#PartTwo

[loonyunicornn]

The Man | Part 2

I walk through the forest and onto the path where I will follow until I reach the marsh to sleep. The old trees croak overhead, I look up to stare at the regal branches, some have fallen with great storms, but they still survive. The trees are all connected, they say that everyone is. Goodnight. I hum to the great willow as I step onto her island, she stares as I wander closer to her, underneath her will I will lay. In the summer she is mighty. She blows with the wind and is the oldest tree in the forest, so much that I do not remember her birth. I remember everything, I remember the beginning of the forest, many many years ago, when Man did not exist yet, and the world was free. When my mother was alive and we could leave the confines of our land, there were many like us. I remember distant voices in the back of my mind. We hum together in vibrations, we danced together and winter never came. 

That was until Man. They changed everything, chasing the animals into small portions of the shrinking world. They made fire and ash, they cut down the trees and hunted us out. I was only a child then, only a baby with my mother keeping me safe. The Man made it cold, they made the trees die, I remember the feeling in my heart as it pounded. When I sensed them for the first time. They came into the forest with a malicious heart, creeping quietly in the early hours before dawn. I was woken by my mother to move quickly into the water, they would not find us there. Quickly, you must wake up. She had said to me, we moved to the water without a sound, the deer had not been so lucky. They woke at the beginning of sunrise, unaware of the Man who surrounded the forest from all sides, they would walk to the lake to take a drink with their children and begin their day normally. But just before the sun reached its peak in the sky they would fall. At first it was one, then it was two, then three or four. I lost track after 12. They created a tool to take them from their lives, a tree branch fashioned with stones, it moved quickly in the air. It dove into the sides of the deer, killing them in an instant if they were lucky. For some it took two, but for the most majestic it took four. I felt the dying all around me, it shot through my bones and into my heart, I wished I was the one taken by the stones, the forest felt a great mourning that day. This was the first death but not the last, so thoughtfully, they left the fawns, motherless and alone, wandering the forest with sunken faces and heavy hearts, we took care of them, our kind. But soon the Man would come for us too.

[anitatad]

Why Bookworms Make Great Partners (part two)

Why Bookworms Make Great Partners (part two) Since posting the first part of this article from The Sense Hub, there has been a substantial increase in activity around here. You can read it again HERE. Sunday is normally a family day for me, where I cook a roast and chill out for the rest of the day. I did cook the roast, but somehow, I picked up a pen and didn’t put it down until late in the…

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

The Black Widow’s Web: The Call of the Black Window (Part 2)

Written by @Sox_Goose_Tech.

The cold night air clung to Vishous as he made his way through the streets of Caldwell, the city’s usual noise muted by the late hour. He moved through the shadows like a predator on the hunt, his body taut with tension, his mind focused on one thing: the vision. Her. The woman who had haunted his every thought since that night. Her voice, her scent, the promise in her eyes—it was all burned into him, a constant, gnawing presence that he couldn’t shake. The message had been clear: Find me.

And he had.

The club was hidden in one of the seedier parts of town, its entrance nothing more than a nondescript door set into the side of an abandoned building. But beneath that door lay The Black Widow’s Web—a place he’d only heard whispers about. A den of indulgence and danger, where power and pleasure intertwined, and secrets were traded like currency. It wasn’t the type of place just anyone could walk into. But Vishous wasn’t just anyone. He descended the narrow, dimly lit staircase, the air growing heavier with every step he took. The smell of incense, thick and cloying, filled his lungs, mixing with the scent of sweat and lust that seemed to seep from the very walls. His senses were on high alert, every nerve in his body attuned to the pulse of energy that thrummed through the place. It was almost suffocating, the heat and the noise pressing in on him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. A heavy velvet curtain hung in front of him, the last barrier between him and whatever lay on the other side. He pushed it aside, stepping into the heart of the club, and immediately, he was hit by a wall of sound and sensation.

The room was bathed in deep red and gold light, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the plush velvet walls. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, leather, and smoke. Bodies moved together in languid, sensual motions, the low hum of conversation punctuated by occasional gasps and moans. Everything about this place screamed indulgence, decadence. But beneath it, there was an edge—a sharp undercurrent of danger that hummed just below the surface. His eyes scanned the room, his body tense, ready for anything. He could feel it—the pull, the same electric charge that had drawn him into the vision. She was here. Somewhere. He moved through the crowd, his boots silent on the plush carpet, every step deliberate. His gloved hands flexed at his sides, his instincts on high alert. The deeper he went, the more the tension grew, coiling tight in his chest like a spring. The sounds around him blurred into a distant hum as his focus narrowed. She was close. He could feel her. And then he saw her.

Zaerael stood at the far end of the room, half-hidden in the shadows, watching him with those same dark, dangerous eyes. She was dressed in black, a form-fitting bodysuit of leather and lace that hugged her curves and glinted in the low light. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale face. She was beautiful—too beautiful. Almost otherworldly. But there was something in the way she looked at him, a quiet, simmering intensity that made his blood heat. It was the same look she’d given him in the vision, the same silent promise wrapped in danger. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a knowing smile, as if she had been waiting for him. And she had. The crowd around him seemed to disappear as he moved toward her, every sense locked on the woman in black. The air between them crackled with tension, the same electric current from the vision thrumming through him. His heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears, but his expression remained carefully blank. He didn’t trust this. Didn’t trust her. But he couldn’t deny the pull.

"Vishous." Her voice was like silk, smooth and sensual, wrapping around him like a caress. She leaned back against the velvet wall, crossing her arms over her chest, her dark eyes gleaming in the low light. "I knew you’d come."

His body went rigid. The sound of his name on her lips sent an alarm ringing through his mind. He hadn’t told her his name. He’d never even seen her before the vision. His eyes narrowed, suspicion hardening his expression. "How do you know my name?" he growled, his voice low and full of warning.

Zaerael’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, as though his suspicion amused her. "I know a lot about you, Vishous," she purred, pushing off the wall and stepping toward him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, the predatory gleam in her eyes never leaving his. "More than you think."

Every nerve in his body screamed for him to back off, to put distance between them. But he held his ground, his gloved hands curling into fists at his sides. "I don’t play games," he said, his voice a growl of warning. "So let’s cut the bullshit. How do you know who I am? How do you know about the vision?"

Zaerael’s dark eyes glittered with something dangerous as she stopped just inches from him, her head tilted slightly in amusement. "You don’t remember?" she whispered, her voice a low purr that sent an involuntary shiver through him. "The vision was only the beginning."

His jaw clenched. He didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way she seemed to know him, the way she moved as if she had him already figured out. There was too much he didn’t know—too much that didn’t make sense. And that was dangerous.

"You felt it too," she continued, her voice wrapping around him like smoke. "The connection. You were drawn to me, just as I was drawn to you."

His pulse quickened, his breath coming a little faster. The primal hunger he’d felt in the vision, the need to take, to possess, surged to the surface, making his muscles tense, his mind screaming at him to resist. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was telling the truth—at least part of it. The connection was there. But why? And how? "I don’t know what game you’re playing," he said, his voice dangerous and low, "but you won’t win."

Zaerael laughed softly, the sound like velvet brushing over steel, sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Vishous," she murmured, stepping even closer until her body was flush against his. He could feel the heat of her through his clothes, the soft press of her curves against his chest. His hand twitched, his instincts screaming at him to push her away, but his body refused to obey.

"You and I," she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, "are two sides of the same coin. You need this. You need me."

He clenched his jaw, his hand coming up to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer even as his mind screamed at him to stop. Her scent filled his nostrils—dark, dangerous, intoxicating. His body hummed with the same electric tension he’d felt in the vision, the primal hunger roaring to life inside him. But something still wasn’t right. How did she know so much? And why had she invaded his vision, his very soul, without him knowing? "You don’t know me," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through them both.

Her smile widened, her eyes darkening with something dangerous. "Maybe not," she whispered, her breath hot against his lips. "But you will."

With that, she slipped from his grasp, disappearing into the shadows as if she had never been there. Vishous stood frozen for a moment, his body still humming with the aftershocks of her presence, his mind racing. She was gone, but the questions she’d left behind burned hotter than ever. She knew his name. She knew about the vision. And that meant she was far more dangerous than he had originally thought.

The game had only just begun.

