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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 1

Summary: Ransom only wanted what his brother couldn’t have

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: forced marriage, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.6K

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“Mother!” Andy’s eyes already roll, as he stands up from kneeling in front of his parents. His baby brother rudely screams through the castle as he demands attention. They had made him that way. Andy had the responsibility of taking over the kingdom of Pomona, while Ransom became a spoiled brat.

“Moth-er!” He couldn’t wait until he was in the throne room before his voice screeched out his newest disapproval over something silly. Andy was treated as an apprentice to the throne, while his brother was the sniveling child. “Mother!”

“My god, does he have to scream throughout the palace?” Andy groans, looking at his mother who was the biggest culprit for Ransom’s behavior.

“He’s young, Andrew.”

“He’s thirty-three,” Andy speaks through his teeth. A low growl emits from his throat when he hears the door swing open quickly, and his lousy brother walks through.

“Mother! Why is he getting a ball?” Ransom’s finger presses hard into Andy’s arm, and he slings Ransom off of him. “I deserve a ball, too. This isn’t fair.”

“Andy needs to pick a wife. She will be the future queen of this kingdom. It is important for him to choose wisely,” even his father was growing weary of Ransom. The King settles a bit lower into his throne, wishing Ransom could change his ways.

“Darling, you are getting a ball,” Andy and the king look at the queen, both sighing. “Andrew’s must come first. You understand don’t you, baby?” when Andy gruffs at the ridiculousness of it all, his mother turns to glare at him. “However, there is a neighboring kingdom, Melora, that has a daughter that will become their queen.”

“So she would outrank me?” Andy swears his brother stomps a foot at their mother. “No. I demand my own ball, and I will get one. She may not be queen, but I will not be under a woman. It’s unheard of. It’s my birthright to…”

“Always stay a prince,” Andy grunts before walking away. This too would be something he’ll have to clean up after his brother. He should have taken the chance to become a king, even if he was never to be The King.

Ransom eyes the crowd, already annoyed at the lack of maidens left. There were more girls at Andy’s ball, and he still didn’t choose a wife. He was destined to be alone, because he needed a strong woman. Needed someone to be his equal. Ransom wanted to rule, and there was not a meek woman here. They were all so…opinionated. They wanted to climb the social ladder, and why not use Ransom to become one the princesses of Pomona.

Their heads held high as they danced and pranced around in front of him. Pathetic. He needed someone beneath him. Someone who would treat him like the royalty he was. “Mother,” he leans over his mother’s throne, getting a side eyed glance from his father. “I don’t want women of this stature.”

“What do you mean, son?” Her delicate hand touches softly to his, just as delicate and pristine. Never had done any hard work. Never adorned a soldier’s armor. “Ransom, I don't understand.”

“I’m going to bed. I’m going to visit the kingdom. I want someone who lives in a cottage. Someone who knows that she is marrying up.”

“Son, that’s unheard of.”

“Someone that will gravel at my feet should I ask. Someone like Andy’s ferrier. Doesn’t he have a daughter? I believe his horse needs to have new shoes. Maybe I should go with my dear brother to see why he always visits him,” with a yawn he walks out of the ball. His father clenches his fist tightly at his spoiled son. Thankfully he had Andy.

You gather a bit of oats, walking over to your favorite horse, Walter, giving him a treat. Petting along his velvet nose, and giving him kisses along his smooth coat. Your father’s eyes look out into the distance as he spies the royal caravan approaching. “Daughter, get inside. Keep quiet, lest they discover your whereabouts,” this time it was different. It wasn’t just Prince Andy.

There were Andy’s colors, but a smaller group was with him. The regal prince jumps off his horse, and with a few clicks of his tongue, leads her over to your father, “She’s a bit down, sir. It’s time.”

“You always take such good care of your animals. How a man treats his animals is a good indication on how he treats others, Your Highness,” Andy shakes his head quickly, holding his hands up. “Sire, that is proper. I must address you like a subject.”

“Of course you should,” the royal brat. Ransom jumps off his own horse, with no regard to his well being. “I’m thirsty.”

“He is busy,” Andy growls back at his brother. He’s not even sure why he came along. His eyes search over the property, lingering at one of the windows. “Make yourself useful.”

“Hmm, I’m good. Do you mind if I step inside? I am quite thirsty,” Ransom responds. Andy shakes his head no, but your father gestures to the front door, “I’ll fetch my own water,” your father starts to speak, but decides against it. While Andy might not mind him speaking frankly, he gets the feeling that Ransom would throw a tantrum, demanding his death.

You start panicking. He spotted you. Andy typically came alone, save a few guards. This one was new, but you had heard of him. You spent most of the time that Andy was there looking at him through the window, before you were tasked at tending to his horse, and then to the future king. Feeding him, and giving him water before he followed you out to the barn. But now there was someone new. Untrustworthy. The cottage was quaint, with very little hiding spots.

You watch horrified as the handle turns down, and turn around to put your back to him. “What have we here?” Ransom asks with a smirk. The door already closing, as he walks closer behind you. “What is your name?”

You hesitantly give him your name, as he slowly walks behind you. His hand rests on the small of your back, and you lurch away, finally getting to see his face. “Oh,” he favored Andy in many ways. Not the pure kindness of Andy, but that was a dream that you would never see happen.

“Is something wrong, My Lady?” your eyes cast to the soup that’s cooking, needing to look away from him. You were no lady of his stature. Just a simpleton, but the way those dark blue eyes bore into your soul, it makes you twitch around. “Are you married to the ferrier?”

“He’s my father,” you squeak out, taking another glance at Ransom. You had barely heard ramblings about the younger prince. He didn’t have the responsibility looming over his head like Andy, so he never visited the kingdom.

“Really? Has he kept you locked away all this time? You’re of marrying age, am I correct?” Nodding your head, you look back out to Andy, and then return to Ransom. There was an uncomfortableness that radiated from him, and still you were curious. “Hmm,” Ransom looks out the dingy window, seeing his brother right in your eyesight.

