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So, thanks fuckin’ bot staff assholes, that’s exactly what happened to me. I will be FUMING if this isn't fixed.

PSA: Don’t use xkit’s Mass Tag Replacer for now

Mutual used it and Tumblr’s flagging system mass-flagged their posts and straight up deleted the blog.

@staff fix your website and filtering system.

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“Please what, Elisabeth?” Fingers curled in a “come hither” gesture: his thumb brushed against her clit.

From the way she gasped, whimpered; from the way her muscles gripped his fingers within her, Death knew she was close—and he wanted her to come undone, now, with just his touch and her own lust; wanted her to admit that she wanted him, too, the way he did her.

“Let you die a little death now?” He carefully kept his tone conversational, almost casual, while his gaze fixed on where his fingers entered her body and slowly worked her to completion. “Or would you rather have me fully inside you when you scream in pleasure? I have to admit, Vögelchen, I am curious to discover how you taste.”

Gods, he didn’t think she’d ever looked more beautiful to him than she did now. He hoped, knew she could see his own desire, longing for her in his eyes (as much as he tried to hide it). But the contrast of her long, chestnut-brown hair with her pale skin, her hazel-brown eyes blown wide with conflicting emotions of lust and confusion and her need for him… her hand tightly grasping his hair… he wanted to see more of it, wanted to watch her lose control.

By now her hand had such a tight grip on his hair that she had to wonder if maybe she was hurting him, but there was no way she could let go of him now. Not when the way, he moved those clever fingers inside of her hit another spot she had not known even existed. A strange, promising pressure in her lower body made her gasp out loudly, more of her juices dripping onto her thighs, his hand.

In combination with that way too quick, too light brush of his thumb, the gesture only turned her on even more instead of freeing her of this growing tension and desire, and she quickly grew frustrated with the wait. Her hips pushing down impatiently against his touch, she raked her nails over his back, then deeper, the wish to feel and explore more of him growing every second. Gripped the firm flesh of his behind tightly, she tried to pull him closer to her body, not sure what to answer to his ongoing questions. She just knew that she wanted, needed to feel him, all of him, all at once.

Only his last, quite unusual remark finally broke through that haze of unbridled lust on her senses. Her eyes flying open, she blushed deeply even at the possibility of something she had never really thought of before ... Or maybe only in forbidden, secret dreams that blurred in the wake of the morning, with the sobering thought of how little her husband cared for her needs.

“Taste...?” The raspy question on her slightly swollen lips spoke mostly of confusion, but also of curiosity that she couldn’t hide.

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His hand on her shoulder moved to gently thread his fingers through her hair when Elisabeth moved closer, parting his own mouth when she deepened their kiss. Having her this close to him, feeling her tongue light on his lower lip in a way he knew she never would have dared when she was still alive… It sent a shiver of his own running down his spine, even without her hands tightening their grip on his clothes.

Death let his hand on her waist stay there for a moment more, then slide to her lower back. She was the same temperature as him now, and part of him found he missed her oh so human warmth. Then again… she could now explore him as much as she wanted without the uncanniness of their core temperature difference. 

And as much as he suddenly wanted her completely exploring him without their clothes in the way, there were other things in this realm that he wanted to show her before he took her into his bed.

<Elisabeth…> Death breathed her name without thinking into her mind; knew she could hear all his desire, love, longing for her in that one word. He wanted her to keep kissing him and go as far as she dared; he had to stop now so he could introduce her to their firstborn daughter…

Ridiculous, really, just how quickly his self-control fled him wherever Elisabeth was concerned.

Much as he was loathe to, he broke their kiss a few moments later to nuzzle at her neck, then just beneath her ear. “Apologies, my queen, but there is someone I want you to meet before we get too carried away and one of us takes the other to bed.”

“Then you should really stop doing that”, Elisabeth mused, with a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a still quite excited sigh. Part of her was glad that he had gone back to verbal communication. Hearing his voice in her head wasn’t exactly new of course, but it elicited too many memories of the time when they could only meet in secrecy and more often than not in anger, while she had still been alive.

