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Oh, Wolvie!

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Knife's Edge

Currently on AO3 here

Fandom(s): The Hobbit crossover with Legend (1985)

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader & Darkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are living in Erebor. Thorin decides to admit his feelings to you after speaking with Dis, his sister and your best friend. However, you are having dreams of a creature from another world. He is becoming more powerful, trying to lure you into his world where you can be his Queen. When the lust and pull toward the creature become too much, you step into his world and meet Darkness. You have already promised yourself to Thorin. Will Darkness' seduction be enough to overthrow it all? Or will you still have enough strength inside you to follow your heart?

Warnings: Smut, graphic sexual themes, insecurity, anxiety, sex dreams, monster and human sexual encounters, violence, language, breeding kink mention, power/lust/greed themes.

(This fic is very sexually explicit and has a lot of lust/power/greed themes, while also working on the monster/human sexual references. If this is not to your liking then please do not read. You have been warned)

Comments: Currently on AO3 here / Part 2 is in the works.

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The dreams had begun one night in the middle of winter, when the stone hallways of Erebor were bitter cold. And you woke in the witching hours, dripping in sweat, despite having wrapped yourself up tightly in the furs. The figure had visited you from the shadows, beckoning you to his palace in which all light had fled from. His voice stirred something from deep within your core, a need and a desire of which you have never felt before.

As you opened your eyes, the pulsing between your legs becoming duller, you reached for a glass of water which was beside your bed. Your hand fumbled around, almost knocking the candle off the wooden surface. Your breathing was still hitched, and your heart was racing.

The figure’s voice echoed in your mind, although his words seem to have become jumbled. All you could keep hold of was the feel of velvet and delectable pleasure which had raged through you upon hearing the voice.

***

At breakfast, which you shared with Dis, King Thorin’s younger sister, you were quiet. Her blue eyes searched for any hint as to if you were ill, or perhaps were in a melancholy mood. Humans had always been unusual beings, she thought. Not as forthright as Dwarves. But still, she loved you like family, welcoming you to Erebor when you had arrived after journeying with Thorin and his Company to re-claim the kingdom of Erebor. In fact, your very existence to everyone was a mystery. You had claimed to have come from a land only known as ‘Earth’, having appeared out on the road very suddenly.

“We have visitors from Dale this morning, and Thorin has asked we be present to welcome them,” Dis announced. Her eyes were still watching you, as you pushed a piece of bread around your plate, not having had the appetite to eat it, or any of the two boiled eggs that had been prepared for you.

Something about the dream had felt so real, and you couldn’t shake the way it had burrowed into your mind.

“Are you alright?” Dis asked, her voice sharp. “You are extremely distracted this morning. Are you ill?”

“No,” you said softly, straightening your back. “I’m sorry. I had a rough night; bad dreams and didn’t sleep well.”

***

Meanwhile, Thorin was sat in his private study. For the last week and all he had thought about was the question that he wished to raise with you. For most of the time that Thorin had known you, he had been in love with you. At first, he felt fear at the fact that his heart was yearning for one who was not of his race and from another world entirely. The idea that you were merely a novelty had crossed his mind early on, but had soon been discarded. The way his chest compressed when he saw you, and his stomach clenched, and all he could do was smile when your gaze reached him. That said it all. You were always in his thoughts. When Erebor had been close to attack from orcs at the Battle of Five Armies, and Thorin had succumb to madness, his mind was still focused on you. He wanted the gold so he could be worthy of you.

Thorin stood from his desk, straightened his robe and picked up his crown, placing it against his raven locks, which were touched with silver streaks. Even the crown upon his head didn’t feel enough for you.

A gentle knock at Thorin’s door broke him from his reverie. “Yes, come!” he called.

Dis slipped into the room and approached her brother, offering him a smile. She said your name and watched as Thorin’s head immediately turned to face her. “I’m worried about her. At breakfast she was quiet, too quiet. Her mind was away elsewhere, and while she denied being ill and blamed her mood on a bad night sleep, I’m not convinced. Have you spoken with her about your proposal?”

A doubt had snuck into Thorin’s heart at Dis’ words. “I wished to ask her to dinner tonight and pose the question, but to hear that she is like this, should I?”

“Maybe such a dinner will raise her spirits.”

Thorin sighed and closed his eyes.

“You doubt her love for you, don’t you?” Dis asked.

“How can I be so certain of it?”

“I see the way she looks as you, Thorin. There is no denying that.”

“I do not feel even this crown is enough for her,” Thorin said, his voice becoming tinged with pain and sadness.

Dis sat down on the opposite side of the desk. “You overcame the self-doubt of re-claiming Erebor from Smaug. How can you not overcome this? She is but one person…”

“Who holds my heart, Dis,” Thorin sighed. “I do not know if I could face rejection from her. If there is part of me that is cowardly, it is this. I would rather fight a thousand orcs than have to declare my love to her, only for it to be unrequited.”

***

Once the visitors from Dale had dispersed to the guest wing, you remained in your seat at the council table. The sight of Thorin had pulled you from the dreams. He raised the flutter in your stomach, the heat in your chest and a smile upon your lips.

Thorin glanced across at you and met your gaze. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of your smile, and he reciprocated that smile.

Dis smirked to herself from her seat beside you. In her mind, the two of you were complete idiots. The self-doubt was astounding, and it was the one thing that made you so alike, along with your loyalty and kindness. However, that was where your similarities ended.

One by one, everyone left the room, leaving only you and Thorin behind.

You got up, ready to leave, when he ushered you back. “May I have a moment with you?” he asked.

Thorin’s heart was pounding, but he was going to do this one way or the other. He would overcome the cowardice that was taking hold of him.

You stepped closer to him, and couldn’t help but smile again. He was incredibly handsome, and you had once dreamed of what his kiss would feel like, of what it would feel like to be one with him, and carry his child. This future you yearned for so ardently. But to be married to a king? It was a ridiculous notion.

“W…would you have dinner with me tonight?” Thorin asked.

This was the first time you had ever heard him stumble over his words. You could sense the uncertainty in his voice and posture. His blue eyes had now dropped to the floor. Reassurance was what he needed in those moments, to show him that you cared for him above everyone else. You took his hand in yours. “I would be honoured, my king,” you said.

Thorin’s gaze then locked with yours and he smiled, on the brink of a chuckle, as if relieved.

There were unsaid words lingering between you both, and the electricity was gathering momentum. Something had to break. “What troubles you?” you asked. On impulse, your free hand reached up and brushed a stray hair from his face. Your other hand was still in his.

“I…I have wanted you for so long,” Thorin whispered. His eyes were ablaze with fear and doubt. “You consume me.”

Sighing, you pressed your forehead to his. “I am not worthy of you, my king. I never was.”

Thorin reached up and removed the crown from his head, placing it down on the table, and then cupped your cheeks. His gaze sank into yours, and then the two of you kissed.

***

“I would raise you up!” the figure snarled from your peripheral vision.

It was the witching hour once more and your dreams had pulled you back to the palace of shadows. The voice now had audible words.

“I will raise you up as a queen!” the voice came again. “He will always treat you as being beneath him.”

You swept through the dark corridors, chasing the voice. The only light was a fire burning in the distance, beckoning you on.

“He took off his crown for you. I would give you a crown, my queen. I would give you the world to do with as you please. Come to me.”

Heat furled in your stomach, spreading outward, causing that pulsing to begin again at the juncture of your thighs. “Where are you?” you called.

You entered a room where the back wall was brightly lit by the fire burning opposite. A huge bed dominated the centre of the room, filled with furs and black velvet sheets. A musky and earthy scent filled the room, and immediately you sensed eyes watching you.

Fear gripped you, mingled with arousal. And suddenly you felt a hand rest on your shoulder and then move downward, ghosting over your breasts, which were now bare. Your whole body was naked, open to whoever this creature was. The hand had long, black claws and the skin was crimson. The creature’s touch caused intense heat to spark beneath your skin as it kept moving, towards your navel. Electricity was surging around you and the pulsing got more intense, making a deep groan to erupt from you.

“He will never let you ascend to the place you should be,” the voice came again. The creature’s breath was hot on your neck. You felt something wet and hot slip up your neck to the point at which your earlobe connected to your cheek. “That is not love. I would worship you as my queen and my mate. Give you everything you’ve ever wanted; give you power.”

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. Realisation hit you: you were in bed, in Erebor. Next to the bed, on your table, was a red rose which Thorin had left you. The red petals reminded you of the creature’s skin, and it made you shiver.

Since your kiss with Thorin after the council meeting, and you had had dinner with him. The two of you shared in your memories of the quest, laughing and holding hands across the table. Then Thorin had shared a glass of wine with you, his silver blue eyes gazing at you in adoration and disbelief that you felt the same way as he. The two of you had walked slowly down the hallway, with your arm curled around his. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. A blush flourished on his cheeks as you moved away.

In all the time you had known Thorin and you had always been attracted to him; his voice, eyes, presence. Everything about him made your chest ache, and cause a yearning for a deeper connection. Your heart was frantically beating, wanting him.

And now you were sat upon the edge of your bed, thinking of the caresses of a creature of the shadows. Whenever you were in the company of Thorin, all memory of the creature disappeared. And now that you were thinking upon the creature, Thorin’s face had faded.

***

After you had dressed, a knock came to your door.

You walked to the door and as you opened it, a huge smile curled your lips upward at the sight of Thorin.

The king reached for you, twirling you around, as if dancing. “I have requested breakfast be brought for us,” he said softly, pulling you in close and winding his arm around your waist.

You leaned to him and kissed him, feeling him immediately respond. Your tongues met in a pent up frustration that the two of you had held at bay for many months. All you could feel was sheer joy, delight and love radiating from your chest.

Thorin’s hands cupped your cheeks, his fingers caressing downward towards your jaw, tickling your earlobes.

A sudden flash of memory shot into your mind. The creature’s tongue leaving a trail of wet heat down your neck. The flash of memory made you jump.

“Are you alright?” Thorin asked, his eyes growing concerned.

For the first time and the creature was breaking through into your time with Thorin, beckoning you into the shadows. “Yes, I’m sorry,” you replied, holding your head in shame and disgust.

Thorin rested his finger against your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his. “You are not alright, dear one. Dis told me yesterday that you had not slept well. What bothers you? All of your cares and worries are also mine.”

“You wouldn’t understand, Thorin,” you replied, stepping back from him.

“Why do you feel I would not?” he snapped.

You sighed and closed your eyes, knowing you had deeply offended him.

I will raise you up. I will give you power beyond your wildest imaginations. 

 The voice was so real, yet still felt distant. It curled around you, making that arousal snake its way down your spine and between your legs. Your breathing sped up and you sat back down on the edge of the bed. “I can’t,” you gasped.