[twes2363a]

This video is from one of my stories, Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team. This is part 2 of the full episode of Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team S1 E7: The Haunting at Camp Meldew Lane. Synopsis: There's another mission for the Gavinville Paranormal Team to do, and they have to go to a youth summer camp at Camp Meldew Lane. As the campers and camp staff explains about the hauntings at the camp, will the team put a stop to an evil family causing trouble at the camp?

[catandravendesigns]

Mr Green or Nurgling??

[wiziwiz]

Léa Seydoux on set of Dune 2

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[d20discoveries]

Part Two

Greece Part Two is out now!

[childdevourer1]

Just finished dr season 2 and

Holy

Fuck

[libraryofcirclaria]

20 April 1331

Library of Circlaria

Third Level Society: First Version

Story Twelve: Jax Lyons

Part Two: Jax Lyons

I was going to travel to Mount Carris on April 13 but another Neurovirus lockdown in Gentry County forced me to wait until April 16. Nonetheless, the trip to Mount Carris was uneventful.

***

I arrived to the top of the Mountain, just like Ron Forester. I saw the Great Broken Tree.

And mere yards from me, lightning struck.

I don't remember what happened next but I felt myself fall through a void, much like I was traveling through time. I saw the hostile land to the North, the Combrian Confederation, and received divine insight that it was about to fall due to war and disease. Then I re-lived my life backwards, all the way back through my years of youth until the time I was a baby.

And then, nothing.

Suddenly there emerged the Great Author, face-to-face with me. The face of the Great Author was one unable to be recognized by anyone of the human race, but what was clear to me was one thing: The Great Author was neither male nor female.

"Go forth and follow your calling," the Great Author spoke to me. "You shall have no obligation to continue as solely a Pagewriter nor as a Pageturner. Your course shall follow no such conventions but only the convention of seeking the Great Truth. For the Anomaly is not its own mechanism but simply a manifest of the inter-dimensional Threat of Humanity, only to be vanquished by the union of the Pageturners and Pagewriters."

***

Two days later, on April 18, I returned to Cabotton to find that someone had been wanting to meet with me, though the contact did not self-identify to the Steward who relayed the message to me. I knew it was someone from the Pageturner Guild, wanting to keep their identity discreet in such close proximity to the Third Level Society, as the Society was dominated by allies to the Pagewriters. But I was convinced that it was Kelsey Band. After all, I went months without speaking to her up until this point.

It was Pheleston.

"Peter Crane," he said to me. "That was the man you met in Northmoor. The one who called himself 'Pete.'"

"Ah," I said, now remembering what I've read about in the past. "I understand they were friends since their time in college?"

"It seems volatile, their relationship with one another," Pheleston said. "They were friends for awhile, then mortal enemies, then friends again...in fact, if some of the facts are true, I believe they may have been romantic...as of what happened to Crane in the years since and how he ended up in Northmoor, I'm not entirely sure. The information is a bit sketchy. What I do know, however, is that both he and Kara were reported deceased...apparently from a house fire."

Knowing Pheleston, I would look at the archives later on, myself. And what he reported rang true. After I fled, they had snuck out of the Northmoor Headquarters and up to the Gymian coastline, where they made to hitch a ride on a ship owned by the Independent Fishing and Trade Company, possibly infiltrated by the Nebaya Guild in the Great North. They were waiting at a residence near there in June 1327, but the house caught fire and they died. Whether it was an accident or an arson remains to be determined.

"In any case," Pheleston continued. "I am to retire from the Curator position at the end of the year. I encourage you, and will endorse you, to run in my place. You would be the first woman to do so."

"I would," replied myself after an intentionally long pause. "If Cabotton hadn't grown on me so much."

"Suit yourself," he said with a sigh. And with that, he left.

I would have added something, a thought, that also had been growing on me since the trip to Mount Carris. I realized by that point, a mere two days later, that perhaps the being with whom I spoke on the top of Mount Carris was the spirit of the Great Author in the body of ... myself. And it makes sense. It had been growing on me since the moment I began, two years ago, casting my avatar, Mys, in the Arturian Realm.

I've never wanted to be a man. I inversely enjoyed presenting myself as female. But, at the end of the day, I am neither.

That, of course, would have been unnecessary for Pheleston to know, or so I feel.

***

I met with Williard Kent today, and resolved not to tell him all the details of the Mount Carris experience, but to tell him only the visions I had of the world around us and chalking it up solely to my imagination.

"Hmm okay," was what he said in reply. Whether it was disappointment or if he suspected me of omitting things is something I will not worry about for now.

Regardless, Cabotton is my home now. I no longer wish to return to Furthing. Obviously, I am no longer interested in resuming my position as a cog in the Pageturner Guild. There's a calling for independent decision-making here, and that's what makes me stay here despite the pandemic and ongoing conflict to the North. Certainly, I want nothing to do with the Pagewriter Guild, or even the Third Level Society and Emma Bastrin. I am completely disassociated with them. But they are not the only faction here by a long shot.

Going back to Kent, he is the one whose initiative with which I wish to integrate. With him and his friends, I see a very bright future in my quest for the Truth.

**END OF STORY TWELVE*

<- 13 October 1330 <-

[artcallednaturalviews]

Is it too soon (With*parttwo) Piddy cops(that don’t see a 25mph limit, they innit, go deeper down) & TVM That’s Trump Vance Musk That masks the shadows under red light In highway car all black But that Mustang black chased by two cops On Chandler And a highway way faster than 25 (.you know they be going 45-47) I flipped that Smokey off and in dark likes the red lights Is it to soon to be country Chandelier swinging under the war of roses Pot shots pluck and plucking give away to pick-in’s peck with a beak Was this puffy as in made Did Daddy buy bed of roses Diddy Did he Some pigs oink (under duress and circumstances) some may squeal Is it to soon Politically correct (who has Money) They innit TV and M (The smell has proclaimed thee other had to pay off & outskirts of him, well, we all know) I’m eye lighting it Is it too soon (*, part two) All the for lovin’ thee asshole’s in life Did you or now want to vote for (e)? Then don’t get offended Is it too soon for some of Art called smell the roses Hey MM Why bullshit (it falls from same type of orifice) Doctor thee O’le damned World Is it too soon My ohh my my TV&M also (colored Nazi’s) TrumpVanceMuskRobinson Well, that smells! Thirty coin for (e) a $100 I haven’t even seen the pressings!!! Am I speaking For those who don’t watch (*’s) In a guise gesture Is it too soon? .|. Or cross the thumb Is to too soon……! We innit vote all blue Democracy (reed in wind between the lines) (With *’s don’t give parttwo) Your cheeks! Day and night They were confused Is it too soon

[freelancershahin]

Motivational Short: Be Unstoppable, Part 2 @ronaldhendersonakathefitne8806

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hey! I love your fanfics! (Especially your arcane and caitvi one's I think their adorable) and I thought I maybe could ask for a parttwo to your jinx x reader fanfic ("your a fun one aren't cha?" Is the one am talking about, it's probably my favorite fanfic so far)-? And have jinx slowly catch a bit of feelings-? And some flirting headcanons would be cute as well!

I have no clue when a part two is coming, but I already have an idea for that whenever I do get around to posting. That being saiddd, I am more than willing to do flirt Jinx headcanons for you! Enjoy!

Wrapped around a Pinky Finger | Jinx Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Flirty Jinx Headcanons!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Flirting, Suggestive Content(?), No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread, Lowkey Lowercase Intended

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– Jinx LOVES to look at you with wide doe eyes, a pout, and her hands behind her back.

– It was a signature move Powder used to use with Vi or Vander when she got in trouble. She knew the two couldn't say no to her chubby cheeks and bright eyes, so as she got older (and lost contact with them) she decided to use Powder's "power" for Jinx's own personal gain.

– Jinx also loves to add an extra raspiness to her voice when she feels like being extra mischievous with her flirts.

– She'll get all close to your ear, put her chest to yours, and whisper pet names or pickup lines with that extra raspy voice of hers

– Now, her pickup lines are a bit... unusual, but you have such a big crush on her (simp), they work regardless

– The most ridiculous line she said was something about a doll, tomato, and mercury???

– Where in the hell did she get mercury and why is she talking sexily about a tomato?!

– In regards to more physical flirts, Jinx loves to push herself against you.

– I mentioned earlier that she loves to push her chest up against yours, but she will also walk you into a wall or a corner just to make sure "you can't get away".

– if you're the easily flustered type, she finds it kinda hot watching you squirm as she backs you into a wall

– if you're not as easily flustered, she'd find your smirks, cocky smiles, and rebuttals equally as hot. In fact, she would push the extra mile just to finally see you crack.

