#Once Upon A Time challenge
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Make the dust fly
dark!Steve Rogers x female reader; dark!Captain Rogers x fairy reader
Author’s Note: This is a dark retelling (with a wicked twist) of a Peter Pan fairytale, for @boxofbonesfic “Once Upon A Time” challenge and 10k milesestone celebration - once again, congratulations!
summary: You’ve always been loyal to Peter and to his group of rascals, fierce in the way you protect them. So when the bloodthirsty Captain Rogers is close to catching your friends, your fairy heart bursts with courage and you place yourself between them. Little did you know that Captain was never after Peter. It was always about you…
warnings: dark!Steve Rogers; dub-con (bordering on non-con); captivity; stocks/pillory; spanking; size kink; forced orgasm; explicit sexual content; mentions of drug use;
Reader is a fairy, Peter’s sassy Tinkerbell, but in my take on this universe fairies aren’t that tiny tiny. They’re “regular size”, but definitely smaller than Captain Rogers.
Also, there’s a light hint at WS!Steve, regarding his prosthetic (after all, he’s serving as Captain Hook in this).
word count: 5.8k
Though the sun spilled through the half-broken window of the old sanctuary, the splashes of colors softening the stone floors where stained glass-work cast its reflection, the soothing atmosphere was dispersing.
Fear and charging darkness chased you through the corridors as the pirates’ trap closed in on you.
How did they even find this place? It was an abandoned little playground which you found a few months ago and to which you brought Peter and the boys, Wanda too. Her stories gained a new dimension of life when told here.
It should be safe! So far from the seas and rocky beaches where the pirates often lurked. Far from the lush green forests, which Captain seemed to roam alone with ease, as if he wasn’t a bastard limited to the seas, but a nomad who found his place anywhere he wished. Anywhere his power allowed him.
And he had power in bulks.
Elders of your fairy clan have spoken of him with fear. You always thought it to be because of his ruthless mastery over the seas and the merciless determination with which he hunted Peter.
Somehow, he found Peter even here, so deep into the land it felt impossible to meet him and his crew here. But the warning came crisp and clear as MJ ran inside the sanctuary, breathless and panicked, yelling about pirates securing nets outside and preparing to storm in.
Nets so they could trap all of you, even if your dust gave your friends the ability to fly.
“Go, Peter!” You hissed at him, handing him a small pouch with gathered fairy dust.
“Take Wanda and leave through that tunnel we found last week!” You urged them. “Once outside, you’ll be able to fly off. They won’t be able to set up nets over a cliff!”
“Come with us.” Peter caught your wrist. “We can all fly.”
You shook your head, yanking your hand from Peter’s grip. That spontaneous escape would work on most, but not on Captain Rogers.
As rash and reckless many men were, he was a brilliantly strategic son of a bitch. The fact he somehow found you here, was able to build up a quick trap, spoke of how dangerous it was to underestimate him.
Somehow- someone had to play decoy, so the others could save themselves.
You knew Peter managed to get free in the past, always so creative in improvising and audacious enough to follow through with quite crazy plans, but this time it felt more dire. Your instinct told you it was no playful risk, but could be the end to all ends.
Captain Rogers wanted Peter, you were merely an annoyance he’d wave off like a fly.
“Go! Go now!” You pushed Peter toward the secret exit. “I’ll meet you later.” You vowed, determined to squirm your way out of the pirate’s grasp.
When the group started squeezing into the tunnel, you took a deep breath and fluttered your wings out. You flew up to one of the partially broken windows and peeked over the red stained glass that used to be a part of a rose.
Hook’s crew was indeed outside, in a formation that looked threatening and discouraging to any rebellion. Well, it made your rebellious streak flare. After all, fairies weren’t known for mellow, compliant behavior. You certainly weren’t that kind of a fairy. Nor that kind of woman.
Hook. You shook your head as you thought of a rather cruel nickname the boys gave Captain Rogers.
He lost his arm - there were various tales regarding the circumstances behind that. Some included a ridiculous brawl with a crocodile; another a power hungry demi god from the outerworld who turned into an alligator; other stories were about wars in far lands after which Rogers’ body washed up on the shores nearby, already lacking an arm.
Whatever the truth was, each tale had a significant truth to it which your friends liked to omit - Rogers survived. Perhaps even won.
It should keep you all scared, not underestimate him as a pathetic, crazy pirate with a prosthetic.
There was a hook attached to his prosthetic many years ago, but it was long gone, replaced with a functioning metal arm whose endurance and strength matched Rogers’ general power.
Still, Peter and the boys snickered at the Hook nickname.
Most of the time you called him Rogers or Captain Rogers, only when you were truly pissed, or scared of losing your friends, did you call him Hook; and many other degrading names.
He stood there, so close to the entrance. His head was slightly bowed as he talked to a man beside him. Sun streaks seemed to catch in his blond hair, his features bathed in warm glow. It annoyed you that someone so ruthless and despicable dared to look so beautiful, so stunning. Light and magic of the world were for fairies like you, to shimmer in your nearly translucent wings and burst full of color as you shed dust. It shouldn’t caress a man like Captain Rogers, making him appear innocent-like.
No, he was not innocent.
He was a bottomless pit of darkness and all things wicked, only luring with his handsome veneer. Like those flowers Tiger Lily once showed you - they were so lush and aromatic, but when an insect touched their petals they’d trap it inside and feed on it.
Not only because Rogers had this sick obsession with Peter, trying to hunt him down, but there were other instances that turned your blood cold.
He kidnapped three mermaid younglings, taking them far away over the seas and selling them as an attraction, or maybe as pets. He spread bodies of his enemies on the rocky shore, arranging their corpses in wooden galways, leaving them for animals to feed on.
There was a tale of Echo, one of the Tribe’s people, who disappeared unexpectedly. Rumors of her fate laid at Captain Rogers’ feet. Yet there was no gossip of her potential whereabouts. And the Tribe, for some unknown reason, still occasionally traded with the pirates.
Rage at his conscienceless acts made you itch for your daggers. Though you probably couldn’t hit him from a distance.
So you flew up slightly higher, to get a better look at the siege, seek a hole through which you could escape and show them the middle finger.
At that moment Captain turned his head and looked up, as if he sensed he was being watched. His gaze zeroed in on you.
Stupidly, really, but you stuck out your tongue at him when your eyes met.
Rogers cocked his head to the side, his gaze slid from you to the building then back up. He was assessing something, calculating. Suddenly he turned on his heel and marched straight inside.
Heart jumping to your throat in fear, you flew down.
It dawned on you that he had to be considering where your group may hide within the sanctuary’s corridors, but your little peek gave him the answer right away. It meant he was aiming straight to your place of hiding.
Which was good, you reminded yourself. It drew attention away from Peter and Wanda and the rest. You had to stand your ground.
You couldn’t just fly around like a butterfly anyway, since a few months ago it turned out that pirates have shipped in some new kind of weapon that splutters rapid fire at any object in motion. It would hit you at some point, even if you’d manage to dodge most of the shots.
Taking Rogers on in a fight was a task near impossible, but you were fast, agile and quite good with your daggers in close distance. Maybe you’d be able to surprise him with a nick, or two, and use the distraction to escape. The tunnel Peter and the rest went through was so narrow that Captain’s broad, large frame would never fit through it.
You drew out your daggers, clenching your fingers around the ornately carved wood, as you heard booming steps approaching. Captain Rogers barged in, his pace slowing as he entered the chamber fully.
A small group of his pirates followed, but when they realized there’s no one beside you inside, they stopped in their tracks.
You felt a surge of victory. You tilted your chin up defiantly, a smirk curving your lips as you threw Captain a challenging look.
“Peter’s not here.” You called out, triumphantly. “You’re not gonna get him, old man.”
It was an overused jab that had more spunk when Peter yelled it. His youth could rub it in for a man of Rogers’ age (truthfully, you did not know his actual age, but he was at least twice the age of Peter and Wanda).
You? Fairies aged differently. You may as well be his age, if not older.
Captain Rogers didn’t seem enraged at your challenge. A muscle in his jaw twitched, but his face remained impassive as he stared you down.
He motioned at his people to stand down behind then slowly drew out his sword. The sound of a sharp blade leaving its sheath pierced the silence that fell over the sanctuary.
Your fists clenched, the hilt of your dagger digging painfully into your delicate skin. You drew your wings together and rested them against your back to gain more momentum as you charged at him.
You were fast and sneaky, easily avoiding Captain’s first cuts. Unfortunately for you, his large size wasn’t an obstacle to his agility. You learned it quickly as his moves sped up and he matched you in your rapid twists. His bulky frame was surprisingly graceful in a fight.
With a snarl, you managed to cut his shoulder, dark shirt parting where your blade nicked it. Blood soaked that spot, but the Captain didn’t even hiss, nor did he falter in his steps.
He attacked you with ferocity, though you didn’t notice that each of his moves was to disable you rather than kill you. Too immersed in your own rage, you slashed like a caged animal while he remained a sophisticated predator toying with his food.
You twisted around, swaying your arm in a half circle in an attempt to slice his other arm. A sudden pain in your wings pulled you backward. He caught your wings in his metal fingers, delicate filaments nearly crushing under the pressure. With a yelp, you bowed your back to lessen the tugging pain, flailing your arms around to lash at anyone who dared to approach.
Captain Rogers hit your fist with the broad side of his sword, the strength behind it hard enough to make your fingers seize in pain. You dropped the dagger. Before it clattered to the floor, he did the same to your other hand, leaving you weaponless.
Another tug at your wings pulled you backwards to him, then his hand caught one of your wrists, wrenching your arm behind your back.
He had you locked, your side pinned to him as he forced your back to bow further, your face tilting up to him as you did.
