the grand sanctum. This is it……The next time you returned would not be (Y/L/N), but Mrs.Strange. The thought of it making your heart flutter faster. 

Shoes quietly stepping on the floor to turn the corner slowly; finally arriving in the main room. There by the glowing window of the seal of Vishanti was your fiancé and soon to be husband, Sinister Strange. His tall lean frame silhouetted forming his hands behind his back facing outside the giant window. Safe assumption that he was in deep thought. 

Stepping out of the dark hallway looking up to him swallowing back tears you beckoned playfully, “Hello handsome.” His head perked to turn, slowly shifting completely around finding himself almost falling over if he wasn’t struck dead in his tracks. 

Eyes wide scanning up and down your gorgeous frame, his admiring gaze never wavering. A look full of pure uninhibited love. You looked like an angel. My angel of music. His sea glass eyes blown wide; mouth slightly open. She is absolutely beautiful. Just keep composure…and don’t cry. Its not everyday the worlds most powerful sorcerer is rendered speechless.

Face beaming, finding yourself in awe at how handsome he looked as well. He always took your breath away. Instead of his usual tunic he opted for a black victorian jacquard swallowtail frock coat with a matching vest. Completing the look with a dark purple ascot necktie. His Pressed black trousers accompanied by the solid black wingtip oxford shoes. The usual disheveled silken hair swept back neatly with a pomade. Of course, except for a few strands cascading down his forehead, slightly veiling his chiseled cheeks. The uniformed look of his silver strands on his temples giving off a soft glow from the light. He truly looked superbly divine and delectable. The things I would do to him tonight……

With an endearing grin he extended his left hand outward, the baritone in his voice dropping an octave that always drove you crazy sending an electric shock up your spine, “Darling……come here”

A wide smile spreading across your face emitting a giggle from you. Your smile always to sent a flood of warmth through his chest every time he saw it. Stepping closer grasping his hand bringing it up to his velvet lips, eyes never breaking contact with yours to slowly place a soft kiss on your fingers. Blue eyes shimmering like two glowing pools causing the heat to rise from your chest up to your cheeks.

Clearing his throat Sinister couldn’t help but to speak above a whisper; gently turning your hand over. Lips caressing your delicate palm to steal more kisses from your open hand between pauses, “You look…absolutely divine my love…so breathtaking. My angel.”

Smiling back sheepishly, “You’re not so bad yourself Stephen, you cleanup nice. Always such a gentleman to me.” Stroking his goatee giving it a light tug winking at him, noticing the tips of his ears turning pink with his cheeks.

Returning to stand upright never releasing your hand Sinister slowly guided you to the center of the Sanctum Hall, his oxford heels echoing off the wooden floor. Surrounded by snuffed out candles and musical instruments he waved his free hand to illuminate the candles surrounding you. Filling the hall with soft glowing warmth. The elegant glow dancing off your faces, accentuating his defined face and cheekbones, it felt like a living fairytale. 

Giving a heartfelt sigh, “You never cease to impress me Stephen, I always love when you use magic,” giving his hand a light squeeze.

“My bride deserves the best. This is the start of the rest of our lives, and I want to give you the moon and the stars. I love you with my whole heart (y/n),” guiding your hand bringing it up to his chest.

Being how it was just the two of you in this fractured world together you mutually agreed to exchange vows and rings with each other. Over the course of a year the two of you noticed this world slowly beginning to rebuild itself. Plants where sprouting, and you even pointed out some baby doves outside nesting on the library window. A normal explanation couldn’t be placed as to why, but Sinister deeply believed that it was your love and inner magic that was helping to sew this universe back together. He convinced himself he would be destined to wander it alone. For years his heart pined for companionship, but loneliness along with time began to calcify his heart due to the shame of his past. But you came into his life and repaired a broken man who believed in love all over again. A debt he could never fully repay. The closest he could muster was to ask for your hand and become his for eternity.

