#Abigail on her rose but I’d don’t like it

[ladychandraofthemoone]

💐2/6💐

So, uh, guess who’s going back to the Lumberjanes fandom?? Here have a quick sketch of some Rosiegail for your hearts 🌹🥀

[aconites]

happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me!  if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc​ )  for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona* * olivia cooke * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana  * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot.  * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots *  * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix?  muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc. 

CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

[ofxendless]

*literally screams from the rooftops* PLEASE RP WITH ME XOXOX

Tags: FC's • Opposites • Plots

Hi! You can call me C, I go by she/her, and below is some info about me!

*warning: it’s long.

fair to ask yourself: is she really worth it?

To that, I say: nah probably not*

• I’m 25 and I will only interact with those over 21.

• My tumblr will seemingly always and forever screw me over and not show me messages properly, so please feel free to head straight to my discord at cee98x

• I’ve been roleplaying since what feels like forever. I started super young one summer before school started up, and I’ve been on-and-off ever since. I began in roleplay groups roleplaying Harry Potter, then got really into The Vampire Diaries-verse, and have also enjoyed Percy Jackson, supernatural town, royal rpgs, and a bunch I’ve popped into over the years.

• I do come from a land down under *cue the flute*. So AEST timezone, but my schedule is alll over a lot of the time.

• I’m looking to rp over discord. Fair warning, I am still getting the hang of rping on there and I have no idea how to do real fancy stuff but I’m a quick learner so we’ll be fine. I still feel like it was yesterday when I dragged my feet big time transferring from roleplaying on facebook to tumblr. Ah, time flies.

• I’m a very easy going person! Your length, I’ll match. Your ideas? I’ll pretty much lap up everything. Hate fandom rp? Cool not an issue at all! Hate oc rps and prefer fandom? Wicked! If I don’t know the lore well, I’ll wing it! Struggling to get a reply out? No stress! I’m well passed putting so much pressure onto things that they feel like a chore. I’d love to chat about our ships and discuss fc’s and get excited and really have some fun!

• I play mostly female muses! I know, I’m so terribly cliche, but I am pretty meh with male muses. Although, it’s been a long time since I’ve given it a go and I’m always happy to compromise! Very much wanting sapphic plots too!!

• I’m open to smut and most ideas! Don’t like super dark kinks or anything too out there but, again, always willing to try new things within reason! Plot and smut should be balanced. I also have no triggers.

• Some fandoms I’d be interested to rp if that was your jam would include The Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, True Blood, Teen Wolf, The Umbrella Academy, Bridgerton, The Sandman, Doctor Who, and I’m sureee there’s more I am forgetting. This also includes creating OC’s set in any of these universes.

• Some themes I’d loveee to explore include supernatural/fantasy/paranormal, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, boss/employee or professor/student, soul mate/ride or die/meant to be, fwb, ewb, age gap (legal!), horror, crime, mystery, and soo much more honestly

• Face claims I’d die to use include Renee Rapp, Emily Bader, Maia Reficco, Madison Iseman, Anya Taylor Joy, Camila Mendes, Elisha Applebaum, Hannah Dodd, Sadie Soverall, Adelaide Kane, Anya Chalotra, Simone Ashley, Josephine Langford, Danielle Rose Russell, Abigail Cowen, Conor Leslie and Zaria Simone

• Fave opposites include all of the above and more, Matthew Daddario, Noah Centineo, Robbie Amell, Henry Cavill, Rege-Jean Page, Aria Shaghasemi, Ross Butler, Jacob Elordi, Glen Powell

I WOULD RISK IT ALL FOR THESE PLOTS:

1) Based on a fave book series of mine, but honestly does not need to have any relation to it and can be adapted to any ideas. Basically, girl runs away from home in her mid teens, meets guy around her age who takes her in with him and his guardian who have some secrets, turns out they’re *some type of supernatural creature idk can be whatever we like*. Turns out she has some illness that he can’t cure alone and he has to agree to hand her over to his enemies so that they can cure her, but it also will wipe her memories and she will forget her life before. Fast forward a few years, he’s never stopped protecting her but he’s never gotten close because he can’t bear it. She just happens to go with her friends to the club he now owns. Drama ensues.

2) ““oh, can we take it nice && slow?” two strangers who meet every weekend at a club. nothing but first names are shared. they use each other to relieve the stress of their weeks. hot && heavy dancing. making out on the dance floor. on occasion hookups in the corner of the club. but the moment they leave the club, it’s as if they don’t exist. their chemistry is electric, but there unspoken complications in their lives that they just understand. it isn’t until a new monday comes around && she walks into the office to meet her new boss. oh, shit. her weekend hook up is her new boss. she assumes he’s married with the ring on his finger, she has no idea he’s widowed && he has no idea that she has a child at home”

3) “OR hey what about a historical plot where Muse A and Muse B are both next in line to the throne of their neighbouring countries that once used to be one nation. There’s been a push for many years to unite the kingdoms once more, and many want Muse A and Muse B to marry in order for it to happen. But, Muse A and Muse B absolutely hate each other, and can’t stand the idea of being around one another. Until, they’re forced into the engagement by their parents, and are made to spend countless hours with one another. Lots of bickering, and tension ensue, as they get closer asdfjkl”

4) “plot where ‘i had a bad break up with my ex of 4 years who cheated on me, and treated me like dirt and wow i just found out i’m pregnant and he’s the father so here comes the emotional breakdown and late night pounding on his front door. But oops you’re not him, you’re his brother and you’re being really kind to me and calming me down, and those kisses on the top of my head are so new to me.’ also referred to as the plot where Muse A is pregnant, her manipulative ex boyfriend is the father, however Muse B aka his brother had always had a thing for Muse A. The night Muse A comes banging on his brothers door while Muse B is staying there for a while, he consoles her and decides to help her through the break up and pregnancy. However feelings get involved, drama, fights, and his older/younger brother isn’t so happy about it. Yes pls”

5) “maybe a plot where muse a and muse b broke up like five years ago and then muse a got a call from muse b’s parents telling him that she got into an accident and had temporary amnesia and only remember the time when they were together so they’re asking him for a favor to go back home?”

6) two muses who hate each other and are constantly competing at everything and everyone thinks they can’t stand each other but oh wait you’re really hot let’s have angry sex oh no wait now i have feelings

7) This, this, this, this, this, and these!

If you made it this far, I salute you friend! If it sounds like we might get on, give this a good ol’ like and I’ll annoy you! Cheers!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past. (TW // Character Self Harm Mention in this chapter)

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Thirteen: Parasomnias (Jason Todd's POV)

Three weeks passed since I’d seen Terry, but I doubt it helped my case with Andrew. I sat beside Andrew’s bed every night, wondering if I’d made the right choice. It occurred to me that my recollection of my family was rose-tinted and not necessarily reflective of reality. I’d forgotten Andrew’s sleep problems. Years of sleep paralysis nocturnal panic attacks, bedwetting, and insomnia. It started before his mom died, and we tried everything. Over-the-counter sleep vitamins, sleeping pills, nighttime meditation, and lavender in the humidifier. None of it worked until one day it seemed to stop mysteriously. Andrew was fifteen then. That’s when he got hooked on a drug that was a combination of the original fear toxin antidote and a high-dosage sedative. It wasn’t necessarily illegal, but it was experimental at the time. He hated me for taking him off the drug. We were back to sleepless nights. Even after the drug was approved for use, Andrew decided not to take it. 

I turned the soundproofing on for his room, so he wouldn’t wake Avery-Marie, and I sat by his bedside, waiting for the worst. I shut my eyes, not flinching when his hand fell out of the blankets and touched my head. He got an hour of sleep before I heard his breathing. Sleep paralysis. I knew the sound better than anything. He couldn’t scream, so he struggled for breath. Mostly rushed inhales without a solid exhale. “Drewby, it’s okay,” I whispered as I touched his hand. He gasped for air as I pushed his hair back. “Drewby, look at me.”

Andrew leaned forward and started crying into his hands. “Come up here,” Andrew cried. I obeyed, climbing under the blankets with him. I draped my arm around his shoulder, shutting my eyes as he trembled. “I saw her again.” 

“Yeah? Andrew, look at me… It’s okay. Look at me. She’s not here,” Jason whispered. Andrew hid his face in my shoulder and sobbed. “I know… Drewbers, I—.” 

“You don’t know… No one understood except Avery, and he’s gone now. You never told me how he died. Does Avie know?” Andrew asked.

“No, and you won’t ask her,” I whispered. Andrew opened his mouth to argue. “Drewby, let’s go to bed—.” 

“Maggie and Mom haunt me when I sleep… Tell me what happened to Avery,” Andrew replied. 

I covered my face. “Drugs… He wrote a letter. It mentioned you… He said the same thing you told me… No one understood except you. Will you ever tell me what happened?” I questioned. 

“Drugs? Avery who took his meds in chocolate pudding?” Andrew laughed. It was the first time I’d heard him laugh since before the incident. “He—. He wouldn’t. You’re lying.” Andrew’s laugh faded into weeping. I rubbed his back. 

“I wish I was lying. I never saw it coming. He looked so happy, Drewby. I saw him the day before. I—. One year. He’s been gone a year. Abigail blames herself for bringing drugs into the house, but it wasn’t her fault,” I whispered. 

“It wasn’t yours either… You made a mistake. No one thought he’d kill Maggie… But why didn’t you quit?” Andrew asked. “Is this one anything like—?”

“No… He was upset, but I’ve been watching him. He’ll get over it. I wasn’t in his life as long as H—. I wasn’t in his life long. He’ll move on,” I reassured him.

“Did Uncle Dick let you see what happened to Henry?” Andrew questioned. I shook my head. I shut my eyes, remembering Dick blocking me from entering. 

“He said, ‘I can’t let you in there. It’s not good.’ I didn’t see anything. Barbara drove me to the hospital… And you were gone when I got there. They never found Mikey—.” 

“Michael’s alive. I saw him,” Andrew whispered as he wiped his face.

I didn’t know what to say. Andrew was in and out, so I couldn’t tell how much of what he said was true. He kept cycling back and forth between the past and present. “I saw Michael with somebody. They were in Louisiana. Kissing. He saw me and I waved, but I don’t remember—.” Andrew rubbed his eyes. “It was Louisiana. I know it was because people were celebrating in the streets… He smiled at me.”

Andrew laid his head on my lap, and I stared at the posters on Michael’s side of the room. “How’d he look?” I asked. I shouldn’t have asked him, but my heart got the better of me.

“He was drunk, but he looked cleaned up… He had a suit on. I feel him sometimes… So, he’s still—. He’s still alive, Dad,” Andrew answered. 

I scratched his head. “Are you tired?” I questioned. 

“No more than usual. Where’s Uncle Dick?” Andrew asked in reply. Dick loved my kids. He always visited them between missions, entertaining them while I was busy. He used to do all sorts of tricks with the kids when they were little. Old circus habits died hard, I guess. Andrew loved him. Andrew ran away from home once when he was thirteen and went straight to Uncle Dick’s in Blüdhaven. He always ran to Dick’s, but he didn’t that last time. Andrew didn’t want to be found and was smart enough to stay hidden from me until he felt like seeing me again. 

“Do you wanna go up to Uncle Dick’s to visit for a few days?” I asked.

“Are you dropping me off? I don’t want—.” 

“I won’t leave you there… I think—. It’ll be nice to take you and Avie to see your uncle. It’s been five years… And he hasn’t met Avie yet. We’ll take a family trip,” I replied. Andrew rolled over. 

“Did you tell him I’m alive yet?” Andrew asked. I hadn’t told anyone. Andrew held my hand as his eyes fluttered. He was exhausted and fighting it every step of the way. 

“No, I didn’t tell him, Andrew… What’s on your mind?” I asked. 

“Don’t tell anyone yet… I don’t want to leave the house right now. Please,” Andrew pleaded as he hid his face in my side. 

I faded into a memory. Andrew and Michael were twelve, and I was up late working in the living room when I heard Andrew in the laundry room. I got up to check on him, and he hid his face in my sweater, holding the fabric tight in his little fists. “Drewby, what’s bubbling beneath the surface?” I asked aloud like I did that night thirteen years ago. I rustled a hand through my son’s hair and watched as he looked at me with his big brown eyes. 

“After Henry killed Maggie, Avery snapped, and he got loose. Henry shot him—. No, he grazed Avery’s arm, but it didn’t stop him. Avery beat Henry to death with his bare hands, and I had Maggie’s—. Maggie’s blood was all over my face. 

“And Avery untied me and hugged me, but I couldn’t cry. How could I cry when Avery did the unthinkable to save me? I don’t know what happened to Michael or how he got free, but I—. Every time I get close to him I can’t speak. He didn’t see what Avery and I saw, so he can still smile. What Avery did killed him… What I saw broke me. He looked untouched by it all. I can’t take that from him,” Andrew mumbled. 

“How many times have you seen him?” I asked. I couldn’t process anything he said about Maggie and Avery. It was too much to think about.