He wondered if there was a reason that Andy chose this particular ferrier. Why did he come out a bit further for a man that wasn’t even in the city limits? Surely, there was more to coming here so often than having good horse shoes. And then he catches his brother looking into the cottage a bit directly at you. “Have you ever dreamed of becoming a princess?”

“Doesn’t every girl?”

“It’s settled then,” he walks quickly outside, snapping his fingers. “I have found her,” he doesn’t miss Andy’s footsteps walking closer to the house. His eyes worriedly look towards the cottage. Finally something that Andy wanted, but he couldn’t have. And if Andy wanted you, you were good enough for Ransom.

“Gather her up. I have found my future wife.”

“What?” You and Andy both demand at the same time. Your eyes start to well with tears at the realization of what was happening.

“Brother, you can’t be serious. She’s,” Andy bites his lip, trying to find you, needing to apologize before he says another word, “She’s a commoner. You’re a prince.”

“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never be king. It isn’t important who I marry. It’s important who you marry. I wager she doesn’t have much to gather. Load her up.”

“My horse,” you say quietly. “I have a horse. I can’t leave Walter. But my father needs him for the garden.”

“I’ll buy you another horse, if you can’t make a decision. I shall see you at the palace. I’ll get a room ready for you. You’ll have to stay there until we’re married. You understand, right?” Ransom leaves quickly, and you run to the door, finally seeing Andy’s eyes. You can’t allow yourself to think that he’s just as hurt by this moment as you are. Ransom was not your Prince Charming, and Andy could never be yours.

“Father?”

“I told you to stay hidden. And I told you not to bring him,” he points at Andy. “We had a deal.”

You pick at your new dress, sitting in the small room. A room fit for a servant. In the basement, and far away from your future husband. A husband that you didn’t choose, nor did you want him. It was cruel. Inhumane. And you detested Ransom more everyday. Only allowing you to walk about the grounds accompanied by your ladies in waiting.

Oh, but if Andy was around, Ransom couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You hated him. And hated it here.

You stand up quickly when the door opens, assuming it to be another lady, but are surprised to see that it is Ransom instead. “You know,” he begins walking over to your bed. It was improper for him to be in here with you alone, and it worried you. “I realize that you don’t have a dowry.”

“You knew where I came from, Your Highness,” always with that title. Ransom was a prince, and he wanted everyone to know about it.

“You see, it’s not quite fair to me.”

“I don’t understand. You’re a prince. This kingdom…it’s yours.”

“Well, it’s my parents, and then the future king’s. Not mine. You see the predicament I’m in? I had hoped to put a smaller castle on the outskirts of our kingdom. Possibly Andy gives me a small part of the kingdom to make one of my own,” he rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact it would be smaller, “But with no dowry, it doesn’t seem fair. I’m sure that you see this room and wonder what kind of a cruel man that I am. But I’m not cruel. I have a job for you that will make us very very rich.”

You move backwards from him, not sure exactly what he was proposing. “Did you know your father bragged to my brother that while you were but common maiden, you could spin straw into gold?”

“No, I…”

“So, since that is possible, that door,” he points over to a small door. Walking over to it, and turning back to smile at you. “This door will lead you to the answer to our problems. Don’t disappoint me,” he says before leaving you. You had heard rumors of what Ransom did when he was not with you. Not at all what an engaged man should be doing.

Your father got you into this mess. Thinking that all Andy needed was a promise, even if it was a lie. He had seen the lingering glances that you and Andy had made. Love was never enough for royals, you needed to add to their wealth, or there was no chance. Opening the door, you start sobbing. A room full of straw and a spinning wheel in the center.

“I can’t do this,” turning back around to flee, the door slams shut, and another man appears before you. “You’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?”

He walks closer to you, shaking his head. “He’s selling me isn’t he?”

“No, Your Grace. He knows not of my whereabouts. I have come to help you.”

“Unless you can spin straw into gold…”

“And I can. Where do you think your filthy lying father got the idea? Why do you think you have never met your mother? I make deals you see? I will do this for you, but what will you do for me? Choose your words very carefully.”

Your fingers twitch on your dress, looking around the room as you swallow bile. There was no way out for you. If you didn’t make this happen, you would die. If you did make this happen, you would be in his debt. “What do you desire?”

“A child. Your first born.”

“If you do this, and I don’t die. I will gift you with mine and Ransom’s first child.”

He nods his head, grabbing a handful of straw as he sits down on the spinning wheel. Beautiful strands of gold replace the straw as he starts to work. The tiniest of gleaming golden thread. “The Princess of the Golden Castle. Golden things usually get you in trouble,” he says flinching. Reaching behind him, you see him scratch his back awkwardly.

“Are you an angel?”

“A demon now, I suppose. Was once a faerie.”

Something inside of you was telling you to keep him talking. Find out what you can about the mysterious demon faerie. “What’s your name, kind sir.”

He looks up at you with the tiniest bit of kindness shining in his eyes. This wasn’t about making a deal. It was about finding a friend. He hadn’t had one in so long. Was tasked to protect the forest, but made one wrong move. His body twitches around, and he tries to fight the evil growing inside of him. “Call me Lance.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Lance.”

“Not kindness,” his eyes blink closed harshly. “This is a deal.”

“You didn’t have to offer it to me,” he happens to glance towards you one more time, there was no malice or trickery in your face. You weren’t trying to get one over on him, you were being serious.

“You’re welcome.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“It was harder than you think.”

“Could I learn to do this?” Lance shrugs his shoulders, continuing to make mountains of golden thread. “A golden castle, huh? So do you read Ransom’s mind, or do you listen in on his conversations?”

“Both.”

“He would kill me, wouldn’t he?” Lance nods his head. “What of my horse, Walter?”