Striking blue eyes, reminding you of the electric clear sky after stormy clouds disperse, stared down at you. A cold victory shimmered in his irises.
“I don’t care about getting Peter, little sprite.” Captain’s deep, velvety voice resounded over the rapid fluttering of your heart.
“It was always about you.”
His dark chuckle caused your heart to stop, dread swallowing you in a cold wave.
You never expected to become a part of his sinister plans; your mind filled with horrifying images of being shipped away to unknown lands, sold like a piece of meat, or forced into labor to survive. You were ready to die, if it meant saving your friends, but you never considered a worse fate awaiting.
One of the Captain's crewmen brought a set of shackles, which they locked around your hands. Usually you were able to get out of any regular cuffs, but these seemed to be tailored for a fairy’s slimmer wrists. Attached to it was a heavy chain, the end of which Captain Rogers wrapped around his metal hand.
“You can walk, or you can fly, I don’t care.” He said to you, yanking on the chain and forcing you to stumble into his chest.
With his other hand he gripped a fistful of your hair and loomed over you.
“But you will follow me, sprite. Or another chain will go around your neck and I’ll drag you by it all the way to my ship.”
He led you out of the sanctuary, your feet scurrying after his big strides. Once outside, you spread your wings, helping yourself catch up to Captain’s pace by floating in the air. A small group of his pirates joined you, trading beside and behind. The rest stayed to take down the nets and pack everything.
It really seemed that Captain got exactly what he wanted and you had no idea why it was you.
You looked for any familiar faces that might lurk in the thickness of the jungle, or hide behind rocks, as the pirates led you to the beach where the boats awaited. Anyone, who could carry the news of your capture to Peter, or to your fairy clan.
However, all forms of life seemed to scatter from the Captain’s path.
Perhaps it was the right thing to do. You should’ve abandoned your bold, fierce courage - or stupidity, really - and hide from him, like all reasonable creatures did.
As some of the elders of your clan sighed, you spent too much time joining Peter’s reckless adventures, forgetting your survival instinct.
At the shore, Captain brought you with him into one of the boats. Only two other pirates joined you, their task to row the boat toward the monstrous, black ship out in the open sea. Rogers made you sit down on the bottom of the boat, curled between his spread legs.
He ran a finger down the back of your neck and to where your wings grew out of your back. You hunched forward, then turned your head and glared at him. His mouth curved in a cocky smirk as he teased the outline of your shimmering wing.
You clenched your jaw and hung your head down, feigning pure anger to cover the hint of trembling.
Fairy’s wings were exceptionally sensitive to touch. The stroke of Captain’s fingers evoked a sensation contrary to pain or discomfort. That side of your wings, when teased, would cause your nipples to stiffen and a fire to bloom in your abdomen.
You would never let Hook know about that. He’d use it to humiliate you, or to think of an even worse fate for you. You were sure he had some depraved, disgusting buyers in the dark human offshores.
Once on the ship, the crew parted as Captain Rogers prowled toward his suite. Their eyes leering as they watched you trot behind him. You swallowed, but tilted your chin high. You even sent a glare at one or two of the pirates.
Your breath stuttered in your chest, your eyes growing big, when among the crew you noticed a dark haired woman. Tight braids adorned with beads and a pirate’s outfit on her body, but you recognized Echo. Or someone who looked so much like her. She sent you a dismissive look, as if she wasn’t bothered by your presence. She definitely didn’t seem to be in distress.
You had no time to wonder about Echo’s ties to the pirate crew, because Rogers opened the door to his cabin and pushed you inside. Heavy wood closed behind you with a booming finality.
The first thing you saw was a long table with maps, plans and navigating instruments. Books lined shelves on the sides. A few trinkets glinted in the dimmed darkness.
The cabin was separated in half by a heavy curtain. When Captain led you around the table toward it and parted the folds of the embroidered fabric, you froze on the spot.
That you’d see the private, sleeping part of his quarters was something you expected. But it was the thing beside his big bed, lined with layers of soft looking linens and silks, that made you stumble a step back.
A large, human sized birdcage hung beside the bed. Pillows fluffed atop its bottom didn’t change the fact it was a scary, humiliating prison. Undoubtedly made for you.
“I’d rather be tossed in the brick with other slaves you’re about to sell.” You gritted your teeth, yanking on the chain which Rogers’ held in his hand.
“Sell?” He approached you, a cruel smile on his pretty lips.
He traced a single finger along your cheek and you flinched away from his touch, despite how strangely soothing it felt for your rattled heart.
“Sprite, why would I sell something that can bring me regular profit rather than just a one time gain?” Captain chuckled.
Not the least discouraged by your body leaning away, he slid his hands down your arms. The fact his touch was gentle and not a forced manhandling, somehow made the disgust in you grow.
“See, I’m well aware that fairy dust gives more than just the ability to fly for a few minutes.” He opened your shackles, dropping them and the chain to the floor with a loud clunk. “Though, that in itself would sell greatly.”
He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly and forcing you to look him in the eye.
“I know that fairy dust gives an euphoric rush and enhances strength, speed, and senses. Even if the effect is short, it's a drug most sought after.”
You heard of it - of what your dust gave people. Peter and your friends gained from it, but for joy and freedom. Others wanted the power of it for more nefarious deeds. And, as it always was with people, they wanted more and more and more.
“I plan on reaping the benefits of selling it regularly. And you, little sprite, are my source.”
With a wicked grin, Rogers kissed you on the lips. A short, harsh thing. Then he pulled back, laughing at your stunned face.
It took you a second to regain your train of thought as your brain scrambled - both at his admission and the kiss. Ire rose, rebellion against aiding the damned pirate in any way bubbling hot like lava.
“Ha!” You scrunched your nose and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not shedding a single flake of dust for you, asshole. Keep me locked as long as you want, you’re not getting any.”
You expected a flash of anger. Hell, you wanted to annoy him! You wanted to push all his buttons, rip them free and stuff them down his throat so he chokes.
But he remained calm, amused even. Studied you with a head tilted to the side, corners of his mouth still lifted upward in a smile.
Then, in a split second, he had a hand behind your neck, fingers gripping tightly.
He dragged you across the room, toward a wooden pillory which you didn’t notice earlier. You growled out your protest, heels digging into the floor planks as you fought against Captain's grip. It was futile. He overpowered you easily.
With the help of his metal hand, he had you bending down. Your neck settled into a bigger half-moon in the middle of the pillory. He forced your hands to rest in the smaller circles. Then locked the upper part, trapping you in. A padlock clicked in place.
Your wings fluttered wildly, your feet lifting off the floor, but it changed nothing. He had you bound in an uncomfortable, humiliating position.
He crouched in front of you, blue eyes staring into yours with a dark glint.
“Ah, sprite. You underestimate me.” His smirk grew and a dreadful feeling settled deep in your gut.
“I knew you wouldn’t shed dust for me willingly. I also know that there is another instance when a fairy sprinkles it. Uncontrollably, I’d say.”
No! He couldn’t know that. Nobody did.
That was a secret of the fairies, shared with absolutely no one. You never told Peter or anyone else. You knew no other fairies would reveal it, no matter how strongly they trusted human friends.
Yet everything inside you sensed that the Captain spoke the truth. He knew the truth.
“I- I have no idea what you are talking about.” You huffed out, but you suspected your bluff was easily caught.
“Of course you do, sweet little sprite.” Rogers chuckled.
He straightened and slowly walked around you. He didn’t even reprimand you for struggling in the stockade, trying to somehow break the sturdy wood. He was this secured in his dominance over you.
There was a long, silent pause, heightening your trepidation since you were unable to see what he was doing behind you.
A big, warm hand rested right above your wings, then teasingly slowly dragged between them all the way to your ass. A brush along your wings was enough to send a faint zap of sensation to your core. Rogers flipped your green dress up, exposing your butt. He splayed his hand over one buttock, warming up your skin.
He pulled his hand away. A second later a loud smack resounded, evoking a burning sting and causing you to squeak.
His fingers spread over the spot, rubbing soothingly and turning the pain into pleasant throbbing. He draped himself over you as he looked down at your bowed head from above the pillory.
“A fairy sprinkles dust when they’re aroused.” Rogers recited the most intimate secret.
“Well, you don’t arouse me!” Your fingers clenched into fists as you hissed at him.
“Don’t I?” Captain hummed.
With his foot he kicked your legs wider apart. Next his hand landed with a softer slap over your pussy. He kept his fingers there. Held them pressed against you, starting a slow circular motion that drew out wetness you shouldn’t be presenting at his proximity.
A whimper escaped your mouth as you felt your clit throb beneath his fingers. The thin fabric of your bottoms growing a wet spot.
“There she is.” Captain drawled in pleasure, tracing his metal finger along the back of your neck.
Dust glittered on your skin, the tiny flakes clinging to his finger as he touched your skin.
His touch disappeared, leaving you with a mixture of relief and confusing longing, as Rogers moved around to face you again.
He crouched down, showing you his finger that now shined with fairy dust.
“You may think I'm repulsive, sprite, but I will do things to your body that will make you burst in fountains.” He traced your lips with that finger, withdrawing it just in time before you thought to bite it (even if your teeth would crack against the metal of his prosthetic).
“No, I won’t!” You sneered, struggling in your bonds.
Captain’s face leaned closer, his breath puffing against your lips as he spoke:
“I’ll have you creaming and dusting yourself like a pathetic, needy slut. And you’ll learn to beg for it.”
He stood up, once again leaving you clueless about what he was about to do to you. The stocks prevented you from movement, but also blocked out any way of catching in your peripheral vision what was happening behind it. No way for you to prepare yourself for whatever the Captain did.