A loving smile formed on your lips, “I love you to Stephen…so much”

Feeling his rapid heartbeat through his vest you brought your palm up to cup his face, he leaned into it grabbing urgently with both hands. Like you were a dream, and he was afraid he would wake up from it.  After some time you spoke gently, “I would like to begin my love, for I can not wait any longer for you to be my wife (Y/N)”

Smiling at his eagerness you nodded, his stance erect he pulls out a folded parchment. Hands shaking a bit more then usual as his slender fingers unfolded the weathered paper. A clear sign he has taken many a time to write it out. Reaching for his hand once again for support feeling it get tighter as he read, “I Stephen Vincent Strange, take you to be my loving wife. To have, to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish you with every fiber of my soul till death we do part, and this is my solemn vow. Today I promise to respect you always. I will share the good times and bad times with you, be a support and guide. I promise to worship you at your feet for all eternity. You know me better than anyone else in this world and somehow still you manage to love me…...You are my best friend and one true love. Above all, I will love you from now until our day’s end.” 

 Suddenly breaking eye contact he gazed down away from you, hearing a sniffle to notice a single tear stream down his cheek. Bringing your soft hand up brushing it away with your thumb. A small smile on your lips you gently guided his head steadily upwards with your thumb and index finger, “That was perfect my love. I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Sinister couldn’t help but chuckle sheepishly at your affection. 

It left you speechless with your stomach doing somersaults. Fighting back your own tears your heart felt like it was going to burst. It was your turn to speak your heartfelt vow. Opting to not write anything you always spoke from the heart. But suddenly your brain was like a deer caught in the headlights.

 In a moment that felt like an eternity Sinister gave a chuckle to mouth the words, “you can do it my love,” squeezing your hands reassuringly. Giving a somber smile returning your hands downward gazing at Sinister straight into his blue eyes boldly professing, “I (Y/N), pledge to you Steven Vincent Strange, to always catch you before you stumble, and lift you over every threshold. I will always be by your side not only as your lover, but as your best friend. I promise to love you every day that I’m breathing. This is my solemn vow. You have the core of my heart beating for you, a love beyond what a metaphor can ever express.”

Closing his eyes releasing a heartfelt sigh that seemed like he was breathing in your words; he brought your hands to his lips. Waving his hand summoning light purple magic, a small ring box floated into his palm. The slender scarred digits slowly fishing out two matching wedding bands that were black with silver lining. Your ring accompanied by a small white diamond embedded into the jet black metal. 

Taking a band in each of your hands sliding them onto each others left ring finger. A symbol of undying love to your heart-lines. Holding Sinister’s fingers in the delicacy of yours rubbing your thumb over the band. His slender fingers even more beautiful than before. 

Together you had one last step in the ceremony to perform. Taking the purple lace from your bouquet to wrap your hands in unison. Sinister’s palm resting above yours, snugged between the soft fabric. Creating a bind symbolizing the bonding of both your lives. Reciting the planned vows, eyes never leaving each other in perfect unison to recite.

“You are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give you my Body, that we Two might be One.  I give you my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done”

Sinister unraveled the purple fabric to magic it back onto your bouquet. Both releasing a joyous sigh, returning your hands back together. His thumb rubbing across your ring finger. With slightly choked up tempo you said, “I now pronounce us husband…...and wife.” Slightly bouncing up and down hardly containing your excitement, a huge smile beamed across your face.

Sinister wasted no time gently grabbing by both sides of your face. His large hands cradling you like precious porcelain. Pulling you in eagerly for a deep passionate kiss; lips melting together his mouth giving promises of love and protection. It felt like eternal bliss. Surrounded by the flicker of candlelight and for a moment forgetting the world around both of you existing. Pulling away glacially to look up at Sinister smiling down at you. 

“I love you; I love you with all my soul (Y/N Strange).” Rubbing a thumb gently across your cheek you blushed at the sentiment of using your newly claimed last name.

“I love you too Stephen Strange”

“I believe your husband owes you a first dance”

Your ears perked up at the sudden thought. You have always wanted to dance. It’s something you missed greatly. 

“That sounds incredible Stephen, yes please let’s do it.” Trying to contain your excitement, your hands still clasped together. Releasing from your grasp Sinister once again made a gesture with his hands; purple glowing magic emanating and surrounding all around you both. With wide eyes you saw the candles begin to hover and the instruments began to play. Finishing it off with a giant glowing chandelier up above. Hearing the familiar tempo of the music travel in your ears, tears formed in your eyes. Noticing the sound of the familiar score of Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty Waltz.