“Turned him out. He was just a simple work horse. Should you be successful, you will ride one of his, black as night. That’s how they tell the difference between him and Andy. Andy’s horses are white, while Ransom’s are black.”

“Like the color of his soul,” he gives you a sad smile, you were smarter than Ransom gave you credit for.

“You would marry Ransom even though you love another?” no one had ever called you out on this notion. Your feelings towards Andy were kept a secret. No one usually came with Andy when he visited.

“I don’t have a choice.”

“You would have children with a man you don’t love.”

“My first born with Ransom belongs to you. It won’t matter.”

“You surprise me, Aurelia,” gathering up a bit more straw, you were showing him kindness that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Helping him, a demon of the forest. He believed kindness was all but gone now. You were special.

“Aurelia?”

“It means golden,” with a smile that makes Lance’s eyes glow, he goes back to his task. Hoping that this would be enough to make Ransom happy. You deserved it.

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 9

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst, dubcon relationships, mentions of violence/aggression/death.

“You need to calm down, Lance.”

Lance ripped his arm from his cousin’s, a sneer on his face, “don’t you dare tell me what to do, Jefferson. I am a king of nymphs, just as you are. I am not some petulant child, so stop speaking down to me like one.”

“Then perhaps you should stop acting like one, cousin,” Jefferson retorted. Lance’s jaw ticked and Jefferson smirked, “what, cousin? Do you wish to throw another tantrum?”

“Go to hell, Jefferson,” he spat, “I was promised a daughter of Rogers. Her sister backed out of the deal, and she stepped into it in her place. She knew what she was walking in to. But now, suddenly I’m not good enough to walk away with?”

“You’re trying to rip her from the only connections she has because you feel slighted,” Jefferson pointed out as he tried to reason with Lance, “I know what happened between our other cousin and yourself…”

“Then you know he betrayed my trust…”

“I know that he protected his sisters to the best of his abilities,” Jefferson frowned, “he tried to prot-“

“He stole my subjects and hid them away in his mountain like some sort of dragon,” Lance growled, cutting off his cousin, “Both of his sisters are water nymphs. An-“

“And you know that he is both in control of his fire abilities, and has water ones,” Jefferson reminded him, “and I don’t think you need the reminder cousin, but he yielded that crown to you.��

Lance’s jaw ticked, “it was my crown…he didn’t deserve it.”

“But he wields both and is older than us,” Jefferson retorted, “you know the laws just as well as I, cousin. Nick was entitled to the thrown first. But he knew that you would be better suited to lead the water nymphs rather than him splitting his energy. You didn’t deserve the crown, cousin…none of us ‘deserve’ anything.”

“You spend too much time listening to philosophers in the wind, cousin.”

“And you spend too much time with water in your ears,” Jefferson said smugly, “I’m only advising you to take the water out and spend some time grounding yourself. Get to kn-“

I’m a water nymph, cousin. The water does ‘ground me.’ Are you suggesting that I take your lands in exchange for that of our cousins?”

“I’m saying you need to focus on the bride you’ve been neglecting, rather than focusing on a subject who wishes to live peacefully with her mate.”

“You should know that she’s banned from my lands.”

“She knows.”

Lance frowned, knowing that Jefferson was hiding Nick’s sister in the woods with her selkie mate. And while he wanted to threaten his cousin, much in the same way that he threatened Nick, Lance had always had a soft spot for his well-spoken cousin. He and Nick were both hot-headed, and always butt heads, but Jefferson managed to be the calm between them.

Lance sighed and Jefferson clapped his cousin on the shoulder, “you do know what you should do, don’t you, cousin?”

“She doesn’t want me, Jefferson. She stopped wearing the bracelet that I’d given her…She removed it…”

“She is a shifter, dear cousin,” Jefferson reminded Lance, “the girls do not know our ways as we do. She removed it because she feels abandoned.”

“I’ve had to prepare for her…” Lance frowned, “I’ve had to remind my subjects that their queen will be a wolf. That she is different from us. I-“

“Have you told her that?”

Lance’s frown deepened and he looked away from his cousin. He shook his head, “No…I-I haven’t told her anything.”

“She is an alpha…much like her sisters. She is head-strong and determined, but she is not without embarrassment or needs, Lance,” Jefferson sighed, “she wants to feel wanted and loved, cousin. She wants to be wooed. You cannot just show up and drag her away just to lock her in a castle and forget about her.”

“I would never…”

“Cousin…you already have,” Jefferson sighed, “Samantha and her have been in Ransom’s castle for nearly a month. I’ve made time to see my bride nearly every day. And if I cannot, I send word. I remind her that she is always on my heart and in my thoughts. It is not about the gifts that we give, but the time that we share with them.”

Lance sighed as Jefferson stood and excused himself.

“Wait…” Jefferson looked back to his cousin, and he bit his lip, “h-how do I come back from it, Jefferson? She hates me…”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Jefferson chuckled, “she’s an alpha wolf who feels abandoned. She’s angry…”

“Wouldn’t you say that’s worse?”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, “but it is up to you to make it up to her, Lance…I have my own wolf to take care of…attend to your future bride as I shall attend to mine.”

“Lance does care about you, Annalise…” She only rolled her eyes as her sister spoke. But Samantha caught on and came and sat on her sister’s bed, “Jefferson told me all about a conversation that the two of them had. He wants to make it right.”

“If he wanted that, he would have stayed…”

“He did stay,” she reminded her sister, “for seven hours, locked outside of your room while you threw your own little temper tantrum.”

“I didn’t throw a temper tantrum.” Sam looked at her sister and she sighed, “he deserved it.”

“You two really are perfect for each other, Annalise.”

Annalise glared at her sister for a moment, before Sam went back to packing, “What are you doing, Sam?”

“Oh…uh…Jefferson asked me if I wanted to spend a few days at his kingdom after Nick and Jennifer get married…he said that he has to prepare the kingdom for my arrival…and we won’t get a chance to see one another again until the wedding…so I wanted to get packed.”