“Twice. I would’ve gone to see him this year, but I couldn’t look at him anymore. He’s still in Louisiana… So, he’s not hiding anymore. You should go. Take Avie with you—.” 

“I can’t leave you, Drewby,” I interrupted. 

Andrew smiled. “I’ll be here. I promise I won’t hurt myself,” Andrew whispered. I shook my head. I was afraid. I couldn’t lose another child. 

“I’ll wait until we can go together… I can wait,” I reassured him. Andrew yawned. “Sleepy?” 

“I’m always tired… But, I don’t know if I can sleep. You can sleep if you—.”

“Don’t worry about me. Get some shuteye,” I whispered. I playfully snipped at his bangs… But the truth was, it took all my mental power to bury what he said about his brother and sister. That would haunt me forever.

[abigail]

hi abigail! i hope it’s ok to ask about this - where do you get your amazing jewellery from and do you have any tips on building up a collection? every time you’re draped in gorgeous layered necklaces it’s like 💔💔 so so good!! kiss!

hi lovely !! thank you so much omg and of course it’s okay to ask :-) honestly happy to share anything i can when it comes to styling stuff lol but yes !!

i’ve had a lot of my jewellery for years tbh and if i’m honest and a lot of it is secondhand ! i’m lucky to have lots of charity shops/vintage stores in the area i live/work so i always like to nosy what there is whenever I can, i really recommend if you’ve got any secondhand stores near you to never miss the jewellery section, often it’s not a lot of stuff but you can find some beautiful stuff sometimes !! if you’re able to too, if you go to an area that’s got a lot of like.. rich people living in it (lol) check out the secondhand stores there ! because i’ve found charity shops in areas with more people with money usually have more jewellery than other charity shops idk ! but also there’s online too like vinted/ebay/depop/etsy - just of course have an idea what you’re looking for and use the search tools to really narrow it all down !

i do buy new quite a bit with jewellery though, some of my favourite places to get them is regal rose (i usually wait for them to do a sale though unless it’s something i know i realllllyyy want), livia wednesday (everything is handmade and so beautiful ! because it’s handmade it is a bit more expensive but in my opinion it’s totally worth it.. i’ve got quite a bit from her and i’ve never personally had any issues !! easily my favourite place to get jewellery with pearls and whatnot hehe), i’ve also got a bunch of things from mysticum luna before (i haven’t so much these days because their recent collections haven’t quite been for me but i do still love the things i have and really recommend them !!), and for cheaper stuff/costume jewellery i do like asos !! they’ve got sooo much stuff and i love the tool bars because it means you can really narrow down what you’re looking for which is helpful and doesn’t mean you’re scrolling for hours through thousands of products ..

another thing i do is buy charms and add them to my own chain or earring hoop !! charms are everywhere and usually pretty cheap, so if you get various chains of different lengths and thicknesses or pearl beads or whatever you’re wanting, you can add the charms to them (i find them a lot in charity shops too and they’re always like £1 or something super cheap) - going off this too i like to move my jewellery about, like today for example i have a locket with a skull on and i changed it’s chain to a shorter one so then it can be stacked different with another necklace than what i usually do y’know ? it just means i don’t always have to do the same stack of necklaces every time, i can change them about to work with my outfit easy too and it keeps it all a bit more fresh looking i suppose !

oh and see if your parents/grandparents have any old jewellery they’d give you !! honestly you’d be surprised, i asked my dad not long ago and he gave me a lot of old rings from dead relatives i had never met and some then random but very cute bracelets hehe :-) and if there’s anything you don’t really want anymore see if any of your friends would wanna trade with you (same with clothes too if you have friends who are the same size and have the same style as you !)

for building up a collection honestly i’d say to just get pieces you know you’ll keep for a long time (hopefully forever !!) and getting pieces that you know you can wear with loads of different things etc if you get me ? like easy to dress up or down !! and of course make sure you look after your jewellery :-) i’m not sure what else i can suggest other than that i’m sorry !! but yeah i hope all of this was some help to you at least :-) take care <33 mwah mwah

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

47

Fifth skull, in two - the exorcism is about to begin.

She had said to Ortus, “I thought the messages were hallucinations, even though I never hallucinated like that before. It was easier to believe I was succumbing to the madness again.” “Harrow,” he had said, “I have come to the conclusion that you were never mad … though who can be the judge of madness?”

Just like me, Ortus thinks the insanity was an artefact of the whole Harrow's brain being seriously messed with.

“Pal always said I’d be the death of him. And I was … He and I never even got to meet. I never even really got off Rhodes. It seems like such a bastard. You did kill the Lyctor, didn’t you?” “Yes,” said Harrowhark. “Was it quick?” “Quicker than she deserved,” said Harrow.

Harrow, don't be so sure of that.

And if, somehow, they managed to get Palamedes to join their little bubble from his - then perhaps Dulcinea and him could still meet, at least in death? That would be sweet.

Harrow remembered that Palamedes Sextus had made a war of his whole life in order to prosecute his desire to marry this woman. “The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted,” she said, “was the worry that I would soon be dead … and now I am dead, Reverend Daughter, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”

Oh hell yeah. The real Dulcinea Septimus is really cool, I like her.

“Oh, Harrow, bless you, I always was a busybody,” she said smilingly. “Don’t thank me for sticking my oar in. You asked me to come, and I came. I understand you didn’t ask on purpose, but I like to think that there was a grain in your soul that saw yourself in need, and perhaps thought to itself, I wish I had Abigail Pent. It takes a great deal of ego to be a psychopomp. Thank you for letting me be yours.” And she curtseyed to Harrowhark, with enormous grace. Harrowhark bowed in return, and found herself saying, “The body of the Locked Tomb preserve you and yours, Pent,” and meaning it.

I'm sooooooooo happy we get to spend some time with Real Abigail. I was always so sad that they died so early in Gideon the Ninth. I always felt like Harrow's fake memories felt too real, when it came to her. I'm sooooo glad it's really her, well, her soul.

Abigail asked: “Who are you?” And with a sodium flare sparking from Abigail’s fingers, the lid of the coffin swung open [...] There was nothing inside.

:o

The Sleeper was not, in the end, of any great height or breadth, and the voice that had emerged from that mask was not inhuman. In fact, it was a woman’s voice. “You wizards never learn,” said the Sleeper.

My bets are still on Cytherea, somewhat.

“Listen to your leader,” said the Sleeper. “Don’t engage. I’m not here for you, but don’t think you can’t die again. Just give me the girl, and the rest of you are free to go back to whatever hell you came from.” Abigail said, from somewhere in cover, “You must be joking.”

You really think Harrow's friends are going to abandon her so easily? After already going through all of this for her - while being able to leave, and deliberately choosing not to?

“Seven,” said the Sleeper. “Six. Five—” “My cue, I think,” said Magnus Quinn.

I LOVE this. I love all of them banding together to fight an unnamed, faceless, terrifying ghost.

“I have known one death,” he said hoarsely, “and I swear that I will not know its like again.” “Smart boy,” rasped the Sleeper, her voice still strangely fuzzy, as if she were speaking through a communicator. “Figuring out the limits, are we? Doesn’t matter. My rules.”

Souls can die in here, but not so easily. I'm completely gripped, I'm on the edge of my seat, the real world doesn't even exist to me anymore.

“What happens? What happens if you take me?” Ortus said urgently, “Lady, no.” The Sleeper said, “You’ll die. It doesn’t have to hurt. I’m not here to torture anyone.” “And?” “I get your body.” “And?” “I finish it.” “Finish what?” “This isn’t a conversation. Two.”

How terrifying!

It could still be Cytherea. She saved Harrow's body earlier - it could be because she wanted it for herself.

But I somehow feel like it's getting somewhat less likely that it's her.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

(RDR2 Whump ficlet, Prompt "Kneeling")

A little something for whumpuary, as I'm full of Arthur Morgan feels after finishing chapter 6 again.

Characters: Arthur, Tilly, Micah

Relationship: Arthur & Tilly (platonic/sibling)

Warnings: Humiliation, Stabbing (it's a Rose fic), SA threat, gunshot, tuberculosis, character death canon-compliant (major spoilers if you haven't finished ch. 6).

A different take on the ending where Micah uses Tilly against Arthur.

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The pistol clicks. Empty. Useless.

"No!" A pitiful gasp leaves his lips as if he were begging his gun not to fail him now. Not here.

Micah rumbles a laugh, his arm tightening around his hostage's neck.

"What's wrong, Black Lung? All outta bullets?" He grins those crooked teeth, "Not so lucky anymore, are ya."

Arthur glares across at his rival, the thorn in his side since Blackwater, thinking that he could take the chance to rush at him, to tackle him to the ground before the rat has a chance to shoot him. Adrenaline could get him through taking a bullet enough to pin Micah down and snap his neck, after which he'd be content to let his body shut down. A quicker and more fitting death than the alternative.

He would do it, he would, were it not for Tilly being held in Micah's merciless clutches, gun pressed to her temple, the other man's finger caressing the trigger.

Ain't no way he'd be quick enough. And he won't risk trying. Not with her.

Tilly struggles, of course she does, teeth bared as she tries to squirm out of Micah's grip. Arthur is doing all he can not to look into those eyes of hers.

"She ain't nothing to you, Micah. Just let her be." He tries, despite knowing this isn't a man to be reasoned with.

"Oh but that's where you're wrong, cowpoke! I've learned the benefits of keeping a good girl in camp to do help take care of us...Only I don't need too many women wailing. This one'll do fine. We'll all take good care of her."

"I'd sooner you shoot me than let myself be a slave for you and your creeps, Micah Bell!" Tilly objects.

But Micah ignores her; "My buddy Cleet's had his eye on this one. He was so happy she stayed even when the others ran off. Now, he's known to be a little rough handling the ladies...but I'm sure she'll soon get used to him. And even if she don't...hehe...He'll probably prefer the struggle."

Sick bastard!

Once upon a time, Arthur would have said that Dutch would never allow such a thing, especially not to a girl that he'd taken care of like his own daughter. But that was the old Dutch...or the Dutch that never really existed. Whoever their leader was now had no qualms when it came to leaving his "sons" to die, so God only knows if Tilly meant anything to him anymore.

But Arthur knew what she was to his own heart. No matter how grown and beautiful she'd become in recent years, whenever he looked at her he still saw the same skinny, sad little thing that had threatened him with the tiniest bread knife for any food in his satchel, and then that same night after they brought her home to camp, had sobbed and screamed in terror when she'd woken from a bad dream. He'd already lost Isaac by then, Eliza too...He'd failed to save them. But this little one? He would protect her till his final breath.

And that weren't too long from now, he reckoned.

"Just let her go, Micah...Now..." A cough burns its way up and out of his rotten chest, blood spitting to the ground.

Micah grins; "You can ask me nicer than that, Morgan."

"Arthur, just go! I can handle him! Get to John and Abigail!" Tilly tries to implore. She must know, even though he hasn't told her, not properly. "Go!"

Not a chance.

"Micah. Please. Let her go."

"Hmm. That is a little better but...It don't quite hit the spot." Micah muses; "I got it! I know what you can do for me, Black Lung. Just one little thing and I'll let you both go."

"What?" Money? He has it all, him and Dutch, what else could-

"Kneel."

Arthur blinks, wondering if he heard right.

"What do-"

"You heard me. Kneel." He gestures with a jut of his chin to the mud between them; "Kneel and beg me to let her go...That's all I ask!"

"You're a sick little man!" Tilly curses.

He slams the fist holding his gun into her stomach. Arthur flinches, having to hold himself back as she cries out. Micah growls and cocks the pistol.

"NO, Miss. Jackson! I am a survivor! That's all I've ever been! And all of you have done nothing but look down your noses at me as if you were any different, any better, but you ain't!" He snarls, then looks back at Arthur; "Especially him. All those months, looking at me like I was horse crap under your shoe. But before this is done, I'm gonna have her see you for what you really are, Arthur Morgan. An old, pathetic, used up, diseased ridden failure."

The words sting. He knows they shouldn't, words used to have little to no effect on him, especially not from someone he hated so fiercely. But he knows they're true.

Eliza, Isaac, Mary....Davey, Jenny, Sean, Lenny, Hosea...even Kieran and Miss. O'Shea...

He failed them all.

Even Dutch. He knows he shouldn't blame himself for how he changed but he can't help thinking there must have been something he could've done to make him see sense.

All he has left, before the end, is to save those he can. Sadie, Abigail, Jack, John...and...

"Don't you do it, Arthur. Don't give him the satisfaction!" Tilly shouts.

His eyes finally meet hers. Large and brown, ready to swallow him as they had all those years ago. Those eyes that had looked up at him when he'd entered her tent expecting to fight off an intruder only to find a shaking, whimpering little girl, scared that the bad men from her past were going to come take her back. The face that been buried into his chest as he'd held her close and whispered the same promise he gave her so many times.

The same promise he gave her now.

"...I will keep you safe, Miss. Tilly..."

She shakes her head, tears shining in her eyes now, reminding him of that little girl all the more.