“Stephen…but how did you know”

Hands behind his back he paced slightly in front of you. “I know you more then anyone my love. You spoke about how you wanted to be a Disney princess. I felt this score fit perfectly. What kind of a husband would I be if I did not fulfill your every dream”

 Heart beating faster in your chest, feeling like you were on cloud nine. The familiar mm-bap-bap of the score leading the opening musical bar, Sinister taking a bow before you returning upright. His hand extended outward for you.

His baritone voice speaking gently, “May I have this dance my princess”

“I’d be honored”

Setting the bouquet on the grand piano to take his hand in yours, grabbing you by the small of your waist. Slowly at first guiding you across the sanctum floor with upmost grace. Not surprised that he was very experienced with waltzing. His steps ever fluid with the ¾ time, keeping up the pace with ease. No partner you’ve ever had could hold a candle to his dancing skills. The tail of his coat lifting with every gentle hop. His movement’s sweeping like a ghost across the dance floor. 

The score began to swell louder while keeping your pace together in perfect unison. Gliding across ever faster on the floor; your wedding dress swishing majestically like a work of moving art. Sinister couldn’t take his cerulean eyes from you. For all he cared the world would be burning and he would die a happy man.

“Ive said this a thousand times and I’ll keep saying it till my last breath, but you are beautiful. You are the sexiest thing in the world, never forget that” he breathed against your ear. 

“And I’ll never get tired of your sweet side Stephen”

 As the music began to die down so did your pace. Spinning around slower and slower until you fell into a deep embrace. His arms felt like home, the candles twinkling like lights from fairies. Sinister drew you closer to wear you were a breath away from each other. Noses nuzzling pulling you in for another kiss. Softly at first his mouth brushed against your lower lip. The beard tickling your soft skin. Melding together finally to tilt your head up deepening the kiss. Releasing a soft moan in sweet unison you lunged forward deeper on your tiptoes to get the most of his mouth. Tightening his grip around your waistline, he dipped you back to steal another kiss. This time his velvet tongue penetrating your lips, claiming access to your warm silken mouth. You welcomed it greatly never wanting to let go.

Releasing to catch your breaths Sinister leaned his forehead against yours, a huge smile radiating off of your faces. Gently rising you back up to kiss your forehead softly. Clutching each other with a loving embrace. Your cheek resting on his firm chest feeling it rise and fall. 

 “So…,” he trailed off. “What shall we do next?”

A smirk forming on the corner of your lip you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Placing your palms to his strong chest, leaning up with just a whisper of distance to form the most seductive voice cocking an eyebrow, “If I’m not mistaken, this is where we go upstairs and make our marriage official”

A growl emitting from his chest, eyes forming with lust he didn’t miss a beat and swooped you up bridal style to briskly carry you upstairs towards your shared chamber.

“Say no more, as the saying goes happy wife…...happy life,” he winked at you with that sideways smirk you loved so much.

Exclaiming boldly, you realized, “But wait! What about the candles?!” 

Biting your earlobe gently he growled into your ear.

“Those can wait, for I have more important things to tend too. For I’ve got an appointment with heaven and an angel needs tending to.” Giggling into his steady frame your cheeks flushing the deepest red. It was the best day if your life. 

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[rene-is-an-insomniac]

And now he's mine!

2k+ fic

Inspiration taken from Hanako kun Manga chapter 80.

⚠️Spoilers below if you read the manga⚠️

Song references: I put a spell on you Nina Simone, Friends on the Other side

Sfw

Main Character: Thoma

Genre: Angst No comfort

⚠️ Warnings: This story deals with dark themes such as sacrifices. If this makes you uncomfortable don't read!⚠️

Minty's Halloween Stories

Here's both links to the songs if you need want to listen

Nina's version Thomas' version

Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings Above please read before you proceed

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While on the search for Thoma's family he ended up in Inazuma. After arriving and doing the documentation he searched around and got no leads. Instead of feeling sad he decided to wait it out and in the meantime got a small job to keep himself afloat.

He sometimes noticed how the natives would whisper whenever he was near. He heard words about a sacrifice for some God. He assumed it was some type of joke and ignored it.

After working for a long time he found a better job working under the Kamisato Siblings.

