#she got lost and snowed in while deep in the forest. and she knew that if she died or anything happened to her no one would know or even

[pergaminaa]

Modern au:

When Dorian started dating Manon, he was able to see a few things in her that made him suspect something was off. At that point, he was able to see the pressure her grandmother put her under and he felt helpless in the face of that kind of thing.

Manon was really going out of her way to make sure everything is perfect and yet her grandmother kept scrutinizing her.

At formal events, he got to see that first hand. Manon would be super stressed, it would get worse about 2-3 days prior where her anxiety is at it’s peak; she won’t be able to sleep, and can’t keep anything down.

Dorian can see all of her effort and yet her grandmother’s responses are a variety of

“Don’t embarrass me,”

“What a disgrace,”

“This is worthless,”

And it really angers him.

But that was nothing compared to what he saw when they moved in together.

Prior to that, Manon was able to maintain her mask of aloofness and perfection. It was only when they lived together than Dorian saw how she struggles with insecurity and abandonment issues.

He learned of the long months she’d spend at boarding school, her grandmother wouldn’t allow her to return home if her grades are anything below a 100%. She’d call her an embarrassment and let her spend the holidays studying and making up for those grades.

He also saw how she struggles with boundaries sometimes. Moreover, he noticed that she instantly panics whenever she thinks that she made a mistake. Like forgetting her jacket on the counter, or leaving some of her work behind on the coffee table.

Dorian hates hates hates how her grandmother turned her into this person. She honestly believes that as soon as she commits the tiniest mistake, Dorian is going to leave and find someone better. He told her time and again that he doesn’t want anyone else, better or worse. He wants only her and nothing will ever change that.

But of course, his reassurance does nothing to elevate those issues that have been there for two decades. All he can is promise to always be there, that no matter what happens he isn’t going to leave or find someone else.

Now another issue is their families. They attend the same social circles and their families no each other. Chaol is against their relationship because he wants someone other than a Blackbeak to be with his friend. Aelin doesn’t care much, she tries to get along with Manon but the two of them don’t spend any time together to have any sort of relationship.

Then there are his parents; Georgina wants to pick her son’s lifelong partner. The fact that he’s with the Blackbeak heir infuriates her to no end.

Now normally he would ignore everyone and does as he pleases. However, now that he lives with Manon and knows exactly how vulnerable she is, he had a meeting with his parents and Chaol.

He sat them all down, and told them in no certain terms that if he brings Manon over for a visit, if any one of them make her feel unwanted, he’d get her out of there immediately and never return back there.

Dorian is serious, she’s been though enough and he sees how she struggles. That the perfectly put up woman is hiding a lot of things underneath and he hates how he can’t shoulder some of those things. All he can do is love her through it all and hope that one day it will be enough.

[vctrvn-ls]

Cabin in the Woods

SharkyxReader

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summary: You get a random invite to a cabin in the woods, a little get-together organized by Sharky (your late-childhood-crush-mini-fling guy as you like to call him). It’s been 4 years since you last saw him and the guys, who are now known as “The Betasquad”. (I wonder what’s waiting)

wordcount: 2k

warnings: idk swearing(?)

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”God this place is eerie.” You say to yourself as you walked down a dimly lit path. Not really walked, more like dragged yourself and your suitcase through the snow.

“Yeah, great idea,” you were talking to yourself “Let’s invite y/n and make her suffer in this fucking cold forest.” You mocked yourself “Maybe she’ll freeze to death if something doesn’t eat her first.”

It’s been four years since you last saw this loser crew. The last time you did you were in college.

Felt like ages.

You wondered what everyone looked like. Obviously you saw them through social media, YouTube and what-not, but honestly you ignored it all. You didn’t like the way you felt left out every time you saw a group photo.

It was petty and you knew it.

But to be fair no one reached out to you. Not once.

Even though you didn’t either. And you were the one who left.

Until one afternoon you got a text message.

From Sharky.

He invited you for a get-together in the mountains. He didn’t really elaborate but very clearly indicated that he would love for you to be there.

Now, more than ever, you were asking yourself why you agreed. Even though the answer was pretty obvious.

Your late-childhood-crush-mini-fling guy asked you to come over for a weekend. What else could you have said?

Your tense romance with him broke off like nothing when you left. It wasn’t a big tragedy for you but your interest in him never fully left.

You stomped in annoyance, following the lights, until you finally made it to a gate.

Your face lit up. Guess who was waiting for you.

Suddenly you felt like that little girl you used to be. A little girl that missed her friends that she used to hang out with almost everyday after school.

Without contemplating for another second, you let those feelings, memories and emotions wash over you.

“Sharky!” You saw him standing there, under the dim light of the warm toned lamp, he was kicking the snow, deep in thought with his hands in his pockets.

“y/n?!” It sounded more like a surprised exclamation than a question.

You dropped your suitcases before practically jumping into his arms. He laughed hugging you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Suddenly you felt the two of you tipping, he must’ve lost his balance because the next second you two were laughing on the ground.

“Did I grow that much?” You laughed from on top of him.

“Just a little.” He smiles from underneath you.

It was an unusual position to be in considering everything, but not once did he mention a girlfriend, which meant anything and everything was possible this weekend.

You lay on top of him, hugging him tightly “Shit it’s actually so good to see you, you have no idea.”

“I bet I do.”

Few minutes later you were on your way to the cabin. Apparently there was more walking to do. Being the gentleman he was Sharky carried your bag (finally) while listening to you blabber on about your new life and what you were doing.

“Sounds amazing.” He nodded, not taking his eyes off your excited face.

“And then there’s Rody, oh my god you would love him, he’s always late to work with the funniest excuse. It’s like he never left school.”

He chuckled nodding encouragingly.

Couple more minutes and you made it to your destination. You walked inside.

“Wow,” you said in amazement “This place is crazy…crazy scary.”

“Hey cmon it’s like a vintage vibe. You’ve no idea how expensive it is.”

“I sure don’t. I work a normal job.”

“Oh don’t be like that. You know damn well we wanted you and your other friend with us.” His tone shifted.

Great.

The old drama.

Part of the reason you didn’t talk for four years was because while the boys pursued their YouTube career you pursued a normal one. Stupid argument, but you and your friend Carm (the one that Sharky was talking about) moved in together after getting into the same college. Leaving the guys behind pretty much without any regret. You and Carm did end up having a big fight which made you leave, but none of the boys knew that.

“Oh that’s nice.” You reply with sarcasm and sit down in front of the fireplace “I’m freezing.”

“I’ll be right back.”

He came back with a fuzzy blanket, throwing it over you and then joining you at the couch.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“It’s fine.” You shake your head.

You sigh in relief, it was actually amazing to have everyone getting back. You finally get to see and hear how everyone’s life was going.

“How you been holding up?” You looked up at him. He glanced down, you didn’t know it but he was holding his breathe looking into your eyes.

“I’m fine. Happy you’re here…a-and you know everyone.” He got nervous. It was sweet.

You grinned, feeling the slight tension and leaned onto his shoulder “I’m so happy to see you, Sharky. I really really missed you.”

Flirting had never been such a relief.

Even if he didn’t care (which he definitely did) you enjoyed every second of his presence without any embarrassment. In all honestly he looked even better than how you last remember him.

Obviously Sharky wasn’t dumb either. In fact, he was so smart that he understood your hints in an instant.

(First man to ever do such a thing)

His issue was his straightforwardness…

Under the blanket his hand slid to grab yours, your fingers intertwined.

You looked up at him “I-“

You were cut off by his lips on yours. Your breathe hitched as he kissed you.

Oh.

Oh.

Wasn’t that fast?

So fast that you didn’t even know how to react. You just sat there in shock.

He felt your stiffness and quickly withdrew from the kiss.

“I-I’m sorry.” He whispered “I-I-“

He didn’t have time to finish, a loud bang on the door caught the two of you off guard. Without any words he got up to greet the next arrivals.

You sat there for five seconds, gathering your thoughts and processing what just happened. You smiled to yourself. Well what the hell got into him.

“Lisa!” A familiar squeal rang through the house. You got up instantly and rushed over to the already running AJ.

“I missed you too!” You screwed your eyes with joy.

Wasn’t it nice how everyone ignored the fact that no one talked to you in four years?

“I have so much to tell you!” He says.

“Yeah, well makes two us.” 

He let go of you.

“y/n,” Niko smirked “Where my hug at?” He joked, spreading his arms out. You giggle and greeted him too. Same old lanky flirt.

“Jeez you grew,” you said. “Even more…”

“Could say the same about you. Looking as good as ever.”

“Thanks.”

“Is this everyone for now?” AJ asked, looking around the house.

“Yep.” Sharky nodded.

“Damn that path was scary as hell.” Niko said. You agreed.

“So what do you guys wanna do?” AJ twirled around, admiring the cabin.

“House tour?” Sharky suggested.

“Yeah!”

“Les gooo.”

After a quick house tour the rest of the gang got together. Kenny pulled up with a complaining Chunkz. Some things really don’t change.

All of you sat around the fire place chatting about the good old days when all of you were young (even though you still were).

Couple hours later everyone kind of went to do their own thing, Chunkz and Kenny went to admire the stars, AJ went out for a stroll while Niko had a nap on one of the rocking chairs beside the fireplace.

You and Sharly were left together with the quietly snoring Niko.

“Hey, listen,” you began.

“No-no-no, I’m sorry, let’s just forget that ever happened, I got the wrong idea.” He stood up, raising his hands in defense. In attempt to not have this conversation he headed towards the stairs.

You rolled your eyes dramatically “Sharky!” You whispered loudly.

You followed him, he kept walking and walking until there was nowhere to walk. The two of you found yourselves at the upstairs balcony.

“Sharky.” You knitted your eyebrows. He was leaning on the pillars with his elbows, looking down at the snowy ground and old lamps.

You sighed, copying his pose.

Did he really regret that?

“I thought maybe…” he began “Never mind.” He rubbed his bare hands together.

Nevermind?

Oh how hard you had to hide the biggest grin from your face. You lived for moments like these. The unspoken feelings. The heavy hearts. The peaceful silences.

And the starry knight and gloomy forest just made the atmosphere so much more romantic.

You moved closer to him, which very much startled him, in a good way, but he didn’t show it.

“You just surprised me.” You admitted.

“I know. I’m sorry and it won’t happen again, let’s just leave things how they were before. Please.” He turned to look at you with his puppy dog eyes “We’re so close and I don’t want things to be awkward between us, y/n. Just…forget what happened.”

Close?

“I mean we were…not to be negative or anything but four years…” you trailed off without finishing your sentence.

You noticed his trembling hands, nervousness mixed with the cold. Or maybe just the cold, but let’s let you romanticize this moment.

You move even closer to him, taking his bare hands into your gloved ones.

He observed you.

You slowly rubbed his cold fingers, still feeling the slight shaking.

Now this was flirting.

“I missed you, Sharky.” You simply say “I really really missed you.” You let go of his hands to hug his arm, pressing it against your cheek.

He smiled, turning you around and embracing you into a proper hug.

“I did too. I know I was quiet. I know it was wrong of me. I just felt embarrassed for some reason.” He gave you a small squeeze.

You losen your grasp and look up at him, he looked down in response. You were so close, faces centimeters apart, all it took was one small step.

Was this all moving too fast? Yes. Did any of you care? Absolutely not.

You stood up on your tippy toes, connecting your lips to his. Sharky’s heart fluttered inside him, excitement filling him up in seconds.

Oh you made him feel like a teenager.

Your tongues gently swiped against each others lips, you were both being extra careful for some reason, as if not wanting to scare each other off.

The moment was so peaceful, so beautiful, until suddenly you heard a thumping sound and a piece of something wet hit your face.

You two instantly pulled away. 

“What the fuck!?” He exclaimed, brushing of what looked like a snowball.

“HA HA!” You heard a loud laugh and then a series of laughs.

“Hey you lovebirds! What a reunion huh?”

Chunks sneered playfully while Kenny struggled to hide her laughter out of courtesy.

“Guys! You ruined my moment!” Sharky threw his arms up “Fuck you! I waited so long for this.”

No way he admitted that.

You grinned to yourself.

“Hey Sharks,” Chunkz giggled “You know you didn’t have to call all of us if you just wanted-” He was cut off by Kenny’s elbow poking him in the ribs “Ow.”

“We’re sorry, we’ll leave you two alone!” Kenny waved, pulling Chunkz by his jacket somewhere behind the corner of the house. Sharky turned to you and shrugged.

“Long yeah?” You joked.

“Oh stop it.” He playfully rolled his eyes.

“What no luck with other women? Decided to call up an old one?”

“You know for a fact we didn’t finish what we started. Don’t act like you didn’t just kiss me yourself.”

“Right, right, let’s go inside before we freeze.” You pull him after you.

….to be continued???

[kabr0ztrousers]

A huldra having a creepy one sided mommy kink with a fem reader.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 140: Tallemaja

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: age gap; drowning mention; death mention; oral sex; enthusiastic consent

A/N: I had no idea what a Huldra was when I started this! Hopefully I did it justice 😁

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She saw you. From your first faltering steps on the snow, she knew you. She always watched over you. That time when a light brought you home through the blizzard. The time a basket of fish miraculously appeared on your doorstep just before the river froze solid. When the tree fell just in time to halt the hungry wolf chasing you. Whenever you were close to home, you were uncannily lucky. Thanks to her.

She was with you, always. Through the bright days, learning to skate on the lake, when you brought your first sweetheart home to watch the northern lights, when you first embraced him as a woman. She helped you through the dark, when the cold took him, when you lost your parents to disease, when the wood pile rotted in the rain, always she looked on from afar. She helped where she could, grieved with you where she could not. She was the godmother looking over your shoulder, though you never saw her face, not properly, only glimpses through dark window panes, or disappearing into the deep woods.

You were entering your twentieth spring, the snow starting to melt from the trees, the river swelling with the meltwater, that you finally met her. You misjudged the thickness of the ice. By the time you heard the reverberating cracks echoing through the sheet you were stood on, you knew it was too late. The water chilled you to the bone. Your muscles cramped up. You could barely move, let alone swim. Your coat dragged you down, soaking and cold. You would’ve died there, in the river, looking up at the frozen surface, surrounded by nothing but frigid pain. But not today, thanks to her.

Strong arms grabbed you, dragging you out of the cold and onto the snow, stripping your soaking clothes as you shivered. You wanted to ask who she was, where she came from, but words wouldn’t pass your chattering teeth. She had you over her shoulder, naked as the day you were born, sprinting through the woods. You buried your face into her back, expecting the sharp pine needles to cut you to ribbons as she ran, but the forest made way for the mysterious woman who saved you. You snuck a glance, she was barely wearing anything, her skirt woven from grasses and reeds, completely topless. You wondered if she had stripped to save you from the river? But why would she not also be carrying her clothes?

She kicked in the door to your cabin. How did she know where you lived? A wave of her hand lit a fire in the hearth and she brought forth blankets from your hamper. She passed you your favourite one to hold to yourself as she set about putting a pot on the boil, muttering all the while about you not taking care of yourself.

Before long, you were warming your hands on a steaming mug of cocoa, watching the strange, mostly nude woman watching you.

You spoke first “Who are you?”

“Tallemaja”

OK, that was a start. Not a name you knew, but a name

“Do you need any clothes?” She was still almost, and while you were warm under a blanket by the fire, she was sat on a stool without so much as a stitch on her from the waist up

“No.”

