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wikitpowers · 3 months

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Ash unfolded the paper. A jolt went through his body. He turned away quickly so that Jace and Sebastian, deep in conversation, wouldn't see his expression.

It was her, the strange human girl he's once seen in the Unseelie weapons room. Dark hair, eyes the colour of the sky he only partially remembered. A murder of crows circled in the sky behind her. Not a photograph, but a drawing, done with a wistful hand, a sense of love and longing emanating from the page. A name was scribbled in a corner: Drusilla Blackthorn.

Drusilla. She looked lonely, Ash thought, but determined as well, as if a hope lived behind those summer-blue eyes, a hope that could not be quenched by loss, a hope too strong to feel despair.

Ash's heart was pounding, though he could not have said why. Hastily, he folded the drawing and thrust it into his pocket.

there is literally nothing (and i mean nothing) that anyone could say that would convince me that ash doesn't have the biggest crush on dru blackthorn idfc.

LET ME TELL YOU this ain't platonic in the slightest, okay?

NOW FOR THOSE WHO HAVE TIME I WANNA ANALYSE THIS BC I HAVE ISSUES WELCOME

this one is for the folks who doubt morgenthorn will be endgame *peace out*

like the "her" being in italics is already sus enough because he's like "omg it's the pretty girl i saw that one time *blushes furiously*" and then he seems so pleased to finally know her name????? drusilla???? and then like examines the drawing so thoroughly it’s actually mental???? he thinks she’s the most gorgeous human to ever walk the earth (and he’s not wrong)

and to top it all off he’s all “hmmm my heart is beating kinda fast lolsies i wonder why” and then wait for it HE FUCKING TAKES THE DRAWING!!! LIKE HE FOLDS IT AND PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET BC OFC HE DOES!!!! HE HAS TO LOOK AT IT IN HIS FREE TIME U KNOW BC THAT’S WHAT U DO (when ur a freaking simp)!!! he is so so whipped already and twp hasn’t even been released pls i’m so far gone for them save me

dru is getting like properly thirsted over AND FUCKING RIGHTFULLY SO bc she’s an absolute goddess and we all know it… and ash is the drusilla blackthorn fanclub founder idc like god he is gonna have it SO bad for her in twp and guys when she finds out he kept the drawing all these years, i will simply evaporate out of existence

morgenthorn is gonna be my downfall mark my words

i can’t wait yay A N G S T😀

[pterodactyl screech]

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dinosauremojii · 4 months

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I absolutely adore Callisto in A Necessary Evil. “Xena! What if we both ate the ambrosia so we could fight each other forever! :)”

Just say you want to kiss her. You’re allowed to want to kiss her.

#callisto is a little bit drusilla coded i think #‘you made me into this monster. let’s make out’#xwp #Callisto #xena warrior princess

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faith-lehane-summers · 2 months

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hello!! you can call me robin :) i use any pronouns

here is a list of topics and things you can expect on this blog

Topics

buffy. both the character and the show.

fuffy. faith x buffy. whatever you want to call it, i’m rotating them in my head, i’m insane, etc. etc.

also very fond of cordelia, willow, spike, giles, jenny, ethan, etc.

have an odd and inordinate fondness for quite a lot of the characters actually

(i also quite like spangel. toxic yuri AND yaoi here)

Things

there will probably be art! i think i’ll reblog all my buffy posts from my art blog here so that buffy enjoyers are not inunduated w/ the other posts lmao. (@hambbyong is the art blog)

I’ve got a fuffy animatic in the works!!

there will probably be (light) meta and theme analysis but in the sense of me speaking derangedly to a corkboard and connecting things w red string

i will be insane. whenever i get fic written it’ll probably go here

I occasionally edit? So maybe that.

whatever other random buffy-related thoughts I have

i love talking to people!! and im thinking abt buffy literally constantly!! my dm’s? open. asks? open.

I follow and reply from @prinzessinkaugummi :)

this is not a safe space for terfs or other general nast.

tags below :)) (ill try and update but No Promises)

faith- #faith lehane loml

buffy- #buffy <333

fuffy- #this too is fuffy

willow- #best witch!!!

giles- #giles loml (loser of my life)

ethan rayne- #e☔️

spangel- #🌟spangel🌟🏳️‍🌈

scoobies- #scoobies

angel- #👼🏻

spike- #BBB

spike and drusilla- spikeywikey and drusilla

xander- #one eye

cordelia- princess of sunnydale!

kennedy- slayer jfk

(to be updated)

(bonus points if you figure out my dumb puns)

#faith lehane loml #buffy <333 #this too is fuffy #best witch!!!#👼🏻#🌟spangel🌟🏳️‍🌈#scoobies #giles loml (loser of my life)#e ☔️#spikeywikey and drusilla #fuffy #faith lehane #buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #princess of sunnydale!#one eye #BBB

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 months

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Starlight, Chapter Three:

pairing: fae!ezra prospect x princess!oc (Marigold)

rating: M (my blog is 18+ only, minors dni, dual/alternating POV, depression, magic/fantasy elements, ezra's got a plan but mari's got no fuckin clue)

wc: 5.2k

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EZRA

Though I awoke most mornings to a familiar bit of shame blossoming inside my chest like a rotted flower straight from Hel, this morning was accompanied by a horrible guilt that only took two seconds of consciousness to place.

Marigold.

Thinking of her face—her perfect, heartbreaking, soul-consuming face—when she came down the staircase after…

I didn’t want to think of what she must’ve endured at the hands of her new husband. Another thing to repent for. But it was more than that that plagued me, forcing me into sending a very angry and jealous Emita away last night. It was the look of betrayal written in Mari’s eyes as she saw Emita and I together, as if it had been the final straw to break her.

I wanted to console her, to assure her that what Emita and I shared was nothing more than a friendly service to one another—at least on my part—but she wouldn’t let me. I didn’t blame her then and I don’t blame her now as I lay in my all-too cold bed, staring up at the dark green curtains draped above the four-poster frame. The only thing to remind me of home, of my purpose for being here.

It had been my fault—all of it. I was the one who selfishly arranged all of this. The one who had secrets to hide. The one to ignore all of my well thought out plans in favor of more time with her, more of her trust, more of that sunbaked light that would have radiated from her even if I wasn’t born to spot it.

The light to my dark. The reason this all started, and the reason it all could come crumbling down before me.

MARIGOLD

I didn’t leave my suite for three days following my wedding night.

I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Kaius, and it seemed he felt the same way about me. I hadn’t received any visits from guards informing me that the King requested my presence, and though I felt relieved at the thought of not having to lay beneath him again, I couldn’t shake the feeling of insecurity that followed.

I longed to have some older, seasoned, trustworthy woman around me to offer advice, to rid me of my insecurity and assure me that I’d done nothing wrong. But all I had was Drusilla, and she was only a girl. It didn’t feel right placing my adult issues on her shoulders, and so, I kept to myself.

She only visited twice a day, once in the morning to dress me and style my hair, and once in the evening to bathe and dress me for bed. I urged her to talk, even when I kept silent, just to hear her voice that sounded so much like my eldest sister’s did when I was just a little girl and she was Drusilla’s age. Drusilla didn’t seem to mind, even though her eyes told me she yearned to hear me speak instead, if only just to be sure I was still capable.

Tonight, I was more quiet than usual as I sat in the front of the fireplace in my suite’s sitting room, staring at myself in the reflection of the large window leading out into pure blank night. My golden brown skin had faded into dullness even with the glow of the fire, my eyes both swollen and darkened by my tears and lack of sleep. My lips were cracked, my cheeks hollow. I looked nothing like myself and exactly like I felt.