Thorin’s eyes were dark in anger and rejection, your words hitting him square in the chest so painfully. “If you cannot bare your all to me as I would do for you, then…”

“Thorin,” you said again. “Please. Don’t put this between us.”

“No, you are putting it between us.”

You could see the pain and despair sitting in his eyes, making his shoulders droop in defeat. With a sigh, you began to speak again. “I’ve been having dreams. A demonic creature is somehow connected to me and won’t leave me alone.”

Thorin fell to his knee in front of you and cupped your cheek again. “My love? Look at me.”

You looked into those eyes you loved so dearly.

“The creature cannot hurt you,” he said. “I promise you that while I breathe, I will always protect you.”

Once your breakfast had arrived, you began to eat, temporarily forgetting the creature. Thorin was sat in a chair beside your bed as you remained on the edge of your bed. He watched you eat and as you ate the last mouthful, he reached into the inside pocket of his robe, pulling out a velvet pouch.

“I know that our customs are different, but I wish to indulge the Dwarf custom and ask for your hand in courtship, as is right. And with that, I offer you this ring,” he said, taking a gold ring from the velvet bag.

You looked at the bright gold band which was adorned with amethyst stones, seven of them forming a circle in the gold. “You remembered when I told you that purple is my favourite colour,” you whispered.

Thorin smiled, and that blush rose on his cheeks again. He reached for your hand and slipped the gold band onto your ring finger on your right hand, knowing the left would be kept for engagement and marriage, as was your custom.

***

Thorin wished you a goodnight, and as he did, he kissed your cheek. “If you have any unwelcome dreams again, my love, please come to my chambers.”

The two of you parted ways and you placed another red rose in a vase on your bedside table.

My queen. 

The voice swept around you again. This time it was more powerful, sounding as though it were in the room with you.

Sleep and come to me. 

 You lost all control and slipped away, all consciousness leaving you. But as your conscious mind drifted away, your body rose from the bed and stepped toward the full length mirror at the bottom of your bed. Your eyes remained closed, yet your body knew where to tread. The surface of the mirror looked like silver water, and with one step, you disappeared into it.

***

Were you awake or still dreaming? Everything around you was dark, with only the light from the end of a hallway. You blinked hard and sat up. Everything around you felt so real; the cold surface of the stone beneath your legs and the chatter that you could hear. Distant voices whispered.

She is here. Finally she is here. The Lord of Darkness has finally found his mate and one true queen. 

 Darkness? Was that his name? The red creature.

You got to your feet and looked around, everything still so dark. Your heart was thumping hard in your chest, in both fear and anticipation. The glow of light beckoned you down the hallway, just as it had in your dream.

As you reached the end of the hallway, you turned the corner and found yourself in a large room with a bed in the centre, and opposite was an open fire. Everything was as it was in your dream the night before. Even the black velvet sheets and furs on the bed.

Suddenly you sensed a presence behind you and for a few seconds you were glued to the spot in fear.

“My queen,” a voice came. That deep, velvet voice. Just the sound of it made liquid fire burn in your belly.

A hand brushed around your neck and that all too familiar scent of musk and earth hit your nose. Even his smell was beckoning you, pulling at your very core, that most primal part of you.

Slowly you turned, and there before you was a creature who towered above you. His skin was crimson, with bright yellow eyes gazing at you in lust and amusement. His face was pointed, with angular features. Huge, black horns grew from his head. His upper torso was muscular, being the body of a man. As your gaze slipped down, you saw that from his waist down was the body of what appeared to be a goat. His waist and legs were covered in black fur. Considering that his form was one that would normally make terror rise in those that looked upon it, you felt fascinated.

“You are not disappointed by what you see, my lady?” Darkness asked.

Your gaze finally met his, and you felt an intense shiver race down the entirety of your body.

Darkness reached for you and picked up your hand, placing it against his chest. It was red hot. He closed his eyes upon your touch. “I have yearned for touch for centuries.” His voice was on the edge of a groan.

You gasped at the feel of him and the pleasure which radiated from his voice. Your hand slipped up his chest, toward his neck. Suddenly Darkness grabbed your hips and lifted you, and on instinct, you locked your legs around his waist.

He walked with you to the bed, his gaze never leaving yours. And as he stopped, hovering above the bed, he took your lips against his. The kiss was hot, heavy, demanding. His long tongue caressed the inside of your mouth, beckoning you forth.

As you parted from the kiss, he chuckled at you. “I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Pleasure beyond anything you have ever felt, power, riches. Ask and it will be yours. Never would I keep a crown from you as he does. He would see you without that power.”

Thorin. His face was so far away again, and you shook your head, trying to bring his handsome face back to the forefront of your memory but he would not come. “He knows that I do not feel worthy of him.”

“You are worthy of everything,” Darkness snarled. He lowered you to the edge of the bed and then reached for two glasses which were on a nearby table, pouring two glasses of wine. “The Dwarf would happily keep you beneath him to maintain his own ego.”

“You don’t know Thorin like I do,” you shot back.

“He thinks he can buy you with jewels.”

“And you can buy me with promises of pleasure and power.”

Darkness growled, his eyes locked on your ring. “Remove that ring and be mine; I would love you, worship you.”

You sipped the wine, feeling your body begin to scream for him once again. The intensity of his need of you, and his desperation.

You rose to your feet, placed the glass down on the table and then approached Darkness who had seated himself on the edge of the bed. For a couple of seconds, you studied his face. It was somehow handsome to you, in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You slid into his lap, straddling him and kissed him again. Within seconds and he was sucking your neck, his hands caressing your breasts, and the tips of his claws brushing over the fabric of your clothing.

Darkness’ breath was rising, that animal side of him also breaking out. His hands ripped your clothes and flung them to the far side of the room. “I will make you feel things you have never felt before,” he moaned against you as you rose up onto your knees, still resting on his thighs. Your arms were tight around is neck. “Fuck you until you are numb.”

The words spurred you on and you kissed him again, hard and ferocious. He picked you up  in his muscular arms and slipped you around, lowering you to the bed so he was now in control.

Darkness kissed down your body, his long tongue sliding across your flesh. He could taste the first hints of sweat on you, and he revelled in the salty flavour. Your breasts, down your stomach and into the space between your thighs.

“I have never known someone so wanton,” Darkness grinned. “I can smell you. The intensity of it is enough to send me to the brink. And, even better, you are ovulating. I will keep going until you bear my child, no matter how long it takes. If I have to keep you locked in here for days, so be it. I may even call the goblins in to watch.”

The words made your whole head swarm with a haze of euphoria. The pulsing between your legs was so intense now that you locked your legs around his waist again, dragging him in closer.

Darkness laced his hand in yours and eased your ring from your finger. It fell to the stone floor and rolled away. “I will bring you so much more than he could!” Darkness chuckled.

***

Thorin had remained awake that night, unable to rest at the thought of you being haunted by the demon creature. All he could think of was holding you to his chest, fighting away all of those disturbing night visions.

He rose from his bed, pulling a robe on and began his walk down the main hallway toward your chamber. Torches lit his way and as he got to your room, he opened the door, knowing you would probably be asleep. However, as he trailed the darkness, following the gentle glow of the candle at your bedside, he saw you were nowhere to be seen.

Terror rose in his chest at the thought of you having disappeared from him. He gazed around the room, noticing a blue glow coming from the mirror at the end of your bed. The surface was moving, reminding him of liquid silver.

Thorin stepped towards the mirror, confused and shocked.

***

Your whole body was on fire and you writhed on the bed as Darkness’ hands roamed you. The tips of his claws gently scratched your breasts and stomach, drawing a loud groan from you.

“Give yourself to me and seal it, be my mate and queen,” Darkness said, his hot breath wafting across your belly.

You groaned again and arched off the bed, your body needing him.

Darkness may have held the rationale of humans, but he was more animal. That need to possess you and impregnate you was becoming unbearable, and the more you groaned and writhed, the closer he was to forcing himself upon you. His member had risen and was visible through his thick, black fur.

“Will you accept me?” he asked, his tongue licking your earlobe. The palm of his hand was cupping the mound at the juncture of your thighs, and his fingers tickled, circling the aroused flesh.

All you could do was groan again. Your hands were gripping the sheets so tight that it felt you were about to fall off the knife’s edge there and then, and completely succumb. An image flashed through your mind, a picture of you standing before a mirror, clothed entirely in black. Beneath your dress was a huge belly, showing your ability to conceive Darkness’ child. The reflection you only just recognised as yourself; your eyes were completely black, overtaken by evil and the desire for power. And there, behind your reflection, was Thorin. “My love?” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“THORIN!’ you screamed suddenly, jerking away from Darkness.

Darkness growled, his whole face turning livid. “Useless bitch!” he shouted. His hand swung outwards and slapped your face, knocking you off the bed.

Terror took over as you scrambled backwards, edging away from him as he circled the bed.

“You DARE raise a hand to her!” a voice came from the room’s entrance.

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice. It was Thorin. He must have been able to slip through the mirror and had followed the corridor.

Darkness chuckled. “I’m going to enjoy this, Dwarf. I’ll make her watch every single moment of me ripping your heart out of your chest. Then I’ll eat it in front of her.”

Thorin’s face remained darkened by anger and hatred towards this filthy beast before him. He looked down to you, and in those moments, the hatred melted as he smiled at you. “Leave when you can,” he told you. “Make for the corridor.” Then his silver blue eyes turned back to the demon who was slowly approaching him.

“You think you can defeat me?” Darkness laughed. “I have lived for millennia, feeding off the pain, hate and need for pleasures. I cannot think you believe I can be defeated so easily.”

Something touched your hand, a cold metal. It was your ring. You slipped it back onto your hand quickly, and as you did, your clothing magically returned to your body, appearing around you.

Thorin was defenceless, without a weapon. His eyes scanned the room, until Darkness was upon him.

A red hand reached out and grabbed Thorin by the throat, pushing him against the wall.

A shriek erupted from your mouth and you lunged at the two glasses on the table, smashing one against the floor. As quick as a flash, adrenaline pumping through you, you slashed at Darkness’ chest, you only just being able to reach. Then as he howled and turned, you aimed for his neck. Blood began to spurt out of the wound, making him drop Thorin to the ground. The creature continued howling, twisting in pain and anger.

Thorin grabbed your hand and the two of you began your race back through the corridor, hearing Darkness’ loud stamps behind you.

Terror gripped you in your chest and you continued running, both you and Thorin keeping at each other’s pace.

“I’ll kill the fucking pair of you!” Darkness howled.

At the end of the corridor was the same silver shine from the mirror, which had covered the entire wall. Without even thinking, the two of you jumped through, landing back on the stone floor of your chamber in Erebor.

Thorin dashed around and grabbed the edge of the mirror just as a red arm reached through. But the demon could not win. With a flash of blue light and an animalistic howl, the mirror was thrown to the floor and smashed.