Arthur's jeans soon become caked in mud as he falls to his knees, head bowing slightly, hoping to fulfill whatever power trip Micah wants out of this. It doesn't matter, not anymore, even as the shame of it soaks him. He won't let Tilly die for his pride, whatever is left of it.

It's only the three of them in the woods, though anyone could ride along and see him in this sorry state. Not that they matter.

Micah's jovial laughter rings out.

"That's it! That's better! What' you think of your great hero now, girl?" He spits against Tilly's ear; "What did that annoying Irish brat used to call him? King Arthur? Not so high and mighty now."

"Enough! Please..." He tries, feeling a second scalding against his ribs; "Micah, let..."

Coughs rattle out, deep and thick, causing his shoulders to shake as his vision blurs and darkens.

Adding to the humiliation, he falls forward, catching himself on his palm as he heaves out a few more guttural breaths, blood dripping from his lips.

"Oh it just gets better and better. Take a good, long look, Miss. Jackson. See Arthur Morgan for who he really is!"

"I know who Arthur Morgan is, you snake." Tilly responds, defiant as ever; "No matter what you ask him to do, I know he's ten times the man you- DUTCH! DUTCH, OVER HERE, HELP!"

"Huh?"

The same grunt of a question is on Arthur's mind, waking him up from the tug of the abyss his rapidly declining health is pulling him into. He tries looking up, a glimmer of hope that his friend, his...His teacher, his leader, his everything for the past twenty years, has finally seen the truth and come for them. For him. That all those years weren't for nothing, that he didn't give Dutch everything he had for a lie.

He looks around, in the direction of where Tilly called to, squinting through the trees for a sign, a face. Nothing. And he knows then, it was just another lie. A necessary one, but that doesn't stop it from cutting him deep when he's already bleeding inside. It was cruel of her to give him hope, but it wasn't meant for him.

Micah was the one distracted. Micah, his twisted reflection, searching for a man who promised dreams, only to let his guard down enough for Tilly to twist and get a perfectly timed knee up between his legs.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT-"

She's on him before he can recover, grabbing the hand holding his gun and biting down hard. Micah screams again. He slaps her off, hard, but the gun falls with a splat into the mud.

Pushing himself with everything he has left, Arthur reaches for the gun. He can feel his chest begin to convulse again. There's no time to aim, not when Micah is about to lunge for Tilly, his fingers bared like talons for her throat.

Arthur pulls the trigger. It goes off with bang that rings in his ears, all of his senses far too sensitive, the world spinning.

He falls onto his side.

Micah is the one on his knees now, hand pressed to a growing patch of dark red at his side. He's groaning, trying to push through it, to stand up, but Tilly stands over him. Metal glints in the setting sun. Did she swipe Micah's knife or has she always carried that? Is it the same one she used to try to get a crust of bread off him in that ally?

Those scared, sad eyes are gone now. She looks down at Micah with nothing but contempt.

"This is for Miss. Grimshaw, you piece of shit!"

A blink, then she's on top of Micah, pressing him into the dirt, stabbing the knife deep into his neck before pulling it out, then back in. Again. And again. Blood sprays up onto her face, as it had with Sadie. How lucky was Arthur to not be on the wrong side of two of the bravest women he knew. Not to mention Abigail doing away with Mr. Milton.

Part of him could watch her forever, it seems to take as long for Micah to stop gurgling and twitching beneath her, until the bastard finally goes still. Another part of him wants to pull her off, to tell her that it's over, to hold her close like he had when she was small. Her feral growls have descended into whimpers, from exhaustion or the ongoing grief of the past year, who knows.

All Arthur can do, unfortunately, is watch while letting out heavy, rattling breaths. It's coming. He can feel it now. He's pushed all he can.

Tilly looks up, as if remembering that he's there.

"Oh, Arthur..."

Micah is forgotten, abandoned as Tilly sheaths the knife beneath her dress and crawls over to him.

There's a shift of surfaces beneath him, cold and wet mud replaced by something soft, and he realises she's tugged his head onto her lap. One of her hands is on his hair, the other reaching to hold one of his.

"He....Is he....Ma-make sure...he..." Arthur tries to tell her.

"Forget about him, Arthur. He's not getting back up. I made sure of it." She assures him; "I got him, Arthur. I ended it."

He manages a weak smile.

"That you did....You're a good girl, Miss. Tilly...A good woman...Y-you take care now..."

"Don't you say that. You just gotta hold on. They'll be coming for us soon and then we'll get you somewhere safe, somewhere warm." Her fingers stroke across his brow; "John wouldn't go without you."

"John...has a family..." They need him more.

"So do you, Arthur. You always have and you've always taken care of us. Let us take care of you...Please. Just stay with me, big brother." He hears her start to cry again, breaking his heart.

If she asks, he'll do it...He'll try.

He has a family? That's what Dutch always said but...he'd never thought it would be real without him, or Hosea.

His eyes are becoming too heavy to keep open. He's so damn tired.

There's a rustle in the tree branches close by.

A clap of hooves...

"Arthur...Arthur, look, see! I was right! It's Sadie, Arthur, she's coming! We're gonna get you to John and Abigail...it's gonna be okay....Arthur..."

He tries to open his eyes, the rays of the sun fighting against the dark red spots. Is it really Mrs. Adler? He doesn't see her. It might be another lie, this one meant to keep him hanging on, just a little longer.

There's no Sadie, no horse, even though he thinks he can hear the muffle of her voice calling to them as she trots closer. Raindrops on his cheek though he knows there's no clouds.

All he can see, wearing a crown of antlers, is the buck meeting his gaze. Another deep breath, and Arthur Morgan rests in his little sister's arms.

[ladywynne]

Eighteen Years Old

Graduation

CW: mention of mother who is passed away, otherwise copious fluff

Series masterlist - The system is father to a daughter, Mandy.

*****

“Amanda Abigail Spector.” Her name was pronounced with dignified clarity over the loudspeaker. Mandy walked across the stage to receive her diploma with her head held high under her mortarboard cap and her wavy long hair loose over her robe. 

Marc clapped enthusiastically, and Jake broke through for a second to let out a whistle. Mandy shook the principal’s hand and turned to search the crowd. Marc knew she was looking for them, and he felt his heart would burst with love and pride. When Mandy’s eyes found his her grin widened, and he felt his own smile answer hers.  

After the ceremony they found her in the crowd, but they were in a bubble of their own, a little family like they had always been. Jake smiled and touched her cheek, “Buen trabajo, mija.” 

Mandy caught his fingers and held them a moment, “Gracias Papá.” 

Steven came forward to hand her the bouquet of white roses he bought for her. He thought she had never looked more beautiful, or more like her mother. So grown up. 

“We’re so proud of you, darling,” he felt emotion choke him, and Mandy must have sensed it because she brought him down for a hug. She turned her head to kiss his cheek and held the hug for several long beats. 

*****

That night Marc walked into Mandy’s room, remembering how it looked with a moon-and-stars mobile hung over a crib. Now it is all color and life, with a corkboard covered in pictures of friends and string lights. He took note of the college banner newly displayed on the wall and his heart twisted just a little. Mandy was sitting cross-legged on her bed, doing something on her laptop. She glanced up and gave him a brief smile before returning her attention to the device. He sat at the end of the bed and waited. She finished a few more clicks and closed the cover, giving him her full attention with a brighter smile.  

“Hi Dad. Just looking at pictures of the dorm. My roommate wants to coordinate our stuff. I was thinking we could go shopping for it this weekend.” 

He gave a little nod, “Sure sweetheart. We’re going to miss you around here. It won’t be the same without you.” 

Mandy reached over to pat his knee, “What? Don’t tell me you guys won’t be off on new adventures.  Papá  has Marlene now and Da can finally take his sabbatical in Egypt.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly happy with these visions of their future. 

“And your old Dad will be checking his phone every few minutes hoping for a text from his girl.” 

She laughed, scooting closer to him, “I don’t think so. Khonshu is still around. Your consulting keeps you busy too.” 

He just nodded, not wanting her to spend even a second worrying about him. 

They sat companionably for a moment, listening to the sound of crickets and watching the breeze lift the curtains on the window. After a while Marc said, “Do you know how you got your name?” 

Mandy looked over at him, “Of course, it was mom’s name, Amanda Spector.” 

Marc closed his eyes briefly at the mention of his lost love before continuing, “Yeah, but I wasn’t talking about that name. I meant Abigail.” 

Mandy sat up a bit in interest, “No. I don’t think you’ve ever told me.” 

“I chose that one, and your mom agreed. It might have been your first name if we hadn’t lost her.”  

“What does it mean?” she asked curiously. 

Marc took one of her hands in his own, saying gently, “Abigail means ‘joy of her father.’”  

He focused on their hands, trying to speak his heart and finding it as difficult as he always had. “I was so eager to meet you, then, so happy you were coming; but, sweetheart, I didn’t realize how much more that name would come to mean as you grew up.”  

He looked up into her young face, earnest hazel eyes trained on him. “You have been my joy, ahuva, all these years. You are the blessing I never thought I’d have, and I am proud to be your dad. I love you so damn much.” 

Mandy had tears in her eyes, and she leaned forward to embrace him, “Oh Daddy. I love you too.” She spoke into his neck. “You and Papá and Da have given me everything. You’re the best fathers anyone could ever have.” 

[mirandamckenni1]

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[charlessmithhasmyheart]

Winds of Change

Ahhh! Okay! I’m so glad to be participating in this again. Thanks to @rdrevents​ for putting this on again. I was able to write for the lovely @12timetraveler​. We love to see another Hosea lover. 

I hope you enjoy this! 

Snow fell gently from the sky, the cold flakes landing in your hair and sticking to your clothes. The cold breeze tugged at your exposed skin and you clutched the warm mug of coffee tightly in your stiff hands. 

“Ah shit, I thought we left all this back in the mountains.” Karen stomped towards you and jerked the pitcher from the fire, pouring a cup for herself. She took a hasty sip and grumbled under her breath. She pulled her woolen shawl tighter around her shoulders. “I’d hoped we’d seen the last of this stuff. Guess I was wrong.” 

Despite how much you liked the snow, you couldn’t help but sympathize with her misgivings. Everyone was sick of the snow and the cold; it was a harsh reminder of the short time spent in the Grizzlies. The frozen, sleepless nights huddled shivering in the sparse cabins. Little Jack had been the worst of the bunch. His small frame could’t withstand the chill like the rest of you. Abigail had confided in you her worries about his survival ad together both of you did your best to keep him as warm was possible. Now, he ran around the camp whooping and hollering as if he hadn’t almost died a month ago. 

But, regardless of the dangers you had faced, and continued to face, there was something about the little white flakes that brought you some semblance of calm. Maybe it was the graceful way they drifted to the ground. Or the way they covered the grasslands like a soft blanket. You couldn’t really device. You just liked the snow. 

“What are you so worried about?” You said with a teasing tone to your voice. “Haven’t you got your lover boy to keep you warm?” 

Karen nearly spit her mouthful of coffee as a pink hue rose in her cheeks. “What I do with Sean is none of your business.” She wiped her chin hastily with the back of her hand. “Besides,” She grinned mischievously. “It seems to me you’ve got your sights set on your own lover boy. But I suppose he’s more man than boy at this point.” 

You quickly averted your gaze to the brown liquid in your cup. Suddenly the coffee seemed really interesting. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said quietly. 

“Sorry, did I hit a nerve?” Her tone softened when you didn’t respond. “Look. All I’m saying is sooner or later he’s going to find out. You’re gonna have to tell him sometime. Otherwise you might as well leave well enough alone.”

You swirled the coffee around in your tin, your thoughts going to the silver-haired outlaw. Maybe she was right. Maybe you should just tell him. 

“I guess so.” You conceded after a moment. 

“You’ll come to learn I’m always right.” She said with a wink. “Oh, and, word of warning. If I have to listen to MaryBeth moon about true love and all that romantic bullshit one more time I’ll tell him myself.” Karen dumped her coffee out onto the grass, adjusted her shawl and stalked away, leaving you to stare after her; mouth agape. 

The day passed by rather quickly after that. You had a long list of chores - courtesy of Miss Grimshaw - and only so many hours to get them done. It didn’t help that your mind was anywhere and everywhere else. Particularly focused on the older outlaw. The calm sound of his voice, his honeyed eyes, and the way his lips pinched in the corners whenever he smiled. It was safe to say you were absolutely smitten. 

As much as you hated to admit it, Karen was right. You couldn’t sit on these feelings for much longer, and something was bound to happen whether you were ready or not. So you might as well be ready. But what if it didn’t go how you wanted? What if Hosea ended up rejecting you? Your stomach twisted at the thought. 

You had seen him get after some of the boys - especially Sean and Bill - and you were keen on being on the receiving end of his temper. He wasn’t quick to snap, but if something touched him the wrong way his wrath was swift. 

You sighed and leaned your head back, twisting the fabric of the shirt you had been mending between your fingers. What were you supposed to even do? It’s not like you could waltz up to him and profess your undying love. That would be weird and you were pretty confidant he wouldn’t ever speak to you again after that. No, your best bet was to get him somewhere comfortable and somewhere out of earshot of the gang. You didn’t need them to be gossiping about your infatuations. 

