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#but I happened to fall down the rabbit hole a little into an old special interest and like I started kind of doing some Sherlock rps
solar-sunnyside-up · 7 months
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hey, something i've been struggling with recently is i've been struggling with "finding my people" because i'm a minority in my hometown, and a lot of people... aren't. they don't understand me, and often when i try to get them to understand they seem like they fall back into the old systems they were traumatized with (elitism, classism ect.,). 1/2 -solidarity anon
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Im gunna say this at the top, this is so rough and im so sorry you gotta go through this sweetie. We are so isolated and filtered into categories within our current system in order to keep that isolation and to fight solidarity and unity. Now I cannot know for 100% sure what your going through or the extend your suffering. But will say I am from and currently still live in a oil loving, god fearing, anti-LGBT, and very racist city while i was raised wiccan by a poly core family and all my gay aunts/uncles and have been dreaming of an earthship my whole life plus every summer id be stuck in an even more harsh farming community that was so small they gotntheir first street light when i was 9 and the chruch is also town hall (mayor works in a wing off of the building). So there is at least some overlap in the experiences your having.
But that being said, how I got weirdly connected to people and involved in so many projects and stuff might not work for you.
Personally? I just yelled and yelled about the injustice of the system at work, about cool forestry projects and people buying ghost towns to start up Co-loving villages. Sharing discworld and different philosophers with coworkers backed up by their fave hobby. About how terrible the conservative politics are. About how cool transit could be if we funded it. About community art projects and how cool solar glass would make things look. About drags shows and events and did you know there is A SOUP FESTIVAL? I'm autistic and have only really interacted my whole childhood with friends with ADHD so my brain is weird and won't shut up once it starts going.
As a result of my ramblings, I have gotten a lot of responses mostly ones that are positive since if they didn't agree with my absurdist philosophy ramblings or solar project ideas they'd just leave the coffee shop. If they enjoyed it, say they want to join a community garden/event or if someone was as stoked as I was about again UNLIMITED TASTINGS SOUP FESTIVAL than we'd chat about that. The thing is a lot of these things have overlap. Someone who wants to convert their lawn into a pollinators habitate prob also likes little libraries and as a result prob also likes the idea of dark sky street lights. And down the rabbit hole you go.
That being said... my best actual advice is 2 pronged.
RESEARCH and REACH OUT
I personally have done years worth of research on my city. What local events and politics are happening? Even in rural places there is at least garderns, there's engineers, there's usually a LGBT focused club. And from these spaces, you can build a network. Doing research I found out about 5 different organizations in my city (most of which was founded 40 yrs ago??) That where sustainability focused. Doing research made me realize how cool community associations could be and how I could help mine out. It also gives you all those ideas for convos.
Second, I reached out to those groups about weird ideas I had, about if I could hang up posters for them in my local area, if I could buy groups worth of tickets in advance, and than also reaching out to the ppl I already talked to and had these ppl interact. My fave example of this is T. T is an engineer who built a fully functioning solar car during his degree program but specializes in hydroponics (how we ended up talking was over plants) he than gets shown my fave farm near by and now he's building the farms hydro system and Seedling house. Writing in to newsletter ppl and showing off weird layout design. This is ultimately very anxiety indusing. What if I'm bothering them? Why should I be spamming them like this? But the secret here is-
No one will ever be mad about you showing interest in their interest once you find those ppl. They want the interaction just as much as you do.
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thecornerlot · 7 months
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: autumn + shivering 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️
Dearest Shameless Hoe Fairy,
What a welcome sight to see you here again! It's been a minute since I wrote a fic and this ask lit a little spark. So Ransom is the CE character I most associate with autumn, but floofy-haired Andy and that coat felt right.
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Sweet Surrender
Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader
Summary: The last thing Andy wants is a crush on the private investigator who freelances at his new law firm.
Notes: slow burn, fluff, workplace dynamics.
Word count: 945
It was the second autumn after the crash, a new chapter  marked by the act of surrender. Not that Andy had a choice in the matter. After his perfectly built life had tumbled off its foundation, there was no suburban fairytale left to protect.
Starting over isn't the blank slate people make it out to be, it's more like a continuation, with the past carefully compartmentalized coming along for the ride.
He still practices law–but for the other side.
He still lives in Massachusetts, spending the weekends restoring a fixer-upper east of Newtown. 
He still works hard to distance himself from his past, now for different reasons.
This chapter is a melding of old and new routines, places and faces. Some days Andy feels like he's found his footing and other days, he manages to get by.
You are part of the new.
It's exasperating at first. You bend the rules and lead with your heart. It's a wonder you'd lasted as long as you had in the criminal justice system. There's an unspoken camaraderie between you now. Funny how the wins and losses shifted the dynamic. Work doesn't feel like work when you're around. 
Then on an otherwise ordinary Tuesday afternoon, his phone lights up…and so does Andy at the sight of your name. The latter observation catches him off guard because it's been happening more often than he'd care to admit. 
"Hey, Barber." Your voice curls around his last name like you know you're the only one who addresses him this way.
He can't help but smile at your playful undertone. It's endearing and covertly intimate. As soon as the conversation ends, Andy's left sitting with feelings that aren't strictly professional.
He immediately launches a mental list of all the reasons why it can't happen. Things like work boundaries. He has nothing to offer. And even if he did, why would you want him? His baggage has its own Dateline special, for God’s sake. 
But feelings have a way of defying logic and the more Andy tries to reason his way around them, the further he falls down the rabbit hole of newfound awareness. He notices the most unexpected things about you. Like how good it feels to hear you laugh. And the delicate curve where your shoulder meets the back of your neck. How responsive would you be if he pressed a trail of kisses there? Day after day he maintains a professional facade around you. Again, exasperating. 
Andy slowly accepts his new work-life reality and allows himself this one secret, something untainted by the outside world, something just for him to enjoy. It's just a little crush. You never have to know. Nothing has to change. 
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The drive to the Thrombey estate feels like crossing into another dimension. The Gothic revival mansion stands shrouded in fog, lending to an atmosphere that's ethereal and creepy. It's the perfect home for a famous mystery author and his very mysterious death.
Your car is in the driveway but there's no sign of you as Andy looks around. The rapid crunch of gravel slices through the cold, damp silence before you emerge from the fog.
"Mornin'" you mumble, arms folded around your middle. You are very much not a morning person. 
"I know, I know. I owe–" Andy pauses when you shiver and hug yourself tighter. "Come here," he tells you and drapes his coat across your shoulders. He rubs your arms, only stopping when you sigh with contentment.
"Better?"
"Much better. Thank you," you say in a bashful tone. "Left my things in the car."
Andy's now hyper aware of how close your bodies are, how good you look wrapped up in his coat. Like you could be his to look after and protect. 
Shit.
He takes a step back to a more respectful, work appropriate space. The moment borders on awkward as you watch each other, unsure if you should ignore or acknowledge it. You're great at reading people, it's your job. And this was the slip up. It's in your eyes. A woman's recognition of a man's interest.
Within seconds, he's reduced to a high school boy trying to act normal around his crush, and now Andy can barely look at you. He knows how to command a room and can't bear the thought of you watching him with pity, he doesn't want it, especially from you.
"Don't think you're off the hook for dragging me out here this early," you say dryly. "You owe me big time, Barber." And just like that, he's back to equal footing with you. Because of you.
"I had a feeling you'd say that." Your coffee order is waiting in his car. "And I really appreciate you being here. I think someone's setting up my client and I need the best fresh eyes on this," he says as he hands you the to-go cup. He's not into adjective-laden coffees but he remembers you talking about missing your favorite café since you moved. It's a place you enjoy so it matters to Andy.
You light up the instant you recognize the logo. Seeing you like this, feeling the accidental brush of your cool fingers against his, makes Andy feel alive. The most present and alive he's felt in years.
"I know exactly what you're doing." You take your first sip with a grateful sigh. 
"And?"
Another sip. Another happy sound. "Unfortunately, it's working." 
"We're good? I'm back in your good graces?" His day's made when you offer a smile.
"Always, Andy," you say before you retrieve your things from the passenger side of your car.
You're both halfway up the entrance steps when he realizes you've called him by his first name.
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batmanisagatewaydrug · 9 months
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Um uh, howdy sex witch!
I unfortunately was raised christian at a private school where the extent of my sex ed was basically the most generic description of how sex works + abortion and premarital sex is a sin also because ur afab ur purpose on this planet is to have babies! And unfortunately that has not had the best effect on me. If you happen to have any good sex ed resources I would love to read them, and if you can, so you have any advice to not feel.. guilty, I guess, afterwards? Sorry if this message is nonsensical I'm not used to talking to people about this lmao
hello anon!
congrats on moving on from all that and seeking out info for yourself!
I cannot recommend Lindsey Doe's youtube channel, Sexplanations, enough as a starting point for learning about sex and sexuality. Dr. Doe's videos are short, lighthearted, and bursting with info, plus the archive goes back YEARS! almost any topic you can think of has been covered by Dr. Doe at some point, so you can search for specifics or scroll through tons of videos and click on anything that catches your interest. Dr. Doe also has crossovers with other educators and recommendations of other resources to check out, so it's a great rabbit hole of learning to fall down! if you like podcasts, I just recommended Kate Lister's Betwixt the Sheets the other day and I'll happily do it again; Lister covers a wide range of historical topics, some much more sexual than others, with different guest experts every episode, and always keeps it fun, inquisitive, and far too curious to be judgmental.
your other question, how to not feel guilty about sex, is more complicated; I can't just point you to a youtuber for that one. but 6000 years ago, long before I was the sex witch, I had a lot of discomfort with sex too! the thing that got me through that was pursuing more information, watching people with much less negative judgments about sex talk about it like any other topic that was interesting, worth discussing, and no more shameful or special than any other topic. like, the more I listened to other people talk about, say, masturbation as a thing that was very natural and cool and fun to discuss, the more at ease I felt with touching my own body.
it's not an easy or linear process, but the process of learning to replace shame with open-minded wonder and curiosity instead of shame is well-worth the practice and makes life more interesting on a hundred different levels, not just sex. don't be hard on yourself when you catch yourself slipping into old sex-negative patterns, sit yourself down and have a little convo with yourself. recognize that you're doing your best to think differently and appreciate the progress you've made, while giving yourself whatever pep talk you need to alleviate those feelings of guilt. do you journal? journaling through the yucky feelings can be soooo helpful for releasing them and finding some peace of mind and clarity.
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Jaime Reyes - Blue Beetle in Batman TBATB
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So like, don't get me wrong, i have loved DC for years. I got stuck on the og Teen Titans cartoon when i was younger and never really got out of DC after that. I would catch episodes here and there of Batman shows or Justice League. (100% had a gay ass crush on Shayera/Hawkgirl and Raven before i even realized i was bi - not the point though.) Anyways, I remember aside from the Teen Titans though i never caught much interest, and certainly did not stay super interested in the Batman family, etc.
i still watched them, but aside from Raven and Beast Boy, i never had much of a focus. And i kind of loved them in a similar vain to a lot of my other interests. And then it happened, thinking back on it, I actually think it was the first episode drop, not any sort of rerun, that I saw the first episode of Batman: The Brave and the Bold.
Which is called "Rise of the Blue Beetle" and introduces us to Jaime Reyes. It was over immediately - little 7 year old me absolutely LOVED Blue Beetle. Like, he became my favorite character, or at the most, more information stuck about him than even Teen Titans, though stubborn me refused to admit it because little me did not like changing favorites.
Years later, I remember basically nothing about Batman: TBATB, EXCEPT for Jaime Reyes and the Scarab (Khaji Da). it was my first introduction to the character and he stuck, to the point that years later I could still basically recount the first episode from memory.
Anyways, like I said, I never really got too much into Batman - though I fell in love with Flash from JL/JLU and that spiraled into my love for the speedsters, just, like, period. (They're my favorite family). However, i have been on a binge regarding Blue Beetle content, and I also owe it to him for introducing me to my tied favorite character, Bart Allen (Impulse). When Young Justice came out and i found out about it, the driving force behind me watching it was that I heard Blue Beetle ended up in it and i was sold, which then introduced me to Impulse and i started learning more on my own and then deep dived further down the rabbit hole of speedster lore.
While Bart is currently INCREDIBLY high on my favorites list, like, first place, he is tied with Jaime/Khaji Da (and will be because i have a special place for my favorite beetle boy).
I never got the chance prior to get heavy into comics that were DC - Marvel? Sure. But ask anyone that knows me and they'll tell you I know nothing about it.
There is not a really big point to this - I was just finally driven to watch the entire B:TBATB series (thank you @frostbittenbucky, and I was originally gonna watch only the episodes focusing of Jaime and the one with Bronze Tiger, but decided to actually watch all in case BB made any appearances).
i legit just wanted to dump about Jaime because I just finished "Fall of the Blue Beetle" and just, uhhhh, yeah.
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I used to have a discourse account and still follow some people I followed there on my main, but I've recently (read: in the past year) had to unfollow about 3 of them because they'd turned either into terfs or just became transphobic in general, and I just can't help but wonder what happened? They were transmeds (whether they considered themselves part of the group or not idk, but their beliefs alligned) which makes me think, you were so close. You had it all right there. How did you turn from seeing it as a legitimate medical thing to seeing it as people with mental problems or attention seekers? It baffles me because I always thought knowing the medical side of being trans is something that keeps people as allies. That something like seeing it as most of tumblr does, a vague feeling or just not subscribing to gender roles or whatever, was something that makes it easy to turn to transphobia because it's so loose and undefined. But seeing my former mutuals who I knew to be trans allies and who had a decent grasp of what being trans is turn to transphobia leaves me sad and so very confused
Thats the thing about the internet, it's an amazing place to grow more and more radical ideas. And you'd be shocked at how similar radical ideas are to each other, especially when they claim to be opposites.
You have to be really careful online. It's not hard to go further and further down a rabbit hole to the point of being unable to climb out. A lotta people start with very clear and understandable ideas about the world and other people. But the more time you spend the more things you see. The more posts that are specially written to make you feel anger, that leave out details, that use the worst faith example imaginable, that just straight up lie. And we've always been a society built on trusting others. Built on being social. All someone has to do is wear you down enough with "not everyone in this group. But looks at this person. And this one. And this one" to shift your idea of right and wrong, push what you think a group stands for, make you angry at them. You see enough shitty examples and you start to think it's everyone.
It's similar to the representation discussion. How much it can help a child's confidence to actually see characters they can relate to doing good things. Part of discourse is talking to people with other viewpoints. And when they keep showing awful examples it's easy to start falling for them without realizing it.
That's why it's important to also talk to people that agree with you. Look for posts that are positive. Look for good examples. Bot online and irl it's important to step back and take a break from discourse. Because when you dig too deep it's easy to get buried by shitty people.
You said you're wondering how this could happen. And it probably happened something along the lines of getting worn down from all the negative trans stuff online and all the transphobic shit from TERFs and tucutes alike. It makes you tired. The more you see it the more you forget it's not accurate. Humans are very susceptible. And we tend to go to extremes. These old mutuals probably fell into that and kept shifting their ideals to one direction little by little until it was a whole new idea altogether.
Much like my other post about how you're not gonna stop making someone transphobic overnight, you can't make someone transphobic overnight either. Changing someone's mind takes time. And unfortunately, the internet is a great way to do it since your posts don't go away. Discourse is a very easy way to start to fall into this too, which doesn't help. It's important to be able to step away, know when to listen and when to call bullshit. Not everyone can tho. It sucks. But the fact that they used to be supportive means they might come back eventually. So that's something.
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heartofspells · 1 year
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Hiiii!