– Jinx likes to think she's also hard to make flustered, but she's easy to make giddy

– if you talk to her about her special interests, give her a space to be her authentic self, and sprinkle a little bit of praise here and there, she will literally look at you with a sparkle in her eyes

– OH Jinx also loves to tease. But I think that's a given

– she always catches you staring at her while she has her welding mask on. It's like she has a sixth sense for those sorts of things

– when she catches you, she'll be like: "you're staring. what? do i really look that attractive while working?"

– you'll try to claim that you aren't, but she would smirk underneath her mask as she continues to work.

– if nail grazes make you squirm, trust Jinx will always be grazing her nails along her skin.

– She loves long nails and trying different colors anyway, so the fact that using her nails as another way to get her partner flustered is just a plus

– she would drag them up and down your back and arm. She would draw circles and swirls on the palm of your hand just to see your fingers twitch and curl from the gesture.

– whenever you guys are laying in bed, she would drag her nails up the delicate sides of your stomach and trail them down to your navel. using a claw hand, she would graze her nails up and down your stomach.

– obviously you would try to shrug her off or tell her to go to bed, but she would just grin and be like, "what? I'm not doing anything."

– she would giggle mischievously into your ear immediately after and all you can do is ignore her. or really push that you don't want her nails to be messing with you and then she'll back off.

– that is literally all i got LMAOAOAO.

WC: 589

[twes2363a]

This video is from one of my stories, Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team. This is part 2 of the full episode of Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team S1 E6: The Carn-Evil of Doom. Synopsis: The Gavinville Paranormal Team sets out on another mission which is to defeat the Carnival Master at the Sunnyview Carnival here at Gavinville. How will things go?

[smvtwitchmiller]

✨Birthday Girl✨

Part Two: Make Me See Stars

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x Female! Reader

Warnings? Smut, mention of gg, pussy, dick, you get it

Summary: Based on PartTwos museum outing. Replacing Ellie with an older woman, maybe an Age gap of like 10-15 years. Established relationship.

P2

“Are you kidding?” Saying it through the widest smile “oh my god this is amazing”.

“Uh that bad huh? We can always move on” he says trying to look innocent and hurt.

Yeah you’re not buying it.

“Oh shut up Miller”. You stare at the enormous solar system above you and see there’s a crank. You turn it and all the planets start to turn, orbiting the sun. “This is fucking awesome”, you say to yourself.

:readmore:

Sneaky bastard. So good at keeping secrets.

He’s somehow snuck right by your side making you jump. Grabbing your waist, starting to slide his hands up slowly, making you shudder. “That nice, love? Want me to go higher or want me to start exploring”.

Before you could even answer his riddle of a question, his hand was already on and rubbing your nipple. “You took too long to answer me darlin”. He says, smiling into your neck.

It was one damn second

Although, you can’t deny that this didn’t feel amazing. All you could muster out were whimpers and moans. You try to turn around but he’s got tight hold of your waist. You can feel his clothed hard on between your buttcheeks. “You just keep cranking that lever sweetheart”. The sentence, innocent yet with a hint of filth.

Hey, who am I to argue? I know he’s just standing there watching, as my ass gets to work.

Slight tugging down of your jeans. You can’t help but grin while you keep turning the handle.

And they are down. You hear a deep little chuckle from behind.

“What could be so funny right now”- you say defensive, reaching down for your jeans. He taps your behind. Signal to stop what you’re doing. You stop. You stand back up. “Good girl” he growls out.

He slides his hand down into your panties and grabs your pussy “Mmmm, hello again darlin”, his nose digging into your hair. Slowly, he starts to slide his thick middle finger through your folds.

“Again?” You whimper out through the biggest grin. “Oh baby I can’t, my legs are still like jelly”. I mean, for fuck sake, I could go again but, my legs.

“There’s a space pod just over there” he says, talking In between your shoulder blades. “Two seats, joy sticks, lotta buttons to press”. You can feel his grin, even through that beard of his.

“Ok you’ve peaked my interest, but my pants are coming back up, I ain’t no penguin, waddling over there”. You say with such sass.

He lets out his rumble laugh, like it comes from his soul or something and as much as he’d love to see walk like a penguin, he says “No need” and he picks you up, jeans around your ankles and puts you over his shoulder. Obviously you’re laughing your ass off. You weigh nothing to him. You’re grabbing the back of his shirt, trying to nab his butt. He smacks your behind a couple of times telling you to behave.

You pathetically yelp as he lands you on your feet outside this metal space pod, it’s huge. Standing there, while he opens up the pod door, you decide to take your jeans off, they’re just gonna be in the way. He picks you up as if to cross you over the threshold and him following after. There’s two giant seats with grey/white exterior, padded. Very comfy. You both just sit in them for a while taking in all the buttons, levers.

“So? Whatcha reckon? Pretty cool huh? You really love all this space stuff don’t cha?”. God his voice is heavenly. His eyes staring at you with just this deep gaze.

“Yeah it’s pretty badass. I mean imagine just flying in space, alone, it would just be amazing”. You say starting to drift off. His face softens “hey, you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine”, you say softly, giving him a gently smile. “Cmon then, I know you didn’t bring me here just to show me some damn buttons, darrlin” dragging the last word in his native Texan drawl.

Unbuckling his belt and shoving down his pants, “Alrighty then sweetheart, why don’t you come on over here”, he starts to rub his giant hand up and down his already throbbing dick with its tip dripping with precum.

“Are you kidding me Miller? It’s my birthday treat and I gotta do the work?”

“Will you zip that smart ass mouth of yours and git over ‘ere, cmon now, be a good girl”.

His dick, glistening, inviting you. “Yes, Sir” you laugh out, giving a salute. You climb over a few dozen levers and gear sticks and straddle his lap, he adjusts the seat to get you comfortable. Smack! He grabs your thighs hard which makes you yelp loud, bringing his hand up to your throat, he firmly yet gently brings you down to his mouth for a deep, intense kiss.

He pulls your top off, then follows suit. You can tell his patience is wearing thin, he becomes more aggressive, more intense. He tugs at your panties “what’s this? Forget something sweetheart? These are just in the way”. Rip

“Joel!” You protest.

“What—” He smirks “-I’ll make it up to ya”.

He teases your opening with his hot, dripping tip, you’re bracing yourself for the stretch. It’s delicious, it literally takes your breath away. It’s why Joel always kisses you when he enters your wet inviting core, he loves capturing the noise that comes from you when he tears up into you.

He grabs your throat again to bring you down for a kiss, adjusting his hips, you know it’s coming, that delicious hot stretch that feels like your soul is getting torn in two. “Ready for me baby, he’s ready for you”. And with one deep thrust and jolting your waist down, you take all of him, and Joel, is right there to capture your breathtaking moan into his mouth, he drags himself out, and another deep thrust, hitting that delicious spot over and over, mouth still attached to capture your screams.

He’s gripping your hips in place and deeply thrusts you again and again. Your insides taking him perfectly. You hold on to joy sticks and the chair for dear life cause this man is ramming you hard that is surely gonna bruise tomorrow but what-fuckin-ever. You break the kiss, listening to your body, your hips wanna roll “guide me Joel, tell me what you want baby”.

No words necessary, his bear hands rest firmly on your hips and rocks you back and forward, he feels you tighten around his throbbing cock “is this what baby needs, she ready darlin”.

“Y-yes Joel need to come”. You’ve arched your back and he’s rocking you faster, chasing his peak, you put your finger in his mouth “suck it”. He obliges, smirking, then you rub your finger on your clit, circling it over and over. His dick hitting that same intense spot, your body feels like it’s on fire, the build up is soon gonna crash down. Despite the angle, you are riding the hell outta that man, he lets go of your waist and grabs your tits, squeezing them, rolling your nipples between his rough finger tips. Your hands on his chest, digging your nails in. the build up is delicious, you can’t hold on any longer.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna I’m g—

“FUCK SWEETHEART IM GONN—“

Like a tight vice, he grips still your hips and gives all of himself to you, rope after rope of cum just spreading all over your velvet walls. You letting out screams and moans and him, clenching his jaw “fuuuck-goddamn it”. He takes his hands off your hips, not realising how deep he was digging in. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, that hurt?” He puffs out, trying to catch his breath. You collapse on him. “No no didn’t even notice” you laugh out. You dig your nose into his chest hair, oh my lord. A Few minutes. Im gonna need a few minutes.

