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𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 / iomt oneshot series (18+)
Aurora Manor had been the pride of the Kang family for generations. Yet, those enchanted by the manor’s grandeur remained blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurked within.
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𝔞𝔰𝔥 | Jeong Yunho (MDNI 18+)
When Dr. Kim Hongjoong arrives at the manor with his assistant, Jeong Yunho, an unsettling urge stirs within you—to extinguish his vibrant spark. But little did you know that even the brightest lights have a way of casting the darkest shadows. Or, you and Yunho commit crimes in the name of love.
𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 | Kang Yeosang
Having just tied the knot with your husband, Yeosang, you begin adjusting to life in the manor. But as you navigate its unfamiliar halls, you start to uncover unsettling truths about the house and the darkness that resides within.
𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 | Choi Jongho
In the distant future, the malevolent presence that once haunted the manor still lingers in the very earth where it once stood. However, a young musician is determined to break the Kang's grip on Night City once and for all.
#ateez#ateez fic#ateez masterlist#kim hongjoong#kang yeosang#jeong yunho#choi jongho#kpop masterlist#ateez yunho#ateez hongjoong#ateez jongho#ateez yeosang#villain au#gothic au
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okay but what if gothic au ;3;
#ruenarts#hotd fanart#lucemond#lucerys x aemond#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#otp: we are the storm#gothic au
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#loki#loki series#tva loki#loki laufeyson#mobius#tom hiddleston#owen wilson#crossover#au#the essex serpent#will ransome#haunted mansion#father kent#priests au#the royal tenenbaums#eli cash#i saw the light#hank williams#cowboy au#crimson peak#thomas sharpe#shanghai knights#roy o'bannon#gothic au#yes i can't stop
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It is with great excitement that I say: UPDATE!!
#crouching in the corner waiting to see the reactions to this one :3#danbert#dan cain#herbert west#gothic au#my fics#the lord of death hill#re-animator#reanimator
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gothic joel miller vampire au 😔
gothic vampire!joel who was known for being a stoic, brooding, seductive man.
gothic vampire!joel who was known throughout the town for being a high esteemed businessman.
gothic vampire!joel who was invited to a banquet for the rich and elite.
gothic vampire!joel who took one look at you, the mayor’s daughter, and fell in love.
gothic vampire!joel who held you on a pedestal.
gothic vampire!joel who gave only the finest to his cherub.
gothic vampire!joel who paraded you at the banquets and in the courts, showing everyone that you were his.
gothic vampire!joel who gives you the most sinful, ungodly pleasure you have ever experienced.
gothic vampire!joel who lost you to the hunters.
gothic vampire!joel who spends two centuries mourning you.
modern vampire!joel who walks into the city one day and gets a whiff of a familiar scent, your scent, and thinks he’s losing his mind.
modern vampire!joel who follows the scent and sees you.
modern vampire!joel who is horrified, because he watched you die, and now you stand before him.
modern vampire!joel who tries to stay away, but you somehow worm your way back into his life.
modern vampire!joel who can’t help but succumb to your very being, your entire human existence.
modern vampire!joel who refuses to walk the earth if you’re not by his side.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller angst#joel miller fanfiction#gothic au#vampire!joel miller#joel miller fluff#joel miller au
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Death Lies In Wait
Massachusetts, 1890. Max Mayfield is twenty-six years old and at the hand of her parents, settles for a marriage of convenience to a widowed lighthouse keeper. A stranger she'll be trapped with for the rest of her life on a lonely spit of land surrounded by nothing but endless, lonely sea. But, as she settles into her life, and she and her new husband try to coexist, they get wrapped up in a mysterious presence on the cape. It calls to them. It's lulling and coaxing and sings to them at night. Max discovers the secrets her new husband keeps. Mermaids and ghosts of the past come to haunt them. Updating Again!