Shards of mirror sprayed across the floor, spreading the entire width of the room.

You stood still, your heart pounding so hard in your chest and felt tears spill down your cheeks. Shame and guilt hit you so hard that you placed your hands on the edge of the bed and wretched, bringing back a mouthful of red wine mixed with bile.

Thorin heard your wretch and raced to your side, curling his arm around your waist. “My love…”

“Don’t,” you whispered. “Don’t call me that, please.” All you could do was weep, your shoulders juddering in your throes of anguish. “I’m sorry…” you sobbed. “I was so close to being taken from you forever. I know you’ll never forgive me.” You shifted away from Thorin. “Don’t touch me.”

He whispered your name. “Please…”

“I can’t.”

Thorin took your hand, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles. “I promised you that I would always protect you, and I will never stop. That beast attempted to seduce you, my love. The promise of pleasures and wealth can be easy to fall prey to. I know that all too well, yet you seem to forget that.”

“Thorin, don’t talk about that. What happened with the gold…”

“Was a seduction. Mine was of the mind and yours was of the body, but our hearts are what guides us. I heard you call my name, and it was you that called me back from the edge of being completely lost to madness.”

Tears still run down your cheeks and you turned away from Thorin, closing your eyes. You felt nothing but guilt and shame, dragging you down to the lowest you had ever felt. “I can’t do this. I can’t…”

Without another word, Thorin pulled you in to himself and kissed you. It was slow at first, warm and wanting, and then it became deeper. Your whole chest was now alight with such joy and delight; that was how you wanted to feel, not ashamed and at odds with your body. Kissing Thorin was where your whole body became synced and aligned. Your heart was beating with joy, your body was aroused by him, and your mind knew that this was true love.

“That’s how love feels,” you whispered. “It’s at the core of everything.”

Thorin pressed his brow to yours. “Forgive yourself, dear one. Let tonight pass from your memory, and in its place, we shall forge a new life together where our love and lust can exist in equal measure.”

“I cannot believe you can forgive me,” you said, kissing his temple. “I betrayed you physically.”

Thorin sighed. “My love, there have been stories told through time regarding the dark powers that can easily seduce the weakest willed of people. You fought that; this was no ordinary seduction. That beast had power. I could feel it as soon as I entered his domain. You said that he had been coming to you in dreams, beckoning you. Dream walkers have been spoke about for many years.”

“I hope he’s gone now, but I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the end. He’ll come for me again. He wanted me to give myself to him and even removed my ring.”

“Because that is a symbol of our love. Even without it, that love we share saved you.”

You brushed your fingers idly through Thorin’s hair. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” you told him, feeling nothing but awe for him. “And to think that you want me as I want you.”

“Shh, come now,” Thorin cooed. He took your hand and pulled you up from the bedside. “I will have a bath drawn for us.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” you giggled.

“I wish to pamper you and surely there is no time limit on that.”

Thorin did as proposed and requested that a bath be drawn for you both. As the hot water poured into the tiled bath, fresh towels and soaps were brought to you both. Two serving girls smiled at you in amusement as they dashed back and forth, preparing everything.

By the time everything was ready, Thorin stepped across to you and stood behind you, kissing the base of your neck. “I can feel the tension in your shoulders, my love. Come and relax.”

You both disrobed, neither of you feeling an ounce of shame, considering this was the first time you had seen each other naked.

The bath was large with two steps that led down, it reminding you of a small swimming pool. Steam rose from the water and your first step in stung slightly as the hot water met your cool skin.

Thorin stepped in after you and you couldn’t help but keep your gaze locked on his broad shoulders. He was muscular, toned by years of activity from combat and working as a blacksmith. That also meant that he was littered with small scars. As you had imagined, he was well endowed, showing off quite an impressive girth.

For a second you thought back on your feelings that had been uncovered by your time with Darkness. Everything had been pure attraction and arousal, like molten lava coursing through you. But looking upon Thorin was different; every part of you was awakened. All of your body was ignited in your love for him.

He gazed at you, his silver blue depths bright with love and admiration. There was a contentment in his eyes that you had never seen before his revelation of love. Before that and he had always held sadness in his face. It had always been your belief that behind a lot of Thorin’s frustrations was sadness and hurt. You wanted to heal him.

The two of you embraced and then kissed. Thorin’s hands were slow to move, starting off in your hair and then moving down to your neck, your shoulders, breasts. There was no force or rush like there had been with Darkness.

Thorin washed you slowly, massaging the sponge covered in soap over the skin of your upper back. “You are quiet,” he said.

“I’m just enjoying your presence, and contemplating how you make me feel.”

“Oh? Do you wish to indulge me?”

You giggled. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes,” Thorin whispered to your ear.

You turned around to face him. “I want to give myself to you, now.”

“There is no rush, my love. Considering what you have been through tonight…”

“That doesn’t matter. I want you, Thorin. Every part of you. If you’ll let me have it.”

Thorin never answered and pressed his lips to yours hungrily, letting you know his answer. It would only ever be a resounding yes.

The two of you slipped out of the bath, drew towels around your waist and made your way back to your chamber. Once inside, you stood before Thorin and let your towel drop to the floor. He rushed at you again, drawing his hands up your cheeks and groaning at the impact.

You leaned back on the bed, him following you.

Thorin’s lips trailed down your body slowly, his beard tickling the hot skin. That arousal was surging again, only this time it was mingled with something far deeper: love. This time you wanted to bond with Thorin, connect with him in every way that was possible.

You felt his fingers delve into the curls at the juncture of your thighs and immediately you felt your inner core begin to want more, so much more. A groan escaped your lips and slowly Thorin’s fingers circled your sweet nub and then delved into your womanhood.

Thorin kissed your neck as he began a rhythmic movement inside you.

You clutched his shoulders, feeling the waves begin to ascend. That all too familiar sensation of wanting to get as high as you could to feel that powerful burst. His name fell off your lips, feeling so right and such an integral part of your soul.

“My love,” he whispered in your ear. He kissed down your cheek, wanting you to feel his love radiating through his hands to you.

“Stop,” you told him, pulling his hand away. “I want you.”

Thorin swallowed deeply and felt a sliver of arousal shoot down his spine upon your words. He’d imagined this so many times over the last few months, unable to let the fantasy go. The elation in his chest made him smile at you.

His smile was the most beautiful sight to behold. “I love you,” you told him.

You kissed again, and this time, Thorin took your hands in his while his member rested between your legs.

That intense pulsing was beckoning him in, wanting him to ride you towards heaven. You nudged yourself forwards, reassuring Thorin that this was all you wanted in those moments.

As you joined, you groaned into his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. You remembered Darkness’ words about you ovulating. And as Thorin rocked against you, you saw a vision flash before your eyes. It was you in a wedding gown, with a circlet upon your head. The circlet matched the design of Thorin’s crown. Your gown was midnight blue, matching Thorin’s signature colour of choice. And there, beneath your resting hands, on your stomach, was a bump. This was the future you wanted, you needed, and which was destined.

You and Thorin continued your thrusts against each other, wanting to reach the pinnacle of physical pleasure together, and topple off hand in hand, hopefully creating that precious life you had just envisioned.

The waves of euphoria kept on building as Thorin maintained his rhythm, until the final wave crashed out, pouring heat and electricity outward from the pit of your stomach.

Thorin felt you shake and contract around him, and your moans of pleasure caused his peak to also come. He kept his lips against yours, groaning into the kiss.

Panting, the two of you embraced as Thorin withdrew from you.

Thorin didn’t have to keep reminding you of being a queen, you already knew that in your heart. All that mattered was you knowing that he loved you far more than anything else in his life.

***

The defeated Lord of Darkness sat upon his throne, a mirror in his hand. He had watched the whole spectacle unfold before his eyes; you had given yourself to the Dwarf King of Erebor, and there had been no persuasion on his part. Everything had been so freely given.

Darkness had already kicked one goblin across the room, as one gawked over his shoulder, enjoying the show inside the mirror. He enjoyed it so much that he had started masturbating behind the throne, hiding away so his master couldn’t see him.

“You cannot outrun me,” Darkness growled, watching as you and Thorin lay together in each other’s arms. “I can wait and when the times comes, I will strike again.

**

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I CAN MAKE YOU A MAN — TIM CURRY (THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Character Poll

What character should I add to my Character Masterlist, to write for? Below are a few characters that I think I can write for, after some binge-watching and careful study of their character...

The winner will be available for fanfics/requests/asks/etc.

[grecoromanyaoi]

helloo since we're on the topic: top historical fiction (or adjacent) ? can be any time period I just really love your taste in shows/games/etc and am always on the lookout for history inspired media !

thank you!!! im rly glad im like. inspiring other ppl to engage w things im insane abt hudofajsdfdassfsad. anyways. i will probably expand that list bc i literally forgot every single thing i ever read. also i havent watched that many movies so far

ancient times: i havent really watched a lot of movies/series set in ancient times so far :(

rome HBO (2005-2007) (tv series) - OF COURSE. i personally think its one of the best series ever made. they combine political, miliatry history with the lives of every day people in an incredible way. they never let you once engage with the series through modern lenses. according to my teacher (a historian, archeologist & self described 'romaphile') its incredibly historically accurate, mostly the clothing, set designs, characterization, military practices, etc. except for the things they straight up made up, of course.

i really enjoyed gladiator (2000), i think its a masterpiece.

prince of egypt (1998) i guess?

all the asterix movies of course, all the animated ones and most of the live actions. but i wouldnt really call it historical fiction

ok i havent actually finished watching it for now but sebastiane (1976) - an erotic, x rated, gay interpretation of the martyrdom of st sebastian. its in latin also.

wait i cant believe i forgor about assassin's creed odyssey - so far the only one ive played. its so fun and incredibly immersive visually. especially pour moi who cries into the pillow about how ill never experience the ancient world. also you can b a faggot which is always fun. i have things to say about their portrayal of same-sex sexuality and slavery in classical greece but i get why they did that considering its supposed to like. appeal to a lot of people, and a more "historically accurate" portrayal (for example of pederasty or how common slavery was etc.) would b v difficult for a lot of their target audience. alas.

medieval and early modern era:

the name of the rose (1986) - my medieval history teacher literally showed us bits of this movie to teach us about monasteries and monks fhdosiasdjasd.

the borgias (2011-2013) - incredibly messy, lots of political intrigue, and so so fun to watch. about the history of the borgia family. filled to the brim with drama.

the three musketeers (1993) - my favorite adaptation, also coincidentally the one i grew up on. casting tim curry as richelieu was genius. he slays so hard.

i also like bbc's the musketeers (2014-2016) - a neat little series. very fun and entertaining to watch.

outlaw king (2018) - like i dont think most ppl heard of this movie. its about robert the bruce's fight to reclaim the throne of scotland. starring chris pine

vikings (2013-2020) - its fun. i havent watched the entire series tho. dont expect anything resembling historical accuracy

the northman (2022) - you will see something resembling historical accuracy

mihai viteazul (michael the brave) (1971) - a fun movie. very much romanian propaganda tho.