“The wedding is in four days…you don’t need to pack this early,” she said quickly, only to process the words as they left her lips, “wait? You’re leaving me?”

“I’m not leaving you Annalise...”

“But you’re going to Jefferson’s kingdom,” she replied, “a-are you coming back? How long are you going to be away? Do Ransom and Jake know? D-“

“Calm down,” Sam laughed, cutting her twin off, “look, I’m coming back. Jefferson just wants me to see his kingdom and meet his subjects. I’m only going to be gone for a few days. And yes…Jake and Ransom know.”

“But you’re leaving…” Annalise frowned, “y-you’re going without me…”

Sam felt the knots in her stomach tightening. She hadn’t put much thought into it before, but Annalise was right. She and her hadn’t ever been apart for any real amount of time, and while it would only be a few days, she knew that it was the start to something bigger.

It was the start of the two of them finally having separate lives.

“Annalise…a-are you okay?”

Sam bit her lip as her twin began to tear up. She shook her head, and the tears streamed down her cheeks, “no…I-I don’t want you to leave me, Sam…”

“Oh, Anna,” she whimpered, rushing her twin. Her own tears started to fall down her cheeks, and the emotions that she’d put on the back burner so that she could focus on her relationship with Jefferson, came forward, “Anna don’t cry. You’re making me cry.”

“Y-you’re abandoning me, Sammy…”

“I’m not, I promise.”

Annalise pulled away from her sister to look at her, “but you are…y-you’re going to go with Jefferson and visit his amazing kingdom and when you come back, you’re just going to miss it. You’re going to miss him. I-I won’t…I won’t have anyone, because you’ll just want to be with him.”

“Anna, I won’t…”

“I can see that you love him, Sammy,” she cried, throwing herself back into her sister’s arms once more, “I-I know you do…”

“W-well I know you love Lance…regardless of how he’s been a shitty mate.”

“I just don’t want to be alone, Sammy.”

“You won’t, Anna. I promise.”

The door was thrust open, and both Ransom and Jake were surprised to see the twins crying, holding one another.

“D-do you two already know?” Jake asked from the door, the confusion seeping into his tone.

“Know what?” Sam asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks in an attempt to make herself look a little more presentable, “W-what’s going on?”

“The wedding is on hold,” Ransom said firmly, “your trip to Jefferson’s kingdom is cancelled as well, Sam…”

“What?”

“One of Nick’s generals challenged him at the festival’s beginning this evening…in three days, there will be a battle…and the winner of it will be the new king of the nymphs…”

“Wh-what does that mean for Jen and Nick?” Annalise asked suddenly.

“If Nick wins, the wedding will happen after the completion of the festival three days after the battle…”

“And if he loses?” Sam asked nervously, sensing the tension in the room.

Ransom frowned and he looked at Jake. Jake’s brow furrowed, as even he didn’t know what it meant, “why are you giving me that look, Ran? What happens if Nick loses.”

“According to nymph law that would make his general the new king of the nymphs,” Ransom said slowly, “and there would be a public execution of Nick…and Jennifer, if the general didn’t want to take her as his bride.”

Jake’s brows raised, “What?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

“I’m going to go get my sister, right now!” Jake began, instantly turning on his heel. The twins jumped from their spot on the bed as Ransom chased his husband down.

“Jake we can’t intervene.”

“Bullshit!” Jake scoffed, “If you don’t want to come, fine. Look after the girls, but I’m not going to let some fireballs put my sister’s life on the line because of some machismo bullshit.”

“Jake-“

“Ransom, I love you, but this is not up for discussion,” Jake replied, turning on his heel and holding his husband firmly, “if this is something that would put the kingdom in danger, I understand…but-“

“Take the guard,” Ransom said hopefully, cutting his husband off, “I-I’ll put the kingdom on lockdown, but I need to know that you’re safe too…”

Jake nodded and kissed his husband roughly, “make sure they’re safe.”

“Come back to me in one piece, my king,” Ransom begged, pulling Jake in for another kiss, “or I’ll burn the world down until they know my pain.”

Jefferson held Samantha in his arms, treasuring every second that he was able to look at her, “I cannot take you with me, Samantha…”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she whimpered sadly, “what-what happens if things go sideways?” W-would I see you then?”

“I will make sure that you are protected, my love,” he promised gently, cradling her face in his hands, “no matter what, your safety is the most important thing to me, Samantha.”

“Jefferson-“

“But for now, it’s not safe,” he reminded her, cutting her off, “you should sneak back over the kingdom wall. I will come again when I know that I can.”

“But Jeffer-“

“I love you, Samantha!” he exclaimed, kissing her passionately. Sam leaned into the kiss, already missing her mate in the day that it had been since the challenge had been announced.

She sighed, feeling the wind whipping her hair around, knowing that when her eyes opened her betrothed would be gone. She felt the shift in the pressure, and her lips suddenly felt bare, his presence no longer with her.

Biting her lip, she made her way back towards the castle, praying that she would be able to see him soon.

Chapter 10

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 5

Summary: Andy learns the truth

Pairings: Prince!Andy Barber X Tony

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, threats of assault, secrets, plots, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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Andy walks into your bedroom, your body sprawled out on the pitiful bed. Ransom could have at the very least made sure that you were comfortable. Had you living and working every night all to make him rich.

Andy doesn’t even want to wake you. You looked as if you were exhausted. Between all night spinning the straw into gold and the day with him, you were tired. He opens up your little doorway. Each morning there was more gold than the last. Ransom was becoming obsessed.

His brother also wasn’t even paying attention to his future bride, but Andy was. Ransom hadn’t touched you. And Andy touched you everyday. He didn’t care that it would be frowned upon for him to be fucking his brother’s fiancé. He didn’t care that every time he finished he kissed over your belly, hoping and praying for a miracle.