There was a finality in that no. The kind of no that tells you not to enquire further, no matter how hotly the questions burn. You sat back in your chair, huddling the blanket closer to you, watching your wood-burning stove and the kettle sat upon it

“Not even some-”

“No.”

Again, that no. That was a no you could hang a coat off. A substantial, heavy no that doubles as a doorstop when the wind rolls in. You sipped the cocoa. You don’t know where she got it from, you didn’t know you had any, and she wasn’t brimming with pocket space.

“So, Mara-”

“Tallemaja”

“Sorry, Tallemaja, do you have anywhere to stay?”

“The forest is my home”

Was she capable of saying anything that wasn’t strangely cryptic? Probably not. A strange woman saves you from drowning, wearing only some woven reeds and a surprising resistance to the climate, moves through the forest like the north wind, and knows exactly where you live? She’ll definitely speak in riddles and, frankly, she deserves to.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes. A comfortable silence, but silence nevertheless.

“You have been alone since Erik and Sarah died, yes?”

How did she know your parents names? “Yes. It’s just been me for a couple of years now.”

She snorted “Not healthy. You need someone to talk to. Or at least, someone to not talk to. I will stay in their old room.”

So she stayed. Days passed, often you would see her go out in the early morning, and come back at night. She never seemed to eat, and would spend hours up, sitting by the fire, even when the hearth burned low and the dying embers were barely enough to heat the room. She never wore anything either. The day after she’d moved in she brought back the clothes she’d taken off you, but still wore nothing more than that woven skirt.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. Half a year passed of you living together. Spring turned to summer, summer to autumn. Your strange housemate was predictable only in being unpredictable, still never telling you what exactly she was or how she’d known so much about you.

One cold morning, things changed. You didn’t want to leave your bed. The forest was dark outside and it was still hours until dawn. You knew you needed to be up, firewood needs chopped, the stew pot needs time to heat, at least Tallemaja would make the coffee for you, if she remembered before leaving the house. You sighed and rolled over, turning on the lamp at the side of the bed to dispel the dark.

You screamed

Tallemaja was stood by the side of your bed. You started laughing, she was always weird in her ways, but this was a bit much. She looked at you, wordlessly, and you noticed what was different. She was topless as always, pink nipples crowning her snow-white tits, on show as always. This time she wasn’t wearing her skirt either, the fold of her pussy visible between her legs.

You noticed yourself staring, rolling away to hide your blush. She slid into your bed behind you, wrapping her arm around you. She was warm, warmer than you expected for someone who’d just been stood naked in the room for god knows how long. Her hands ran across your skin, making you shudder under her feather-light caress. You felt her kisses on your neck, tracking down the muscles in your shoulders as she traced on your back. You didn’t want to admit how much it was turning you on, but you figured she could probably tell from the sounds you were making. You couldn’t stop your breathing deepening as your body responded to her, goosebumps raising on your body. Her hand strayed downwards, your legs opening to allow her access

“Now, now,” she was whispering in your ear “you need to take better care of yourself. Or do I need to do this for you too?”

You whined as she drew away from you, only for the whines to become purrs of satisfaction when you realised what she was doing. She rolled you onto your back, positioning herself between your legs. You stroked her hair as she kissed around your cunt, nibbling your skin, leaving hickeys on your thighs.

You could feel yourself getting wetter for her as she teased. She giggled at your squirming, kissing your folds as she intensified her efforts. You wriggled as her tongue lapped at you, whimpering and clutching at her silver-blonde hair. She ate like she needed it to live. Her tongue danced on you, sending static up your body. You twitched and held on, your teeth clenching as your eyes rolled. Her fingers entered you, your thighs closing around her head. You moaned as she fingered you, still lapping at your clit while you squeezed on all sides.

Your muscles were cramping up, lances of pain stabbing through your belly and thighs as she drove you from peak to peak. Every moan redoubling her efforts, every roll and thrust of your hips sending her fingers deeper, turning and curling, finding the parts of you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

At last she relented. The ringing in your ears dying down to hear the kettle whistling on the hearth in the other room.

"I'll get the coffee. You stay there for now"

She left the room, leaving you panting on the bed, watching the cold dawn light spill through the gap in your curtains.

Sure she's weird, but you don't think you ever want her to go

[annie-creates]

Only for tonight

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x child reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff

Words: 700

Note: After a little while I'm back with another request, I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind and it's a little short but I hope you'll like it. Thank you for still liking my work and as always send in any requests that come to mind, I'm feeling terribly uninspired lately.

The queen’s patience was running thin. Day and night she searched the whole kingdom piece by piece for Snow White, but she was still coming back empty handed. As if the earth swallowed her whole, as if there was some kind of spell hiding her from the monarch’s sight. Woods, fields and rivers were thoroughly searched and yet not even a trace of the traitor was found. If she doesn’t catch her soon, the kingdom will know Snow White escaped her wrath and what will force them to follow her rule and orders then? Knowing people can get away with disobeying?

That’s how she found herself in the deep forests once again, too tired of the work to disguise her real resemblance. It wasn’t likely anyone innocent would wonder deep enough to actually see her anyway. Everyone knew the woods were unwelcoming and scary, trees that could talk and branches that could catch you, and if you weren’t careful enough you were unlikely to ever find your way out again. Lost in thought she registered the excited childish babbling too late, coming face to face with a little girl who couldn’t be older than six winters. The child was happily singing notes she didn’t recognize, jumping around with a single daisy in her hand.

“Well hello there,” the queen greeted shaking herself from the initial shock. “Where are your parents, little child?”

Hoping the adults who must have left the child unattended could point her in the direction of the girl she was actually looking for, she questioned the kid, who just threw up her hands in response. With mumbled words she explained there are no parents, something hard to believe for Ravenna. Who with a heart purer than hers would leave such a cute child alone?

“Oh, then do you live somewhere around? Where’s your house?” She was desperately trying to not get influenced by the sweetness and innocence in front of her eyes, but that was a battle with herself she was clearly losing.

Once again the answer was a very polite no, the child was clearly too young to understand in how dangerous situation they are, and how easy it would be for them to get hurt, or worse get eaten by something. Against her better judgement she picked the child up, who gave her excited giggles in response, and understanding she won’t find her original family she took her back to the castle with her. Even the cruelest person wouldn’t let a little innocent child get hurt for nothing, right? It wasn’t right to leave her there with nothing and no one.

The little girl seemed unbothered by the change of environment, even though the hard castle floors were not as gentle as the mosses of the forest and the stone walls didn’t provide the same warmth as the afternoon sun over the green leaves. With nothing as interesting in the almost empty throne room the child got bored pretty fast, dangling her legs from the chair with a bored sigh.

“Maid!” the queen called, one of her servants hurrying into the room. “Bring the little princess something to do, some pictures and pencils to color or plasticine to play with.”

Aside from her innocent excitement, her good table etiquette was another thing that pleasantly surprised the woman at the dinnertime. The girl ate with a knife and fork, elbows off the table, just like the queen was thought herself as a young child. The night time was the moment that appeared to make the first difficulties. The little girl was seemingly scared to go to sleep, even when the bed was prepared warm and cozy.

“What is it, why don’t you want to go to bed?” Ravenna questioned her sitting at the side of her duvets.

“Am scared. Rena sleep here?” the little lady admitted, patting the space in bed next to her.

“I have my own bed to return to,” the queen refused gently.

“Pwease?” how could anyone say no to those sad puppy eyes?

“Ugh, okay, but only for tonight,” Ravenna warned her before getting in bed next to her and hugging the child to her, Snow White long gone from her mind.

[whiteraven87]

Driven by Desire: Fire and Speed - 35. Madness in the Bieszczady

The Unstoppable Series - Masterlist

Four parts. Two hearts. One love story.

pairing: Toto Wolff x Miriell Joschke (Original Character, female F1 driver)

Series warnings: long fan fiction/series, slow burn, age gap (23 years), woman racing in F1, boss/driver relationship, difficult and painful past, death, angst, recovery after trauma and loss, love after loss, sexual tension, sex scenes, illness, pregnancy, memory lost.

full series word count: 218k words of speed, scars, slow-burning love, and everything in between.

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chapters until now of Part 4: Driven by Desire: Fire and Speed

Prologue

Return to Life

YES!

We are back

Third World Championship Title

The Night That Changed Everything

The Inevitable Conversation

Now and Forever [18+]

You Are the Reason

Our Place

The New Driver

Night Experiments [18+]

In His Power [18+]

Memories

The Royal Couple of F1 [18+]

New Era

The First Race of the Season and Rumors

Mercedes – Power, Style, and Authority

Triumph of a Young Champion

Shadows of the Night

The Sea, the Silence, Us [18+]

Unexpected news

Oasis of Peace

Loss

Emptiness

Painful Truth

Breakthrough [18+]

The Fourth

Liberty Media Banquet [18+]

The Austrian Casanova

The Calendar[18+]

Unmatched [18+]

Shared Moments

Her Path [18+]

previous Parts:

Part 1: Driven by Speed - A Diamond Among Stones

Part 2: Driven by Success - Golden Girl

Part 3: Driven by Love - Rebirth from the Ashes

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35. Madness in the Bieszczady

Bieszczady Mountains, December

POV Toto

When Rosa arrived at our house in the Bieszczady, she immediately fell into Miriell's arms. From the very first meeting, they got along like sisters who had known each other forever. Miriell had this way of making my daughter feel completely at ease here, and as I watched them together, I couldn't have been happier.

There was no such thing as boredom. On the very first day, they came up with the idea to "test" the off-road Mercedes on the snow-covered forest trails. And while Rosa was thrilled at the idea of the ride, I knew Miriell and her driving style all too well. She was insanely fast, precise — and utterly fearless.

So, for the sake of my mental well-being, I climbed into the back seat with Loki, buckling my seatbelt as tightly as I could. Loki sat beside me, completely unfazed, as if he was about to take a nap. Rosa, completely unaware and excited, hopped into the passenger seat next to Miriell and grinned.

"Let's go!"

"Hold on," I muttered under my breath, but Rosa didn't seem the least bit concerned.

Miriell started the engine, its deep growl vibrating through the cold air. She glanced at me over her shoulder, and that devilish smile curved her lips — the one that meant only one thing: too late to run.

"Ready?"

"No." I sighed — but she already hit the gas.

The car shot forward, and I instinctively grabbed the handle above the door. Rosa squealed with delight as Miriell floored it and sent the SUV into a controlled drift on the snowy trail.

"You're incredible!" Rosa shouted as snow flew into the air and the car glided smoothly through the next set of turns.

Meanwhile, I was too busy making sure I was still alive.

Miriell wasn't just driving fast — she was driving with the precision one would expect from a four-time world champion. She took corners with surgical accuracy, balancing the car on the edge of traction — and clearly, she was having a blast doing it.

"Miriell, please..." I muttered through clenched teeth as she downshifted on a narrow, icy path, sending the car into another elegant slide.

"Relax, Kochanie, I've got this under control," she purred.

"Dad, she's amazing!" Rosa beamed, completely oblivious to my panic.

The last fifteen minutes were a test of my character. When we finally stopped in front of the house — after a series of wild drifts and jumps over uneven ground — I exhaled with visible relief.

"Never again," I muttered as I stepped out, feeling my legs tremble.

Rosa, on the other hand, was elated.

"That was the best thing I've ever experienced!"

Miriell smiled with satisfaction and threw me a look full of amusement.

"At least one of us had fun," I said, pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Maybe next time you can drive?" she offered innocently.

"Never."

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That evening, with snow gently falling and the frost nipping at our cheeks, we sat by the fire outside the house, warming ourselves by the crackling flames. Sausages roasted over the open fire, and steaming mulled wine filled our mugs.

Miriell sat on a tree stump next to Rosa, strumming her guitar. Her melodic playing gave the whole evening a magical, almost timeless feeling.

I watched her with tenderness. She was in her element. Here, in the Bieszczady, among the trees, in the snow, glowing in the firelight — she radiated pure joy.

"Dad..." Rosa said softly, and I turned my gaze to her.

"Hm?"

She looked at me with a gentle smile.

"You're happy, aren't you?"

I took a sip of wine, pausing for a moment to think — though I already knew the answer deep down.

"Yes. Very."

Rosa nodded and looked back at Miriell, as if confirming something she'd been thinking all along.

"I can see it. I've never seen you like this before."

For a moment, I just looked at my daughter, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude — not only had she accepted Miriell, she genuinely liked her.

"Because I've never been like this before," I said honestly. "With her... everything is different. New."

She beamed, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm glad, Dad."

I didn't answer — I just gently squeezed her hand and looked back at Miriell.

If happiness had a face — it was hers.

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NEXT -> 36. Awkward Discovery

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"I put my armor on, show you how strong I am."

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AO3 Unstoppable Series

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Seria Niepowstrzymana AO3

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[trash-raccoon-boy]

So here's some lmk Wc designs +1 redesign

(I'm still fleshing out this world, trying to figure out how normal and supernatural I want it to be)

Tw:talk of animal death, and abandonment/cruelty

DeadTooth, was a ex deputy back when he was alive and long before he met the Bonestar(lbd). He had always had a strange connection to the darkforest, and one leafbare he met his lady. She saved him from freezing too death, and soo was forever in dept with her.

He would sneak out to visit her, she'd slowly infect his mind and soon have her minion. She'd send him strange dreams and visions, instructing him to kill cats and soon his leader. Of course his ex-leader found out and exiled him, he spent most his times in the dark forest until one day. When he was out hunting one dawn, he was ran over by a monster. StarClan or better known as celestial clan, wouldn't take him because of his tainted soul, but his lady did.

He earned the name DeadTooth, and served as his lady's right hand man. No one knows his living name.

Bai He, currently known as Freezepaw. Was a kittypet and lived with her twolegs out in the city, one harsh winter she was abandoned in the middle of the woods, during a harsh blizzard. She tried chasing after her humans, but they where gone before she knew it.

She wasn't meant to survive that night, she knew that, but unfortunately faith had other plans. While walking through the deep snow trying to find shelter, she started to hear a voice Calling her. Turning around she saw a strange grinning cat looking at her before vanishing, alarmed but curious she chased after the cat before collapsing. She was cold and fearful, as she washed her vision blurred.

Then she woke up! But something was wrong she wasn't in her body, yet it was moving on it's own talking and muttering something about a plan. She tried talking, but the entity paid no mind, to busy controlling it's new toy.

She came to find out it was Bonestar, and with her soul still attached to her body she was unable to leave or go to a afterlife. She watched this horrible cat kill and hurt people, unable to stop her as she built her empire.

The she-cat remembered when the monkie kids came, she remembered feeling relief but also dread. She didn't know much about possession, but she was sure if her body got extremely injured she'd be dead permanently as a lost sprit. Bonestar didn't want to keep her body anymore tho, finding it to weak and fragile.

Bai he didn't know what happened after that tho, she knew the she-cat was defeated and no more though. Unfortunately tho even with the happy ending, her life was far from it. She was still homeless, and still too young to fend for herself, barely 6 moons old.

Fortunately she didn't have to worry tho. Wandering around the City, she happened to stumble upon a abandoned theater which was home of Shadowears. The Loner seeing her pitiful state and remembering recent events decided to take her in, giving her the name Freezekit before quickly naming her Freezepaw a moon after.

(While she's not part of any clan, she is now an honorary apprentice of Macaque's)

Now onto our redesign.