Knocks rang on the main door, but I didn’t welcome anyone in. I couldn’t. My voice wouldn’t come even if I tried to muster the energy to speak. My guest must’ve either realized that or disregarded their manners entirely because within a minute, the door opened and two sets of footsteps along with the squeak of a rolling cart began to fill the crushing silence all around me.

“Mari,” Drusilla’s young voice sounded, a warm and familiar balm to the icy ache in my chest. “I’ve brought your dinner.”

I turned, planning to give her a nod and the closest thing to a smile I could muster, but Ezra’s presence behind her wiped all tenderness from me. I gave him a disapproving look that I hope conveyed my disinterest in his company before turning back to the fire.

“We thought we’d eat with you,” Drusilla persisted, the clatter of plates being laid on the table in the dining room beside me forcing my eyes to close in defeat. “The Great Hall is packed with soldiers and noblemen. Not exactly the place for a girl. At least this girl.”

I made myself nod, my head slightly turning in the direction of the armchair beside the one I was seated in. Ezra’s presence was unbearable. Suffocating. Yet still as intoxicating as it had been before my world shifted on its axis when I caught him and Lady Emita in the hall.

“I wanted to check in on you,” he began, his voice low enough that Drusilla wouldn’t overhear it in the next room. “And I apologize for it taking so long for me to do so. I’ve been…occupied.”

“There was no need.” I surprised myself with my own voice after not hearing it for so long.

“Regardless,” he managed, though I could see he was struggling with his own shock. “It’s my duty to ensure your welfare.”

I scoffed—or perhaps it was more of a laugh—and shook my head.

“I’m perfectly well,” I assured, however much of a lie it had been.

“You don’t look well,” he noted, his eyes darting across each of my dull, lifeless features. “You look…broken.”

I didn’t mask my rage, those same features sharpening as I stood up and faced him. He looked rattled, perhaps even a bit fearful, but remained seated.

“I wasn’t his to break and I am not yours to fix,” I seethed. “Find somewhere else to eat your dinner.”

“Marigold,” he pleaded, soft and gentle, but no less desperate.

“Leave me.” I ordered him away like a peasant, causing his eyes to sharpen a bit. “I am your Queen, and I am ordering you to leave me. So leave.”

Ezra stood, his jaw settling with a grind that told me he had many things he wished to say in retort but refrained. I watched him walk away with a look of pure hatred while fighting the feeling of pure longing swelling inside me, ready to suffocate me.

“Mari,” Drusilla scolded, her purple eyes fixing on mine as she lingered in the archway of the dining room. “I like the Hand. He’s kind.”

“Kind men don’t work for men like Kaius,” I replied, dry and cold. The tone shocked her into silence, and I immediately felt sick with regret.

She deserved none of my anger, and yet, here I was doling it out.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, crumbling back into my chair. “I’m just…tired.”

“You’ve been tired ever since your wedding,” she noted, quietly creeping into the spot Ezra had sat in just moments before. “It’s worrying, not only to me but…the Hand. The two of you seemed to behave like friends before. What happened?”

“Adult things, Dru,” I managed. “Things that I don’t want you having to shoulder.”

“Did he…did he hurt you?” she asked, careful but concerned. I turned to her, my eyes softened.

“The Hand did not physically hurt me,” I replied, my words chosen carefully.

No, he didn’t physically hurt me, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from the wounds caused by the sight of him with another woman. No, he didn’t hurt me, but wasn’t it worth mentioning that I hadn’t once thought of what Kaius did to me? That the thought of Ezra with another person took precedence over that?

“Then why—“

“The food is getting cold,” I said, deciding that even though the thought of eating with this pit inside my chest made my stomach turn, I would do it just to avoid more questions.

Drusilla took the seat beside me at the table and eagerly began on her plate, the silence pouring over us more comfortable than all the questions for the time being. But given the curious and persistent young woman she was, it didn’t last long.

“I know you hate him, but I like him,” she offered in between bites. “And I trust him.”

“Why?” I didn’t know why I asked, or why it was so important to me that he’d earned her trust. Trust that was not easily given over given her background.

“He could have thrown me into a room no bigger than a dungeon like all the other servants, but he didn’t. He set me up in a real bedroom, with a giant bed and books to read. When I made a comment about the lack of female servants and the unease I felt because of the male servant’s gazes, he could have ignored me, or told me to get over it, but he didn’t. He went out and hired a whole team of women from the shelters in town, and then he went and got rid of all the men I’d said had lingering eyes.” I focused my eyes on my plate, pushing around peas to arrange them into different shapes. Anything to distract myself from the fact that Ezra, however uninterested in me, might actually be a decent man. “And with you—“ My eyes shot to hers. A warning, and an invitation. “I’m no expert when it comes to royal protocol, but I can’t imagine it’s customary for the King’s Hand to take such care of his Queen. He has duties, an entire army to oversee, and yet, he’s stopped me in the halls morning, noon, and night to ask about you. To ask if you’re eating, to ask if you’re sleeping, to…ask. He cares for you, Mari, in a way I’m not quite capable of understanding yet. But even in my inexperience and naivety, I can see that you care too.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, my shoulders shrugging instead.

“I don’t care, and neither does he,” I managed, soft but firm. “That is how it’s supposed to be and how it will remain.”

“Mari—“

“Finish your sprouts,” I scolded, tapping the rim of her plate with my fork. She gave me a look that screamed pure adolescent disdain, but obeyed, stabbing into the sprout like she had a vendetta. I watched as she lifted it to her mouth and made a face as she chewed, a smile creeping its way onto my face at the simplicity of this moment.

No awful husbands, no infuriating Hand’s, just two girls having a meal together, doing all they can to make the other feel better.

“I’m sorry for my mood lately,” I said, helping her clear the table after our dinner was finished. “I’m still adjusting to this new life, but…having you in it has been a bright light to all this darkness. I just needed you to know that.”

Drusilla frowned, but there was no sadness in her eyes. Instead, she looked…well, she looked happy. As if she had been waiting for this reassurance.

“Sisters,” she smiled, offering me her pinky. I chuckled, once again shocked at the sound, and coiled my own pinky around hers. A promise, one that neither of us took lightly.

“Sisters.”

After two more days of total isolation, I began to go stir crazy. I read myself into slump of boredom, then played the pianoforte until the music began to sound like nails raking across stone, before finally resorting to a bit of physical labor by rearranging my sitting room not once, not twice, but three times until Drusilla was begging me to go out and expel some of my energy on Ezra’s soldiers. That I declined, but agreed to give her some reprieve from my company by going for a long, hopefully draining, walk.

I decided to stay in the castle to avoid unnecessary stares from the men training out in the snowy courtyard, even if these stone walls reminded me of my helplessness. My prison sentence.

Kaius’s quarters took up the entirety of the West Wing of the castle, all five floors reserved for him and whoever was unfortunate enough to be invited. I had no interest in exploring his multiple council rooms, private suites, and torture chambers anyway.

As I walked through the first floor of the East Wing, I managed to lose all sense of direction, the dark, lamplit stone walls all blending in together until I found myself in a narrow corridor, lit by only a few torches. The hair on my arms stood, a sense of dread and unease curdling my stomach until I was sure my lunch would find its way onto the stone beneath my slippers.

I reached a corner in the hall, the corridor to my left shrouded in darkness so black I swore I had stumbled upon hell itself, but it was the giant stone door on my right that wrought the most fear. It wasn’t particularly menacing, it’s stone the same as the one leading into my suite, but it was the lock hanging by the doorknob that startled me.