You tossed aside your project and surveyed the campsite. It was still early enough in the day for some to be milling about. Arthur was having a heated discussion with John as per usual, Tilly and Marybeth were washing clothes across the way, and Pearson was sipping a bottle of rum. You thought it a bit early for that, but then again, Pearson was strange about those sorts of things. 

A moment later you spied the older outlaw near the camps edge. You scrambled your feet, taking amount to adjust your skirts, and walked toward him. You felt as if everyone in camp was looking at you and you felt like every motion was stiff and awkward. You took a slow breath and attempted to swallow your fears. 

As you neared you couldn’t help but drink in his presence. He was looking out at the mountains beyond, his hands tucked into his pockets. The snow still trickled down and it seemed to add a glow to his silver locks. He turned his head slightly as you approached and his smile send a shiver down your spine. And it wasn't from the cold.

“Y/N, good morning.” He greeted you warmly. “It seems you caught me in a bit of reminiscing I’m afraid.” A sheepish look came over him then, and he rubbed the back of his head twice. 

“Oh, well, don’t mind me then.” You said, waving your hand exasperatedly. Your moment of confidence was beginning to wane as you inched away. 

“No, please. Stay. I wouldn’t mind a little company.” He gestured to the grassy spot next to him. “Helps keep the more unpleasant thought at bay.” 

“Okay.” 

You both sat in silence for a few moments. The both of you staring out at the horizon. You ventured to speak when your heartbeats got too loud in your ears. 

“Can I ask what you were thinking about?” 

“Not much really.” He said slowly. “Just thinking about what could have been. My life with Bessie. Nothing I need to trouble you with.” 

You hadn’t known Bessie. She had died before you came to run with the gang, but you had heard stories. Bessie had been Hosea’s wife and a strong presence in the early days of the gang. 

“You must miss her.” 

“I do.” He said simply. You figured it wasn’t best to pry further, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know. At least not yet. 

“Do you want to go into town with me?” You blurted suddenly. At his surprised look you continued. “Not right now, obviously, but maybe when the snow stops?” 

He cocked his head and gave you a strange look, and you felt the twinge in your stomach returning. This was it. The moment you had been dreading. He was going to turn you down and you’d have to live with that humiliation for a long time. 

“Sure. Why not.” 

It was your turn to have an odd look on your face. “What?” You honestly felt confused. This not the response you had expected. 

“I’d love to go into town with you Y/N.’ He said softly. “You let me know when you’re feeling up for it. I’m not that hard to find.” He patted your shoulder, his fingers linger for a few seconds, before he walked away to immerse himself in camp life.  

You watched him go, mesmerized by the sway of his hips and his strong back. When he disappeared behind a tent you allowed yourself to express your glee. You spun in a quick circle, hands pressed to your chest, and a wide grin on your face. He said yes. Hosea had actually said yes to spending a day with you - and outside camp no less. You weren’t sure exactly where this was going and you hadn’t exactly told him how you felt, but somehow this seemed like the right path; Karen’s advice be damned. 

You stretched your hands above your head, letting the snow flakes tickle your palms. You hadn’t been sure why the snow had made you so happy this morning, but now you knew why. It had been a sign of change, for the season and for you. And now each time it snowed you would think about this moment and the overwhelming joy it brought. 

[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 29: An Old Friend)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

A few hours passed as Loki and I spent some time catching up, though we carefully avoided the topics of our torture. Thor arrived and I left the cell, promising to return to Loki, though neither of us knew when that would happen. Thor brought me to my room before leaving to speak with Odin. I smiled softly to myself as I remembered the moments spent with Loki in the dimly lit cell.

“My lady?” a small voice murmured, pulling me from my thoughts. The maid I’d been assigned was standing in front of me, her hands clasped together as she played with her fingers.

“I apologize,” I began, slowly standing up. “We haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Y/n.”

She smiled, seeming to relax slightly, though her hands remained clasped in front of her. “I’m Rose, my lady.”

“Oh, please… just call me Y/n.”

She nodded before continuing. “Are you uhm… are you her? The lost princess?”

Ice rushed through my veins as the question left her lips.

“W-what?”

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you,” she rushed to explain. “I just… I must know.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” I lied.

“There’s something important you need to kn-.”

A knock on the door interrupted us and I walked toward it but Rose stopped me.

“My lady?” she questioned.

“Sorry… it’s a habit from Midgaurd,” I said, remembering how the maids must answer the door, both as a security measure and out of respect. She nodded before making her way toward the door and opening it to reveal an older woman who looked similar to Rose. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun and she embraced Rose before entering the room.

“My lady,” she greeted, curtseying.

“Just Y/n is fine,” I chuckled. Something flashed in the woman’s eyes that I couldn’t quite place but she quickly recovered and it was gone. “Of course, Miss Y/n.”

I chuckled, but I knew that was as informal as most of the maids would get.

“And yours?”

“My what, ma’am?”

“Your name,” I answered.

“Oh… right. Apologies, ma’am. My name is Abigail. This is my daughter, Rose.”

Rose courtseyed again as if we hadn't been introduced already. It seemed as if her eyes were pleading with me not to reveal I already knew her name. Norns. It seemed their rules had gotten even stricter over the years.

I curtseyed in return. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

Once again I saw the same flash in her eyes before she regained her composure.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, ma’am.”

“Y/n,” I corrected. She smiled softly but made no move to correct herself. She stood there simply staring at me for a moment as an uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

“Did you uh… need something?” I asked, trying not to sound rude.

“Right, apologies, Miss Y/n. You looked like someone I knew once… a long time ago.”

Rose looked at me expectantly as her mother spoke. I searched Abigail’s face, trying to determine something familiar. If she’d been a maid, surely I would’ve remembered her; I was always very close with the staff around the castle, but I couldn’t seem to place her. There was a sense of familiarity in her eyes but no memory surfaced and a headache began settling behind my eyes.

“I’m sorry… I don’t recognize you,” I answered, wincing as the headache grew.

“Y/n?” she asked, the formality disappearing for just a moment. My name sounded so familiar from her lips but I couldn’t place it. My legs felt wobbly and the room began to slowly spin. I gripped the wall, trying to steady myself, as I heard Rose’s fearful voice.

“What did you do to her?”

I heard a knock on the door before darkness took over my vision and I slipped away.

Loki, I love you.

****

Several hours later Loki sat in his cell, warmth radiating through his body as he thought of Y/n, her touch across his body, and her whimpers beneath him. It was his second favorite sound in the world, second only to the sound of her laugh, light and warm in his ears. He wanted this happiness to last. He needed it to last, but it appeared fate had other plans. An icy chill spread through his skin suddenly, replacing the warm feeling he’d had only moments ago. Something was wrong.

“Guard!” he screamed. “Mother!” His heart squeezed in his chest as Y/n’s voice entered his mind. Loki, I love you.

“Help!” he screamed.

“Loki?”

He turned around quickly at the sound of his mother’s voice. “What is it, my son?”

“It’s Y/n,” he sputtered. “Something’s wrong! I- I heard her!”

“Calm down, my child. Explain what exactly you heard,” she soothed before turning to someone Loki couldn’t see. “Go check on our new guest please.”

“Right away, your majesty.”

She turned back to Loki who began explaining.

“I-it was like ice in my veins… b-but not like normal… I don’t know how to explain it but it hurt… and I heard her voice in my head.”

“What did she say?”

“Sh-she just said she loved me.”

Her eyes widened, before regaining her composure, not wanting her son to see the flicker of fear in her eyes.

“Send a guard to our guest’s room immediately, please,” she ordered. “And send Thor to me!”

“Right away, your majesty.”

“Loki, it’s going to be alright,” she soothed.

“No! It’s not! I never should’ve left her! If something happens to her… it’s all my fault.”

“No, sweetheart. This is not your fault.”

“She didn’t want to come here!” he yelled. “This never would’ve happened if I hadn’t been so weak!”

“Oh, my boy… you are not, nor have you ever been weak. You are my son and you are not weak. You are one of the strongest people I know and Y/n is going to need you. She needs you to be strong for her.”

“No sign of her, your majesty.”

Frigga’s face hardened and she began barking orders. “Lock down the castle now! No one leaves, no one enters! And someone find me Thor and my husband!”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Loki, wait there. I’ll be sending someone to come for you.”

“Odin will never let that hap-.”

“I don’t care what he thinks,” she hissed. “He’s gotten us in enough of a mess and you may be the only one who can help us find Y/n.”

Loki nodded and prepared for the worst.

****

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[autumnalfallingleaves]

I was thinking last night about some witch OCs I’m working on, and I got to thinking about wands- specifically, the forms they take in the show and what those forms might mean. I mean, each recurring witch in the show thus far has a wand specific to her, and none of them look alike. They can be anything, too- Frida’s wand is literally the peg off an old ship’s steering wheel, for Pete’s sake. But then, I started to wonder if these meant anything, because they’re so different. I’m pretty sure at this point that the wands do, in fact, have meaning. 

The obvious ones are the wands that two of the witches in the council have:

A riding crop and a black rose, respectively. The riding crop is pretty simple: it represents how harsh the witch is, and how she stands in a position of power. She’s pretty no-nonsense, too she reminds me of Yellow Diamond Her outfit reflects this. The black rose is a little more subtle, but still pretty obvious. The witch- Abigail, I think- is pretty emotional (the running mascara is kiiiinda a clue to this) and seems to be ruled by emotions. Roses, like this, are often associated with various emotions, depending on the color, and are used to express these emotions. Additionally, roses have thorns, and Abigail here seems to be focused on vengeance a lot (sending kids to the void, anyone?) 

(Gonna put the rest under a cut bc this got long lol)

There’s also this background witch who seems to have focus in baking, if her rolling pin wand and the bread is anything to go by:

I’d assume she’s a motherly type, based on the stereotype of female bakers tending to care for people.  

The wands I had a little more trouble figuring out were Kaisa’s and Tildy’s, who don’t use common objects for their wands:

Tildy’s is a flower and a feather(?) on a stick. By itself, it doesn’t seem like a lot. It’s pretty, sure, but doesn’t really have meaning. HOWEVER, in this case, it does, because it’s the same thing she was wearing in her hair when we saw her younger self in The Fifty-Year Night:

It’s a little harder to extrapolate meaning from this, but I’m thinking that is has to do with memories and fondly reminiscing about the good times in life while also learning from the past. Tildy’s a old lady; she has a very grandmotherly personality, and we typically think of women like her being experienced and having a lot of life lessons to teach the younger generations. She’s a teacher, too: she taught Kaisa, and she’s currently Frida’s teacher. She’s basically passing on what she knows- what she’s learning, her memories- onto the younger generations. 

Now, Kaisa: I’m thinking that’s it’s not the backstory behind the wand that counts, but the wand itself. It’s a pretty, gaudy thing that looks like something you’d find in a costume shop. It looks decorative, is what I’m saying, but really holds a whole host of potential- just like Kaisa herself. She’s pretty (as all the simps in this fandom have proven lmao- and I’m not an exception [mysterious witch lady pretty]) and you might not really wonder about her, but in reality, she’s very powerful. She has a strength, and she uses it to her advantage as much as she can. However, she has self-confidence issues. She doesn’t believe she’s really fit to be a witch, and I think her wand reflects it: it’s got a bend in it, therefore, it’s not perfect. I think that’s something Kaisa really beats herself up over- she’s not perfect, therefore, she can’t possibly be a good witch; her wand has a bend in it, therefore, it’s not perfect- but in either case, even though it’s not perfect, it still works just as well, if not better. Kaisa may not be perfect, but she’s one hell of a good witch, and her wand reflects that. 

And finally, Frida. Frida has, for lack of a better term, and odd wand. If you looked at it, you wouldn’t automatically think “oh, that’s a wand”:

It’s a piece of broken, worn wood from a sunken ship. It’s nothing impressive. 

But. 

It’s what it really symbolizes that’s important. Frida, as we’ve seen, has strict parents that may not approve of Frida being a witch. Therefore, Frida may have to hide a part of herself- take on a veneer of something hiding something else- much like a wand looking like a drab piece of wood. But, other than that, it’s the circumstances of how she acquired this wand that interest me. Hilda gave her this wand. Hilda, who is canonically Frida’s Familiar, and who is Frida’s best friend. And what’s one thing that we always associate with Hilda? Adventure. Frida’s wand symbolizes adventure: it’s from a ship, which went on adventures on the ocean, and was given to Frida by Hilda, a girl who loves to go on and drag her friends into adventures. And we know at this point that Frida is as much one for adventures as Hilda is, she just has a more organized approach. Essentially, Frida steers the adventure, while Hilda provides the get-up-and-go. 

And that is my spiel on witches’ wands, because I am an English major with an analytical brain who can’t help themself lmao. 