A Madwheeler/Byler//Lumax Gothic AU
#stranger things#byler#madwheeler#lumax#lighthouse keeper mike#mermaid will#fisherman lucas#ghost el#arranged marriage#justmyname#max mayfield#mike wheeler#will byers#el hopper byers#lucas sinclair#gothic au#lighthouse keeper au#historical au#fantasy au#this moodboard took me too fucking long
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Thanks for the tag @trench-rot 💗! Tagged for this meiker! Decided to make Rhea in a few AUs I have for her.
Rhea in the beginning of Secrets in the Darkness (gothic au) where eerie things start to happen ar her uncles estate.
Rhea in the middle of the story, being haunted by the ghosts of her past.
Rhea and Felix in Bound by Twin Moons (witch/werewolf au) . Rhea, a witch, fighting magic corruption while Felix tries to protect her in wolf form.
No pressure tags: @kourumi @kyber-infinitygems @poetikat @confidentandgood @madparadoxum @incognito-insomniac @shegetsburned @the-grand-king-queen @clonesupport @galaxycunt @darkfire1177 @spaceratprodigy @euryalex @roofgeese @poisonedtruth @bitchesofostwick @detectivelokis @theelderhazelnut @vakarians-babe @bearcina @aceghosts and an open tag to anyone else who sees this and wants to share!
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Lucy & Cooper - nothing but light
#fanart#wallpaper#fallout#ghoulcy#vaultghoul#cooper howard#lucy maclean#my edit#older man/younger woman#age difference#alternate universe#gothic au#inspired by beauty and the beast
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For the potential AU question, how about a Victorian AU, you know with balls, fancy big outfits and all, an 80s AU aaand a post apocalyptic AU. I gave you 3 so that you can choose :3.
thanks!
i will probably come back for the 80's and post-apocalyptic au's, but i actually drew a victorian au a long time ago but never uploaded it! it was inspired by the sort of dark/gothic/melodrama victoriana like sweeney todd, crimson peak, penny dreadful etc
-this takes place vaguely in "london," not the real place but the grimy, perpetually overcast, singing and dancing jack-the-ripper style place of sweeney todd & the like. everyone has magic powers, often of the sort that has terrible cost to their own health & sanity the more they use it
like these , with nothing "normal" in between
Amelia contacts real ghosts through her crystal ball (containing the skull of a mysterious someone...) which act according to her orders, so that it looks to anyone else like she's moving things through telekinesis or learning things about other people's activities through extra-sensory perception; she's started hearing the ghosts all the time even when she's not intentionally calling them up.
makoto paints pictures which affect the real world, either predicting future events or being able to paint an object and then just reach into the picture and take it out as a real object; she's working on painting life-like animals and people and trying to turn them into real living creatures which is slowly turning her into a sort of doctor frankenstein mad scientist (except, an artist instead of a scientist).
rolls royceton acts like a rich swell but can transform into a huge monstrous creature like the hulk/jekyll and hyde; he intentionally does it to fight/threaten people so as to build territory for his gang but it's started happening out of his control.
vinny was supposed to be executed for theft...and it didn't work; he's essentially a zombie that is still thinking and feeling and doesn't understand it at all but is too scared of dying for real to try to "fix" it.
-various murder mysteries happen through magic or strange dramatic circumstances (no one gets shot with a regular gun for normal murder reasons; it's always some rare poisoned dagger or bizarre curse or something), which amelia & co solve (or technically solve, by getting someone to reveal what's happening)
-a lot of the world revolves around the powers people have & what that means for people of different social classes or genders or ethnicities--a wealthy girl who can blow people up with her mind wouldn't do such a rude thing in society, it's unladylike! a street urchin who can heal people with their hands is probably just using that as an excuse to pick pockets, you know how those people are... as a result, a lot of those murder mysteries are something ironic, like a kindly old grandma whose cookies force people to mind their manners or else be poisoned because manners matter more to her than murder. it's the sort of place where if someone jumped off a bridge, everyone else would judge them like an olympic diving competition
-the characters first meet at a masquerade ball all wearing masks and different clothes, where a murderer is hiding by changing costumes. there should be an exploration through the crypts of an ancient cursed church, a mysterious carnival full of actual magic and deadly games, a theater with a ghost directing (and possessing) the living actors to have the Perfect Performance(TM), twisting back alleys where you could find anything (literally anything) for sale or might get murdered or simply disappear; gothic-steampunk-esque vibes...