Feeling his lips on a sensitive place like that gave her definitely very different ideas than a tour through this castle ... place ... whatever it was. And who was there to meet? Those pretty un-amused looking figures in black that had left the room earlier? Elisabeth had not gotten the impression from those that they couldn’t wait to talk to her.

But it seemed important to him, so she forced herself to let go off him and take a step back with another sigh. A short look back over her shoulder to the mirror made her pout, frown at her very loose, less presentable appearance.

“Maybe I shouldn’t appear like I just got out of bed when I meet them. Is there anything besides a nightgown that i can put on?”

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When she turned in his arms to wrap her own around him, smiled up at him with desire in her eyes, it seemed as though his heart skipped a couple beats in relief.

At her question, he nodded once—slightly—and then lowered his head so his lips were hovering centimeters from hers. “Yes, my queen,” he murmured.

Then he again closed the scant distance between them and covered her mouth with his—claimed her with a gentle kiss. If she wanted more, he had no doubt she would let him know what her desires were. 

A quiet noise sounded in the back of her throat when their lips finally met, one Elisabeth couldn’t quite place herself for a moment. Then she realized, it was a combination of want, relief and wonder. That one kiss that had brought her here aside, it had been a long time since she had felt this intimate gesture of affection, and she didn’t think, she had ever enjoyed it that much.

Small, excited shivers spreading on her back, she pulled her lover even closer and opened her lips for him just softly, another soft sigh escaping them as she just allowed herself to drown in that sensation. Something else hit her senses, now that she was so close to him, finally again, that had her confused for a second because she realized, she had never noticed it when he had visited her in the past. The shadow, the projection of a man he took in the world of the living apparently didn’t just miss the warmth of a human body but also the scent. Now it was just a hint of soft candle wax, clear dew clinging to opening flowers after a rainy night, that she could smell, and she loved it immediately.  Curious to see, feel, experience even more of him, she let her tongue gently play against his lower lip, deepening their kiss while her hands tightened their grip on his clothes that she suddenly wished wouldn’t be in the way.

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“Mmmm.” His eyes, already on her reflection, glanced to where her hand covered his then met her own gaze in the mirror. “Even the old faith, Elisabeth? Before that upstart of a deity and his new church spread over Europe—and that’s without getting into all the various branches that have split off since then.” 

He started to say more, then stopped—this wasn’t the time for that particular discussion. His lips brushed the side of her throat. “My apologies—and that’s something I’ve never really had to say before,” he added wryly. “But yes, this form suits you.” 

“Thank you, my love.”

She was curious, she wanted to know more ... But not right now. Right now all she needed was his arms around him and that look of pure affection and admiration on her lover’s face.

And that small, exciting shiver down her spine when his lips grazed her skin. Hungry for more, after years of distancing herself from basically every human touch, she turned in his arms to wrap her arms around him, smiling up at her lover with new awoken desire gleaming in her eyes. Suddenly she wanted nothing more but finding out how his lips would feel on hers, now that she no longer needed to fear their touch.

“Is it safe to kiss you now, my prince?”

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“Would you believe me if I said magic?” Death deadpanned as he watched her move to the mirror, examine her now forever-youthful face. In a sense, it was the right answer, yet it was not an entirely correct one. 

Moving silently, he was at her side in an instant, his eyes still on her reflection. “This was the age you were when we first met, when you were your… true self, I suppose, before the court fashioned you into an Empress and turned you to stone. Your soul reflects that, now that you are in my realm, schwarze Möwe.”

He touched her, then, one hand lightly resting on her shoulder while the other grazed her waist. “Either way, did you think I would no longer want you while you aged and hid your face behind a fan? I told you, Elisabeth, I alone would guide you through the night and storm, that the final dance belongs to me.”

The restless confusion ceased the moment he was next to her. This reflection, this picture was the right one, her small built body framed by his ageless pale form, his hands on her, guiding her, grounding her without ever holding her down. Her skin tone now nearly matching his very pale one, the lines of age and grief gone from her face, they looked like they had always been one, always belonged together ... And just like he said, in a way that was exactly what had happened. She had given her heart to him when he had first come to claim her and brought her back to life instead, and for better or for worse, she had pulled through that life ... but never leaving him out of her sight. It was only rightful that she would be his forever now.