Now I changed his backstory a lot, since most my old backstories where concepts. Also now he doesn't look like rip off Litten. (I couldn't decide between Flametail or Redpelt, for his name)

Red son is the son of Ironwing(PIF) and Bullstar (DBK), His mother was exiled from StarClan when she was found out to be in love with a living cat. She was a darkforest spirit for awhile before Guanyin took pity and gave her back a living body.

Anyways onto Red sons actually Backstory.

Redson was born in desertclan, a warm sandy area surrounded by lava and volcanoes. They where 2 moons old when he met Peachstar (Monkey King) who at the time of the journey was demoted to Peachheart. He doesn't remember much just that Peachheart came to ask for help with something, and his father getting agitated with him. This wouldn't be his last encounter with him tho.

At 6 moons old, he was apprenticed to missingear(place holdername for Ironclad general.) As a apprentice Red paw/Flamepaw was bad tempered, messing with clan boarders, hunting where he wants and having no respect of the warrior code... (Cloudpaw 2.0 lol)

Because of his recklessness his mother feared he'd end up dead before he's a warrior, so at night she'd prayed to StarClan for them to help guide him on the right path. Apparently this ment sending down Lotusflame(Nezha) as his guide, the stary cat followed him everywhere and mentored him on his bad temper. Unofficially becoming his temporary mentor.

(Idk if I'm making this next part canon but thought I should add it) during his apprenticeship, Red son had been hunting closer to the city in hopes of finding better food then the stupid lizards in his clan. Unfortunately he was too careless and unfamiliar with the unfamiliar area, and was caught by a Twoleg.

The Twoleg had fitted him with a leather purple collar, planning on making him a disgusting Kittypet. Fortunately for him tho, he was only gone for a moon. He managed to escape the property the moment a door opened, and managed to find his way back home after a long journey. (Managing to get the collar off somehow)

(The rest is canon)

When he got back to his clan tho he was met with devastation, the clan was destroyed. All his clanmates where missing, including his father, the only one left was his mother IronWind. When asked what happened, she told him how after he was captured, Bullstar went out on a patrol to find him and never came back. During this a ban of rouges who had a vendetta against his dad, attacked the clan. Driving everyone out, his mom was only here in hopes of waiting for her love.

Upon hearing this, Red son was devastated. He wailed and begged for StarClan to help that night, but... There was no reply, not even Nezha answered. He doesn't remember when the spirit left, but he was certain with one thing StarClan was to blame for this. Refusing to help and sit on the sidelines to watch.

Despite his growing resentment, Red son gather enough courage to convince IronWing to follow him and find a new place to live. Eventually finding a place to live under a construction zone.

They weren't a clan anymore, even if they found a few of their lost warriors... What was a Clan without a leader, heaven knows his mother didn't want the position. What was a Clan without faith, what little faith he had faded over the years. Soon he was named a warrior though, and he could officially help his mom.

He spent years searching for his father, and then he did. bullstar was kept in a small cage inside a weird constructed building filled with other cats, among them was the rest of their lost warriors. Red son made a plan to break them out, unfortunately he had no idea a certain cat was gonna become a pain in his tail for a long time.

After getting his father out, he bumped into a kittypet who smelled of noodles. The kittypet seemed to have been spying and following them. Surprisingly stealthy, but not stealthy enough. The kittypet had made a noise that alerted the whole reunited clan.

And well, the rest is history (and will be touched upon some other time.)

[wordycheeseblob]

"Beware"

A/N: a short dark fairytale fic Inspired by this post over here

Featuring: Emma the Hunter, Gilbert as Mr. Wolf, and starring Roderich in the role of Little Red Riding Hood.

Warnings: mentions of blood and Gilbert

Word count: 730~

Emma was familiar with the woods.

She knew the dangers lurking within, unbeknownst to those foolish enough to trespass. The beast that preyed on unsuspecting travelers who strayed from their path. As a hunter, she sometimes helped these lost souls find their path anew. Until nightfall. Before it was too late.

The sky was tinted in a soft pink, the long day was finally approaching its end when she ran into a trail. Dark red droplets scattered leaving a thin streak on the frozen winter ground. The raspy call of crows confirmed her suspicions. Another victim, the second within a week. It was not long before the wolves showed themselves, invited by the deathly song, to tear the carcass while leaving the spare parts for the birds.

Emma spread the ice-covered barren branches, leading to a clearing. Grip tightening around the axe handle only to soften at the sight of a petite hooded figure, the red of their attire clashed in stark contrast with the freshly fallen snow. This is where the trail ended.

Even though she spent her whole life there, the forest kept its darkest secrets well guarded, hidden from the ordinary man, so despite practically growing up surrounded by the wilderness Emma still found things that mystified her.

"Hello? This is not a place to stroll"

Her words were met with silence, the stranger didn't as much as flinch at her sudden appearance. Emma worried her wording might have sounded too harsh, but this really was not the time and place for a regular civilian.

"Look, I'm sorry, you stand out like a sore thumb, dressing up bright red for a snowy day is not a good idea, especially in a place like this. You may attract someone. Predators and what have you. If you're lost there's a settlement not far away from here. I can take you there."

Huffing a vapor cloud, she wondered whether to approach any closer.

"Do you hear?"

The character did not move, did not turn, and did not speak a word in return.

"Let's move before it's-"

"Too late?" Emma quivered, but the cold was not to blame. The amiable voice didn't come from the figure but anywhere from the side.

"Mrs. Rabbit, well what a surprise to find you here so deep in the forest" A shadow branched out from the dark mass of trees.

Unlike the hideous monster rumors made him out to be, his beauty was alluring, ethereal even. Mr. Wolf wasn't here to scare, but to draw you in with his words, like the devil himself.

"Before it got dark, I was going to say," replied Emma dismissively, untying the wood from her shoulders. The bundle fell onto the snowy ground with a mute clatter. A matter of caution, both fleeing and throwing hands was easier with no weight on your back.

"Too bad," he said with a shrug,

"What are you going to do now?"

Emma gripped her weapon with one hand and tugged on the caped stranger's arm with the other.

"So that's your answer" Mr. Wolf only moved his head in lament. "To slaughter an innocent?" Beware that, when you fight monsters, you yourself don't become one"

Emma stood before the red hood defensively.

"Liar. You are no saint," she said through her teeth.

"Watch out for accusations." Emma wasn't sure if she imagined it, but his smile appeared sharper, like a predator showing its teeth.

"I have claimed to be innocent, not holy. Haven't done anything yet, have I? Instead, you should be concerned about protecting a sheep-clad wolf."

The stranger turned her way at last, but Emma could not see their face. It was as if she were gazing into the abyss itself under the dark hood and it felt... empty and hopeless. The same sensation she had looking into Mr. Wolf's eyes. It felt so strangely similar and every bit as chilling to the bone.

The shade moved as the sun sank behind the horizon, and Mr. Wolf moved with it. Closing In In no hurry, as if he were the one driving the light away.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. Because If you kill me..."

Emma pulled on the hooded stranger urging them to go, but they didn't budge, only observing In an unnervingly calm manner for the situation they found themselves in. Almost as if they were in no danger to begin with. As if they never were the prey.

"someone else will take my place"

[imagine-that-fanfics]

Never let go of hope PT.5

Okay so I changed my mind I'm posting this today too, lets say its to make up the fact I disappeared for a good while, it still wont let me do the color text in the last part for some reason but has let me do it on this one hopefully I'll figure it out Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

We walked along the path I had let Henry know to take, it had became nightfall quicker than usual and I knew that Peter was behind it and I also knew that walking through Neverland at night was not a smart idea so I stopped and turned to the others “alright we should rest for the night” Regina didn’t look too happy about that “we are not resting we are going to keep looking for my son” the blonde piped up “our son” “our son and we are getting off this island”  I wasn't too keen on her tone, it annoyed me and I had dealt with enough today “look I’ve been here for as long as I can remember and I know what dangers there are on this island so if I say we are resting then we’re resting” I snapped, Hook and Bae were shocked, I didn’t blame them I’m never like this, unless it was towards enemies Hook then spoke up “whoa love, you know I think you’ve picked up on some of Pans traits over the years without you knowing it” I glared up at him “shut up, that’s not true at all, I am nothing like that side of him, don't ever say that again” Bae interjected changing the subject “I think we should stop for now if (Y/N) says its not safe then I believe her, she knows what she’s talking about” they all looked at each other for a moment then reluctantly agreed to stop and I gave Bae a small smile in thanks.

After settling down I decided to take some time to think, I walked out to a spot in the surrounding area just outside the makeshift camp. I found a fallen log took a seat and gave out a deep sigh. Lost in thought I didn't hear the person who was approaching, I was startled when the other woman in the group who had short black hair sat down beside me and spoke “Hi, I’m Snow White, you can call me Snow” I smiled at her “nice to meet you” she smiled at me then her facial expression changed slightly I could tell she had some thing on her mind "is something wrong?" “May I ask? What did Hook mean by listening to your heart?” I sighed Knowing eventually someone would bring up Hooks stupid remarks, I looked out into the forest with a sad smile “he means that despite everything Pan has done I still saw good in Peter that maybe, hopefully he'd change that he'd become the person that I thought he could be" I let out another sigh and turned to face Snow "But I'm afraid that's never going to happen now” her face had softened a little after hearing what I had to say. “Why’s that?” I looked down at the ground still processing what transpired earlier on “he threatened to kill me… He’s never done that before… The thing is even after that a part of me still has hope, I still believe in him… And that makes my death even more possible… I suppose at least if I died it would save Henry” she looked at me in confusion and I smiled deciding not to let her know everything just yet “lets just say I have something he wants” I could tell she wanted to know more but she must have that it was best to leave it for the time being so she stood and began to leave headed back to the camp while I stayed to think things over more.

"Look I don't care what you say, I don't trust her" "Regina come on!, she's my friend, she's the one that helped me get off this godforsaken island the first time I was brought here and she even said herself she got Henry out of that camp and pointed him in our direction" Regina scoffed "please, you heard Hook she's his little pet it was a long time ago you were here last, who's to say she isn't part of Pans little sadistic game, and why only show Henry the way and not actually bring him to us herself?" "because I thought that if I let him go by himself and went back to camp I could divert Peter somehow and give Henry more time to get to you but unfortunately they noticed the lack of Henry's presence a lot quicker than I anticipated" I say as I make my way back through the trees to the camp. "And Peter and I's relationship isn't like that okay, never has" and never will, I think to myself. "look I know why you don't like him and why you would question my help but trust me when I say, I will get Henry back to you and he will be safe I promise, and I don't break my promises... Right Hook?" I turn to him and h seemed startled to have been brought into the conversation "u-uh Right yeah" the other man in the group who had been keeping to himself mostly coughed then spoke up "look lets just get some rest, it's late and not only do we need to find henry, we need to find Gold and Tink before we leave" Everyone agreed and went to there own selected area. I climbed up one of the near by trees hoping that I got at least some sleep although I knew I'd be up most of the night.

[ashleigghh]

Day 9- snowed in, Dorlene, 1371 words

When Marlene had asked Dorcas to accompany her on a week-long getaway to an adorable winter cabin she had agreed almost instantly, she got to visit the most beautiful, serene place AND spend extra time with her beloved girlfriend. It was a no-brainer, it had been booked, she had informed her work, and they were ready to go. 

It had been even better than expected, 7 days of pure bliss, a welcomed break from everyday life. It hadn’t exactly been a break from their friends, who they had discovered they were slightly co-dependent with. Marlene had called James about 17 times and messaged Peter practically every thought that had gone through her head, Lily had been on the receiving end of voice notes recounting everything they’d done even though she would be told again upon their return and Mary must have listened too and left a thousand voicemails by now, both of them just missing each other.

Dorcas liked to think she’d been better but truthfully she hadn’t. Pandora had been face-timed repeatedly, Regulus lingering in the back, not a huge fan of showing his face but still chiming in and messaging Dorcas a hundred times, both of them pretending they weren’t desperately missing the other. Evan had been lamenting her absence, complaining so frequently to Barty that he’d started recording it and sending it to the group chat. You would’ve thought they’d been apart for years from their reactions.

Marlene and Dorcas had had the best time, they had gone ice skating at this frozen-over lake that had rental skates and safety bars, surrounded by tall snowy trees and houses that looked like they could’ve been pulled out of a Christmas storybook. They had danced around on the ice for hours, taking some breaks to warm up with steaming mugs of hot chocolate, wrapped in thick blankets. 

There had been a Christmas market, stalls and all sorts of gifts, they’d spent more than what was reasonable filling bags with gifts for everyone they knew and decorations for their houses. Now, leaving with one more suitcase than they had arrived with, they were ready to leave. 

A large window seat protruded from the living room, allowing a better view of the forest, along with the flowerbed that lined the property. Several hours had been spent there, peering out at the haven that surrounded them.

Reluctantly they said goodbye to the cabin, mourned the loss of the cosy kitchen and lamented the return to separate beds in separate houses, no more mornings curled up together under a thick duvet, snow falling gently past the window as they procrastinated getting out of bed as long as possible.

“Love, I’m going to start the car,” Marlene calls from the living room to where Dorcas is standing in the kitchen mixing up two travel mugs of coffee. They have a long drive ahead of them and they’re going to need the warmth. 

There were a few seconds of silence, leaving Dorcas alone with her thoughts, which quickly drifted into a daydream of her future with Marlene before her voice called again, this time slightly panicked.

“We have a slight problem.” Dorcas abandons the mugs, assuming one of the bags has popped open or Marlene has lost her shoes but is instead met with a pile of snow sneaking into the house while Marlene frowns down at it like it will get up and leave. 

“How did we not notice that?” Dorcas laughs, walking over to the door and checking how stuck they’re going to be. The snow is quite deep, 10 or so inchs, nothing too drastic but enough that they are unable to get out, the car wouldn’t make it through. Marlene points to the closed blinds, kicking as much of the snow back out as she can and pushing the door to stop the cold getting in. 

“Sorry, I think we’re trapped here.” Marlene apologises quietly, not meeting Dorcas’ eye, its bizarre, and she isn’t quite sure why or what is happening. She shrugs, not minding that they get to spend at least another night there

“It’s not your fault, besides, I’m glad to spend more time with you.” She kisses Marlene’s cheek, not wanting to intrude too much when she’s clearly deep in thought, moving to kick of her shoes and grab their coffees afterwards.

When she returns to the living room Marlene is curled up into the arm of the sofa, looking oddly melancholic. Dorcas places the coffee on a coaster in front of her, draping a blanket over her lap when she passes to sit on the opposite side, cradling her mug in her hands and facing Marlene. 

“What’s up?” Marlene hums, breaking out of some sort of trance, so Dorcas repeats. Marlene shakes her head, and Dorcas can feel her heartbeat increasing, she can’t help but feel like something awful is about to happen, maybe Marlene had realised she didn’t like Dorcas anymore and wanted to break up. What would Dorcas even do? It wasn’t like getting on her knees and begging to be loved would help.

“You know I love you right?” Marlene’s quiet voice drifts over and Dorcas’ breath catches in her throat

“Yeah, I’ve got you beat though.” Dorcas tries to smile, bringing up a joke they always make about which one is more obsessed with the other, but it falls flat, silencing them both. 

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.” Marlene blurts out, moving her hands to push them down over her eyes, burying her face in her knees. Dorcas freezes, not sure how to react and not wanting to say the wrong thing, 

“I’m sorry?” Is what she eventually settles on, not keeping the confusion out of her voice, “What have I done to make you think I’m mad? I’m fine, I’m not mad at all.” 