What was so dangerous in this castle that it had to be locked inside? And more importantly, who held the key to unlocking this monster?

“I wouldn’t go adventuring in there,” a familiar voice, Ezra’s voice, spoke from around the shadowy corner. I gasped, clutching my chest to soothe the hard thump of my heart. When the fear subsided and irritation set in, I glared at him, watching as he came closer into the faint torchlight. He was dressed in his leathers—he must have been outside training with his men.

“Do you just stand and wait in the shadows praying that you’ll stumble across someone you can pester?” I spat, not failing to notice the slight lift of one of his brows.

“No,” he said, fighting back a smirk. “Just you, Your Majesty.”

I didn’t bother fighting back an eye roll.

“What’s in there?” I finally caved, pointing at the door to my right.

“I’d tell you, but I doubt you’ll be able to sleep knowing what lies under the same roof as you,” he said, sincerity thick in his tone. I shivered and took him for his word. “If you’re looking to explore, though, I could show you other, less haunting parts of the estate.”

I fought a sneer away at his offer. Given the way my heart still pounded in his presence, I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with him for an entire afternoon.

“I’m sure I can see myself around,” I said, trying to be as polite as I could, all things considered. “Is it just the one dungeon, then?”

Ezra laughed. Something small and airy, but a laugh.

“Perhaps I should draw you a map,” he said, not fighting his smile any longer. “Err on the side of caution.”

I gave him a condescending smile and said, “Perhaps.”

“I can see you’re still angry with me,” he said, following me down the hall as I made my way back from where I came.

“I feel nothing towards you,” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Have you forgotten my gift?” he said, and though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear his amusement. It was enough to earn him a glare from over my shoulder. “You’re angry, and you’re…I don’t know what it is. But it’s heavy. It’s…raw.”

“Irritation, likely,” I chided, reaching a dead end in the corridor. “Since you insist on joining me, can you please be of some use and guide me out of this awful maze of a prison.”

“I can be useful in many ways,” he returned, his eyes locked on mine as I turned to him. “Ways I’d love to show you one day.”

I gave him another roll of my eyes, an exasperated chuckle slipping from my lips as I shook my head and gestured at the stone wall in front of us. “Let’s start with getting out of this maze first, perhaps?”

Ezra didn’t seem to take my tone or scowl to heart—he actually seemed to rather enjoy the look of me rolling my eyes given the wide grin he wore as he lifted his palm flat to the stone. My gaze flickered between his good hand pressed against the wall and the golden glow of his irises, so molten I was sure if I looked too long at them I’d start to melt.

“Wh—“

“I’m trying to focus on building a portal for you, Your Majesty,” Ezra cut in, though no true frustration could be found in his tone. “Or would you rather we exit through one of those dark corridors you nearly sprinted past?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, half tempted to overcome my fear of the dark—or rather, what lurked in it—and leave him here just to prove him wrong.

But that would only end up with my lost down another corridor, wishing I’d set my pride aside and let him work. So, I did.

It only took a minute longer for the stone to fade into sheer darkness, a black so black my eyes almost couldn’t process the color. I stumbled back, though instinct told me there was no reason to worry—my instinct, it seemed, was a fan of the man beside me, smirking proudly.

“See what a little ounce of patience can achieve, my dear Mari?” he tipped his chin towards the void in front of me, distracting me from bringing up the fact that he’d used a nickname that only the closest to me used. I couldn’t deny that it sounded good coming from his lips. “It’s only dark for a moment.”

“Where does it lead?” I prodded, my tone still sharp from fear.

“That depends,” he shrugged. “Where would you like it to lead?”

“That seems like something one might have considered before opening a portal,” I chided.

“It leads anywhere,” he corrected. “Anywhere your heart desires. Although, I wouldn’t venture too far without a way back.”

“Meaning, if I were to choose to run back home, or to my sisters, I’d have to bring you to ensure—“

“To ensure your husband doesn’t come hunting after you like one of his poor beasts,” he cut in, his tone dry and serious despite his previously light mood.

“Worry not, dear Hand, I have no intentions of making a great escape. I doubt my father would welcome me back in Solis even if I tried.”

Ezra’s eyes softened, his jaw ticking as he continued to stare at me as I continued to stare at the void, neither one of us willing to break first.

“Do you trust me?” he spoke after a beat of tense silence, my eyes gliding over to meet his as my brows furrowed with confusion.

“Today?” He gave me an unimpressed look. “Yes, Ezra, I trust you. Mostly.”

“Then take my hand,” he said, his voice low and raw and…desperate? What reason did he have to be so desperate for my trust? For my touch?

“Where?” I asked, hovering my hand above his.

“My favorite place in the entire world,” he smiled. “Where it’s green and happy, where there are no worries. Only nature. Only peace.”

I swallowed, suddenly aware that taking this step was pushing the line I had drawn between us. I’d learn more about him, what makes him happy, what makes him feel at ease. He and I would go off together without a single person aware that we were even missing. The possibilities of stupidity had multiplied in the mere seconds it took for him to make the offer.

“I…”

My hand trembled as I tugged it back to my side, reason winning out over curiosity. This time, at least.

“I think I’ll just head back to my suite,” I said hurriedly, lifting the hem of my dress as I approached the void. I swore I could hear a sigh slip from his lips as I took the first step into the portal, though that could have been the sound of me gasping for air as the darkness washed over me.

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, being in the space between all things, however fleeting it was. One second I was nowhere, darkness and nothingness threatening to consume my very soul, and the next I was tripping over the rug in my sitting room, my knees screaming at me as I hit the hard floor with a yelp. My head whipped around, desperate to shout at Ezra for my own clumsiness, but there was no more portal, and certainly no Ezra.

I was surprised by the guilt that rotted my stomach as I sat on the floor in the middle of the room, knees scraped and head aching. He’d offered up a piece of himself with me to share, something I was sure not just anyone received, and I turned him down without so much as a thank you.

I hadn’t even looked him in the eye.

EZRA

An entire day had passed since the interaction in the corridor. Since Mari drew a clear line right between where she and I stood. Though the rejection stung, I couldn’t find it in myself to blame her for it. I was not a part of her plan—a plan I had carefully conceived and executed without her knowledge. All to get her here. To use her for her light, for the half of me that was missing. The half that would give me enough power to set things right in this Kingdom and give retribution to my people.

But that plan was cracking under the weight of my feelings for her, feelings I knew were born not out of something as temporary as lust or love, but belonging. She was the missing part of my soul that I was meant to find by birth, destined to fit together like the final pieces of a puzzle. And she had no clue.

“Is there any particular reason you called for this little meeting, Your Highness?” Emita purred at me, half-bent over my desk in the conservatory above my suite. The entirety of both rooms were warded with magic, hiding everything spoken, everything done inside these walls from the likes of Kaius and his crones.

“That’s all over, Emita,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “This is a business matter.”

“Which explains why I got an invite.”

My eyes lifted to my dearest friend since childhood, a Fae noble serving as a Captain of Kaius’s army, Cassander. Standing half an inch taller than me—a fact he loved to throw in my face—with golden, shoulder length waves, and dark blue eyes, he was always what I imagined a King to be. His temperament was fair and light, and yet his determination and loyalty was as fierce as a lion, a balance that is not often stumbled upon.

“Hello, lovely Emita,” he purred, smirking at her as she stomped away from my desk to her favorite chair overlooking the dark, snowy grounds. “In a mood again?”