So I want to know more about lies I tell myself (is it the Christmas one where they break up? Or maybe it wasn't you and I'm getting confused sorry)
And Common Scents (if snippets it would be perfect i think I'm already in love but maybe it's still just an idea)
And the Remus raising Harry and Sirius loses even if it's going to break me
Thank youuuuu💛
Heeeeeeey!
Haha! Lies I Tell Myself is the Wolfstar falling in love in their 30s that @impishtubist inspired. Set during OotP and riddled with angst, because of course it is, but we're also aiming for some fluff here as well. I don't have anything new for it yet, but I'm planning to get back to it very soon.
Remus raising Harry and Sirius losing is more of a rough idea now, with only the beginning bit written out. Basically, it's the height of the First War, and Sirius is starting to crumble. He tells Remus he doesn't want him anymore, that he doesn't love him, and they split. Sirius falls hard after that. Halloween still happens, James and Lily die, and Sirius, already too far down the rabbit hole, falls harder. Remus ends up with Harry instead and Sirius trudges through his life in a haze of his own creation. Until he runs into them years later by chance, then he becomes obsessed, essentially stalking the pair. Remus notices, because of course he does, and he tells Sirius he has no problem with Sirius being part of Harry's life, but he's got to shape himself up first.
Common Scents is...old, and not much has happened with it. Remus owns a perfume shop he inherited from his mother that caters to Muggles, but also has special access and items for wizarding kind as well. Sirius and James stumble in one day while they're Christmas shopping for Lily. Small little snippet below.
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"This is pointless, James," huffs Sirius, eyeing the cloud of breath hovering in front of his face balefully. "There’s nothing down here."
James doesn’t even glance his way. "You’re mad, Black. There are loads of shops this way. We’ve been in a dozen already."
"Oh yes, I know," Sirius bites out caustically, "but you didn’t let me finish. There’s nothing down here for you."
"Good thing we’re shopping for Lily and not me, yeah." James smirks and shoves his hands in his pockets.
Sirius rolls his eyes. "Same difference," he mumbles.
James finally looks at Sirius. "It’s really not – "
Sirius continues as though James hadn’t spoken. "C’mon, Potter, it’s freezing," Sirius whinges, stomping his feet on the frosty pavement to enforce his words. "Let’s call it a day and you can try again in a few days. Without me." James opens his mouth to provide Sirius with some biting retort or another, but Sirius clamps a cold hand over James’ mouth and shouts in excitement, "Look! There’s a shop. I think we should go in there. We’re going in there."
James’ eyes lose focus for a brief second as though he is contemplating something. Sirius’ eyes widen in horror as he realises what’s about to happen but doesn’t have enough time to remove his hand before James gives it a good, long, wet lick.
"Yeurgh!" exclaims Sirius in disgust, removing his hand and giving it a violent shake. "And you call me an animal."
James glances across the street to the shop Sirius had previously been excited about. Sirius’ "Merlin, I’ve been violated!" goes ignored. "That’s a café, Sirius. What would I get Lily in there? A cup of tea?"
"What did you eat today? Molasses?"
"Though I suppose they could sale prepackaged things," muses James, still ignoring Sirius. "Lily loves those flavored coffees."
"Wait. Is that smell coming from my hand? Merlin, this is vile. Why did Lily even give you a second look?"
"It is cold," murmurs James thoughtfully. "It wouldn’t hurt to go inside and see what they’ve got to offer. S’pose we could warm up a bit while we’re at it."
"Good man," says Sirius, patting James on the shoulder, effectively ridding himself of saliva. James glares at him. "And just so you know, using my maneuvers against me isn’t fair play." James wiggles his tongue in his friend’s direction and Sirius steps back, nose crinkling in repulsion.
‘I should have let the Giant Squid keep you that time he got hold of you," says Sirius with a delicate sniff, turning his back on James and walking towards the café. He hears a soft scuffle as James scrambles to follow him. "I highly doubt you would have plastered your disgusting tongue all over him."
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ingredientsstardust · 3 years
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#so like I've been a little lonely lately#which like sucks but it is what it is#but I happened to fall down the rabbit hole a little into an old special interest and like I started kind of doing some Sherlock rps#for those who don't know this used to be a superwholock blog deal with it#anyways it's just a lot harder to find people to do it with and the forums I used to use are dead and it's just kind of making me lonelier#because like the first night I did it I got really lucky and found someone and we actually kept the rp going over email for a few days but#they haven't responded in a few days and I'm nervous they won't want to continue#anyways I know this is dumb I just needed to talk about it somewhere#I think what's hitting me most is how much I relied on a community that doesn't exist anymore#and also like how much trauma I delt with theough that format and those characters and I want to be able to have#that back and forth through a character I'm playing#idk I miss rping and I want that back#but like Sherlock was the main special interest I did that with and like that community isn't where I left it and that's hard#and like it sucks because the show sucked but like I still look back and remember the good old days fondly when there was still hope#and just because it all went to shit doesn't mean I don't still have strong memories around the community#anyways thanks for making it this far if you did#I'm working night shift and nights I have off have been rough lately because of feeling alone#I'm okay though. i'm sure I'll get used to it soon
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sketcheydyslexic · 3 years
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Will you do ✨spicy✨headcanons? If so......may I please request some bad guy crew spice?
Spicy. Hmmm. I do spice of many kind, but if any of my friends or coworkers find this account....I didn’t write this homie. 
spicy bad sans’ crew headcanons (Nightmare, error, horror, dust, killer)
(16 + warning)
Nightmare:
Lust is one of the 7 deadly sins, so it counts to his body as a ‘Bad emotion’ even though you both feel great.
After glow would drain him a bit but the lust feeds him enough for it not to be a bother.
Your screams feed him double just feeling of lust in your system.
He’s a double meal kind of guy though, he will be eating more than just your emotion.
He’s the king, he will have you whenever and wherever you want to be taken. It’s his castle, and he’s the boss.
Your his equal, royalty, when it comes to place in the castle.
All the guys love and respect you, boss man is never as harsh as he once was now that your in the castle. You treat the rest of the guys like family of sorts, your mothering ways are always apriciated.
Ok, but like... degrade him. Nothing gets inside his head faster than the spin of his loving, motherly mate talking to him like shit under their shoe. He will work though, if you degrade him and he feels like he isn’t pleasing you, he starts pulling tricks you’ve never seen before and doing the most to make you finish. Multiple times, before he is permitted his own.
He’s got some real wild kinks, and a mate who likes to explore with him.
Anything you want to try, he’s there to go along with it.
His favorite place to have you is in his study. Your a caring lover so you bring him lunch and a coffee to give him a break, sometimes the coffee is cold by the time he gets to it though.
If he gets snarky with you instead of his normal thanks for his lunch, you get back at him. When you plop down in front of his chair, he still to this day freezes up. He try’s to not let you win, by focusing on his work- 3 minutes tops before he is incoherent, sweat beading on his skull, and begging for you to forgive him. He always gets his work done so much faster after you leave on those days.
It’s not often you get mad or frustrated with the guys, but when you do, he’s on. He’s on so fast it makes his head spin. Your voice, the way your eyebrows crinkle, the hand gestures, and those harsh commands that fall from your perfect lips.
God he wants to have kids just to watch you love and care for them, but also see that look you get when they cause trouble. Good thing he has the adult children living with him.
He wanted to record your first time together, and your wedding night. If you let him, not another soul will see it. It’s one of the few things that make him feel all fuzzy inside, because they are such fond and important moments for you both.
You are his only partner, and the only one he has ever been with.
It might have been the time era he grew up in, but chivalry isn’t dead. he is one of the “renisance man” crew.
Error:
Being intimate with Error took a long time, it didn't take long for him to touch you without thinking about it, he was terrified he wouldn't please you or you would be revolted by him. You never pushed sex on him, your touches always stayed respectful.
He was so scared that once you saw what his magic looked like you wouldn't want anything to do with him. He was so weird. He knew he wasn't normal. He knew that monsters would be discussed by him, and especially humans even if they didn't know just by looking at him that his magic was broken and is formed. He was once happy his magic formed at all, until anyone he tried to get close to, he had to tell about his magic being unusual- when he did they all were more than disgusted with him.
So he never explained further than his magic when summoned wasn't normal. You measured him you didn't mind, even if you didn't know what Abnormal his magic presented.
He fantasizes about you often. Before you, he rarely ever released himself even for medical reasons or his heats. It was always so difficult for him to finish, he had been convinced he was Asexual. But one day when he was in outertale, thinking freely like he normally did- his brain fell down a rabbit hole of thoughts about you. They slowly slipped from being innocent thoughts of how beautiful you were last Friday, to how he still could feel the strange ache in his pelvis after you popped out if the water when your friend group went to the beach- the water clinging to you, the way your body moved when you stretched in your swimwear, and the God-forsaken cliche ice cream you enjoyed yourself with.
He quickly found that that terrible growing ache wasn't part of the memory. Now he was sat in his hammock on a lone island, in outertale, with a terrible hard on. He was too shocked by himself that he didn't find it embarrassingly frustrating at first. But when his brain was forcing compromising positions of you into his imagination, he was glowing in embarrassment. He got so very mad at himself for thinking about you in such disrespectful ways.
When he did decide to take care of it... It was the most embarrassing thing to happen to him since the day he was born. Time-wise, he kind of missed having to work himself for hours and still get nowhere, because he was done faster than he will ever admit too. He was so sensitive to his own touch that it (almost) felt like it wasn't his touch, but yours. It was definitely a life-altering experience he wouldn't tell anyone about.
The first time you were together, was so meticulously planned on his part it would concern anyone who heard the full thing. He knew that it was very very strange for him to plan it out like he did, but he wasn't normal- he needed to prepare for every possible outcome. If it went well all the way to if you left him forever.
One problem... He didn't tell you that he planned on being intimate on your very special date to outertale. The one thing he didn't think of, was telling you, but it's probably because his unconscious didn't want to tell you.
It was truly magical, as cheesy as that sounds. Despite not talking to you about it, and it not going to any plan he made. It was so perfect for you both-just him and his now mate, under the stars, lost in his newfound pleasure while trying to give the most of it to you.
Body worship, he is absolutely enthralled by you and your body. If it's his kink or if it's the fact that the only thing in the world that makes him happy and provides him a pleasure like nothing else could- he doesn't know. But your body is his religion, and that's not said lightly. You are a god/goddess to him.
No one can lay a hand on you unless you allow it, Error is calm and collected, but his rivals Horror’s feral state when someone mistreats you. He wouldn't just murder someone for you, he would torture the mind, body and soul of anyone that hurts you. Unless you say not too.
You were the first to love, accept without a problem, care for, and mate with him. You are so very special to him.
He is your soulmate, it took him a very long time to realise that. It's also part of why he didn't want to rush into showing you his malformed genitalia. He didn't want to be ditched by his soulmate because he had two phalli
He is still forever great full and over the moon that you didn’t find him gross for his twin dick situation.
When you both are at it, he always says he loves you, how much you mean to him, and how beautiful you are. His heat makes this 100 times worse. He gets possessive of you during his heat. Constantly reminding you that your his, how he belongs to you, your his god, how beautiful you would look when he filled you with his spawn, how much he loved you, how he couldn't do without you, that he has the best mate, how no one else in the multiverse could protect you like he will. You don't mind much, he really does truly love you.
Horror:
He stopped having heats due to the living conditions of his old home. For a long time he was combined he wasn't going to have them again, head injury and malnutrition for so long to blame. But he did, a year after you started staying in the castle. He thought he was sick at first, before he felt that ache and his primal urges clouding him over at a rapid pace.
You were already mates when his head decided to reenter his life. So you just went along with it when he started trying to feed you and give you snacks constantly. You didn't really mind when he followed you or whined, wanting to scent mark you. You didn't even mind that he was grabby feely, he still knew what No meant. It irritated you that his speech went back to the bare minimum and started to just consist of animalistic noises.
The other guys were avoiding both of you. once nightmare was trying to talk to you about very important events. you were vaguely aware that Horror was snarling at him, a low whining growl barely resonating, and how Nightmare looked very uneasy. Nightmares collar was uneven, so you fixed it, or tried to. Before your hand made contact with his clothing nightmare was forced back a good 5 feet, a howling sort of growl was winding through your mates thheth, and horror was Seething, looking ready to kill his boss or die trying. Fear was a very odd look on Nightmare, but you didn't even notice the ends of you fingers flicking your mates Nose ridge, until they hit the target. “Don't do that!” was all you had to hiss at him for him to hunker back and whine in shame, begging for forgiveness. He didn't even know why he was wrong but he didn't want you to be mad at him. “Go to our room, now!” and he was gone, sulking that he upset his angel.
Nightmare continued too look at you like you had 10 heads for the next few weeks.
Horror absolutely adores you, he thinks your the cutest little thing to grace the universe. He is scared of you too though, not many humans look at him without an once an fear, and they especially never have put him inhis place like he was a giant toddler. he has so much respect for you because of it.
He is one of the larger skeles, not quit ‘Bara’ big, but he is BIG -same goes for the rest of him. ;)
He is worried about hurting you, so very worried. He is your big teddy bear, he can't stand the idea of hurting. Always, every time your together, he prepares you,more than you need but you truly appreciate the thought. Even during his heat with a heavily clouded mind he prepares you first.
He eats for his pleasure. He loves eating.
(period havers) One time your period snuck up on you, light spotting that's all. You would have had ruined underwear but no- you found out when Horror was feeling frisky. You weren't a stranger to calming his panic attacks, but this one was very very difficult to wrangle. He was convinced he hurt you, no matter what you said or tried to do. He didn't want you to come near him, he though he really did hurt you and you just didn't tell him because you were in too much of a vulnerable position to fight him. But you eventually calmed him, even though the fat tears kept falling down his face. Poor baby. His brain had him sure he was forcing himself on you and hurt you with his sharp phalanges.
He can smell when you ovulate, and when you do, he is attached to you. Not like velcro-like he is cemented to you. He wants to rest his head on your lap or lay with his head between your thighs much more than normal. He beggs to scent marks you heavily.
You can get him to do anything for you, you didn't need to convince him, he will do anything to help you or get you what you want. He went to a post pacifist route world and snatched up a king and queen's crown set and their entire treasury right before his heat hit. He still tries to say his mind was just hazy, but he did it because he still courts you. He's in denial about being one of the chivalrous sanses.
That treasure is now in one of your personal rooms. Its a large room you keep every single gift Horror makes or gives you. He loves giving you gifts and spoiling you. It really helps that he can steal freely. Villan crew perks baby.
He is the aftercare king. I mean it. He goes more than all out. Bubble baths in his large garden tub, he has the maids make you both your favorite foods and drinks, and hand feeds you while you soak in the tub, he washes your hair and back for you, he carries you anywhere you want to go, and as you lull to sleep in his arms he rubs soothing circles all over you.
You stay doing the most for your damaged baby too of course. He treats you like a deity because you fixed him, you helped him more than you knew at the time and still do. Losing his self, family, friends and world, falling into deep depression- not caring for himself, just doing his job and forgetting how times passes. But then his Angel appeared, took him by the hand and started mending his soul with their own. He feels better than he even before the hunger hit his old home.
He got hours of relationship advice from Blueberry and dream. He took some of it and three it in the back of his mind, and the rest he studied and schemes with.
I had been so long since he has a mate that he made sure you finished first before he chased his own urges.
Head is something of a secret weapon for you. You can be cruel with the way you go about it if you wanted. He won't put his hand on you unless you say he can touch you, so it always makes it more fun. To watch him grip at anything he can, whine and beg to touch you, and boy is he vocal when he doesn't have anything to muffle or bite into.