It was nice, just cleaning and taking care of the house. He even made acquaintances with the Lord and Lady.

While out shopping for dinner ingredients one day, he noticed that people were staring at him more than usual.

He made eye contact and smiled, trying to be nice. Instead of looking away, they blankly stared.

He dismissed it and continued walking when his hand was snatched by a smaller one.

A small child, about the age of five, looked up at him.

"Hello, do you need anything?" He knelt to make eye contact. The next words he heard caused his eyes to narrow.

"You'll be the next victim." The child then stepped back and walked away.

Next victim? He mulled over what he might mean until he remembered what the natives would say.

Sacrifice

He recalled the adults discussing a sacrifice for some God. Thoma, believing it to be an inside joke, ignores it and continues shopping.

When he returned to the estate, he noticed the Kamisato Siblings conversing quietly. They both came to a halt when they noticed him.

"I had to go stock up on groceries," he explained, turning away from the siblings.

"Thoma, we have something to tell you." Turning around, he noticed Ayato with a solemn expression.

"About what My Lord?". Before Ayato spoke again, there was a sigh. "Do you know the legend of the God of Death?"

He heard some snippets about a God but not a God of Death.

"Somewhat, but why bring it up?" He turned to face them both. He noticed Ayaka, who hadn't said anything, was staring in the opposite direction with a tight frown on her face.

"Every year, they sacrifice someone to appease God, and for the longest time, the target has been the oldest female children of families." Thoma looked worriedly at Ayaka.

"However, because there has been an increase in Outlanders... the people have decided to sacrifice them to appease the God so that their children are no longer sacrificed," Ayato said sympathetically.

"You can stop them right?” He looked at Ayato calmly.

"I’m doing all I can to convince them." He sighed.

Thoma was conflicted. He knew that staying under the Kamisatos could protect him for so long. But most likely everyone would find a way around that protection to sacrifice him.

He could leave the island but most likely he would be followed and ambushed or the ship would explode by a bomb. So Thoma had no way of leaving Inazuma safely to return home. He was so trapped in his head he didn't hear them talking to him.

Suddenly a rough shake snapped him out of it. He looked to see the Siblings concerned eyes.

"Thoma I realize this is a horrifying situation, but we are working to improve it. Try to remain in the Estate for the time being until this passes." He nodded. He slowly stood up and made his way to his room. He entered, shut the door and made his way to bed.

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Thoma heard an argument down the hallway as he awoke. He hurried outside after donning his uniform to find three Officers and a distressed Ayato and Ayaka. The Police approached Thoma with handcuffs after spotting him.

"Ayato?" He averted his gaze. He was cornered by the officers, who then took him by his bound hands.

"I'm truly sorry; they saw the Kamisato clan as a traitor by refusing to offer you as a sacrifice.''

The police brutally dragged him to the front door of the house. He tried to press his feet hard on the ground to prevent himself from being taken.

"Ayaka was going to be taken in your place. " Thoma could read the pity in his eyes. He fought against the pulling until, one of the officers hit a pressure point causing him to pass out.

When waking up he noticed the prison cell. Getting up to get a better look at his surroundings he saw he that his outfit was changed and his belongings were gone.

He walked to the cell bars and saw an empty room with some police guarding the far doors. He walked around in the cell trying to find a way to escape. Footsteps approached his cell and a woman with short purple hair came into view.

"Oh you're up." She said in a flat tine.

"Outlander Thoma, you have been chosen to be the next sacrifice for the God of Death. Until the day you will be held here in this cell." She handed him scraps of food and left the cell.

Within the time in the cell, guards would stop in to monitor him, some would jeer at him. The day of the sacrifice he was dragged to a cliff near the ocean, and he was bound by his hands and feet.

Some corrupt priest did the ritual for God to appear. A huge portal opened at the bottom of the ocean waiting for the sacrifice to be pushed in.

Thoma looked into the crowd to see the people. From a distance, he saw Ayato not making eye contact, and Ayaka who hid her face from the scene. As painful as it is, he's still glad that he can protect those he cares about, even if it costs him.

Once the priest finished the words they walked Thoma to the edge and gave him a rough push. As he fell he heard a yelp and some cheering from the crowd.

Falling through the air he noticed the cliff he became further and further away.

"Eveyone take care."