1670 (2023-) - such a fun series!!! incredible cast, shows respect to the actual history and the lives of historical people. really cute and funny.

caravaggio (1986) - a biopic about caravaggio.

wait i also forgor about pentiment - an intriguing, immersive, and incredibly beautiful video game! it has a lot of 'the name of the rose' vibes, with it being a medieval murder mystery taking place in a monastery. its incredibly touching and made me cry, and in the last few years i very rarely cry. also im 99% sure its an indie game? go support the creators!

vaguely-medieval/early modern fantasy:

mirror mirror (2012) - a retelling of snow white. a very fun movie imo, with incredible costume design. julia roberts plays the evil queen and she SLAYS. armie hammer is unfortunately in that movie.

stardust (2007) - one of my fave movies growing up. more modern-inspired but still.

the green knight (2021) - controversial i know but i actually loved this movie! i liked it both as a standalone movie but moreso as a 21st century adaptation to sir gawain and the green knight.

galavant (2015-2016) - !!!!!!! one of the most series ever! they manage to tackle such difficult concepts and conversations with a hilarious wit. so fun to watch. i listen to a lot of the songs still, and rewatch every once in a while.

disenchantment (2018-2023) - very fun to watch, especially the first season.

i also really liked the novel uprooted by naomi novik. its a polish-inspired fantasy.

modern era:

killers of the flower moon (2023) - of course. a masterpiece

aferim! (2015) - a romanian movie set in 19th century wallachia, about two officers, a father and son, who were sent by a nobleman to retrieve an escaped enslaved romani man. a lot of the people in the comments were calling the movie humorous and funny, maybe im missing smth (as im watching with subtitles n dont understand the original language) but it was a very difficult watch for me??

the handmaiden (2016) - need i say more

black sails (2014-2017) - a prequel to the famous novel 'treasure island'. not an easy series to watch. incredibly good.

the favourite (2018) - need i say more pt 2

the rabbi's cat (le chat du rabbin) (2011) - animated movie set in early 20th century algeria. a rabbi's cat learns to talk overnight.

the nice guys (2016) - a fun murder mystery set in the 1970s

o brother, where art thou (2000) - a retelling of the odyssey set in the southern us in the 1930s

victor/victoria (1982) - set in early 20th century paris. julie andrews pretends to be a man and takes on a job as a drag queen. extremely fun, extremely gay movie.

lady chatterley's lover (2022) - very much porn for moms but it was a nice watch imo

amulet (2020) - set in like. idk. sometime in the 20th century. this is a horror movie, deals a lot with misogyny, sa, and so on. i really like it, personally. a lot of people, mostly weird men, dont tho.

the great (2020-2023) - i have mixed feelings about this show. on the one hand, its really fun to watch. on the other hand, its basically ofmd for girls who have public mental breakdowns whenever someone claims corsets were oppressive. and theyre so weird about russians, jesus christ.

disses:

domina (2021-) - i just couldnt get into it, esp since i tried right after finishing rome hbo. it was kind of silly, and not in a good way. takes itself wayyyy to seriously.

i didnt like spartacus (2010-2013) - the dialogue was almost grotesque and the editing, especially the transitions, straight up killed me

damsel (2024) - holy fuck what a trainwreck of a movie. absolute waste of angela basset and robin wright. the only good thing were the costumes.

lancelot du lac (1974) - i just didnt like it at all. couldnt get into it. i guess it was way too french and artsy fartsy for me. a movie that was trying to say both too little and too much at the same time.

i didnt rly like bram stoker's dracula (1992) - i mean. it was a fine movie. it was definitely not the godfather. the movie itself was meh. the visuals tho? absolutely stunning

[lovelytsunoda]

couples costume // clement novalak

summary: halloween has always been his girlfriends favourite holiday. clem would do anything to keep her happy. anything, that is, except the couples costumes.

pairing: clement novalak x microinfluncer reader!

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clementnovalak you are so stunning

clementnovalak petition to replace the Mona Lisa with this picture of my gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend

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-> user lissie really said fuck the soft launch, my halloween pics are more important

-> user bestie we’ve all known! it’s an open secret, and I’m almost certain they just posted the hard launch?

jamesharveyblair i love how he complains like hell every year but then walks out of that hellhole with such a big fucking smile on his face

-> yourusername because he looooooves me

-> clementnovalak as long as she’s happy, I’m happy 😊

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-> jamesharveyblair CLEMENT NOVALAK THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP

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-> marcusarmstrong they did. we saw it when they were making out with each other and he picked her up to go out to the balcony

user clement admitting that he puts in themed stripteases for his girlfriend was not in my bingo card-

-> yourusername he has taken it upon himself to make me feel loved and appreciated and sexy in all aspects of our relationship and he does it so well and he makes me so goddamn happy…man, I just love him so much

BONUS: TEXTS BETWEEN CLEMENT AND Y/N

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The Arrangement

Ch.19 Dinner & A Talk

Damian Wayne x OC! Female

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Curry. 

Alfred had made curry for tonight's meal. Two curries, in fact, one beef curry and a vegetarian curry, and they both looked delicious. Syn made sure to tell him so when he sat down. Yes, he was convinced to sit at the main table once again. The table sat the same as last time Bruce at the head, Dick, Babs, Cass, Duke, and Steph to his right, and Tim, Jason, Damian, herself, and Alfred to the left. 

Despite it being of a similar setup this time was different. The conversation flowed comfortably, and the vibes were good; everyone was happy. Definetly a contrast to the ill vibes Bruce was giving off at the head of the table. 

" I am moving here." Syn said the conversation stilled, " My family believes I should spend more time with Damian and get to know you all as the deadline comes closer." The only family members truly invested in her engagement were her father, mother, and grandfather. And grandfather just wanted her to be happy. Her parents wanted her to do her duty. Her sibling couldn't care less.

"When is your deadline? Bruce asked. 

"Mt father asked for it to be done by my 21st birthday."

"My housing has been taken care of. I have purchased a house," Syn said quickly to wave away his worries while also not giving her address.

"You've already purchased a home. You've made yourself quite comfortable." Before Syn could respond, Damian gave her a mouthful of vegetarian curry. And the conversation was successfully changed returning to the good vibes. 

-

After dinner, Damian gave Syn a tour of the manor; despite knowing she already knew the entire manor, it was an excuse to have more time with her. 

"This is our library. Of course, this collection isn't as sophisticated as the one we were previously housed in. " Syn stepped in, running her fingers along the spines as she walked along the shelves. " No forgotten journals, private diaries, anthropodermic books, magic guides. Nothing written in blood. Nothing stolen."

"No, no, father wouldn't allow any of that. I'm sure there are some fictional Titles you'll find interesting. Jason can recommend some. He spends a fair amount of time here." She turned around. " The manor didn't have a library before Jason's arrival. This library was built as a gift to him."

"That was very kind of him." He pulls a book from the shelves, gently turning the pages. 

"He provided Dick with Gym, Cass with a dance room, and Tim with an area in the cave. He provides us all with a space if we desire it."

"He's a very good father."

"He does his best." He puts the book back on the shelve. " Would you like to see more?"

-

Damian's room was and wasn't what she expected. The weapons decorating the walls were his touch and the fireplace, and she could see him spending the night in its light. The few things she wasn't expecting was the art desk, the instrument, and just the little knick knacks around the room. 

"What are you thinking?" He asked as he watched him walk around his room, stopping here and there to look at things. Not touch. Look. 

"It's different. It's clean and organized. I expected the weapons. And you talked about your art, your sketches. I didn't know you moved on to Canvas."

"I have more sketches than paintings."

"And this?" she picks up his violin. " I thought you played the piano."

He slowly approached her. " Can I not play more than one instrument?" she smiled before placing it back in its case. 

"Damian," Syn spoke gently, " May I ask what happened earlier? Why'd you slam the door?" she watched as he tensed up and turned around. Very confused, she watched as he sat on the bed.

"You were getting dressed. I was giving you privacy."

"Privacy?" she giggled, not understanding. Privacy " Why?"

"You were without clothes."

"You've seen me without clothes." She still does not understand his inner terminal.

"When we were children. We are not children anymore; we have undergone apparent changes. Privacy and boundaries are needed." Damian said, but he could tell she wasn't understanding.

"You're uncomfortable. I made you uncomfortable. I am sorry," Syn apologized and sat next to him. "

He sighed. " I'm - I was not uncomfortable. I just ..." he couldn't find the words to fully explain" The western worlds views have rubbed off on me.  Nudity means intimate and I'm not ready for that yet."

"You're talking about sex. I wasn't - I didn't and don't think about it like that." And she wasn't. She was simply going about how she usually would, or used to, with Damian not taking into account the possible changes. She did not see it as intimate, and they had never been intimate. 

"We've never even Kissed."

[artoatsblog]

What your favorite Nick toon says about you but it's EVERY Nick toon

Doug- When you were asked what you wanted for Christmas, you said "plan white bread."

Rugrats- You're a "90's kid" who wants the modern cartoon enjoyers to get off your lawn.

Hey Arnold-Same as Rugrats, but 5 time worse.

Rugrats (2021)- You only said this one to piss off the above two.

Ren & Stimpy- You're a gay man and all you OCs are ugly men who you need to kiss each other or else you'll die (This isn't an insult, you're the strongest member of our society.)

Rocko's modern life- You relate to at least one character way more than you would like to admit to others.

CatDog- Weird furry.

The angry beavers- Weird furry with taste.

Aaahh!!! Real monsters- You like the idea of Tim Burton's movies but your too cool to actually enjoy them, also your probably non-binary.

Kablam- As a kid you wanted to make something with this exact energy and now, you're a youtuber.

Oh Yeah! Cartoons- same as Kablam but you really miss Cosmo's old voice.

The wild Thornberry's- You worship the ground Tim Curry's walks on SO BAD.

Rocket power- Honest 90's kid.

SpongeBob SquarePants seasons 1-4- You're annoying about seasons 5+.

SpongeBob SquarePants seasons 5+- You know better than me about those people being annoying about seasons 5+.

As told by ginger- You were going to say Hey Arnold, but you didn't want to be lumped in with certain other people.

Action league now- You made at least five short films that look exactly like this.

Chalkzone- Your playlist for working out has the theme song for this show looped for five hours and nothing else.

The fairly oddparents- Your trans, and you hate no other person more than Elmer Hartman.