[fandom-imagines]

New Start

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X Reader; slight Sebastian X Reader

Words: 5.1k (I love him)

Warnings: None other than non-proofread writing I don't think, let me know if there are any that need tagging ^^

Note: There could be a part two if anyone would like x)

“Pelican Town,” the name fell involuntarily from Y/N’s lips as she hopped from the bus that had dropped her at her new home. “Guess we’re here, Luna.”

The midnight black cat rubbed itself against her owners’ leg, hopping onto the ground beside the suitcase that had landed mere moments before. A purr escaped the felines’ lips at the feeling off Y/N’s fingers gently caressing her fur, back arching in pleasure.

The cold air blew through the girl’s body as she stepped from the bus with once final ‘thank you’ aimed towards the driver. A shiver ran through her, arms wrapping around themselves to keep a grip on the little warmth she had left. Luna, who was now pressed tightly against Y/N’s leg, seemed to feel the same as her.

“Come here,” she smiled, kneeling with an open arm to allow the cat to hop into, soon surrounded with the warmth of the jacket Y/N had luckily worn for her journey. “Good girl.”

The sound of a young girl’s laughter sounded throughout the street, blending into her eyes along with the roaring engine of the, now departing, bus. A small grin crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired womans lips as she spotted a young, dark-haired girl holding hands with a man who seemed just as happy as she sounded.

“Shane, who’s that?” The young girls’ eyes were now fixated on the newest arrival to Pelican Town, legs shuffling themselves to move behind Shane’s body.

“Not sure, Jas.” The man’s own attention was now on Y/N, unsure as to what to say to her, if anything.

“She has a kitty!” Jas, or at least who Y/N assumed to be Jas, pointed towards Luna whose head had popped out from the jacket once the chatter had begun.

“She’s called Luna,” Y/N smiled brightly as she, once again, pet Luna. “You can pet her if you’d like!”

Jas seemed to ponder this for a moment, small fingers playing with the strands of her hair, “can I, Shane?”

“Sure, Jas. Just stay close, okay?”

The kitty owner smiled at their interaction, kneeling down to the ground so that the girl could have easier access to the kitten when she came over.

“Wow, she’s soft. Shane, feel!” Whilst her words were mostly directed towards the taller man, Y/N still felt slightly flattered at the compliment.

Shane, who was sporting his usual blue jacket, kneeled beside Jas, cautiously petting the cat with such care that it seemed like he feared he would break her.

The three of them remained on the ground for a few moments, Jas still as excited as before at the kitten, until an elderly man’s voice caught their attention.

“You must be Y/N,” he grinned. “I’m Lewis, mayor of this town. I see you’ve met Shane and Jas already.”

“I have, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Y/N returned his friendly smile, shaking his outstretched hand with pleasure.

“Likewise. I suppose I should get you to your new house, hey?” Lewis chuckled, brown cap falling down his head slightly as he did so.

“I’d appreciate that,”

“Come on, Jas. We should let Lewis show this girl to her new house.” Shane gave Jas a small, almost unnoticeable, smile as they climbed back onto their feet. “Thank you,”

“They were nice,” Y/N commented as the two people from before left.

“They are. That’s Jas and Shane,” Lewis began speaking whilst leading Y/N towards her new home. “Jas is his goddaughter, very shy but talks a lot once she’s out of her shell. And Shane, well there’s more to him than meets the eye, but I’m sure you’ll figure that one out.”

The two of them walked in a comfortable chatter, occasionally being stopped by the townsfolk to either greet the new villager, or to say hi to Lewis who then introduced Y/N to them anyway. Everyone she had spoken to had seemed extremely kind, not having a single rude thing to say to either of them, some aweing at Luna who was now hidden inside the jacket, fast asleep from the long journey.

“Here we are!”

The house in front of her was small, but it was cute and big enough for herself and Luna. She knew that it only had a single bedroom, something that was to be expected considering her situation. The place seemed as though it had been deep cleaned recently, which was likely.

“It’s pretty, I like it.”

Lewis let out a soft hum, handing her the keys to her new place, “I’m glad! I’ll leave you to get settled in! You should try and meet some people tomorrow, everyone here is friendly; I’m sure you’ll get along well with them all.”

“Thank you, Lewis,”

“Anytime!”

*

The house was cosier than she had expected.

The fireplace was already lit, filling the entire place with warmth during the cold weather. In front of the fireplace stood a couch, placed just on top of a blush rug which Luna gladly hopped onto, curling up into a ball, enjoying the fires heat.

“Get some sleep, Luna.”

The kitchen was neatly laid out. Everything was pressed together whilst still maintaining the comfortable feeling of the house. It was clear that this place was cheap. She couldn’t complain, it was perfect for her; away from her old life, tiny yet comfortable, everything about this place screamed ‘perfect’.

The bedroom was larger than expected, a double bed seated in the middle of the room with a cabinet placed at the end of the frame. Other than that, the place was ready for her to make it her own.

Ditching her suitcase on top of the duvet, Y/N grabbed her shower supplies along with some night clothes and headed towards her new bathroom.

“Here’s to a new life,”

*

Early the following morning Y/N rose to the sounds of birds chirping.

Luna was laid asleep beside her, snuggling into the duvet alongside her owner who was doing the exact same. The unexpected noise didn’t startle her, it simply confused her. Having forgot where she was, Y/N was incredibly confused as to why birds were singing in a dull city.

“Wait,” her voice croaked. “We’re in Pelican Town.”

The sound of her owners’ voice seemed to wake Luna from her own slumber, tongue sticking out to lick the human before cuddling into her warmth, the duvet seemingly not as comfortable as her favourite person.

A silent giggle left Y/N’s lips at the kitten’s actions, hands raising from the cover to stroke the dark fur which Luna seemed to enjoy judging by the soft exhale that she let out, something that simply made Y/N continue her actions.

“Morning you little rascal,”

The two lay in bed for a few more moments, the clock soon hitting 7:00 which was when Y/N decided she should, most likely, get ready for the day having planned to go around town and meet some of the others that live here.

As though she sensed the sudden idea to get out of bed, Luna snuggled further into Y/N as silent plea not to leave just yet; to stay and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the creaky oak bed.

“I know you want me to stay, but I need to meet people,” a soft sigh escaped her lips as she spoke. “I promise I’ll bring back some treats, okay?”

The mention of treats alongside a promise seemed to be all the motivation that Luna needed to get up. Her small frame raised itself up from the warm sheets, dropping herself onto the floor with a soft thud, something that earned a giggle from the human.

“Come on, let me get ready then you can have some treats.”

*

“Be good for me, okay Luna?” Were her final words as Y/N left her new home, locking the door behind her.

The ground was layered with autumn-coloured leaves, the sound of them crunching beneath people’s feet being oddly satisfying to those hearing it. The wind blew threw Y/N’s Y/H/C locks, tossing them into her face which caused an annoyed from to coat her lips as she tugged the strands away, back to their original place.

In the distance, a large building could be seen with a sign that simply read ‘Pierres’ above it. Deciding to head there first in search of treats, Y/N took off with a newfound spring in her step. It wasn’t everyday you get to have a new start in a new town now, is it? A chance to be who she wants to be, without anyone saying otherwise; it was perfect.

“Welcome, you must be new here!” A polite man with glasses greeted from behind the counter. “I’m Pierre, owner of the shop. This is my daughter, Abigail,”

“Hey,”

“Please feel free to have a look for anything you need.” Pierre finished once Abigail had also greeted the newcomer, pointing around at various displays and their signs.

“Thank you,” Y/N gave them both a polite smile, immediately heading towards the pet aisle.

“What’re you looking for?” A soft voice startled her, pulling her away from her search for treats. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Abigail,” The purple-haired girl, now known as Abigail, introduced herself.

“I’m Y/N. I’m just looking for treats for my cat, Luna, I promised I’d bring her some back.” A blush crawled onto her cheeks, embarrassed at admitting how she talks to her cat as though she was a human, despite knowing many do it.

“I’m sure she’s sweet. The treats are just down here!” Abigail said with a smile, the two of them walking down towards the end of the aisle, determined to find Luna some treats. “I always wanted a cat, my dad would never let us though. Shame really.”

“Cats are great, they can be a pain sometimes though,”

“I’m sure they can.”

It wasn’t long until they finally found what they were searching for, Y/N quickly choosing a pack of treats she was sure Luna would like judging by the flavour; all the items in the store being homemade meant she couldn’t get anything that she would usually buy, not that she was complaining,

“If you ever want to come hang out, I’m usually around here somewhere,” with one final smile, Abigail was heading back to her previous place when Y/N had first entered the store.

After paying for her items, Y/N left with one final waves to Abigail.

*

One long walk later, Y/N somehow found herself seated inside the local saloon with her new friend Abigail who had looked for her, inviting her for a drink with herself and a few other of her friends which they were currently waiting for.

“So, Y/N/N,” the use of the nickname made the named blush. “What made you move to a town like this?”

The question made her freeze, drink still raised slightly to her lips; she was certain that the shock was evident on her face.

Having not had time to come up with a perfectly constructed lie, Y/N simply said the first thing to come to mind, “new start I guess.”

“Makes sense. A nice quiet place where nobody knows you, I wish I were able to do that,”

An internal sigh of relief formed inside Y/N’s mind, relieved to have gotten away with such a short and simple answer; it was something she wasn’t used to. In fact, being able to get away with anything was a miracle in itself.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to someday,”

“I have some good friend, but sometimes I want something new, you know?”

Y/N gave a simple nod, completely understanding what she meant.

The saloons comforting warmth floated throughout the room, the background noise being ignored as the two continued to chatter about anything and everything, Y/N blissfully unaware of the gaze of another drinker fixated on her and her friends.

*

A banging head was what Y/N awoke to the following morning, only made worse by the ringing of her alarm clock which she switched off, a disgruntled groan leaving her lips and she did so. The noise simply made the pain in her head worse, a sigh sounding from her once she realised this. The sun shining through the open window also added to the pain.

Luna meowed from beside her, placing her paw on her owner’s face in an attempt of waking her.

“Sorry,” she apologised to the cat. “Want feeding?”

Feet padding across the cold wooden floor, Y/N headed towards the kitchen, both to take some painkillers and to feed Luna.

A smile crawled across her face as Luna sat at her feet, desperate for her food. Chuckling once Luna darted for the food, Y/N decided to finally get some painkillers to ease the banging pain in her head.

The wooden cabinet stood high in the air, too high for the girl to reach.

“Are you kidding me?” She sighed, attempting to jump to the height of the shelf. “I just want some painkillers,”

It took a few minutes for her to finally give up, a sound of defeat echoing throughout the room. Unfortunately, there was only one chair currently and it was plastic, no way anybody could stand on it without it breaking in two. So there was only one option: give up and suffer, at least until she was able to get some.

“Maybe Pierre’s sells some,”

It was a simple decision, her only idea as a matter of fact, and so she decided to head to Pierre’s and hopefully she’d bump into Abigail.

*

The autumn air was chilly yet still retained some type of warmth within. The leaves were, once again, coating the ground with their coloured patterns, blowing away on an adventure throughout the town. Despite the temperature being colder than she would have perhaps liked, Y/N pressed on, desperately praying that the fresh air would provide, at least some, relief to her head.

“Morning, Y/N,” Abigail smiled upon seeing her enter, evidently not as hung over as she was or maybe she just had painkillers, who knows?

“Hi,”

“You look hung over,”

“I am,”

The two continued to talk whilst searching for something to ease the pain.

“I hate to say this, but I think you’ll have to try Joja Mart,” Abigail sighed. “It’s up the road, just past the blacksmiths, you can’t miss it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Y/N gave one last smile as she left, ready to continue her search for what she needed.

*

Joja Mart was just what she was expecting, bold and flashy; everything she hated. Perhaps the hate stemmed from working for companies similar to this, or maybe she had always hated bold and flashy things, perhaps a mixture of the two. Either way, she had no choice but to go inside and find her painkillers.

The inside of the building was just as bad. Spotless and bright with posters plastered all over the walls advertising their own business, despite the customers having been inside their shop already. It was strange to say the least.

Y/N wandered the aisles of the store, searching high and low for any sign of painkillers; sadly, there were none. At least, not until she reached a shelf in the middle of the store that seemed to hold painkillers. Unfortunately for her, somebody was blocking the shelf.

“Excuse me,” her voice was meek. “Could I get some painkillers please?” Despite her pain, Y/N still mustered up a smile for the man, hoping to ease the clear annoyance on his face.

Wordlessly, the worker grabbed a box for her and gave her it before turning his attention back to stacking the shelves.

“Thank you,”

*

Swallowing the pills with a sip of water, Y/N was looking forward to feeling better again.

It was always fun drinking with friends, but the aftermath was not so fun. Despite all this, it was still worth it, at least in her opinion. Spending time with Abigail, Sebastian and the others of their crew was enjoyable, and it was fun to finally be able to let go and be who she wanted to be, who she is, with other people around her. She had thoroughly enjoyed doing so.

It was nearing late afternoon, the sky darkening and the moon replacing the sun that once sat high in the sky. The masses of people around Pelican Town had faded, leaving only a few lone wanderers to explore the territory; quiet and beautiful.