Andy wanted you. All of you. Every day. Every night. And for the rest of his life.

Softly he closes the door to the golden hell. His eyes glance over your body, and the one possession you brought with you, replaced with a medallion necklace instead.

Andy couldn't get your pendant from the ball out of his head. There was a familiarity to it. As if he’d seen it somewhere. He assumed you had put it with your belongings. He was sure that the memory of your home was painful.

He leans over your body, giving you the softest kiss. Reacting to his gentle touch, even in sleep, you sigh with comfort, and your body moves to find Andy’s warmth. He decides at that moment, he can’t do this. Your body wanted him, just as much as your heart, and your soul.

“We will be together, Miss,” pressing his hand against your stomach again. He couldn’t tell, but he knows where the perfect place to make a wish is. Clementine needed shoes, and Andy wanted a blessing.

He spins on his heels, ready to talk to his dad. He would make him see that he was in love, and if Andy was to have a wife, it would only be you.

Walking down the hall, he grits his teeth. Ransom’s pompous gait walks right up to Andy, his eyes roaming down his body, “Come to steal my gold?”

“I don’t need your gold,” Andy scoffs.

Ransom’s mouth turns up in a smirk. Only the gold and you were down this way. “Admit it.”

“What’s that, you pathetic excuse for a man?”

“Admit that you’re jealous,” Andy shakes his head, starting to walk further down the hall. “Admit it. Or I wake her up with my cock in her used up cunt.”

“You mother fucker!” Andy turns around, angrily slamming Ransom against the wall, “Keep your disgusting hands off her.”

“She’s going to be my wife,” Ransom chuckles at Andy, and he presses his forearm into Ransom’s neck. “I appreciate you breaking her in for me. She’s going to need it. I have an appetite. You know that’s why I have multiple whores. I’m insatiable, and I’ll have her fucked sideways to where she’s incoherent. It wasn’t that hard to see you crumble.”

“You crooked nose knave! You touch her, and I’ll have you sent to the gallows.”

“Andy,” Ransom dusts off a bit of Andy’s shirt, still smiling wide at his brother, “It’s you who would go to the gallows. Or better yet, her. A promiscuous woman to be wed to the prince. Aw, what would the kingdom say, knowing she’s carrying a bastard baby?”

“What did you say?” Andy’s hold on Ransom loosens, and he backs away from his brother.

“Oh, her ladies have informed me she’s late,” his wicked grin turns into a malicious laugh. “Now, we know ladies in waiting aren’t always the most quiet. So who is she fucking everyday? Me? No, they know I’m not even down there. Have fun, big brother.”

“If you touch her…”

“If you touch her, Andy. I’ll make sure our father knows that you have fallen in love with a peasant. That you have deflowered my future wife. And how is that fair to me? All I’m asking is for some respect. Run along. Try and figure your way out of this shit. Enjoy yours and your precious Miss’ fall from grace.”

Andy waits, watching Ransom continue his walk to your room. A few of the palace staff make their way down as well, “I’m only collecting my gold,” Ransom laughs before walking into your room. He wouldn’t touch you with staff there. He wouldn’t. He would let you sleep, and continue using you as a pawn in his disgusting game of chess. And Andy needs a miracle.

The King takes a deep yawn. His eyes start to close, when the deep yell of Andy’s voice makes him lurch. His eyes opening up a bit wider when his favorite, but distraught son comes into the throne room.

Andy’s eyes focus on something behind his father, and he falters his movements a moment. “Andrew, why haven’t you proposed to that beautiful woman from the ball?”

There was something in the way his father was staring at him, and it made him uncomfortable. Andy’s eyes flit back behind the throne, and his father turns to look and see where his eyes are looking. “Oh that. It’s a symbol.”

“Father?” Becoming clear to him as to why your necklace had seemed so familiar because it was positioned right behind his father’s throne. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Where did that maiden come from?” Andy shakes his head, but the King slams his fist on the arm of his throne. “Where?”

“I don’t know.”

“She had an awfully fine dress,” his hand rubs over his chin, and he settles back more into his throne. His. “How’s her mother?”

“She’s dead.”

“What a shame,” no emotion came from his father. Andy’s day was getting worse. “You should forget about the girl, Andrew. Forget the grand time you had showing her off.”

“She will be my wife.”

“No!” His fist slams down again. “If you knew what was good for you and this kingdom, you will let that go. I’m not above letting you marry whomever you want,” Andy opens his mouth, but his father holds up his hand, “except her. You will ruin this kingdom should you pursue this fantasy. It’ll only bring you, and everything in these woods pain.”

“She will be. My. Wife,” Andy had gathered enough information. Saw exactly where Ransom got his disgusting behavior from, and it wasn’t just from his mother spoiling him and making excuses for him. It was because they were both beasts.

“Andrew! You will ruin everything!”

He didn’t care. You were the only thing worth caring about. You were his true love, and there would never be another. You were the only thing that mattered in this whole world. And he would go to the ends of the world to stay with you.

“Tony!” Andy shouts before he even sees your home. “Tony!”

Your father runs out of the barn, thinking the worse as Andy’s horse gallops closer. Clementine doesn’t even stop as Andy jumps off the back. Walking over to the well, and looking in. Your reflection right beside him as he looks into the dark water.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away, and he notices you were older, “She’s in trouble,” the water swirls, and the older you materializes in front of him, skin glistening with the well water causing your father to sink to his knees, “What’s going on.”

“My love,” Tony says, staring at her.

“Andrew, what’s happening?” Even her voice had a watery sound to it.

“Ransom knows. And she’s…possibly with a child.”

“I knew this would happen! I told you to stay away from her,” holding up a hand to her husband, your mother’s hand pleads for his silence, and then she touches Andy’s cheek.