Thoma thought before disappearing into the portal.

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Waking up, Thoma felt light. He could feel some type of grass, and some wind blowing. He also heard sounds of water somewhere nearby.

"Hello?" A higher pitched voice called out. Thoma assumed this was the God. He tried to open his eyes to look around but he couldn't. It felt like tiny pricks of pain when he tried to lift them open. The "God" approached him from the other room.

"Is this the afterlife?" He asked. The person responded in affirmation.

Thoma frowned. That vortex must have killed him immediately when he fell. "What's your name Sacrifice?"

"Thoma." He responded. The God repeated his name.

"I wonder why they sacrificed a male. Usually, they sacrifice the oldest female child of every family."

"Ayato said that they got tired of sacrificing the girls so they started killing outlanders to keep the ritual at bay." He heard you sigh out of anger and pace around him.

The sacrifice was a contract made between you and the people of Inazuma. It prevented you from over use of power and from going on a killing spree.

The contract couldn't be tampered or have any loopholes. Changing the contract by sacrificing a different gender was a loophole.

If the people of Inazuma have broken the contract, you could issue any punishment. By breaking the rules the contract that restricted God has now been broken. God can now use their full power.

Thoma heard some chains being released. He assumed it was his own until he heard footsteps nearing him.

The God giggled which turned into full blown laughter. When you calmed down you plopped next to Thoma.

"Thoma. Do you know why there haven't been any male sacrifices?" He shook his head.

"The contract I made with the people of Inazuma stated the eldest daughter of the family shall be sacrificed. They broke the contract by sacrificing you." Thoma's closed eyes opened.

"Because they tampered with the contract, there will be a punishment put out for them." He heard you get up. He tried to rush to his feet but because he couldn't see he fell.

"Oh you poor thing. Falling down here must have hurt your eyesight. You did fall head on." He felt you sit him upright.

"There. Now stay put." He heard you rise to your feet. He called out trying to plead for the people's lives to no avail. You ignored him and entered the vortex that he fell from.

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The people of Inazuma had a celebration for surviving another year. It was the most grand celebration they've had in years.

The Kamisato siblings were a different case. Ayaka locked herself in her room refusing to speak to anyone. Ayato buried himself in his work trying to forget about what happened that night. There was nothing they could do to fix this.

The lights in Inazuma began to flicker.

Ayato, who was working on paperwork, tried to fix the light that went out. He assumed it was broken and went to find a candle. In the rest of the house it was dark as well. He found a candle and went to peek outside. Everything was dark at night.

He went to see if Ayaka had the same problem. He knocked on the door. As he waited he heard the waves crashing. With how high the estate is, it's harder to hear ocean waves at night. Was the sea level rising? He opened the back door and put a candle near the ground and saw a huge puddle of water. He walked along the side and saw more water and pools of fish? He knocked on the door again.

Ayaka opened the door with a tired look. He told her that the sea level was rising and that they needed to evacuate. He began waking up the staff and getting them prepared to leave the estate. Stepping out of the estate the water was nearly to their ankles. They walked further down the mountain the water levels were decreasing almost as if the water was solely focused on the estate.

As the water cleared they walked quicker. Ayaka heard water rushing back and turned to see a wave forming. She yelled forcing everyone to rush ahead to avoid it. As they ran the wave grew higher and higher. They ran until they reached a dead end. Looking back they noticed tidal wave that nearly reached the moon.

Within a blink, the wave crashed down. Instead of the entire Estate and the forest drowning, the water dragged them back down the cliff into the portal of the sea. Muffled screams weren't heard as a warning to the other people.

The water flooded the road and people walking back were snatched by the ocean. Soon enough the wave reached the most populated area on the island.

The lights went out making everyone panic. Only ocean waves were heard. They shook it off since they lived next to the ocean. As they walked they felt themselves being dragged into the water one by one. Screams filled the air as they scrambled to find a way to escape.

"They shouldn't have done that."

You giggled as you watched the nation submerge.

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Thoma sat in God's domain still unable to move because of him being unable to see well. The portal opened and the god entered the room and sat next to him. “Thoma?” He looked in the direction that God was.