He slid your green bottoms down your legs in one swift move. You shrieked and tried to kick him. A cold, metal grip crushed your ankle. Your bones rattled, the pressure of his hold warning you of how easily he could break you if he wished.
“Keep your feet on the floor, or I’ll shackle them too.” He barked, releasing your leg.
You considered kicking him again, but then your brain lost the ability to connect thoughts to motions as another slap jerked your body.
His hand met your bare skin now, the sting of it more intense. He gave you no pause as he began raining steady hits across your ass. Your body tensed, heat from the burning in your butt spreading in waves through your body. Perspiration shone on your skin, your breathing growing heavier.
Then his fingers teased along your parted folds, dipping into shameful wetness that dripped out of you.
You couldn’t comprehend how he managed that. The spanking has hurt, it shouldn’t rouse your body. Your position was humiliating. You were a captive against your will! And yet… Captain Rogers had you trembling with growing need.
“Nooo!” You moaned a protest when his fingers gathered your wetness and started circling your clit.
Your thighs tensed. You wanted nothing more but to close them and stop this madness, but Captain slotted himself between them, the fabric of his pants abrasive on your delicate skin.
“Yes, sprite.” He rubbed your nub harder. “Let it go.”
He watched, mesmerized, as your skin started glowing. A delicate shimmer at first that turned brighter as your arousal spiked. The higher he pushed you the more dust appeared. Your skin looked like it was covered in a layer of sweet glitter. Your wings seemed to be encrusted with crushed gems, sprinkles falling all around as your wings fluttered.
A single long, big finger slid into you, spearing through your tight walls. An intrusion that set everything inside you on fire, causing the fairy dust to fall all around as you seized in pleasure.
He kept pushing into you, even as you sagged. Pleading noises bubbled on your lips; for what, you weren’t even sure anymore. A second finger joined the first, stretching you. He curled them and the spot he nudged elicited another lewd moan from you.
Captain’s cool, metal hand touched the small of your back. Surprisingly gently this time. He slid his fingers up, teasing the underside of your wing. Silver metal of his prosthetic covered in the thick brilliance of your dust, sparkles of rainbow caught in the light.
He moved his hand further and gripped your wing a tad harder, not enough to cause pain though. That, combined with incessant thrusting of his fingers, toppled you over another peak.
You came with a hoarse cry, dropping your head low as dust fluttered from your fingers which clenched and straightened in spasm as you rode out your orgasm.
When he pulled out his fingers, a squelch of your sopping pussy humiliated you further. His metal hand gave your folds a little pat; you had to clench your jaw to stop another moan from falling out.
Captain remained quiet. No teasing words, no victorious jab.
You thought you heard him hum in delight. A silent pause stretched. Then a loud groan.
“Fuck.” His low, husky voice sent a shiver up your spine.
His steps sounded heavier as he moved, as if he suddenly gained more weight or strength. He squatted in front of you. Your head felt heavy as you slowly lifted it up to look at him.
His irises weren’t simply blue anymore. They mirrored a jeweled shimmer of fairy dust.
His skin seemed aglow, too. All of him pulsed with power.
“That I did not know, sweet sprite.” He said, wonder and hunger bursting a starlight in his eyes.
“That your juices are more potent than a whole bottle of fairy dust.” He licked his lips as if savoring the taste. “I merely sucked your slick off my fingers and the power that it gave me? Oh, sprite- I feel it charging through me like a lightning bolt.”
“A thimble of fairy dust gives a kick. A nice high with some enhanced perks for a short while. Your cream? It’s a storm in veins, sprite. A little lick and I’m a step from a god.”
“No! No, please, no, you can’t-” Your brain turned frantic, fear creeping up through your still softened with pleasure body.
If he told anyone of that, not only would your fate be chained to the gutter, but all the other fairies would be at risk. Hunted and ripped apart for limitless greed of monsters like Captain Rogers.
“Relax, little sprite.” His hand cupped your cheek, his voice almost soothing. His eyes, a galaxy of captivating darkness. “I have no intention of sharing this power with anyone. No, sweetling, I’ll be the only one you give it to.”
“The others will pay high for the dust you sprinkle around plentifully. But your sweet, tiny cunt? It belongs to me now.”
He leaned in, sealing your lips with his own. You tasted yourself on his tongue, your juices not having the same effect on you as it did on him, but the hunger of his kiss stirred something inside you.
He broke the kiss with a bite to your lip, which he soothed with a flick of his tongue. Then he was standing up and moving again, until he nestled himself between your thighs.
His hands squeezed your buttocks, spreading them to allow him even easier access to your glistening, puffy folds. He licked you with a broad stroke of his tongue; the sensation made you shudder, your hips tilting upwards in an involuntary invitation.
He devoured you, mouthing on your pussy as if it was the juiciest, sweetest fruit. He lapped up each trickle of your slick, forced his tongue inside then swirled it around your clit. Bristles of his beard brushed your skin, adding to the hazy pleasure. You knew you’ll have burns from how ferociously he ate you out.
You came into his mouth, despite trying to hold it off. Your whimpers mixed with Captain’s groan of delight.
He licked you clean, wasting no single drop, then trailed hot open mouthed kisses across your inner thigh and over your ass. Your legs shook as he straightened up. Rustling of fabric reached your ears, your dizzy brain recognizing clothes being taken off.
“Might be a tight fit, sprite.” Captain’s husky chuckle made your pussy clench.
Your weak whine unfurled into a wanton moan as the tip of his big cock stretched your opening.
Captain Rogers was much larger than you in size overall, you never considered before that he may be proportionately bigger in every detail of his body. The breach of his cock felt nearly painful, yet his girth seemed to rub against spots which were never touched properly before.
He kept pushing in, in, in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He pierced into you deeper, filing you completely.
“You taste amazing and you feel exquisite, too.” He gripped your hip with his metal hand and the curve of your upper wing with his flesh one as he bottomed out.
“Ah, sprite! You’re so tight around me I may want to stay inside forever.”
He ran his fingers along the curve of your wing, sending little shocks straight to your core. Your pussy fluttered, sipping more slick.
“You like that, sweetling?” Captain purred, stroking your wing again, at the same time rocking his hips into you slowly. “Yeah, you do. I’ll make you see fireworks. Turn you into a little sparkling firework, too.”
Tightening his hold on you, he withdrew. Then slammed back into you with force, evoking your cry.
He fucked you with steady, deep thrusts, speeding up when your skin covered in new sheen of dust. Glittering powder seeped through his fingers where they rested on your wing; speckles of dust flaked from your thighs and ass with each sharp slap of his hips.
Your whole body tensed, wings spreading wide and feet nearly flying off the floor as his cock drove into a particularly sensitive spot. You saw stars bursting white in your eyes and your whole body glimmered with a powdered rainbow.
Your cries grew louder, then your voice scraped raw after another, and another climax. Still, Captain was fucking you through it. You had no idea if it was him alone, or if your magic that he gorged on made him able to last so long.
When he finally finished, spilling inside you with a loud, beastly grunt, you were sweaty and shiny, and completely boneless. You nearly dropped to your knees when Captain slipped out and let go of you.
With a breathless chuckle, he wrapped an arm under you and pulled you up. With his other hand he opened the padlock and released you from the stockade. You fell into his arms half-consciously, even your wings felt heavy, dropping down, too tired to make any motion.
“See, little sprite, you dusted for me in abundance.” He mocked your earlier rebellion as he scooped you up.
The floor was covered in a thick layer of sparkling dust. Enough to fill a few vials.Your small feet left an imprint in the shimmery drizzle in the spot from which Captain picked you up.
You had no strength to fight him when Rogers carried you across the suite. He opened the birdcage and sat you down on fluffy pillows. Arranged your body quite comfortably in your new, narrow prison. He locked it and swayed the cage with a gentle push.
He watched you with clear, untired eyes (still sparkling with extreme power), while you peeked at him through heavy eyelids. You saw him wrap his fingers around his softening cock, gathering your mixed juices and bringing his hand up to his face. He licked it clean, his irises anew igniting with power.
His skin glowed, though you weren’t sure if it’s only the sweat from your coupling, or if your magic thrummed beneath his skin so vividly. His muscles looked to be carved from marble. Veins curved in places which you never paid attention to in any man.
He looked like a god he claimed to feel like.
A beautiful monster who you should despise for the rest of your life, no matter how your body shivered under his touch.
“Rest now, sprite.” Captain cooed as your head leaned against one of the bars. “If you prove to be good, you might earn yourself bed rights someday.”
He swayed the cage again, rocking you to sleep. Despite your effort to stay awake, to not waste a second and start forming a plan of escape, drowsiness was taking over your exhausted body.
You fell asleep as you watched Captain pull on his pants - and nothing else - and bend over the map table, scribbling something down. A new course to lands where he could profit from your dust.
Or doomed places where he could test the power that owning you gave him.
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Word Count: 6,017
Summary: James has spent many of his long years in despair...until he finds you.
Author’s Note: This is for @boxofbonesfic “Once Upon a Time” celebration and 10K milestone! Congratulations lovely and thank you for hosting! 💕This is also for Lilo and Aqua’s “Myths and Legends” writing challenge @sparkledfirecracker @tumblin-theworldaway thank you both for hosting!💕 The fairytale that inspired this is Beauty and the Beast. I also have references to the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I used a lot of Vampire myth and legend, including some form of magic-charming- to keep the reader under control. James and his companions are definitely from a different era of time than the reader and they come off kind of fancy for that reason.
Warnings: mentions of b-loo-d, mind c-ontrol and magic charming, k-id-napping, built up tension, moments of f-ea-r, s-ucking b-loo-d, b-iting, but there is some softness laced in between all of it (18+ONLY)-if I miss any please let me know :)
The banner above is mine. It’s terrible because I’m terrible at banners. The edit on the left was made by my dear friend Nix, which is the opposite of terrible, it’s amazing 💕This photo below is all Seb, I take no credit for his gorgeousness.
