Billy thot, imagine being his maid and hating eyes.
Fem!reader, uneducated reader, power imbalance, implied smoking. I’m sorry for the grammar, but I have a specific way she speaks in my head. Religious references.
I’ve been reading Wuthering Heights, and it got the creative juices flowing. Sorry, it’s short, but I do plan to do little blurbs with these two.
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Poisoned Apple #1
He noticed you moved like a ghost, silent and invisible. Your shoulders hunched in, never making eye contact. “Don’t like eyes, sir. I don’ like the pupil. Lookin’ like a non sentient being. Alls I see are the parts, and yous no longer real.”
You walked up the stairs without so much as a creak, staring at a painting by John William Waterhouse, looking contemplative as you touched the canvas, almost as though it was palpable to you.
A yearning crossed your face, before a frown marred your brow, pulling at your lips, never looking at the eyes of the woman. But mesmerized by her just the same.
He was mesmerized by you. The way the dim lighting on the stairs, illuminating your hair like a halo. You made him want to tempt you for a taste of paradise, because you had tempted him, like a siren calling to a sailor.
Billy put his hands in his pockets, “You like that, hummingbird?”
Your eyes snapped to him, somewhere away from his eyes making your eyes look dazed. “You’re more beautiful. Like Lucifer. Bettin’ you’d tempt me with a fruit.” You said, playing nervously with your hem.
Billy hummed, “Funny, the Bible never once said it was satan who tempted Eve.” His fingers played with an unlit cigarette in his hands.
You reached forward, pulling the cigarette from his hands, breaking it. “Shouldn’t smoke, sir. You’ll get the cancer, and I’ll be alone, wit’ only the birds and animals. Do ya want me to become Snow White?” You asked seriously, pocketing the broken cigarette.
His lips curved up, “I’ll stay away from cigarettes if you stay away from apples, hummingbird.” He turned then, on the stairs, walking down them.
The apple was poisoned but they still took a bite, hoping for sweetness.
They were gonna make such fools of themselves.
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Yearly Reminder that C.S Lewis encouraged his fans to write fanfiction about Susan Pevensie becoming a friend to Narnia and reuniting with her family once again.
Literally inviting his fans to write Susan’s adult, angsty character development with a happy ending.
Do your duty fans. Write that fanfiction.
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