Marlene laughs, lifting her eyes up to show slightly red eyes and tearstained cheeks, “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better

“I’m not lying!” Dorcas frowns, edging closer to Marlene, “I’m not mad, I don’t have any reason to be mad, I’m just happy to be here with you.” 

Marlene’s lip quivers and Dorcas thinks back to a conversation they had months ago. One of Marlene’s first real relationships hadn’t exactly been healthy, they would get mad for the tiniest thing, berating and arguing even when it wasn’t Marlene’s fault. It breaks Dorcas’ heart a little bit, thinking that someone could look at Marlene and not be prepared to lay the world at their feet, to want to control and manipulate her, to hurt her.

“I’m not- I wouldn’t do that,” Dorcas defends herself, she doesn’t blame Marlene for thinking like that, for jumping to the conclusion that Dorcas would be mad but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. “I’m not mad.”

“Okay, I believe you.” Marlene blinks away the tears, smiling over at Dorcas with a fondness that makes Dorcas want to marry her. She can tell she’s still wary but she thinks she’s done a good job making her trust that she isn’t mad.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that, assumed you were mad when you’ve been nothing but lovely, I just, I get in my head to much sometimes and I shouldn’t have dragged you into that because yo-”

“-Move in with me!” Dorcas interrupts, desperately trying to show Marlene that she isn’t going to break up with her and that she is truly, completely, maddeningly in love with her. It had been playing on her mind a lot anyway and she had been dreading leaving each other when they returned to their town. 

Marlene stumbles over all her words, not finishing her original sentence but not answering Dorcas either. She just stares, wide-eyed and shocked, her mouth hanging open very slightly. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have sprung that on you.” Dorcas rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, before Marlene throws herself at her, clasping her hands behind Dorcas’  neck and kissing her deeply. They’re slightly out of breath when Marlene pulls away, her cheeks flushed red and her mouth split into a wide, beaming smile.

“Yes! Yes I’d love to move in with you.”

[floatingmochi]

Thalassa

TW: Child abuse, Domestic Violence, Murder, Violence, Sexual Content

Thalassa (/θəˈlæsə/; Greek: Θάλασσα, translit. Thálassa, lit. "sea"; Attic Greek: Θάλαττα, Thálatta) was the general word for 'sea' and for its divine female personification in Greek mythology.

Eavinary is a continent in the world of Vesela. Vesela is a realm where gods walk freely in different parts of the world. Most of them are found in Eavinary. These gods aren't a lot like you're used to seeing. These gods, while they are immortal, can die just like any other mortal when it comes to being mortally wounded. They can only die from unnatural causes. Among these gods are the more well known ones. Life, Death, Sun, Moon, War, and Disease. They're the most known and the most feared.

The moon goddess is all six year old Aurora looks up to. She's read stories about this goddess, has heard how kind she is and how she could never hurt a soul. It's a good escape when you have a drunkard dad that comes home every night and beats your mother while you hide under your bed. And it goes on like that for the next ten years of their life. But everything changes when they turn fifteen and tragedy like never expected hits. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Being a little girl in a world full of gods and goddesses was certainly a difficult concept for a six year old to handle, especially when you were surrounded by nothing but bad things and evil people. 

When Aurora was six years old, her mother meant the world to her, she was her knight in shining armor and no one else could convince her otherwise. Her family lived in a relatively small village on the coast of the continent Taemora. Taemora is a sprawling landmass, characterized by its breathtaking diversity of landscapes. Towering mountain ranges, crowned with snow-capped peaks, stretch like the spine of a slumbering giant along the northern border. These mountains are rumored to hide secret valleys, where ancient tribes guard long-lost treasures. Or that's what her mother told her stories about. 

To the west, a vast, untamed wilderness unfolds, a realm of dense forests where colossal trees seem to touch the heavens. Deep within these woods, whispers of sentient flora and elusive forest spirits capture the imagination of daring adventurers.

As you venture eastward, the terrain transforms into a vast expanse of rolling, emerald-green hills, reminiscent of an artist's masterpiece. The plains were home to nomadic tribes who had mastered the art of horsemanship and whose grand caravans traversed the land in an endless dance of life and tradition.  Towards the south, the continent meets the sea with dramatic coastal cliffs that plunge into a crystalline, bioluminescent ocean. Here, hidden coves harbor pirate legends and rare, elusive sea creatures, while vibrant underwater cities of merfolk thrive in harmony with the tides.

Her mother told her all kinds of stories about the gods and where they came from, that no one quite knew, but that she did. "The Aurora Borealis, which dances in the northern skies, is believed to be a bridge between the mortal realm and the land of the gods, where the divine and the earthly converge." The soft voice of her mother echoed in her head, reminding her of how her name came to be. She'd go on and on about how the gods had blessed her mother with her existence, which is how she got her name, that she was the mortal who would unite god and man as one.

As her childhood continued, she lost faith in the gods, each new day a new bruise and the same grumpy brunette man screaming at her mother. The few times she spoke up, she shared a similar bruise to her mothers the next day. It got progressively worse into her preteen years when she started going by the name 'Rory', their mother adored their name and thought it fit them well. Their father was livid, they convinced themselves that he just didn't understand and tried to give him time. But it failed every time. Everyday, one new bruise.

Eventually, they stopped speaking all together to avoid any conflict. From ages eleven to thirteen they were silent, hardly ever spoke unless Arthur wasn't home. Arthur is what they started referring to their father as, they'd referred to him as such since they were ten.

Manipulators often exhibit a range of common signs and behaviors that can help you identify their attempts to control or deceive others.

 There were days where he was okay, the days when he was sober, the days he didn't recall any of his horrible actions and actually acted like a proper dad. One of those days, he tied a piece of pink twine into their hair and braided it down their back. 

Charm and Flattery: Manipulators often begin by showering their targets with excessive charm, compliments, and flattery. They aim to create a sense of trust and admiration.

He'd compliment it, say it was a nice color and that they should change it to look like that some day. That they'd be such a good and strong person one day and even that he was proud of them. It gave them hope.

  "..Dad?" Rory asked, glancing over their shoulder at Arthur as he braided their hair. "Yes sunshine?" He asked, a light hum in his voice. "...Why do you hurt mom?" They asked, bracing themselves for any form of violent action.

Gaslighting: Gaslighting is a form of manipulation where the person tries to make you doubt your own perception of reality. They may deny things they've said or done, making you question your memory or sanity.

  "I don't know what you're talking about, I'd never hurt you or your mother sweetheart" He said, his voice light, almost innocent sounding. "You know that don't you? why don't I make you something to eat, what would you like?" He asked. Rory paused, turning and facing him again. "My friends say that their moms talk about how you hit her with a lot of things because you drink too much" They said.

Isolation: They may try to isolate you from friends and family, making you more dependent on them for emotional support and validation. This isolation can make it easier for them to manipulate you.

    "I don't think these are good friends for you to be hanging around, they're putting this false information in your head, how about I get you more books and you can spend more time reading than trusting liars" Arthur said, going to the kitchen and starting on food, humming as he did so. "..But you hit me too, this bruise is from last week" They said quietly after having followed him into the kitchen, watching him turn to face them and come closer, kneeling in front of them. Manipulative Pity: They might pretend to be in a constant state of distress or crisis, using your sympathy to manipulate you into doing what they want.    "Oh Sunshine, I'm so sorry, I've just been under so much stress recently with trying to get a new job....I don't mean to hurt you" Arthur said, tears forming in his eyes as he started to hug Rory. "I'm so sorry baby, I really didn't mean to, I'm just so stressed and I need to be able to get a job so I can give you and your mother a better life" He said.

And they believed it.

The hope disappeared slowly overtime, disappearing entirely on the evening of their fifteenth birthday.

Rory never got much on their past birthdays, a book here and there, they were always happy with what they got. But every year their mother, Eve, never failed to get them a new birthday outfit. This year it was a pretty knee length powder blue dress with ruffles towards the bottom and they wore their pair of black dress shoes. She did their hair up in a fishtail braid and added a blush pink bow to the end of the braid.

   "Look at you, absolutely gorgeous" Eve spoke, giving their child a kiss on the cheek. The faint purple of a bruise could slightly be seen through the makeup on her face, her ash blonde colored hair draped over her shoulders covering the bruises on her collarbone and neck. Her brown eyes withholding tears in them, breathing out she put a necklace around their neck, a pink seashell with beads on each side on a leather cord. "Perfect, now you're ready" She said. Rory stood from their place at the vanity, following their mother out to the dimly lit living area, seeing a table with a small cake with a singular candle wick in it. It burned brightly, and there was a gift on the table wrapped in paper.

They sat at the table, smiling at their mother as they unwrapped their gift, letting out a soft gasp when it was unwrapped. It was a leather bound book, upon opening it the pages were blank, it was a diary. "Oh...it's beautiful" They said softly. "Thank you mom-" They started, the door slamming open seconds later. The wind from outside blowing out the candle wick on the cake. It was Arthur standing in the doorway, very clearly intoxicated, it very quickly went quiet. 

Abusers may overreact for several reasons, and it's important to note that their behavior is not justified or acceptable. Overreactions are often a manipulation tactic and a form of control. 

    "Did I miss you singing happy birthday?" He asked, his words slurring from the content of alcohol in his body. "No, I was just about to sing" Eve spoke up timidly. Arthur nodded towards her, motioning for her to start before pausing. "Wait, the candle isn't lit, can't you do a single damn thing woman? its a fucking candle for a cake and you can't even light the fucking candle, what the hell is wrong with you? useless bitch" He said. 

"There's no need to overreact Arthur, it's Rory's birthday, I think you need to tell them something" Eve said. "I can react however I damn well please, and I don't need to tell her shit, I created her if anything I should be celebrated" He said. "Them, we talked about this, they don't like us using she or her, please don't disrespect their wishes Arthur...they're fifteen" She said. "Good! then I can go ahead and marry her off so she can stop wasting my time" He scowled. "Over my dead body you will" Eve said, gaining a bit of a back bone for once during the past fifteen years of her marriage. "She's my baby and you are not getting rid of her" She said.

Arthur went silent, sitting on the chair, avoiding eye contact. Eve cut him a piece of cake, bringing over a plate and handing it to him. "You know Eve, you really should be careful with the phrasing of your sentences" He said, grabbing the hand of hers that held the knife and twisting her wrist and grabbing it and stabbing her in the abdomen. After that first motion, he couldn't stop, he had dropped the plate and started stabbing erratically, all over here body. The blood soaking into the wood floor and her struggling to try and crawl away and failing as Arthur stabbed into her spine, stopping her ability to move her legs and she just let out weak cries and screams while reaching for Rory. Her child that stood only a few feet away, eyes wide in shock and unable to make a single noise or move a single inch as they watched their mother being butchered by the man who they used to call their father.

Control and Power: Abusers often seek to maintain control and dominance in their relationships. In some cases, killing or threatening to kill their victims can be seen as the ultimate way to exert power and instill fear.

Running was all they could do. Their heart was pounding loudly in their ears, feeling like it was about to jump out of their chest. Their breathing became shallow and rapid, it began to feel difficult to get air into their lungs, they collapsed to the floor behind their locked bedroom door. The faded echoing of slamming on the door. They felt hot and cold at the same time, and their chest felt like it was squeezing itself harshly, their hands were shaking. They felt nauseous and dizzy. They needed to move, they knew they needed to get out. They needed to run. They didn't know where to go, but they needed to run.

 Panic is often accompanied by an intense and irrational fear that can be triggered by a specific situation, object, thought, or physical sensation. This fear is out of proportion to the actual threat, and the individual may have difficulty explaining or rationalizing it.

They set their sights on the window in their room, they blinked but suddenly they thudded to the grass outside their bedroom window and then they were running. They spread their wings out of their back and tried taking off the ground, jumping, crying, unable to catch their breath. They heard a crash from inside the house and gave up and started running and didn't look back. They couldn't turn back, not now, not ever. Their mother was dead. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Please stay tuned for new chapters every other Sunday on Wattpad. This is a story based on my minecraft lore based SMP called Wisper SMP, streamed on twitch every other week, told from the perspective of the water goddex Rory and things that have happened in their life.

[holdmytesseract]

Frozen Hearts?

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request: "Hi um..this is my first time asking and I don't know if your taking requests but I was wondering if you could do a Daryl and the reader get into a heated argument about how the reader went missing for a couple of days while on a run and Daryl goes after them but can't find them so he thinks that the same thing happened to them like the same thing happened to Sophia (if that makes any sense?) And after a couple days after Daryl lits a building on fire for some reason? And reader comes stumbling out of the building and Daryl sees that and the listener is just trying to get away from the fire and Daryl just grabs them and drags them away. Then he throws them on the ground and starts to yell at them and the listener starts to yell back and you could choose the rest :D Thank you!! ^^" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: You get lost on a run, due to a herd of walkers overrunning the small town you and your group went to. Daryl spends days outside, searching for you. When he does find you, it comes to a heated argument…

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff - walkers, fire, injuries, angst, fluff

Set in Season 9!

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: Ahhhh, I love thiiis! Hope you like it as well, nonny! 🥰 Thanks for requesting! 😁

Quick note: I know, it's unlikely for wood to burn, when there's snow outside and so on, but ahhh, it just fit so well... Sorry, I hope you guys don't mind!

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MASTERLIST

The wind howled around the houses of Alexandria. It was going to be a few hard months, everyone could tell. There wasn't much time left before the start of the winter. About one or two weeks - according to Eugene. So, the goal was to get as much supplies as somehow possible, in order to get everyone through those cold months ahead. Everybody helped as best as possible - including you. Together with a few other citizens from Alexandria, you went on a run to gather some more medical stuff. There was a small town - about a day ride away from the community. Daryl had found it on a hunt a few weeks ago. The town was in the forest, rather hidden, so you hoped it was most widely untouched.

Leading a group of three people, you made your way to the said town in the planned time slot. It took you almost exactly 24 hours. Together, you had searched for a safe place to stay the night. Everything went smoothly. Even the break in of the abandoned doctor's office. But once you all had made it out alive and well, everything went south on a sudden. Seemingly out of nowhere, a big herd of walkers - probably about 30 or 40 literally overran the town. There were too many of them and too less of you to fight them off, and in between all the panic and trouble, you got separated from the group...

Daryl didn't come often to Alexandria these days. He spent the most time out in the woods, still searching for Rick and trying to somehow get over his grief. It wasn't that easy, though. Alexandria just reminded him even more of his lost brother, so he didn't turn up a lot. But when he paid the community a visit, then because of one reason... You. You two knew each other since the prison and grew incredibly close over the time and all the shitty, horrible things you experienced together with your family.

This time he walked through the steel gates of Alexandria, it was the same reason as always... You.