The last rays of a dying sun filter through the ornate stained-glass windows of the estate and cast shimmers of fading color upon the dusty stone floor. The only other light is from a pair of blue eyes, so startling, they rival the beauty of the ancient artwork adorning the walls.
“You are sulking again,” a voice calls from the back of the room.
It receives no answer and there is no sound of footsteps as the other approaches, materializing next to the set of blue eyes.
“Are you going to spend all of eternity in this constant state of shadow?” the new voice asks.
James turns to his companion, the years of their friendship spread out over centuries, and asks, “isn’t that the very nature of our existence?”
Steven only stares ahead in answer before placing a placating hand on James’ shoulder. “You have the power to take what you want. You must make a choice. Stop lingering in this…purgatory.”
James only nods before his legs begin to vaporize and tendrils of dark mist crawl up his long body. His eyes are the last thing Steven sees, the blue piercing the black cloud before James is gone.
Steven drops his head then turns on his heel, walking briskly from the large room.
The bar is busier than usual tonight, full of tourists regaling in their visit and drunk locals cheering them on. You run from table to table, dodging sloshing pints and groping hands. When you finally find yourself back behind the bar you let out a long exhale and lean on the counter, smiling when your friend the bartender dashes past you for more glasses.
“Really hopping tonight,” Matt yells with a smile.
You laugh with an exaggerated wipe of your brow then grab your glass of cool water for a nice long drink. You take no notice of the pair of stunning blue eyes that follow your every move, their owner cloaked in shadow and hidden from the sight of most.
In the next hours that pass many of the patrons become too drunk to carry on a conversation and the travelers move on, so the bar is now quiet and you have time for your favorite activity. You reach under the bar top and retrieve your book, a smile gracing your features as you sit and open to your bookmark.
“Reading again?” Matt asks as he grabs himself a drink of water.
“Always,” you answer without looking up.
He’s silent for several moments until he leans down to whisper along your ear, “that man over there…he hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night. Do you know him?”
You keep your head down as if you are still reading but slowly lift your eyes and search the room. At first you see nothing and your brow furrows in confusion.
“Matt, I don’t see…” you start to whisper, stopping short when your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the man he speaks of.
It’s as if the world around you fades away and you’re consumed by the presence of this stranger. Your breathing slows and at first all you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears, until his voices penetrates the veil, smooth like silk even as you stare at lips unmoving. It frightens you but you can’t seem to break away and it feels as though you’re being pulled toward him by an invisible string.
“Hey!” you suddenly hear your body shaking under the force of Matt’s hands.
You gasp loudly and grab hold of Matt’s arm, turning to him with wide and panicked eyes.
“You ok?” Matt asks, much more softly now, his features etched with concern.
“I…,” you start and swing your head back in the direction of the stranger but he seems to have disappeared into thin air. “I think so.”
Matt follows your line of sight and whispers, his shock evident, “he’s gone.”
You swallow hard and cling to Matt with trembling hands. “I swear it was like I was under a spell,” you say quietly.
“It looked like you were in a trance,” Matt explains before handing you more water.
“Have you seen him before?” Matt asks.
You don’t answer right away, a chill running down your spine as your mind races.
“I don’t know…it all felt eerily familiar but I never even got a look at him.”
“Did you frighten her again?” Steven grins when James pushes through the large double doors of the estate with a loud bang.
James shoots him a cold glare and Steven’s grin fades.
“She is always with that young man…Matt” James states, his distaste obvious in the way he says the name. “Who is he? Why does she stay with him?”
Steven waits before answering, clearly formulating a careful response.
“I have seen him,” Steven answers. “You have mentioned they work together…perhaps they are just friends.”
“She isn’t in love with him,” James states after a prolonged silence. “But he is in love with her.”
Steven takes a step toward James, resting both of his hands on James’ broad shoulders.
“Do not make any thoughtless actions James,” Steven warns. “You don’t want to lose her before you even have her.”
“You think she would be upset if I…disposed of him?”
James’ question makes Steven raise his brows with a wry smile.
“Fine…I won’t kill him,” James sighs. “But I will not allow him to stand in the way of what’s mine.”
The next few nights of work are uneventful and slow and by the time the weekend rolls around you’ve almost finished your book.
You feel his presence before you see him, a warm rush of awareness overwhelming your senses. You lift your gaze from the page and meet his incredible blue eyes. He’s handsome in a way that’s arresting and your heart starts to beat faster.
“Hello doll,” the man greets.
You stare at him, your mouth curving into a cautious smile.
He smiles back, his plush red lips spreading wide over white teeth.
“Have we met before?” you muse as you openly study him.
“I don’t believe so,” he answers. “I would never forget such a beautiful creature.”
Your eyes linger on his handsome features, his eyes standing out above all else, before you lower your lashes at his compliment.
“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, as you close your book and hide it back under the bar.
“Please,” he says. “Red wine.”
You nod and go about pouring him some, setting the glass down carefully and noting how his long and thick fingers curl seductively around the stem.
“What book has you so captivated?” he asks as he swirls the liquid around the glass.
“Frankenstein,” you answer. “Have you read it?”
“I have.”
You instantly brighten at his answer and hold out your hand to introduce yourself. He takes it, filled with a sudden delirious hope as he dips his head to brush his cool lips across your knuckles.
Goosebumps erupt across your skin at the feel of his lips but thankfully you recover by the time he lifts his eyes back to yours.
“A pleasure doll. I’m James. James Barnes.”
Your eyes widen slightly at the recognition of his name.
“James,” you repeat in a soft murmur and he tenses at how keenly he wants to hear his name on your perfect lips again and again.
“So I do know you…sort of.”
You’d heard stories of the famous family but you always assumed they were nothing more than that…stories.
“You may have heard my name before, yes,” he acknowledges, “but I assure you that whatever you’ve heard isn’t quite the truth.
“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself,” you reply.
James steels himself, hiding his pleasure at your words with a swift change of topic.
“How do you like the book so far?” he asks.
“I love it! It’s hauntingly beautiful and sad. I’m almost finished.”
With an agreeable nod he launches into a perfectly articulated and clever review of the book, much to your delight and you find yourself completely engrossed with his every word.
“You must come and see my library,” James tells you. “I have an extensive collection.”
You sigh at the thought, resting your elbows on the bar and leaning in close to him.
“I’d love that more than anything. I’ve always dreamed of having my very own library.”
His eyes flash, silver against his pale skin, and he brushes his fingers down your arm.
“You are most welcome any time doll. I think you would find my home has many things you would enjoy.”
Matt loudly calls your name, his tone sharp, and it startles you.
“Need some help down here,” he repeats, eyeing you suspiciously.
You pull yourself away from James, feeling slightly lightheaded but managing a smile.
“I apologize but I need to go help…”
“Of course doll,” James says smoothly, gritting his teeth with anger at the interruption.
“Perhaps I may request your presence at the ball I’m hosting next week. I can show you my library.”
You can’t hide your surprise at his invitation, your eyes filled with nervous anticipation.
“If you’d rather have a more private introduction I will understand,” he quickly adds.
“No, no,” you assure him once you recover. “But a ball…isn’t that old fashioned?”
You make sure to smile after you tell him this.
“Indeed it is!” he agrees with a smile. “You’ll find I can be very old fashioned…perhaps I should have used the term party.”
“There is much to do!” James bellows as Steven follows behind. “Everything needs to be cleaned and prepared. Nothing can be left undone!”
Steven rushes off to alert the others and begin the preparations while James stalks off to the library to make sure his most befitting gift is in order.
“Why wasn’t I invited?” Matt asks as he follows you around your small bedroom. “You need someone to come with you to keep you safe! We hardly know this guy.”
You turn to him with a smirk.
“Well, anyone who enjoys books as much as I do can’t be all bad!” you exclaim as you look him over. “Now go find something to wear.”
When you arrive at James’ estate you tilt your head back to follow the grand height of the edifice. It looms darkly against the star filled sky, backlit by the shine of the moon.
“Wow, it’s bigger than I imagined,” you whisper to Matt.
“This place is insane! It looks like some creepy house from one of your books,” he jokes.
You elbow him before smoothing your hands down your dress and using the knocker to alert your presence.
The door swiftly opens to reveal a tall blonde with a sweet smile.
“Welcome,” he states, keeping his eyes on you. “James is expecting you.”
He finally moves his eyes to Matt and his lips turn down into a slight frown.
“You’ve brought a guest,” Steven states dryly.
You fidget with your hands and drop your head.
“I didn’t wan to come alone…” you start to say quietly.
“Do not fret darling,” Steven says kindly. “You were simply being smart. Please, come in.”
He reaches for your hand and you take his, stepping inside with Matt right behind you.
As Steven ushers you down the long hallway you take the opportunity to look around, noting the elaborately decorated walls, with bold colors but delicate carvings and when you pass a set of large floor to ceiling windows you notice a splash of vibrant color outside.
“Oh!” you exclaim, stopping to look. “You have a garden?”
Steven steps closer to you, admiring the blooms.
“We do,” he says proudly. “It is James’ second most prized possession…his library being the first.”
A bright smile graces your features at the mention of the library.
“And all these flowers bloom at night?” you ask, your forehead furrowed now in thought. “How strange.”
Steven clears his throat. “Why yes! Excellent observation my sweet. James prefers the beauty and fragrance of things…nocturnal.”
“Now come, we don’t want to be late.”
With that, Steven urges you down the hallway toward large wooden double doors. He pushes them open with ease and sweeps out his arm with a bow.