He really has a love-hate relationship for it when you ask him to ‘feed you’, or say you're thirsty. Your cheek and mouth pressed to him, in a nuzzling fashion- looking at him through those beautiful longing eyes. That's the only warning he gets when you've made up your mind to use him till he was completely spent, and he loves it when you get like that. Because he does the same thing to you sometimes- he's going to eat it till your shaking, screaming, and fading into the dream dimension.
He loves the look of your mouth for more reasons than he can count, your beautiful voice, your perfectly sculpted lips, how gracefully you eat, how your throat moves when you swallow or get hiccups, but most importantly- he loves the way you wrap those lips around him. Any part of him. When you lick some cake batter off his fingers, when you go down on him, when you nip and suck at his collar bone or neck. Oral fixationto the max, in the weirdest most loving way.
He'll be on cloud 9 if you tell him he is the best mate you ever had, or just give him praise tailored to suit him. Nothing makes him happier than hearing how much you appreciate him. That's probably why he dosen't try to silence himself or you.
He is a primal urge based man. your the fire to his caveman (my friend stainless made that one up and I love it)
Dust:
Wow. Okay this man swings so many different directions at the same time. He will bounce from being a savage and braking your back like a glow stick to soft and sweet all to make love to you and your body.
Possessive as fuck, he sees what he wants, he was given what he wants, and now he's damned determined to keep you.
He will let you know that too. But it's an equal kind of possession. He will snarl that your his right into your ear when he has you bent over, claiming your body for his own. But your equals- so having him on his knees kissing up your legs and wipering with that low timbre of his that he's yours, he's your slave and that you own every part of him isn't an uncommon occurrence.
It's not just bedroom possession- he has to be standing with you like your own personal guard dog often when you go out anywhere. People flirting or getting overly friendly is featured by his silently dominating presence. Cat callers and harassment won't be getting near you with a set full body armor.
he definitely has a heavy breeding kink. When he snapped and lost everyone he considered family- he craves that in a primal and trauma sense. He understands if you don't want to birth it or just can't have your own biological kids. He would want to adopt at some point though if you couldn't have biological children together.
In addition to, his breeding kink- he Loves, and I mean Loves if you swallow. It's not a food thing like horror, it's because that's his seed- the part of his magic that will make you his children's mother. Just the though of it has him gone.
He is very good with his words, sweet talker/dirty talker/praise/degradation, he's got it all and he is very very good at it. If you didn't really favor talking during intimate moments- you sure do now. But only because it's him who's talking to and about you.
Man is quiet all other times of the day. Cool,calm and collected every hour of his new life. Until you come along and wreck his shit. I mean really? Common y/n... He is a different person with you, within reason of course. Sometimes when you tease him, you don't even notice that you are teasing him (And it makes it so much harder on him.) he will slip up on his words and that stoic face will scrunch up, he’ll fumble about and lose all his normal thought processing skills. When you hit home with your innocent ignorance to your teasing he gives up and lets the blush consume him.
He gets loud sometimes, sometimes he keeps himself quiet. At moments he can get louder than you- and it's really fuckin hot. When he keeps himself quiet, it's also a highly erotic show for you, you get to watch his face scrunch up, his teeth catch his lip (or the sheets, or you, or his hand), he always has a darker flush when he tries to keep quiet, and holy angel- when he lets out those growls and whines that rival an actual animal.
Your first time was after you helped him along his journey with accepting his brother's hallucination as a hallucination. It was a rough process but he got through it with you right by his side supporting him. He expressed severe discomfort just kissing you too deeply because of the ‘ghost’. You don't know what happened in his brain- but after he had a fit of terrible night terrors, with you there for him the entire time, and you let him into your arms to hunker like a scared puppy till he fell asleep: it changed everything. He woke up in a dazed very early morning haze, only to find that that ‘ghost’ wasn't there. The thing that haunted him for years and years- gone. He wasn't proud of himself- he was proud of you both. He was on you within seconds of him connecting the dots. He craved to praise you, and finally treat your body to the love his own harbored for it.
Your first morning together was very heat of the moment, but even though he just woke up he didn't need to have his head on right for his loving thoughts to pour own in his low loving timbre into your ear canal.
He never lies. He tries to dodge questions, but your way better at keeping to the point. Do you balance him out so, well and he loves it.
All the guys appreciate you, your the stabilizer to the dynamic if the castle. You patch up they guys shredded hearts and teach them a different kind of kindness. You took the unsheathed hatred for others they had and turned it into a strange family dynamic that they needed.
He is the type to take you on a romantic date just to only cuddle up at night, then want to rock your world after eating an 3 course midnight breakfast at Dennys. (on a Tuesday)
Then the next month he will take you to subway, and strictly cuddle in the backseat of a hotwired convertible. Then a week later he will take you to a royal gala, only to shortcut you to the Queen's personally quarters so he can Ravish you on the royals pristinely made mattress. (he won't clean up, the mess either.)
He isn't ashamed of his sexual life, either that of he just likes to say things bluntly without batting an eyelash. If him and one of the guys get one of theirr arguments and the guys pulls a “how does y/n tolerate you?!” he just has to guip back and remind everyone and the lord that you are adults that have sex.
His size is... Threatening. Much like him. Doable, but towering.
He likes to rest his hands in between your thighs, your warm and squishy.
He scent markes you lightly and consistently. he want you to Mark him too.
His favorite way to get your sent on him is Begging you to use his face as your throne. once your done and he cleaned the lovely mess up, he will be saturated in your scent- but not obnoxiously so, when he lightly washes his face it masks it for the most part but for your body natrual feathery light perfume will cling to him. He feels so warm and safe when your scent is wisting around him in a wispy hug.
When he is seething with pure rage, his unconscious craves your affection. He refuses sex when he is actually angry- he dosen't want to hurt you. But he won't admit your hands running over his bones and your warm loving kisses cure any illness of the mind or body. A loving hand job and he's right as rain.
He likes rubbing you down in light massages- your human flesh fascinates him. He knows where and where not to spend to much time as to keep you comfortable.
Killer:
He likes lazy relaxation day sex a lot. A lot lot.
You guys will be relaxing in his room watching Disney in your scroungiest Pjs, and he will think you look better and any Disney prince or princess. Hell you are hotter than all of the smooth clean cut villains.
He likes to do all the work though? If you try to when he really wants to top- he won’t let you. Plain and simple. It’s probably because he is the biggest pillow princess when he bottoms. Honestly this boy.
He will get it from behind while you both still munch on popcorn and watch the tv. After a while of the lazy sex he will put his full action on you, in turn you don’t really have much of a choice if you want to finish watching the movie- you’ll konk out before the movie even finishes.
He loves your laugh. And is kind of aroused by it. Sometimes He makes joke before, after and in you’ll allow him to- during your intimate times. He just likes knowing that you like him for him. And what’s more him that being a complete troll all hours of the day?
Uh- you get dragged into his pranks, and don’t lie- it’s so much fun. You will never stay frowning for long if killer is your mate.
Killer mates for life. Your promis ring says ‘till dust due us part’ on the inside of the band. He really loves you, he couldn’t live the same without you.
He loves making stupid ass TikToks with you. Especially filming his Real pranks to post.
He definitely has moaned louder than you and made fun of himself for it later. “looks like I’m more of a screamer, not a killer”. “Killer dear, this is the dining room table.”. Error really does hate it here sometimes.
Once tried to convince you to let nightmare watch so he could feed off your lust. He really wanted a month off... actually he just liked the idea of bragging to his boss without bragging. You both knew what he was doing before he even tried to do it. He just wanted to claim you while dark and handsome boss man had to watch his subordinate claim the woman most if not all of the good and bad guys fantasies about being with.
Honestly if you have dream a kiss it would probably make him drop out of the war and move out in the suburbs to stare out at the rain and tell tales about the lover that got away. Only killer would, yaknow, kill him. That’s his mate buddy, and you keep them crusty musty busty ass lips to yourself. Talking bout being the protector of dreams or some shit- fuck outta here with that bullshit.
Dream always makes sure you sleep well. You know what he is doing. But you don’t have the heart to call him out n crush his little hopefull soul. Nightmare knows too, because he is in on his brother scheme to keep your dreams peaceful. No one tells Killer, might as well just drop a live bomb on both teams.
In his mind- anyone who tried to protect you, other than him and his closest friends, is trying to break you from the inside out. He won’t allow anyone to hurt you. And especially not take you away from him.
I can smell the mommy issues from here. I can also feel the daddy issues. Mans got so many underlying things that explain his contradicting personality so well. Same with dust.
Sex isn’t a If part of his life, even if he will perv out sometimes. He wants to show he loves you in ever way, he is good at it too.
Experience with the whole dating thing, especially with humans:: 0.
He really tries though, give him a little hint here or ther to help him along. He gets the hints faster in they are hidden in a joke.
Smile at him, genuinely smile at him. He’d drop to his knees and ask for your hand in marriage. “But I won’t actually take your hand, you can keep it. Hand collections are more of horror’s thing. But uh... I would mind doing a little fingering later?” And he will whip out one of horrors severed fingers.
Overall, He’s killer. And you love him.
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Wildest Dreams.
Imagine it's a couple days before your wedding and your friends start coming in for your last days of freedom. Only you start having second thoughts, old feelings crop up, and you end up having a breakdown.
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Words: 5.1K Warnings: This happens to be an AU with no children and Liz is alive. If a character isn't mentioned, I'm sorry. I had too many characters already.
The Mikaelsons, plus a couple of significant others, are sitting around a fire pit in the backyard of their mansion down in New Orleans after a surprisingly calm family dinner. The only one missing is Rebekah who'd gotten up to answer the door when one of Klaus' minions was dropping off some things inside. But mere seconds later she's returning, a smile gracing her lips as she reads from what appears to be an invitation in her hands.
"You have been cordially invited to witness the celebration of love between Landon Wesley and Y/N Y/L/N," she says as she retakes her seat next to Marcel. "Aw. Our little Y/N grew up so fast."
Elijah, who'd been staring into the fire, suddenly frowns. He sits up a little straighter in his seat. "Y/N is getting married?"
Skimming through the invitation, Rebekah doesn't see her brother's expression. But Klaus, Marcel, Freya, and Keelin do. "Mhm. In two weeks, but she wants me down there a couple days before for a girls thing. She said I could bring whoever I wanted, so Freya and Keelin are coming with."
"Oh. Okay," Keelin huffs. "So I guess we don't get a say in this?"
"Nope. Not at all."
Keelin rolls her eyes, but she's smiling all the while. Freya pats her wife on the back of the hand, chuckling, just as Elijah clears his throat and stands up. "Well if you excuse me, I think I'm going to call it a night."
As Elijah makes his exit, Rebekah finally lifts her head from the invitation. Klaus hides his smirk behind the glass tumbler he's sipping from as everyone else watches Elijah go with their interest piqued.
"Am I the only one who found that weird?" Keelin asks, gesturing towards where Elijah disappeared off to.
Marcel chuckles, shaking his head. "Not at all. Someone please tell me what the deal is there?"
Rebekah sighs. "Y/N holds a special place inside Elijah's heart."
"Dear Y/N is cousin to one Caroline Forbes of Mystic Falls, part of the scooby gang we once loathed." Klaus smirks. "But we never loathed Y/N."
"Not at all." Rebekah now starts to smile. "Y/N was kind, even when her family and friends plotted our deaths. She was the only one whose word we could trust and the only other person who purposely engaged 'lijah in conversation."
"We obviously thought our dear brother had a thing going on with Y/N, but he denied it every time," Klaus says. "It was because she was only seventeen at the time, but it's been years now."
"Y/N is definitely all grown up." Rebekah slowly smirks. "And definitely still asks after Elijah."
Klaus chuckles. "And it appears Elijah still harbors something for our favorite Mystic Falls resident."
"Well damn," Marcel mumbles. "We're so going to this wedding. We haven't had normal people drama in a while."
Keelin raises her glass in salute to Marcel's words. This was definitely going to be an interesting trip.
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The Salvatore brothers have given up the Boarding House for the night so you could meet with your girls. Caroline took care of getting food and drinks, and Bonnie and Elena knew it was best to just stay out of Caroline's way. Because as Maid of Honor, Caroline took her duties a little too seriously.
"Can we eat yet?" Bonnie asks, already munching on a breadstick. "What are we even waiting for?"
"I'm expecting a few more friends," you say. "They're about five minutes out."
"And which friends are these?" Caroline wonders.
"Rebekah." Caroline immediately groans whereas Bonnie and Elena look uncomfortable. "Don't even give me that look," you tell your cousin. "I made Rebekah promise to be on her best behavior and she did so long as none of you made snide comments towards her. And the other two are Freya and Freya's wife Keelin."
"Freya and Keelin? How come we've never heard of them before?" Elena asks.
"Because Freya is a Mikaelson and her story was really sad," you say. "I didn't think I should tell you when I had first found out." All three girls look at you and you sigh, locking your phone and shoving it into your back pocket. "So long story short, Freya is the eldest Mikaelson. She was taken hostage by her aunt, forced to live for one year and then magically sleep for a hundred." Bonnie's eyes widen in shock. "She escaped and sought out her siblings who helped her kill their aunt so she'd finally be free. It took them a while to trust one another, but they eventually did and then Freya met Keelin. I've only spoken to them a handful of times, but they seem like great people. Just give them a chance."
The girls are quiet after learning that, but then Elena can't help but ask, "So is Freya human or..?"
"She's a witch and her wife is a werewolf." The girls all blink in surprise and you sigh. "Please. Just please give me this night and the day of my wedding. I don't need any drama."
Your pleading expression is enough to have the three of them agree and just in time as well. Elena and Caroline alert you and Bonnie that a car is pulling up, and it's not long until Rebekah, Freya, and Keelin and walking right on in.
The tension is obvious when Rebekah says hello to everyone, but the genuine smiles come out when you greet Freya and Keelin for the first time face to face, and then introduce them to Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena. Caroline, having put her best hostess persona, then leads everyone into the dining room.
Caroline and Bonnie are the only two to remain standing as everyone takes their seat, Caroline then dishing out either spaghetti or chicken alfredo while Bonnie serves up the wine. Conversation is a bit stilted, but the moment Bonnie asks Freya a question about magic it's like the flood gates open. You're surprised Freya gives up more of her story so freely and it's like a weight is lifted off your shoulders when Rebekah cracks a joke about how deranged her family is that has everyone laughing.
The food is devoured between the seven of you and by the end of dinner you've finished two bottles of wine. The third wine bottle follows you all into the lounge where more comfortable armchairs are carried in so everyone has a seat of their own after Freya and Keelin take over the loveseat.
"So," Caroline chirps as soon as she's comfortable, "are there any other Mikaelsons we should be expecting?"
Rebekah grins. "Is this your subtle way in trying to figure out if Nik is coming?"
Bonnie and Elena giggle as Caroline scoffs, but everyone sees right through her. Even Freya and Keelin who have no idea of the history between the two blonde vamps. But suddenly Freya stops giggling and leans forward in her seat, looking quite pensive. "Wait. Are you the Caroline that my brother couldn't help but compare every female to? You're that Caroline?"
"Yes. Yes she is," you say and take another sip of your wine.
"Huh. Now I get it." Freya chuckles. "You're cute and feisty, and can apparently keep up with Klaus. I approve." Keelin can't help but nod along as everyone laughs at Caroline's surprised expression.
The surprised expression quickly morphs into smugness, but then Caroline is quick to shake it off. "We're not here to talk about me. We're all here for Y/N. I was just wondering because you know how Damon and Stefan are with Klaus."