The archer greeted everyone he saw on his way, until he reached your small, cosy house. Just as he wanted to knock at the door, his actions got interrupted by a voice behind him. "She isn't here, Daryl." Michonne. Word had spread fast, that the archer was back in the community. He spun around to face his friend. "What ya mean, she ain't here?" Michonne took a deep breath and stepped closer, pulling the winter coat she wore ever tighter. It was freezing. "Y/N went out on a run three days ago. Things went south. A large herd of walkers overran the small town you found and-" Daryl felt how his heart beat increased, pumping more blood through his veins. "She dead?" He asked dryly, tears already starting to build up in his eyes. Daryl lost his brother... He couldn't lose you, too. But to his sheer relief, shook Michonne her head. "No... Just missing. We hope she isn't dead, but... We don't know. Two people of her group came back and told us." "Did you search for 'er?" The leader of Alexandria squeezed her eyes shut and began to slowly shake her head. "We wanted, but like you see, it already started to snow. Eugene's weather forecast wasn't exactly correct. A snow storm is coming - and we both know it'd be too dangerous to go out there now. I'm sorry." Daryl clenched his teeth, felt how anger started to flood his system. Snow storm or not. It was no excuse to just leave you out there alone with dozens of walkers and other threats. "For you." Daryl simply said, before he rushed past Michonne. "Daryl! You can't go out there now! Especially not alone!" He adjusted his poncho and tapped the side of his right thigh to let Dog know he should follow him - which the dog immediately did out course. "You can't stop me! I ain't sittin' here around 'n lettin' Y/N out there alone, jus' because of a little bit snow." Michonne tried to argue with the archer, but it was no use of course. Daryl didn't listen to another word his friend said, slung his crossbow back over his shoulder and marched straight for the gates. "Come on, Dog." Dog barked at the call of his name and quickly followed his master. Michonne followed the pair as well, still trying to stop her friend. "Daryl!" He didn't listen, of course. Once Daryl Dixon was determined to do something, there was no stopping him. Before the leader of Alexandria was able to catch up with the archer, the heavy metal doors got already closed shut behind him.

Daryl searched for you. Day after day after day. His first destination had been of course the small town you went to on the run. There had been still quite a few walkers - some of them on the verge of freezing to the ground. Daryl quickly got rid of them and searched together with Dog every nook and cranny of the town. "Y/N?!" The small school. Empty. "Y/N?!" The doctor's office. Empty. "Y/N?!" The supermarket. Empty. He searched everywhere, even at the gas station, but he found nothing besides a few other walkers. Usually, the archer had no problem in finding people. He was a tracker, it was his forte, but the horrible weather conditions and the constant snow fall made the situation worse. Together with the constant wind, erasing all traces, it was almost impossible. But Daryl wouldn't be Daryl, if he gave up just yet, so he continued to look for you for another few days, scoured the area around the town for you - but it was no use. He just couldn't find you. It bothered Daryl. More than he was ready to admit. The fact that you were still missing unlocked something deep inside him. Not just fear, no... Awful flashbacks from the beginning. The dreadful day little Sophia went missing. How he and the others - but especially he searched for days - almost weeks, but couldn't find her. He couldn't find the girl. Daryl failed. And because of that, they lost Sophia. The archer would never forget the moment she walked out of that damn barn, hissing and snarling - turned into a walker. He would never forget how Carol broke down, crying. Or how Rick shot her in the head in front of everybody. What if history was repeating itself? What if that was exactly what happened to you as well? Gods, he could never forgive himself if that was the case. Daryl just had to find you.

Another day passed. Over a week and you were still missing. The only good thing was, that the harsh snow storm had stopped. Now it was just bitterly cold outside. Daryl's plan of searching led him even further away from Alexandria.

He and Dog had everything under control, scoured profoundly the area - until the archer found himself in a very unpleasant situation... A large herd of walkers surprised him, caused him and Dog to run for their lives. The archer didn't know how this could happen. They just came out of nowhere. While he tried to get away from the hungry, snarling threat behind him, he tried to think of a plan to get rid of them. Fate seemed to be good to him for once. A small, wooden hut came in sight, as he quickly walked - running was for a longer period not possible, due to the snow. Panting, he searched in his pockets for matchsticks. This could work, he thought. No... It had to work. Fighting them was no option. Taking on twenty plus walkers alone could be difficult. And he couldn't run away forever as well. It would drain his energy - and he hadn't exactly that much left anyways. Setting this hut on fire was probably his only chance. Daryl just hoped, that the wood wasn't too wet from the snow. He had to try it, hadn't he? So, he marched as fast as possible up to the hut.

 After a few desperate tries of getting the old wood to burn and the threatening snarling coming closer and closer, he finally made it. The wood caught fire. Daryl rounded the small hut to bring himself and Dog into safety, watching the fire spreading quickly. Soon, it would go up in flames. Daryl was relieved that his plan worked out - until he saw the back door of the hut bursting open. Someone stumbled out of the hut, coughing. The archer narrowed his eyes, only to recognise that it was... His eyes immediately widened again. You... It was you! Daryl literally jumped up from his hiding spot, "Stay, Dog." and ran over to you. "Y/N!"

You were still coughing heavily as you tried to get away from the fire. You tried to run, but it was impossible, like the searing pain in your leg reminded you immediately. A painful hiss escaped your lips. You looked down, examined the gaping wound on your thigh again. It was bleeding - again. You somehow made it to slice open your thigh as you tried to escape from the walkers, back in that small town. "Y/N!" You lifted immediately your head at the call of your name - and saw a figure running towards you. You couldn't believe your eyes. Was this...? Could it be? "Daryl?!" You cried out, hissing in pain again. He reached you a few moments later, holding onto your shoulders. "Y/N?! Are ya alright?" You nodded with tears in your eyes. Gods, you were so happy to see him. "Y-Yeah, just... Hurt my leg..." Daryl quickly gazed down to take a look at the wound, but got distracted by the herd of walkers getting closer and closer, reminding him of the threat, which was on its way to the burning hut. "C'mon. We gotta get away from 'ere." The archer wrapped your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist to steady you and help you walk.

Of course, was Daryl happy that he had found you, but the bottled up feelings and fears of losing you just like he lost Sophia, caused his blood to boil. It was only a matter of time, until he was going to burst - something you couldn't know. Once he had brought you into safety, he let go of you - literally pushing you away from him, his feelings taking over and resulting in you, stumbling backwards and falling to the snowy ground, because of your injured leg. "Daryl, what-" You wanted to ask, but he didn't let you. "Goddamnit, Y/N! What were ya thinkin'?!" He yelled. You looked up at him confused. What was that now about? You questioned yourself. Why was he suddenly yelling? The sudden off behaviour of your friend turned your mood sour as well. "What the hell, Daryl? Why are you yelling at me? What's your problem?" Daryl scoffed. "What my problem is?!" He looked around, as if trying to somehow compose himself - without success. "You are my problem, woman! Why did ya go on that damn run, alone?!" Now it was your time to scoff. "I wasn't alone! I had a team!" "Ya call those three Savior pricks a team? For god's sake, Y/N... That ain't a team! They left ya alone out there, saved their own asses and went back to Alexandria! Why didn't you take Aaron with ya? Or Rosita? Or me?" You swallowed hard at his words. Did they really do that? Did they really give up on you? "Ya could've died! Bit or eaten by a walker - or worse! What if the Whisperers would've found ya?! Ya could've been killed!" "Right, Dixon! Could have! But I didn't!" You stood up from the cold ground. Your leg protested against this, but you didn't care, ignored the pain and just clenched your jaw. "I can look after myself!" You turned on your heels, ready to walk away. "I don't need a watchdog - and I certainly don't need you!" Ouch. Those words cut deep. It was an invisible punch to the gut. Daryl was like petrified for a moment, as he watched you hobble away, further into the woods. He didn't know, that you regretted the thing you said immediately, but you were too angry to take it back. The archer swallowed hard, now angry at himself for letting his bottled-up feelings take over. Did you really mean that? You didn't need him? This heated argument made Daryl realise two things. One: He cared about you - a lot. And two: No matter if you didn't need him. He needed you.

Afraid, that he might have lost you for real now, he quickly ran after you, with Dog close behind. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" You heard him calling for you, but didn't even think about stopping. "Please!" But Daryl was quicker on foot than you were and not injured, so he quickly caught up on you. "Y/N, please! 'M sorry!" He gently grabbed your arm to turn you around. "Oh now you're sorry?!" You yelled at him. "You almost killed me by burning this damn hut down and then you just yelled at me without a reason and now you're sorry?!" Daryl hung his head, long, brown strands of his curls falling into his face. "'M sorry..." He repeated, causing you to just scoff, before you turned around and began to walk away once again. That was the moment Daryl realised, that it was probably time to open up to you. To let the true feelings speak. Not his anger.

"I-I jus' yelled at ya, 'cause..." He sighed. "'Cause I was worried sick. Was almost shittin' myself when Michonne told me that ya didn't come back from the run... That the others lost ya... I went out, searchin' for ya, day after day. I was so afraid of losin' ya... So afraid of failin' to find ya - jus' like I failed finding Sophia." You stopped abruptly in your tracks at his words and felt your heart aching at his words. "I yelled at ya, 'cause I care 'bout ya, Y/N... A lot... I couldn't stand losin' ya. I-I need ya. Dunno what to do with myself if ya would be dead." You expected a lot for him to say - but certainly not that. His words literally left you breathless, as he opened up his heart for you.

Without hesitation, you turned to face him, smiling softly. "Daryl Dixon..." You started, shaking your head. "You never fail to surprise me." Daryl looked at you, stunned. "I jus' poured out ma heart to ya - and you... smile?" "Uh, um, yes, because now I know that the feeling is mutual." He furrowed his brows. "M-Mutual?" You nodded, stepping closer to him, until you could place your hands on his grey poncho clad chest. All the anger suddenly vanished; thrown out of the window. Daryl flinched a bit at your sudden touch, didn't see it coming. "I care about you, too, Daryl. So much that it often keeps me awake at night, when you are out there alone to search for Rick or hunt. I liked you from the very beginning. From the day you and the others saved us from Woodbury and brought us to the prison." You smiled even wider, rubbed your hands affectionately over his chest. "Okay, admittedly, I was a bit scared of you at first, 'cause you were quite a bit intimidating, but... I-I guess with time turned intimidation into admiration. Admiration turned into affection. Affection turned into a crush, and well... The crush turned into love. W-What I'm tryin' to say is... I-I think I l-love you." Daryl blinked, still visibly stunned. He needed a moment to catch up. But once, the words had fully sunk in, a warm feeling started to spread throughout the archer's body. A feeling, he never felt that strong in his life before, but he always knew was there – since the prison. Love. It couldn't be something different. Slightly awkwardly, he lifted his hands to place them on your hips, pulling you gently closer. "Love ya, too." The words he never used in his life before, slipped so easily over his lips all of a sudden.

You were beaming now. Your face almost started to hurt from all the smiling. Quickly, you pressed a short, soft kiss on Daryl's lips, taking him by surprise once again. He looked at you shocked at first, but then started to smile, blushing. "Can we go home now, please?" You asked after staring into his beautiful blue eyes for a long moment. "I'm freezing my ass off and this-" You pointed to your thigh. "Really hurts." Daryl nodded quickly, "'Course." and quickly moved to pick you up bridal style. A soft squeak left your lips, followed by a giggle. "Daryl! What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" You shook your head, still giggling, but clasped your hands around his neck. "You can't carry me all the way." Daryl started to walk, whistling for Dog to follow him. "I can and I will. Gotta take care of ma woman." My woman... You liked the sound of that.

[the-broken-truth]

Can you do god for war yandere freya x reader where the reader is bleeding out in the cold forest after running away from a group of cannibals after they kidnapped her but she managed to escape and is now in the forest limping and ends blacking out in the snow but Freya comes to her rescue and keeps her at her home but ends up becoming obsessed with her and won't let her leave.

Broken Truth: A Yandere Freya, huh? Sounds simple enough. Now, let the words weave together.

The frozen wind howled as the lonely figure shrugged through the snow with one hand holding an open wound on the other similar limb, but blood leaked through the fingers and stained the ground below, leaving a trail of red dots in the snow beside a deep trail of movement. Her breath was weak as she grunted and whimpered in pain while one leg dragged behind the other one, she barely had the strength to keep an eye open to see where she was going. She was going to die if she didn't get to safety soon and tend to her wounds but all she could see was more and more snow and her vision was beginning to split and waver back and forth.

She was [Name] and she just survived an attack by some cannibals that attacked her home and took her while she was resting for a long day of work; how they knew where she lived she didn't know, they must have followed her or happened upon her cabin while looking for prey to eat. Her wounds from the knife were deep and she was losing blood fast, she needed help and fast.

She grunted and fell into the snow, curling up and hugging herself in an attempt to keep herself warm but she was shivering cold. She looked ahead and through her blurry vision she saw some kind of structure but she couldn't make out what it was, she was fading fast. When she closed her eyes, she heard the sound of a door opening and someone getting closer to her but that was all he heard before she passed out and knew no more.

[An Unknown Amount of Time Passes]

The crackling of the fire filled the room as [Name] grunted and opened her eyes, blurry, she blinked a few times before she managed to get them to focus and the area around her was unfamiliar: She was in a small room with a table and shelves that held herbs and ingredients, a fire with a cauldron bubbling water, a soft bed and...

'Am I bandaged?' She thought to herself.

She lifted her right arm - the one that she remembered holding when she was cut by the cannibal's knife - and it was wrapped in some kind of white cloth that was lightly stained with her blood. She felt...better but...

*The creaking of a door*

She quickly placed her arm down and closed her eyes - faking sleep - as the sound of footsteps walked into the room. The sound got closer to her and the gentle touch of someone's hand was placed on her forehead but the other person chuckled before speaking.

"I know that you are awake. There is no need to be afraid, I shall not harm you." The kind voice said. [Name] was cautious but she knew that there was no reason to fake being asleep when the other person knew that she was away. She slowly opened her eyes and came face to face with the smiling face of a woman with long brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and brown eyes; she was beautiful in [Name's] eyes.

"There we are. How are you feeling?" The woman asked as she removed her hand from [Name's] forehead and walked over to the cauldron and dropped some berries in the water.

"I...I am fine." [Name] spoke in a low voice, causing the woman to get a chair and sit beside the bed the girl was laying in.

"Well, you are far from fine, I'll tell you that much; the damage to your body was great and you lost a lot of blood in the forest." The woman said as she looked at [Name] with a smile before opening her mouth to speak, "My name is Freya. Can I learn your name?"

"I...I am [Name] of Midgard." [Name] said and the woman nodded before getting up and walking over the fire again, getting a wooden bowl and dipping it in the water before walking over to the bed again,

"I need you to drink this," Freya said as she held the drink to [Name's] lips but [Name] shook her head and moved her lips away from the rim of the bowl, "I know that you are untrusting of me but I am only doing this to aid you. Please, trust me." Freya begged and [Name] did as she asked before falling asleep again.

Time passed on and [Name's] injuries were getting better, she was able to walk around the lands that surrounded Freya's home; [Name] thought it was lovely but she wanted to go home but Freya would tell her that she wasn't ready to leave and would give her berry soup to help her sleep.

But one day, Freya was gone for the day to collect herbs for her elixirs and left [Name] alone at home, letting the girl explore the cabin. [Name] went into Freya's room and looked around when she spotted a small journal and grabbed it, she flipped through the pages until he saw her name on the page, and what she read made her blood run cold.

[Name] is getting better and I couldn't be angrier about that; I need her to remain hurt for just a while longer so that I can gather the ingredients to make the memory loss potion so that she could stay with me forever. She's so lovely and I have been alone for so long, now that she is here, I won't let her leave me. [Name] is mine and mine alone and I'll do whatever I have to do to keep her with me. Even if I have to break her body and put it back together myself.

[Name] dropped the journal and ran out of the room and was about to open the front door when it opened and Freya walked in with a smile on her face, a very dark smile. She looked over [Name's] shoulder and saw her room door open and she began chuckling.

"So, you know the truth now... It doesn't matter. You are mine and I am going to keep you here with me forever once you drink this potion." Freya said as she held up a potion with one hand and used the other hand to call the long roots from the ground to entrap [Name] in their snare; causing her to struggle. Freya walked over to her and opened the potion bottle.

"And now...you and I will be together forever."