“I’m always in a mood when you’re around, loathsome Cassander,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Children,” I sighed, gesturing at the seat next to where Cassander stood, urging him to sit and listen rather than continue to pick on Emita. “We need a new plan.”

“No, we don’t,” Emita hissed. “The plan was perfect—“

“The plan requires us to take a woman hostage and possibly incapacitate her by literally pulling the light out of her,” Cassander interjected. “I’ve always been against the plan.”

“There’s no other way to set things right without that power, Ez,” Emita persisted. “I’d like for my Kingdom to not turn into ice. I’d like this Kingdom to not succumb to the dark. I’d like—“

“There’s another way,” I cut in, rubbing two fingers along the hair on my jawline.

“Oh, Gods,” Cass smirked. “The way I originally suggested, you mean?”

Emita jumped to her feet and bounded over to where I sat, still calmly stroking my chin.

“Please tell me how you plan to seduce and mate with a woman who’s already married? A human, might I add.” My eyes slowly lifted to meet hers, taking in the equal amounts of shock, disbelief, and betrayal hidden in her stare. “You cannot fool the Gods, Ezra. They know what’s true and what’s a fallacy—“

“There is no fallacy,” I said, my voice low even with the wards in place. I had no desire for anyone to overhear the words that came out of my mouth next. “It’s true, Mari and I, and the Gods will agree.”

She stumbled back as if I had struck her. The look in her eyes was enough to make me feel as guilty as if I had.

“How can you be sure?” Cass chimed in, ever the levelheaded one.

“I can feel it in my bones. In my soul,” I said, standing from my chair. “She is the light to my dark, and I—whether she realizes it or not—am the dark to her light. It calls to me every time I see her. That taunting glow. My shadows sing for her when she’s near, as if they…as if they’ve found home after a long journey.”

“I might cry,” Cass teased, earning an eye roll as I seated myself on the edge of my desk, still lost in thought.

“That still does not promise a single thing,” Emita spoke through clenched teeth. “She could fall in love with her husband, or she could betray us, or she could refuse the power exchange altogether.”

“She won’t fall in love with her husband, she won’t betray us, but you’re right,” I nodded. “There’s no way of knowing whether she’ll agree to the exchange. But seeing as the alternative means that I will have to kidnap, imprison, and possibly kill her, I’ll take my chances.”

“Ezra, do you have any idea—“

“Oh, shut up, Emita,” Cass groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re just upset because this means no more secret visits to the conservatory.”

“Cass,” I warned, glaring at him. “This isn’t about us, it never has been—“

“Until you found your mate, right?” Emita spat. “Then it became about what you want. If it was about the greater good, about our cause, you would do what we agreed on. But you want this. Selfishly, you want her.”

“So what if I do?” I hissed back, stepping towards where she stood without a trace of fear on her face. “This is the new plan. You can either get on board or find another Fae Prince to align yourself with. But I am not going to hurt her if I do not have to. More than that, I want what’s promised to me. All of it.”

“And you’re going to get all of us killed in the process, Your Highness,” she spat back before turning away, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she stomped her way to the door and saw herself out.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Ez,” Cass smiled, standing up and walking over to give me a squeeze on the shoulder. “Even if it means the lovely Lady Emita will no longer be a member of ours.”

“She will,” I insisted. “She wants her husband dead too much to give up now.”

“Such pure intentions,” he chided, making himself comfortable at my desk as I remained standing in the center of the room, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows to the night sky. “When can I meet your mate?”

“You haven’t yet?” I asked half heartedly, turning away from the sky that had an alarmingly fewer amount of stars in it. Soon, there would be none. Just complete darkness to rule over the land of Nox.

“As if you don’t already know that,” he chuckled. “C’mon, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Why do you want to meet her?” I prodded, that biological instinct to protect my mate taking over all reason. Cassander was the most trustworthy man I’d ever known, far more so than myself.

“I’m curious,” he shrugged. “It’s not often that someone comes along and changes the entire world.”

I leveled a disbelieving look at him, making him laugh.

“Does she have a sister?”

“And there it is,” I laughed despite the stress weighing down my shoulders. “They’re all spoken for, I believe.”

“Back to pining for Emita it is,” he sighed. “Don’t you think our testy back and forth would make for a passionate coupling?”

“I think she’d kill you in your sleep,” I returned with a half smile. “And that would make me inconsolable, seeing as you’re the closest thing to family I have anymore.”

“You’d still have Gail,” he shrugged, though I knew the thought of leaving his younger brother behind in this world plagued him each and every day.

“Speaking of,” I smiled. “I happen to know a lovely girl who’d do well with a friend.”

“Are you trying to set my brother up with Emita? He’s only sixteen!”

“I meant a girl his age,” I replied. “Drusilla, she’s the handmaiden for Mari.”

“Mari,” he teased, and I chose to ignore it.

“She’s become something like a sister to Marigold,” I gave him a pointed glare. “I doubt she’ll leave her behind, nor should she. Perhaps if she becomes attached to Gail, it would help convince Marigold to join us when we finally make our move.”

“You mean to use my brother as a tool?” he asked, his voice flattening into something resembling anger, though I couldn’t be sure as I’d never actually seen Cass angry.

“I mean to introduce Gail to a new friend,” I shrugged. “The result of that friendship is just a bonus.”

“Is the girl kind, at least? Smart?”

“She’s exceptionally bright,” I declared. “She’s visited me a few times to use the telescope and borrow books on astronomy, which Gail has an affinity for. And yes, she is kind. Nothing like the world she was born into.”

Cass seemed to deliberate, his knee bouncing as he sat in my chair with his hands folded over his lap.

“Fine, arrange a meeting,” he conceded. “But I will be there as a chaperone.”

“As will Mari, no doubt,” I added. “Try not to scare her off, will you?”

“I’m not the one you need to worry about,” he assured. “Emita is likely working on acquiring some sort of poison to slip into her meal as we speak.”

“If she’s to poison anyone, it’ll be you and I, dear brother.”

At least, I hoped it would.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #ezra x oc #ezra prospect #ezra prospect x oc #starlight #ezra prospect angst #ezra prospect fluff

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spikedru · 2 months

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still thinking thoughts abt drubuffy fairytale au. stream of consciousness idk

two unnaturally made girls. drusilla princess of the kingdom of aurelius with the queen darla and her consort/king angelus who learned the secret to immortality through the consumption of hearts and blood. dru is their unnaturally made child but instead of being fully embraced with the warmth of life immortal she was made wrong purposefully leaving her cold and always half dead. the queen darla does dote on her as a burden/daughter/lover (same weird interpersonal dynamics as the canon whirlwind) but keeps her in weaker state as to not upset the balance of power between the immortals. she had made the mistake of teaching angelus the secret bc he betrayes her by abandoning their kingdom in search of greater power. buffy is a knight of the rival kingdom led by the king quentin. the watchers kingdom also experiement with magic and as a way to deal with the threat of thr aurelian kingdom explores immortality in a different way, using buffy as their chosen weapon. she hates it and routinely escapes to socialize with a disgraced palace scribe (giles) in his apothecary in the nearby town. willow tara anya xander are all local townsfolk. when buffy is deemed perfect enough in her training they send her to assassinate the princess drusilla, hoping that by killing her it would destabilize the rival kingdom enough to attack and conquer it.

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inky-duchess · 3 months

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What do you think about as often as men think about the Roman Empire?