You sigh. "Which is why I've talked to them too," you say. "I know everyone has issues with each other, but it's my goddamn wedding and there will be no death threats or neck snapping or so help me I will stake somebody." Your friends and guests are stunned into silence before Keelin snorts, everyone then giving into their laughter quickly after. You too, eventually, and then you groan as you attempt to hide your face in the palms of your hands. "I just- I don't want any issues. I'm already freaking out as it is."
The laughter fades off, sympathetic expressions taking over, and it's Keelin who then leans forward in her seat, reaching for your hand and gripping it in comfort. "It's going to be fine. You have nothing to worry about. If you love- er, uh what's his name?"
"Landon."
"Landon! Yes, Landon," she chuckles. "If you love Landon, you'll be fine." Your smile falters and you don't have to be an onlooker to know that the light in your eyes dims just a little. Your pretty sure everyone's noticed it if the sudden intake of breath is anything to go by. "You do- you do love him, don't you?"
"Yes!" You blurt a little too fast. Your response is a little cringeworthy and you sigh, retaking your hand and slumping in your seat. "I mean we've been together for three years. I love him. I do, but.."
"But he's not 'lijah."
"Rebekah!" Freya is quick to scold.
"What?" The blonde Original shrugs. "You haven't seen them together. You don't understand."
"I'm not one to ever agree with your sister, but she has a point," Elena says. "Y/N and Elijah-"
"But there is no me and Elijah." The girls fall silent at the tone in your voice. "There never was." You retake your glass of wine, chugging the rest of its contents before setting your glass back down. "Now if you guys will excuse me, I need some air."
No one tries to stop you as you go and you end up on the back patio, hopping up onto the brick railing and then leaning your back against the brick pillar. The cold air outside cools your flushed face and you try not to let your mood tumble down the rabbit hole.
You knew inviting the Mikaelsons was bound to bring up the past, but you didn't think it'd affect you quite like it is now. Elijah was, for obvious reasons, a touchy subject with you and your friends knew not to bring him up. But then Rebekah broke the ice and Elena, of all people, just had to agree with her.
"Here. Put this on." You're surprised to see Freya offering you a jacket, but you take it nonetheless and offer her a small smile in thanks. She grins, placing a smoking bowl down on the railing next to her. "Sage," she explains. "It keeps the vampires from hearing."
"God I love magic."
Freya chuckles and then after a moment passes, she says, "I'm sorry about what my sister said in there. They shouldn't bring any of that up so close to your wedding."
You shrug. "It is what it is. And if I'm being honest, she's not totally wrong."
"No?"
You shake your head. "I almost didn't invite Elijah because I knew my stupid crush on him would resurface, but then I thought I'd look like an asshole if I sent out personal invites to everyone else and he saw he didn't receive one." Freya chuckles quietly and you sigh longingly. "And the closer it comes to my wedding, the more I find myself longing for those talks with your brother rather than what Landon has to offer. I miss our talks about history and just life in general," you say. "And the more I listen to Landon talk about the latest Xbox game or the stupid jokes he's heard from his coworkers, it feels like I die a little more every day on the inside."
Freya frowns a little. "I apologize if I'm overstepping, Y/N, but do you honestly love Landon? If you continue to compare him to my brother, you're just setting yourself and Landon up for heartbreak down the line."
"I know. And I love Landon. I do, but I don't think I'm as in love with him as I once thought."
"Y/N.."
The first tear falls and you huff a laugh as you wipe it away. Quietly, you rhetorically ask, "Why couldn't your brother just love me? It'd have made things so much more easier." You're so caught up in your feelings that you don't see Freya tense or her eyes widen in surprise. "I don't even know what I'm saying," you then mumble. "I'm getting married in two days. Maybe I should just lay off the wine until then."
"Uhh, yeah. Maybe." Freya agrees.
You snap out of your spiral then, eyes widening. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry for laying that on you."
"No. Don't be," she laughs. "You needed to vent and I'm glad it was me, an unbiased ear."
"Really?"
"Really. You're fine," Freya assures you. "Now come on. Let's get you inside before we freeze."
As you hop off the railing, heart aching and mind going a mile a minute, you can only hope that your mind clears in time for you to say I do to Landon. It would really be terrible to enter a marriage while longing for someone else.
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The morning of your wedding dawns bright and early, and you immediately know you're in no shape to be getting married. Since Rebekah, Freya, and Keelin have come into Mystic Falls you've put on a brave face for everyone, but now there's no hiding exactly what you're feeling. Because the moment aunt Liz, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie wake you for your big day with party horns and confetti, you burst into tears.
Immediately the cheerful atmosphere vanishes and the girls are stunned into silence. "I can't do this," you cry. "I can't do this to myself or to Landon. It's not fair to him."
"Oh sweetie." Liz takes a seat next to you on the bed, putting a comforting arm around your shoulders. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
"I'm so sorry, aunt Liz, but I can't- I just can't get married today."
Elena shifts uncomfortably next to the bed. "Y/N, if this is about us bringing up Elijah the other night I'm so sorry."
"No. No, you don't have to be sorry." Sniffling, you wipe at your eyes and look at those in the room. "I will admit to being nervous about seeing Elijah again after only talking about him brought back this stupid crush on him, but the more I thought about it," you trail off, shaking your head. "Can I really marry a human?"
Bonnie frowns. "Y/N, you are a human."
"I know that, Bon, but after everything we've been through.. knowing all that I know, can I actually settle down behind a white picket fence and pray every night that Landon doesn't ever find out about the supernatural? Whether you guys want to admit it or not, Liz and I will always be in danger because of our ties to you guys." Seeing their frowns makes your heart break just a little bit more.
"I don't mean to offend you," you say. "I love you guys alot. But I've put Landon in danger for years now and I can't risk it anymore. Because what happens when he asks for kids? I won't bring a family into our already messy lives."
"Y/N," Caroline murmurs. "The wedding is in nine hours. What are we supposed to do?"
"Compel them to forget or to be okay with the wedding being called off. I don't care. Just please do something."
"What are you going to tell Landon?" Bonnie wonders.
"I'm not sure. If I have to, I'll call in a favor from Klaus. He likes me enough to compel the groom away."
"And the caterers?"
The bedroom door suddenly swings open and Rebekah sighs as she leans against the door jamb. "Don't worry. Us Mikaelsons have a bit of money to throw around. All caterers will be told the wedding is off and to not to mention the money they've already been paid, and Landon's family will find that they're not missing a penny from their bank accounts."
It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest. "Thank you, Bex. Thank you so much."
"Don't even worry about it," she assures you with a smile. Then pushing off the door jamb, she pastes on a smile and claps her hands once. "Okay. All vampires and witches with me. We've got a wedding to cancel."
Caroline and Bonnie are quick to rush out of the room, but Elena lingers by the bed. When you meet her gaze, she says, "If you need some time, my family's lake house is empty. You're more than welcome to take a week or two for yourself there. We'll give you some space."
"Thank you, 'Lena. Some space and time actually sounds pretty good."
"Well then it's settled," Liz says. "You go freshen up in the bathroom and I'll pack you a bag. We'll grab some groceries while everyone cancels your wedding, and then I'll drive you down to the lake house. Does that sound like a good plan?"
You offer her a faint grin. "Yeah. It does."
The moment Elena leaves the room, it seems like everything is in a fast forward motion. Liz ushers you to the bathroom where you have a good cry in the shower and then as you're getting dressed you have numerous text messages from your friends coming in to tell you how all the compulsion is going. Damon even offers to compel Landon for you, admitting that he never quite liked the human blood bag and he was glad you had come to your senses before you took the guy's last name. That had earned your first chuckle of the morning and even Liz chuckled when you had read her Damon's text.
Liz helps you put the groceries away at the lake house and then makes you promise to call her should you need anything, no matter the time. And only after you've agreed does she finally leave you all alone.
You send off one last text to your group of friends that your phone is going to be off for the time being and then promptly fall asleep in the master bedroom.
When you wake up again, it's only a little past one in the afternoon and you decide to make yourself something to eat. You eat and then settle on the couch for a little tv, only to end up outside on the dock and staring out into the water.
The time your wedding was to take place comes and goes, and you can't help but turn your phone on to see if you have any notifications. The only messages you have are from Caroline who assures you that everything's been taken care of and that she thinks you made the right decision. Hearing confirmation from your cousin eases some of your worries and you don't feel as bad about what you did.
By the time night falls, you're snuggled up on the couch and watching the best horror has to offer in order to keep your mind off any romance for the time being. You're in the middle of watching The Conjuring when there's a knock on the front door, startling a yelp out of you. Cursing your overbearing friends and their need to make sure you're really okay, you pause the movie and get up to see who it is.
Only when you open the front door you're more than a little stunned to find Elijah standing there by the top of the porch steps as he turns to face you. There's a moment where you both drink each other in and then your eyes narrow into a glare whereas Elijah's lips stretch into a smile as he steps closer to you.
"Elijah."
"Hello, Y/N."
The butterflies take flight and your heart beats double. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"
He huffs a quiet laugh. "Someone near and dear to me had to make possibly one of the most difficult decisions in their life this morning. Did you really think I wouldn't come to check up on you?"
You do your best not to swoon, smiling softly at him as you shake your head in amusement and open the door wider as an invite. "You're lucky you've already been invited in otherwise we'd be stuck out on the porch. Come on. Let's go take a seat."
Elijah follows you into the living room after shutting the door behind him and you turn off the movie so you can place all your focus on him. There's a fire going in the fireplace, but you still turn on a few lamps so you can see him properly. And when you turn back around it's to see that Elijah already made himself comfortable smack dab in the middle of the couch.
Grinning, you drop in the spot next to him with one leg curled beneath you and the other hanging off the front of the couch so your foot is planted on the floor. "Hi," you muse.
"Is it too soon to ask you what happened?"
Straight to the point as usual, his question makes you faintly cringe. But before he can take the question back, you decide to tell him. "I'm too involved with the supernatural world, Elijah. What kind of person would I be if I had dragged Landon into the mess that is our lives? He deserves to have a normal and happy life."
"And what about you? Don't you deserve to be normal and happy?"
As he speaks, you notice how his gaze drops to your mouth before quickly darting up and looking elsewhere. You try to play it off but you know your damn heart gives you away immediately when he fights off a smile. "Normal and happy is so overrated," you then manage to say. "After all that I've seen and been through, a normal life would be boring."
Elijah finally allows himself to smile. "Is that the only reason why you wouldn't marry him?"
You tense at his knowing gaze, heart beat tripling as it's your turn to avert your gaze. You'd never been good at confronting your feelings head on, especially with the person said feelings are for. So as the seconds tick on by, you can feel your face flushing. You quietly groan. "Do I really have to say it out loud? It's embarrassing."
"Y/N."
"Elijah," you retort. You manage to hold his gaze for three seconds before you break eye contact and sigh. "It was obvious I had a crush on you back when I was seventeen and apparently it's still obvious now."
"I think it's adorable."
"Of course you do." Against your better judgement you reach out to swat at his arm and your breath hitches as he catches your hand and then maneuvers it so he can press a kiss to the back of your hand. You smile sadly. "It's been you since I was seventeen and I don't think anyone can ever compare to the Elijah Mi-mmph."
Elijah stuns you by pulling you into his lap and quickly maneuvering you so your knees are on either side of his lap, his mouth slotting against yours with such ease. There's a moment where you don't know what exactly to do with your hands, but the second his hands tug on the hem of your shirt, your hands find purchase on his shoulders before sliding up the side of his neck.
It's you who breaks the kiss for some much needed air, but you don't go far because Elijah keeps you close. His hand cups the side of your jaw, but his thumb runs gently under your bottom lip. You nip at his thumb, he grins, and then you groan when your predicament finally settles in. Elijah chuckles as you drop your head to his shoulder, your hands clutching at his sides under his suit jacket.
"What are we even doing?"
"I believe you're finally going after what you truly wanted."
"And you? What about you?" You ask, shifting nervously in his lap as you sit back.
"I am making my move," he says as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "before someone else comes in to ask for your hand in marriage." You roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. "Since I made you admit something earlier, I will admit that I too have compared everyone to you. My family knew I held you above all else and they were quick to rub it in my face that you were to wed this evening. And earlier when I got Rebekah's call, I knew this was our chance."
"You're a big 'ol softy, Elijah Mikaelson."
"Only when it comes to you, Y/N Y/L/N."
You can't help but smile at his words, leaning in for a quick kiss. But it's not so quick as Elijah pulls you back in, peppering a few kisses across your mouth and cheeks. You giggle, but then that giggle turns into a groan. "The girls are going to be unbearable."
"Niklaus too, but I'm willing to put up with it as long as I have you by my side." You make a noise and facial expression as if you have to think about it, and Elijah gently squeezes your waist in retaliation which makes your jerk in his hold. "If you're that worried about their reactions, we can go away for a bit until everyone has had enough time to get used to our new situation."
You huff a laugh, but upon seeing Elijah's expression your amusement fades away. "You're serious."
"I am. New Orleans is a bit crowded at the moment and if I remember correctly you've always wanted to see Ireland. So what do you say to a spontaneous vacation with me?"
You blink owlishly at Elijah before your lips stretch into a smile. "Yes!" Your excitement makes him chuckle, but then you're quick to to come down. "My friends won't go for it. They'll continuously ask if I know what I'm doing and want daily updates and everything."
"They won't. And if they do, they'll have Sheriff Forbes to answer to." Your brow furrows in confusion and Elijah smirks. "How do you think I found you all the way out here? I stopped by the Forbes residence and Elizabeth was kind enough to point me in the right direction. It seems we already have one person in our corner."
"Jesus Christ," you huff. "Are we really doing this?"
"Only if you're sure you want to."
You take a moment to think things through, but before that moment can stretch on too long, you say, "Yeah. Let's do this. When do we leave?"
"Whenever you want," he tells you.
"As much as I wanna leave right now, I kind of just want to take you up to bed and get reacquainted with you."
Elijah slowly smiles. "I quite like the way you think, Miss Y/L/N."
"Then what are you waiting for, old man? Take me to bed already."
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SIX MONTHS LATER
Freya and Keelin have just gotten home, a stack of mail on the hall table catching Freya's attention. Her siblings are out as usual, wrecking havoc no doubt, so on her way to the kitchen she grabs up the stack to sort through it.
As Keelin goes about grabbing the wine from the fridge and two glasses, Freya starts to filter out the trash from the stack of mail. Only halfway through the stack, one particular envelope catches her eye.
Freya starts to smile. "It seems like Elijah finally broke his silence."
"Oohh," Keelin coos. "What does he have to say? How is Y/N doing? Because last I heard not even the girls in Mystic Falls know."
Freya opens up the envelope, pulling out a picture and a letter. She smiles brightly upon seeing her brother and Y/N smiling under the Northern Lights- which is utterly adorable, in her opinion- and then goes on to read the letter to herself. Her smile slowly falters as her eyes widen in surprise. "No. They didn't," she breathes in awe. She quickly scans the picture again, her eyes lighting up as she laughs joyously. "They did!"
Keelin startles. "What? What did they do?"
Freya drops the letter and quickly flips around the picture for her wife to see. "They got married!"
"WHAT!?" Keelin practically shouts. "Let me see," she says as she hurries around the kitchen island.
Freya openly laughs now. "They got married under the Northern Lights last month. They'll finally be coming home in a couple of weeks."
Keelin grabs the photo so she can study it itself, her smile blossoming. "Oh my god. They really did get married."
"In the letter, Elijah said only Caroline and her mother know. They're going to come here first so they can figure out living arrangements and then they'll go see everyone else."
"Rebekah is going to be so pissed," Keelin muses.
"I can see it now, she's going to force a small ceremony on them when they're settled in."