Invader Zim- You were a vary emo kid/teenager in the late 2000's (same, no shade)

Jimmy Neutron- you're really glad that that you picked the show in "Jimmy Timmy power hour" that wasn't made by an asshole.

All grown up- Come on guys "As told by ginger" is right there.

Avatar: the last airbender- I don't want to hear the lore of the fantasy book you wrote.

Avatar: the legend of Korra- Same as atla but You also made a LOT of shipping fanfics.

My life as a teenage robot- Transfem.

The X's- You don't exist, if you're going to go into the comments and say this is your favorite Nicktoon, you're lying.

El Tigre- This is just the good version of Danny Phantom.

Danny Phantom- That was a Joke don't yell at me.

Mr. meaty- You want this odd but cool type of puppetry to come back (if you thought I was going to make fun of this one your wrong.)

Tak and the power of Juju- Your enjoyment of this show is based entirely on the fact that you liked the games.

Back at the barnyard- Shitposter.

Fanboy and Chum Chum- Shitposter but awesome.

Catscratch- Yeah, I think Wayne Knight's voice is hot too.

The mighty B- Gay.

The penguins of Madagascar- I don't have a joke for this one I just think you have impactable taste.

Planet Sheen- You always wanted Jimmy Neutron to have more "Rawr XD" swag.

T.U.F.F puppy- You ether are Jerry Trainor, or you have a Jerry Trainor stan account.

Kung fu panda: legends of awesomeness- You have a three-hour lore video on this franchise, and I hope it does well.

Winx club- You wanted to help them get free from Netflix.

Robot and Monster- It may just be me, but I think you might enjoy Dan vs.

Teenage mutant ninja turtles (2012)- You don't like rise of the tmnt.

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles- You don't like tmnt (2012).

Sanjay and Craig- You used to freak other kids out with your scabs.

Monsters vs aliens- You can deny Coverton's rizz (sorry).

Breadwinners- Your about to go into every cartoon reviewers house with a shit ton of water balloons.

Harvey Beaks- In the middle/late 2000's you were more of a cartoon network kid, you loved Cowder.

Pig, Goat, Banana, Cricket- Same as Harvey Beaks but with Flapjack instead of Cowder.

Bunsen is a beast- Your Elmer Hartman.

Welcome to the Wayne- You wrote at least one fanfic for the ending of this show.

The adventures of kid danger- We don't talk about this one.

Middle school Moguls- it's ok monster high is about to come to Nick for real.

The loud house- Your ether a sapphic girl or a straight guy with a DeviantArt account who needs to be punished.

The Casagrandes- Same as the loud house but with the added advantages, because if you have a DeviantArt account in this one you're more likely to have a normal relationship with your family.

It's pony- You don't hate the British as much as the rest of us.

Middlemost post- John trabbic III is such a bad ass name though, wait this show has Del the funky homosapien and Tony Hawk as guest stars, I might need to which this.

Star trek: prodigy- You really like Netflix original animated shows don't you.

Big Nate- You haven't read the books.

Monster high- You the perfect in-between of goth and prep.

Transformers: earthspark- Why does this show have better non-binary rep than most other shows...I mean they are called Transformers for a reason.

[the-vex-archives]

DCU Masterlist (2024)

General

Oneshots

"A Sisters Love" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian’s, shadow.

"Ohana, Bitch!" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Call Mom" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Dick Grayson

Oneshots

"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Damian Wayne )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Wedding Mishap"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Headcanons

Dick Grayson when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne

Oneshots

"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Reader ) ( x Dick Grayson )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Trust Takes Time" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )

@lazydoodlesandfanfic

Damian is very closed of to batmom, and she is just trying to get close to him. One day, he has a bad day and he tells batmom everything because there’s no one else there.

Headcanons

Damian Wayne x GN!Superpowered!Kyle!Reader

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne with a Muslim S/O

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Bruce Wayne

Oneshots

"The Reveal"

@toastedkiwi

No summary provided

Headcanons

Bruce Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Conner Kent

Headcanons

Conner Kent when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Jason Todd

Oneshots

"DIY Nerf Gun"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Curls"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Headcanons

Jason Todd when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Tim Drake

Headcanons

Tim Drake when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Roy Harper

Headcanons

Roy Harper when his Future child comes to the Present

Wally West

Headcanons

Wally West when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Arthur Curry

Oneshots

"When World’s Collide" ( Marvel Crossover )

@fanficimagery

Imagine leaving New York behind after a messy breakup, only to return five years later. Your old friends are happy, if a little nervous for any possible drama, but everything turns out well when they realize you're doing very well for yourself.

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Extinct Disney Parks and Attractions tournament round 1: Group A2

Reminder, you don't have had to experience any of the attractions/experiences to vote! Just read in the info and/or watch the vid,then vote for which you wish you would have experienced more/which sounds cooler!

Videos and propaganda/info dumping under cut

ExtraTERRORestrial Alien Encounter: Magic Kingdom (1994-2003)

Propaganda:

"Scared the everloving —- out of me as a kid, but I absolutely loved it. The atmosphere was incredible. Still mad it was basically put in the wrong park and would never survive there."

"I FUCKING love this attraction okay- Not only was it a pioneer in technology but it also was such a bold move for disney and really went to show that they could terrify people if they really wanted to. Also, the alien animatronic is cool, And there's a tim curry robot."

"personally designed by George Lucas"

"Please please please please please please please please please please please please"

"A big part of why this was shut down is the exact same reason as to what makes it great, and one of the most unique attractions of any disney park- The more mature theming, shown off with X-S Tech's blatant greed, hubris and downright maliciousness, and the overstimulating *horror* seen in the main teleportation chamber? I don't think we'll ever find in a newer ride again. Not to mention, the "deco tech" visual style found throughout is one of the coolest aesthetic blends I've ever seen!! And if all of that doesn't get you... Skippy will. Cutest animatronic this side of the galaxy, with a wonderful voice to boot. He's even got not one, not three, but Five different plush variants you could take home!! big, small, smaller, backpack or fanny pack- it's your choice :] "

Cinderella Castle Mystery Tour: Tokyo Disneyland (1986-2006)

Propaganda:

"Only park representation of the black cauldron"

Descriptions in English cut version:

Uncut full version:

Because I find this fascinating, here is also a info video on it:

[annabeth-the-spn-nerd]

A list of some of my favorite theatre-related quotes:

"He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid." – Arthur Miller

"I know that my works are a credit to this nation and I dare say they will endure longer than the McCarran Act.” –Arthur Miller

"Don't be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.” – Arthur Miller

"Theater has an incredible capacity to move people to social change, to address issues, to inspire social revolution.” – Eve Ensler

"The word theatre comes from the Greeks. It means the seeing place. It is the place people come to see the truth about life and the social situation." – Stella Adler

"I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost - it's there and then it's gone." – Maggie Smith

"That's the magic of art and the magic of theatre: it has the power to transform an audience, an individual, or en masse, to transform them and give them an epiphanal experience that changes their life, opens their hearts and their minds and the way they think.” – Brian Stokes Mitchell

"I think theatre to some extent is always about telling stories, isn't it, and I think what I've learned is that freedom comes when you tell your story; freedom comes when you tell the truth.” – Eve Ensler

"We have the ability to change people's minds and hearts - that's what we want to do with theatre. That's what theatre does... period." – Gavin Creel

"I've always been a believer in the power of art - and music in particular - to inspire change." – Gavin Creel

"Unless the theatre can ennoble you, make you a better person, you should flee from it." Konstantin Stanislavski

"The greatest wisdom is to realize one's lack of it." – Konstantin Stanislavski

"Create your own method. Don't depend slavishly on mine. Make up something that will work for you! But keep breaking traditions, I beg you." – Konstantin Stanislavski

"I don't know what really makes a great musical or not. In the end, you write it, and you write it because you want to write it." – Andrew Lloyd Webber

"You're the luckiest person in the entire world if you know what you really want to do, which I was lucky enough to know when I was very young. And you're the luckiest person in the world if you can then make a living out of it." – Andrew Lloyd Webber

"Obviously, you would give your life for your children, or give them the last biscuit on the plate. But to me, the trick in life is to take that sense of generosity between kin, make it apply to the extended family and to your neighbour, your village and beyond." – Tom Stoppard

"Great theatre is about challenging how we think and encouraging us to fantasize about a world we aspire to." – Willem Dafoe

"I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being." – Thornton Wilder

"Once in awhile, there's stuff that makes me say, That's what theatre's about. It has to be a human event on the stage, and that doesn't happen very often." – Uta Hagen

"The theatre is a spiritual and social X-ray of its time." – Stella Adler

"Theatre was my first love. I can't take the theatre out of me. And I wouldn't want to. To me, it's home." – Jim Parsons

"The way the world is, I think a silly evening in the theatre is a good thing, to take our minds off terror." – Tim Curry

"The theatre is the involuntary reflex of the ideas of the crowd." – Sarah Bernhardt

"Mum wasn't at all religious, but she thought that going to the theatre was as important a ceremonial, communal experience that a person could have." – Hayley Atwell

"In the end I think theatre has only one subject: justice." – Edward Bond

"I feel there's a power in theatre, but it's an indirect power. It's like the relationship of the sleeper to the unconscious. You discover things you can't afford to countenance in waking life. You can forget them, remember them a day later or not have any idea what they are about." – Tony Kushner

"The way you give love is the most profoundly human part of you. When people say it's ugly or a perversion or an abomination, they're attacking the center of your being." – Tony Kushner

"The more you go to a theatre and the more you hear stories you aren't necessarily familiar with, the more open you become." – Lynn Nottage

"I think folks who are resistant to engaging in art become less so once they encounter art that really reflects them." – Lynn Nottage

"And whether or not you're interested in opera or classical music or folk music or the theatre, I think that for a nation's health and well-being it's very important that the arts scene is supported." – Lesley Sharp

"It's communication - that's what theatre is all about." – Chita Rivera

"It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman." – Tallulah Bankhead

"I've learnt that there's acting for film, acting for theatre, and acting for an audition." – Sarah Snook

"Theatre is expensive to go to. I certainly felt when I was growing up that theatre wasn't for us. Theatre still has that stigma to it. A lot of people feel intimidated and underrepresented in theatre.” – Christopher Eccleston

"Theatre has had a very important role in changing South Africa. There was a time when all other channels of expression were closed that we were able to break the conspiracy of silence, to educate people inside South Africa and the outside world. We became the illegal newspaper." – John Kani

"Films I've really liked are when you've walked out and you're still in that movie for a while. That's virtual reality for me, to go into a theatre, especially with the use of sound - a subconscious thing that's underestimated." – Lynne Ramsay

"It's great to be in a film that's able to have people really want to become socially conscious, to walk out of the theatre and want to do something." – Don Cheadle

"One of my beliefs is that there are certain institutions within a community which stand for the spirit and heart of that community, there's the church, the local football team, the local pub and the theatre." – David Soul