That meme is probably dead by now, but I’ve seen you pop off about England’s fuckery and am curious of anything else that gets you so heated

I think about the Roman Empire at least twice a day. Julius Caesar, Livia Drusilla, Cicero, Caligula, Tiberias, Claudius, Augustus, Agrippa, I mean why wouldn't I?

Michael Collins, Countess Markievicz, Roger Casement, really the entire 1916 rising except de Valera who can fuck off and die (yes, I know he's dead but do so again sir)

The Famine

Tutankhamen and his burial chamber.

Cursed jewellery - the Lusitania Tiara, the Hesse Strawberry Leaf Tiara

How Felix Yusopov was simply the GOAT

Dollar Princesses/Cash for Coronets

The Romanovs - suffering from this brain rot since I was 4.

At the moment it's the horrific birth of Kaiser Wilhelm II and the effect it had on him and his mom, Vicky.

#ask answered

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polls-showdowns · 7 months

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Sorry it took so long I’ve been busy but I finally got the list together

Best Goth Submissions List

If there are any characters you think do not qualify let me know so we can do a vote on it to avoid people complaining during the competition

Also tell me if any names are misspelled or characters are on there twice

And finally I think some of you should learn the difference between goth, emo, and vampire (the vampire part is not a call out on all vampire submissions especially since I don’t know most of them so don’t yell at me for saying that)

Anyway here’s the list:

Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family or Wednesday depending on the preliminary)

Kirara Hazama (Assassination Classroom)

Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

Karlach (Baldur's Gate 3)

Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate 3)

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Drusilla (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Thatch (Casper's Scare School)

Slither (Casper's Scare School)

Adrian ‘Alucard’ Tepes (Castlevania)

Carmilla (Castlevania)

Dracula (Castlevania)

Prudence Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Sabrina Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role)

Caduceus Clay (Critical Role)

Jamie Wrenly (Critical role)

Delilah Briarwood (Critical Role)

Essek Thelyss (Critical Role)

Kingsley Tealeaf (Critical Role)

Laudna (Critical Role)

Percival de Rolo (Critical Role)

Vax'ildan (Critical Role)

Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)

Sam Manson (Danny Phanthom)

Ember McLain (Danny phantom)

Misa Amane (Death Note)

Morrigan (Dragon Age)

Lily (Duolingo)

Elvira (Elvira's Movie Macabre)

Crowley (Good omens)

Alucard (Hellsing Unlimited)

Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)

Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

Gazlene 'Gaz' Membrane (Invader Zim)

Ashe Winters (Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders)

William Wisp (Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders)

Queen (Just Roll With It)

Shego (Kim Possible)

Rowan Fielding (Mayfair Witches)

Juleka Couffaine(Miraculous)

Luka Couffaine (Miraculous)

Claire (Monster High)

Elissabat (Monster High)

Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Inky Rose (My Little Pony)

Goth Boy (MySims)

Osaki Nana (Nana)

Uchiha Itachi (Naruto)

Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Nosferatu (Nosferatu the Vampyre (1922))

Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

Perona (One Piece)

Roronoa Zoro (One piece)

Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death)

Ruby Gloom (Ruby Gloom)

Nico Minoru (Runaways)

Dusk (Scooby-Doo)

Luna (Scooby-Doo)

Thorn (Scooby-Doo)

Sibella Dracula (Scooby-Doo)

Kirishiki Sunako (Shiki)

Shimizu Megumi (Shiki)

Goth kids (South park)

Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Trilla Sudari (Star Wars)

Abigail (Stardew Valley)

Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Raven (Teen Titans)

Count Von Krolock (The Fearless Vampire Killers)

Herbert Von Krolock (The Fearless Vampire Killers)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

Gerard ‘Gerry’ Keay (The Magnus Archives)

Death (The Sandman)

Crimson (Total drama$

Ennui (Total drama)

Gwen (Total Drama)

Akasha (Vampire Chronicles)

Claudia (Vampire Chronicles)

Gabrielle de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles)

Lestat de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles)

Louis de Pointe du Lac (Vampire Chronicles)

Nicolas de Lenfent (Vampire Chronicles)

The Vampire Armand (Vampire Chronicles)

Black Hat (Villainous)

Keith (Voltron)

Leslie ‘Laszlo’ Cravensworth (What We Do in the Shadows)

Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do in the Shadows)

Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows)

Darcy (Winx club)

Icy (Winx club)

Stormy (Winx club)

Anna ‘Rogue’ Marie (X-Men)

Terry ‘Scary’ Marlowe (Dungeons and Daddies)

Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Maddie Flour (Amphibia)

Mermista (She Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Mai (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)

#best goth #submission list

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empathiie · 7 months

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hi everyone, this is a hwevent16 starter call! a list of my characters will be under the cut, and i will be doing four starters per character. numbers will be randomly picked to choose what monsters our muses will be dealing with!

bigby wolf (1/4): snow white.

dora tonks (1/4): harriet hufflepuff.

draco malfoy (4/4): rabastan lestrange, scorpius malfoy, ginny weasley, harry potter.

garrett (4/4): drusilla keeble, alice cullen, edward cullen, renesmee cullen.

gwayne hightower (1/4): branwen.

hannah washington (4/4): alyssa brown, jessica riley, asami sato, beth washington.

jackie taylor (4/4): taissa turner, alec, annabeth chase, ellie williams.

jyn erso (1/4): mickey milkovich.

louis weasley (2/4): bill weasley, wednesday addams.

luna lovegood (3/4): cho chang, jeremiah fisher, harry potter.

lyanna mormont (2/4): veronica sawyer, daenerys targaryen.

maggie greene rhee (2/4): diana holland, princess jasmine.

minerva mcgonagall (2/4): hagrid, james potter.

rey (2/4): daisy johnson, samara palpatine.

rhaenyra targaryen (4/4): james norrington, harwin strong, helaena targaryen, rhaena targaryen.

rose weasley (2/4): hermione granger, peggy schuyler.

theon greyjoy (1/4): kevin keller.

will graham (1/4): galadriel.

#hwevent16 #hw: starter call #( * ooc. )

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strawberrycamel · 24 days

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Okay listen one of the things you gotta understand about Buffy is how like. Okay so season one set up the show and the premise, right?

Buffy is the ONE GIRL in all the world, THE SINGULAR Slayer. And she doesn't want that responsibility she would rather go on dates than save the world, but she has to. But she DOES NOT WANT THIS.

The Big Bad is a very very very old Vampire who follows prophecies and has ushered in the anointed one to Sunnydale

Angel is her (kinda) boyfriend. They are star crossed lovers, so romantic. A Vampire Slayer in love with The Singular Vampire With a Soul. They are supposed to destroy each other but they love each other instead.

Cordelia is the popular mean girl who is disliked by Buffy and her friends and this is what Buffy the Vampire Slayer is. It's pretty understandable, right? Season 2 changes everything. In episode 3, Spike and Drusilla come into town and KILL THE ANOINTED ONE. YEAH. Putting Spike as the new Big Bad. He's not looking at doing things all sacred and whatever. He wants to get his dark princess back to full health and kill the Slayer cause why not.

Speaking of. Buffy is no longer the ONE girl in all the world. When she died at the end of season 1, it awakened Kendra, who takes being the Slayer VERY seriously.

Cordelia? Starts dating Xander and is dropped by all of her other friends, stripping her of her popularity. And she is the FUCKING QUEEN I will fight for Cordy rights every day of the fucking week.

oh, and Angel? Her romantic boyfriend? Well SPOILER: After they sleep with each other for the first time he LOSES HIS SOUL. PSYCH THE REAL BIG BAD FOR THE SEASON IS ANGELUS BABY. And he is THE WORST (affectionate). The psychological warfare. God. Chefs kiss. They were supposed to love each other but instead they must destroy each other.