Deciding to remain outside instead of heading home, Y/N wandered to a place she had found yesterday with her friends.

The bridge was long, holding itself above the water with various wooden pillars below the surface. The water itself was a calming blue, moving steadily down the river, moonlight reflecting from the waves.

A content smile crawled onto Y/N’s lips as she took a seat at the end of the bridge, placing her shoes that she had removed whilst walking here on the ground beside her whilst dipping her, now bare, feet into the warmth of the water.

Time passed, the only reason she knew this was having watched sky darken further until it was a deep shade of blue, bordering on black.

“Hey!” A woman’s voice sounded behind her. “You look like you could use a drink, I’m Pam, and this is Shane.”

Looking behind her revealed both a man and a woman.

The woman was shorter than the man, whom she recognised from when she arrived at the bus stop, with short curly hair and a slightly distorted facial expression which Y/N assumed was caused by alcohol.

Shane looked the same as he was her first day there, blue jacket and green t-shirt keeping him warm and the tiniest bit of stubble covering his chin. He seemed slightly unhappy to be here, even more so when Pam flopped down beside Y/N, dragging Shane with her as she offered them both a drink.

“No thank you,” she politely declined the drink that was held out to her.

“More for me then, kid,” Pam’s voice was slurred, the stench of alcohol leaving her open mouth as she spoke. “What brings you here anyway? I know you’re new around here,”

The same question Abigail asked yesterday, why did everyone seem so intrigued by her sudden appearance? Then again, it’s not like you get many new faces in this town from what she had both seen and heard.

Shane’s attention seemed to be caught by this question, ears wide open to hear her answer but gaze fixated on the bottle of beer in his hand.

“Uhm- “hesitation was evident in her tone, something that only piqued the man’s interest. “I needed a new start.” It wasn’t entirely a lie; a new start was desperately needed for her. “Personal stuff I suppose,” she giggled nervously, running her hand through the warm water.

“Sounds about right, hey Shane?”

Shane wordlessly nodded, raising his beer to his lips to take a sip.

The three of them sat in a comfortable silence, the occasional sound if wind blowing through and the clanking of beer hitting wood being the only sounds that could be heard between them. None of them knew how much time had passed, only that it was nearing midnight.

“I should probably get home; my cat will be hungry.” Y/N sighed, lifting her feet from the water and putting her shoes back on.

“Be a darling Shane and walk her home,” Pam smiled at him, chuckling as Shane rolled his eyes in annoyance yet no remarks left his lips, simply standing up alongside Y/N.

“Come on,” Shane muttered, walking down the bridge with Y/N following quickly behind.

The short walk back home was quiet, Shane ignoring her attempts at making conversation, disregarding them along with a rude comment. It’s not that he wanted to be rude to her, she seemed lovely, but he had to.

His behaviour was confusing to say the least, leaving Y/N worried that she had done something wrong. This thought was clearly written on her face, almost making Shane apologise to her, feeling bad for making her doubt herself but alas he didn’t.

“Uhm- thanks Shane,” despite his rude behaviour towards her, she still offered him a smile. “I appreciate it.” And with that, she headed inside her house.

“Yeah, no problem,” Shane whispered once the door had shut behind her.

*

A few weeks had passed, and Y/N was getting along with most of Pelican Towns residents, especially Abigail and Sebastian who she would definitely say are her best friends with Penny being a close second.

Much to her disappointment, Shane was still quite rude towards her which sucked considering that she found him pretty cute.

“He’s like that with everyone he doesn’t know,” Abigail told her. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I guess,”

Despite all this, she was starting to feel safe and at home here in this small town. It was a small step towards her desired future, but it was one that she was proud of. Baby steps.

It was a quiet Saturday morning, Y/N on a usual morning walk to pick up some food for both herself and Luna. This was a routine for her, one she was used to by now. Less than a month ago she had found herself stuck doing everything for her mother, and now everything she did was for herself and her cat, just the way she liked it.

“Morning, Shane,” Y/N gave the dark-haired man a soft smile, watching as he directed his gaze towards the ground.

“Will you just leave me alone,” he snapped, not enjoying the way her smile dropped slightly before swiftly changing back into a bigger one.

“Sure,”

Shane watched with slight guilt as the girl walked away from him, desperately trying not to let his words get to her.

He knew she was nice. She had helped Jas and Marnie quite a bit in her first few weeks here, but he couldn’t let her get close to him. He didn’t want to ruin her innocence and kindness with his harsh and troubled personality, no matter how much he wanted to talk to her.

He couldn’t apologise.

*

More time passed and Shane found himself missing his, albeit small, interactions with Y/N. Instead of wishing him a good morning, she simply ignored him, staying true to her agreement of leaving him alone.

He would watch out for her of course, silently praying that she would say something, anything, to him so that he could politely reply to her. Nothing was said, not to him at least.

The small smiles and touches she shared with Sebastian at the Saloon irked him for some unknown reason. Shane hated the way Sebastian’s hand brushed hers as he handed her the drink that he had just bought her. The mere sight of Y/N and Sebastian together was enough to ruin Shane’s mood for the rest of the day, especially when they were alone together. It was clear Sebastian liked her as more than a friend, but the question was, why did Shane care so much?

*

The dark nights sky hung high above Y/N, the moon shining brightly alongside it to provide at least some light to anyone who may be out this late. It was a relatively clear night, not many stars littering the sky.

She had skipped meeting up with Abigail and Sebastian to instead sit alone, dipping her feet into the water much like she had done a few weeks before.

She was too deep in her thoughts, that she missed the sound of somebody walking down to sit beside her. It wasn’t until they were sat next to her, that she realised.

“Y/N,” they said.

“I thought you didn’t want me to talk to you, Shane.”

Her words made Shane wince. Despite the words seeming harsh, there was no harshness in her voice.

He hesitated for a moment, before doing what needs to be done.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that to you, you were only being kind. There was no reason for me to be so rude, so I apologise.” His own words made him feel uncomfortable, not used to apologising like this.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re scared of getting close to people, so you push them away,”

Shanes eyes widened at how accurate her deduction on him was; he didn’t know what to say in response.

“I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, Shane. It’s fine, I forgive you.”

Sincerity laced her tone, words being completely truthful. He didn’t know what to do, so instead he watched her. Her gaze was fixated on the night sky, feet gliding through the clear blue water. She looked truly beautiful.

That’s when it clicked inside his head: he likes her.

“I should get going, it’s late.”

Shane watched as she lifted herself up onto her feet, picking up her shoes soon after.

“Wait,” he called when she began to leave. “Let me walk you home?”

*

And that was how their friendship began.

The pair would greet each other each morning, meeting up in the morning to walk together, Shane going to work and Y/N going for her daily walk. In fact, that’s where they were now.

“It’s a bit chilly, isn’t it?” Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around her bare arms in a vain attempt to avoid the cold winter air.

Shane glanced at her cold frame, shaking his head slightly. “Should’ve worn some clothes then, shouldn’t you?” His words were clearly a joke whilst he laughed, slipping off the blue jacket covering his own arms, gently placing it around her.

The jacket itself was too big for her. The sleeves fell below her hands and the body buried her body; it was comfy.

“T-thanks,” Y/N smiled, praying that the cold weather had made her cheeks red, hiding the blush that had just formed.

“Don’t mention it,” Shane was praying the exact same thing. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket anyway?”

“I uhm-“unsure as to what to say, Y/N glanced down at the ground, silence filling the air whilst she fiddled with the sleeves on Shane’s jacket.

“Hey, what’s up?” Shane halted his movement, noticing that Y/N had done the exact same.

Nervously, he walked towards her until he was stood in front of her. She remained still. Shaking his head slightly, Shane raised his hand to her chin, tilting her head to face him. “What is it?”

“I’m not supposed to wear them in winter,” her words were rushed as she immediately tried to turn away from his concerned gaze, but to no avail.

“Why?”

“M-my mum told me not to,”

Shane’s eyes widened at her words, finger unconsciously running across her red cheeks. He had no idea what to say to her, no idea how to comfort her; it was clear that she was getting upset. So he did the only thing he could think of and enveloped her in a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head, enjoying the way her arms wrapped around his body whilst her head rested against his chest. His hand moved from her back to her hair, wordlessly stroking to hopefully provide some comfort.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, both just enjoying the others touch.

“You should get to work,” Y/N said, pulling away from his embrace. “You’re probably already late.”

“Being late is worth it as long as you’re okay,”

*

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Sebastian yelled as he saw Y/N outside Pierre’s, looking at the calendar.

“Hey, Seb,” she smiled sweetly towards the man who gladly returned it. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going,” he chuckled. “Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something!” Despite his attempts at seemingly calm, it was clear that he was nervous.

“Oh? What’s up?”

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go on a date? … With me…”

Surprise covered Y/N’s face, unsure as to how to react.

Sure, he was nice, but she didn’t like him, not like that.

“I, uh-“her sentence was cut short by another man behind her, someone who had clearly heard the question.

“Let’s go, Y/N,”

“Shane?”

Y/N felt Shane’s hand grasp her arm, the gentleness of the grip contrasting the dark look on his face.

“I-okay?”

And with that, the pair left a confused Sebastian behind.

“Shane, are you okay?” Y/N asked once the two were alone. “You’re kind of scaring me,” her hand reached out to Shane, resting itself on his arm.

“Do you like him?” His voice was merely a whisper, gazing at the ground as though he was too afraid to look at her.

“Well yeah, he’s my friend so of course I like him,”

“No, do you like him?”

“Shane? No, I don’t. I like y-“ Y/N’s eyes widened at her words, realising that she had almost confessed to her crush without thinking. “No, I don’t like Sebastian.”

Shane’s eyes glanced towards her, noticing her blushing cheeks.

She was still wearing his jacket; he could feel the sleeve on his bare arm as he melted into her touch. She looked adorable.

“Good,” Shane sighed, stepping closer to Y/N who was simply confused. “Because then we might have a problem,” his hand rested itself on her blushing cheek which darkened further at the contact.

“What do you mean?” It was her time to avoid looking at him, hoping that the blush wouldn’t get any worse. “I mean, it’s not like we’re anything, so why would we have a problem?”

“Because I like you,”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his confession, gaze darting up to the taller man. “You what?”

“I like you, okay? I have for a while now. If you don’t feel the same, just say and I won’t bother you again.”

Y/N stared wordlessly, unsure of what to say to him.

“Got it, I’ll leave you alone,” Shane’s hand dropped from her cheek to his side, slowly walking away.

“Shane,” she called out to him, only to be ignored. “Shane!” This time she ran towards him, taking hold of his hand to spin him around, lifting herself up to his height to connect their lips.

Her spare hand reached up to his neck, pulling him down to her. The faint taste of beer could be tasted on his chapped lips. Shane’s own hand moved to her cheek, melting into the kiss.

“I like you too,” she whispered against his lips once they pulled away.

Shane simply kissed her again.

[ofxendless]

Oooop have another post

Hi! You can call me C, I go by she/her, and below is some info about me.

• I’m 25 and I will only interact with those over 21.

• My tumblr will seemingly always and forever screw me over and not show me messages properly, so please feel free to head straight to my discord at cee98x

• I’ve been roleplaying since what feels like forever. I started super young one summer before school started up, and I’ve been on-and-off ever since. I began in roleplay groups roleplaying Harry Potter, then got really into The Vampire Diaries-verse, and have also enjoyed Percy Jackson, supernatural town, royal rpgs, and a bunch I’ve popped into over the years so am open to different things.

• I do come from a land down under *cue the flute*. So AEST timezone, but my schedule is alll over a lot of the time.

• I’m looking to rp over discord. Fair warning, I am still getting the hang of rping on there and I have no idea how to do real fancy stuff but I’m a quick learner so we’ll be fine. I still feel like it was yesterday when I dragged my feet big time transferring from roleplaying on facebook to tumblr. Ah, time flies.

• I’m a very easy going person! Your length, I’ll match. Your ideas? I’ll pretty much lap up everything. Hate fandom rp? Cool not an issue at all! Hate oc rps and prefer fandom? Wicked! If I don’t know the lore well, I can try to wing it! Struggling to get a reply out? No stress! I’m well passed putting so much pressure onto things that they feel like a chore. I’d love to chat about our ships and discuss fc’s and get excited and really have some fun!

• I play mostly female muses! I know, I’m so terribly cliche, but I am pretty meh with male muses. Although, it’s been a long time since I’ve given it a go and I’m always happy to compromise! Very much wanting sapphic plots too!!

• I’m open to smut and most ideas! Don’t like super dark kinks or anything too out there but, again, always willing to try new things within reason! Plot and smut should be balanced. I also have no triggers.

• Some fandoms I’d be interested to rp if that was your jam would include The Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, True Blood, Teen Wolf, The Umbrella Academy, Bridgerton, The Sandman, Doctor Who, and I’m sureee there’s more I am forgetting. This also includes creating OC’s set in any of these universes.