"As long as I get to see Elijah smile in person as he is in his wedding photo, I'm all for it. Jesus looks at how adorable they look together."
"I know," Freya says. "I don't think my brother could have found anyone better for himself. We had only met Y/N and I immediately knew they'd be perfect for each other."
"Right?" Keelin then huffs. She looks at the picture one last time before setting the picture down. "We need to blow that up and hang it on the wall. Getting married under the Northern Lights was such a neat idea."
"Mhm. So much better than that Christmas themed wedding she originally had planned."
Keelin chuckles. "I thought I was the only one who thought the Christmas theme was tacky."
"Oh no. Rebekah secretly hated it too, but she didn't want to upset Y/N. She will, however, be upset she missed the Northern Lights wedding."
"I mean I'm pretty bummed, but I'm also excited for them to get home so we can pick their brains and get to the bottom of whatever the hell they were thinking. I'm super stoked for them, but I also want to know who proposed to who and everything!"
"Same here." Freya turns towards her wife, wrapping her arms around her waist while Keelin settles her arms around Freya's neck. "But until then we got family to inform of the couple's new status. Not it!"
"Not i- dammit!" Keelin pouts, she now having to be the one to inform Klaus and Rebekah. "I hate it when you do that."
Freya laughs. "Better luck next time. Now let's go. I can't wait to see their reactions."
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ghostly-penumbra · 2 years
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Ectober Week 2021. Day One
“Headstone/Boo”
Ao3 FFN
Summary: Danny talks with a friend. This is a crossover with The Sandman, and knowledge of the character Death is required, and there are some spoilers for “The Kindly Ones” and “The Wake”.
Many thanks to my beta @ectoentity for their great pointers!
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Here lays Daniel James Fenton
Son, friend, brother
A hero, an explorer
“Let’s play four truths, two lies.” A raven haired young man said, reading the epitaph in the simple tombstone that had nothing special to distinguish it from all the others in the Amity Park graveyard.
“That would be hard, because I can only see one lie.” Came a soothing voice from behind him, and when Danny turned to look at the interloper, he wasn’t surprised to see a goth gal who radiated power right behind him. “Boo.”
If she had said that the first time he saw her, when he perceived her as a skeleton in a hood wielding a scythe, he would have been scared shitless.
But now, having actually interacted with her, she just looked like a regular goth with more perky than gloomy in her, and the scythe had been replaced by an ankh. She reminded him of a mix between Sam and Jazz. Sometimes painfully so.
“Hi, Death.” He greeted his old friend with a small smile.
She came to stand next to him and brushed his shoulder with hers. It felt right. It felt natural. It felt like coming home after a long, tiring day. And yet they both knew he wouldn’t go with her soon.
“It’s nice. Simple, but nice. I thought you would go with a rocket, or say your ashes were thrown to space.” Death said lightly.
“When I was fourteen, perhaps. Now I think simple is fine.”
“There is nothing wrong with simple.” She agreed easily, knowingly.
They stood in companionable silence for a while, until Danny finally said what had been on his mind for a while now.
“Death, if… something like what happened with your brother –Dream– happened to you… would I turn into you?” Would he take her place with her family? Her position in the universe?
The Endless looked at him, saw him, understanding in a way only she could, and said, “If I die, you can, if you want to.” She would not put that weight on his shoulders, especially when it was anathema to his obsession.
But if some day they were both ready, only Destiny knew.
Or maybe not even him.
“Oh. Okay then.” Danny said noncommittally.
The wind blew by, rustling the leaves on the nearby trees, and that was the only sound for a while longer.
Finally, they perked up.
“Hey, race you to Mars?” The halfa asked.
Death snorted. “Danny, I’m already there.”
“Yeah, yeah, you are-”
“-everywhere.” They both said at the same time, and smiled, because they knew this fact by heart.
At the grave of the one who once was the son of ghost hunters, the friend of the endlessly loyal, little brother of a wise sister, who once saved reality itself and then went on to travel to faraway places, with a flapping of wings and a spectral laughter, only silence remained.
- - -
I really like the potential Danny Phantom and The Sandman have for crossovers, and yet I found out there was none in here, and I think to myself, "How will people fall down the rabbit hole if there isn't a rabbit hole to fall into?", so now I take it as my duty to make as many of these as I can, and if you like it and feel the same, take a shovel, buddy, we have some digging to do!
But, like, this week won't be just crossovers with the Sandman, sorry.
Also, a joke that didn’t make it to the cut:
Someone: Wait, you’re Death? But Death was a girl!
Danny: Yeah, don’t worry, this isn’t my first time transitioning.
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amara-scott · 3 years
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Last Goodbye
Tv Series: The Haunting of Hill House Characters: Luke Crain x Reader Categories: Loads of Angst, Fluff (my favorite combo)
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When I got the call I booked a plane ticket to fly back home as soon as I hung up. Studying abroad used to be my dream. And usually you would want to share your dreams with people you love, who you care a lot about. The Crains were such people. After my Dad passed away Nell made sure that I wouldn’t fall down a deep and dark rabbit hole. She encouraged me to go and find my path, to accept what happened and maybe even move on in life.
But who am I kidding. We all know you can never fully move on from death. It will always be apart of you, no matter what. You just learn to not think about it all day and not let it consume your life.
A cab brings me to the location I usually would love to visit but - today it’s a location we shouldn’t have to go to.
“Ma’m? We’re here.” I glance up to the driver, he sends me a small smile through the rear view mirror. “Do you need help with your luggage?”
I shake my head, trying to form a genuine smile but I frown instead, glancing down at my wallet as I fetch his payment and a tip. “Have a good day, sir.” I exit after he nods and I go around the car to collect my belongings. A small suitcase and my duffel bag. The wind is icy and small droplets of rain start covering my open hair. I make my way to Shirley’s porch and knock on the front door, waiting. I look back up as Kevin opens the door. He greets me with a sad smile.
“Hey, (Y/N).” I step closer and hug him, shaking my head. As we pull apart I feel my eyes glossing over.
“Wouldn’t have thought I’d be back so soon. Especially not because-“ I trail off, trying to lighten the mood. he shuffles aside and helps me with my luggage.
“Me neither. It’s good to see you though.”
“Where’s Shirl?” I ask as we settle on the living room couch, Kevin hands me a cup of tea. “Thanks.”
“She is probably prepping-“ he stops himself as he looks up at me, “-everything, for later.” I nod, capturing my lower lip between my teeth and nibble at the skin. My eyes landing on an opened book on the coffee table. A picture album. Pictures of Nell. Her wedding, her birthdays- oh Nell. I place down the cup, taking a closer look.
“She was way too good for this world.” I get out under my breath before the first tears roll down. I sniffle and wipe my eyes with my long sleeves.
“Here.” Kevin holds out a tissue for me and I thank him before using it. He joins me and holds me to his side, rubbing my arm. “She really was something special.” He adds and I nod, smiling through my tears as I lean forward to flip through the pages. Nell’s 8th birthday. A picture of her marvelous cake that we all made the night before. I was over for the weekend and helped out. Feeling very important as an 8 year old myself at the time. Luke- his big glasses seemed to grow with him and he still looked like the sweet boy that he used to be. Her wedding. He wasn’t there. Well, he was, but Shirley sent him off. I couldn’t even talk to him. That’s how fast she was. Something snapped inside her that day.
“(Y/N)?” I look over the back of the couch and Shirley stands there, taking off a light coat and coming over. I meet her halfway and she takes me into her arms. The tears flowing and my heart trembling.
“I’m so sorry- Shirl, I-“
“No, (Y/N) don’t say that. Non of this is your fault okay?” We part and I nod at her, folding my arms and feeling small, vulnerable.
“Did you-“ she nods, not letting me finish, too painful.
“She’s done, the food delivered and drinks are ready. Theo is there.”
“Let’s go over?” I ask and she nods, Shirl takes Kevin’s hand and we briefly walk in the cold before I see Theo who just stepped onto a cigarette.
“Hey.” I say and she looks up, taking me into her arms briefly. A small smile on her lips.
“I’m glad you’re here. She would want that.” She adds and we all walk inside into the hallway. Waiting.
“So, is Hugh coming? And Steve?” Shirley nods at me and we sit on a couple armchairs. My head only thinking of Luke though, about what he must go through. 
“Yeah, they should be here any minute now.” I take another deep breath, glancing up and making out her casket at the end of the isle. Flowers decorating it, everything dimly lit.
“Here-“ My view is blocked by Theo who holds out a glass to me, filled with clear liquor. I take it and smell, pure vodka. Might as well. I gulp it down and cringe at the taste as it’s burning down my throat.
The door opens and in walks Steve. By himself, no Hugh, nor his fiancé.
Luke is next. My eyes water again as I see him. Not just because of the three shots I emptied so far, no. He reminds me of Nell, so much. And I missed him, I miss her.
I stand up, walking over, embracing him after the Crains are done, feeling my warm tears falling and head pounding already.
“Luke-“ He holds me just as tight, burying his face into my neck. I sob, not knowing how to stop. “I’m so sorry.” I mumble into his collar. He holds me just a little tighter then, shaking his head.
“No, no it’s not your fault.” I pull away slightly, looking up into his red and puffy eyes, bruises visible on his delicate skin. A small and painful smile on his dry lips.
My hands go up to cup his face, thumbs running across his stubbled cheeks. I lean up and kiss his left one, then letting go. He’s gone through hell and back. That’s what he looks like, probably feels like.
Hugh comes last and it’s quite tense at first, he doesn’t seem to be fully present mentally. And I don’t want to know how it must feel to lose a child. Your youngest to add to that.
“Can you-“ I stop and glance up at Luke as we make our way inside the room. He gulps and looks down, his fingers grazing mine. I take his hand and hold it tightly. Giving him an assuring smile as I nod over to Nell.
“Let’s say goodbye.” I whisper and he nods, inhaling deeply, eyes fixed on Nell. The walk seemed infinite. When we arrive at the front, her face the same, her hair perfect, her dress- I can’t help but glance over at Shirley. I smile at her “She looks beautiful, Shirl.” 
She nods at me, thanking me quietly. I look back up at Luke, who stares at her, lost in thought, lost in memories. Allover lost. Without Nell.
“Let’s take a seat.” I whisper and wait for his response, he slowly nods and looks down at me. I lead him over to the chairs, taking a seat beside him. Still holding his now shaky hand in my lap. “You did good.” I add and he pries his eyes off of Nell, looking at me. 
“Thanks to you.” He squeezes my hand and I lean against his side. “You’re all I have left now.” I look up at him, frowning. “They don’t want me.” He chuckles, pain in his eyes as he glances around the room where his siblings and Dad all sit in different rows.
“That’s not true, you know that.” He shakes his head at me, disagreeing. 
“I don’t blame them either. I fucked it all up. Instead of being there for Nell- I fucked up. I rather got high than seeing my family.” His bites his lip, trying to hold back. “And now- now she's gone. Now it’s too late.” He takes his hand from mine and leans forward, elbows on knees and fingers deep in his hair.
“I wasn't even at her wedding. I didn’t get to see her-” I rub his back as I try to hold back more tears but who am I kidding. 
“Don’t be so harsh on yourself-” 
“-harsh on myself?” He repeats, a little louder. I flinch at his sudden outburst and he apologises, standing up and leaving the room. I sit back, glancing at my fingers as tears make their way down my warm cheeks. 
“Don’t even try, he’s hopeless.” Theo slurs and falls down into the seat next to me. I huff, not able to look at her before standing up. I run after Luke, the opened front door telling me he must have left. 
I step outside and hug myself as the cold wind sweeps through the door. Luke stands by the car, trying to find the right key- that’s not his car. 
“Luke, don’t do something stupid now-” He head shots up and he shakes his head.
“I need to go, I need- I have to stop this-” He rambles on as he finds the right key.
“Luke, Luke! You don’t have to do anything besides being here for your family, for Nell. Stay. Please-”
“I can’t.” He sits inside and shuts the door, starting the car, I shake my head at him as he drives off.
“Goddamit Luke.” I mumble.
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midearthwritings · 3 years
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I'll show you my shadows
With you by his side, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Words Count : 1,547
Pairing : Thorin x Reader
Warning : None
Author's note : We love some soft and scared Thorin. Hope you like it xx
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Walking through the corridors of Rivendell, you tried to find your way back to the room that had been offered to you for the night. But everything looked the same and you were getting more lost at each turn you took. When you walked past an opening leading to some sort of balcony, you stopped. Your Hobbit friend was standing there, looking down at something.
"Bilbo!" You exclaimed, making your way up to him.
Once you were at his level, you smiled.
"I am glad to have found you, burglar."
"Ah!" He said, burrying his hands in his pockets. "Yes, yes. I am glad too."
"I couldn't find my way back to my chambers and everything looks the s-"
Foreign voices interrupted you, and your eyes fell on the garden, further down. Gandalf and Elrond were walking side by side. You looked back at Bilbo.
"Were you eavesdropping?" You asked suspiciously.
The Halfling's cheeks turned bright red and he shifted on his feet.
"N-no. I mean, not intentionally."
You shook your head and you opened your mouth to reprimand him when you heard Lord Elrond speak up. Something about a disease, and someone's grandfather.
"What are they talking about?" You questioned out loud, your eyebrows furrowing.
"The goldsickness hanging above the head of my bloodline."
Both you and the Hobbit spun around, your eyes meeting Thorin's. Respectfully, you bowed your head to the King Under the Mountain.
"Oh, ah, erm..." Bilbo stuttered. "I- I'm going to go back to.. to the... Yes."
And with that, the halfling ran away as fast as a terrified rabbit would. You sighed, turning back. You listened to Thorin's footsteps growing louder as he came up next to you.
"I didn't think you would fall as low as eavesdropping onto a private conversation." He confessed.
"It wasn't intentional." You replied, using Bilbo's earlier words.
Looking up, you took in the sight of the full moon. The night was clear and the air was fresh. Very pleasant.
"I'm sure they are mistaken." You declared. "I haven't seen you fight, but I heard stories. You will not let it have you that easily."
"Of course I won't." He snapped.
Your eyes shot down to glare at him.
"Don't take your anger out on me. I didn't do anything."
Thorin looked away and his shoulders slumped down, in shame you supposed. You hoped. After all, you hadn't done anything to deserve his anger. You let him as he gently grabbed your hand and gave it a tiny squeeze.
"You are right." He said. "My apologies."
His words dug a hole in your chest and found their home inside your heart. For anyone else, it wouldn't have been much. But you knew Thorin was bad at expressing things. And you have had never heard him utter an apology to any member of the company. Even when he was in the wrong. In a way, it wasn't fair. But on the other hand, it made you feel special.
You nodded and brushed his knuckles with your thumb before letting go of him.
"Alright, I accept your apology."
The relieved sighed that escaped his mouth was so quiet that for a second, you weren't sure it had even existed. You both looked back at the two old friends having a walk in the garden, and you silently watched as they took their leave.
"What if they are right?" Thorin asked in a murmur, his gaze still fixed where the elf and wizard used to be standing.
You turned to look at him. The soft night wind blew, making his hair dance slightly. The sadness and guilt of his eyes contrasted with the hard features of his face. You hummed pensively and looked away.
"When me and my brother were still children," you began, your eyes traveling on the delicate branches of a tree. "we used to meet with our aunt's daughters and play all day long."
"How does that have to do with my bloodline's curse?" The King interrupted in a harsh tone.
You held up your index finger, inviting him to stay quiet. The leaves wiggled gracefully as two birds bolted into the privacy of the tree.
"I remember one day, we had left the house to play in a nearby forest. After days of constant rain, the Sun was finally shining bright in the sky. And we were eager to enjoy the warmth of the wood under our palms, and our feet."