Season 2 changes SO MUCH about what was established about btvs and it is my fave season and just GOD.

(send me an ask with your favourite 20+ year old media)

👀 oh i can see why you enjoy this show so much oh my goddd that's juicy and that "They were supposed to love each other but instead they must destroy each other." line is so aaaaaaaa fucking good holy crap

and that twist???? holy fuck??? that's so fucked and sounds sooooo good

#ask #answered #buffy the vampire slayer #red coming in and swinging thru my plans away a Buffy bat /affectionate #was planning on saving all these for 'tomorrow' but i couldnt wait to answer this until midnight kjdfhkdfg #gonna make a buffy edit still but also. this is really interesting bc i knew nothing about buffy prior to this

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So... I've been playing Disney Dreamlight Valley and without giving away the plot the character's/ player's backstory really works for Drusilla... so please enjoy this...

Ever since Drew was thrown into Twisted Wonderland Drew's found herself humming a lot more old songs But can't remember where she heard them... old memories of playing on a beach and sailing with someone and making snowmen and warm hugs. But she never lived near the coast, or anywhere cold...

When she finally met Mickey behind the mirror she couldn't help but ask "Have I met you before?" Mickey in the mirror said he couldn't remember ever meeting her before Twisted Wonderland. And yes, that was true, she never met this Mickey before...

But there was a version of Mickey trapped in his house, re-reading an old story about a princess that saved the prince and remembering the little girl with curly black hair and freckles he used to read this to every night and hoping where ever she was now, she was okay.

@adrianasunderworld @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nnanna

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #drusilla #my yuu #disney dreamlight valley scar #disney dreamlight valley #my ramblings

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mothmans-wedding-photographer · 5 months

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Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, Episodes 5, 6, and 7 "Reptile Boy", "Halloween" and "Lie to Me"

Reptile Boy

Ok I actually watched this episode last week and forgot to write a post about it lol my bad

Anyway Buffy and Cordelia get drugged! Horrifying!

Damn Giles let Buffy have fun she's fucking 17 and facing death every day

Kind of love Cordelia and Buffy sort of starting a friendship

Is the snake like. A metaphor for dick. Like the club is dangerous because you'll get drugged and then men will take advantage of you with the "snake"?

Especially since its university age men trying to date high schoolers like freaks

And then there's the guy who told buffy not to talk to the snake because she's a woman and then gets the shit beat out of him get fucked shitidiot

I wish he died horribly <3 misogyny is punishable by death if you're a fictional character in my book tbh

Damn they've really been sacrificing women for centuries, i originally thought this was a newer group due to the lack of old people

Halloween

Xander is such a loser lol at least tell Buffy thank you for saving you from getting the lights beat out of him

Cordelia and Angel interactions are so funny to me 😭😭

Honestly I really feel Willow when she feels uncomfortable in revealing clothing. I want to be, but it's hard

Yo Oz and Willow first conversation

Noooo the poor old lady 😭 at least she's fine

Princess Buffy is so silly but kind of annoying and Army Xander is better than real Xander if I'm being honest

I think princess buffy should've had a moment where she accidentally hurt someone or broke something and was surprised and confused because she's just a weak woman (in her words) and she doesn't know she's the slayer

Honestly seeing Buffy like this makes me insanely uncomfortable and I don't know why? I'm just not used to it ig

ETHAN THE GUY GILES HAS BEEF WITH I FORGOT ABOUT HIM

GILES JUST FUCKING PUNCHES HIM I LOVE IT

"Hi honey, I'm home :)" iconic but it also made me think of the song "Honey I'm Home"

Beat his ass Buffy! I love to hate Spike

Oz already being infatuated with Willow is so cute

Tbh I think this was a really cool episode concept in general

Lie to Me

Damn this kid knows stranger danger. Almost wasn't enough to save him though rare Angel W

I kind of love Drusilla she's so

Every time Cordelia opens her mouth in class I become violent

Oh Buffy long lost friend? He's gonna be evil for sure

FORD F-150

Xander and Angel both being threatened by a man who knows Buffy, get a life

Lmfao the lonely ones

"Ours is a forbidden love." Lmfao

Spike possessive moment. I do appreciate when he realizes he's hurt drusilla he apologizes, good boyfriend I guess

Ah man fuck Ford <3 I hope he dies

"I don't deserve to die" yes you do <3

Ain't no way he's calling Buffy out because she didn't know he has a terminal illness when he's about to commit MASS MURDER 😭

Buffy don't apologize he sucks

God everything about this man pisses me off more than the average Buffy villain of the week

I love how much Spike actually cares about Dru

"Uh. Where's the doorknob" his tone was so funny to me

Lol get fucked Ford

NOOO HE DOESNT DESERVE FLOWERS

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY TURNED FORD LMFAO

Ok I understand hes afraid and he has a horrible illness and it's complicated and whatever it's just Everything about him pisses me off so much and I refuse to feel sympathy. Idk it's interesting what horrible circumstances leads people to due though, I think this episode has a lot to think about I'm just a hater

"Lie to me." "Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guy are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everyone loves happily ever after." I'm fucking sobbing this line gets me so hard

#mothman's buffy rewatch #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #rupert giles #cordelia chase #spike btvs #angel btvs #oz btvs #tw misogyny #misogyny cw #tw drugging #tw rape #tw rape mention

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ariel-seagull-wings · 6 months

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OC INFO PROFILE: NOEMI AND MIRIAM SPENGLER

@bixiebeet @spengnitzed @professorlehnsherr-almashy @theselfshippingwitch @amalthea9 @slimerspengler @janeb984 @inevitablemoment

FULL NAME: Noemi Adina Melnitz Spengler and Miriam Sarai Melnitz Spengler.

NICKNAME(S): Nomi and Miri.

FACECLAIM: The twins Drusilla and Minerva from the cartoon The Garfield Show (both voiced by Laura Summer), Madeline and Chloe from the cartoon Madeline, Tommy Picles and Chuckie Finster from the cartoon Rugrats.

BIRTHDAY: September 06th 1988.

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo.

SEXUALITY: The only thing they know is that they think two adults kissing is gross.

GENDER: Assigned female at birth (just because their parents it was more easy than calling them "the babies" or "it", but they made sure that the girls can change their gender identity when they're older).

OCCUPATION: Playing and studying.

BIRTHPLACE: Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York City.

LIVE IN: Tribeca, Manhattan, New York City.

NATIONALITY: US Americans.

FAMILY:

Egon Spengler (father)

Janine Melnitz (mother)

Nathan Spengler (grandfather)

Ruth Spengler (grandmother)

Elon Spengler (uncle)

Cyrus Spengler (great uncle)

Joseph 'Joe' Melnitz (grandfather

Miriana 'Mimi' Melnitz (grandmother)

Bella Melnitz (great aunt)

Sabine Melnitz Banner (aunt)

Cait Banner (cousin)

Victor Banner (cousin)

CHARACTERISTICS: Both are playful, hyperactive, caring and protective. Noemi is thoughtful towards the needs of others, optimistic, confident, intelligent, courageous, compassionate, hard working and very persistent, possessing good detective skills and acting as a leader in times of need. While Miriam is pessimistic and easily scared, shy and reserved, but loyal and brave, capable of facing her fears briefly to come through her friends and give them emotional support. They can also both be short-tempered and sometimes act stubborn, specially when they were babies.