"Oh, that's right you still can't see." " Let me fix it”. You stood up and went to another room to grab something. Thoma heard items being stirred in a pot and utensils clicking. The kitchen fire started to heat up the room. Leaning against the wall, Thoma made an effort to stand up. You returned into the room at the same moment, carrying something.

"This should help with the injuries, drink it." The deity could be heard approaching and stopping in front of him. You gave him the "medicine" in the cup after forcing open his jaw. Thoma felt tingling across his body as his surroundings became more distinct. By blinking a few times, he was able to properly see the surroundings and the person in front of him. He took notice of how you looked and the horned golden halo you were hanging above your head.

“There we go now you can see me!” You excitedly grabbed his hands and swung them.

"You're the God of Death. "You smiled at him as you nodded. He was confused, you were much younger and looked less harmless than he imagined.

“And you are Thoma.” You repeated back to him.

"Why do you smell like blood?" You laughed. "The people of Inazuma have received their punishment." You spoke calmly.

“You killed them all?" You nodded facing him. You saw him break down and put an arm over his face trying to mask his sadness. Thoma sobbed into his arm silently, he couldn't even imagine what must have happened to Ayaka and Ayato.

Noticing his expression you hugged him trying to comfort him. “Cheer up, they tried to kill you after all; you shouldn’t feel sorry for them.” Thoma slightly pushed you away.

"You killed them all, even those who did nothing wrong!" He exclaimed. You sighed as you explained it again. "Thoma. Nothing in a contract can be tampered with or changed. If a person in the contract changes it or creates a loophole, a punishment must be given. They sacrificed a man and ended the contract.” You spoke to him like a child. Thoma inhaled and exhaled and tried to keep his emotions in check.

“It already happened drop the conversation.” You coldly walked out the room leaving him to cope with his thoughts.

As you entered the kitchen again, you overheard a cry of rage that eventually changed into sobbing. You shrugged it off and resumed preparing dinner for yourself and your new permanent guest. “Well it’s their own fault for not listening."

"They got what they wanted but they lost what they had.”

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Goddamn this is too dark. If you made it this far congrats <3

I promise not all my stories are this dark. I have cute ones.

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[haven-together-unending]

Jeremiah Alexander Ian Fraser MacKenzie

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The Governor’s mansion was ablaze with lights. Lanterns were perched along the low wall of the veranda, and hung from the trees along the paths of the ornamental garden. Gaily dressed people were emerging from their carriages on the crushed-shell drive, passing into the house through a pair of huge French doors.

We dismissed our own—or, rather, Jared’s—carriage, but stood for a moment on the drive, waiting for a brief lull in the arrivals. Jamie seemed mildly nervous—for him; his fingers twitched now and then against the gray satin, but his manner was outwardly as calm as ever.

There was a short reception line in the foyer; several of the minor dignitaries of the island had been invited to assist the new governor in welcoming his guests. I passed ahead of Jamie down the line, smiling and nodding to the Mayor of Kingston and his wife. I quailed a bit at the sight of a fully decorated admiral next in line, resplendent in gilded coat and epaulettes, but no sign of anything beyond a mild amazement crossed his features as he shook hands with the gigantic Frenchman and the tiny Chinese who accompanied me.

There was my acquaintance from the Porpoise; Lord John’s blond hair was hidden under a formal wig tonight, but I recognized the fine, clear features and slight, muscular body at once. He stood a little apart from the other dignitaries, alone. Rumor had it that his wife had refused to leave England to accompany him to this posting.

He turned to greet me, his face fixed in an expression of formal politeness. He looked, blinked, and then broke into a smile of extraordinary warmth and pleasure.

“Mrs. Malcolm!” he exclaimed, seizing my hands. “I am vastly pleased to see you!”

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” I said, smiling back at him. “I didn’t know you were the Governor, last time we met. I’m afraid I was a bit informal.”

He laughed, his face glowing with the light of the candles in the wall sconces. Seen clearly in the light for the first time, I realized what a remarkably handsome man he was.

“You might be thought to have had an excellent excuse,” he said. He looked me over carefully. “May I say that you are in remarkable fine looks this evening? Clearly the island air must agree with you somewhat more than the miasmas of shipboard. I had hoped to meet you again before leaving the Porpoise, but when I inquired for you, I was told by Mr. Leonard that you were unwell. I trust you are entirely recovered?”