[thereaderinsertlady]

Of course!! I'd looove to write for Snatcher 🥺. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

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Snatcher x Reader - Horrible Night

“You’re such a fool,” Snatcher muttered lowly, covering your limp body with a warmed blanket whilst eyeing the bandages that covered you. You were in his abode, resting upon the carpet in the middle of the room, and... wasn’t looking so good. You were alive, and would be fine later, but... “Ugh...”

He moved over to his maroon chair, flopping down into it with a deep sigh. He rubbed his head, watching as you slowly breathed in and out, in and out... He thought back to how you got injured, and flicked his tail against the wooden floor in irritation. He should have killed Vanessa while he still had the chance, but he wanted to make you were alright above everything else.  

“...This night was supposed to be fun,” he murmured, remembering the concerned looks of his minions when he first found out that you were missing— and their horrified looks when they saw you bleeding in his arms when he returned, clinging to him in your unconscious state. He tried to wipe the memory from his mind, but he kept thinking back to the event.  

Slowly, he stared down at his claws, seeing they still had some of your blood on them. With a flick of his wrist, he magically cleaned his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. He really didn’t want to think about what had happened— especially since he became a... more monstrous version of himself for a handful of minutes, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about it.  

Snatcher covered his face, curling up in the chair a little. He couldn’t stop thinking about the sinking feeling in his non-existent gut when he saw fresh footsteps in the snow leading to Vanessa’s manor. He couldn’t stop thinking about Vanessa, and watching as she dropped your unconscious body to the hard floor when her gaze landed on him. He couldn’t stop thinking about his claws sinking into Vanessa, throwing her through a wall to get her away from you.  

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried.  

A groan escaped him, and he slouched back in his chair. He stared at the ceiling of his abode. He wished there was a way to remove his thoughts completely, because he just... hated thinking about the past. Sure, this ‘past’ is quite recent, but... still, he didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about the mistakes he made, and that he should have never left you by yourself. You were always with him while moving through the forest’s path, so of course you wouldn’t know your way that well...  

...After a long moment, he glanced over to you, watching you shift around on the floor uncomfortably. He frowned a little, going over and carefully picking you up. He... stared for a while, eyeing some of your bruises, before placing you onto the soft maroon chair. You moved around a little to try and get more comfortable, settling your head on the armrest. He reached over to fix the blanket, making sure that you were mostly covered.  

Snatcher petted your head for a brief moment, seeming to think about several things at once... “Poor thing,” he muttered, “I’m glad you’re alright... You must’ve been so scared, so terrified, so...” He grimaced, realizing that he was talking to himself.  

Though, soon enough, he slowly began to think about what you probably thought while becoming lost in his forest. Perhaps you had figured one of his minion’s houses would be off the main path or away from the village. He never really spoke to you about Vanessa— he really hated to think about her in general— so of course you’d think there would be a minion or two in the snowy area. He should’ve warned you not to go near the snow— he was just so stupid!  

Snatcher let out a soft, frustrated growl, now glaring out the entrance to his home. A few minions were scattered about with their little candy buckets, but they all knew to stay away from his abode— at least until he calmed down a bit. He thought about what he could’ve done differently, slowly frowning more and more. He could’ve stayed with you— he should’ve stayed with you... But he didn’t, since he figured you would be okay on your own, and because he had to make sure his other minions were having fun. All of tonight could’ve been prevented if he had just, if he had...  

“Snatcher?” Came your soft voice, causing him to stiffen and snap his head towards you. “Are you...” You frowned, “Are you okay?”  

...Snatcher let out a scoff. “I should be the one asking that, not you.”

You wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself, sighing. “I suppose so,” you murmured a bit hoarsely, “But still... are you alright? You look like you just seen a ghost,” you weakly joked.  

Snatcher stared at you for a moment, and... sighed, looking away. “Yeah, I’m... fine, I guess. There isn’t much out there that can kill me, y’know. However... there is a lot of things that can kill you.”

...You nodded in agreement, settling back in his maroon chair. “That’s... true,” you said, lightly shivering when you recalled the scary shadow-lady's claws wrapping around your neck. You reached up to rub your throat. “Mmh... I’m sorry for making you so worried...”  

“You should be sorry,” he said with a huff, slowly moving towards you. “You nearly died.”

“But I didn’t,” you said, smiling weakly.  

“...Yeah,” he grumbled, sitting on one of the arm rests, “Because I saved you. You’re lucky I came in when I did, or else she would’ve chopped you up into little bits and bake you into a pie!”

You giggled quietly. “I doubt she would’ve. At most, she’d throw my body to those little statues that hang around her manor.”  

Snatcher seemed like he wanted to say something else... but sighed instead, closing his eyes for a very long moment. Though, he didn’t expect you to reach over and hold his hand.  

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I mean it.”  

...He became a little flustered, smacking his tail against the floor. “Y-Yeah, yeah... whatever. I only saved you because you’re cute, I hope ya know.”

You smiled a bit more, relaxing. After a while, you slowly closed your eyes again, wanting to rest up so you can speak with Snatcher more later...  

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Banished

Request: Yes / No  roan x reader (smut preferably) where you get banished from skaikru about a month in after landing on earth and you meet roan. since he’s wounded and you’re a healer you patch him up and end up travelling together and become rlly close?? idk i read your trick or treat fic and it was my favourite roan fic i’ve read (and i’ve read them all...no shame)😭 @szhead31​

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Roan x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1735

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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“What do you mean I’m kicked out?” I asked Clarke and Bellamy. 

“Y/N, you’ve been a danger to the camp.” Bellamy said with his arms crossed. 

“A danger? I’m a damn healer!” I shouted. 

“And half of the people in our infirmary are because of you!” He shouted back at me. 

“Enough!” Clarke shouted, stopping anything before it started. 

“Y/N, Bellamy’s right. You’ve been fighting everyone in camp and with the Grounders wanting to kill us, we need to think of the bigger picture.” She said and I scoffed. 

“Ya know what? I don’t even care anymore. Screw all of you and I hope the Grounders kick your ass!” I shouted and stormed out of the dropship. I went to my tent and grabbed my shit then left without another word. Those assholes can kiss my damn ass. 

*One Month Later*

I was out hunting in the snow. I don’t entirely remember how I got here, but I was alive so that’s all that matters. I had the perfect angle on the deer I was hunting when all of a sudden a scream scared it away. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned. I decided that I should run and see who was screaming. Maybe someone from camp got lost and I could fix them up, it was the damn doctor in me… If I heal them maybe they’ll see I’m not as bad as everyone says I am! I pushed myself to run faster and found a man leaning against a tree with a serious wound in his stomach. I’m honestly surprised his guts weren’t falling out. I kneeled down by his side and quickly pulled out my supplies. 

“Who are you?” He asked with a groan. 

“I’m here to help, who are you? What happened?” I asked as I started to work on his stomach. 

“I am Roan, Prince of Azgeda.” He answered then hissed in pain. 

“Don’t move, I need to disinfect it before I stitch you up. Here, bite on this.” I said and pushed a cloth into his mouth. He bit down on it and continued my work. It took about a half hour to patch him up enough to get him somewhere safe. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked as we were walking through the forest. 

“My Father was a doctor, he taught me everything I know.” I answered with a small smile. 

“Your Father taught you well.” He said, returning my smile. 

“Up ahead, there’s a small cabin I found, I’ve been staying there.” I said and pointed at the building ahead. He nodded and the two of us quickly but carefully made our way into the cabin. I laid him on the bed and checked his wound again. 

“If you’re a Prince, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn’t you have guards with you?” I asked. 

“I was banished so my people could join with the Commander.” He said sadly. 

“Your parents banished you?” I asked shocked and he nodded sadly. 

“Why are you out here on your own?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“Same reason you are. I was banished because my people thought I was more dangerous than the Grounders.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“I was a healer to my people, there weren’t many, but the two people that basically put themselves in charge kicked me out because I kept fighting people. Those people talked a lot of shit about me and I was just making sure they knew not to mess with me, turns out that putting your own people in the infirmary while at ‘war’ isn’t a great idea.” I half laughed. 

“How long have you been out here?” He asked. 

“About a month, maybe a little more.” I shrugged. 

“You’re strong.” He smiled and his eyes slowly started to close. 

“Get some rest, I’ll check on you in the morning.” I said and walked off to make myself food. 

*Another Month Later* 

Roan had healed well. He was strong and wanted to get better. He was actually a very good patient and did everything I asked of him. The two of us got to know each other while he was healing and he was amazing. At first he was pretty reserved and hesitant to let me into his life, but eventually he opened up to me. He was sweet with a very strong sense of loyalty. When he was finally better I thought he would just leave, which broke my heart at the thought, but he stayed. He explained to me how he was a bounty hunter and asked me to join him on his adventures. I had agreed, but we always ended up coming back to the cabin we now claimed as ours. The two of us knew we had developed feelings for one another, but we never fully confessed. Sure we acted like a couple, but it was never solidified. That was until we got snowed in our cabin with no way of leaving. 

“I suppose it’s good that we got extra food yesterday when we were out.” I said and Roan smiled. 

“I suppose you’re right.” He said and joined me in the bed. Roan pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest. We sat in silence, revelling in the warmth that our bodies gave to each other. After a few minutes Roan pulled my face up to look at him and he did something unexpected. He held my chin with two of his fingers and gently kissed me. I was breathless when he broke away, his eyes shining as he admired me. 

“What was that for?” I whispered. 

“I just finally got the courage to confess how I feel.” He said and I smiled with a slight blush dusting my cheeks. 

“I feel the same way.” I said and kissed him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but it quickly turned hotter. The two of us were feeling each other’s bodies and enjoying the feelings. When Roan dipped into my pants I pulled away. 

“Wait, I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” I said, blushing deeply and looked away. Roan grabbed my face and made me look at him. 

“Let me teach you. We’ll be nice and warm after.” He said with a small smirk. There was something about Roan that made me trust him with all of my heart. 

“Okay…” I whispered. Roan pulled my shirt off and then my pants were quick to follow. My arms immediately went to cover my chest. 

“What about you?” I asked. He smirked and rid himself of his clothing, naked. Roan gently pried my arms from my chest and smiled. 

“Beautiful.” He hummed and kissed me, making my cheeks turn pink. 

“No need to be shy, Y/N.” He promised. He gently pushed me to lay on the bed and his lips went to my chest. 

“Roan…” I breathed, lacing my fingers into his brown hair. He pulled my underwear from me and looked up at me for consent. I gave him a small nod and he moved to my entrance. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered my pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles coursed through my body. It felt amazing, until he broke through the one thing that indicated I was indeed a virgin. I grunted at the sharp burst of pain in my pussy. He held still, deep within me. 

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He whispered in my ear. My breathing was fast and shallow as I felt my walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulled to an ache, but was slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness. The tingles from him pressing against my clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths. 

“It’s okay… I’m fine.” I finally whispered. Roan’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on my face, probably looking for any signs of pain. He stopped with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance on my pussy. He teased me for only a moment, making me moan and grip the sheets. 

“Please don’t tease.” I begged. 

“Sorry love.” He said and pushed back inside me. One of his hands found my clit and I arched my back as he played with it. My muscles eased, allowing the pain to dissipate. Roan’s thrusts began to build pressure in my stomach and stars in my eyes. The soft pleasure washed over me with ease. My breaths were coming out in shallow stutters as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was throbbing around Roan and he could feel every second of my building pleasure. 

“Roan, fuck!” I choked out as I withered on the bed. 

“Harder, harder please!” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut. Roan leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy but loving kiss as he did what I wanted. The ache in my every muscle released all at once. A shudder ran through my body as my orgasm took over me. 

“You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Roan praised, and it only made it better. Roan pulled my legs over his shoulders and hit a deeper spot inside me. 

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. My back arched off the bed as Roan slid into me with the deep, angled thrusts. My moans were loud, escaping my lips with every other thrust he made. His hips rolled against mine with his hand still trying to pull another orgasm from me. I gripped the sheets tighter as I jolted upward from his powerful force. 

“Oh fuck! Roan!” I screamed, pleasure bursting through my veins. I was cumming for a second time tonight.

“Oh Y/N!” He moaned as he came inside me. I whined when he pulled out of me. He gave a small chuckle and pulled me into him under the blanket. 

“Warmer?” He asked and I nodded. 

“That was amazing.” I sighed happily. 

“We can do that as often as you want.” He smiled and I captured his lips in a kiss. 

“I think I want to do that all the time.” I said and he laughed. 

“Whatever you want, my Princess.” He said and I smiled. This was what earth was all about. This was my new start.

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[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch.7

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Cassandra gradually starts taking up more of your time. Or, more accurately, demands it like it’s her birthright.

Every day, you wake her up with a kiss to her shoulder or neck and a whisper of her name. She comes to you when she’s bored at random times during your shifts, to either talk –complain— about her sisters or to outright distract you. There are times at night when you’ll feel the chill of her slip into your bed and press up against your back, but she’s always gone by morning light, like a dream.

She used to be just another component to your nightmares. Now… she’s what takes them away.

And you’re afraid.

That you’re growing to like the time with her while she’s just playing around, that it will cut that much deeper when you find yourself on the end on her sickle. Because how else can it end, you reason, between the two of you?

The thought momentarily makes your liplock with Cassandra taste bitter, despite the sweet strawberry taste of her lip balm -and no way she’s putting that on for you, right?

She has you pressed deep into a plush armchair with her palm on your chest, while her thighs are locked tight on either side of yours. You want to tell her that you should stop –both because you’re literally in the open and anyone can walk in on you and because it’s late—but her lips are doing wicked things to your neck and you can’t find your voice long enough.

When Cassandra starts grinding down on you though, rather impatiently too, you have to speak up before she starts something neither of you can finish.

“Cassandra.” you say breathily. A sharp nip comes over your pulse, then slippery lips close around the area. “Ah! Cassandra. You’ll be late for dinner.”

She tsks and pulls back, expression much like a kid that got her hand slapped away from the cookie jar. She dismounts you with the same sour look, smoothing down her robes.

“Walk me there.” she orders.

You rise and fall into step beside her, trying not to linger on how strange it feels. It should be nothing, really, considering all the activities the two of you nightly indulge in, but it’s… something.

Cassandra, uncharacteristically quiet, keeps gazing out the windows as though calculating or pinpointing something while you make your way to the dining room.

She comes to a sudden halt just before you reach it, turns to you, steals a quick kiss and then quickly leaves you behind, a colder aura about her as she strolls inside.

You hear Lady Dimitrescu’s voice, but not what she says. Once a few minutes have passed and you can safely blend into the background, you join the other maids on standby within.

You used to hate it here. Having them all in front of you like that, serving them wine, when they’re all to blame for taking any semblance of normalcy out of your life. You never glance at what they’re eating. You still dislike dinner time.

But.

When Alcina makes a snide comment about Heisenberg and you hear Cassandra’s laugh above Daniela’s giggle and Bela’s chuckle…

It no longer seems so bad.

-

-

“Bela, stay a moment.” Cassandra says after Lady Dimitrescu leaves with Daniela in tow.

“Oh, no.” The blonde huffs under her hood.

“I didn’t say anything. Yet.” The younger sibling raises her hands in exasperation.

“When you go ‘Bela~’” You bite your lip to keep your expression neutral as you’re cleaning the table because hearing the normally stoic sister mimic Cassandra’s voice like that is just plain gold. “It’s never good.” her tone turns flat once more.

Cassandra very pointedly rolls her pretty eyes. “I need you to cover for me.”