You give him an elegant nod of your head and enter. The domed ceiling is covered with magnificent frescoes and the candlelit wall sconces cast various hunting battles, landscape scenes, and jousts in an eerie glow.
“Wow,” you whisper, still looking up when you feel that familiar shiver creep down your spine.
That’s when you turn and see him. He approaches slowly, his tall and powerful body moving smoothly across the floor. He’s dressed formally and when he reaches you he bows with a flourish.
You’re momentarily stunned, the opulence of it all something you are not used to.
James holds out an inviting hand just as you hear the first note from an organ hidden above you, the melodic sound reverberating in the open space.
You reach for him, placing your fingers in his palm and smiling softly.
“If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness,” he murmurs, quoting a line from Frankenstein.
“Oh that’s one of my favorites from the story!” you gush.
In a whirl you are quickly in his arms, one of his hands holding yours and the other placed at your lower back.
“I’m so delighted you came,” he says tenderly as his eyes wander over your face then sweep down your body. “You are a vision. The stars will be jealous of you tonight.”
If the use of one of your favorite lines didn’t already work his most recent words make you swoon and you clutch his hand more tightly, nibbling your bottom lip.
“James…” you begin but he spins you away before you can say more and when you’re back in his arms his face is only inches from yours and you’re at a loss for any other words.
He keeps you close and you can feel every inch of his hard body pressed to yours.
The sound of voices draws your attention away and you suddenly remember Matt.
“Oh!” you exclaim, “what about Matt?”
James smiles and although the gesture is warm something dark flickers in his eyes.
“Your friend seems to be doing just fine doll,” James tells you as he spins you both around so you can see.
Matt is currently dancing with a beautiful red head, her pale face lit up in a smile as they twirl around the room.
“He certainly looks fine,” you finally say with a giggle.
“I assure you my friends are very engaging. They were overjoyed to know I was having company. Natasha especially. She loves to dance and it’s been quite some time since I’ve entertained.”
“Your home is beautiful,” you say. “Do you live here alone?”
“No. Not alone,” he says. “Steven is my companion…we have been through much together and our friendship runs deep.”
“I met him when we got here and he showed me a glimpse of your impressive garden.”
James smiles, doing nothing to hide the haughty lift of his chin, and says, “ah yes! You’ve seen my flowers. I do enjoy tending to my nightly blooms.”
“I noticed many of them were open even in the nighttime,” you state pleasantly, not wanting to come off as rude.
“Yes all flowers of the darkness. The moonflowers are my personal favorite.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those before,” you say.
“Well I’ll be sure to give you the grand tour of the garden after you see the library,” he beams.
As you continue to dance and talk you lose track of time, not even noticing that Matt has long since disappeared and you and James are the only two left in the large room.
“You’re a wonderful dancer James.”
“I’ve had many years of practice,” he explains. “And it helps having such an exquisite partner.”
You glow under his praise and find yourself craving more from him. You press yourself closer and release his hand, languidly sliding it along his shoulder to rest just below the base of his neck.
Joyously he returns your embrace, holding you affectionately as he continues to float you around the room. As the music slows so do his steps and as if sensing the change, you cling to him, your fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his neck.
His passion mixes with the innate thirst he has kept hidden and the scent of your skin, the feel of your body and the taste of you is overwhelming. He yields, and with a groan, dips his head to kiss your throat, his fangs emerging quickly and purposefully.
His kiss is gentle, not that of a predator but of a lover, and you gasp at first but don’t pull away. An ecstasy like you’ve never known takes over and any thought of pain ebbs away with every pulse of your blood.
“James!” comes a commanding voice that goes unheard by you. “Release her!”
You’re suddenly thrust from James’ arms, weak and dizzy. A soothing voice enters your head and your eyelids grow heavy, the room around you slowly fading into blackness.
James paces at the foot of his large bed, the four wooden posts holding up the deep velvet draping’s that partially shield you from his eyes.
“The thirst is commanding,” Steven states placidly. “But you must be more careful!”
James turns to his lifelong friend and stares, his lips parting as his fangs grow and sharpen.
“Yes, it does,” James answers, his voice low and menacing. “I need to feed.”
Steven nods with a quick glance at your prone form on the bed. “She will be safe here and she will sleep through tomorrow’s sun. Come. Let us hunt.”
The two men take long strides toward the door and with one last longing glance behind him, your soft features illuminated by a sliver of the moon’s pale light that escapes through the tapestries, James’ body shifts into the shape of a sleek black wolf and he races away.
At the smell of food you gently shift along the silken sheets, stretching out like a cat before you blink your eyes open. Darkness surrounds you and the smell of something sweet but weathered permeates the scent of the well-cooked meal.
You sit up slowly, clutching the sheets to your chest and noting that you are no longer wearing your dress from last night, only a thin chemise.
Last night?
Your mind begins to race and your voice catches in your throat as your eyes focus on the room.
“Where am I?” you squeak out, plastering yourself to the leather headboard.
“You’re safe doll.”
At the sound of James’ soothing voice you visibly relax. Something about his presence makes you feel calmer. You don’t quite understand it but he puts your mind and body at ease.
“What happened?” you ask. “Where is Matt?”
“You indulged a bit too much after dancing,” he explains as he moves closer, now standing beside the bed. “You were unfit to get home so I let you sleep here. As for Matt, he is safe at home.”
Again, for reasons unknown to you, you trust his word.
“Is this your bed?” you ask as you fingers sweep over the plush fabric.
You look up at him with the unspoken question in your eyes.
“Yes,” he whispers. “But I slept elsewhere. I promise you.”
More tension leaves your shoulders and you look past him to the steaming food on the small table.
“Hungry?” he asks with a mischievous grin.
“Starving!” you exclaim as you start to get up.
When you stand your legs are wobbly and you teeter at the edge of the bed.
James quickly wraps you in his embrace and holds you against his chest.
“Slow,” he instructs. “You have slept long and haven’t eaten. Sit. I will bring it to you.”
He gently sits you back down and goes to get the tray of food, setting it down beside you on the bed. He pulls up a chair and sits beside you, stabbing a piece of the food with the fork and bringing it to your lips.
Your eyes stay locked on his as your mouth opens and you take a bite. The low moan that leaves the back of your throat is unexpected but you are hungrier than you thought and the food is delicious.
His eyes flash and he grips the fork tighter, his already white skin pulled tight against his knuckles.
“Good, isn’t it?” he asks, plucking another bite from the plate.
“Yes,” you whisper, eagerly taking the second piece.
“Eat all you want doll. You’ll need your energy for all I have to show you today.”
He entertains you with stories of how he’s collected his books and how he came to love gardening. You brighten at his words and dutifully eat all the food on the plate.
When you’ve had your fill he stands and begins to collect the tray. You sit back with a contented sigh, fiddling with your necklace. Your fingers graze something on your neck and a rush of emotion floods through you.
“James,” you say, your voice wavering.
He’s instantly at your side, his face etched with worry.
“I…I have…” you stammer, fighting the growing warning in your head.
James delicately rests his palm over your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips.
“Everything is fine doll. I have everything you need here. Just say the words and it will be yours.”
Your eyes refocus and settle on his as a sense of peacefulness washes over you once again.
“Thank you.”
He smiles, warm and inviting, and your eyes drop to his lips. You’re drawn to him in every way, his charm ever present in the forefront of your mind and you grab his wrist, leaning in closer.
A loud knock on the door startles you from your trance and you pull away, quickly covering yourself with the blanket.
James’ eyes narrow and he let’s out a low rumble.
“Come in,” he says dangerously.
Steven enters and looks between the two of you, his eyes widening slightly at the look on James’ face.
“Sorry to disturb you,” he regrets. “But you are needed.”
He keeps his eyes on James and waits.
“I won’t be long,” James assures you, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll find everything you need in the chest at the foot of the bed. Feel free to wander the house.”
He stands abruptly and moves toward Steven, brushing past him with the soft closing of the door.
“This better be worth my time,” James seethes.
Once the two men are far enough away from the bedroom Steven grabs James’ arm and swiftly turns him so they are face to face.
“Do you have her under your charm?” Steven asks, his teeth gritted.
James turns away, walking toward the windows to look out over the garden, the bright blooms like stars scattered across the darkness.
“She will try to run,” he states coldly. “I will not have it.”
“James,” Steven sighs as he comes to stand beside his friend. “You do not give yourself enough credit. How do you know she will not grow to love you?”
James is silent for a long time, his eyes still staring out at the darkness.
When he finally speaks his voice is smaller, carrying none of it’s usual authority and fierceness.
“One could no sooner love a monster.”
“Give her time,” Steven answers quietly.
James makes no further comment and simply asks, “what could be so important that you would pull me from my love?”
“The young man…Matt, came to the estate. He is demanding to know why she is still here in your care and when she is coming home.”
James is quiet for a long time after Steven’s explanation and finally he squares his shoulders and sets his jaw firmly in line.
“Deal with it and make sure I am not disturbed again unless absolutely necessary.”
Before Steven can give any sign of acknowledgement James whisps away into a bat and speeds down the hall toward the library.
You dress in the clothes that he left you, running your fingertips over the soft fabric of the simple dress and loving how it fits you perfectly. The floor beneath your feet is chilly and you silently wish for something warm to cover them. Just as you open the door of the bedroom you notice a pair of slippers resting at the side and you wonder if the house has heard your silent request and answered.
Now warm and comfortable you make your way down the long hallway, passing the room from last night where you danced with James. You continue further down, seeing many smaller adjacent rooms that hold cozy sitting areas and desks.
When you reach the end of the hall, moonlight gathers on the stone floor from one of the large windows, and a large oaken door sits slightly ajar.