You’re smelling the crap outta that man’s chest and oh my god, his scent.

The warm pool in your stomach starts to turn, this man smells divine, you want him again. Clit still tender, you start to slightly move your hips back and forth, minimal build up, enough to make him notice the rasps and shudders of your breath.

“Hey there baby girl, you need more huh? Ok darlin, take what you need, I got you”.

Clenching around his cock, “just feels so good, I want more”. You look up at him, wide eyed and smirking, “well if that’s what baby wants”. He puts one hand on your hip and the other behind the back of his head “I wanna watch this time baby, gonna ride me good? Whatever you need”.

He goes to touch your aching clit, you slap away his hands away “just need your dick Joel, you just enjoy the view”. You rock your hips faster, more steady, it’s right there, the fire, tension, the stomach knots. You look down at Joel who’s staring up at you, dying to help you out. “You’re killing me darlin, I wanna touch, anywhere”. He brings hand from behind his head, takes his finger and ghosts it over your peaking nipple, the absence of his rough fingers makes you moan. He takes that as permission and circles his thumb over and over.

You pull his other thumb into your mouth, sucking it, then drag it down to gently rub over your clit, “close, baby? ”. He teases the hood, jerking your hips. “Cmon baby, come for me”. The talking, the rocking, the build up. Oh it’s fucking heavenly. You ride his dick faster, still so fucking hard, hitting that spot so hard that the release, is loud, wet and intense. Fuck. You collapse down, forehead on his shoulder, your chest heaving and everything below your waist is throbbing.

You turn your head to capture his eyes, big fucking grin on your face, hair stuck to your head. He takes his huge hand and wipes the hair away, “You a’right there baby? That was a fucking sight, damn girl, the most beautiful view any man could ask for”.

He gently grabs your neck pulling you closer to his face “but only for me darlin, no one but me”.

“Only you Joel”.

He wraps his bear arms around you, you give his dick a little clinch. “Hey now, stop that.”

“No other woman but me Joel Miller and don’t you forget it”.

He jerks and lets out a groan, “you’re the only woman for me sweetheart, I don’t want anyone else”. He laughs out at the absurdity of your comment.

“Ok” you huff out, “what’s next?”.

He reaches for your pack to grab towels to clean you both up with, cause of the lack of space, there was no dignified sweet way to clean yourselves up. You pull off his dick, both of you wincing, and go to sit back in your seat. Grabbing a fresh pair of panties out of your pack, he takes the others and puts them in his pocket. Fucking pervert. You love it.

“Well I actually do have another present for you, the original plan for in here but ya know, plans change”, he smirks. From his pack he pulls out a cassette tape. “Just want you to know that this was fucking hard to find but you’re worth it so, here hon”. He hands it over, his hand is slightly shaking. You notice of course but don’t address it. Only you gets to see soft Joel Miller, it’s an absolute privilege so you don’t tarnish it with jokes or funny comments. “What is it”, brows knotted together. Thank god you actually brought your Walkman, you pop it in , headphones on.

He reaches over and puts his hand under your head and gently holds your neck, “hey, close your eyes, it’ll be good, it’ll be worth it”. You shyly nod “okay” and close your eyes. The cassette tapes start and it’s the fucking moon landing. “Are you kidding me?!” You close your eyes shut…

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….Two minutes of nothing, the sound of space. Quiet. So peaceful. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Tears spike in the corners of your eyes, it’s the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given you. The fact that he thought this whole thing up still baffles you and you know he doesn’t do it for just anyone. Then the man has the audacity to ask if he did a good job.

“Joel” you pause, with a soft smile “are you fucking kidding me? This was—“. No word would come out, so he just grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “You’re welcome baby”. Still holding your hand, you both sit there, just being with each other. He turns to you, “Tell me some fun facts, teach me about space”

“Alrighty then buster here we go: The Milky Way smells of rum & raspberries.

Venus spins backwards.

Uranus is the coldest planet in the Solar System” ha, Uranus.

“Do you know that some people don’t believe the moon landing was real? Nuts. Anyhoo, that’s enough for now”. Little shivers as you picture your jeans outside, waiting for you. “my leg are cold”.

He helps you out the pod, and putting your jeans back on, “hey space cadet, welcome to earth” and hands you a badge in the shape of a rocket with your initial engraved on it. Oh it’s so cute. Obviously from the gift shop, you can’t help but grin like a big kid. You lean up to him and plant a big smacker on his lips, nudging him back a few steps, just waiting for the bear hug. Of course he delivers. “This has been the best birthday, ever Miller”. He tightens his hug and buries his face into your neck. “Only for you darlin”.

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[aphroditesmoon]

♡-;meadowlarks (I)

gwen stacy x fem!spidergirl!queen!reader (medievel au)

summary: when miguel accidentally sends gwen into a medievel timeline instead of her own after revoking her watch privileges, she sees it as a curse, but you, currently facing multiple challenges after the death of your father, the king, and the escape of a wild beast, finds that you'd appreciate the help.

warnings: hurt/comtort ,fluff, typical medieval sexism, trauma, kissing/makeout(INCOMING CHAPTERS), gore, grief, hesitant partners to friends to lovers, reader has fire powers, tiny bit internal homophobia, reader needs a nap, reader is touch starved, death, mutilation, witchcraft.

taglist; @kamaluhkhan @rissslays-parttwo @marytargaryen @darkstreaks @gwenisasilly @asher-kaden @macncheesemonster @miikshook @marianeski @reeags @goosetheluce @4cepink @yuennie

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a/n: testing out the waters w this one! 100 notes and I'll do a part 2 <33

▪︎ “AS THE WINTER TURNS THE MEADOW BROWN, YOU GO WHEREVER YOU GO TODAY” ▪︎

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THERE ARE THREE thing anyone who’s lived in Old York Meadowlarks for at least a year would notice. The first, is that there had not been any Meadowlarks for nearly two centuries. The specific bird had been declared extinct. The second thing is that it never snows here. There are colder seasons sure, seasons where the winds could freeze you. But no one existing in the realm knew what snow even was. And finally, the third one is, there are no beasts in Meadowlarks.

The people survived through their fair share of thieves and criminals, and wild animals too. But monstrous beasts had remained a folklore. Bedtime stories to scare the children into doing their chores and stay off the woods past 8 O’clock.

And yet, here you are. Not a week after your father’s death, his only heir, now queen, and of course, the secret but very much known Lady Spider, standing inside a layered forest, currently covered in thick white flakes and ice-cold snow , meeting your fate against a minotaur.

Unlike the folktales, this minotaur doesn’t speak. He only growls and chases you to your death with incredible speed. “What the fuck?” was the only thing you’ve been asking yourself for the past 8 hours. You’ve caught mutants before, deformed humans, a consequence of their own black magic curse, but nothing completely inhuman as such.

What’s next? A unicorn?

The beast claws at the tree you’re currently hanging on, climbing up quickly despite his heavy weight, forcing you to latch on other trees faster. It wasn’t that you were incompetent, but merely confused. You wonder if you’ll just swing yourself at him if you tried to fight one on one. You weren’t taking the risk. Making sure he stayed chasing you, the path you were leading him on was into a bear trap. Something to keep him still for a while. Your fingers ache as they clench and unclench with your jumping from tree to tree.

Bold and dim as you expected the beast followed and fell into the hole with a roar, the net set immediately tying themselves around him. “Silly bull, should’ve stayed on all fours.” You muttered to yourself. It grumbles incoherently. Not a second of peace after, peasants from the further parts of the wood scrambles to view the dangerous state you were in. The bear trap being set off, including the terrible sounds the minotaur made, had called for attention. “Armageddon is coming!” An older woman shouted, shielding her son. The crowd makes a circle around you and the monster. Clutching their crosses in fear yet remaining like they're enjoying a circus show.

“Please, everyone. Unless you’d like it eat you first once it breaks free, run.” You yelled out, only gathering more people in. “Gods above, help me.” The minotaur growls again, tearing itself through the net. The people flinched and took steps backwards as the beast tosses and turned. “Move away or get burned.” You shouted, warning them for no less than a minute before blasting fire towards it. Smoke flew all around you as the children and their parents screamed while running off. That’ll do it, you thought as the air began to clear.

But gods no, the unconscious beast jolted, and your heart dropped. It’s fur and skin were already burnt off, but it’s still moving. You swung yourself on a tree above it, sword sliding off your hips into your hands. You hesitated at first, but once the creature’s eyes snapped open, You jumped. Your sword pushed through its right eyeball, earning a screech from it as blood flowed out from the now empty socket.