-this has gotten more grim than the request implied haha, but i think there's an element of a group of selfish, sometimes callous people coming together in a found-family way and realizing that they want to be better than that and eventually either working to be better people or tragically failing because the terrible things they've done in the past have come back to haunt them. like most of the story would be somewhere between horror and dark comedy, but the final act would actually be life or death for the main characters
#no ive never played fallen london or blades in the dark unfortunately#the skull in the crystal ball is a man who wronged her in her backstory--#--in the original universe she never gets revenge bc that just doesnt happen. i dont even plan on keeping much of it in the main story--#--but she can get revenge this time. as a treat#gothic au#victorian au#steampunk au#dreadpunk au#oc tag#oc amelia#oc koko#oc rolls royston#oc vinny#beg borrow or steal#ask meme#i was actually just thinking how much i miss halloween...
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𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐀 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 B҉u҉r҉n҉ || 937w || Explicit Drabbles and Ficlets. Various timelines and points in their relationship. (Prompts from @JilcoPrompts on Twitter.) 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 13,425w || Explicit
“It can’t happen again,” he repeats, his voice firm, authoritative, all father, no trace of the besotted lover.
In which Jinx does everything in her power to make sure it does happen again. 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰 || 4,700w || Mature || CW: Uncle/Niece
It was a cold night when she first came to her uncle’s manor outside the city.
A gothic AU 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝒴𝑜𝓊 || 542 words || Mature
Jinx is seventeen. She has known what sex is for ages, that people pay for it, and that some people out there would see you as only a vessel to fulfill their fantasies.
Silco tries to talk to Jinx about sex. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 || 2,674w || Explicit
Jinx wants to go to Shimmer so bad; just put on a hot little black dress, get buzzed at the bar, and dance it up with randos until she’s too tired to go on and has to stumble into a cab with stupidly high heels in hand.
A nightclub modern AU No One ̷E̷l̷s̷e̷ || 1,242w || Mature
Jinx had never felt this feeling before. It twists inside her, tugging at her composure.
Someone lingers in Silco’s office and ajinx gets her own visitor: the green-eyed monster. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐱 || 4,913w || Explicit || CW: Father/Daughter
He eyes her with a look full of misery. “I’m your father, Jinx.” Not this again. She can’t help rolling her eyes, and groaning, “I thought we were past this—” But Silco cuts her off with a raised voice, “I’m your biological father.”
Silco comes to a startling realization. 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 || 1,929w || Explicit
Silco catches himself gazing at her mouth much too frequently. The way she pouts her berry lips...The way she bites the bottom between her teeth... He can’t look away.
Jinx and Silco’s relationship reaches a turning point. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 703w || Explicit
She’s close; he knows it. He can’t see or hear her, but he can feel it in his bones. She never lets him run this long, usually; must be getting a taste for playing with her food.
A time travel AU ⌛️⏳ 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 2,447w || Explicit || CW: Uncle/Niece
Seing Silco’s face when the family comes together for Thanksgiving is not something she expects.
An autumn modern AU 🍁🎃🦃🍂
#bombshark#jilco#drabbles#ficlets#fanfic#fanfiction#canon divergent au#gothic au#modern au#my writing
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mafia!teez this, mafia!teez that, what about gothic!villain teez!?!
𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 | preview
Aurora Manor—once a grand estate—was abandoned after a series of unfortunate events befell its original inhabitants. Over the years, the manor was repurposed into various ventures, each one ultimately failing before it was consumed by fire. Yet even In the distant future, the malevolent presence that once haunted the grounds still lingers in the very earth where it stood.