LIKES: Playing with puppets, building houses and clothers for their dolls, watching cartoons, singing, helping their father in his lab, drawing, imitate their mother on the reception phone, cooking alongside Slimer.

DISLIKES: When grown ups try to force decisions upon them ( instead of asking for their opinions) and also act smug and talk down in a condescending way to them for being small children, and don't admit right away to not knowing the answer for their questions.

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

Flashlight

Walkie talkie

PKE Meter

Ghost Trap

OTHER PERSONAL INFO:

Noemi wears green framed glasses and purple hair clips in half up pigtails, and has a hair fringe, while Miriam wears red framed glasses and blue hair clips in high pigtails and has no hair fringe.

Surprisingly, both turned their heads down when Janine reached the ninth month of pregnancy, so their mother decided to have them born in a natural birth instead of a C-section.

As babies, they tought Slimer was a toy, and even bite him. They were only playing, and didn't meant harm, but it took time till Slimer understood that and became one of the girls best friends. Meanwhile, their uncle Peter was just amused of seeing the spud being tortured by the two babies.

They are huge opera geeks ever since their parents took them to watch Engelbert Humperdinck's Hansel and Gretel for the first time.

NAME ANALYSIS:

Noemi: pleasantness

Adina: delicate

Miriam: bitter

Sarai: princess

Melnitz: steward

Spengler: metal worker

#ghostbusters #the real ghostbusters #oc info #oc profile #ghostbusters fandom #extreme ghostbusters #my ocs #fandom musings

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idabbleincrazy · 11 months

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First Turn of the Spiral

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangelus (William/Angelus)

Word Count: 2729

Warnings: smut, pwp (mostly), bottom!Angelus, bottoming from the top, first time bottoming, obsession, anal sex, control issues

Summary: Angelus plans to rid himself of his obsession with a certain part of William's anatomy once and for all.

A/N: this started as one fic, then turned into a completely different fic as I went along. Cuz I just can't keep feelings out of my Spangel even when they're soulless. Written mainly for @countblucas , my constant cheerleader for bottom!Angel in every form. Oh, and I left the ending open for a sequel 😈

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He didn't know what it was about the brash young fledge his insane Princess had brought home that made his cock perk to new, and frankly, dangerous and frightening, thoughts, and yet, he seemed unable to banish them.

Oh, sure, he'd been no stranger to the pleasures to be found in that nature of rutting. He had Darla for a Sire, after all. He had felt the delight of a certain spot being pressed against when Darla had rode him with the double headed ivory dildo she'd commissioned during their stay in Paris. He had written off the force of his climax to the combination of virgin blood they'd supped on, the stream of filthy praise from the one who'd created him tinkling in his ear, and the taste of Drusilla's sweet drippings on his tongue as his face was pressed further into her slick cunt, and thought no further of it.

But he could not deny that the soft, pretty faced lad intrigued him. That he often caught himself staring at that long, pale cock as it pushed into Drusilla's folds, shaking himself from thoughts of what pleasures that cool, curved shaft could bring. Blinking, he would come back to himself, and his thrusts into whichever hole he was currently filling would gain in speed and ferocity, his aching cock pistoning in and out of Darla's cunt, Drusilla's mouth, and on a few occasions, William's tight little pucker, until he roared out his release, coming hard, but slightly unsatisfactorily, before quickly pulling out and shutting himself up in whatever room presently acted as his study.

He couldn't resist it any longer, though. The thoughts were becoming maddening, following him into slumber so that he awoke hard and leaking, his buttocks clenching around emptiness, aching from a phantom stretch. Much more of this, and he would soon become as crazed as his dark haired progeny.

The girls were still across town, some minor dignitary within the demon world had thrown a feast, and would not return until dawn the next day. What better time to finally rid himself of this befuddling obsession without them meddling in?

After a quick hunt for their nightly meal, quicker than normal because if he had to watch William sink fangs and cock into one more half-naked harlot in the fetid London allies, he was going to tumble the unsuspecting lad to the ground then and there and have his way with him right in front of the squealing whores, Angelus dragged the tawny haired fledge back to the house they'd usurped. He pulled the complaining young vampire directly up to the master bedroom, his trousers tight as his cock throbbed against the stays.

The room was comfortably warm, the fireplace still alight just as he'd ordered the minions before their departure. He had also had them bring up a decanter of the best wine the previous owners had in their cellar, but found himself in too much need to ply the young fledge with it now. Besides, the lad rarely gave much objection to their dalliances these days.

"Bloody hell, Angelus!" William looked up at him as he thrust the slighter vampire up against the wall, expression caught between anger and confusion. "Look, mate, I can smell that you're hard, but couldn't we have had a bit more fun with the humans, first? Barely had my fill of the last one before you dragged me off her. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't just slake your lust in that red-haired strumpet that offered to take us both."

"Aye, but they weren't what I've had a taste for tonight, me boy. If you're still not sated by the time we're finished, we can always drain the stable boy."

Angelus crowded William against the wall, breathing in the scent of his own substantial arousal and letting out a low growl of hunger.

"Darla would have a fit if she came back to find we have to hire a new hand again."

"Let me handle Darla, lad. Now, are you going to keep jabbering, or are you going to be a good pup, and strip?"

Not giving the fledgling a chance to retort beyond the start of an angry growl, Angelus gripped him by the chin and mashed his mouth to William's. The younger vampire responded without thought, his lips parting to welcome the forceful tongue pushing past his teeth. Angelus grinned into the kiss, loving how compliant the boy became under his ministrations.

As the kiss deepened, he tugged William's shirt free of his trousers, fingers blindly working at the buttons until he felt flesh under his fingertips. Turning them away from the wall, he backed the young vampire across the room until they tumbled to the bed, Will's gasp swallowed as Angelus refused to break away from the blood-sweet mouth he was so intent on devouring.

Angelus maneuvered them up the bed, still straddling the lithe body as it squirmed and grasped at his hair and shoulders. He barely registered his own shirt being ripped open, buttons clattering as they pinged off the wall and floor, William becoming more brazen as the kiss went on. Barely resisting the dulled instinct to pant, Angelus pulled away from William's mouth, smirking down at the pouting form as he wriggled free of his somehow undone trousers, his cock slapping against his stomach and dripping pre-cum.

William started to turn over as Angelus finished disrobing, and Angelus let out a soft chuckle, stopping him mid-twist. Lust-darkened blue eyes met his in mild confusion, but William stilled nonetheless.

"Dammit, Angelus, you know I don't like being taken like a woman, let me turn over, 's easier."

"We're trying something different tonight, boy. And if you don't stop your damnable complaining, it'll be the only time we do it this way."

Content with the fledge's temporary silence, Angelus eased William's shirt down his shoulders and slid his trousers down his legs to his thighs, leaving the slender limbs restricted in their range of motion. He may be giving in to the new desire to be filled, but he wasn't going to let the whelp think he was in any means submitting to him. Control had been key in keeping the sometimes-upstart in line since the day Drusilla had brought him home, and domination had been a major factor in maintaining that control. The boy could not be allowed to forget his place, regardless of who's cock went where.

Keeping his features stern, Angelus straddled William again and reached over to grab the tin of salve he used if he was feeling more magnanimous when he was taking the slim vampire. Scooping out a generous dollop of the slick liniment, he let a smirk quirk his lips as he reached behind himself, William's eyes narrowing in further confusion as the expected fingers failed to penetrate him. They widened almost comically as realization sunk in.

"Sire?"