Instinctively, your left hand went to caress your right palm. You smiled softly and let out a childish chuckle.
"That day, our oldest cousin and her sister had a disagreement. I cannot recall exactly what it was about, but she pushed her. Her sister's knee was bleeding, and we couldn't make her stop crying. At that time, I have had never seen a child so hurt. And it broke my heart. That day, I promised to never induce such pain on my brother. I promised to never reproduce what she had done."
Slowly, your lips curved backwards. The silence of the night was suffocating and you were almost scared to talk again. A bird came to land close to the of both you. You watched, as the King raised his hand, making the small creature fly away. Defeated, he pulled back, as if the volatile had never been there.
"What happened next?" He asked, disturbing the heavy atmosphere.
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip. It had been long ago since your brother had forgiven you. But it had taken you loads of time, and a ton of reassurance, before you could grant yourself such a thing.
"I broke my promise." You replied. "We fought and before I could realize what was happening, I heard my hand cracking against his cheek."
You sighed and straightened up, turning to face Thorin completely. His brows were furrowed in confusion, making you laugh. His dark hair, decorated with a few grey strands, looked soft. You allowed your mind to wander, picturing your fingers traveling through his mane, imagining how it would feel.
"My apologies." He said, stirring you out of your reveries. "I still cannot see how your story has to do with mine."
Your laugh echoed in the night, once again. Reaching out, you took his hands in yours, and brought it to your lips. Locking your eyes with his, you pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.
"What I am trying to tell you, Thorin Oakenshield, is that you should not be scared of being weak."
Thorin grunted, taking his hand back.
"I cannot be weak. I am a King."
Stubborn dwarf...
"Your weaknesses are part of you, my King, wether you like it or not." You whispered, offering him a smile. "No matter how much you promise yourself not to commit such and such an act, you can still slip. But it doesn't mean you're a bad person. Your weaknesses help you grow into a better, wiser, stronger being. And even if my story is different from yours, I went through something similar and it turned out okay. I am not less of a person. So do not be afraid, for there will be people to pull you back up if you fall."
Minutes passed where you stared at each other, not saying anything. The moonlight fell like gentle autumn rain on his face, illuminating his eyes. And you wondered how such precious jewels could ever be filled with things such as sadness, guilt, and anger. You wondered how they looked when the King was happy, genuinely happy. Would the corners crinkle from him smiling? Would they shine brighter than they already did?
"Will you?"
His voice startled you and you shook your head to erase the pictures your mind had painted.
"Excuse me?" You questioned.
"Will you?' Thorin repeated.
It was your turn to furrow your brows in confusion.
"Will I what, Thorin?"
The King stepped closer, and despite his slightly shorter height, his presence was intimidating.
"Will you be there to help me back on my feet if I fall?"
Your face muscles relaxed and you felt the ghost of a smile curving your lips.
"Of course, my King."
"But," he whispered, taking another step closer to you. "What if I hurt you?"
Before you could think about it, your hand found its way upwards and cupped the Dwarf's cheek. You felt him lean into your touch.
"Then, I shall have mercy and forgive you, for I have been in that place in the past." You promised.
What had felt like heavy pressure on your shoulders earlier was now gone, and the heavy atmosphere had turned into something comfortable. Thorin's beard was rough against the sensitive skin of your palm. And yet, you found yourself wanting more. All it would take was a little bravery and some boldness, to lean forward. And you would be able to find out how his facial hairs felt against your chin, as you kissed him. But that was for another time. Tonight, you had seen and touched more than you would have thought.
Two strong hands gently grabbed your waist, sending a shiver down your spine, and the King's voice rose to your ears.
"Well, with you by my side, I believe I have nothing to fear."
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haleigh-sloth · 3 years
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So I know FMA and Black Butler are manga women have written... what other ones are there? In your recent post I saw you have another favourite manga made by women excluding FMA, what is it?
I personally enjoy reading female authors depending on the story. Of course I can’t speak for them all, but I notice they don’t over-sexualize characters, even the men in their stories. Not saying it’s all male authors who do this, but they seem to over-sexualize characters more in their stories then women? What always gets me is when men say they don’t know how to write women but yet some women do it so easily... I feel men overthink it. We are opposite genders, not an alien species 👽 Like, just write a character and just label it a women?
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Gonna answer all of these together.
First anon-yeah, idk dude like just create a human being and make them a woman. I’m not a writer tbh so I can’t say much more than that—but that seems pretty simple enough. I’m gandering that he just has no interest in incorporating female characters into his story unless it’s to draw them super sexualized in a very detailed way—because he sure as hell puts a lot of detail into it when he does this 🙄🙄🙄 I haven’t really made much commentary on this issue of his because it’s just...A Thing™️ that happens in manga and it is definitely NOT okay, and if we all really wanted go into it-our conversation could last for days about women in general being over sexualized in manga, and also just not being written into the story properly or utilized as an actual character—BNHA is absolutely not the only manga with this issue. I’m not excusing Horikoshi by any means but I’m just almost desensitized to it at this point. Isn’t that sad? Anyway.
So FMA is written by Hiromu Arakawa. Surprise surprise—FMA is one of the greatest stories of all time—in art, story telling, characters, and most importantly (to me) the ending is fuckin STELLAR. I say it a lot—top tier ending. I really hope we get one like that for BNHA.
In that particular post I mentioned my two fav manga of all time but I’ll list a couple more because they’re also written by women—but they’re Shojo so they may not be up you guys’ alley.
Fullmetal Alchemist is my top favorite manga of all time. I read that story in middle school—I didn’t leave my couch for three days and I was up all hours of the night because I couldn’t put my laptop down. And the anime FMAB is amazing also. At least once a year I get in a mood where I need familiarity and I just rewatch FMAB from beginning to end and I fall into the rabbit hole again for several months lol. It just has a very special place in my heart and it will never be replaced. This last panel reduced my 12 year old little to tears.
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My second favorite of all time may end up getting replaced by BNHA depending on how it ends—but as of right now it’s still D. Gray-Man. D. Gray-Man is written by Katsura Hoshino (who I recently found out has the same birthday as me 🤭)
D. Gray-Man is still ongoing and it’s coming out on a quarterly basis due to the mangaka’s carpal tunnel. I started this one in high school it was my hyperfixation pretty much all throughout—but due to her health the chapters started slowing down and then eventually went on a very long hiatus. But now they’re coming out regularly—just sparingly. But D. Gray-Man is a very VERY good story—like breathtakingly so. It’s been ongoing since 2004. Almost 20 years and I’m still following it—and I’m gonna see it through til the end even though I’ll probably be like 30 lol. Possibly older. I recommend it but just know the chapters are currently coming out slowly. But Hoshino’s are is just—
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Her artistic talent is unreal. Her coloring style HEAVILY influenced mine. The coloring style is very present in my current drawings. And Arakawa’s drawing style influenced mine as well.
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I have a very very deep love for both of these stories. You have no idea.
Ahhh two more manga that were written by women but also are shojo so it’s not quite the same:
Fruits Basket and Ouran High School Host Club
Fruits Basket is good—I’d recommend it highly. They also are about to finish the anime remake that I’ve been wanting for over a decade. Written by Natsuki Takaya
OHSHC is definitely not for everybody. It’s very slice of life kind of? It’s a love story. The most interesting part about it are the two main characters—the love interests. Everything else about it is just fun light hearted stuff—no high stakes or anything. There is a climactic moment but it’s not life or death or anything lol. I recommend this if you’re just bored and need a fun read. I re-read it like once a year also because sometimes I just want a good love story—and this one is it. So is Fruits Basket. OHSHC is written by Bisco Hatori.
Also—thank you for reminding me that I need to get into black butler. I watched it but I always prefer the manga so I need to get into that one. Also another story by Hiromu Arakawa is Silver Spoon. I watched the anime and it was good so I’m gonna read it to get the full story. It’s not high stakes either so it’s more of a breather story but it was still enough for me to binge watch the anime. So yeah—those are my two favs of all time—written by ladies. Thanks for letting me ramble about my favorite things guys!
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I posted 3,171 times in 2022
That's 2,492 more posts than 2021!
25 posts created (1%)
3,146 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@givemewallywestorgivemedeath
@dailydccomics
@cassarson
@comatose--overdose
@frostbittenbucky
I tagged 107 of my posts in 2022
#blue beetle - 5 posts
#👀 - 5 posts
#jaime reyes - 4 posts
#dc - 3 posts
#ohhhhhh i love this one - 3 posts
#batman the brave and the bold - 3 posts
#static shock - 3 posts
#episode list - 2 posts
#static shock (tv) - 2 posts
#impulse - 2 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#im reblogging this here bc one such character i use as a dc oc and this is pretty spot on. shes the one in the story i reblogged a few days
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Jaime Reyes - Blue Beetle in Batman TBATB
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So like, don't get me wrong, i have loved DC for years. I got stuck on the og Teen Titans cartoon when i was younger and never really got out of DC after that. I would catch episodes here and there of Batman shows or Justice League. (100% had a gay ass crush on Shayera/Hawkgirl and Raven before i even realized i was bi - not the point though.) Anyways, I remember aside from the Teen Titans though i never caught much interest, and certainly did not stay super interested in the Batman family, etc.
i still watched them, but aside from Raven and Beast Boy, i never had much of a focus. And i kind of loved them in a similar vain to a lot of my other interests. And then it happened, thinking back on it, I actually think it was the first episode drop, not any sort of rerun, that I saw the first episode of Batman: The Brave and the Bold.
Which is called "Rise of the Blue Beetle" and introduces us to Jaime Reyes. It was over immediately - little 7 year old me absolutely LOVED Blue Beetle. Like, he became my favorite character, or at the most, more information stuck about him than even Teen Titans, though stubborn me refused to admit it because little me did not like changing favorites.
Years later, I remember basically nothing about Batman: TBATB, EXCEPT for Jaime Reyes and the Scarab (Khaji Da). it was my first introduction to the character and he stuck, to the point that years later I could still basically recount the first episode from memory.
Anyways, like I said, I never really got too much into Batman - though I fell in love with Flash from JL/JLU and that spiraled into my love for the speedsters, just, like, period. (They're my favorite family). However, i have been on a binge regarding Blue Beetle content, and I also owe it to him for introducing me to my tied favorite character, Bart Allen (Impulse). When Young Justice came out and i found out about it, the driving force behind me watching it was that I heard Blue Beetle ended up in it and i was sold, which then introduced me to Impulse and i started learning more on my own and then deep dived further down the rabbit hole of speedster lore.
While Bart is currently INCREDIBLY high on my favorites list, like, first place, he is tied with Jaime/Khaji Da (and will be because i have a special place for my favorite beetle boy).
I never got the chance prior to get heavy into comics that were DC - Marvel? Sure. But ask anyone that knows me and they'll tell you I know nothing about it.
There is not a really big point to this - I was just finally driven to watch the entire B:TBATB series (thank you @frostbittenbucky, and I was originally gonna watch only the episodes focusing of Jaime and the one with Bronze Tiger, but decided to actually watch all in case BB made any appearances).
i legit just wanted to dump about Jaime because I just finished "Fall of the Blue Beetle" and just, uhhhh, yeah.
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#4
Hey so I saw @givemewallywestorgivemedeath posting about Bart from the new episode and made a comment off my main....
Now this exists
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Guys, I am terrified to know what's going down, rip
Y'all coulda left him alone!! Wasn't taking Wally enough!!
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So for those that have not heard the song - this is "The Ballad of Barry Allen" by Jim's Big Ego!
And for those of you that maybe have heard it but didn't realize - the lead of the band, Jim Infantino, is actually the nephew of the man responsible for the look of Barry Allen, Carmine Infantino! (Fun fact, according to Jim, Carmine drew the cover for their Album, Jim's brother did the inks, and Jim did the coloring/layout).
Carmine was also responsible for helping bring to life a few other characters - such as Elongated Man, Black Canary, Batgirl (Barbra), and Dead Man, and Christopher Chance (2nd iteration of the Human Target).
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Batman Unburied
So, I found this in my Spotify recommended the other day. Apparently Warner and Spotify teamed up to make it and it started posting on the 3rd it looks like. There are 10 episodes as of my typing this out.
But I figured some of y'all might like it and I haven't actually seen anyone talking about it. Here's some more info on the series.
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My #1 post of 2022
Oh, shout out to @frostbittenbucky who was painting at my apartment the other day.
And like, 5 mins after telling me to "trust the process" as I expressed displeasure with how it was coming out (tho I was enjoying smacking the canvas with brushes, and kept saying "tap, tap, tap") looked over when I was done with the grass and exclaimed in a very surprised tone "it actually looks good!"
This isn't a call out, I just started cracking up about it again while I was looking over the current progress.
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Note from me: @cassarson was actually my first follower on this blog - I see you! Thank you! Also I met one of my coolest friends thanks to this blog when I followed hers (@frostbittenbucky). I still think it was funny how long it took you to connect my main blog with this DC one smh.
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thatsbucknasty · 3 years
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she used to be mine (x) waitress au
summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.
pairing: Y/N x Bucky
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chapter 10: I didn’t plan it
Two months pass and I realize it’s only a matter of weeks before I meet my baby girl. I’ve been working hard to save more money but I’m still not even close to the amount I’m gonna need for the birth AND the divorce. It’s been really hard to put my pride aside and accept the help my friends offer, I guess I’m used to being left to my own devices since I was very young. But I love my little family. Bucky and Sam drive me home every night after closing and Wanda has been bringing me gifts for the baby. Nat’s contact will be handling my divorce and she said they would give us a payment plan so that it won’t be so difficult to pay all at once. I still don’t understand how that’s gonna work but I trust her. She’s being very strange though, but Natasha’s one of those people who deal with issues on their own and compartmentalizes everything. Still, I’m worried about her. I guess I can’t judge her, we’re the same in that department.
Old Nick hasn’t been around much lately, says he’s taking care of his health. Guess my pies aren’t the healthiest meal for an eighty-something year old man. Maybe I should start adding more vegetables to my own diet, I’m creating life inside of me after all.
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“Hey boys, what can I getcha?” Wanda flirts with Steve at the counter and Bucky laughs, he seems to be getting used to their corny, slightly inappropriate conversations.
“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart. What’s the special pie today?” Steve flirts back at her.
“Well, Y/N made her famous ‘Slutty brownie pie’ today and if you want, I could make it even sluttier-”
“Guys! Not in front of my salad, please!” Sam scolds them and Bucky’s just laughing at Steve’s red cheeks. Wanda rolls her eyes at him and motions Steve to follow her away from the group.
I come out of the kitchen ready to leave and see Steve and Wanda making out in the far corner of the counter, while Bucky and Sam talk about an AC/DC concert they both attended back when they didn’t know each other. Sam’s also taking care of his diet it seems, but Bucky’s stuffing his mouth with my brownie pie. I don’t actually understand how he can eat so much and still look absolutely stunning.
“Guys! Keep it in your pants. It’s movie night, we’re leaving!” I scold them and Steve’s blush has reached his ears and neck at this point.
“Thank you! I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks those two are such horny teenagers”. Sam throws his hands in the air and hangs his apron, ready to go.
“I think they’re adorable, but I’m tired and hungry, and I don’t want any more pie today so let’s go, where’s Nat?” I look around trying to find the redhead.
“She said she needed to be alone tonight but she’ll be at the party tomorrow”. Wanda says and we share the same worried look on our eyes.
“Oh, okay. Shall we?”
We get to Bucky’s apartment and today’s pick is on Steve cause tomorrow’s his birthday. He chooses 1986’s Labyrinth. We order pizza and sushi and enjoy the magical spectacle on the screen.