“See?” Bela sighs. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, it wasn’t really a question, I was just trying to give you the illusion of choice.” Cassandra shrugs. “I’m going out tonight.”

“What?” Bela damn near hisses. “Have you lost your mind?”

“It’s fine it’s, like, thirteen degrees.”

“How is that fine?”

The elder sister’s gaze then flits to you. There is no other maid in the vicinity that can overhear them, but she’s clearly uncomfortable with you picking up the implications of their conversation.

You still don’t get it. You guessed their aversion to sunlight has to do with their mutations… but why would the cold be an issue?

The survivor in you wants to know more. To know if this is something that can be used to your advantage when the time and circumstances are right for a potential escape.

Another part of you… just plain worries.

“I know what I’m doing.” Cassandra says, stern.

“Then you’re doing it alone.” Bela turns to leave…

Except.

“Oh, well. Guess mother should know about that little maid you’ve been orbiting around, lately.” Cassandra comments. “The one you even did a favor for? Just imagine her disappointment in you, the shining example of the family, stooping so low.”

Bela’s back goes rod-straight. The piercing look she sends Cassandra sends ice down your spine. You think she’s going to pounce… yet she exhales.

“One. Hour.” Bela states. “If you’re not back in one hour I’m coming to drag your sorry behind to mother. And she—” A gloved finger points directly to you, “Won’t be coming back with you in one piece.”

Wait.

What?

-

-

You didn’t know Cassandra planned to take you with her. But she didn’t deny it when Bela pointed to you. After her sister left, all she said was: ‘Dress well.’

Which brings you to your current position, pacing by the entrance hall of the castle, in a warm coat and two layers of clothes underneath. You turn to look behind when you finally hear her steps descending the staircase.

And— you freeze.

Because Cassandra is not wearing her usual robes. She’s dressed in all black, yes, but the outfit is tight on her form, fitting every curve, hugging her wonderful legs like a second skin. She’s wearing knee-high boots instead of heels and her hooded, gothic overcoat reaches down to mid-thigh.

There’s not a single patch of her skin visible other than her face… and you can’t, for the life of you, explain why it’s that hot.

“You’re staring, plaything.” she chastises, yet doesn’t sound like she minds. Rather, she’s smirking.

“Uh—” you can’t really form words.

“We need to hurry, clock’s ticking.” she says as she jiggles the very key you’ve looked everywhere during work hours for. The key to freedom. To leaving the castle.

Cassandra double-checks her clothes before she opens the door. You file it as useful information for later as you hurry to catch up to her.

The path to the village –or what’s left of it— through the forest is… difficult. Mainly because Cassandra is entirely unbothered by any and all obstacles and moves like she’s on a walkway, leaving you to fight with every rock hidden in the snow.

You manage. Somehow.

Until a distant howl makes you jump and quite literally crash into her side.

Cassandra laughs. It’s a clear, beautiful sound in the dead of night. “My, my. Scared of a Lycan in my presence?”

“I thought it was just a regular wolf!” You whisper, mortified.

Yellow eyes blink at you. Then her gloved hand raises to yours, taking it in a secure grip. You didn’t realize you were shaking, yet the tremors quickly cease when she does that. It’s just your heart that still feels like it’s going to give out on you, but for an entirely different reason, now.

Cassandra safely leads you to the village. It looks more or less the same, except empty, void of life. You don’t linger on memories. You don’t.

“Show me your house.” she says.

You never thought you’d be tracing the steps of your front porch so soon. You only have to push the door for it to open. And the inside is just as you remembered. A quaint little house. It’s simply not… home, anymore.

Nothing is.

Maybe nothing ever was.

And the thought makes a thin, cracked wall inside you finally give. Cassandra is saying something a few paces behind you, but your vision has blurred, your eyes sting and hot, salty rivers roll past your lids.

“Are you listening to me?” she asks. “...Plaything?”

You can’t talk. If you do, you’ll sob and break to pieces on the floor like a pushed glass statue.

Cassandra’s grip is tight and demanding on your elbow when her fingers curl above it, but she turns you with gentleness you’d never think her capable of. You do not meet her eyes.

Her other hand comes up to your neck.

You can’t, you can’t—

“Alexia.”

Your eyes snap to hers when she says it, from the shock. You didn’t think she even knew your name. Cassandra shifts her weight from one leg to the other, then seems to decide on something and wipes the tears beading at your chin away with her thumb.

“Pack what you wish. We don’t have long.”

As you turn into your bedroom and open your wardrobe to pack a few clothes into a bag, just to feel a tad more yourself when you’re in your room in the castle, the sound of your name falling from her lips follows you.

Haunts you.

You have half a mind to get your mp3, phone and chargers before you return to her. Cassandra is holding whatever she wanted to get from the village in a box tucked between her arm and body.

“Come.” she orders. Her hand settles on your elbow again and practically drags you along.

You don’t talk on your way back to the castle.

From one of the many windows overlooking the front yard, you spot Bela’s eyes on the two of you until she retreats into the shadows. Rigidly, Cassandra enters and immediately goes by the large fireplace to warm up. You only then notice how much more fluid her movements get. Or rather, how sluggish she was during the trip.

You shut the door and turn the key and realize it’s much easier to handle your situation when you’re the one locking yourself inside.

You take off your coat and scarf, then make to head for your bedroom —according to your calculations you’ll only get 3 hours of sleep— until… you notice how cold Cassandra looks.

She’s one step away from hugging the flames. And you can still hear her call you by your name in your head.

Great. Another thing to keep me up at night. You think as you approach her.

Slowly, so as to not scare her, you slip your arms around her slim waist from behind. She’s like a block of ice in your embrace, at first. Her body thaws gradually, to the point she’s fully relaxed against you.

“Thank you for today.” the words don’t come easy –they’re like pulling teeth— but you manage to get them out clearly enough.

“You’ll thank me in very many ways, plaything.” she says. “Having your own belongings in the castle is not a privilege any maid gets. But.” her voice, although quiet, hardens the slightest amount. “If, despite my generosity, you harbor dreams of escape… I will turn them to nightmares.”

Your blood goes cold in your veins. You can only nod against her shoulder.

Cassandra turns in your arms to look at you.

“And if you ever try to leave me alone here… I will find you and kill you myself.”

[imagineyouandharry]

Gypsophila (H.S)

Summary: Prince Harry has been under great pressure to find a wife, and he finds his Queen in a way far more unconventional than he could’ve imagined. 

Words: 5,730

Warnings: It’s a bit strange I guess? Idk lol.

A/N: Someone requested a Prince!Harry au forever ago, and then I didn’t really have an opportunity to write for a while, and then this idea sprung up on me and I’ve been lost in this little au for the past few days. It’s like a little twisted fairytale, taking inspiration from Snow White and Sleeping Beauty mostly. Part two is already a work in progress. If people are interested I’ll even put out a little sort of world building lore post with a map of the kingdom etc (I’ve been in DEEP). This part is a bit choppy and barely edited because I was just so eager to write it and get something out, but I would really appreciate any constructive criticism and editing notes! TYSM!! Long story short, enjoy!!!

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Harry Edward Styles did not believe in true love, in fact, he thought it was the most ridiculous idea ever. Harry’s certain he’s laid eyes upon every eligible young lady, from his kingdom and the ones surrounding, and he hadn’t felt a single thing when looking at any of them. He prayed every night that he would find his love the next day, and finally be able to put his parents out of their misery and ascend to the throne. At the age of 27, Harry’s the oldest person in his family to not be married, no one every waited this long in the royal family. He would’ve had an arranged marriage at 21, though when his parents suggested that he ran away on a sailing ship for two months. One thing was clear to him: though he may not have experienced love yet, he wasn’t going to ruin his chances at true by being forced into a loveless marriage. It wasn’t only Harry’s parents, but the entire kingdom that woke each day hoping to hear that their Prince had found his Queen. They referred to Harry as the Good Prince, his subjects adored him, and lived for his acts of charity and selflessness, and they only hoped he would find a Queen that would treat them the same.

Harry’s outlook on love changed however, after his most recent hunting trip. Sundays are for family and hunting, that’s what Harry was always told. No day was for Harry, he’d come to learn that. Living under a microscope meant for very little alone time, and almost no guilt-free alone time. He and his hunting party rode across the fields and out to the dense forest surrounding the kingdom, and over the two hour journey Harry found himself agitated with the topics of conversation going on around him. He wanted a break, tired of everyone only ever speaking about royal duties or politics. Harry had discovered a fresh water lake if he went off the trail, and when he realised they were edging closer to his favourite place he decided to excuse himself with the excuse of needing to fill his canteen.

The natural spring was a hidden treasure indeed. Harry’s entire kingdom was cut off from the rest of the world due to the thick forestland surrounding it. There was only one trail in, and one trail out, and even then only experienced riders were able to make the journey. The end of the trail, in the deep of the forest, was also often lined with thieves and outcasts making it not the safest journey. This spring wasn’t necessarily hard to find, however thick trees that lined the main trail hid the spring, the gorgeous wild flowers, and clearing of soft grass either side. Harry tied his horse to his usual tree, softly parting the bushes careful to not cause any permanent damage, and stepped his way through. His kingdom was full of hidden treasures like this, tucked away in places only to be found by those adventurous enough.

The sound of the running water was most prominent, however the closer he walked to the spring, the more he could hear a faint, delicate singing voice. Harry couldn’t recognise the song, but it was one he’d never forget now. It felt as though his heart dropped in his stomach, and he had to lightly scratch his arm on a branch to double check he hasn’t died and was hearing an angel of heaven sing to him. He walked closer, with quiet footsteps so not to disturb the singing. He knelt down to the edge of the spring and began to fill his canteen, looking around his eyes eventually focused on the source of his siren, standing in the clearing over the other side of the spring as she picked a bouquet of dainty flowers. Lavender, daisies, bellflowers, poppies. Her body was dressed in sage green, the simple dress showed she definitely was not from a wealthy family, but it was simple and beautiful in its own way. Perhaps she sewed it herself, it did look as if it were made for her. He could see her hair shine from here, and the features of her side profile were striking him even from a distance. She didn’t look real. The strange girl across the spring looked ethereal, like her beauty was too surreal for this planet. Had he hit his head? Was he seeing a forest fairy? He hadn’t even realised the staggering increase in his heart rate as he watched the girl, and listened.

He lost track of how long he had been watching her for, snapped out of his daydream when he heard a “Your Royal Highness! We must be getting on!” Harry heard shouting at him from a distance, most likely back where he had tied his horse. The girl had heard the faint noise and her eyes shot in Harry’s direction. His cheeks flushed with heat as their eyes met only for a brief second, before she ran away. The eye contact brought a slight curve to his lips, although she was leaving, at least he got another good look at her.

“Wait!” He called as he stood up, his hand and canteen dripping wet. His eyes softened as she simply left, looking back briefly in her stride, but he’d blown it. “God fucking damn it.” He cursed under his breath as he began to trudge back to his horse, his feet weighing heavy on the ground.

That was the most he’d ever felt, looking at the stranger across the lake singing as if it were for him, and he couldn’t help but feel like he’d just lost his future Queen. Half of him wanted to wade through the water and run after her, but Harry wasn’t a often disobedient Prince, when one of his parents or advisors told him to jump, his usual response would be “how high?” It’s ironic how for someone who’s whole life depends on finding his future Queen is given so little time to actually explore a social life, or love life himself. He was always set up with suitors who his parents found best. In the rare times he’s able to sneak away he’d gotten around, and most definitely wasn’t a virgin, but he’d never found a girl who had made him feel the way he wanted to feel about his future queen. He only wanted to please his family, and his realm, but this was the one thing where he refused to compromise.

Y/N was as far away from a future queen as it could come, or at least that’s what her step-mother wanted everyone to think. The entire town hoped to marry their daughters off to the elusive Good Prince Harry, however her step-mother only wanted her biological daughters to have that chance. When Y/N’s father passed away her step-mother sent her out to live as a recluse in a tiny cottage in the woods, she had always feared that her beauty would distract future husbands away from her actual daughters, and didn’t want to ruin their chance of being married. Each Sunday she drops Y/N off the supplies she needs, but that was the only human contact she was given. It wasn’t too bad, she managed to keep herself busy with sewing, baking, or whatever other art or craft she could think of and had the materials for. It was lonely though, and she was ultimately alone.

Well, if you don’t count forest fairies. Y/N hated being outcast into the forest, and spent most of her early months in the cottage crying to whatever wild animal she could find that day that would stick around long enough. Eventually, these wild animals started bringing their fairy friends along with them. They would spend their days with Y/N tending to fruit and vegetable gardens, watering plants, having picnics, and making daisy chains. Her life was simple, and although not one she asked, it was one she was growing fond of. Male company was something she could only imagine and long for, or read about in story books. There were dozens of fairies living in the forest, but she’d become particularly close to a group of some of the female fairies.

Each Sunday before her step mother visits, Y/N will pick her step mother a bouquet of flowers in attempt to win her over, in hopes maybe one day her sweetness will earn her way back into town. Y/N had total obliviousness towards her step mother’s plan, and towards what was going on in the city. This year, any woman over the age of 21 was to present herself to the Prince. Y/N’s 21st birthday fell on the day she was scheduled to be presented to the Prince. The letter had been delivered shortly before she was sent away to the forest, Y/N never laid her eyes upon it though. The letter outlined the royal guard would be coming to collect anyone who failed to present themselves on the day, and to Y/N’s step mother that meant the only option was to make it so Y/N never turned 21, or made it to her birthday for that matter.

Seeing the Prince most definitely did spook Y/N during that day in the field, if her step mother ever found out she’d had contact with a male there was no chance she’d ever be allowed to move back home. She did all she could think to do. She ran. She ran so fast that the petals of the flowers she had picked were ruined in her haste, quickly shutting herself inside the cottage to gather herself before her routine afternoon visit from her step mother. Sure she knew of men to be dangerous and terrible, but she feared her step-mother’s wrath more than anything any man could put her through.

Like any other Sunday, she scrubbed the house and dressed herself in whatever new garment she had stitched herself this week. The fairies had been busy this week and she’d had a great deal of time to herself, embroidering colourful flowers into the soft white linen of the new dress she had made. Her step-mother would bring her fabric and thread to sew dresses for her step sisters. It was something to be proud of, but most likely would be over looked. Little was said upon her step-mother’s arrival, but her character seemed off. Her step-mother’s eyes darted around, checking windows as she insisted on making the two of them tea. Y/N sat down at the small dining table, recounting tales of her week, ensuring to leave out anything about fairies or a boy. She watched a small bunny outside the window, forgetting to speak as awe overwhelmed her whilst she watched its tiny nose twitch. Her daydream came to an end when the sound of the ceramic mug hit the hard wood of the coffee table. “Drink while it’s warm, my love.” Her step-mother told her, sitting down in the seat at the head of the table beside Y/N. It wasn’t long after that that Y/N hit the floor, and her step-mother was shrouding herself in a hooded coat and sneaking out of the tiny cabin.