You pull your sword back out and flung your webs around him, tightening the trap.

The monster clawed at you then, from his restraints. The aggressiveness making you flinch and drop your sword to the ground. “Fuck.”  Its arm stretches out against your web, and shoved you hardly off the net. Your balance fails and you a screamed a rare scream as gravity wins. Flinging your arms around, you panic when you found no stable source to swing yourself on. As quick as a flash, your heart lept when instead of banging your head on hard and now apparently cold snow, You’re swung hard to your left, making you scream louder before your hands make quick to wrap themselves around the body that just saved you.

“I’d love to just be fighting minotaurs all day, we don’t have that much in New york.” It was a girl.

And that wasn’t the most bizarre fact. She was wearing an apparel like no other, and she was swinging with you attached to her like a monkey, the same way you could. “Oh my god this is a dream.” It had to be. You must be hallucinating. The priests had told you it could happen. Grieve often leads to hysterics, especially for women.

But what the church and council didn’t know, is that you do not grieve your father or the man that he was. The man he could’ve been, maybe. But that was a different story.

You feel the wind howl harsher, the cold feels like a bitter sting at your skin. "This is not a dream, unfortunately for us both.” The girl spoke before she loosen her grip for you to swing yourself again. “This doesn’t make sense. Who are you?” You countered. Too many questions to ask. “I’m spider-girl, like you.” She answers simply, retangling the creature. “You’ve got any idea how to fix this?" Rationalizing enough remaining stabilty, you nodded. “Yeah.” You let her try to maintain the grip while you snatch your sword back up and move towards it, aim sharp.

 “Back down.” You warned before slicing it through it’s neck, cutting off the minotaur’s head.

You land on your feet the same time the head falls. Your toes are freezing as it steps on the ground. The blood from the bull's decapitated head spreads all over the snow. It's body still inside the worn out net. That is a problem for the townsfolk to handle today.

The girl lands behind you, footsteps gentle when she moves. “A sword, pretty cool. Pretty heavy too huh?” You turn around to meet her. She wears a skin fitting white suit with a hood over her head, the type of clothing that would’ve had her burned as a witch a few hundred years ago. “If you’re not careful with your next words, you’ll feel just how heavy.”

She backtracks immediately, putting her hands up in defense. “Woah-hey, I just helped you kill that thing.” She reasons with you, hesitating to come closer. “That thing, came out of nowhere, and so do you. For the past 5 years, I’ve been the only Lady-spider here, how do I know that everything going on has nothing to do with you?”

 You were fiercer than usual, maybe. But you would take no chances with the amounts of passings and tragedies your kingdom has gone through this past week. “Lady-Spider? That sounds old, no offense.” You frowned. “Look around, you’re in Old York!” Her shoulder drops. “Oh, yeah. That makes sense.” You realized then that she’s probably not a threat to you. But it does not mean she’s not the cause of all this.

Sighing tiredly, you cracked your knuckles and rubbed them together to ease the sharp winter it’s feeling. “Why are you here?” You demanded again as you begin to walk back out the forests, eyes tracking the dead beast's footprints againts the snow, now beginning to fade. Following from behind, You hear her talk distantly. “I’m…from a different universe. I wish I could give a better explanation, but that’s it. There’s a whole spider society of other spidermen like us in other universes, and I kind of accidentally got thrown here.” You stop in your tracks, turning to her again.

“Other Spidermen?” She nods. “So, you’re me?’ Her eyes widen through her mask as she shakes her head. “Oh no, not at all. I mean sometimes there’s a version of you somewhere else that is also Spiderman, but I’m pretty sure you’re not me.” You take a moment staring at her, trying to process the most insane thing to happen today.

“Take off your mask?” She cocks her head. “Take off your mask, and tell me your name. Only then I’ll believe you.” She scoffs at your words. “I don’t owe you anything, and what would I need you trust for anyways?” It was your turn to be amused now, smiling under your mask. “There is nowhere in this place you could roam freely, without my permission. And no, I’m not exaggerating.” You notice her hesitancy and waited for an answer. “My name is Gwen. Gwen Stacy.”

She would not take her mask off yet, but so far, her name would do. Giving the sky a quick glance, the sun burns a bright reminder for lunch. You wondered how much chastise you’d get from Alistair. “You’re coming with me, Gwen.”

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You had made sure you’d be left alone after your coronation for grieving’s cause. The ceremony was a gloomy one for both you and the council. Dislike was etched all over their faces as the crown was fitted on your head. A 17 year old girl was not their idea of a good ruler. But everyone who knew the game of politics would also know well that the worst kind of law breakers are the ones who made the laws in the first place. They'd rather a corrupt man for their own advantages than a queen of peace.

Slinging back into your room with Gwen, you decided that grieve had to wait, for the worst part of all this was yet to come. She takes a seat on the edge of your purple sheeted king bed, eyes roaming around the rest of the large bedroom. Soon, you noticed how she focuses on the large painting of your late mother. Your hand instinctively went the long necklace with a single pearl on your neck that she had worn for the painting. “Maybe, this is your canon event.” You hear Gwen suggest as you change into a black dress with silver lines drawn by the waist. Your hood and leather jacket is tossed into your closet after you stuck your mask under a drawer.

Giving yourself a glance at the mirror, running your fingers through your dishevelled hair and hoping everyone else would excuse the red rims under your eyes for a state of mourning.

“Your father died, and not a week after, things you claimed to be impossible here, happened.” You trusted her words easily, though the terrible anxiety you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach worsens with the thought of something even worse was to come.

“Maybe you’re right. But that would still mean that there’s a cause for all of this, a starting point.” You could feel her stare as you fix your hair. Her existence was both nerve-wrecking and comforting. To play two roles in one life, is the kind of tiring not every person could understand. “So, are you like, a princess?” She asks finally. “Was” You clarified. “Oh…wait-“

You cut her off impatiently. “I’ve been queen for less than a week, and the worst weather phenomenon just happened, a non-existent mythical appeared, and there’s two spider women. Do you realize just how bad that looks for me, in the eyes of the people, the council?” You challenged brazenly, hands holding your waist as you stared at her. Gwen turns silent again, though her eyes held the same old sympathy that you hated.

“If…” You began, eyes moving from her back to the floor again. She raises a brow. “If I dared to ask for your help..” Her gaze brightens in understanding as she fiddles her fingers. “I would help you. At least until I figure out how to leave here.” Your body relaxes at that, finally seeing the shape of your plan. “I need you to pretend to be me.”

“What?” her voice was incredulous. “If I am to fix this situation, then I’ll need to be both the queen, and Lady-spider, which is impossible. So, I’ll need you to be me.” Gwen stared at you in confusion, “And what exactly will you and Lady-spider be up to?”

“That, will be explained in the meeting.”

The meeting was set that afternoon. The letter was sent the morning you woke up. An emergency meeting with the councils of the state from all over Old York. The men were easy to read. They had attended the meeting with the expectation of the queen’s begging for help and guidance. But you’ve already seen more than you should at a young age to consider yourself a lamb given to the slaughter. You could hear them from behind the doors before you entered.

She’s 17, and unmarried. What will the kingdom be with a child as a queen?

Her ruling is already cursed, It’s a fucking blizzard out there. Have you seen anything so white and cold?

 A minotaur was killed by Lady-spider this morning. I would’ve thought it a lie if Jim himself didn’t see it with his own two eyes. A minotaur! What insanity-

The door pushes open with a loud creak as your guard, Alistair, announces your present loudly, stealing away the mayor and minister's attention from their gossiping. The room is silenced as they move to stand in honor of your entrance. Taking your seat at the end of the table, you meet their false smiles with your own. "Please, sit." 7 men are sat around the long table while a thick white candle is lits in the middle of it with the carvings of ’WITH GREAT POWER, COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY.’ written.

Till this day, you refuse to read upon the lines with any devotion or loyalty. You had carried the responsibility since you were born. What has it done for you in return?

Ignoring the changing glances shared right in front of you, you intertwine your fingers together, placing your fists on the table.

“I apologize for the late notice, and I thank you for being able to attend.” You said, with a pretense of gratefulness. They nod their heads in a respectful manner. “As you all can see, dark days are upon us.” Murmurs of agreements spread around the dark room. “If I was superstitious, I’d call it god’s wrath. But the falling out of this kingdom is happening too strategically, too clean. I’m aware I might not have seen this kingdom in it’s worst a thousand years ago, but I’ve been quite lucky to live long enough to know that only black magic could be the answer to this.” The table becomes a dash of confused expressions along with agreeable ones. You notice how some of them have taken to leaning on their wooden chairs with irritable expressions.