I can’t stop thinking about my divorce and all the bills that are waiting for me in the future. Raising a child isn’t cheap. Bucky holds my hand at one point, under the blanket that we’re sharing. I guess he senses my worry and tries to make it go away. I’m glad he does. Lately I’ve just been letting myself fall for him because fighting against it it’s a lost cause. He’s the sweetest guy, brings me home safely anytime he’s able to, he cares about my friends and most importantly, he’s patient and doesn’t rush me to do anything I’m not ready to do. His parents raised him right, what’s a girl supposed to do?
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Next day is organized chaos, thanks to Wanda and her frantic need for everything to be perfect. She really loves Steve and he’s a good guy. They deserve each other, truly.
Nat’s helping Sam hang decorations around Wanda’s backyard. It’s a mixture of 4th of July colors and Happy Birthday signs. We’re not doing the whole fireworks thing, since Wanda’s birthday present for Steve wouldn’t like the noise. But there’s a flatscreen set up to watch them on tv.
I’m in the kitchen, chopping some tomatoes for a pico de gallo I’m making. Bucky’s setting up the barbecue outside and I can see him from the window. He keeps messing it up and starting again, making the funniest, exasperated faces. I told him Steve could do it in no time but he insisted he’s the birthday boy and should just enjoy this day.
Speaking of Steve, he’s on his way. It ain’t a surprise party but we still wanted to set everything up before he got here.
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We’re all enjoying the cool summer breeze, watching football on a projector Wanda set up in the backyard, we have hotdogs and guacamole and chips, the guys have beer which of course I can’t have, but Bucky was kind enough to make me an entire jug of pink lemonade just for me. I’m not really interested in the game, to be honest and my bladder is full so I separate myself from Buck and look around to realize Natasha isn’t here. Since this is not my house and I need to find the restroom I ask Wanda for some help instead and we enter the house together. 
She points me to the toilet and I open the door to find Nat and Sam wrapped around each other, half naked.
“OH MY GOD! What’s happening here?!” I immediately cover my eyes and close the door.
“Y/N, you’re okay? What is it? Don’t tell me you found a rat cause I hate them so much, Gosh I told Steve we should’ve done this at my place, is way cleaner”.
“I- I- no- um. It’s not a rat it’s a- um. I’m sorry-”
“Y/N! Let me explain-” Natasha comes out the restroom with her blouse half buttoned up, makeup almost completely ruined.
“I don’t- I don’t need you to expla- can somebody please lead me to another bathroom or something? I’m about to piss myself!”
“Sure, honey, let’s go”. Wanda grabs me, she apparently understands what’s going on, looking at Nat’s disheveled state and brings me upstairs to another room.
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“What’s going on? I heard the girls yell”. Bucky enters the house and sees Sam and Nat cornered in the kitchen, looking like they’ve seen a ghost.
“Nothing, man. I think it’s time for me to leave. Say happy birthday to Steve for me”. Sam kisses Nat on the cheek and leaves the house.
“Wha- Natasha, are you okay?” Bucky stands there awkwardly, trying to break the tension.
“I’m fine, but the girls and I need to talk privately. Would you distract Steve for us? He doesn’t need to hear about this. Tell him we’re talking about pregnancy stuff with Y/N or something”.
“Oh-kay? Are you sure you’re alright though, you seem-”
“I’m fine, Bucky. Now go talk to Steve, he’s out there alone on his birthday”.
“Well, he looks fine! He’s watching the Patriots destroy the- Okay got it, see you later”. Bucky awkwardly scurries down to the kitchen and grabs a couple more beers and brings them outside.
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“Knock-knock”. Natasha enters Steve’s bedroom and sees Wanda sitting on the bed.
“Hey”.
“Hey. Y/N still peeing?”
“I don’t think so. But I think she’s crying”.
“God she’s always so dramatic”.
“Hey! You should’ve told us! Do you know how worried about you we’ve been? We thought you were sick or something! Not wanting to hang out with us. We were supposed to plan a baby shower for her by now but you’ve been M.I.A.”.
“ I know, and I’m sorry”. Nat sighs and knocks on the bathroom door.
“Y/N, come out. We know you’re done so let’s go. We need to talk”.
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I wipe my tears. I don’t know why I feel betrayed. Sam and Nat are my best friends, I should be happy for them. Damn hormones making me cry like a little baby every time something’s out of place.
“Hey”. I sniff and open the door to see Natasha rolling her eyes at me.
“Why the hell are you crying?”
“Oh I’m sorry for being a hormonal mess but seeing two of my best friends, one of them who’s married by the way, making out like horny teenagers would definitely cause me some distress!”
“Uh huh, and how is this any different to you and Bucky holding hands and making eyes at each other every single minute? May I remind you, you’re still married too!”
“Oh my God, Natasha, you did not! I’m getting a divorce, you know that!”
“Yeah, I know. And I understand and not make a fuss about it, until you decide to judge me for the exact same thing you’ve been doing!”
“Why- ah. Sorry, I know I’m looking like a complete hypocrite right now. It’s just- you guys are my friends and you’ve been acting so strange lately, it had me so worried and I feel like I could’ve been there for you, just as much as you’ve been there for me. You guys are my sisters”.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But Sam and I wanted to figure out what we wanted first and you know how I am. I fall down the rabbit hole and I keep it to myself cause I’m too proud to admit I’m weak”.
“Natasha, please. You’re anything BUT weak. You’re the one who’s always showing us how strong we really are!” Wanda chimes in and holds both mine and Nat’s hands in hers.
“Okay girls, listen up, from now on we need to make a pact that whenever one of us starts to close off from each other, we will make an intervention for that person and keep ourselves accountable for our shitty ways to cope with men, and life, and money problems, and cleaning obsessions, is that clear?” Nat kisses the top of my head and Wanda laughs at her declaration.
Somehow I feel like everything’s about to change, hopefully for the better.
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chapter 11: she used to be mine
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Under the Old Oak (The Lord of Darkness x Reader)
Pairing: The Lord of Darkness x Reader
Warnings: Adult Content
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The forest was vast in the Kingdom. The Princess had her champion, even if he was not truly hers, and the realm was restored to peace and warmth. The winter, however, still arrived, though it was not as brutal as it once was. The snow was light, and the air was bitter, but no gales battered the lands. It was almost a peaceful winter. You’d spent the winter mornings breathing the cold air, wandering the woodlands in search of foxes and squirrels as you scribbled ditties into the journal. Music was perhaps the only joy you had anymore, and even Princess Lili was amused by the folk tales. The winter, however, was gone, and so spring had overtaken the trees, bursting forth bluebells heavy with flowers and delicate snowdrops which swayed in the breeze. The trees were bursting with new buds of growth, light, new green leaves bursting from curled up shells, but there was not yet enough of them to block the sun and create a canopy. You let out a breath of warm air into the cool morning and watched it drift away into the trees before you avoided a fairy circle of toadstools and tutted.  
 “You are mischievous and rude.” You uttered to the giggling sprites which had laid the trap on the route they knew you took every morning, “And to think I bring you cakes!” You teased as you threw your lunch muffin in the air.
The sprites gasped and darted for the muffin, their sparkly magic light glowing as they each took a sniff and a nibble at the candied fruit decorating the top, “It was a joke!” They giggled as they dragged away the muffin into their mossy homes, “Thank you!” They jeered together as crumbs fell into your hair. You brushed the mess out of your hair before continuing down the mossy path, bouncing around the poisonous toadstools and circles of stones before you reached the stream. It was shallow with the lack of rainfall yet, and you hopped along the deep-set stones, wetting your boots as you went across to reach the soggy bank on the other side. The mud slapped against your boots and you laughed as you headed towards the old oak tree. It sat away from the bank; its roots protected from the constant onslaught of water which would cause it to rot in the silty dirt. With a sigh, you tugged your scarf tighter and sat back against the mossy bed at the base, breathing in the fresh air as the stream trickled on in the background.
 After a few more moments of peace, you reached for your satchel and pulled free your journal from the leather bag with your pencil. Your hand harp came out next and you undid the cloth around it to play a little tune, filling the air with a simple set of scaling notes to check the tuning of the instrument. With a twist of one string, it was into the correct range and you opened your notes to look at the new song you have been working on. It was an old ditty, something that your grandmother had sung you as a child before she passed, and you were determined to rewrite the lyrics for the new legend. The old one was a sad tale, of the darkness being born and spreading sadness throughout the land, but you figured the new tale should be something joyful, with an ending that reflected the new era of light that had been bestowed on the world.
“What have I written?” You asked yourself as you opened the page the song was scrawled on, barely able to read your own writing half of the time. With a squint, you started to pluck at the strings, softly, letting the notes gently hang in the air as you opened your mouth to hum the words quietly.
“Under the old oak tree, boughs cast shadows of dark and silt.” You swayed softly, “In the shadow sits eyes of glittering green, watching a maiden of white and snow.” The harp sung with you as you gently continued into the old verse and rolled the words around in your mouth, thinking about how to change them.
 “Darkness, temptress, wanted one true love. The Maiden’s honour was not his to tempt, and hero slayed him with the sword.” A couple of sprites listened quietly in the branches over your head before glittering and dashing down into the water to pluck at the new water clovers growing in the silt. With a hum and a flourish, you continued, “The fairest maid denied his request, leaving him in shadows and dust, only for her handsome champion, to part ways when the sun rose up.”
A rabbit snuffled at your boot as you continued, “Daylight blinds her heart, when demons sit afar.” With a soft whistle you continued on, tapping your foot to the beat as you blended into a soft, harp solo and finished with a gentle smile. The rabbit sat quietly, chewing on bluebells before it twitched, its eyes wide with fright as its ears flicked. It twitched again before bolting for the trees and its warren. You jumped with fright as a fox tore past you, hot on the creature’s tail, its teeth snatching at the cotton tail of the rabbit. With a gasp you looked away as the fox caught it by the back legs and tried to ignore the scuffle as it continued into the grass and plants away from you. There was a rush of fur and you looked on sadly as the fox carted its kill past you, dripping with blood. There were squeals in the brush and you tried to take solace in the fact that the mother was feeding her new pups.
 Silence stretched out as you scribbled in the notebook, singing soft lines as the air grew warmer and warmer around you, stretching past midday. A few sprites came along to sit on your harp as you continued to sing about the end of the Darkness.
“Darkness sleeps in hearts of man, cruelty and hate combined he thrives.” You whispered, “Yet light blinds and he sleeps he sleeps.”
“A beautiful ditty.” A voice rumbled from behind you, “In details, however, it is wrong.” A beautiful timbre caressed your ears, deep and filled with wisdom of a thousand ages.
You clutched your handheld harp close and looked around the clearing, “Who are you? Where are you hiding?”
“Nowhere. I do not hide. You are sat in the shadows.” The voice purred, “Here I am.”
You flinched as you peered at the long shadows of midday, “The shadows? No creature is shadow.”
“I am no creature.” It purred, “I am the shadows. I am the darkness you are sat in.” It promised, “Can you not see me?”
 You looked at the floor and then peered hard at the shadows of the roots before two burning green eyes appeared in the darkness followed by a great smile, pointed fangs snapping before the smile melted away again.
“I am weak here, but I listened to your song. I heard you speak of me, sweetest thing.” The green eyes burned as they watched you.
“Why are you listening?” You asked, fear clutching at your heart, “I’m singing a song of what happened.”
“And your song is beautiful. You speak of the Darkness. I am he.” The Darkness purred as though his mouth was pressed to your ear.
“The Darkness is dead and gone. He was destroyed.” You whispered to the green eyes, “Everyone knows he is dead.”
“Dead?” The creature laughed, “Darkness cannot die, for the folly of man is where I reside. Every human is cruel and foul, and so I will never see an end.” He promised with another hiss, the teeth snapping in the shadows and disappearing once again as he moved along the shadowed roots, peering out from another hole.
 “Are you here to goad me…Am I to face the pits of your foul home?” Resolve held your words together as you peered into his burning eyes.
A great, deep chuckle resounded in your ears, and you felt the exhale against the hairs on the back of your neck. He laughed again at your shivering.
“Do you think me a liar? I have told you. I heard your song and came here to listen closer.” A black talon peaked from the shadow before curling back into the darkness.
“Isn’t lying your speciality, oh Lord of Sin.” You spat as you took a step back towards the sunlight.
“Lying? It is a sin, but I do not lie. Witches have pacts with me, I do not lie to them about power. I did not lie to the oh so fair maiden in your tale. She was to be mine. If she did that, she would have been a Queen.” He hissed from the shadows, “Do not twist my words, mortal. I too was lied to in that story.”
“Did you not deserve it? You corrupt the innocent and wanted permanent darkness and death. Those are hardly good things.” You took another step towards the light and the Darkness hissed at you with scorn.
“Think of another tale to sing. Your telling of mine is foul.” The eyes receded back into the shadowed roots before glowing, then disappearing, as the creature closed his eyes. There was silence. You rushed into the sunlight and peered around the clearing as you tried to catch a glimpse of the green eyes burning in the shadows. You rushed back for your harp and bag before making sure to run into the trees and back towards the town.
 It got warmer as the week progressed, the leaves on the trees were beginning to unfurl properly and soak up the warming rays of the new sun. After a week you dared to enter the woods again, taking the same path you always did, jumping toadstools until you reached the base of the sprites’ tree.
“I brought you a biscuit.” You offered up into the branches, “They’re lavender and honey, you said you all liked that last time.”
The sprites chittered before taking the biscuit from your fingers and letting crumbs fall into your hair. You brushed at the crumbs and smiled.
“Have you felt anything weird lately?” You asked, “Anything untoward?”
The sprites paused in their eating to look at you confusedly, their little pointed faces confused, “We sense all manner of things. Black and white, light and dark. All are normal in our woods.” One sang before another grinned and tugged at your ear, “White as the unicorn, black as pitch. All is the same to the Fae.” She giggled and the rest sang a soft little rhyme about the fox and the hare.
“You’re all so useless sometimes.” You sighed.
The sprites paused in their dances, “We told you the answer. No lies we speak.” They sang again as they took the food and disappeared back into the moss and birdhouses.
You huffed at the branches, “Useless Fae and their riddles.” You kicked a pebble into the small stream as you slowly moved across the steppingstones.
 The water had made new pond weed and sludge grow over the steps and you yelped as your boot slipped and landed in the stream, filling with icy cold water.
“Oh, by the Gods!” You cursed as you hopped along the rest of the stones. When you reached the bank, you hopped a little further, into the dryer dirt before standing on a great pile of moss and upturning your boot. Water splatted onto the dirt and you huffed again as you hopped to the oak and tucked your boot against the trunk along with your other, hoping the warmer air would dry the inside of it.
As usual, you opened your bag and plucked your hand harp from inside the fold, unwrapping the cloth from it carefully before listening to its gentle noise. The soft plucking of the strings rose up into the canopy and you smiled at the noise you had always loved. Your grandmother was the finest harpist you had ever met, and you wished you had her level of skill as you plucked at the notes for the song she had first sung to you as a babe.
 “Darkness see the Light, on the break of day. Season turn cold to warm, with her never ending sway. Once the dawn doth break, the dreams are chased away. Darkness see the Light, on the break of day…” You hummed softly, plucking in a gentle cadence as the sunlight worked through the new green leaves, dappling across your face. Soaking in the glow, you let the song die on your lips as the birds sang high above, hidden in the mass of leaves from predators and prying eyes.