"I think the same way about theatre, you go out there and you are creating a world for a moment that can actually have a real impact on people, present some kind of story that gives you something to think about when you walk away, feeling enriched - if it works out well." — Jeffrey Jones

"What theatre started to look at much earlier than any other form was the internal operations of ordinary people, sometimes using mythic models in order to tell the story." – Pete Townshend

"I don't think it's the job of filmmakers to give anybody answers. I do think, though, that a good film makes you ask questions of yourself as you leave the theatre." – Paul Haggis

"Miller didn't write Death of a Salesman. He released it. It was there inside him, waiting to be turned loose. That's the measure of its merit." – Elia Kazan

"I always go back to theatre. It's probably where I'll draw my last breath." – Peter Gallagher

"People always make that mistake when they talk about theatre - the notion of the 'theatrical' meaning something separate from life. If it doesn't relate to life, it doesn't relate to anything." – Brian Cox

"I think the theatre is as essential to civilization as safe, pure water." – Vanessa Redgrave

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” – Langston Hughes

“Overcome the notion that you must be regular. It robs you of the chance to be extraordinary.” – Uta Hagen

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw

“The power of art can break the shackles that bind and divide human beings.” – Daisaku Ikeda

“The arts make a bridge across this world in ways that nothing else can.” – Julie Andrews

“Everyone deserves to have their story fully told.” – Dominique Morisseau

“Somewhere in our DNA we know that stories are out there to help us understand what we’re doing here on this planet.” – Theresa Rebeck

“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.” – Kurt Vonnegut

“Don’t listen to anyone who doesn’t know how to dream.” – Liza Minnelli

"Get to know your voice - it's strong, it's resilient, it's expressive, it's you..." – Kristin Linklater

"In the language of an actor, to know is synonymous with to feel." – Konstantin Stanislavski

[kirkwallguy]

kirkwallguy x astarion enemies to lovers redemption arc slowburn 300k mutual pining toxic yaoi

the thing is i DOO like him but not in a romancable way.....he makes me laugh whenever he's in my party it's like having a twink tim curry character following you around

[pompadourpink]

hi mom ik you're a big fan of cinema and im lookign for new movies to watch, can u share your top 4? thank uuu

Oh dear, you're killing me.

Phantom of the Paradise - Brian de Palma (1974), a musical and the lovechild of the myth of Faust, the Phantom of the Opera, and the Shining (the soundtrack is to die for).

La Folie des Grandeurs - Gérard Oury (1971), an adaptation from a play (by the author of les Mis) about politics, the Court of Spain, love, greed - I've been in love with the lackey my whole life.

The Seventh Seal - Ingmar Bergman (1957), the story of a medieval soldier playing chess against Death to save his life (and a great source of relief when my head was playing against me).

The 101 Dalmatians - Stephen Herek (1996), not quite auteur cinema but my favourite comfort movie, at first a great reminder of how peaceful life without modern day tech was, then an amazing love story, then an investigation, a fantastic cast, perfect villains, many dogs, great music, my whole heart on a platter.

I will make a longer list and you cannot stop me:

Rear Window - Alfred Hitchcock (1954), where a photographer stuck at home after an accident grows suspicious of a neighbour whose wife has disappeared.

La Jetée - Chris Marker (1962), an experimental sci-fi short movie made by one of my favourite directors, about the scientific experiments done on a man to save the world, that later inspired Terry Gilliam's Twelve Monkeys (that could also be on this list).

Anything? (Seven chances, Cops, The Cameraman) - Buster Keaton (1920s), my second favourite director and a firework on legs who was never afraid of a stunt.

The Host - Bong Joon Ho (2006), where lab waste thrown into the sea creates a monster that kidnaps a girl, forcing her good for nothing father to finally do something with his life.

Death becomes her - Robert Zemeckis (1992), where two middle-aged actresses fight for a man, get blinded by their desire for youth and cross paths with magic and murder.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show - Jim Sharman (1975), the meeting between a young old school couple and a group of weird creatures in a mansion (including my husband Tim Curry).

Pride and Prejudice - Joe Wright (2005), of course.

Body Snatchers - Philip Kaufman (1978), one of the four adaptations of the book and the best one in my opinion, the story of people mysteriously disappearing and returning changed and a tale about human passion.

Old boy - Park Chan-Wook (2003), the visually stunning and heartbreaking story of a man randomly kidnapped, kept somewhere for years, then released without a word.

Minority Report - Spielberg (2002), a dystopian movie about a world where the efforts of science and exploitation have put an end to criminality, at a great price.

Sleeping Beauty - Disney (1959), the most beautiful one, the only one with a composer's music, one of the best villains.

The Age of Adaline - Lee Toland Krieger (2015), the story of a woman who stopped aging and navigates the world while trying to not get caught or catch feelings.

Planet Terror - Robert Rodriguez (2007), an unserious tale of zombies, a virus, and Rose McGowan's pew pew leg.

Home alone 2 - Chris Columbus (1992), for Christmas in New York, Tim Curry, the toy store's owner, and the pigeon lady.

Electrick children - Rebecca Thomas (2012), where a Mormon teenager gets pregnant with the child of God after listening to a tape and runs away to Vegas to find the dad.

And many more I'm afraid. Hope you will like those! x

[bunniekittiee]

TCM headcanons pt.2:

TW: mentions of self harm

Johnny grew out his hair at one point as a teen, not as long as Chop Top’s but still long.

He cut it after a victim got the upper hand and practically scalped him.

So now he wears it shorter and slicks it back so it doesn’t get into his face

And also because he is fearful he will be nearly scalped again.

When they were younger, Nubbins somehow got lice and infected the household. So, Drayton shaved all of their heads.

It was horrifying for them.

But since Sissy knows her way of utilizing plants to create medicine, they don’t have to worry about shaving their heads if another lice outbreak were to happen.

Bubba enjoys it when Chop Top lets him comb his hair. It’s like a bonding experience.

When Nubbins feels under the weather, he likes to look at the pictures he took of his family when they are busy, having fun, or killing.

It makes him feel better knowing he has his family.

Johnny is a sick bastard and has taken Nubbins’ camera to take pictures of women he has fucked and killed. He keeps them in his room.

Mf pulls a Bo Sinclair.

Bubba has been the sorry soul that stumbled upon them and he freaked out.

Poor guy got scared and avoided Johnny for weeks.

When Bubba is sad, they do everything they can to cheer him up.

Either Chop Top or Johnny will take him to 7-11 to get him snacks, Nubbins will make him more bone jewelry, or Sissy will play dress up with Bubba.

It all makes him very happy.

He kind of is what brings the family together.

Johnny used to kill small animals when he was younger, but when he moved onto humans, he completely stopped cold turkey.

Never gets any urges to hurt animals, he would rather hurt people.

Wants a dog badly but Nancy insists that it is another mouth to feed and a nuisance.

So he has Daisy instead whose like an overgrown dog but in cow form.

Still really wants a dog though.

Drayton considered killing Daisy until Sissy told him how much Johnny enjoys her company.

So she was spared.

Chop Top jokes and says that they will turn her into ground beef when he’s gone out.

Johnny strangles him once more and Bubba has to separate them.

Sissy loves to put makeup on Johnny’s face when he’s asleep.

Wakes up looking like Tim Curry from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Tries to fight Sissy but she gets away with it.

She has painted his toes before, pink and white to be exact.

It took a lot of bribing.

Johnny would hate to admit it but he felt like a pretty girl.

He understood why Bubba was adamant about makeup, nail polish, and self care, it makes you feel good!

Johnny does keep a guitar and will play when he has the time.

Will shred to Pantera.

Drayton smacks him with the broom when he’s playing too loud.

Nancy thinks it’s the “devil’s music” but Johnny does not give one shit.

As much as he loves her, he does not care for her opinion when it comes to what he likes.

Chop Top likes to pull pranks on the family.

One time he messed with Bubba’s dye and Bubba ended up dying one of his masks’ hair pink.

Bubba rocked that shit, he did not care.

When the kids were growing up, Bubba and Sissy played with Barbies together.

Johnny liked to make the dolls have sex which caused Sissy to beat his ass.

Nubbins snitched and Johnny was in deep shit.

Nancy was pissed at her boy, but Drayton thought it was kind of funny.

Chop Top wanted a tattoo as a teen but could not get one, so he had Nubbins brand him with the livestock branding iron.

Definitely not a fun experience, he still has a scar.

In order to punish him more so he would not make the same mistake again, Drayton threw salt on his wound.

Chop Top thought he was going to die.

Nubbins has a lot of scars from cutting himself, not out of sadness though, just because he likes the blood and the pain.

He’s a bit sadistic.

Johnny used to carve x’s into his arms with his blade when he was first gifted it, but it was out of boredom.

The scars are light and not noticeable unless you squint.

When Sissy was staying with the Manson Family, she missed the Sawyers to death.

Cried here and there whenever she was alone because she knew she could never find another family like them.

But the experience was freeing. It gave her freedom.

Nancy and Chop Top have gotten into arguments about him giving Johnny records or tapes when he was a teenager.

Nancy argued that he was a bad influence on Johnny but Chop Top argued back that Johnny was going to grow up to be “the epitome of manly men” and was going to have a liking for metal/rock anyways.

Part 3 will be coming out soon! This is what I have so far 😼

[rebelliousstories]

Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘N Roll

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Weed Consumption, Mentions of Death, Violence, and Horny Thoughts

Word Count: 1,799

Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: What was suppose to be a quiet and spooky night in, quickly turned into something a bit scarier, but a bit more relaxed.

“Come on in, Donnie! I’m so excited for tonight!” She exclaimed loudly, pulling her dark haired friend inside. The boy laughed and looked around the home. A home so unlike his own, yet so similar. He allowed himself to be pulled up stairs and to the second door on the right. Donnie knew this bedroom well, having come here often over the last few years. While her parents didn’t know about some of those visits thanks to the ladder that stayed on her side of the house, he knew that they liked him. They liked that they were such close friends and balanced each other out.

Donnie helped to take blankets, pillows, and other items to the living room for the movie night they were going to have. Apparently it was a sin in his best friend’s eyes to have never seen “Rocky Horror Picture Show” which he didn’t get. But he’d do anything just to see her happy, and if that meant watching an incredibly sexual and horror based movie, he’d do it. A small fort was now erected in the living room when the popcorn had been started. Candy littered the coffee table, with a small portion of the table left visible for beverages and the aforementioned popcorn. Donnie smelled the butter and could practically taste the salt coating the kernels as she brought it over in a big bowl. He went to reach for a handful but a shock ran through him instead when he felt her hand meet his. They shared a glance and prayed that the other one would not notice the blush now coating their cheeks. The VHS tape was loaded in and finally the night was set to begin.