• Some themes I’d loveee to explore include supernatural/fantasy/paranormal, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, boss/employee or professor/student, soul mate/ride or die/meant to be, fwb, ewb, age gap (legal!), horror, crime, mystery, and soo much more honestly

• Face claims I’d die to use include Renee Rapp, Emily Bader, Maia Reficco, Madison Iseman, Anya Taylor Joy, Camila Mendes, Elisha Applebaum, Hannah Dodd, Sadie Soverall, Adelaide Kane, Anya Chalotra, Simone Ashley, Josephine Langford, Danielle Rose Russell, Abigail Cowen, Conor Leslie and Zaria Simone

• Fave opposites include all of the above and more, Matthew Daddario, Noah Centineo, Robbie Amell, Henry Cavill, Rege-Jean Page, Aria Shaghasemi, Ross Butler, Jacob Elordi, Glen Powell

I’m really after some big romance plots, open to literally an array of ideas!! Love supernatural/fantasy plots, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, soul mate, slice of life, and anything that will give me something to obsess over thanks xxx

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby Anderson x F! Reader Mini Series

FINAL CHAPTER

Song Used: Dear One, Mary Lambert

Chapter Fourteen; Dear One

*TWO YEARS OLD*

"I look ridiculous." I groan, adjusting the pale blue dress Kayla had helped me fix up a few weeks ago.

"You look beautiful." Kayla assures, running her hands down the lacy sides to smooth them out. I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, the dress is very beautiful. A beautiful ruffled skirt and rose patterned lace sides and metal buttons along the back, all a soft periwinkle color. I even let Kayla put a small braid in my hair on the right side, tucking it as well as the rest of my hair behind my ear. Kayla stands beside me, pulling me into a hug. "This dress really suits you." She says.

"I never thought I'd be getting married." I say with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think weddings were still a thing after the outbreak."

"Yet here you are." Kayla smiles. "You're about to marry the love of your life." I smile, feeling my hands shake.

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?!" I laugh. "I shouldn't be nervous!"

"Awww!" Kayla chuckles. "You're just excited! It's adorable!" She fixes her hair, loose strands of red falling out of her ponytail. The pink sundress she wears is the same style as the small white one she found for Evangeline.

"I can't wait to see Abby." I sigh, hugging Kayla. "Thank you for everything. You've planned an amazing wedding, Kayla."

"I'm your best friend!" Kayla smiles. "It's my job!" A knock at the office door pulls our attention toward it. Lev stands there wearing the same suit he wore when Evangeline was born. Kayla fixed it up so it would fit him better, seeing as it was too long in the first place.

"Y/N!" Lev smiles, running up and hugging me. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle!"

"Oh God it's already time?!" I feel my heart race in my chest, reaching into my pocket for the yellow paper I had written my vows on months ago. "Okay okay. Let me just go over these one more time."

"Nope!" Lev links his left arm with my right. "We're going now!" I turn around to look at Kayla. She gives me a warm smile, grabbing a bouquet Evangeline had helped her make.

"I'll see you out there!" Kayla whispers, hugging me tightly before walking out the door and around the corner.

"Lev." I mumble, staring straight ahead as I slowly walk with him out the door. "I'm terrified."

"Don't be." Lev says, squeezing my hand. "Remember, it's about you and Abby. Everyone who's here is here because they love you guys. They support you. You and Abby are the only people that matter right now, so just pretend it's only the two of you in this church."

"You're right." I nod, taking a deep breath. The music gets louder as we walk closer to the doors of the main room. She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert. A song Abby and I have slow danced to a million times. "Thank you, Lev."

"You're welcome." Lev says as we stop right before the doors. "Ready?" I nod again, pushing the doors open and walking in with Lev. The flower petals Evangeline had thrown earlier litter the dark wooden floor. All of our friends and neighbors turn to watch. I can feel their stares, but the only stare that matters to me in this moment is Abby's. Her eyes are locked on mine, a huge smile on her face. I feel myself tear up, seeing how beautiful she looks. She decided to wear a suit that matches Lev's. It fits her perfectly, making her look like as incredible as a marble statue. A tear falls down my cheek as Lev lets go of my arm, standing me right in front of Abby. I take her hands in mine.

"You look beautiful." Abby whispers, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"You should see yourself." I whisper back, laughing quietly.

"Mommy!" A familiar squeaky voice calls from the front row. Evangeline wriggles her way out of the arms of Kayla's little sister, running towards me as the crowd laughs. I bend down and open my arms for her as she runs into them. I lift her up, holding her close as Abby and I pepper her face with kisses. "Can I stay?" Evangeline asks, wanting to stay close by her moms.

"Yes you can." I nod, smiling as I set her down by my feet. She sits cross legged beside me, watching as Abby and I listen to Kayla's mother, Eileen, speak a bit about the two of us. I can't tear my eyes away from Abby's, feeling so safe and at home here with her. The whole world seems to disappear when I look at her. I don't even notice Eileen say it's time for vows until Abby lets go of my hands, pulling a piece of notebook paper out of her pocket.

"Okay." Abby sighs, her hands shaking. "Y/N..." She looks at me with so much love and joy. "When we first met, you were floating down a river trying to figure out how the hell you were going to survive. And when I saved you, you threatened me. Even though you had no weapons and you looked like a half-dead drowned rat." Abby and I laugh at the memory. "That's when I realized 'Oh fuck, I'm falling in love!' Then you trusted me, you came home with me and let me give you safety and food and comfort. It kinda felt like bring a wild animal into my home for the first time."

Abby's chuckle is cut off by a sniffle. "When you woke up screaming one night after a nightmare and asked me to stay with you, I knew I wanted to protect you and do anything I possibly could to make you happy and give you the life you deserve just like you've done for me. You've been through so much and you're still the strongest woman I've ever known. You gave me your heart. You've shown me a love I never thought I deserved until I met you. Fuck, you even gave me my own family! I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you and treasuring every single moment I have with you and our family. I love you so much." Abby wipes her tears away as I reach into my pocket for my vows.

I wipe my own tears away as I look at my writing. "Well." I pause, chuckling a bit. "I mean how the hell am I gonna top that?" The guests and Abby laugh at me as I take a deep breath. "I'm not great with words or romance... or people, really. But, when I met you, I felt this comfort and love I had never felt before and it made me want to try to love people again. When I told you about my past, you didn't judge me. You supported me every step of the way and stepped in to raise Evangeline as our baby. You are my angel. You are my savior. I..." I sniffle, wiping away more tears. "I should probably get to the vows before I start sobbing." I laugh. "Abby and I fell in love with Mary Lambert's music after I forced her to listen to it with me and... one of her songs has always stuck with me and made me think of her. So... Abby, I'm gonna use it as my vows to you, if that's okay." Abby laughs quietly, nodding and urging me to continue.

I take a deep breath. "Where did you come from, bright star? What heaven did you leap from, dear love? How can I say your name without the sound of Autumn underneath my tongue? Without acknowledging the lovers who bent me in half? Bless them for bringing me to you. How can I say your name without also breathing the words 'My God, I found you!'" I pause, taking a deep breath as I feel tears pour down my cheeks. "How can I ever speak again with this mouth when it has found where it belongs? When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lillies. I will make a house for you and fill it with evergreens. I will paint sunsets on every wall so you can only see beautiful things." Abby watches me, sobbing quietly as her smile grows even bigger.

"How can I say 'love' without wanting to fold myself into you like a thousand paper cranes. Dear one, I was halved the moment I was born. The other piece of me is inside of your mouth. And I was found whole the moment you spoke." Every single eye in the room is teary, Abby full on sobbing as I pull her in for a tight hug. She hugs back, whispering 'I love you' over and over into my hair as she holds me in her arms.

"That was absolutely beautiful." Eileen says to us, wiping a few of her own tears away. "Now. If there are no objections, let's continue. Abigail, do you take Y/N to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

Abby pulls away, locking eyes with me as she squeezes my hands. "I do." She nods, smiling at me. Her eyes shimmer, full of pure love.

"And Y/N..." Eileen pauses. "Do you take Abigail to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Damn right, I do!" I grin, squeezing Abby's hands as I nod at her.

"By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you, Mrs. And Mrs. Anderson. You may kiss." I waste no time grabbing Abby by her shirt collar and pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. She immediately kisses back, her arms wrapping around me as the guests cheer. We pull away once our lungs are screaming for air, pressing our foreheads together.

"Holy shit." I whisper, chuckling with Abby as I look into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Holy shit." Abby repeats, laughing harder. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." I reply, kissing her once more. We pull away in surprise when Lev yells.

"Party time!!" Lev cheers, waving his hands in the air. He runs towards us, wrapping his arms around both of us as I pick up a giggling Evangeline. Kayla follows close behind.

"Group hug!!" Kayla yells, squeezing us. I wrap an arm around Abby, resting my forehead against hers once more.

"I love you guys so much." I smile, finding comfort in the arms of my loved ones. Abby gently puts a hand on the back of my neck, gently guiding me up for one more kiss. I let my eyes fall shut.

"We finally made that last name official." Abby smiles against my lips once we pull away.

"Yeah." I hum. "We finally did."

END

[verai-marcel]

Sharing is Caring (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x F!Reader, Charles x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You and Arthur have been a pair for a few months, and he's fully aware that he claimed you when you were still getting to know everyone in camp. When he notices you and Charles talking together amicably, he gets an idea and can't let it go. He only hopes that you would be willing to go along with it. 

Author’s Notes: Been a while, huh? Just a random idea I had late one night, and it wouldn't leave my head. So in this fic, I’m thinking Arthur is incredibly proud of you, your beauty, your energy, your everything, and wants to show you off. He secretly gets off knowing that you chose to belong with him, and that he’s being such a great guy by letting you enjoy yourself with others. He could be a possessive and selfish man, but instead, being as giving as he is, gives to you what lesser men wouldn’t be able to handle: your freedom to indulge in some fantasies, and as a byproduct, some of his fantasies as well.

Tags: hotwifing, smut, dirty talk, rough sex, blow job, doggy style, paizuri, Charles x F!Reader, Arthur x F!Reader, unedited

AO3 Link is here, my friends.

Word Count: 3589

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Arthur took a short break after carrying around bales of hay for the horses to fondly watch his lady walk around camp, getting her own chores done. When she caught his eyes, she smiled brightly at him, just for him, and his heart leapt with joy. She had only been here a few months, but within the first week, he had made his move, uncharacteristically bold with the new gang member while she was still learning about everyone. Something about her made him nearly feral with desire.

Luckily, she had felt the same way about him. 

Now he watched as she turned her glowing smile to Charles, and he saw him nod his head to her, a gentle smile on his face in response. He would have been just as good of a partner to her, Arthur thought. He would have treated her kindly, worshipped her body just as he did—

A mental image came unbidden of her lying on the edge of a soft bed, her legs spread wide open, and Charles standing at the foot of the bed, taking her with strong, steady thrusts. He quickly shook his head of the thought, but although he turned back to his work, the idea percolated in the back of his mind. 

***

You had noticed Arthur acting a bit strangely these past couple of days. As you went about your daily routine, it seemed like he wanted to say something every time he managed to run into you, but he could only give you a simple touch on your arm and a shy smile before heading back to work. It was as if he was hiding something, and after being with him for the past few months, you had learned to read him a bit better, but you weren't even close to figuring out why he was being so dodgy lately.

You finally had enough and went to ask Charles. 

"You notice something strange about Arthur lately?" 

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow before he replied. "Does he keep looking like he wants to ask you something and then runs away?" 

"Yes!" you answered, glad that someone else had noticed. "Is he hiding something from me? Should I be concerned?" The pitch of your voice rose with every word as worry creased your features. 

"Don't worry wildflower," he said soothingly, "I'll talk to him."

You nodded, glad that Arthur had such a good friend. "Thank you."

He nodded and wandered away to look for Arthur, while you suddenly realized that he had called you by a pet name, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him. 

***

It was towards the end of the day when you saw both Arthur and Charles coming up to you. Arthur looked a bit chagrined while Charles just walked beside him with a sympathetic glance every now and again. They both stopped in front of you, and Arthur took off his hat. 

You were a bit wary because of the serious look on Arthur’s face. 

"Darlin'," Arthur started, but quickly became silent, staring at the ground for a few seconds, then glancing up at the sky as if he was praying for strength.

"Yes, Arthur? You know I'll listen to whatever it is you have to say. You'll suffer no judgement from me."

He smiled at your reassurance. "Then, would you be willin' to, um, come to the hotel. With both of us?" 

You can't say you were expecting that. Glancing over at Charles, you put two and two together. They must have talked about this before, and only now did Arthur have the courage to ask you such a thing. To be honest, before you had paired up with Arthur, you had imagined having a night with Charles, the mental images bringing heat to your cheeks. Even now, your eyes were drawn to those broad, muscular shoulders and those thick arms that could lift you with no problem. 

"Sure," you finally answered, much to Arthur’s relief. 

Charles looked satisfied and nudged Arthur with his elbow. "See? Nothing to worry about," he said before nodding towards you. "I'll see you both tonight."