Her hands came to rest on his, the slight tremble finally gone. His question, rhetorical as it might be, made her smile, sadly, shake her head slowly. How much he had wanted her in her lifetime, she had never questioned. Except for that one time when he had rejected her and looking back on that day, she was thankful he had. It wouldn’t have been right back then. But even at those times when she had felt and looked her worst, she had never questioned his feelings her for.

“It wasn‘t you I hid my face from, my prince. It was my own reflection I couldn’t live with anymore. This ... this feels right.” She nodded at their reflection, her smile growing. “If that’s what magic can do, I’ll take that over any kind of faith I’ve ever learned about.”

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“Of course he doesn’t. I have much better fashion sense.” He sniffed dismissively, raised an eyebrow at her as he deadpanned, “And I remember. I also seem to recall the court and the Viennese coffeehouses gossiping about how you weren’t openly religious and apparently mocked the Catholic Church. Good on you for that, by the way.”

When she reached out a hand for his, he grasped it without question and gently brushed his thumb over the back of her hand, moved closer to her.  “I wasn’t lying when I called you my queen, Elisabeth.” His voice was soft, soothing. “Here in my realm, you’re my equal—much like you always have been, and far more  here than you were to your cousin. I’ll answer any questions you have, but I don’t want to… overwhelm you with too much information, too soon.”

Elisabeth couldn’t argue with that, so she just smiled, amused, before the thoughtfulness returned. His casual dismissal of the only faith she’d ever had attachments to, weak as they might have grown in all those years of traveling, left her questioning and insecure. She knew she should know more about this, everything about this world, this realm, especially when she was supposed to be its leader from now on. And didn’t that vision feel like a very weird trip still. But as much as she hated to admit ... He was right as usual. She wasn’t even half done processing everything she’d heard so far. She needed time to think, time to calm down. Time alone, probably, but the last thing she wanted right now was sending her only anchor in all this away.

And still she had to let go off him at least for a moment, because her restless spirit just wouldn’t allow her to lie still for too long. That hadn’t changed at least. Her body was wrapped in a simple black nightgown she found when pushing away the covers, the thin fabric feeling both comfortable and expensive, and she couldn’t help but wonder what other clothes her lover might have stored for her somewhere in this place. Obviously he’d planned her arrival here for years, so she hoped he’d thought of that little problem. But that wasn’t what she needed to see right now.

Her legs felt a little shaky still when she finally got to her feet, but it was only a few steps to the cabinet and the mirror there, she could do that. When she finally could bring herself to lift her head to look at her reflection, it was like staring at a decades old painting. If she hadn’t seen the movement of her shallow, quick breathing, of her own trembling hand touching her agelessly young, pale face, she would have been certain, it was one. This certainly was not the form she had left behind in the real world. Every damage of age and the unhealthy lifestyle she’d tortured herself with all her life was gone as well.

“What ... How?”

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Clearly only to make you familiar with 21st century humor, my love.

You know you wanted to see it.

     “Either meine Todesengel have a very warped sense of humor, or humans are just very strange. Or both. Why does this exist?”

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Do you have any favorite pet names for der Tod?

Well, usually I call him “my prince” or “my love”.

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“Yes, a goddess. You. Are you really so surprised?” He stayed where he was when she let go of him to sit back against the bed, watched her absorbing the information. If she was angry at him for not asking her consent… well, he had no regrets about changing her, nor not asking for her permission first.

He nodded slightly when she muttered that she felt unprepared, confused. Then his head tilted to the side. “And physically? I would guess you’re experiencing a little sensory overload right now, but it will pass, Elisabeth.”

“You do remember that I grew up with the belief there’s only one God, right? And I’m pretty sure, that one doesn’t dress like you”, she answered, dryly, her own sense of humor kicking in more the longer she felt awake and at least someone clearer in her head. The subject did bring up the very interesting question what she was supposed to wear herself once she was out of this bed, but she decided, mundane questions like that could wait.