“Oh, entirely,” I told him, amused. Unwell, eh? Evidently Tom Leonard was not about to admit to losing me overboard. I wondered whether he had put my disappearance in the log.

“May I introduce my husband?” I turned to wave at Jamie, who had been detained in animated conversation with the admiral, but who was now advancing toward us, accompanied by Mr. Willoughby.

I turned back to find the Governor gone green as a gooseberry. He stared from Jamie to me, and back again, pale as though confronted by twin specters.

Jamie came to a stop beside me, and inclined his head graciously toward the Governor.

“John,” he said softly. “It’s good to see ye, man.”

The Governor’s mouth opened and shut without making a sound.

“Let us make an opportunity to speak, a bit later,” Jamie murmured. “But for now—my name is Etienne Alexandre.” He took my arm, and bowed formally. “And may I have the pleasure to present to you my wife, Claire?” he said aloud, shifting effortlessly into French.

“Claire?” The Governor looked wildly at me. “Claire?”

“Er, yes,” I said, hoping he wasn’t going to faint. He looked very much as though he might, though I had no idea why the revelation of my Christian name ought to affect him so strongly.

The next arrivals were waiting impatiently for us to move out of the way. I bowed, fluttering my fan, and we walked into the main salon of the Residence. I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Governor, shaking hands mechanically with the new arrival, staring after us with a face like white paper.

— Voyager

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Book: Voyager, Diana Gabaldon, 1994

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[together-forevermore-blog]

For the Love of Outlander - Tearin’ my guts out and Forgiven

Ah. . .the glow and euphoria of new, young love. We’ve all seen it. That couple that’s so newly in love that they can’t keep their eyes off of each other (and usually body parts), sharing smiles that threaten to blind a room, and make older and wiser spectators shake their heads and knowingly smile at past memories.

I remember being on my honeymoon and a waiter came up to our table asking “How long have you guys been married?” My hubby and I were somewhat shocked that he was asking, but I still answered him. “Two days.” He chuckled and nodded as he placed our drinks on the table and then motioned with his head to the bar behind him.

“Ah. We were wondering since you can’t keep your eyes off of each other and your rings are still shinny.” His “we” referring to the other servers and bartenders in the lounge and as he walked away with our order, my hubby and I blushed at the fact that we’d attracted so much attention.

Googly eyes and loving touches are expected when you encounter newlyweds. But there’s something else that’s common among young and new love, something that isn’t usually the image that pops into one’s head when thinking about these love struck couples, and oftentimes comes as a surprise to those in freshly sprung relationships: arguments.

Are you scratching your head? Asking “Ali, is your favorite Jamie and Claire moment really one where they argue?” Yup. It sure is. I mean, I love watching them kiss, laugh and love each other, but if I’m being one hundred percent honest, my favorite moment involves them ripping each other apart and here’s why: It leads to them having a better understanding of how much they really care for each other, and, in the case of the show, reveals how much Jamie loves Claire.

I’m talking about the moments after Jamie and squad rescues Claire from Black Jack at Fort William. The famous fight between them where Jamie yells at Claire for getting herself in trouble and Claire at him for blaming her and treating her like property. Or at least that’s what they tell themselves and each other their fight is about.

But then the argument changes, much like it does when “real life” couples disagree, after one, or both, say something that exposes the real reason why they’re upset. For Jamie, it happens when he agrees with her that he thinks Claire ran away because of what happened at the glade, to get back at him for not being able to protect her, revealing that he also blames himself.

What about Claire? She initially argues that he treats her like property because that’s what men see woman as during that time. That she isn’t allowed to do what she wants because she’s only a woman. But as she continues, she lets slip that her real frustration is in feeling like she’s stuck in a time and place, and now, she’s married someone she was basically forced to marry.

To us, the readers and watchers of this story, we can see past the heated words and finger pointing. But it takes a little longer for Jamie and Claire to understand what the argument is really about, and they continue on with even more rage:

- Outlander, Diana Gabaldon -

Chapter 21: Un Mauvais Quart d’Heure after Another

“I don’t like it! I don’t like it a bit! but that doesn’t matter either, does it? As long as I’m there to warm your bed, you don’t care what I think or how I feel! That’s all a wife is to you - something to stick your cock into when you feel the urge!”