He walked away to leave you and Arthur alone. You looked up at your lover, both excited and confused. He had never shown any interest in sharing you before; in fact, you hadn’t even thought of the idea yourself until they had brought it up. The question must have shown on your face, for Arthur stepped closer to you and took your hand. Looking around to make sure no one was around to notice, he took you further into the forest away from camp so he could talk without being interrupted. 

"Ask your question, darlin'," he commanded gently. 

"Were you waiting to share me? Or was this a sudden whim of yours?" 

Arthur leaned back on his heels a bit, scratching his chin. After a few quiet moments of self-contemplation, he finally spoke, low and soft. "A bit of both. Saw how friendly you was with Charles, and I'd trust him to take good care of you."

He stepped closer to you and touched your hair gently. "I'd like to watch you take your pleasure from him."

A shiver of desire ran through you. Arthur's brilliant eyes stared at you with a lustful heat, and you could swear you could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest. 

"He knows I'm sharin' you because I want to show off how beautiful you are, but only to the right people."

“People? Plural?” you asked hesitantly.

“We’ll decide together, but you get the ultimate say. I’d never make ya feel uncomfortable, darlin’.”

Nodding, you felt better about his emphasis on your choice. “Alright, I’ll… I’ll try this.”

Arthur leaned in and kissed your forehead, then pulled back to press his forehead against yours. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

***

Night fell and you were starting to feel anxious, but in a good way. You had been suppressing your carnal thoughts ever since you started being with Arthur, but some nights, when Arthur was out on a job, you’d curl up in his cot, tent flaps tied shut, and you’d shove your hand down your drawers and indulge in some of your more outlandish fantasies. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Arthur, far from it. It was just… while Arthur could make love so very well, you were a little more adventurous and wanted to experience all kinds of things.

You dreamed of being claimed by two or three men together, taking all of them deep inside of you while you came around their cocks. You even had a scandalous fantasy of John and Abigail taking you aside and using you as their personal toy. Your most outrageous idea had been born out of a stray thought, of being on your knees before Charles, John, Javier, and Arthur, all four of them stroking their long, thick shafts as they spent themselves on your face and breasts, their hands petting your hair and holding your hands as they moaned your name in ecstasy.

You shook your head. You hadn’t thought of that idea in a while. It was nearly enough to bring some wetness between your legs, and you took a deep breath to calm your heart. Charles was waiting at the hotel for the two of you, and as you joined Arthur at the horses, you smiled and waved to him, trying not to show your eagerness for tonight.

“Ready?” he asked, holding his hand out for you to mount his horse.

“Sure am,” you said easily as you mounted up. You felt Arthur settle in behind you, one arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you started to head towards town.

***

“You let me know if you suddenly don’t feel like it no more,” he said gently as you got closer to the hotel.

You smiled. Arthur was so incredibly attentive and kind to you. But you wanted this. You definitely wanted this more than you were letting on. Leaning back against his strong, steady chest, you leaned over to kiss his stubbled chin. 

“I’m still feeling it, Arthur.” You reached behind you and lightly ran your fingers along the curve of his bulge. “In fact, I’m very much looking forward to both of you,” you purred.

A low chuckled reverberated through you, and the arm around your waist tightened just enough to tell you he wanted you right this second, his hand gripping you possessively.

***

“I had a bath brought up here,” Charles said as he let the two of you into the room. “Figure our lady would like a nice, relaxing wash before we have some fun.”

You smiled at him; he was just as thoughtful as Arthur, so warm and gentle when he wanted to be. As you stepped towards the bath, the two men glanced at each other before coming towards you.

“Let us undress you, sweetheart,” Arthur said, taking position behind you. 

You nodded and could only gasp as Charles came forward and kissed your cheek softly as his hands cupped your breasts.

“So beautiful,” Charles murmured before he began to unbutton your blouse slowly. The warmth of the fireplace licked at your revealed skin as he pulled the cloth from your shoulders, sliding down your arms to drop to the floor. At the same time, Arthur had his arms around your waist, undoing the buttons of your skirt, and as that fell, he was untying the ribbon of your drawers, letting them fall as well.

Charles took your hands and led you to step forward out of your pile of clothing. He looked you up and down, your chemise, your stockings, and your boots still on. To your surprise, Charles knelt before you and started to unlace your boots. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders for balance as he helped you remove them.

Arthur suddenly returned behind you, his warmth a welcome feeling to your back. He also knelt down and ran his hands down your legs as he removed your stockings one by one, tossing them aside.

Finally the only thing you had on was your chemise, and Charles turned you around to face Arthur.

“Look at him while I take this off,” Charles whispered in your ear.

You locked eyes with Arthur. He was looking at you with such a lustful curve to his lips, like you were the most gorgeous thing in the world. He was silent as Charles cupped your breasts again and squeezed you gently before moving his hands down to the hem of your chemise. You instinctively reached behind you and wrapped your arms around Charles’ neck, sticking out your chest slightly for Arthur to enjoy. You could see how his erection punched at his jeans, and he reached down to cup himself, almost as if he was willing himself to calm down so he could enjoy the whole show.

Charles slowly lifted up your chemise, giving Arthur a show of your body as he pulled it over your arms and head with your help. He flung it to ground and returned his hands to your body, caressing you up and down your curves.

“Let’s get you all clean, wildflower,” Charles said as he led you to the small barrel bathtub that had been brought into the room. Charles placed his hand into the steaming water to check the temperature.

“Perfect,” he said, and carefully let you step into the tub. You sighed happily as the hot water relaxed your body. You became more relaxed as Arthur and Charles took up positions beside you and cleaned your skin and rubbed your muscles until you were limp and pliant.

“I think she’s ready,” Arthur said, a gentle smile on his face. “Look at my girl, so relaxed.”

You looked at him and smiled back. As you were lifted out of the tub and dried off with a soft towel, you felt like a queen, being tended to with the utmost care. Then Charles carried you off to the bed and laid you down with your rear on the edge, your legs hanging off the side. Arthur sat next to you and caressed your hair.

“Now, I want you to look at me when I tell you, alright? Otherwise you can do whatever you want,” Arthur said.

“Yes sir,” you said automatically without thinking about why you said it.

Arthur let out a low moan. After a moment, he swallowed. “Didn’t know two simple words could get me so hard,” he said, chuckling softly. Resting himself on one arm, he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his aching manhood. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes on your nude body with unabashed hunger.

The sound of shuffling clothing brought your attention to Charles, and you caught your breath. He had divested himself of all of his clothes, his naked body completely revealed. He was so muscular, so well-built, and as your eyes locked onto the girthy shaft between his legs, you knew that he would make you sore the next day.

You couldn’t wait. You spread your legs almost immediately, beckoning him to come closer.

Stepping forward, he took his cock in his hands and rubbed the tip along your slit, spreading your slick around. He dipped in a little bit and then pulled out.

“You’re really tight, sweetness,” Charles said softly as he pressed a finger against your clit and began to stroke you. As you gasped and squirmed, he used his other hand and pressed two fingers inside of you, stretching you out as he continued to play with your clit.

Your hips lifted up towards his touch. “Just fuck me,” you said, panting as you were already reaching the edge.

Both Charles and Arthur laughed.

“Such a vulgar lady,” Arthur teased. “Guess we forgot to wash that dirty mouth.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, but then you gasped as you felt Charles press his cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he slowly pushed forward, and you writhed with pain-laced ecstasy, the burning stretch tempered by his steady strokes on your center that kept you from pulling away.

When he finally bottomed out after what seemed like forever, you felt incredibly full, as if his cock had completely taken over inside of you. You looked down to see where you were joined, and your eyes traveled up Charles’ abs, his chest, then to his face, where he was looking at you with a smug and sexy smirk.

“Look at me,” Arthur commanded suddenly.

You turned to him and saw his devious grin.

“Fuck her,” he said to Charles without looking at him. Arthur’s attention was only on you.

All your heard was an affirmative grunt before you were suddenly being claimed by a very large, very thick cock. You could feel Charles’ hands on your thighs as he gripped you, keeping your legs spread out so he could see himself moving in and out of your wet heat. You could feel the bed shake with every powerful thrust. You could feel your throat growing hoarse with every loud cry you made.

But all you saw were Arthur’s eyes, his pupils blown out with lust as he watched you get fucked so hard that you were breathless.

“Like getting fucked hard, princess?” he growled.

“Yes!” you screamed as Charles gripped your hips, angled himself a little differently and was thrusting into you again, hitting a sweet spot inside of you that made you grab the bedsheets and claw into the mattress.

“Say it.”

“I like getting fucked hard!”

“What a naughty lady,” Charles grunted. “Maybe you should do something about that mouth of hers.”

Arthur grinned and took off his boots before climbing onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. As Charles pulled out of you, you had two seconds of reprieve before he flipped you over onto your hands and knees and slapped your ass.

“Go to him,” Charles ordered.

Crawling between Arthur’s legs, you let him lovingly grab a fistful of your hair and guide your lips to his cock. You licked it once, twice, before he growled menacingly.

You loved teasing him like this; that growl of his just did things to you that instantly made you even more wet. Taking the tip of him into your mouth, you started to suck on him casually, occasionally stopping to lick the entire length of cock, up and down, before taking him into your mouth again.

You saw Arthur nodding at Charles as he pulled you away from his wonderful cock. That was the only warning you got before Charles slammed into you from behind. You surged forward and let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Charles then grabbed your arms and pulled you towards him, arching your back as he fucked you in earnest, letting your ass bounce off of his hips, his pace increasing as he let your arms go, putting one thick arm around your chest so he could grab one of your breasts, while his other hand reached for your core and stroked you. 

“Look at him,” he whispered into your ear.

You locked eyes with Arthur and your heart nearly stopped. He was so blissed out, watching you with so much heat in his eyes that you swear you could catch fire. He was furiously stroking himself, his breaths coming out in labored puffs. 

“Make’er come,” he rasped. “I want to see her fall apart.”

Charles stroked you harder, faster, and his thrusts somehow felt deeper as he drove you over the edge. You screamed wordlessly to the heavens, your body going stiff for a blissful few seconds before spasming as the climax worked its way through you. Flying and falling, flying and falling, you felt like Charles’ fingers on your core would never let you go, and every time you thought he was done, he would drive into you again and draw out another shaky spasm from you until you went limp, collapsing in his arms.

He gently lay you down next to Arthur and straddled your body. He took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, then wrapped his big hand around yours. Together you stroked him until he let out a long, lustful moan as he spent himself onto your breasts. He had plenty of spend to coat your skin, and when he was done, he gingerly lifted himself off of you and collapsed at the foot of the bed, completely satisfied.

You were still catching your breath when Arthur sat up, got onto his knees, and grabbed at your hips to angle you towards him. Spreading your legs, he thrust into you smoothly; you were so wet and easy to enter.

“So damn gorgeous,” Arthur grunted as he fucked you. “So dirty with all that spend on ya. But yer my naughty lady, ain’t’cha?”

“Yes, yes Arthur!” you cried out as he pounded into you, his pace increasing with each of your cries of his name.

“You want my spend too, darlin’?”

“Yes, please, please Arthur, spend on me, make me your dirty girl, please!” you begged, no longer caring about how incredibly wanton you sounded. 

Arthur moaned at your words, barely pulling out in time before he came, thick ropes spilling from his as he left his mark all over your belly and thighs.

“You a happy lady now?” he asked after the two of you had caught your breaths, still staring at each other in awe.

“Yes, very much so,” you replied. You slowly sat up and looked over at Charles, who was comfortably lying on his side on one elbow, watching the two of you with a happy smile. “Did you have fun too?”

Charles nodded. “I did.” He looked at Arthur. “Thank you. Both of you. I really enjoyed this.”

He stood and started to get his clothes. You glanced at Arthur, but he only shrugged. “I told him he could sleep here tonight, but he said he’d rather let us have some time together.”

You turned back to Charles. “Thank you,” you said, suddenly shy despite all the things the three of you had just done.

He smiled as he pulled up his pants. Walking back towards you, he took your hand and kissed the top of it. “Anytime sweetness, as long as you two will have me.”

***

Once Charles had left, the two of you cleaned up with the now tepid water and cuddled together in the hotel room, sated and happy. As the two of you began to fall asleep, you suddenly needed to know something.

“Arthur?”

“Hm?”

“You ever think about sharing me with anyone else?”

“...”

At his silence, you sat up to look at him in the moonlight. His eyes were closed, but his brows were furrowed, as if he were still thinking.

“Arthur…”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes, I do!”

He let out a sigh. “I realized I’m alright with whoever you want, as long as I get to claim you in the end and you say my name when you let go.”

“Why the sigh?”

“I thought… I thought I could only be comfortable with Charles, since I trust him.” He turned towards you. “But really… I just want you to be happy. So whoever you want, I’ll accept.”

Your heart swelled and you reached out to hug him tight. “I love you, Arthur.”

“I love you too, darlin’.” He held you close. “I’ll always treat you right.”

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End Notes: Oh lord, I accidentally spawned a few other ideas in my head after writing this. We’ll see, maybe we’ll have some short smut ficlets if I feel like it!