“Thanks for the timely warning.” This time she couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little. “It’s better now than when I woke up, yes. My brain apparently decided to ignore everything I don’t need to sense right now. Still... I would feel better if I knew anything about all this. About this place, what I’m supposed to do here, how all this works...” She vaguely motioned down her reformed, healthy body, wondering for a moment what else had happened to it, healed injuries aside. From the corner of her eyes she hadn’t missed that her hair was missing any grey in it. “About us.” Only with her last words her voice softened and she reached out for him again, out of pure instinct. With all that she still didn’t know and didn’t understand, her lover’s hand in hers still was the only thing that kept her from going back into panic mode.

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Well, it is Friday finally, so I suppose, going a little wild is fine.

Now what would give you an idea like that? I’m totally blameless here, told you, your angels have an odd sense of humor. They might or not have played one or the other song of that guy when I asked where that running joke came from though. Late 20th century music is very pleasing to the ear. And the musicians are very pleasing to the eye.

Happy Bergfest, my love.

     “…At this point I shouldn’t be surprised, but… 1) I don’t suppose you’d be willing to try that on? 2) No idea how I came to this conclusion, but I’m beginning to suspect someone is a Bon Jovi fan.”

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“You do have some of my powers, yes,” he admitted after a moment of thinking through what to say to her. “I would say you’re now a demigoddess.” 

At the touch of her hand, he relaxed, felt his eyelids drift halfway closed as she traced the edges of his mouth with her fingertips. “Half mortal, half immortal—well, since you’ve left your physical body behind, I suppose the ‘mortal* part doesn’t quite matter. In any case, yes, Elisabeth, you’re like me.” His mouth twitched in a dry half-smile. “I would apologize for not asking beforehand, but you weren’t exactly willing to speak to me before your death.”

(He had rejected her after Rudolf’s death, true, but he hadn’t wanted her like that, broken and defeated with all the fire gone out of her—and besides, she had rejected him first.)

The half-smile faded, and he studied her intently with blue/green eyes. “How are you feeling, Elisabeth?” he asked again.

“A goddess. Me.”

If he hadn’t looked so sincere, she’d suspected one of his seldom moments of humor. Part of her tried to refuse to believe such a thing was even possible, but the memory of that confusing moment right after waking up knew better. And wasn’t that kind of ironic, considering how many people had claimed to worship her just like a god when she was alive? Now that she actually was, there was no one left to do that, and she couldn’t claim to be unhappy about it. For one lifetime, she had seen enough of people. While she had no idea what to make of this whole situation just yet, not being obliged to deal with the living anymore sounded indeed like a little piece of the heaven she had not been granted to enter.

Her lover had had different plans for her. His little smirk caused her to let go off him, withdraw to sit back against the bedframe, try to get finally orientated before a wrong, unfair word could leave her lips. He was so full of it - the bastard wasn’t sorry at all for either doing this or not asking for her consent before. But unfortunately he had a point. She had not exactly been communicative in the last years of her life, and he’d been no exception. That one day in the crypt, standing at Rudolf’s coffin ... didn’t count. She’d never been closer to completely lose her mind.

And now? With all that behind her, how was she feeling? She wasn’t any closer to tell than before.

“Unprepared. Confused”, she finally muttered because that much at least was true.

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Before answering her question, Death looked back over his shoulder at the angels, dismissed them with a quick gesture. Once he was sure they were gone, he focused again on Elisabeth.

“You are in my realm, Elisabeth—the underworld, the afterlife, the land of the dead, whatever you want to call it.” He hesitated, thumb stroking slowly over the top of her hand. “More specifically, you’re in my home.” Mismatched blue/green eyes searched her brown ones, her expression to gauge her reaction before he added, “My bed. You needed rest.”

But ... why?

The next question would have been obvious, but she cut herself off before even opening her mouth. He had told her why, countless times. She had just failed to realize how much his love for her really went, how much it would shape both of their future in a kind of existence she’d never even dreamed possible.

He hadn’t even asked her.

She tried to  be mad about that, but that frown wouldn’t settle between her brows for too long. The last hours were beginning to blur in her mind which she should probably be thankful for, but what she remembered clearly was lying in his arms and regretting that this would be their only kiss. That she had wanted more time with him, with someone who cared for her, wanted her more than anyone in her mortal life ever had. And now he was here, holding her hand ... And his skin was not cold to her touch any longer.