At this, his face went dead white and he began to shake me in earnest. My head jerked violently and my teeth clacked together, making me bite my tongue painfully.

“Let go of me!” I shouted. “Let go, you” - I deliberately used the words of Harry the deserter, trying to hurt him - “you rutting bastard!” He did let go, and fell back a pace, eyes blazing.

“Ye foul-tongued bitch! Ye’ll no speak to me that way!”

“I’ll speak any way I want to! You can’t tell me what to do!”

“Seems I can’t! Ye’ll do as ye wish, no matter who ye hurt by it, won’t ye? Ye selfish, willfull - “

“It’s your bloody pride that’s hurt!” I shouted. “I saved us both from the deserters in the glade, and you can’t stand it, can you? You just stood there! If I hadn’t had a knife, we’d both be dead now!”

Until I spoke the words, I had had no idea that I had been angry with him for failing to protect me from the English deserters. In a more rational mood, the thought would never have entered my mind. It wasn’t his fault, I would have said. It was just luck that I had the knife, I would have said. But now I realized that fair or not, rational or not, I did somehow feel that it was his responsibility to protect me, and that he had failed me.Perhaps because he so clearly felt that way.

“You saw that post in the yard in the fort?” I nodded shortly.

“Well I was tied to that post, tied like an animal, and whipped ‘til my blood ran! I’ll carry the scars from it ‘til I die. If I’d not been lucky as the devil this afternoon, that’s the least as would have happened to me. Likely they’d have flogged me, then hanged me.” He swallowed hard, and went on.

“I knew that, and I didna hesitate for one second to go into that place after you, even thinking that Dougal might  be right! Do ye know where I got the gun I used?” I shook my head numbly, my own anger beginning to fade. “I killed a guard near the wall. He fired at me; that’s why it was empty. He missed and I killed him wi’ my dirk; left it sticking in his wishbone when I heard you cry out. I would hav killed a dozen men to get to you, Claire” His voiced cracked.

“And when you screamed, I went to you, armed wi’ nothing but an empty gun and my two hands.” Jamie was speaking a little more calmly now, but his eyes were still wild with pain and rage. I was silent. Unsettled by the horror of my encounter with Randall, I had not at all appreciated the  desperate courage taken for him to come into the fort after me.

And like with so many arguments, there’s a turn. When both parties are spent and the yelling and spewed, hurtful words lead to an enlightenment for one or both. Finally revealing the hidden issues that led to the disagreement, in this case, disappointment and feeling scared.

He turned away suddenly, shoulders slumping.

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “Aye, you’re quite right.” Suddenly the rage was gone from his voice, replaced by a tone I had never heard in him before, even in the extremities of physical pain.

“My pride is hurt. And my pride is about all I’ve got left to me.” He leaned his forearms against a rough barked pine and let his head drop onto them, exhausted. His voice was so low I could barely hear him.

“You’re tearin’ my guts out, Claire.”

So heartbreaking when he admits this, but it leads to two important things: a strengthening of their relationship and an incredible acceptance of apologies.

Something very similar was happening to my own. Tentatively, I came up behind him. He didn’t move, even when I slipped my arms around his waist. I rested my cheek on his bowed back. His shirt was damp, seated through with the intensity of his passion, and he was trembling.

“I’m sorry,” I said, simply. “Please forgive me.” He turned then, to hold me tightly. I felt his trembling ease bit by bit.

“Forgiven, lass,” he murmured at last into my hair. Releasing me, he looked down at me, sober and formal.

“I’m sorry too,” he said. “I’ll ask your pardon for what I said; I was sore, and I said more than I meant. Will ye forgive me too?” After his last speech, I hardly felt that there was anything for me to forgive, but I nodded and pressed his hands.

“Forgiven.”

It’s amazingly written and when I read it, I couldn’t imagine anything being added to make it better. Then the episode that contains this moment aired and I was floored. The complete switch in view point to Jamie, in my humble opinion, was brilliant. Providing addition insight into why he forgave her and further revealing his growing love for her, making me love the moment even more:

She asked forgiveness, and I gave it. But the truth is, I’d forgiven everything she’d done and everything she could do long before that day. For me that was no choice. That was falling in love.

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