#The Yawning Grave
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arcane-vagabond · 2 months ago
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The Yawning Grave: Prologue
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The Yawning Grave: Prologue
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
Summary: A trip to Scotland during the summer after your senior year of college was supposed to be filled with adventure and your weight in whiskey. However, after a night of chatting with a handsome stranger at a local pub, you're whisked away to a land filled with creatures your grandfather had warned you about long ago. Trapped in this world, you'll have to call upon that knowledge your grandfather imparted upon you, all while dealing with the same handsome stranger from that last night.
Content Warning: Mythology, Folktales, Fairytales, Mentions of absent parents, Fae mentions, Traveling. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed something!
Word Count: 1.3k
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Grimms fairytales, the true versions, the ones with blood and magic and death taught lessons about the wicked ways of mankind. That’s what your father had always told you when he read them to you before bed. He taught you that there was always a lesson to be gained from the fantastic tales of goblins, giants, and evil witches. Don’t be too greedy. Don’t covet. Do unto others. You found comfort in these stories, knowing that the monsters in them were ones that every person faced, that every person strived to work against. More often than not, the heroes of the story prevailed by some means, earning a life of wealth and prosperity because of their actions.
It was your grandfather’s stories, however, that left you with a sickening feeling. Fairies were not small, dainty little people who made flowers bloom and troubles disappear. No, they were mischievous at best, causing problems for the common, hardworking people for their enjoyment. At their worst, they were malicious, vindictive creatures who sought retribution for perceived wrongs.
They were warnings.
“Never make a deal with the cunning folk,” your grandfather had warned you, his normally twinkling eyes solemn as they stared down at where you were tucked under the warm blankets. “Never give them your name. Once they have it, it’s theirs forever, and you can never get it back.”
“Why do they want my name, Grampa?” You asked, voice soft and eyes wide as you stared up at him, clutching the blankets tighter.
“Because, Puck,” he murmured, placing a gentle hand to the top of your head as he leaned in, as if to tell a secret, “having the name of something gives you power over it. Never give them your full name, but a nickname will do just fine. The wee folk can’t tell lies, you see, and they expect the same from you or me. Don’t give them your real name, but don’t give them a fake one either, or they’ll grow angry. A nickname should do just fine.”
“I thought fairies were supposed to be good?” You questioned, wrinkling your nose in confusion. The old man let out a chuckle, smiling at you warmly as the kindness returned to him.
“They can be, little Puck,” he amended, patting your head gently. “But best not to take the chance, agreed?”
Then he had placed a kiss to the top of your head and bid you a goodnight, leaving you to ponder his words as you drifted off to sleep, thoughts of dancing figures and jingling laughter flitting through your head.
Years passed from that moment, and you were now a young adult on the cusp of starting your official adult life. Exams had finished, and you had earned your degree, actively on the hunt for a job with several prospects. You toyed with the idea of taking a few months off to allow yourself time to breathe before undertaking the task of real adult responsibilities, which your parents assured you were much more demanding than the responsibilities you’d had in college.
“Finding a job is important,” your mother had said, “but you should take some time to enjoy being young. Take the summer, honey. There’ll be jobs waiting for you when you’re ready.”
The issue was further pressed when your friends Caroline and Brianna had invited you on a summer trip to Scotland.
“Oh, please, Puck?” Caroline begged, blue eyes wide and pleading as she grabbed your hands from across the table. “It won’t be as much fun without you there.”
“She’s right,” Brianna nodded, leaning into the blonde sitting across from you. “It’s all or nothing.”
“Are you two paying for my ticket?” You snorted, gazing between your two best friends. Caroline’s eyes lit up in a familiar twinkle that immediately had you shaking your head. “Nuh uh. No way. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed, flipping her long, blonde hair over her shoulder. “You know my parents won’t care. They’re too busy vacationing in Switzerland this summer to care what I’m doing with their money.”
You grimaced. You loved Caroline dearly, and you wonder every day how she didn’t end up as an out of touch rich kid, especially with how absent her parents seemed to be.
“If you’re taking advantage of her, then so am I, Puck,” Brianna smiled, wagging her brows at you. Brianna was a spunky brunette with an eye for numbers, having graduated alongside you and Caroline with a degree in engineering. “Besides, this’ll be our last chance to spend some time together before you move overseas and then we’ll never get to see you.”
That was also true. You had been accepted into the Medieval and Renaissance Studies program at the University College London and would be moving before the start of the new term. You chewed on your bottom lip, peering up to look between your two best friends. Caroline wore her pleading expression again while Brianna looked at you expectantly. You let out a sigh, watching as the two of them grinned at you, knowing they had won.
“Alright, fine.”
“I knew you wouldn’t turn down a free trip!” Caroline exclaimed, earning half-hearted glares from the other patrons in the small cafe. Paying them no mind, she pulled out her phone to start making plans.
“Alright, where do we want to go?”
Two weeks later, you stood on the platform in the highland town of Inverness, waiting for your friends to catch up with you with their luggage in hand. You were excited to see the rich history of the highlands with your own eyes, having convinced Caroline and Brianna almost immediately with their love for the show “Outlander,” and while you adored the show just as much, it was the history and the folklore you were after. The air was cool, but not cold as you stepped out into the square, taking in the stone buildings and the overcast sky. Above, seagulls cried out, eyeing the ground below for their next easy meal.
“Do you have the address for the hotel?” Asked Caroline as she rummaged through her bag beside you.
“Sure do,” you chirped, watching the different people walk along the streets as you waited for your app to load. Brianna let out a loud yawn beside you, rubbing at her eyes.
“How long have we been awake?” She grumbled, checking her phone with a weary blink of her eyes.