“No matter what,” she whispers. She had never been more sure of anything, other than the love she had for her husband, and for you, “You can save her. Remember that. You will always be the one that can save her. I can’t stay long. But you have that power. And she has the power to save you. To save all of us. The time is near.”

Her body glimmers, looking like water flowing before she gives her husband a sad smile, “No!” He chases after her, but she’s deposited back in the well. “Adria!” He looks into the well crying, but her image blows him a kiss. “Come back to me.”

“It’s up to them.”

Tony turns around, sitting on the ground, before leaning up against the well. She was here. For a very little amount of time, but she was here. “Tony.”

“Adria was the most beautiful woman in the whole kingdom,” he glances up at Andy. His breathing labored, but he knows it’s time. “She was set to be the most fair and yet still fearsome Queen of Palmona. Now she lives in fucking water, in a well that me and my daughter talk to every day. And then you. You came along, and you couldn’t see anything but my daughter. The same way your father looked at Adria. As he should have. They were betrothed.”

“You know, true love…it’s a tricky thing. She was kind to everyone and everything. Most notably, her horses. Came to the stables everyday, and talked to them, fed them, gave them oats, pet them. And I was in a trance,” he smiles, wiping his brow of the sweat and dust collecting on his forehead.

“I was the first to talk to her. I knew who she was. But she liked to stay away from her many admirers, especially your father. She liked the stables. And I was a lowly apprentice to become a royal ferrier. But the moment our eyes truly connected, they never wanted to look away. She could have married me. Things were different. The only thing that was keeping her from it, was your father. He was already promised to her. He pitched a Royal fit. Demanded that she marry him. She couldn’t. Wouldn’t,” he sighs.

Andy struggles to keep up. Not because it was confusing, but overwhelming. “How…why is my father the king?”

“Funny thing about egotistical men in power, if he couldn’t have her, he would become king. Stage a coup d’état. Stole the throne. I heard of the siege. Told her to ready her army, but she wouldn’t. She didn’t care, she just wanted me. We’re out in the woods, alone for a reason.”

Andy points at the well, looking confused. “Ah,” Tony laughs. “Have you ever heard of faeries? They’re tall. Taller than any man. Wings that are even taller. Wear a medallion around their neck, a lot of the time only have on pants. They love showing off their beauty. Chase found us. These faeries, they’re able to find someone in dire need or in extreme heartbreak. Desperate.”

“But you were together.”

“We were,” his hand pats on the well, feeling like it was not too long ago that he had his Adria with him. “For years we couldn’t have a child. Adria wanted to be a mother almost as much as she wanted to be with me. We heard of your father’s many wives who couldn’t produce an heir as well. Until your mother. Adria thinks he was cursed as well. Blinded by his bitterness and hatred, but your mother loves him dearly.

“I know, off topic. She made a wish in that well, and the next day Chase appears. I didn’t trust him, and didn’t like him. So he started appearing when I wasn’t around. She made a deal with him. Faeries always collect on their deals. She was to be his ears in the water. For a child and five years with them. I didn’t know. The day our daughter turned five, was the day I lost my wife. She visits us in the well. But she can travel in any body of water.”

“She’s been Royal all along?” Andy asks, looking up at him. “I could have married her? And you waited and waited.”

“I didn’t want her to be with you. Your father is cruel. And I denied what my wife told me was true love. Can you imagine what your father would do, knowing that she was the rightful heir to the throne. Not him. Not you. She is Adria’s daughter. She could claim that throne. What would he do?”

“And now she’s engaged to my brother, and he’s got his hoard of prostitutes every night, while she spins straw into gold.”

“No,” he whispers, and even the water in the well starts rippling. Splashing high upthe well.

“Ransom doesn’t come to see her but to collect his gold. He wants a castle made of gold, and I only want her. I cant marry her because she isn’t Royal, and then you tell me she’s been the rightful heir to my throne all along? She’s possibly carrying my child, and she’s to marry another. What happens when…”

“She can’t spin straw into gold,” Andy nods his head explaining just how much gold you had made. “Chase told us that was what his brother did. If she’s…she made a deal with the devil. And now, she’s pregnant? What did you do?”

You look up from your spinning wheel, giving a nod over to Lance as he lands on the floor. A glance around him, and he sees how much you have been working. His medallion is bright and shining on your chest. You were the product of magic, and you were proving it daily. Becoming better than he was at spinning straw into gold.

“Where have you been all evening?” You ask him. He shrugs picking up the thread, it appeared finer than the gold he normally spun. “Lance?”

“Why do you insist on calling upon me? You don’t need me.”

“Everyone needs friends. I thought this relationship was more than a transaction. Do you not enjoy my company?” Lance nods his head, and you give the seat behind you a little tap. “Well come on, tell me the stories of your kingdom. You got to the point of your forbidden apple tree.”

With a smile Lance walks behind you. You didn’t need his hands over your own, so instead he wraps his arms around you, letting them rest on your belly. Almost in defeat, he leans his forehead to rest on your back. You still reeked of Andy and true love, but now there was a different scent. Calming. Protective. Joy.

“Lance, is something wrong?”

“Nothing, Aurelia. Where were we — ah, the forbidden fruit. The apples were golden, and so they were something to want. Temptation and those apples are a tale as old as time. Corruption lies within those apples.”

“Hmm,” your delicate little fingers gather some more straw as you let your power and spinning wheel do the work. “Wouldn’t it just make sense to create a counter apple tree?”

“Magic doesn’t always work the way you want it to. Faeries are mischievous, and our magic reacts the same way. With my luck, another apple tree would enchant the entire kingdom until we were overgrown and forgotten.”

“What else lies in this kingdom?”

Lance’s fingers dig into your stomach a bit, and he could feel yours and Andy’s love growing under your heart, and he wasn’t ready to collect on his debt. “There’s all kinds of fantastical creatures. All kinds of deals with faeries have been made. Men wishing to go unseen to protect their nieces,” you glance back at him giving him an odd look, “Would a man disguised as a horse not be going unseen?”