"Darling," your husband called after you, his voice sweet, feigning concern, "you’ll only hurt yourself if you keep running."
Ever since he arrived, a suffocating darkness had fallen over the manor, creeping into every corner like an insidious fog. You could feel their presence behind you, shadows stretching and contorting on the walls as if the manor itself conspired against your escape.
Nothing was amiss at first. Life at the manor continued, despite the presence of your husband's colleague, Dr. Kim Hongjoong, who was in town for a medical conference.
But then the manor staff began to disappear.
At first, their absences were explained away—illnesses, sudden resignations, family emergencies. Yet no letters came, no relatives inquired. And then, one by one, they returned.
But not in the way you expected.
The first victim was a young maid, no older than eighteen. You found her seated at the piano in the drawing room, her hands positioned on the keys, her head tilted unnaturally to the side as if listening to an unseen conductor. Her skin was waxy, her eyes dull and glassy, her body stiff as though the life had been drained and replaced with something hollow.
Then came the head butler, standing at attention in the dining room, silver tray in hand. His face was locked in a courteous expression, but his joints creaked when you brushed past him, like a marionette waiting for its strings to be pulled.
Every room became a macabre gallery of grotesque displays—bodies posed in everyday scenes, their expressions frozen in mockery of life.
Now, as you ran through those same cursed halls, the memory of their lifeless faces drove you forward, even as the storm outside threatened to consume you. You couldn’t join their grisly gallery. Not yet. Not ever.
You could feel their presence behind you, shadows stretching and contorting on the walls as if the manor itself conspired against your escape. The hall twisted into a labyrinth, the flickering light from sconces casting monstrous shapes that seemed alive.
You stumbled into the deluge, rain drenching you to the bone and stealing the breath from your lungs. Mud squelched underfoot as you staggered toward the estate’s boundary, the towering trees thrashing in the wind like angry titans. But you knew they wouldn’t stop. The hunt was too intoxicating for them, the chase a sick game they had perfected.
You dared not look back, even as your instincts screamed that they were near, their eyes gleaming in the darkness like predators savoring the end of the chase.
#ateez#ateez au#kim hongjoong#kang yeosang#gothic au#villain au#inspired by ice on my teeth#i won't stand for gothic erasure
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Nanscough: A Gothic Scarlet Hollow AU
Nanscough (Cornish: Scarlet Valley) is a village and civil parish in Cornwall. The local tin mine, owned by the prominent Cough (pronounced ko) family, was once prosperous and drew many to the area. A few Afro-Caribbean families even settled in Nanscough a century ago and are now assimilated into local life. But the tin trade began to decline earlier in the century following a collapse in Nanscough Mines, and the town’s fortunes fell along with it. The parish is also home to the Seven Maids, local megaliths said to be a group of girls turned to stone for dancing on the Sabbath. Lately the area has been plagued by reports of creatures from Cornish lore – giants, pixies, Tommyknockers, phantom cats, and even the Devil’s Dandy Dogs. Nanscough will not give up its secrets easily….
Mr./Miss/Mx. MC Cough: MC grew up in genteel poverty with their mother, the late Vivian Cough, who fled her ancestral home under mysterious circumstances. They are visiting Nanscough for the first time in their life to attend the funeral of their aunt, Mrs. Anne Cough.
Miss Tabitha Cough: Iron-fisted manager of Nanscough Mines and mistress of Nanscough Hall. Cousin to MC.
Dustin: A badger living in a dresser in the Hall. Son to Dustin Mam. Speaks broken English with a strong Cornish accent.
Dustin Mam: Another badger living in a dresser in the Hall. Mother of Dustin. Also speaks broken English with a strong Cornish accent.
Frou-Frou: Nanscough Hall cat. Speaks with a French accent.
Miss Stella Trelawney: Former lady’s companion to Miss Cough, current lady reporter investigating stories of the Devil’s Dandy Dogs. Owner of Gretchen. Friend to Cora and Rhys.