"No questions, lad." Angelus grunted quietly as he stretched himself, his cock twitching at the burn, the pain heightening his arousal as he scissored his fingers inside the tight passage. "This is still for my pleasure. Yours is inconsequential."

William gulped and his gaze drifted down to where Angelus' hand disappeared behind his back, his half-hard cock filling further, a low growl building in his throat at the knowledge of what the elder vampire was preparing to do.

When he felt himself adequately opened, Angelus eased his fingers out and wrapped his hand around the dark blonde's length, stroking it to full hardness. Lifting up on his knees, he held the long shaft upright and shifted back until the slick tip was notched against his aching hole. Biting back a groan of pleasure, he bore down on William's cock, his own leaking a spurt of pre-cum as he felt himself being filled.

"Oh, God, Sire! So bloody tight!"

"Hmm." Angelus stilled as his ass nestled in the cradle of William's hips, relishing the feeling of the sizable cock stretching him better than any piece of ivory ever could. It was better than he had imagined all those times he'd watched the boy taking Dru or being ridden into the mattress by Darla, better than any of the dreams that had left him waking up sticky and unsated. He was surprised at William's exclamation as he sheathed the stiff length. "Have ye not taken any of the men you've killed yet, boy? I've seen you tease them with the hope of salvation if they pleasured you with their mouths, but have you never taken a man's arse?"

"N-no…never had a mind to. Would've done, if I'd known it would feel like this. Bloody hell, Angelus, is this what it feels like when you take me?"

Angelus was strangely pleased that he had been yet another of the lad's firsts. The first to take both his ass and his mouth with his cock, and now this final scrap of virginity belonged to him, as well. William let out a low moan as Angelus shifted, his hands moving from his sides to slide up the brunette's thighs, inching up towards his waist.

"C'mon, pet, let me feel you move."

Angelus growled and grabbed William's wrists, pulling his arms away and over his head, the brusque movement drawing William's attention away from his attempt to gain control of their coupling as Angelus leaned over him, the clenching tightness sliding up his shaft. Not giving the fledge time to recover from the distraction, Angelus started a slow, rocking, pace. The cock stretching him open felt good. Too good. He could already tell that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be in this position. Hell, he could feel his climax creeping up on him already, and they'd barely begun. Much as he wanted to ride the slim body beneath him, rough and fast, until he found a roaring release, he would not let himself be so thoroughly undone by the younger vampire. William always spilled first, when he was allowed to at all, and that would not change.

"Sire, oh, Christ, Angelus!"

Angelus clenched his ass around the girth filling him as he shifted, slightly regretting his choice in position; the dual sensations of the long shaft stretching his slick passage and his own aching cock rubbing along the surprisingly muscular torso beneath him proving to be a harsh test of his restraint. In dire need of a change in the equation, he guided William's hands to the headboard, wrapping his fingers crushingly tight around one of the rails.

"Don't move, boy. So much as a twitch of those fingers before I say, an' you'll be wishing you'd only been buggered tonight."

"Yes, Sire."

Decently satisfied that William would obey, Angelus sat back on his heels, his hands sliding down the blonde's arms to rest on his chest. He quickened his pace, his lust-blown gaze drifting over the slim yet sturdy body beneath him. William's tight grip on the headboard brought his muscles into stark relief in the flickering light of the fire, mesmerizing Angelus as his eyes traced along them. How had he always thought the lads' prettiness as soft? No, revealed like this, with his hands splayed across straining pectorals, he could see it was a masculine beauty. The odd realization made him husk out a deep groan of pleasure, his hips thrusting against the cock within him mindlessly.

"Do you feel it yet, Sire?"

"Feel what, William? What nonsense are you about?"

"That spot, Angelus. The one you always find when you're shagging me, that makes me beg you for more. Christ, luv, 's bloody brilliant when you feel it," William moaned and wriggled under him, slightly changing the angle of his cock's journey. "Please, Sire, let me show you, want you to see how good it can feel."

Angelus slowed, his thoughts overrunning him. He'd seen the look of ecstasy that would cross the boy's face when he'd shift and suddenly feel his cock pressing against some nub of flesh inside him. The blonde would moan and plead so prettily then, pushing back against him to take him impossibly deeper, hand straying to his own heavy cock, desperate. He longed to feel like that, to feel that euphoria coursing through his body; but could he give up the control needed to find that mysterious bit of hidden flesh? Would it be worth the risk of allowing the fledge this concession of power?

And why not? Would this not bring him the very pleasure he sought in this act in the first place? As patriarch of this little family, did he not deserve to feel exactly as he so often made William feel? Was it not owed to him?

"Angelus?"

Having assured himself that this divergence of the status quo would not lead to lasting consequences, Angelus nodded at William, allowing him to release his grasp on the railing.

"Tell me when I've found it, Sire, when the angle's right."

Angelus let his eyes fall closed as William's hands encircled his hips, guiding him up and down his stiff cock, shifting beneath him before each downstroke. He turned his thoughts from seeking his own release, letting the younger vampire seek it out for him. His cock throbbed, aching at having held out this long.

"Jesus!"

Angelus' eyes shot open as his nerves sparked with nearly forgotten life, the bulbous cockhead buried deep inside him pressing insistently against some hitherto unknown bit of tissue. A lightning bolt of arousal flared through him, pushing his climax dangerously close to the point of no return.

"There, William. Oh, feckin' hell, there!" Angelus let out a drawn out groan, one hand moving away from William's torso to wrap around his leaking cock, stroking the thick shaft in time with the fledge's thrusts. "Shite, lad, why'd you not tell me of this sooner? Feels almost as good as fucking your tight arse, Will."

"Told you it was brilliant, Angelus. Christ, you feel so good, Sire, clenching so tight around me like that. Gonna make me cum, 'Gelus, 's too bloody good."

"Do it, me boy, cum for me. Just keep hitting that spot. Oh, fuck. C'mon, William, give me your pleasure."

"Oh, bloody fucking Christ!"

Angelus barely held in the shout of surprised pleasure when he felt a tepid warmth filling him as William gripped him tighter, the body under him going briefly rigid before thrusting faster as it worked itself through its release. He felt a hand join his around his cock, their fingers lacing together as he stroked himself harder.

"Come on, Angelus, let it go now. Let me feel you cum, Sire, please."

The obeisance in the blonde's voice tipped him over the edge, his cock pulsing in their joined hands as he came, ropes of sticky spend shooting out to land across William's neck and chest and dripping over their fingers. Angelus rode out his orgasm, reluctant to release the softening length still thrusting inside him.

Surprised to find himself panting needlessly, he released his grip on his spent cock and disentangled his hand from William's. He felt the cock within him twitch weakly as the boy brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked away the viscous mess, his own cock giving a feeble attempt to stir itself at the debauched sight the blonde made.

With a grunt, he lifted himself off William's cock and collapsed to the bed beside him. He had thought going through with this would clear his mind of the growing obsession he had over the fledgling and his cock; instead he found himself more obsessed than ever. Even now, the sticky, limp length lying along a strong, pale thigh, Angelus wanted nothing more than to suckle that soft flesh back to steely hardness and feel it thrusting back into him. The more the blonde's spend leaked out of his throbbing hole to soil the sheets, the emptier he felt, the fullness, that sense of completion, gone. He felt himself spiraling deeper even than when he had stalked his Princess those long months. More obsessed than he had ever been with his own Sire. This result was wholly unexpected, but he was reluctant to even consider the consequences of his surrender as he reached over and pulled William to him, wrapping his hand around his flaccid cock.

"What have you done to me, boy?"

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