“I suppose so,” you answer without pause or thinking.

“There’s changing creatures. Stay away from the edge. Keep away from larger than average men. Bears, wolves, and little wooden boys,” you lean your head back giggling on him, and Lance finally relaxes.

“What is the oddest deal you’ve ever made with someone?”

“To change a wooden man and woman into humans. However, they’re still like puppets on string. Their capturer just makes a lot more money with explicit performances,” you didn’t like the way that sounded. It was grotesque and cruel. “Not all faeries have eaten from the tree. And the corruption isn’t immediate.”

“Is it reversible?”

“True love’s kiss cures everything,” he says sniffing your hair. Your body was already changing. And he didn’t want to do what he had to do. Contracts with faeries were binding. He couldn’t stop it. “Why don’t you rest a moment, Aurelia. Prince Andy hasn’t let you rest much,” you get up, and Lance holds onto your hand, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, “I’ll wake you before morning.”

“Thank you, kind Lance.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 3

Summary: Andy finds you, and Lance bestows a gift

Pairings: Prince!Andy Barber X Reader, Fae!Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: implied past sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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Ransom comes stomping down the stairs to your current living quarters unattended. He knew that your father was making a boastful claim that you could spin straw into gold. Most likely just trying to entice the future king into marriage. But how rich would it be to expose you as the lying snake you were. Make Andy watch as his precious peasant was put to death.

Ransom loathed his brother. Andy could do everything right. Everything it seems but to choose a maiden to wed. He knew there was something familiar about you. But without the ball gown, and his brother laying on top of you, he wasn’t sure. But those lingering stares from the two of you. You were the reason he hasn’t chosen a worthy wife. Ransom is just helping his brother out. Slinging the door open, he barely gives your sleeping body a second glance before walking into the adjacent room. He had you. He knew he was going to open that door to see nothing but, “Gold!” Ransom shouts as he picks up the thread.

Your body finally sits up as you wipe away the sleep from your eyes. “Is this a joke?” Ransom asks coming back into your bed chambers, “What is this?” the thread running in between his fingers, he looks back into the room full of the fine string.

“The gold you asked for, Your Highness.”

“It’s fucking thread,” you scoot back in your bed, holding your blankets closer to you. Andy never spoke to you in such a way.

“Spinning wheels do that. I assure you, melt it, and you can use it to make anything,” Ransom’s smile turns sinister, as he holds the thread in his hand. “I did as you asked, Your Highness…so I’m…”

“Going to do it again,” your face falls as you look at him. Of course he would require you to do this more than once. “We will indeed be very rich. Richer than even my brother. My kingdom will be even bigger. I’ll have someone fetch this gold, and more straw will be given. I appreciate your willingness to help my kingdom,” spinning on his heels he leaves you.

Trapped. You’re trapped in this cycle, with no end to how often this will happen. When is enough, enough? You can’t think of that right now. Just get ready for the day. You fancy some time without all those women surrounding you.

Walking around the palace just to see where Andy had grown up. You swear you could hear him as a child laughing and pretending to be king. Even finding baby sized crowns for his precious head. Surely Ransom wasn’t all bad. Bitterness changes a person.

Walking down a familiar hall, you smile to yourself, remembering that night. It was magical. With a gown as fine as the one you were wearing then, no one questioned that you were a commoner. Dancing until the wee hours, and it felt like a dream.

Getting closer to that door when Andy’s hand reaches out and pulls you into him. His hands smooth down your arms, twisting your chin around to view your neck, “Were you followed?”

“No,” you answer breathlessly as he walks you over to that bed. “Andy.”

“Shh, has he touched you?”

“No, but…”

“Shh,” he soothes you as his lips kiss around your neck. His hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you in closer. “Are you sure he hasn’t touched you?”

“He spends too much time with his hoards of whores in his bed chambers. What’s the use of his fiancé?”

“Miss, I’m sorry,” both of his hands cup your cheeks, lifting you up to look at your pretty little face.

“You were gonna wait on me,” his thumb brushes away your tears, and he himself feels his throat closing up when your lip trembles. “When you became king you would marry me. But you brought him.”

“I didn’t think he would get off his horse, sullying his boots. I really didn’t.”

“Andy, I’m scared. He just wants to be better than you,” he pulls you onto his chest, brushing back your hair. “I have to make more gold until he’s richer than you.”

His hand caresses your back, walking you back to the bed. “Not again, Andy.”

“I just want to hold you a minute. Can I comfort my future…”

“Don’t say it. I don’t want to marry him,” he drops onto the bed, scooting back before he holds out a hand to you. “This seems oddly familiar.”

“You’re not wearing a ball gown with a million layers. You don’t have on your mask. And you’re not panting out my name.”

“Andy! You mustn’t talk to ladies like that.”

“And you are no lady,” you shove at his shoulder for his bold talk, “You are my lady though, aren’t you, Miss?”

“Always.”

“Kiss your future king then.”

“You,” you whisper, giving him a chaste kiss, “will always be my king. My one and only.”

With both of his palms resting on either side of your face, his fingers running on the back of your head, giving the roots of your hair a little tug, he pulls you down onto his waiting mouth. His tongue already teasing as your lips, and you quickly grant him access. It was like the first kiss every time with him. Feeling him in every part of you. He was yours.

“Ransom.”

“Don’t say his name.”

“He’s to be my husband.”

“And already has you in a separate room. Your marriage room is being prepared as well. You won’t be sharing a bed,” he lifts off the bed, laying you on your back, when his knees push your thighs apart. “So I’ll be joining you every night.”

“Andy, we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“We’re out in the open,” he gives you a soft smile, still continuing to pepper kisses along your lips. “Andy not here.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you giggle when his kisses head further south. “Fine,” he stops abruptly. “How often does he visit you in the dungeon?”

“The basement.”

“Walk further down the hall, and there’s the dungeon. How often?”