There's one thing men do not like than being told what to do by a woman, is being told what to do by a little girl.

“Magic is powerful, but it would take a terrifying level of sorcery for one to be able to summon impossible weather, and, mythical creatures.” Lord Jameson interjects with a raised brow. You could hear the tapping of the heel of his shoes on the stone hard floor amidst the eerily quiet room. It was like a small sign of defiance. "How are you so sure in something that's not even fully investigated yet?" You slowly spin your head at him, a glare embedded in your expression. “-Your majesty,” He adds too slowly.

 ”Yes, well, a powerful witch, given our kingdom’s track record, is much more believable than one of the gods purposely turning your bulls into beasts. And i'm sure if the gods were to punish us for our sins, they would have done it ages ago, it's not like we've been angels these past few years." You responded, reminding him of his slave trading scandal that happened two years ago. Snickers were heard from the other seats.

Glances were exchanged at your words and his, a gist of hesitance and cowardice amongst other things. “Word from my men is that this drastic weather change first started in the east, where most of our plantations are done in. Half of this year’s profit from it is gone, ruined. The people there will eat nothing but last month’s stock, and hunt their own animals, if they’re even lucky to find any in this weather. But afterwards it all went down like dominoes, snow, everywhere. And yet, the minotaur was found here, in town, 2 casualties, only because Lady-spider was quick enough.”

Lord Haycinter acts as the first to actually ask the question you yourself have been. “And what’s the correlation of those two?” The secret glances and talking stops, and all eyes are on you.

“Significantly? Nothing. But if you pay attention, both the town here and in the city have one similarity, their massive population.”You give the old men a few seconds to understand what you mean, the light switch in their brains finally clicking.

“Whoever is causing this, is trying to cause a purge.”

••••

Hours passed after the meeting, you’ve found yourself soaking in the tub for at least an hour now. Your fingers were wrinkly and the water had turned lukewarm. The rose colored walls of the bathing room were bringing back old memories, memories you can’t afford to remember.

So, you closed your eyes and think of the white snow again, and the blood the minotaur had splattered when his head fell off.

Tomorrow a scout of your men, alongside you and Lady-spider will be heading east. Food stock would be divided before an investigation started running. Lord Haycinter and a few others had triedbto persuade you to stay in the castle, let them and the given guard handle the investigation. But you needed the people to see their queen strong and contributing. You needed them to know thate whether they liked you as their ruler or not, you would not abandon them. The good and the bad, they are all under your responsibility.

The last time a deformed beast was made, it was by a witch who managed to create an group of brain eaters, solely to end her rival family’s bloodline. Aethella, old, wicked and spiteful. A long time witch of Meadowlark. Those were the stories spread of her. But you had met her, right before she was executed in your father’s order. She looked 60 in age, white hair clashing with faded black, a single gold tooth that made her look demonic when you see the whole mix of the look.

What would you do if all 8 daughters of yours were murdered with their hearts ripped out and hair shaved off for another man’s magic spells and joke. For another man’s ego and amusement, she has asked you at the ripe age of 15. So she killed his sons back in return. A punishment he deserved, but your father never gave. And she brought them back as the living dead and made them feast off of their father’s living body until he too, ceased to exist.

“But she’s dead now.”

How many witches are there in this town anyways? None as powerful to turn animals into mythical beings.

 Your eyes are closed. The tiredness forcing it shut. What you would you would give to not have to carry the realm’s fate on your shoulders for a week. You flinch at a touch against your shoulder, slipping from unconsciousness to consciousness again. “Gwen.” You could tell. “You’ve been in here for 2 hours, I got worried.” Has it been 2 hours? It only felt like 1. Gwen kneels by the tub, palms remaining on your shoulder. You say nothing in response, too tired to speak. She wears one of your long dresses that you had given earlier. It was becoming of her, despite the clashing of the style with her odd hair.

Seeing how your knees buckle as you try to stand she slips an arm under yours and helped pull you out. Her eyes are trained on your neck until she could grab a hold of your robe and passed it to you. Tying it up in a ribbon, you give her a light push when she tries to help you into your bedroom, refusing it.  You revel in the comfort of your dimly lighted room and it’s warmth, the candle by your bedside as the only source of light for you to get dressed. Feeling Gwen near, you say nothing until she’s walked over to your side.

“We need to go over the plan.” You stated in a matter of factly tone. “Alright.” She agrees. “Tomorrow, before 9 possibly, we’ll ride to the east side of Old York, Fullmar. My people there are made of farmers, hunters, you get the gist."

"They’re the most independent of us. They live near the crops and mountains, so every year, their supply of food are always checked off first. But with the unexpected snow, a lot of the folks are not sure how to maintain healthy crops and plants, they’ve never gone through the extremes like this. So first things first, we’ll divide 10% of Meadowlark’s fruits and vegetables spring stock for them, and then afterwards, I’ll have half of my unit guards search the seaforest for any signs of wild animals or witchcraft.” Gwen listens carefully, her gaze never leaving yours as you continue to explain.

“I thought you said the beast thing only happened once this morning?” She asks in confusion. You shook yourself and gave her a sarcastic smile. “I thought so too."

Rubbing your hands on the back of your neck, you fought the urge to pass out. “An official letter was sent to me from the minister of Fullmar from three hours ago, who unfortunately could not attend today’s meeting, that apparently two girls who had gone missing 3 days ago have been found dead in the woods, their flesh chewed and bitten off.” Gwen grimaced, “fucking hell.” You pursed your lips tiredly. “You’ve got that right.”

You muster up the courage to sit on your own bed next to her, the soft cotton sheets calling you to sleep. Eyeing up Gwen as subtly as possible, you feel guilt crawling it’s way into your moral consciousness when you realized how tired she looked too. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had been crying. You wondered if she noticed that you have too. “I’m going to figure out how to send you home.” You said aloud, making her laugh slightly. “That’ll be great,”

There was an unspoken bond made when the two of you met eachother. Something along the lines of, 'never actually mention your fathers, even though his name lies on the tip of your tongues.' She missed him, you could tell, despite her only mentioning him once that day.

You have not missed yours. In fact, you suffer in every second that you can't forget him.

“You mentioned something about a watch this morning, my Queensguard, Alistair is quite the technician. Perhaps he could help?” The blonde smiled sadly. And at that moment, all you wanted to do was wipe it off in any way you could.

“Thank you, but I don’t think your timeline’s technology are the same as Miguel’s or mine.” You hummed in understanding, deciding that you’d ask Alistair of it anyways. A sudden realization makes you jump as you quickly move to grab a pillow from your bed. “We should sleep. I forgot to tell you, you’ll be sleeping here for a while. I can’t risk the servant’s gossip of Spider-girl sleeping here, you can have the bed.”

Gwen makes a noise of disagreement, making you halt. “You do realize your bed is a bigger than an elephant, right? We could share, princess.” You feel your face physically heats up and frowned at her. “That is indecent, if we were to be seen even sitting on the same bed, the punishment is worse than tangling with a man.” Gwen’s eyes widen and her mouth hug open. “But that’s bullshit! What kind of man feeding patriarchy system is this?”

You shrug at the obviousness. “The kind that is a man feeding patrhiarchy.”  She tilts her head and accepts the answer after considering it for a few seconds. 

“Yes well, either way I’m not letting you sleep on the carpet. So we share, or I’ll sleep on the ground.” Her persistence was annoying. You can’t understand how she fails to see the problem in this. Women have been killed for far lesser sins. This was as if you’re asking to get tied to a stake. But her eyebags are deep and her back is hunched. So you put your pillows back down, and slipped under the covers next to her before turning the opposite side.

”You love your people.” She whispers out in the dark once you’ve blown off the candle. You could feel the slow rhythm of her breathing next to you.

“Someone has to. God knows my father and his father didn’t.” The both of you let the silence lingers between the space you make, concluding the conversations. “Goodnight.” She wishes, her voice caressed you like the soft winds that pushed through your lilac collored window curtains. “Goodnight."

You could feel sweat rolling down your forehead in an excruciatingly slow motion. The ice was beginning to melt as you ride to the east side with Gwen. The sun now had taken over in the case of extreme weathers. You fixed the shawl covering your head and face and presses your horse to move faster. It’s been at least an hour and a half since you started your journey. You made sure all royal sigils were hidden for now, not wanting to catch any unwanted attentions until the stock arrives.