“Such a wonderous song.” A dark voice rang out from behind you. Once more, you startled and peered into the roots beneath the giant tree, “Sweet thing, have you come to sing for me again?” The Darkness purred from the depths, his green, burning eyes morphing into the burning orange flames of fire, “Or do you sing of me again to tarnish my name?” He teased as he raised a single claw before curling it back into the shadows, begging for you to come closer.
Fear curled along your spine, “I don’t sing for anyone. I sing for myself.” You promised as you turned on the moss to see the eyes burning into your skin, looking as though into your soul, “I would not sing of you if it were not the song’s lyrics. I have to play this for the town festival.” The confession ran like water and you covered your mouth with a gasp.
“Lies cannot be spoken to me.” The Darkness chortled, “Your songs are tales. Beautifully woven to enchant even the deafest of ears.” He complimented, “I would like to hear another, if you would be so kind?”
 “Why should I play for you?” You asked, spitefully, “You almost ruined the world.”
The Darkness laughed again, “Ruined? I merely changed the order. There is balance in the light and dark, and one day that balance will be mine to destroy. The shadows will have their time once again. It is the order of things.” He observed mildly as you held your hand harp closely, trying to avoid his intense gaze.
“Would you destroy everything to have it?” You asked, curiosity burning away at the anxiety in your gut.
The Darkness hummed, “Perhaps. But perhaps it would be best to turn the humans to my own side.” He grinned, as though a new nefarious plan was forming in his mind, white teeth glittering in the roots of the tree before he spoke again, “Play for me little harpist. One more song, I beg of you. The sound is like nothing I have below.”
“And what is it you have below, Darkness.” You asked as you opened your book.
His smile faded, “Screams and bellows. The sound of the foulest torture. There is some music in my power, but it is not that of…” His mouth moved before he spat the word, “Innocence…or purity. There is little joy in it.”
 “You do not lie…do you?” You whispered as the eyes burned.
“Why would I lie about such things?” He spat, “Sing for me, please. Play a song.” There was tiredness in his voice as his mouth disappeared into the blackness of the shadows and dirt.
“I can sing for you.” You nodded gently and sat before the shadowed roots, ignoring the burning orange gaze as you remembered the next line of the song.
“Behold the singing song bird, watch the bubbling stream. Before the dawn breaks, naught can be seen. Dreams of sorrows past, chased by the burning light. No more will they bother you, despite the aching blight. Darkness see the Light, on the break of day.”
The Darkness’ eyes lowered with the song, his gaze low and tired as his claws slid back into the roots, disappearing into the dark chasm of his own shadows.
Your voice came to an end, and you opened your eyes not to see the Lord of Darkness nor his gaze. There was silence as the leaves rustled over your head, flapping against one another as you sat, staring into the roots, wondering where the creature had disappeared to during your tale.
 A groggy noise of discontent sounded, “Why did you stop singing, song bird?” He asked, a single eye peering out from the shadows.
With a smile you chuckled, “I thought you had fallen asleep.”
The Darkness smiled, fangs exposed as he laughed, “I was close. Your music is gentle, like a Mother’s song to a babe.” He complimented, “You surely sing for the court?” He asked.
A blush graced your cheeks, “No, I sing for myself.” You reaffirmed, “One day I will maybe share my songs with the world…but not for now.”
The Darkness watched you for a moment, “I could make it happen.” He tempted softly, “There would be no one that didn’t know your name.”
“I won’t fall for your temptation.” You huffed, “I would rather sing and make the children happy than be forced to entertain the King and his finicky court.”
“Then perhaps a world without a King is what you truly desire?” He asked with another purr.
“Don’t twist my words against me. I want nothing from you.” You told him as you laid your harp back in your bag.
 The Darkness opened his other eye, “Nothing? After such a graceful performance…” He tutted to himself before he twisted a finger into the dirt and you watched your boots wiggle, as though there were invisible feet within them, “Consider this a small token.”
You watched as your boots marched their way over, under the influence of some sort of magic, before jumping and landing in your lap, cosy, lined with rich fur and utterly bone dry. They shined bright with wax polish and smelled as though they were new.
“I…” You stuttered, “I can’t accept these. They’re made for royalty.” You brushed the fur inside.
“Take them. It is payment for your music and for your craft. Wear them well, little bird.” He purred before you watched his eyes grow tired again, the orange turning green and disappearing into the roots randomly before he hummed and disappeared entirely, “I will see you again.”
“Yes…See you next time.” You whispered as the roots twisted and knotted back into place, the Oak hiding where the creature had once been beneath it, “Maybe I’ll have something new for you.” You pulled on the heavy boots and smiled at the warmth and the fit before rushing back over the stream.
 You jumped from the rocks and smiled as you looked back into the trees. The sprites bolted from their homes.
“Darkness clings and darkness takes hold.” They whispered in your ears, hidden along your coat collar, “Temptation is the beginning of sin.” They rushed before ripping through your hair, “Careful little one. Darkness tempts in other ways.”
“What do you mean?” You asked but they disappeared up into their homes, leaving glittering dust behind them. You looked up and listened to the silence of the birds before rushing to make your way home before the darkness decided to set in. The sprites cowered in their moss homes as the night rolled in that night, and the wolves howled beneath their trees.
 “Does the bird’s song ever wake you?” The Darkness asked from his shadowed hole, his eyes watching your fingers move over the harp, “You only come to sing as the Sun raises to its highest point.” He observed, “Does someone else occupy your time?” He asked with a hiss.
“No.” You plucked a string particularly forcefully, “I’m busy in the mornings.” You confessed, “I have to cook and clean for myself now.” You felt tears well in your eyes.
“What troubles you?” The Darkness asked, the tips of his claws peaking from the roots.
“My Mother passed.” You confessed, “She was all I had left.” You whispered and the Darkness reached out before recoiling from the sunlight with a howl, forgetting himself as his eyes flared with anger.
“Does her passing not anger you. Such sorrow is ill-fitting. I have heard your song in the night.” There was a flicker of something in the shadows, “Can I not offer you some solace, bird?”
“I want nothing of your tricks, Darkness.” You spat, “I want to remember her in her chair, not as a walking corpse.”
The Darkness recoiled at your spite, “I offer no such thing…Only my company. If you would have it?”
You did not keep your shock to yourself, “Truly? You won’t trick me and drag me away into your hellhole?”
He laughed, “No, sweet thing. Where would the fun in that be?” The creature teased before tugging at your bag, “Sing your sorrows. Soon, your heart will not feel the pain anymore.”
You took hold of your bag and took out your hand harp, tightening one string with a watery smile before you sung late into the afternoon, beginning the process of healing your own heart.
 “Will you stay a little longer?” The Darkness asked as the sun reached to dip below the horizon. You’d been visiting for so long that you couldn’t remember the time before you did. Your days creating were much more fun with someone to critique your lyrics.
“It will be night-time soon.” You muttered over the rain which pattered against the Oak’s leaves. You were protected underneath it’s canopy, huddled in your fur, your boots tucked against you as you looked out at the rain. The stream bubbled with fresh new water, rushing harshly against the rocks.
“Night is just the day without light. What troubles you so that you cannot walk in it? There is nothing to harm you in these woods.” He offered, eyes flickering with green jealousy.
“There are wolves and mean sprites at night. Even forgetting that, I can’t find my way back without being able to see where I’m putting my feet.” You joked as the Darkness’ fingers tested the space outside of the roots, his claws curling into his own palm.
“Wolves are not after prey such as you.” The Darkness rebuked, “If I were here, no evil is greater than I. We would be alone, to enjoy the silence.”
You noted the whimsical tone of his statement, “Alone?” You asked gently, “Alone to do what? I have no songs about the night.”
He did not miss the joke, “All I would ask is that you sit, and talk with me.”
 The rain hissed as it poured against the trees and greenery. You were both quiet for a moment as you digested his request.
“Perhaps not tonight.” You replied, “I…”
“I do not need an explanation.” The Darkness’ tone was harsh, “I understand that your kindness does not go that far.”
“This is not a kindness. I do not pity you.” Taking a handful of leaves, you began to peel them from their stems.
“If not pity, then why do you still come?” He asked with a snarl, his pointed teeth clenched.
Peeling another leaf apart, you wondered why you still entertained his request, “I suppose that I have come to enjoy your retched company.”
“You flatter me, harpist.” The anger seemed to dissolve from him, “Then why not come, entertain me in flesh, tonight?”
 “Not tonight.” You smiled as you stood up, gathering your harp and shaking the sticks from your coat, “I heard there will be a storm soon.”
The Darkness moaned softly in the shadows, “Yes. Such a wonderous event. The fear, the agony and the unrest to the land. A time for my shadows to spread further.” He purred inside the roots before his burning gaze rested on you, “Meet me then, in the thunderstorm, I beg of you, my sweet.” His claws peered from the shadow before receding.
The taste of blood covered your tongue from biting your cheek, “When?”
“The day after next.” He whispered as you dipped your hand into the roots. The cold touch of the shadows made you shudder before there was a press of something to the back of your hand, “Wear something to dance.” The Darkness hummed before his lids grew tired and he disappeared into the roots. You jumped and took your hand back as the oak tree groaned and moved back its old roots, hiding the opening once more.  
 Thunder crashed for most of the next day before the real storm swirled over the land, black clouds twisting in on one another, rolling and spewing torrents of hammering rain. Wind blew down the mountainside for most of the morning. Carefully you chose and outfit in the afternoon, shuddering as the rain bounced off your windows, twirling in the fine silks and singing with the harp clutched in your hand about angering the mother of the skies. You watched the sun set as you ate, spooning your food into your mouth as fast as you could manage before you stole away into your room to grab at the large coat. The rain lightening as you stepped outside, your harp protected in your bag from the torrents. With a smile, you bounced into the woodlands from the cottage’s backdoor, mouth open wide as you sung once more.
“Rain and wind, thunder and howl, across ye plains. Birth of life, green and root, into the soil ‘gain. As the sun sleeps, douse the land, with water o’plenty. Watch and wait for Mother to sing, about when the larder was empty.” You sang as you rushed into the woods, listening in fear for the wolves as the rain slowed to a drizzle. Your hood flew from your head as you rushed beneath and over the homes of many animals, hunkered down away from the foul weather.
 Suddenly, you were laughing, twirling into the stream as the rain soaked your hair and the water filled your pumps. A great thunderous crash made you face the sky, looking into the clouds as blue electricity singed across their surface. Another crash was accompanied with a flash of light and you grinned at the power of it before jumping from the stream and throwing your coat off, the silks attached to your shoulders flaring as you plucked your harp from your bag and played over the rain and thunder, spinning in the moss beneath the Old Oak.
“Sweet harpist.” The Darkness purred and you opened your eyes as black silk and cloth rippled in front of the tree, the roots closing with a groan of upset behind his giant figure. The clothing covering him draped over his giant, ebony horns, falling in waves that rippled with the wind. You peered into the hood and saw his orange eyes. His eyes watched you, panting, sodden with the rain falling from the sky. His clawed hand reached from within the cloth covering and you span from his reach with a gentle pluck of your harp.
“You tease me.” He offered before another thunderous crash sounded, along with his laughter. The cape hood and cape around him billowed again in the wind, the encrusted jewels clinking, and you looked to see as the silk around his arms in two cuffs ripple gently. His form was interchangeable, and you watched him float before two cloven hooves thudded to the ground from beneath the bottom seam of the cloth.
 “Are you going to dance with me, my lord?” You asked as you span to play your harp away in your bag, thrown beneath the tree.
The Darkness nodded from within the hood and offered his red, clawed hands once more, “Let us celebrate this night.” He rumbled; his voice distorted as the thunder rumbled again overhead.
In his palms, your hands were dwarfed by his own, and you held onto them tightly as the Darkness drew you in closer to him, his silks blending with your own before he led you around in a small circle, one arm outstretched and the other placed at your hip. The cadence of the rain grew louder and louder as you both twirled past the oak tree and through the woodlands, trampling flowers and brambles as you span around in each other’s embrace. Rain soaked you as you laughed and ducked beneath his arms, and the Darkness howled with laughter as the thunder crashed and boomed overhead. A lightning flash revealed his red face, sharp, angular, and long with a mouth of white teeth, his incisors long and sharp. He leaned over and you reached to catch his face, pausing your dance in a great meadow which was soiled and boggy with water. Gently, you took hold of his cheeks, running your wet thumbs over his boiling skin. His hooves sunk in the mud as he leaned closer to you, staring into your eyes as the rain dripped from his great horns.
 “I suppose you think me a monster?” He asked as the thunder rolled above you both, drowning his bitter laughter from your ears.
“You’re the Darkness. You are not man nor monster.” You whispered close to his lips, “You are balance and sin.” It seemed like your tongue was loosened, “The sprites warned me…about temptation but you have given me nothing but comfort. There has been no agony, only laughter.” You reached to his pointed ears and closed your eyes as the rain rushed over you both.
The Darkness raised his great cloak and shielded you both from the downpour as his lips pressed against your own. It was gentle at first, hot and intimate, before his teeth nipped at your lower lip and his pointed tongue pressed into your mouth, hot against the coldness of your own mouth from standing in the rain. The Darkness wrapped you tighter beneath his cloth, the silk brushing your damp skin as one large hand cupped your face, his thumb tipping your head higher, and his other skated down your chest before cupping the small of your back.
 The kiss was long and passionate, filled with the decadence of the night, some things that the light simply could not offer to you. He pulled himself away from your lips, leaving you gasping for air as you recovered, wrapped in his great cloak.
“I feel…many things, when I am with you, little one.” The Darkness confessed into the folds of his cloak, his eyes looking into your own, meeting them with a confidence you had never seen before in an courter, “I would make you my ruler.” He confessed as he pressed your hand to his hot chest, underneath the cloth.
You looked up at him as rain dripped from his horns and over your own face, dripping down the bridge of your nose in speedy tracks, “I don’t want to be a master.”
“Then play for me, for all time. Play music and inspire my name into those once more.” He begged softly, clutching your hands before he hissed, the thunder crashing overhead once more.
“Can we be together?” You asked in a whisper, fear making your fingers tremble.
“For eternity.” He promised, “Beyond and after the ends of time. Sing songs of Darkness and Love for me.”
“Eternity…”
 There was another rumble, and you took his hands again, before the lightning struck a tree in the distance sending fire and wood exploding into the sky. His hood disappeared with a gale of wind before the cloth and silk wrapped around you once more and the Darkness hefted you into his arms, bleeding black with shadows and darkness as the storm and its plight fed him power. You leaned back in awe of the sky, rain burning your eyes as the clouds rolled above you. A great growl sounded from your lover’s chest before he laid you back against a great stone tablet, made for the harvest ceremonies of the fae. Your back met the stone gently before the silks slapped and stuck to the rock and you moved backwards as a furred leg rested against the edge. Red and black merged on his skin as he took hold of the silk and pulled you to the lip of the table, his eyes hungry for a taste of you.
 “Can we do this here?” You asked, breath escaping you as his huge form covered you, the black material shielding you from the rain as he stole another deep kiss.
“Yes. Anywhere. Whenever. I adore you.” He heaved as he pulled away, his words heavy in the air as he leaned back to tear as your clothing, exposing perfection to his gaze, “You are temptation.” He uttered with another heavy groan as lightning struck the earth again, “Glorious Sin.” He moaned as his tongue laved at your neck, tasting the flesh, “Surely this is what innocence tastes of. Purity and…” The Darkness broke off into another guttural moan as he kissed down your chest, pressing his tongue to your nipples, enjoying them as they hardened into sharp peaks. His hot breath pebbled your cold skin and he moved over your stomach, squeezing, and enjoying himself as he reached the dip of your hips. His tongue dipped to wrap around you, and you writhed against the table as rain crashed against the hillside.
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