Elsie, a fairy most close to Y/N, who specialises in healing, came to the conclusion that she was only out for about six hours before the fairies found her. They did all they could over the following weeks to bring her back to life, trying as many possible rituals, potions, and spells to give life to her body once more. Nothing was of use though, and instead they decided to preserve her in a glass case in the clearing amongst the wildflowers. She had professed to them that the clearing by the spring had been her favourite place, so they saw this fit. Preserving her in the glass case was simply because the idea of her beauty decaying away made any of the fairies shriek. Fairies never communicated with humans, however Y/N was different. Elsie had always theorised that Y/N had magic in her blood. Amongst the many spells and rituals they tried to bring Y/N back, they threw in a spell that would hopefully bring her back with true love’s kiss. It was like a safety net, or a ‘what if?’ But they eventually tired and wore out, preserving her was well enough for now. They kept her dressed in the new dress she had crafted for herself, it was so beautiful after all. They had placed tiny baby’s breath flowers throughout her hair, and made sure everything was perfect. They even went as far to adorn her in delicate gold jewellery, with beautiful crystals of all colours. Her body rested upon a large rectangular slab of rose quartz.

****

Harry was dreading sitting in the throne room, while all the eligible females from the town were presented to him like livestock. It made him sick, and left a terrible taste in his mouth. All he could think of was the girl from the clearing. Is she a sign? Is he his ticket out of here? Was seeing her fate? Questions like that simmered over his mind and kept him awake at night, he had been sleeping little and finding it hard to focus on his duties. His best friend Niall was he closest confidant, the only one he had told about the beautiful girl in the clearing that day. Niall cared more for Harry than anyone, really. He didn’t just care about his fame or power or wealth, Harry was his best friend and he hated seeing his best mate so down about his love life and the pressure to marry a woman he doesn’t love. He made it his mission to find the woman, and his detective work lead him down a path he didn’t expect at all. First he went to the clearing where Harry filled his water in the spring, that was where he first noticed something over the other side of the spring that he couldn’t quite make out. He followed the spring and found an area narrow enough to cross, making his way to the structure he’d seen earlier. He didn’t know what to make of this discover, a dead girl in a glass coffin. ‘Forever at rest, only to be woken by true love’s kiss’ read an inscription on a gold plaque. He really didn’t know what to make of this. He didn’t know what to tell Harry.

Sweat lingered Niall’s brow as he made his way back to the castle to find Harry, to tell him of his discovery. “Look… I just need you to come with me and tell me what you think when we’re there.” Niall tells him, his voice somewhat breathless. Niall himself was still in disbelief, shock, his eyes wide as he shook his head. “I just- I don’t know what to tell you. You need to see it for yourself.” He adds.

Harry nods. “I’ll come immediately.” Harry tells him, his trust for Niall outweighing anything else going on in his head. Together they rode to the forest, crossed the narrow part of the spring, and towards where Niall had discovered Y/N.

“Is this the girl you were talking about?” Niall asks, however when he looks from the girl to Harry, he knows the answer. Harry couldn’t help but fall to his knees, pressing his palms against the glass as he looked inside. He noticed how long her eyelashes looked, and the freckles on her nose. His nose was almost touching the glass as he leant here on his knees at the side of her, taking her in up close.

“What happened to you?” He whispers, his eyebrows knitting together. Niall gives him a moment before he decides to mention the plaque at the foot of the structure.

“It uh, says something weird about being awoken by true love’s kiss. I don’t know if it’s true, and it’s revolting to think you would kiss a dead body for nothing, but someone has put her here. Someone made this. My grandmother in her old age would mutter stories about forest fairies and their magic… It just makes you wonder, you know?” He ponders, his eyes wandering away. It felt silly to bring up magic, it was something very commonly dismissed.

“Help me get this off.” Harry said as he brought himself from the ground, the soft grass had left green stains on his tan riding pants. He pushed the sleeves of his white linen button down up past his elbows, and the two men carefully lift the heavy glass case up off of the rose quartz Y/N had been resting on. It wasn’t easy, and the glass at the bottom dug into Harry’s fingers before they set the glass piece of the structure down on to the grass. “Alright. Here we go.” Harry said, in attempt to psych himself up for kissing a dead girl. She didn’t look dead though, just sleeping, you could only tell she was dead due to the missing rising and fall in her chest with her breath. “I might start walking back to the horses, give you some privacy.” Niall said, giving him a slight smile. He also didn’t really want to witness someone kiss a dead person, if she didn’t end up waking up.

“Good luck. Take your time.” He adds, part of him had no doubt it was going to work though. The stories his grandmother would tell him of the forest fairies were something he’d always held on to, those stories were amongst his most treasured memories. He’d always had some hope.

Harry waited until he could no longer hear Niall’s footsteps before he leant down close to Y/N, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. He took a moment, if this never worked it was going to be the last time he’d ever see her. He couldn’t fathom coming back to this spot if this didn’t work. His heart began to ache at the thought, it made his chest feel tight, and gave him the urge to rub at the spot.

“I really hope you’re who I think you are.” He whispers as he looks down at her. “This might seem like absolute madness. I don’t even know your name, but if you wake up for me, I swear to you I will be yours forever.” He began, to Harry this almost did feel like a ritual, it felt special, and the words he was speaking were amongst the most genuine he’d ever given life to. “I promise, I will protect you. I will provide for you. I will love you. I will never, ever harm you. I will love you until my very last breath, I just need you to do this one thing for me.” His voice was barely a whisper now, and breaking as hot tears welled in his eyes. He very carefully leant down, pressing his warm, puffy lips against her cold, smooth ones. He didn’t know how long to wait, but it didn’t feel wrong. It was a sweet, tender kiss. His eyes closed, and he felt at peace. It felt more than at peace. The long grass, wildflowers, and tree branches that surrounded them began to stir with wind, petals floating up into the gusts that took them. This girl had a tendency to make him feel like he’s dead and in heaven. Her lips slowly began to warm, and skin began to glow with heat. It felt like they were floating, as if the universe was made up of just the two of them. The flowers beneath him began to grow taller and more dense, and it began to feel like his heart was pulling towards hers. It felt like a tether had been formed, connecting their energy, he could feel as her heart began to pump blood again, and her energy radiate from her skin. It felt too surreal.

Slowly, Harry removed his lips to allow Y/N to breathe. He let a hand lay gently resting on her cheek as he watched her gasp for her first new breath, eyes shooting open as she looked up at him. It wasn’t shock she was met with when her eyes met Harry’s, but peace. The luminous green eyes that were gazing down upon her were like lighthouses, guiding her towards safety. So many questions began to race her mind as she came to reality, unable to decide which one to ask first. As if based on intuition, Harry decided to speak. “I uh- I’m not too sure what happened to you but my friend found you here today and brought me to you. I believe I saw you a few weeks ago, in the same spot. I’m not sure how long you’ve been out here, but there was this little plaque at the end of this thing here, that said something about a kiss to wake you up… I’m sorry for kissing you without your consent, but I couldn’t risk not taking this chance.” He didn’t mean to ramble or to overwhelm her with his spiel, but he was overwhelmed himself with everything that had just gone on. True love’s kiss. His queen. His true love. The other half of his soul, in human form. Y/N’s lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. She closed them once more as she sat up and looked around, swinging her legs off the side of the marble before looking back up to Harry. Her movement had disconnected his hand from her face, and they both longed for each other’s touch once more already. Her eyes began to well with tears as she began to think about how she got here, her last memories.

“I can only assume how overwhelming this must all be for you… We can stay here as long as you need, it’s just us. When you feel ready for it, I can take you back to my home and we can get you showered and fed. I don’t mean you any harm.” Harry doesn’t even need to add that last sentence though, because she can feel it. She can feel his love for her, she could almost hear it if she listened closely enough, as if his heart was now beating a song for her.

Harry stood back, as if to give the doe eyed girl some space. She looked at him as if he was the most precious treasure on Earth, he’d never felt so overwhelmed with love. This was followed by her delicate hands reaching out, taking ahold of his as she brought herself to stand in front of him. “Is it alright if you hold me for a second?” She asked softly, needing time to process things.

It had been so long since she had been touched affectionately, she couldn’t really remember it. Her father was never affectionate, nor her step mother or step sisters or anyone else she’d met. She felt comfortable with the stranger in front of her though, and didn’t have the energy to resist the magnet like force pulling her towards him.

“Of course.” He responds, his voice soft as he wraps his arms gently around her frame, pulling her into his warm figure. Harry was like the perfect, giant teddy bear… but he wasn’t really that soft. Pressed against him she could feel how chiseled his features are. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she relaxed into him, cheek against the skin of his chest kindly revealed by the first few buttons of his shirt being undone. “What’s your name?” He asks, tangling his fingers in her hair to lightly rub his fingertips against the tender skin at the back of her neck.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Yours?” She asks, looking up to the tall, broad man.

“Harry.” He decides on leaving out his royal title or last name.

“Just Harry?” She asks, her eyebrows raising.

“For now. We have plenty of time to talk about me later.” He notes, removing the same rogue strand of hair as before from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. It was almost as if her hair had a life of its own, breathing, like the other flora growing in the forest. He had noticed the baby’s breath in her hair, though her hair moved, they remained in the same places, as if growing out of their place on the strand of hair. “What do you last remember?” He asks, needing to know if whatever put her in eternal sleep had been by accident, or as an act of malice. She looks back away from his face, resting her cheek once more against his chest.

“My step-mother, Styephania came over, she made me tea. That’s all I can really remember.” She said, unable to stop the disappointed sigh from escaping her lips. Maybe she’d had a freak health accident, like a stroke. Just because she’d been mistreated by her step mother her whole life, didn’t mean she was capable of murder. She knew her step mother didn’t put her out here though, this was the work of fairies. They were looking on, hiding in the bushes as they stood witness to young love blossom in front of them, not wanting to disturb the two of them. “I look crazy, and it sounds crazier saying this, but I’m certain the forest fairies are responsible for looking after me and putting me here. The day she came over was the day I think you saw me here, and I’m not sure how I’m meant to feel but I don’t feel like I’ve been a dead body since then. I feel like no time has passed at all.” Harry avidly listened to her speak, her voice like caramel, seeping in his ears and warming his whole body. Harry wasn’t phased by her mentioning fairies, Niall had suspecting this being their work earlier. It was the only explanation Harry could think of. He couldn’t understand why her step mother would leave her here, why she wouldn’t find her help.

He didn’t want to worry his sweet girl now, he wanted to make sure she felt alright, safe, and cared for. His grip on her wasn’t too tight, but firm in a comforting way. “The plaque… It mentioned how you’d only be woken by true love’s kiss.” He figured the longer he waited to tell her the stranger it would be. His cheeks were red, as if embarrassed or ashamed to tell her about the plaque, how strange it all was. Her eyes met his, and the connection gave him whiplash. He couldn’t peel his eyes away, getting lost in the little pools. He wanted to know everything about her, what she liked, disliked, what she ate for breakfast, her favourite songs, flowers, secrets. Everything.

“I don’t know if I know what love feels like. The only men I’ve spoken to are all twice my age. I wasn’t really allowed to see boys. You’re definitely much, much more beautiful than I would’ve imagined a man to be, and I’m certain that my heart is literally beating for you now, since you woke me.” She tells him, the descriptions of heroes in stories she would read, or how she would imagine the older men to look when they were younger, were incomparable to Harry. The compliment made his cheeks flush. With each beat of her heart, it was as if it was pulling her closer to Harry, calling out for him, begging for him to love on her and soothe the ache in her chest.

“How has God made something so sweet?” He mumbles, he hadn’t even realised he’d said it out loud at first. “You’re breath taking. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, and trust me when I say I’ve seen a lot of them. Even from far away, the first time I saw you… You make me nervous. You make my heart race, and my palms sweat, and I get butterflies in my stomach and nervous when I think about saying the wrong thing or not having you like me. It’s as if you’ve been carved by God himself, like he was showing off when he made you so beautiful. I wish I’d met you sooner.” Those last words burn his throat, how easier the last few years would have been if he had just been able to find her sooner.

*****

Harry sent Niall back to the castle first, having him instruct everyone to clear out the path that the Prince and his soon to be queen would take to his suite, he didn’t want to spook her with people around. The guards had to stay though, non-negotiable. He also had Niall ensure the doctor was on standby, just to check on Y/N and stay in the castle over the upcoming weeks in case anything else happened. Security was going to be increased, and tightened, and a warrant put out for her step mother.

The two hour horseback ride to the castle would give them well enough time to get to know each other, Harry and Niall had also switched horses, Niall’s being the slower of the two. “I don’t want to startle you when we get there. I also don’t know how to really tell you this. I’m in the royal family, so the guards and whatnot are something to just be ignored. They’re for your protection. I don’t know if you heard much of what I was telling Niall earlier, but you’re going to be very safe here, and we’ll find out what happened. I’ll look after you, I promise.” His eyes are ahead as he speaks, looking over the vast green fields ahead of them once they eventually emerged from the forest.

“Still just Harry, to me.” She reassured, sensing his nerves about revealing this information to her. His shoulders relaxed at her reaction, and a smile formed on his lips when his mind began to wander into what their future may be like. His queen.

“Hey, one day that’ll be King Harry to you.” He joked, thankful that it was received with a laugh. Her laughter was almost as sweet as her songs, and for the rest of the journey he made it his mission to mine as many possible laughs out of her as he could, like little nuggets of treasure. After making their way through the fields that lined the forest, they went down a long road that served as a divide between two of the castle’s towns, and at the end of that road just past a small valley of mountains was a sight far more glorious than Y/N had imagined. Her village was a small village that contained mostly candlemakers and dressmakers, and it sat further to the east, people only ever going out there to purchase fine candles and clothing. It was niche though, and not many could afford the fineries the master crafters in her village would create. Y/N hadn’t even really seen a home larger than a cottage, Harry’s castle looked large enough as if it could contain its own little world, a complete wilderness of towers surrounded by fine gardens, protected by a large moat with a standalone drawbridge. Harry didn’t even need to announce himself, the drawbridge was already in the process of being lowered for him.

“I had Niall clear our path, I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ll introduce you to everyone when you’re ready.” Harry reassures her, she hadn’t even thought of anyone else though, too in awe of the sights around her. Flowers she’d never seen before laced these gardens, with fine marble sculptures and fountains protruding from them.

“I can’t believe this is your home.” Y/N whispers, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Your home too, if you’d like.” Harry replies, though his words immediately shrouded him with nerves about rushing Y/N into anything. It was stupid, they were each other’s true love’s, but it felt wrong being strangers, so Harry tried his best to conceal things. He’d never been in a conventional relationship before, never mind whatever this arrangement is or was going to be. He just knew he wasn’t meant to rush things, so he tried to refrain from expressing his feelings as best as he could. Her arms around his waist tightened, Y/N needing to feel as close to Harry as possible. He held the reins in one hand, the other arm resting over hers around his stomach, holding on to her arm to make sure she couldn’t let go.

“I’d like that.” Y/N reassures, gently rubbing his side to soothe him. Harry was too caught up in his own feelings to pay attention to how calm Y/N was. She could feel his anxiety though, and continued to try to soothe him as best she could. Y/N knew very little about Harry so far, but what she did know was that he was kind, caring, and had a lot of worries. She’d never been a worrisome person, and if anything would even refer to herself as naive, it was something she’d always been almost ashamed of but in this moment felt like maybe she’d been made to be by Harry’s side. Y/N liked the idea of spending her days being Harry’s rock, a voice of reason. She’d rather a man like this than one who had no emotions, that was for sure. It could’ve been whatever was now eternally bonding them, but she swears she was feeling his emotions, able to see his aura if she really studied hard enough. She sunk into him some more, her arms around his waist, cheek resting against his back. Harry made sure to take it extra slow, giving his love enough time to appreciate the flowers. She seemed to like flowers, and his mother took pride in this being the most beautiful garden amongst all of the kingdoms. He couldn’t wait to show her all the fineries that came with his life.