You take a deep breath and gently push it open the rest of the way.
A large fire burns comfortably in the hearth, its ruddy glow infusing the room with heat and light. The walls are lined from floor to ceiling with richly carved wooden bookshelves, every available space filled with books.
The scent of well-oiled leather and old parchment invades your senses and you throw your hands up and twirl with barely subdued awe.
“I was hoping I would be back in time to see your reaction,” James purrs from the doorway.
You spin around to find him leaning against the tall wooden doorframe, his perfect lips carved into a soft smile.
“Oh James!” you exclaim. “It’s just….”
You squeal in happiness, running to one of the shelves and plucking a book off, your fingers moving reverently across the worn binding before you carefully open it and lift it to your nose.
Your inhalation is loud and full and when you lift your eyes to James his own are crinkled with joy.
“Is it everything you hoped for?” he inquires as he moves toward you.
“It’s even better,” you whisper, clutching the book to your chest.
When he reaches you he presses his long fingers under your chin, caressing your jaw with his thumb.
“I cannot express the happiness this brings me. You may read anything you like. They are yours.”
Your mouth falls open at his offer and your eyes widen, brightening with tears.
“But…why? You just met me. Isn’t there someone else…?”
“There is no one else,” he says sharply, not meaning to speak so and he quickly smiles and tucks you under his arm.
“There is no one else who would enjoy them as much as you,” he says, this time his voice soft and pleasant.
“What about you?”
Your question catches him off guard and he studies you silently before gathering you in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Yes. I will enjoy them too of course.”
He’s reluctant to let you go but he can feel your body brimming with excitement.
“Go, enjoy! I will come find you shortly for dinner.”
He turns to leave but you grab his hand and give it a small tug, smiling under your lashes when he gives you a curious look. You press your palm to one of his cheeks and softly kiss the other, your lips lingering for a moment before you pull away.
“Thank you,” you whisper and with a wide smile you dash off to the shelves.
James wanders back down the hall, his fingers pressed to the same spot your lips had touched and for the first time he weighs the reality of Steven’s words.
Could you really love him? Would you stay because you wanted to?
When Steven comes to collect you for dinner you are curled up in one of the scarlet velvet cushioned chairs, a large book in your lap and a wistful expression on your face.
“My dear,” Steven says softly. “Dinner is ready and you must be hungry.”
You look up with a start but smile when you see him.
“Yes, I am!” you say with a laugh. “What time is it?”
“It is well past dinner time but your schedule is off after your night of partying.”
At that last word Steven gives you a playful grin and you match it but as you stand and go to him it begins to fall.
“I don’t even remember having a drink! All I remember is dancing with James and then I woke up in his bed.”
Your steps slow and you look at Steven, your eyes turning round with fear.
“Don’t worry,” he says carefully, moving forward tentatively to take your hand. “Everything is fine and you are safe.”
His words are like a warm caress and you feel the tension seep from your body.
“What have you been reading?” he asks as he urges you out the door of the library.
With your fearful thoughts a distant memory you divulge Steven in every little detail of the book you’ve read so far…a first edition copy of ‘Wuthering Heights.’
“I still can’t believe I have it in my hands,” you say with amazement as you look down at the book. “Where did he get this?”
“You can ask him yourself,” Steven smiles as he holds the door of the dining room open.
James greets you by taking your free hand and leading you toward the chair next to his, pulling it out so you may sit.
Steven clears his throat to get James’ attention, a silent exchange passing between them. James nods and proceeds to sit.
“So, what do you think so far?” James asks as his eyes drop to the book.
“I love it but how did you get a first edition copy?”
Your excitedness eases some of the worry that Steven’s earlier warning provoked and he relaxes, eagerly listening to your chatter about the book.
“Won’t you have something to eat?” you ask when you scrape your plate clean with your last bite.
James glances down at his still full plate and smiles.
“Well, I was so enraptured with you, I forgot to eat,” he says with a wink. “But come, we will go to the garden before we have some dessert.”
He stands and reaches for your hand, taking it and looping your arm with his. You press into his side and walk with him down the long hallway toward the garden.
The darkness of the night isn’t oppressive, the leaf-filtered moonlight turning the garden into a moving tapestry of shadows and wisps, and all around are the soft sounds of nighttime life.
James breathes in deeply, the subtle scent of your warm blood taking precedent above all the other fragrances from the flowers. A warm breeze travels among the leaves and blooms yet your body trembles.
“Are you cold?” James asks.
“It isn’t cold out but for some reason I feel a chill.”
At your answer he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You smile in thanks and pull it closer to your body, discreetly sniffing the collar.
His smell makes you sigh and you snuggle closer to the warm fabric.
“It must be a lot of work to care for all these flowers,” you muse as you meander down the stone pathways.
“It takes nurturing and patience,” he says quietly as his eyes wander across the flowers. “Time is something I have a lot of.”
He steps closer to the moonflower plant and gently picks a blossom, twirling it between his long fingers.
“This, doll, is a moonflower.”
He holds it just under your nose, the soft petals tickling your skin as you inhale.
“It smells almost citrusy,” you remark. “They are beautiful.”
He takes the flower and tucks it under the thin strap of your dress, his fingertips tracing the outline of your collarbone before ghosting along your throat.
“Did you know they are deadly if ingested?”
Your eyebrows raise and you shake your head, leaning into his touch. “The seeds are highly toxic but thankfully once you educate yourself they are both very safe and very easy to cultivate.”
“Do they stay open in the daytime?” you ask, your voice breathless.
“They do not. They are true nighttime blooms. Only in the darkness do they come alive.”
His fingers move higher and curl around the back of your neck. Your scent surrounds him, drowning out all his other sharpened senses.
“James,” your voice trembles.
“Do you want to know another of my favorite quotes from your beloved Frankenstein story?” he whispers, his breath cool against your skin.
His fangs begin to lengthen and hunger tugs at every fiber of his unnatural existence.
“What is it?” you ask, your body now completely pliant against his.
His nose brushes along the length of your neck and he gently nips at your earlobe, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your head back and expose more of your throat.
“If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear,” he murmurs, pressing his lips just below your ear.
You tremble but this time it’s not from the cold and when your eyes meet his commanding gaze you smile softly and press closer to him.
“But I am not afraid,” you whisper.
He takes your face in his hands and smooths the pad of his thumb across your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, their color red with the anticipation of the taste of you. His fingers slide down and graze your pulse point, the rhythmic throbbing sending a rush of heat through his body.
The clouds move slowly across the sky, exposing the full silver light of the moon and it floods the garden, bathing you both in an ethereal glow.
“I will no longer suffer this eternity alone. You will be mine forever.”
His lips press to yours, nipping and licking your warm flesh before he parts your tongue and swallows your gasps of pleasure. A fire erupts across your skin and your fingernails dig into his back, his jacket falling to the ground in a heap of dark fabric.
As his hands explore your bare skin he can barely contain his awe, the feeling of you is better than anything he could have imagined in his long life.
The flower that is secured in your dress floats to the floor as his fingers slip under the thin straps and slowly push them off your shoulders. His lips never leave yours when his hands travel lower, caressing every inch of you that he can.
“James, please,” you beg, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.
He pulls away, your lips still chasing his, and looks into your eyes.
Slowly he loosens his hold over you and some of the light returns to your eyes like a spark ignited. You reach for him again; this time of your own accord and he growls in victory.
With languid movements he brings your lips to his once again, softly kissing them before he moves down your neck, lightly scraping your skin with his elongated fangs.
You gasp his name, a whispered plea, and he can no longer deny the thirst that burns inside him like a fever and without warning he embeds his fangs in your soft flesh.
For that one brief moment all desire leaves your body and is replaced with an innate terror at the realization of what’s happening. With a weak push on his chest you try to get away but it’s too late and before the cry of anguish can leave your parted lips you sink into an inky blackness, the feeling of ecstasy creeping over you like a veil, shrouding all else in shadow.
@book-dragon-13 @dreamlessinparis @lookiamtrying @loki-laufeyson-1054 @goldylions @seitmai @randomfandompenguin @hiddles-rose @flordeamatista
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x female reader#vampire!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#soft!dark bucky barnes#bucky barnes imagine#vampire au#bucky barnes au#fairytale au#sebastian stan x reader#mythsandlegendswithliloandaqua#once upon a time challenge
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𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒰𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒…
I’m Bones, and I’m celebrating a huge milestone—10k followers! I am so honored that so many people enjoy my work, and I am so grateful for the friends and relationships I have cultivated here, and what better way to celebrate those things than with a challenge? I think we all know that the sanitized, kid-friendly version of most fairytales are nowhere near their grim, grisly original tellings. For this challenge, I would like to return to those bleak, terrifying roots, and come up with something darkly fantastical!
For this challenge, I would like to both pay homage to my own roots, and the theme of my blog. Participants will pick one of the following 10 fairytales (or, to be fancy, you can use the spinner I made!) and then turn out the lights. This is a dark challenge, and, more than their originals, your entries should have a dark twist. Use your imaginations! Maybe Cinderella doesn’t get what she hoped for in her Prince Charming, or perhaps the story of Rapunzel that we know is not how things truly happened—it’s up to you! But your story must be dark—whether that is explicit, or revealed slowly through the events of your story, is, again, completely up to you! You can use the Roster of Accepted Characters to choose your fighter (lol)! Now, onto the rules!
𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈:
18+ ONLY. This is a dark challenge, and while smut is not a requirement, I think the general subject matter, as well as the themes, will be inappropriate for minors. Smut is not necessary, but it is encouraged. 😏
Challenge opens 4/01/23, and will continue until the end of summer! September 1st! end on my birthday! 06/09/23! (The first of April to the ninth of June for my folks who do D/M/Y instead of M/D/Y lol)
YOUR WORK MUST MEET THE CHALLENGE BRIEF. If your work does not meet the challenge brief (A DARK retelling of a classic fairytale) I will not be reblogging it, and it will not be included in the challenge masterlist. I will not be making exceptions ❤️
You must place your work under a cut at 350 words.