“Doesn’t matter,” you replied, bouncing from one foot to the other in excitement. “We can’t go to sleep until later or we’ll be jetlagged the whole trip.”
Brianna mumbled something under her breath, but you paid her no mind, knowing how cranky she got when sleep deprived.
“I say we drop our stuff off at the hotel, get something to eat, and then pick a pub to spend the rest of the night in,” Caroline grinned from beside you. Brianna wrinkled her nose at the idea, but you bumped her shoulder with yours as you smiled.
“Come on, Bri,” you chuckled. “How often are we going to get to do this after this trip?”
She didn’t look convinced as the three of you made your way in the direction of the hotel, your suitcases clacking against the cobblestone beneath you.
“What if we let you sleep in as long as you want tomorrow?” Caroline suggested, earning a thoughtful look from the brunette. You sighed, wincing internally at Caroline’s suggestion. Brianna was known to sleep long and hard, and the three of you had reservations to go to.
“As long as you want without missing anything,” you amended, shooting a look at Caroline. Knowing she was outvoted, Brianna let out a heavy sigh.
“Alright, fine,” she relented. “But I get to pick where we get food.”
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A/N: And we're off! I realize that this is an incredibly niche character from a fandom long past, but I'm excited for this! This will definitely be my little pet project to keep me writing, and I hope you guys stick around for the journey because this is another story that started out as an original fiction. If you've been around long enough, you'll know I love taking my original fiction ideas and turning them into fanfic to see how people receive them. But we're back in my Teen Wolf era, folks!
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shaunashpmn · 6 days ago
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“oh, you fool, there are rules • i am coming for you • (you can run but you can’t escape) • darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins • (you will open the yawning grave).”
💌 • @stqrca • (let’s all just pretend the second chorus isn’t completely fucked okay my laptop is not happy)
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anamelessfool · 17 days ago
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Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
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Chapter art from my F!Overseer Reader x Cooper Howard fic. (Link on AO3 here)
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thebiggestfuckgiven · 4 months ago
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It’s HEEREE! Chapter 1 of How I DIDN’T Become a Villain is officially up! If you’ve been following the updates, have been wishing for this fic since i made that first post, or have only just seen this for the first time, give it a read!
I have BIG plans for our boy Danny and co., and i can’t wait to unravel them before you all, piece by piece
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artanogon · 1 year ago
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hey, uh, about your boyfriend. you know how there are rules? yeah he's coming for you. darkness brings evil things, a reckoning begins, that kind of thing. yeah, he tried to warn you when you were a child. he told you not to get lost in the wild. sent you omens and all kinds of signs and stuff. taught you melodies, poems, rhymes. yeah, you can run, but you can't escape. you'll open the yawning grave. sorry.
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bombshelllblonde · 1 year ago
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I TRIED TO WARN YOU WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET LOST IN THE WILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 I SENT YOU OMENS AND ALL KINDS OF SIGNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 I TAUGHT YOU MELODIES POEMS AND RHYMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you have opened the yawning grave
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folklouire · 9 months ago
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The Yawning Grave, Strange Trails (2015) x Judith Slaying Holofernes, Artemisia Gentileschi (c. 1612-1613)
(second version under the cut)
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thetravelingegg · 4 months ago
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I made an edit :D
Megatron - The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron
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obscene-beans · 1 year ago
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My gender is whatever the fuck Lord Huron has got going on in The Yawning Grave
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yello-123 · 7 months ago
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Something mind boggling to me is the lack of Yellowjackets edits to Lord Huron songs. On the surface level the night we met is so jackieshauna and I’ve seen an edit or two of them to it and meet me in the woods has so much obvious potential, but Ive got to put you guys on all of Vide Noir. Most importantly, I GOT to get you guys to listen to the ultimate The WildernessTM and Lottie Matthews song The Yawning Grave.
EDITORS AND JUST YJ FANS IN GENERAL GET ON THIS!!!
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havenraven · 2 years ago
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a few years ago i had started to draw out the songs from Lord Huron's Strange Trails album - and then forgot to finish up the project, so what i have now is just a set of sketches
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arcane-vagabond · 3 months ago
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The Yawning Grave Masterlist
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Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
Summary: A trip to Scotland during the summer after your senior year of college was supposed to be filled with adventure and your weight in whiskey. However, after a night of chatting with a handsome stranger at a local pub, you're whisked away to a land filled with creatures your grandfather had warned you about long ago. Trapped in this world, you'll have to call upon that knowledge your grandfather imparted upon you, all while dealing with the same handsome stranger from that last night.
Series Content Warning: Fae (Seelie & Unseelie), Magical/Mythical Creatures, Magic, Changelings, Fairytales, Folktales, Death, Gore, Violence, Alcohol, Dubcon, I don't think I'd call this a dark series, but we're at least talking OG Grimms fairytales in terms of tone. Individual chapters will have their own warnings.
All posts related to this series will be tagged with "TYG," "The Yawning Grave," and "Fae!Isaac."
*Denotes Smut.
Masterlist
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Series;
Prologue
Chapter One (Coming Soon)
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Drabbles;
Nothing to see here yet...
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Headcanons;
Nothing to see here yet...
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theeemeraldstar · 1 year ago
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the-restless-bones · 6 months ago
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Ok Ik it’s 2am but what if I wrote an SBI fanfic based off the lyrics of The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron that held strong themes of wanderlust, family, and folk horror?
Like would anyone be interested in 20 chapters of that?
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poprocklyrics · 3 months ago
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I know the rain like the clouds know the sky
The Yawning Grave, Lord Huron
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colorsinautumn · 2 years ago
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lord huron’s music is the best thing I’ve discovered lately
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