Despite Alistair’s insistence on you riding in the royal carriage, you stuck through your horse, Merry anyways.

You decided to ride for an hour earlier than the food stock carriages to get some privacy with the investigation. And although you do not regret your choice, a 5 minute break in a carriage doesn’t sound that horrible now. The road was wet with melting ice and it stank of cow shit, but the fogginess from the cold had disappeared and the road seemed clearer. Gwen, who apparently has not rode on a horse for years, ended up behind you on Merry so you could save more time.

You could hear the amusing jokes the rest of the guards made about Lady Spider not knowing how to ride a horse and internally curses her for embarrassing your name.

Your loyal guard rides closer to you until he is side by side, and you could see him giving sideway glances to the girl behind you, judging her. He eyes her up and down. You raise a brow when he turns to you instead. “You know, I’ve been wondering since this morning when you announced that the infamous lone ranger Lady spider would join us, how did you two meet?” He asks, cocking his head at Gwen who’s currently holding onto your waist like her life depends on it as the horse gallops harder. “That’s none of your business, is it Ali?” He hums quietly, looking back on the path in front of me. “Forgive me for questioning you, your majesty. I just worry you trust easily.” You hear Gwen scoff as she sits up straighter. You would punch him in the face for saying those words, if you could. Being treated as a child by someone you trust was worse than being treated that way by a council of slagging, sexist old men.

“I know what I’m doing.” You silence him before giving your horse a light kick to move faster before it’s lunch time. 

Alistair was 5 years older than you. He was assigned to you as a personal guard since you were 12. He was more like a brother than a bodyguard. And seeing how most days, he would be the only one willing to risk the king’s rage to save your arse whenever you’d sneak out or disappear entirely to do your job as Lady spider, his worry and protectiveness was warranted. And yet, as much as cared for you, he was still older, stronger, and still a man. He could not understand you if he wanted to. He was not made as you were.  

Gwen eyes Alistair until he’s out of sight again, behind you. A glare embedded on her face. “Is he always like that?” You hummed positively. “He could use a smile and a less condescending tone.” She says sarcastically, making you smile.

“Don’t be offended, He’s like that with everyone I’m around. He’s just protective.” Gwen makes an ‘ooo’ sound and pushes you with more questions. “What, are you guys like, what’s the word?- Courting! Yes, see I know some slangs too. So are you guys courting?’ You were grateful that she’s behind you so she can’t see how wide your eyes are, hearing her question. “Heavens no.” You breathed out. “He’s like a brother to me, hell, I’ve once made him play tea party with me when I was 12.” Gwen laughs in surprise, eyes brightening. “Him? A tea party? What I would give to see that.” You hummed as an answer, trying to forget the insinuation she just made.

You were never comfortable with questions of courting or marriages. And it’s already terrible enough how much proposal letters you receive from many of the ministers and their sons, even the north King with already two wives had sent you a proposal. When it comes to marriage for politics, there was simply no one good enough or beneficial to help your kingdom so far. And in case of marriage for love, you just haven’t met any man you’re genuinely interested in.

The flat surface of the road was beginning to get bumpy, as are the short cut grass that’s mixing with overgrown weeds. If that wasn’t a sign that you have entered the borders of Fullmar, the broken and faded signboard that lays on the ground with the words ‘FUL M R’ is.

Your bend your neck and letting it stretch while you continue to ride on poor tired merry. “We’re here.” You tell Gwen who’s trying very hard not to fall asleep or fall of the horse. “Finally.” She mumbled back with a yawn. “Now, remember what I told you, no talking unless it’s completely necessary, no showing off your spider tricks, and no w-“ “No wandering off, yeah I got that.” She cuts you off in annoyance. “So do you guys talk like that all the time?” You frowned slowed down your horse. “Like what?”

“Like you’re in a Pride and Prejudice book?” You tilt your head up and try to remember a book with that title. “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” Gwen lets out a short laugh. “ Of course you son't."

You waited until the rest of the guards that came with you caught up. “what’s your call?” Alistair asked. “We’ll ride further east until we reach the seaforest, I’ll need at least two guard checking the waterfall area and the caves. Any prints of blood, any signs of hair or human body parts, you take it with you or you call me. Alistair, you search up the old church and the houses near there. Ask questions if necessary. Lady Spider, and the rest of you will be searching the rest of the forest with me.” A murmur of agreement and ‘yes, your majesties’ were said quickly before all 8 of you part ways as you’re told. You pull your horse into a left as you ride into the seaforest’s direction with 3 men behind you.

5 minutes more into riding, you finally reach the said forest. The seaforest was the most known forest of Old York, The trees there are a mix of greens and blue tints. It is known for growing rare fruits and plants mysteriously. Back during the age of witch burnings, is was rumoured that if you were to take anything without the forest’s permission, they would die before they could set foot outside the woods.

But you were sure that it was just an excuse to burn women who used the herbs they got for healing purposes from there without actual valid reasons. Still, you notice how your men quiver and flinch at any small noises of the birds and tree branches.

“Do not get cold feet now.” You attempt to motivate them weakly. “Oh wow, that’ll help them.” Gwen whispers as you help her off Merry after you. “Shut up.” The 5 of you spread ways, two of the guards headed to your right while the other one goes forward.

 You were quick to your left, checking the condition of the bushes and trees to see if the extreme weather had affected them. They hadn’t. “Well this is odd.” You said to yourself.

“What? What did you find?” Gwen asks, basically sprinting from your right. “Nothing. Everything is fine.” She makes a face of confusion. “Okay…?” You ignore her and move to call your men. The three guards came quick to the center. “So far, everything looks fine where you were, yeah?” you questioned them, receiving fast nods.

“And what about snow? Has any of you seen even a bit of melted snow or ice, even a hint of it? Water?” You can feel the tension filling the space between all five of you when you said that. “None…” One of them spoke, the others not disagreeing. “Alright then.” You sighed in frustration. “If all of you are sure there’s nothing, we head over to the waterfall. It's all too good to be true.” The dark skinned guard who spoke up earlier raises his hand to speak. “You don’t have to- just, you know what, just speak.”

“Oh, right, um. Well, we can’t really call it a clue that, everything, is normal, right?” He asks. You shrugged at that and pursed your lips. “Perhaps not, but the fact that the forest is too normal, while the whole realm was in a shitshow of a snowstorm yesterday, is in itself very odd, yes?” The men make a face, considering what you just said. “Uh, I guess?”

“Good. Now let’s see if the others are going through something just as weird.” You spare them no more explanation, walking off to Merry with Gwen to help her on the horse.

The ride was short as the waterfall area wasn’t that far and is still inside the seaforest. You keep a straight face despite your awe in the colorful grown trees. The leaves are almost turquoise and from a far, the whole forest, illuminated by the brightly shining sun, looked almost as blue as the waterfall.

The heat was starting to get to you, you wiped you’re your shawl across the beads of sweat on your hairline, feeling how warm your face is. “I don’t see any of them.” You stated out loud. “Wait let me-“ One of the guards gets off his horse and sprints closer to the caves near the waterfalls. “Tristen?” You heard him call out. But Tristen, hadn’t went alone, he had another one with him too.

“Who was the other one with Tristen?” You ask one of your own. “Fred.” You frowned and looked back. Fred was a shitty name, did not fit him at all.

You watch the guard, Emery, disappear into the cave in search of his friend. A few second later, he exits it alone. “I can’t find him, your honor!” He shouted. “It’s your majesty, dingus.” The guard next to you yell. “Oh.” You ignore their banter, heart sinking at Emery’s earlier words.

“What about Frank?” “Fred.” The guard corrects you in a whisper, “Fred! Yes, not even a sign of Fred?” You can see Emery tilting his head with his mouth hung open in confusion. “Who’s Fred?” Gwen chokes out a laugh, quickly hiding it with a loud cough. You groaned loudly, rubbing your face with your palms. Sweaty and annoyed, you called for Emery to come back before he too, disappears.

Gwen squeezes your shoulder once she realizes how worried you actually were. "Hey, I'm sure they're just with Alistair." You huffed. "I told them to be here, not with Alistair." She says nothing, eyeing you worriedly. "I hope for their sake, they are with him." You sighed out before you rode to the church.

•••••

They were not with Alistair. The concern he looked at you with when you yold him that you couldn't find them, haunts you still.