There is a 10k word limit. Go crazy!
You ARE allowed to use fairytales not included on this list, please just let me know in my inbox!
Tag and warn appropriately. It is exceedingly important that we tag and warn our works to best of our ability, so that readers know what they are getting into. (Obviously don’t tag to the point where you spoil your plot, but, you know. Use your best judgement.)
Please, no: DD/LG, RPF, Toilet-play, Bestiality (but monsterfucking is a-okay), and no minors in sexual situations.
This must be new and original work. You may not submit previously written work, or work written for other challenges. It’s fine if this is part of a pre-existing series, but this specific piece must be a stand-alone, able to be read and understood without reading any previous work.
Three entries per person. You can submit three separate entries, or a mini-series with three chapters, but each piece must be beneath the 10k word limit.
Please use the roster to select an MMC. It’s okay if you want to use a character who isn’t listed, but please just check in to make sure it’s a fandom I’m actually into 😅
We are all working underneath the same constraints. It is not plagiarism for another author to use the same fairytale, or similar tropes as you. I will not tolerate false accusations, and will block anyone who makes them.
Have fun! This rule is non-negotiable. If this challenge is not sparking joy, it’s okay to sit it out, there will be more!
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈
✨Rapunzel
✨Little Red Riding Hood
✨Beauty and the Beast
✨The Little Mermaid
✨Peter Pan
✨Sleeping Beauty
✨Cinderella
✨Rumplestiltskin
✨Goldilocks
✨Snow White
𝑅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇: (Or spin the wheel here)
Steve Rogers
Joel Miller
Ari Levinson
Eddie Munson
Bucky Barnes
Peter Parker
Eddie Brock
Namor
Thor Odinson
Loki Laufeyson
T’Challa
M’Baku
Kang
Dennis Baker
Ransom Drysdale
Lloyd Hansen
Andy Barber
Steve Kemp
Nick Fowler
Lee Bodecker
Arvin Russel
Clark Kent
Geralt of Rivia
Have fun everyone!
#challenge#writing prompts#prompts#prompt challenge#writing prompt#fanfiction#fanfiction challenge#fanfic#fic challenge#Once Upon A Time challenge#boxofbonesfic#bones challenge#fandom challenge#writing challenge
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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - [4/4] ‘It’s right, just not right now’ Ships
↳ “I waited too long to tell someone how I felt about them and when I finally worked up the courage, it was too late.”
#ouatedit#ouat#onceuponatimeedit#once upon a time#sleeping warrior#sleeping beauty#mulan#creations#Aurora#aurora x mulan#ultimate ships challenge#do. do you get it.#i put mulan's love is sacrifice line to aurora right before her making the ultimate sacrifice by leaving so phillip and aurora#can start their family#anyway crying about their wasted potential until i die
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This is the forth and last map I've made for The First Ones story: The Komorebi continent.
The story hasn't arrived in these lands yet, but they will in the future, so I thought it would be nice to have it ready.
Since I get better by doing, this map is probably the one I'm most proud of, even if it's not perfect. Please have a closer look here.
The story will continue on Sunday in just two days! 😊
#kyriat#ts4 history challenge#sims 4 story#ts4 story#kyriat-stories#map of Komorebi continent#Made with Inkarnate#intermezzo#KyriaT#The big gap#Sims gameplay#The First Ones#Historical challenge#Once Upon A Time
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One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 1 Side B
Propaganda under the cut.
SaboLaw: it’s so funny. law deals with luffy from punk hazard to wano and turns around and dates his brother. sabo seems like the normal one but he is actually the least sane of the three. they would do fucked up experiments together. they both have reasons to hate the world government as well, and nothing says cute first date like burning down the establishment!
Giraffe Love: When Kaku said “I love giraffes”, he meant it.
#op crack ship war#one piece#sabo one piece#trafalgar law#kaku one piece#hamlet one piece#tournament poll#round 1#side b#I'm so torn on this one because giraffe love is so funny#but sabolaw is one of the oldest crack ships that I liked#if not my first crack ship#and I mean old old... dressrosa old (and I wasn't even at dressrosa back then)#I even wrote for this crack ship once upon a time 🤷♀️#(I challenge you to NOT find that one 😂)
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Once upon a time...
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast 👸 👹
This is another entry for the Toy Photographers Bingo challenge.
Prompt: Once upon a time ✔️
#beauty and the beast#once upon a time#fairy tales#the muppets#lego#lego photography#legophotography#toy photography#toyphotography#legophoto#toyphoto#brickcentral#toy photoshoot#legominifigures#lego minifigures#minifig photography#outdoor toy photography#toy photographers#love story#photo challenge
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Twenty-five icons of the Twelfth Doctor (Doctor Who).
250 x 250px.
Please like/reblog if you use or save them, thank you! :)
Want another colour? Just ask.
My other Doctor Who icons are tagged with #dw icons.
My old icons are available via my icons page and icons tag.
Icons under the cut:
+bonus:
#doctor who#dwedit#doctorwhoedit#twelfth doctor#twelfthdoctoredit#twice upon a time#peter capaldi#petercapaldiedit#moffatedit#iconsnetwork#dw icons#doctor who icons#*mine#*icons#another nostalgic twelve era thing from me i promise i will make something new one day haha#i was rewatching and was hit once again by all of my twelve emotions#i love this shot as he's saying hate is always foolish and love is always wise and it was my icon for a while in 2018#i thought it would be interesting to have a second go at it considering all i have learned since#it's definitely an improvement but then again i think this shot is impossible to colour very well haha i like a challenge but#i've been fiddling with sliders for days now and i really just need to move on so i'm posting him he's done! see you again in 2030 i guess
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hey, shout out to legends of avantris for forcing my to learn how to draw alligators and tigers in my art style 👍
#Time to over come my biggest challenge#Drawing animal#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#ouaw#kremy lecroux#morning frost
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Logan’s accent is on my list of things to study but i also saw something about the miami accent where its very elongated vowels and now im always like 🤨🤔 is that a factor on top of swiss boarding school
no fr he sounds so interesting to me… i love accents i love that we just get little markers we carry in our speech of where we came from and how we’ve lived!!!!
#ask#i feel like once upon a time there was an accent challenge type thing where you read off diff stuff#as like a tag game. and it was CUTE bring it back i want to know your voices…
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For the Greater Good
Title: For the Greater Good
Summary: What most people don’t know is that Belle had a younger step-sister. Another thing that most people don’t know is that you would do anything to protect your family and your village. So, when a man by the name of Rumplestiltskin shows up to make a deal to help save your village, he requires something in return. You or Belle. You immediately offer to go with him, telling him to take you instead. Intrigued, he happily accepts.
Warnings: not sure if there is any really; just Rumplestiltskin being Rumple; maybe some slight abuse; mentions of death of a parent; angst; again you’re responsible for what you read, I just post here.
Word Count: 1,854
You were busy cleaning Rumple’s mansion, one of the many chores he has bestowed upon you when you arrived. As you were dusting one of the bookshelves, you hummed a little tune your mother used to sing to you before she passed. You were so caught up in what you were doing that you had failed to realize that Rumple had joined you in the library.
“What is that that you’re humming?”
Needless to say that you were quite startled when you heard his high-pitched, accented voice fill the room. You place your hand on your chest and the other on top of the ladder to steady yourself. You take in a couple of deep breaths as you look down at your new master. You watch him as he crosses his arms in front of him and holds his chin in between his thumb and index finger.
“Well? I’m waiting.” He inquires again, this time in a sing-songy type voice.
“It’s a song that my mom used to sing before she passed away. One of the very few things that I remember about her.” You finally reply, you cast your gaze down to the floor. A moment of sadness taking over you at the thought of your mother. “I can stop if you want me to.” You lift your gaze to meet Rumple’s.
He’s such a difficult man to read but you have a feeling that he’s mulling it over. After a few moments of an intense silence, he finally answers. Waving the hand that was once on his chin as he does. “No, I want you to sing it.” He takes a seat in a nearby armchair, crossing his legs in a dramatic way.
You're surprised by his answer. “I’m sorry, what?”
He props his elbow up on the arm rest and waves his hand again, his voice a little more demanding. “You heard me. Sing.”
You turn to face the bookshelves again and take a deep breath. Your nerves are setting in. You typically didn’t sing in front of others. It’s not that you didn’t sing badly, it’s just that you were pretty shy and got stage fright easily. Before you know it though, the words are coming out.
“How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will…”
You continue to sing the song, hoping that it pleases Rumple. You try not to think about what could happen if he doesn’t find it enjoyable. The last few lines of the song fall from your lips and you take a moment for yourself. A tear slides down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. Suddenly, the sound of clapping fills the room causing you to lift your head and look over at Rumple. A sigh of relief slips past your lips. From the time that you’ve gotten here you’ve learned that the man is very unpredictable. He stops clapping a moment later and the smile slowly fades from his face. His face contorts into curiosity and his head tilts the side.
“I think I’d like my tea now.” Rumple orders, his voice deeper than from before.
“O-of course sir, right away.” You stutter at your words at first before quickly climbing down the ladder that you were on.
You know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting so you rush off to the kitchen as soon as you step off of the ladder. Last time that he felt like you were taking too long, he locked you away in a cell for two days. You made haste at your task at hand, gathering everything up that you needed and setting it on the tray. You handled the fine china with extra care, making sure not to put a chip in any of it. Once the water had come to a boil, you quickly made fresh tea for Rumple. However, before you have a chance to leave the kitchen, Rumple appears behind you causing you to jump.