“I promise you’re gonna love the film, Donnie. It’s a classic in the horror scene now. Although it did terribly when it was first released.” She assured him while the lips moved across the screen.

“I believe you, okay? It sounds like the sort of thing we’d enjoy.” He watched her shoot him a wink and let the rest of the movie play. Everything was going fine. Donnie laughed as she called out the crowd interaction every chance she got. She usually tried to warn him what was coming up and what to do which made it even more fun for the boy. Watching his best friend enjoy something so clearly and fiercely put a small smile on his face that didn’t seem to go away.

Everything was going fine. Until it wasn’t. Donnie was really getting into the film, and enjoying it almost as much as his best friend. After a brief pause, where the two friends calmed down, the boy saw something flash out of the corner of his eyes. At first, he thought that it was another hallucination but it was just the T.V. Bright images flashed, and the lyrics struck a cord deep within Donnie. He saw Frank start to show up in the middle of all the dancing. Bodies started dropping, and images flashed through his head of violence and death. But Frank stayed in the middle of it all. Unmoving. He couldn’t focus on anything else other than the illusions of color and mayhem on the screen.

“Donnie?” His head whipped around lightning fast at the sound of his name. His best friend was looking at him with a concerned expression and Donnie suddenly felt a little self conscious.

“Donnie? Are you okay? You kinda zoned out on me.” It was then that he noticed that the movie was paused and stuck on the face of Tim Curry in full makeup.

“I don’t know. Everything just got a lot really quick.” He focused his attention to the blanket draped across his legs as they sat in silence. No words were spoken between the pair as she stood up and grabbed his hand to gently pull him off the floor. While Donnie was confused, he still followed her to the stairs. They walked up, hand in hand, until they found themselves back in her bedroom but without all the blankets and pillows. She sat him down on the bed before she reached underneath and pulled out an old shoebox. Donnie furrowed his brows as he watched her pull the lid off, and he saw the contents.

A tiny tin box sat in the larger cardboard box, with a lighter and an ashtray. She picked up the tin box and took that lid off as well. Three little rolled up blunts awaited their eyes as she rummaged around to pull the other stuff out from the box.

“Won’t your parents be mad?” Donnie asked as she set everything up on the floor so as not to ruin her bed.

“They’re just happy I’m not knocked up right now. Besides, as long as I do it in the house it’s fine.” She replied, patting the spot next to her on the floor. Donnie cautiously slunk down off the bed and joined her.

“Have you ever smoked before?” He shook his head at her question.

“Okay so I’m gonna light it, then walk you through it. But in essence, just hold the smoke in your mouth. Don’t breathe too much in on your first go.” And with that, he watched as her hands moved to light the joint, and breathed in deeply. Thick white smoke blew out from her lips, and Donnie couldn’t help but be reminded of one of his drawing in that sense. She held the blunt out in her hands to the boy who gingerly took it in his hands. He tried to replicate what she had done, but ended up coughing up a storm as the smoke disappeared into thin air. She patted his back with a chuckle and tried to take the offending drug away but Donnie turned his body away and kept it. His second go around was a lot smoother, only coughing slightly as he exhaled. And that was only the beginning of the night for the duo.

“No but like why do pigs look like that?” She asked now laying down on her elbow on her bed, with Donnie in front of her on his back in the bed.

“Like domestic, or selective breeding or some shit.” He said but started to giggle halfway through. By the end of his sentence, Donnie was thrown into full blown laughter. She joined him soon enough and had her own laughs at his. After a few moments, they both died down until they were left in silence.

“Hey,” Donnie called only to receive a hum in return.

“Can we finish the movie now?” The boy let himself be dragged down the stairs yet again, towards the forgotten movie. The video started yet again but Donnie was started to focus on the movie less and less as time went on. His mind was filled with visions but not of destruction and mayhem. They were filled with her. He was confused; why would he be thinking about how soft her lips looked versus how soft they’d feel? Donnie didn’t feel an ounce of shame when she caught him staring, but instead loved the blush that came arch’s her face.

“What’s up, Donnie?” She asked, briefly turning back to the film. She couldn’t get over the way he stared at her. It freaked her out a little, but also made her feel warm and fuzzy.

“You’re pretty.” He stated simply, as if it was the most basic fact in the universe. She felt her cheeks heat up even more and hoped that the darkness was enough to hide it.

“Thanks Donnie.” Her quiet reply came. The boy shuffled closer to her and turned his focus back to the film. But his eyes were the only thing on the moving picture; his thoughts were still stuck on her.

“Would you go with any of the characters? Or cast? If you could, that is.” The question made her think for just a second. She moved even closer to the boy, and gently placed her head on his shoulder before she responded.

“Frank ‘N Furter for sure. Or Magenta. I like Columbia but I don’t know if I could do that voice twenty-four seven.” Donnie nodded at her choices.

“What about you? Who would you go with?” She asked, as they watch Frank ‘N Furter sneak into Brad’s room.

“Same. Although I might give Columbia a chance. They all seem like wackos. Maybe I’d fit in.” He said dismissively. She grabbed his hand but didn’t tear her eyes from the screen.

“You’re still my favorite wacko.” She admitted, and felt Donnie nuzzle his face into her hair. The pair of them said nothing for a few minutes, and simply basked in the silence. As the movie went on, both friends still felt the high in their systems as they laid on top of one another. Donnie kept his head turned to the side from where he laid on her chest. Her head was in the same position, but she switched between the film and Donnie whenever he let out a little giggle, or said something about the film.

“I’m not gay, but I’d gladly let Frank ‘N Furter take me out. He’s too pretty. Is he turning me gay? Wait, no. Cause I still like women. What does that make me? Bicycle? Bisectional? Bicentennial?” Donnie rambled on, causing her to start chuckling beneath his head.

“Bisexual?” She offered, but Donnie shook his head.

“No. Oh, now I remember. Biologist.” Her laughter couldn’t be contained anymore which caused Donnie’s head to come off her chest and looked at her with a quizzical look.

“Yes, Donnie. You’re a biologist because you like Frank and Magenta.” Donnie got a big, proud smile on his face and nodded.

“Yeah.” He said it so proudly and cutely that she couldn’t help but stroke his face. But when her hand to leave, Donnie pulled it back and nuzzled into it like a cat. When he opened his eyes again, their eyes locked and neither could look away.

“Do you like Frank and Magenta?” He asked, staring at her like this was the most important question of their lives.

“Yeah. ‘M just like you a little bit.” She said as she kept her hand on his cheek.

“Wanna go with me and be biologists together?” Her smile infected Donnie’s face who also started to genuinely smile down at her.

“I’d love to be a biologist with you.” Donnie nodded again, proud of himself, and settled back down on her chest. She knew he probably wouldn’t remember this interaction the next morning, but for right now, she was content to stay in their little bubble. Listening to the sweet voice of Tim Curry serenade the ending of the film.

[sequinsmile-x]

Wise

Aaron and Emily's 4-year-old daughter wants to go as the infamous demon clown from It for Halloween, but a bout of chicken pox ruins her plans.

-x-

Hi friends!

I recently did a poll about what I should write next and a prompt from the lovely @astridncs - who asked for a fic where Hotchniss's daughter wants to be Pennywise for Halloween - and a prompt of my own - the family gets chicken pox - got the SAME percentage in the poll. So, as any normal person would, I combined them.

I hope you like this, and that it's just the right mix of funny, hurt/comfort and domestic fluff <3

Please do let me know what you think! -x-

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of clowns/Pennywise. All the talk of chicken pox might make you itchy.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron smiles as he hears the front door open, shortly followed by his daughter running towards the living room, her smile wide as she runs up to him, still in her jacket.

“Hi, Daddy!” Violet exclaims, her excitement palpable, “I picked my Halloween outfit.” 

“You mean a costume, princess,” he says, dutifully undoing the buttons on the 4-year-old's jacket for her and helping her take it off, “And that’s good, it’s Halloween this weekend.” 

Jack had picked his costume weeks ago, gently reassured that he didn’t have to go as Aaron every year when he eventually landed on Spiderman. Benjamin, being 8 months old, didn’t have much of a choice- and would be wearing the same pumpkin costume Penelope had bought Violet for her first Halloween. Violet had struggled to decide what she wanted to wear for trick or treating, agonising over the decision like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. 

“Why don’t you tell Daddy what you decided on, sweetie,” Emily says as she walks into the room, smiling at her husband as she sits next to him on the couch, “Hi,” she whispers as she stamps a kiss against his lips. 

“Hi,” he replies kissing her again before he turns his attention back to his daughter, her excitement clear in her dark eyes, in the way she was practically bouncing up and down, “What are you going as?”

“Penny.”

He smiles, “You want to go as Aunt Penny? She’ll love that-”

“No,” Emily cuts over him, clearly smothering a laugh as she clears her throat, “Not Aunt Penny. She means Pennywise the Clown.” 

It takes a moment for his wife’s words to register, for the level of amusement she clearly felt to line up with what she had said. He frowns, his eyebrows knitting together as he remembers the first time he’d seen It. How Tim Curry’s version of the demon clown had stayed with him for weeks, making him shiver every time he thought about it. He’d seen trailers for the new version that was about to come out, modern filmmaking allowing it to be even creepier and more insidious, and it had reawakened an old fear.

A fear of something that his 4-year-old daughter had lovingly dubbed Penny.

He turns back to Violet and smiles, grateful for years in his chosen career that means he doesn’t show her how she really feels. 

“That’s great, Vi,” he says, placing his hand on Emily’s thigh and squeezing when she giggles next to him, “Jack is in the den playing MarioKart if you want to go play?” 

She nods enthusiastically and runs away, scratching the back of her neck and calling her big brother's name as she goes. As soon as she’s out of earshot he turns to Emily, his eyebrows furrowed.

“How does she know who Pennywise is?” 

Emily scrunches her nose up, a mix of amusement and vague horror that her little girl seemed to have fallen in love with a character from a horror movie washing over her. 

“There was a big display in Target with merchandise for the new movie,” she says, placing her hand over his on her leg and linking their fingers together, “I thought she’d be terrified but she was fascinated. She said she liked his make-up.” 

“Well she can’t go as him…” he starts, watching how Emily avoids his eye contact, her gaze fixed on their joint hands, “You already got everything didn’t you.”

She shrugs as she smiles at him, the same dark eyes that she’d passed on to both their youngest children meeting his. Her cheeks go pink with embarrassment, “Don’t act like you would have been able to say no to her either. Plus, she didn’t quite seem herself when I picked her up from school. She only perked up when she saw the damn clown.” 

Violet had them both wrapped around her finger the moment they’d first seen her as a grainy dot during Emily’s first ultrasound. He knows she’s right, that if anything he would have crumbled even sooner than his wife. Any further conversation is cut off as they hear crying from upstairs a second before it crackles through the baby monitor on the coffee table, letting them know that Benjamin is done with his nap. Emily gets up to go see him, but Aaron stops her, leaning in to kiss her cheek before he stands up.