Gretchen: Stella’s lapdog. Speaks the Queen’s English.
Miss Cora Forsyth: Afro-Caribbean shopkeeper, aspiring naturalist, and lover of Gothic tales and penny dreadfuls. Friend to Stella and Rhys. Sister of Miles and daughter of Sybil.
Mrs. Sybil Forsyth: Town midwife, herbalist, and shop owner. Mother to Cora and Miles. A fixture of Nanscough.
Master Miles Forsyth: Indifferent Afro-Caribbean youth. Lover of boy’s adventure tales and little else. Son of Sybil and brother of Cora.
Mx. Avery Bell: Afro-Caribbean barkeep at the Bell, Nanscough’s only public house. Nibling to Winifred. Liked by all, but close to no one.
Mrs. Winifred Bell: Widowed Afro-Caribbean landlady of the Bell. Aunt to Avery. Makes the best pasties. Another town fixture.
Mr. “Duke” Calloway: Local farmer. Claims to be descended from British royalty, hence the nickname. Father to Beau. Distant cousin to Julius.
Mr. Beau Calloway: Local farmer. Large adult son to Duke. Distant cousin to Julius.
Mr. Julius Tremaine: Local farmer. Scoffs at his family’s claim to royal blood. Distant cousin to Duke and Beau.
The Miners: Come from all over Cornwall and even parts beyond.
Mr. Oscar Gutierrez: British-born Spaniard schoolmaster. Father to Rosalina.
Miss Rosalina Gutierrez: British-born Spaniard girl. Daughter to Oscar. Friend to Alexis, Miles, Rebecca, and Zane.
Morsel: The Gutierrez’s cat. Speaks broken English.
Sheriff Hammet: Affable town sheriff. Suitor of the Widow Bell.
Deputy Teague: Overly-serious sheriff’s deputy. Owner of the Lord Mayor.
Deputy Penrose: Calm sheriff’s deputy. Takes ninepins far too seriously.
Jimmy: Deputy Teague’s dog. Affectionately known as the Lord Mayor. Speaks with a slight accent.
Scraps and Daisy: Local dogs and leaders of the Dog Militia. Speak with accents.
Vicar Daniel: Local vicar with sparsely attended sermons. Strange and off-putting. Husband to Mrs. Jane, father to Flora.
Mrs. Jane: Vicar Daniel’s wife, mother of Flora, keeper of sheep. Forces weekly social calls on Tabitha.
Miss Flora: Daughter of Vicar Daniel and Mrs. Jane. Claims to have befriended pixies at the Seven Maids.
Dr. Joan Kelly: One of Britain’s first female licensed doctors. Formerly of London by way of Ireland. Claims to be the widow of a sea captain who died during a transatlantic voyage. Mother to Rhys.
Mr. Rhys Kelly: “Consumptive” artist. Bought to Cornwall by his doctor mother to “recover his strength” in country air. Extremely Byronic. Son to Dr. Kelly. Friend to Stella and Cora.
The other youths: Miss Rebecca, Miss Alexis, Master Zane. Friends to Miles and Rosalina. Probably up to no good.
Mrs. Nancy: An ill-tempered and entitled miner’s wife. Mother to Miss Rebecca.
Mr. Samuel Wayne: Nanscough Hall groundskeeper, currently neglecting his duties. Probably not the host of an inhuman consciousness.
#Scarlet Hollow#Alternate Universe#Scarlet Hollow Characters#I skipped some of the animals and all of the dead people#Let me know if I missed anybody important#Gothic AU#Victorian AU
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IT'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!