“You’re a jumpy one.” He comments, his high-pitched voice returning, a giggle coming out of him as he finishes.
“I-I was just about to bring this out to you sir, everything’s all done.” You reply. However, you miss noticing the tea cup next to your hand and end up knocking it over. You hold in your breath, hoping that it doesn’t fall to the ground. But just your luck, the tea cup tumbles off of the wooden countertop and lands on the concrete floor. You hear the cup crack as you squat down to pick it up. As you turn the cup around in your hands to examine it, you do in fact notice a chip in the cup. You stand up and your nerves begin to set in. “I-I’m afraid that there’s a small chip in the cup. B-but you can barely notice it, see?”
You hold out the tea cup to Rumple to show him, making eye contact as you do. You cringe inwardly as you see the stern look on his face, which causes him to look even more menacing. His eyes narrow in on the tea cup for a brief moment before his whole facial expression changes and his mood lightens. “No matter, it’s just a cup dearie.”
You finally let out the breath that you were holding and a small smile curls up on your lips. Setting the chipped cup to the side, you grab a new cup and begin to make Rumple’s tea to his liking. You hand him the tea cup and he accepts the cup, instantly taking a sip.
“So, tell me dearie, why’d you do it?” Rumple inquires, as he removes the tea cup from his lips.
“Do what?” You answer, scrunching up your face in confusion while tilting your head to the side.
“Why did you,” he points his index finger at you. “Volunteer to save your village. Why not let your sister come instead.” He asks again, quirking up an eyebrow. “Surely you’ve heard all of the despicable things about me?”
“Oh, well, I guess I did it to protect her. So she wouldn’t have to bear this.” You answer as you go back over to the kettle and tray, cleaning a few things up.
You feel uneasy as he eyes you up and down. “But she’s your older sister, shouldn’t it be the other way around?” He does a little twirl of the finger at the last part as he continues to drill questions at you.
You shrug your shoulders in response. “I suppose but she’s always doing the right thing and taking care of me. I guess I just thought that maybe for once it’s my turn to return the favor. Plus, I couldn’t stand to see those horrible beasts ruin our village.”
“So, you have a sense of dignity to your village then? Hmm?” Rumple inquires, before taking another sip of tea.
“Yeah, I guess so.” You nod your head slightly
Over the next few days, you grew a bit more comfortable at the mansion. When you were done with your chores, you would either read in the library or do a bit of exploring around the mansion. Rumple would disappear for hours or sometimes longer but you didn’t mind, you liked being alone. Not to mention, being in the presence of Rumple sets your nerves on edge. On one particular day, you had gotten your chores done and you were feeling a bit restless, so you decided to explore a part of the mansion you hadn’t explored yet. The West Wing.
As you open another door, your eyes grow wide in shock at what your eyes are seeing. You rub your eyes to make sure that your eyes aren’t deceiving you. The room is set up for a child and you hesitantly step into the room. A small part of you feels that you shouldn’t be in here but your curiosity is stronger. You take in every inch of the room that it has to offer. A small, child size bed is placed on one side of the room with a bedside table next to it. A wardrobe rests from across the bedroom doorway, undoubtedly filled with children’s clothes. On the opposite side of the room from the bed is a small wooden desk. Something catches your attention on the bedside table so you walk over to check it out. You lift up the piece of parchment paper and a gasp slips out of you. On it, is a sketch of a young boy, it was a beautifully drawn image. Every detail was sketched with perfection and precision. You wondered who the artist was. You feel the bed dip underneath as you take a seat on the edge of it. You had no idea that Rumple had a son, a mix of emotions flooded through you. You wondered where he was or what happened to him because you definitely haven’t seen a young boy around. At the end of the bed, you notice a folded up piece of clothing and just as you’re about to reach for it, a screaming Rumplestiltskin stops you in your tracks.
“What are you doing in here?! Who said you were allowed to come in here?!”
You’ve never seen him so upset before and you had to refrain yourself from wincing with how his voice screeched. As you looked at your master, his face was twisted in anger and he spat with every word that came from him. His entire body was shaking with how upset he was with you. Before you can get a grasp on what was happening, he had a tight grip on your upper arm and he was dragging you out of the room. You tried to get out of his tight grip but it was useless, he was much stronger than you. It didn’t take long before you were being tossed into a cell. A grunt escapes you as you land on your hands and knees. The slamming of the cell door catches your attention and you’re on your feet in an instant, rushing over to the now locked cell door. The clicking of the locks confirms that it is in fact locked.
“You can’t leave me in here!” You cry out to Rumple.
Suddenly, he was in your face, the only thing separating you from him were the bars on the small window on the door. His voice is dark and still filled with rage, seething in fact, as he replies. “You’re mine now! So watch me!”
With that, you were left alone. You slid down to the floor with your body against the door still as numerous thoughts fill your brain. Why did you have to open your big mouth and volunteer? Maybe you should’ve just let Belle come instead. If this was going to be your life now, you begin to wonder if doing this for the greater good was worth it.
#for the greater good#once upon a time#rumplestiltskin#ouat rumple#rumplestilskin x reader#belles sister#beauty and the beast references#beauty and the beast#writing challenge#october writing challenge#angst prompts#tales of a whumpie newbie#step-sister!reader
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BEFORE VS. AFTER COLORING CHALLENGE
whenever i save colorings i post them to @creationsofthedark ;
however, i rarely save them lately, but i try to :D i love making vibrant and colorful gifs, if there is blue... it will be 100% bluer. love changing colors, also love\hate color correcting gifs, it's fun cos my fav part of gifmaking is coloring, but sometimes the scene is total pain in the a55 to color, but it's still fun, i love playing around with settings and finding new ways to color gifs.
thanks for tagging me @sophiadimartino <3
tagging: @tennant @comicbookvillain @itwasmagic @pedro-pascal @bladesrunner @stars-bean whoever wants to do it :3
#tag game#coloring challenge#doctor who#star trek#tos#the catch#the untamed#the sandman#once upon a time#chilling adventures of sabrina#mine*#sd*
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𝙊𝘾 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀 2023: 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 {𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1/2}
Shadows of the trees cast illusions, the cracking of sticks cause hairs on the back of your neck stand. The wind howls which sounds of a voice, and the birds no longer sing. The woods are creepy, desolate, and you find yourself lost in the sea of their trunks. What happens when your ocs are stuck in the woods?
𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖����𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙨.. 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨..
✨ Taglist: @carmens-garden@eddysocs @faerieroyal @daughter-of-melpomene @megandaisy9 @misshiraethsworld @arrthurpendragon ✨
#ohc2023#oc halloween challenge#ocappreciation#ocapp#ocfairygodmother#once upon a time oc#once upon a time#fyeahonceuponatimeocs#queerocs#oc: raina mills#fd: once upon a time#i’m so sorry that I’m ‘quite’ a few days late
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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - [2/2] ‘Enemies to Lovers’ Ships
↳ “Look, we made each other better! Alright, Emma and I were never a predestined love story guaranteed a happy ending. We fought for our love and we won.”
#ouatedit#ouat#onceuponatimeedit#once upon a time#captainswanedit#captain swan#captain hook#emma swan#killian jones#ultimate ships challenge#creations#you know these two's backs hurt from carrying the show for so long
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Kremastes Kourtines - Three Curtains recolor
Sometimes we need privacy, sometimes we need a little privacy and sometimes we just need something to keep the light away.
Even back in ancient times humans (and sims) started to use woven cloth to protect themselves from heat, cold or strong light and divide the living space for more privacy. It was more common among the wealthy than others, and it for sure would beautify their surroundings.
This set has three different curtains in many swatches from my Efrosyni and Knossos palettes. You will find them in game where you normally find curtains, or by searching for Kremastes or KyriaT.
Kremastes Kourtines Ballakia
Mesh: ❗Growing Together
Found in Decorations - Curtains
Left and right version
37 swatches
Price 105 $
Kremastes Kourtines Makrame
Mesh: ❗High School Years
Found in Decorations - Curtains
26 swatches
Price 35 $
Kremastes Kourtines Aples
Mesh: Base Game
Found in Decorations - Curtains
26 swatches
Price 20 $
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#KyriaT#ts4 cc#ts4 recolor#sims 4 cc#sims 4 recolor#s4cc#ts4 bb#ts4 curtains#cc by me#ts4 history challenge#ts4 early civilization#historical sims#maxis match#maxis mix#ts4 maxis match#ts4 mm#Once Upon A Time#simblr
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The agreement was made, and the wedding became expensive, just as Queen Alkmini had predicted. There were many prominent guests, and even the big throne room filled up.
The bride and groom didn't seem overjoyed, but perhaps they were affected by the seriousness of the moment.
The King of Koiláda Chalkoú was invited but did not come to the wedding. He was probably still a bit crossed, even though he had received a handsome compensation, in form of horses, cattle, gems and precious metals. However, he did send his sister to represent him at the wedding, the incredibly beautiful Princess Amphiera.
Other honorable guests were of course Prince Heraklis and his family. It was the first time little Myrrhini was attending publicly, but she seemed more interested in the birds outside than in the wedding ceremony.
The bride's family were also there, even if it was quite a long journey for them, and for that reason little prince Philokratis was left at home. Queen Laonome was not feeling well, it was possible that she was expecting again, so they took a more discreet position in the throne room, to be able to slip out to the private chambers if necessary.
The distinguished ladies of Manthos were all there, of course, and Kyria Figaleía wouldn't miss it for the world.
It truly was a grand celebration, and everybody agreed that it had been a fabulous ceremony.
Except maybe for the bride and groom.
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