You made sure the stocks were divided quickly, asking your guard of the news spread around here of the forsests and homicide tragedy that recently occured.

"The twins, Alia and Ana, both had their organs taken off, and their hair shaved. It's textbook dark magic." He exclaimed. And you agreed with his words. Witchcraft wasn't hard to spot. it's the witch, that is. "Their skin looked like it was bitten and chewed off by dogs, beasts. And that's not the worst part." He speaks in a grave tone.

"Their corpes was hung for all to see." You felt a closh shiver running down your spine. Their blood is in your hand. As a rulerr, you've failed. And now your own guards goes missing. "The air here is haunted, Alistair." You had told him after the stock dividing was done.

"There is a stench so foul, only some could smell. And an ugliness only some can see behind the faux magical looks of the forest." And yet, many times have you been in Fullmar with your father, but this time, something sinizter hasve found it's home in the city. He knew what you meant, he felt it too. "We'll camp by the church tonight, alright? We'll wait for Tristen and Fred." He pulls you into an embrace, and you ket yourself relax slightly. Whatever was to happened, you're not leaving anyone behind.

The 6 of you make camp a bit further from the church in the woods, but not in the seaforest. You made sure the spot you chose was still near to the church and streets, in case of medical emergencies.

The moon was currently making it's appearance, in replacement to the sun. The men are talking amongst eachother as they finish their portion of porridge, a fire made in the middle of your circle.

Gwen watches as you stand still by a tree, gazing out at the empty darkness, searching. She places her finished bowl by her pack before slowly pushing herself up from her crossed legged position to walk towards you. She was worried for you. The way you held yourself and your position was respectable, but how yoy deny yourself personal satisfaction and joy is harmful.

You could drive yourself to madness. You cared for your people, too much, to the point where you thought that you'd do a much better job as a queen if you cared for yourself less.

You flinched when you feel her arm on your shoulder. Somehow missing the sound of her loud footsteps meeting the noisy sound of leaves crunching together. "Princess." Your cheeks warmed at the title despite the situation. "Are you trying to cause a scene, starving yourself like this?" She scolds softly, pulling you by your arm to turn around and face her. "I can't eat when I'm too worried." You defend yourself. She raises a brow before dragging you to the circle again.

You don't fight against her, knowing that she's right. You were punishing your body for the mistakes you didn't mean to make.

But it had been 9 hours since your two guards vanished. You wonder if you had sent them to their deaths.

Emery and Yusof is singing together, a soft melody on their tongue to fill the uncomfortable silence and elephant in the room. "I thought I was going to die." Emery serenades slowly, dragging the last word. "But you taught me how to fall, before you taught me anything at all." Both he and Yusof sang.

Gwen is nodding her head to their singinv as she scoops a spoon of your porridge. "Open up." She wiggles her brows as the soon moves in a wavy motion to your mouth. "No! You're not spoonfe-" The words die at the tip of your tongue when she shoves the spoon in your talking mouth, making you swallow it by force. She grins proudly at her victory, making it hard for you to be angry at her.

You glare at her as she continues to feed you a few more times, enjoying the act of embarassing you. The group of 4 men are gently clapping their hands now, making a beat of their song. "I'll take first watch." Alistair announced. "Emery can take after me." The younger whined at that, earning a slap on his shaved head.

He meets your eyes momentarily before looking away at the same emptiness you had just gazed upon before. They're not coming.

Your eyes shut closebin frustration and painful acceptance. Gwens fingers finds yours, intertwining your cold hands and her warm ones together as she leans closer to you. "It's not your fault." She whispers in your ear. You open your eyes to stare back at her, your back against a tree. "They went there on my order." You replied, evidently.

"You didn't know what would happened, no one did." Her gand tightens on yours. "Gwen." You called out tiredly, fighting the urge to cry. "Yes?" She leans her head on your shoulder, her breathing hot in the crook of your neck. "Don't let go, please." She squeezes your fingers. "I won't."

You notice just how blue her eyes are when she's sitting this close to you. And so you fell asleep with her eye color as the last thing you thought off.

You weren't sure how long you had slept for. But when you awoke, it was still dark. You were shaken by the cold wind, jolting you up. Gwen was stuck to your arm, your fingers still intertwined.

She snores slightly, mouth slightly open whem she's dozing off into a dream. You let yourself smile at the girl clinging onto you. Out of all the things you've done wrong, trusting her hasn't been one yet, so far.

Your daydream was shooked away when a sudden sound or rusting leaves makes you flinch. You turn to your front, seeing none other than Alistair. He has his back towarfdyou as he's staring far up front. "Ali?" You called.

He stands still, voice low when he finally speaks. "Do you hear that?" You frowned. "Hear what? And how long have you been up?" He turns his face to look at you. His expression was full of the deepest fears. His hands were trembling. "I've been hearing that for an hour now, but I can't find the source." You say nothing, trying to listen to what he mentioned of.

"Come here." He beckons you in a whisper. You shook your head. "You're scaring me Alistair." He sighs. "I'm sorry, I- look, I'm serious, I heard something, but you can only hear better here." Your fingers squeezes Gwen's arm, making her mumble in her sleep. "Come on." He repeats, stretching out a hand to you. You move from your position to slowly crouch betore standing up, taking his hand.

He walks slowly to where he stood, shielding you as he walks front first, a protective hand still holding yours. "Now, listen." He whispers. And so you follow.

You try to clear your mind as best as possible, searching for the sound he told you off. And right when you were about to tell him off, you heard it. A howl. You gasped and meets his eyes. "Wolves?" You asked. He shook his head. "That's not an animalz that's human. And it's too visible to be far in the seaforest."

You understood then what he meant. "We need to see." He takes a deep breath. "I know but-" you huffed aloud. "No but, I'm going." You push off his grip on you as you stride towards the deeper parts of the woods, with only your missing guards' condition in my mind.

"Damnit, wait!" You hear Alistair curses before foorsteps were hearf getting more far from you, he was waking the others.

"Tristen? Fred?" You whisper yelled. A howl of pain, alike to a scream was heard, louder. Oh my god. You called for them again. Your hands hold onto the tree barks like walls in the dark, the trees being too tall, limiting the moon's light. You curse yourself when you accidentally tripped on a stick, hands finding a tree bark immediately. "Gods sake- Tristen!" You yelled out once more.

"Princess." You jumped at Gwen's voice. Her eyes were droopy and hair messed up, and yet as she watches you longer, her eyes beginnto widen. "Princess. " she repeats, slower. "Gwen." You breathed out in relief. "You scared me." She says nothing, eyes moving up before it remains staring above your head. Her lips quiver as she stutters out incomprehensible strings of words. "I-I heard them." You explained plainly before following the arrow her eyes pointed at.

Your body detaches itself from the tree, and a hysterical scream escapes the deepest parts of your chest and throat.

On the stealthy branches of the tree you held onto just now, were two naked men, with the middle parts of tbeir body torn open, and hung on it. Their blood smears the leafs and bark, and it drips still, falling down onto the grass. Their faces stayed intact, and you recognizes the looks of Tristen and Fred easily.

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Social Media AU MASTERLIST

OBX

Summer Fling | Rafe Cameron x Y/N | Social Media AU

Summary: Y/N, in her second year of uni, is back in Obx for the Christmasbreak. Ending up at the same uni, Kiara, Pope and Y/N are drawn together by their love of the Outer Banks, becoming friends outside of the slight acquaintance they had before. This has spilled over into break and Y/N finds herself invited to hang out with the younger group.

In the meantime, six months out of a chaotic relationship Y/N is trying her luck on dating apps. Rafe just so happens to be home for break as well, and enters into a casual fling with Y/N.

Featuring: Y/N a year older than the Pouges, Half Pouge/Half Kook reader, University AU, A world in which Big John never went missing

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2

One Girl Kinda Guy | Rafe Cameron x Y/N | Uni + Social Media AU

Summary: Turning down Rafe Cameron catches his interest.

Featuring: Uni AU, Fratbro Rafe, Social Media Au

Oneshot

Julie And The Phantoms

JATP Social Media AU

Summary: The Phantoms are taking over the world; one hit at a time.

Featuring: Julie/Luke, Alex/Willie, Flynn/Carrie, Reggie/Kayla. Aged up characters, all human.

Table of Contents: Part1 | Part2

Winx

Rivusas relationship through their friends (and each others) eyes | RivenxMusa | Social Media AU

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