But yeah. Update! :D
#i liiiiiiive#well ive been alive. but now this fic gets to live too#danbert#dan cain#herbert west#gothic au#my fics#the lord of death hill related#re-animator#reanimator
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I need a cold shower now
#the door that i open#the demon that i awake#kavetham#vampire au#gothic au#not sure if it will be a fanfic or oneshot
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Inspired by Dracula and Lisa painting in Castlevania where Beth is the human wife of the vampire Count Daryl
This is the original picture ⬇️⬇️
#bethyl#twd#bethyl au#daryl x beth#daryl dixon x beth greene#bethyl fanfiction#beth greene#daryl dixon#dracula au#Dracula#human x vampire#vampire daryl dixon#bethyl fan art#bethyl fanart#gothic au
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Chapter 7: The Yawning Grave
Death Lies In Wait
The whole night and next day pass and Mike has not returned to the house. Max had taken care of her chores, butchered and plucked a chicken and roasted it along with the last of their fresh vegetables in the oven all afternoon. Then she took the bones and made broth. She ate by herself, did some needlepoint and read her bible by the fire until she couldn’t stand it any more, making a mental note to ask Mr. Sinclair for a few books on his next journey out. He is due in a few days and Max is eager to see him again. With darkness starting to fall and her boredom and paranoia over last night's events rendering her completely agitated, there was nothing left to do except head upstairs to bed.
She sits at the little dressing table that was sure to have been hers . He had called her El in his sleep , and she wonders how she earned that nickname. It was intimately familiar and the way it fell out of his mouth and onto her cheek the previous evening sounded so incandescently… cherished .
Now El’s dressing table is littered with the few trinkets Max has brought from her parents’ home. There is a framed picture of her mother that sits up on one of the small shelves, a decorative flower hair comb her father had given her the summer before he died that she only wore on holidays and special occasions, a tiny figurine of a bird Billy had gifted her one Christmas, crudely whittled from wood, and her favorite childhood book who’s passages now only serve as a place for her to press flowers. Max scoops a bit of the salve she uses out of a glass jar and rubs it along her cuticles and into the skin of her palms where her calluses are dry and fights how it conjures up the same sensation of the mysterious creature’s fingers slipping along her skin and how her brine soaked lips felt when she kissed her.
Max blinks the images away and removes the pins from her hair. It falls down her back and glides over the laces of the corset she hasn’t removed yet. She rubs her fingers along her scalp and sighs contentedly at the sensation of her hair finally being free from its confines. She takes hold of a large section of it and starts working the tangles out with her hair brush. One stroke then another and another, her eyes wandering out the window towards the darkness that has entombed the house tonight. The two oil lamps are lit up brightly and they cast a rich, warm flickering glow to the room, and the cookstove and fireplace still raging downstairs has made the air hot and close.
Max catches sight of herself in the small wooden table mirror. Her skin is painted in yellows and orange hues that brings out her thick orange lashes and hair cascading around her shoulders. Her eyes are light blue like the sky on a fine day and she has a splattering of light freckles across her face and along the ridge of her nose. She finds them ruddy and unattractive, but her mother always scolded her for thinking so; for vanity was not something any respectable Quaker should harbor.
“God does not care what your earthly body looks like, Maxine. He only cares for the beauty in your soul,” she would say.
She was right, of course. And yet, the bitter part of her wishes her mother would also have lived by her late father’s example of fighting for women’s rights. As any admirable Quaker would. Max wishes she would have challenged her step-father’s wishes of sending her off to marry to a stranger against her wishes with a little more gumption. It went against every one of the teachings she had been brought up with. It felt like cowardice. It felt like a betrayal.
Even so, her mother was right. Vanity held no place in a respectable person’s life. Growing up, Max had no notion really of the need to feel pretty, didn’t think it of much importance. Any life she imagined for herself held no need for it. And certainly it was inherently useless to a lighthouse keeper’s wife, left on this spit of land to the raging wind and salt and loneliness.
#death lies in wait#max mayfield#madwheeler#byler#lumax#mileven#eleven hopper#mermaid au#gothic au#historical au#lighthouse keeper mike#mermaid will#arranged marriage au#madwheeler fic#mermaid fic!#2011 jane eyre vibes#poly vibes#stranger things fanfiction#multiship fic#justmyname
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