Sometimes wishes did come true, it seemed.

The surreality of the whole situation though wouldn’t just pass, her mind was still busy trying to process every word, every new revelation he confronted her with. His world, his room, his bed... She hardly dared to even look around, out of fear of another complete overload of her senses like when she had woken up. Whatever he had done to her to make this new life ... being ... possible, a few hours of sleep wouldn’t do to cope with it.

So she kept on holding on to what she knew for now. Her hand trembled when she cautiously lifted it to touch his face, fingertips tracing the beautiful curve of his lips, a touch she did not need to fear any longer.

“What am I now, then? Am I like you?”

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Since that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear, he flashed her a quick, feral grin. “As you desire, so shall it be, meine Königin,” he murmured, discarding her undergarments with a thought and gently slipping one, then two fingers inside her and setting a slow rhythm as he explored her, stretched her, drew more of her arousal from her body. 

Her own, more cautious touches nevertheless sent a shiver through him as she discovered what this particular form of his liked. And he did like the feeling of her hand in his hair, as if she were using him to anchor herself..

But her flushed face, her hips moving against his hand, her demands (even if he had told her to tell him what she wanted)… it somehow wasn’t enough. He knew she was just using him right now for his body, to forget her fight with the Emperor; but he wanted her to give into her own desires, wanted her wild and wanton and untamed beneath him like he knew she could be, wanted to see the same fire in her now that he’d seen earlier in her fight with Franz and her dealings with her mother-in-law… wanted her to beg for him to take her.

An old-familiar tension had set in her limbs the moment he‘d used his strange, otherworldly powers to remove the last of her clothing. Though Elisabeth had asked for it herself, part of her still associated the touch of a man down there with nothing but clumsy impatience, sore muscles and that one uncomfortable pain that would sometimes last for days, depending on how much stamina her husband could muster up.

It was maybe only when her ghostly new lover conquered her body with the gentlest touch she had ever felt, cool, clever fingers relaxing her muscles, easing her tightness into aroused emptiness instead of forcing her open, that she really realized, this wasn’t the dreaded, ignorant touch of her husband she was obligated to succumb to this night. That she was with someone in this fateful night, after she’d cornered her earthly husband mercilessly, who actually cared about her and didn’t just want her as the trophy and icon by his side. Who wanted her to feel good. Happy.

The veil of last, lingering anger on Death clearing up, maybe for the first time she really saw him, saw the want and desire in his beautiful bi-colored eyes, the soft glow that left his skin shining so beautifully in the moonlight, the only thing giving away his own growing arousal.

God, he was pretty.

And he wanted her.

And maybe ... maybe she wanted him too. Maybe she didn’t just need him after all.

Her hand tightening in his hair, she gasped, loudly, whimpered in confusion and lust when her muscles clenched down on his fingers greedily, asking for more, more of her juices coating his hand, the insides of her legs, the covers.

“Please...”

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking for at this point, she just knew that she wanted more of how he made her feel.

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When he sensed Elisabeth stirring awake, he immediately looked over from talking with two of his angels to where he’d placed her on his bed (that he rarely used), relief in his eyes when he saw the weak smile on her lips and her eyes were finally open. Two long strides brought him to her side, and he gently reached for her hand.

“Elisabeth. You’re awake.” Silence for a moment, then: “How do you feel, meine Königin?”

I don’t know.

Speaking up, starting to acknowledging this weird world she’d just stumbled into, verbally, not only with her senses, still felt like too big a step, but knowing him she was pretty sure he would be able to read her mind, as he did so often. So for now she kept on just looking at him, the pale face of beauty she had come to love in her life, his elegant, lithe form, his graceful movements, everything familiar she could cling to in a situation that still tried to overwhelm her human comprehension.

My queen.

Had he called her that before? She couldn’t remember. She wasn’t a queen anymore, nor an empress, a stab to the heart had torn her from that life, and until a few

minutes?

moments

lifetimes

hours ago she had been certain, that was it, that this was the last she’d see of him and that now she would be allowed to rest ...

It had turned out to be quite the short rest.

“Where am I?” Her voice was sleep-rough, her throat dry, but finally she managed to get out the only question that really counted right now.

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