“You did the school run, I’ll go sort him out.” 

She smiles and nods, squeezing his hand once more before he lets go and she watches him go. She huffs out a breath as she slumps back on the couch. She was exhausted. A kind of tiredness that ran bone deep but she couldn’t figure out why, the level of fatigue she was feeling not quite matching up with what she’d done the last few days. She smiles as she hears Aaron walk into the nursery, his voice soft down the baby monitor as she hears him talk to their youngest when he walks into the room. She switches off the monitor, groaning as she sits up straight, and she hears her daughter's familiar footfall on the hardwood floor. Violet runs in and sits next to her on the couch, immediately leaning against her. 

“I thought you were playing with Jack?” Emily says, tucking Violet into her side. She frowns when Violet shrugs and snuggles in deeper to her side. “You ok, sweet girl?” She asks, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She pauses when she feels the heat of the little girls skin, and she pulls back to put her hand on Violet’s forehead, wincing when she feels that she’s got the start of a fever, “You feel a bit warm, baby. Let’s get your sweater off for a little bit,” she suggests, and Violet nods, taking off her sweater, mussing up her neat braids that Aaron had done that morning as she pulls it over her head. 

Emily takes it from her and frowns when she sees a few red marks on her arm, clustered around the inside of her elbow, the skin around it looking pink and sore. She gently grabs Violet’s arm to get a closer look. 

“Does this hurt Vi?” She asks, looking up at her, concern bubbling in her stomach and the little girl shakes her head, “Are you sure?” 

“It scratches.” 

“Itches, sweetie,” she corrects gently. She bites her lower lip and calls out, hoping her husband won’t confirm her suspicions. She hears Aaron walk down the stairs, “Honey? Can you come here?” 

He appears around the corner, Benjamin on his hip, the little boy still looking a little sleepy, his head on his father’s shoulder. Aaron frowns at the sight in front of his wife and daughter snuggled on the couch, Violet burrowing into Emily’s side in a way she only ever did when she was tired or sick.

“Is everything okay?” 

“She’s a little warm, and she has a rash on her arm,” Emily says as Aaron leans in to have a closer look, he takes almost an immediate step back, making sure Benjamin is on his hip furthest from them. Emily’s frown deepens, “What?” 

He sighs, and looks at his daughter, the little girl looking more forlorn by the second, “I think she has chicken pox.”

___

Emily hums softly as she runs her fingers through Violet’s hair, looking down to double-check that she is still asleep. The paediatrician had confirmed Aaron’s suspicion when they’d called and advised what they needed to do - including, if they could, keeping her away from her little brother to try and minimise the risk of him getting it too. Emily had called the school to let them know Violet wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week, and the teacher told her three other students had come down with chicken pox in the last week or so, answering the question of where she had picked it up from.

The bedroom door opens and Emily looks up from where she is sitting on Violet’s bed and she smiles softly at her husband. Her smile slips away at the look on his face, the way he blows out a breath, and she groans, making sure she keeps her voice quiet so she doesn’t wake up the little girl glued to her side. 

“Oh no, please don’t tell me…”

Aaron sighs as she drifts off and he pushes his hands into his pockets, “Looks like Jack has it too, he said he didn’t feel too great when you took Violet for her bath. He’s got a rash too.” 

She closes her eyes and shakes her head and she scratches her abdomen idly, “How the hell are we going to keep Benny away from them until their rashes clear up,” she mutters, shaking her head, “They’ll have been infectious for days anyway.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes fixed on how she was scratching her abdomen just to the left of her scar, seemingly unaware that she was doing it, “But he isn’t showing any symptoms, and he hasn’t had the vaccine for it yet so the doctor said it’s best to keep him away.” 

Emily nods and she looks back down at Violet, “You’re right,” she says, and she looks back up at her husband, “Who’s going to break it to her this means no trick or treating this year?” 

“Well, at least it means she won’t dress up like a demon clown,” Aaron deadpans, smiling as his wife rolls her eyes before he’s once again drawn to how she’s scratching her skin through her shirt. His eyes drift and land on a small patch of skin on her arm just visible from the hem of her sleeve. Red spots surrounded by pink skin. “Sweetheart…” he says curiously, only carrying on when their eyes meet, “Did you ever have chicken pox when you were a kid?”

“No,” she replies quickly, “Why?” She asks, but her eyes widen as she realises what she’s been doing, her scratching coming to a halt almost immediately. She pulls up the sleeve on her arm and groans at the sight of the rash that hadn’t been there that morning, “Oh, for fuck sake.” 

___

It was a rough few days in the Hotchner household. 

Emily had been hit harder by chicken pox than Violet and Jack, since they’d both been vaccinated against it when they were toddlers. Their symptoms were managed easily with medication and chamomile lotion. Emily, however, had a fever that kept peaking overnight, leading to Aaron being so worried about her that he’d barely slept. He kept a vigil from the other side of the bedroom to try and stop himself from getting too close since he was also looking after Benjamin, whilst trying to constantly remind his wife why it wasn’t a good idea for her to go near the 8-month-old. 

Aaron yawns as he paces the nursery with Benjamin in his arms. The baby was grumpy, his forehead against Aaron’s neck as he mumbled the sound Aaron knew meant mama. He sighs as he presses a kiss to his son’s forehead, running his hand up and down his back as he tries to soothe him as best as he can. 

“I know, buddy,” he says, kissing his dark hair, “Mommy is my favourite too, but I’m just trying to stop you from getting sick.” 

He continues pacing until Benjamin finally gives up the fight against sleep and goes slack in his arms. He carefully places him down and leaves the nursery. He knocks on Jack’s bedroom door and opens it, smiling at the sight of his eldest sitting up in bed, white spots on his skin where lotion had tried over his blisters, and his game controller in his hands.

“How are you feeling buddy?”

Jack shrugs, “I’m okay. Itchy.”

Aaron smiles, “Just make sure-”

“Don’t scratch, I know,” he replies, rolling his eyes at his dad, something Aaron was sure he’d never done before Emily moved in with them. Jack turns serious for a second, his concern clear. “Is Mom okay? 

Aaron still remembered Jack coming up to him a few years ago, just after Violet had been born, a nervous look on his face as he asked whether he could start calling Emily's mom. He’d been worried Haley would be angry at him for it, something Aaron had assured him couldn’t be further from the truth. He assured his eldest that if it felt right for him he should do it, and Jack had smiled and run across the house to ask Emily, who had burst into tears because she was exhausted and full of hormones. Even though the memory involved all of the people he loved most in the world crying, it was one of Aaron’s favourites. One of the moments he knew he’d fought to experience.

“She’s fine, I promise,” he assures him, and Jack nods, “I’ll leave you to it. Only 30 more minutes on your game before you go to sleep, okay?” 

Jack nods again, “Night, Dad. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

He’s almost in the doorway of the master bedroom when he hears a noise from the main bathroom. He turns and sees that Violet’s door is slightly open, the light from her nightlight seeping out of her room, casting shadows throughout the hallway. The bathroom door is also open and he hears the noise again, a small crash that draws him closer. 

Later, he won’t be able to explain his reaction. As she pushes the door open he spots Violet sitting on the counter and facing the mirror, she turns to face him as he enters the room, and he jumps as their eyes meet, a noise he’ll later refuse was a scream escaping him as he places his hand on his chest. 

Violet had apparently found one of Emily’s red lipsticks and drawn vertical red lines from her forehead down to her lips, passing over her eyelids as they met at her lips, which were also covered in the lipstick. There was a bright red dot on her nose, drawn messily, and Aaron could see the almost worn-down lipstick on the counter. 

He should have known that Halloween essentially being cancelled from his family wouldn’t save him from his daughter's apparent love for Pennywise. 

Violet giggles at his reaction and reaches her arms out for him. “Silly Daddy! I’m Penny.” 

“Aaron? Is everything okay I heard a…” Emily asks before she walks into the room, her eyes wide as she stops in the doorway. She’s still covered in a rash. It had spread to her face, and even to the inside of her mouth. She was miserable and desperate to feel better, and she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She blinks and shakes her head as she looks back and forth between Aaron and Violet, “Am I hallucinating? Has my fever spiked again?” 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, your daughter got into your makeup and decided to do her Halloween makeup,” he says, winking at his wife, “You go back to bed, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and turns to leave before she looks at him again, “Make sure you get some photos.” 

He smiles and nods, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, “I was already planning on it,” he says, and they exchange a smile before she walks back to the bedroom. He turns to look at his daughter, “Smile for the camera.” 

As he takes the pictures, the messily drawn makeup and the chicken pox spots visible on her skin, he knows this will one day be one of his favourites. One of the many pictures she’ll end up hating, her cheeks red with embarrassment when she’s older and too cool for her parents and horrified that her dad has this photo on his desk. Once he’s happy, the pictures already in his favourites folder, he puts his phone away and lifts her off of the counter, holding her close as she wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Let’s go clean your face and get you to bed, Penny.” 

___

For the first time in days, Emily feels human. Her rash was gone and, whilst the fatigue was still lingering, she was no longer contagious, meaning she could finally do what she’d wanted to do for days. 

She’s sitting on the couch with Benjamin asleep on her chest, his face pressed into her skin as he naps. She runs her hand up and down his back and periodically presses a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent she’d missed so much it hurt since she’d got sick. 

“Want me to take him up to bed?”

She turns to look at her husband and shakes her head, tightening her hold on him, “No,” she replies, kissing the top of her son’s head again, “I’m catching up on Benny time.” 

“Violet and Jack are in bed. They both crashed hard after we finally let them at the Halloween candy,” Aaron smiles softly as he sits down next to her. He studies his wife and son, how Benjamin was as relaxed as he had been in days, his face completely slack, a small wet patch of drool on Emily’s skin. How Emily was holding him tightly like she was trying to press her love into his skin, her affection, as if it wasn’t what she’d made him with. Every bit of him stitched together with how much she loved him. “I’m sorry I kept you guys apart for so long.”

“Honey, you have nothing to apologise for,” she says, resting her cheek against the top of Benjamin’s head, “It was the right thing to do. It just sucked,” she takes one of her hands from her son’s back and places it on Aaron’s knee and squeezes, “Thank you for looking after all of us so well.” 

“It was my pleasure,” he says sincerely, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and settling closer. He kisses her forehead and they sit in contented silence and he runs his hand up and down her arm, his soft smile slips off of his face as he’s hit with a realisation, “You’re going to tell everyone about me screaming at the Pennywise make up aren’t you?”

“Oh honey,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him and reaching up to cup his cheek, a familiar glint in her eyes, “I already have.” 

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