“He doesn’t. I only see him at meals.”

“Then, I’ll start coming to you. Your door locks, yes?” you give him a nod, smiling up at him sweetly. “Someone has got to keep your bed warm. And staying up all night spinning straw into gold. I’ve heard my chest is quite comfortable,” his nose grazes over your face, and you feel slick pool at your core. You could take him right now, and no one would be the wiser.

“Andy.”

“You’re so breathless right now, Miss. with all these skirts, it won’t matter if I slipped these off, huh?” somehow his fingers had traveled up your leg, and was pulling down your panties. “Tomorrow we have a plan. Tonight, you make my disgusting brother richer.”

Hearing a clunk in the straw room, you jump up from your sleep. Stepping your feet onto the cold floor, you walk quietly into the room, only to find Lance already setting up.

“Evening Aurelia. I didn’t stick the landing so well,” this time his wings weren’t covered. Inky black feathers with a silky shine. His hands already skillfully creating the fine metal.

“They’re beautiful.”

“They were prettier when they were white. My brothers were jealous. Theirs was a pure white. Mine gleamed of the rainbow. They were bigger, and we could fly everywhere. We watched over the woods.”

Grabbing a basket, you gather up some more straw to place near his feet, and he looks up at you with a kind smile. “What happened? I mean, you talk as if you don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t. Don’t eat golden apples. They change you,” his eyes shift black, but he turns away quickly. Shaking and twisting his head awkwardly before continuing his mission. “How is life in the palace?”

“Better.”

“I smell him on you, Aurelia. Should Ransom find out you’re laying down with his brother there will be hell to pay.”

Gathering another basket you slam it on the floor, “Do not talk of Andy as if you know him. I love him. How come I can marry Ransom and not Andy?”

“Ransom will never become king. Andy’s father is growing weary waiting for him to marry and have an heir. He needs a proper lady,” you harrumph sitting off the floor, and Lance’s hand smooths on your head. “There are ways.”

“I won’t be making another deal with you,” he stops what he’s doing to turn towards you, removing a white gold medallion off his neck, before placing it on your own. “What is this?”

“Should you need me, I will come,” turning back to the spinning wheel, he continues his work, leaving you to inspect the medallion.

Intricate markings, faerie wings, and a tower with only a window at the top. “What is this?”

“Our home.”

“How?”

“We have wings. We don’t need to walk up stairs. How did you get yourself in this predicament?”

“Love,” you whisper. Your finger still tracing over the medallion. “I loved him before I knew he was a prince. It was never about that. Even made a wish to the well.”

“The well?” Lance smiles over at you. “You’re the little horse girl, huh?”

“Are you the devil my mother made a deal with?” he shakes his head no, but you’re unsure. “You made a deal with me.”

“All faeries have the ability to make deals. I’ve heard stories of the well, it’s been passed on by my father. Faeries are old, Aurelia. And none give you a gift without something in return,” his head nods towards the medallion that you start to take off. “Think nothing of it. You need to be safe. Your father has lied about your lineage. Should you want Andy, dig deeper.”

“Will you teach me?” Lance scoots back on his chair giving you a space to sit. With his hands over yours he guides you to add the straw. But nothing happens.

“Believe it,” he whispers behind your ear, and you squint your eyes close, believing that you can spin the straw into gold, with a quick glimmer from the medallion, the straw begins to turn into a fine gold. Blinking back the darkness that starts to overtake Lance, he focuses on the kindness he’s giving for free.

You wouldn’t need him anymore. There were now three gifts. The medallion, the truth, and the power. You were spectacular, coming into your true potential.

“I’m doing it!” your voice screeches. Never noticing the glow around your neck. “Thank you, kind faerie.”

“I’m not kind.”

“You are to me,” he drops his hands, letting you fully take over, but never offers to move. Your smell was intoxicating, even if Andy was still on you. The only thing that bothered him, it was in fact the perfect mingle of true love. This was never meant to end well for him.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Rumplestiltskin, Epilogue

Summary: ...a few years later

Pairings: Andy Barber X Walter X Chase Collins, Lance Tucker X Branwen Barber

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, sad!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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“Walter, how long has it been?” Andy tiredly asks the horse as they wander around the forest. Every day. All day. Nothing ever changes and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any closer. The forest seemed oddly bigger than he recalled.

“It feels as if it’s been hundreds of years with you,” the horse deadpans, and stops abruptly in the woods. Andy lets out an annoyed groan, “He’s coming,” Walter whispers. The horse backs the two of them up, while he and Andy wait with bated breath for Chase to make his monthly visit.

Chase dramatically lands in a crouch, and stands up slowly looking at Andy, “Care to guess?”

“Go over your rules again, trickster.”

“I don’t get anything past you anymore, old man. Should you give me my brother’s name that he told your precious queen, you get your family back. Should you give me his birth name, this all becomes a dream, and you have your baby back in your arms..”

“And I walk around on two legs again,” Walter blows out a puff of air, letting his hoof pound the ground.

“Yes, of course. How long has it been Andy? Your daughter won’t even remember you, would she?” Andy’s nostrils flare as he glares at the faerie. “Oh, that’s right, ten years. No doubt you’ve heard the rumblings in the forest.”

“You sack of shit! You’ve cursed the entire forest for what reason? So your baby brother could have a fantasy with my wife and child. They’ll never belong to him.”

“Hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I thrive and feed off of chaos. Your mistake has made these woods even more interesting. Had you had kept that tree standing, there never would have been the green apples. You did that Andy. Now you rush to the edge of the forest and hope some maiden won’t enter. They always do. The creatures in these woods are too enticing. Prey on the world outside without lifting a finger. Their very essence beckons those weak women in,” Chase throws his head back with a maniacal laugh. His eyes now as black as the feathers on his back and the heart in his chest.

“Bernard.”

“Wrong.”

“Steven.”

“Very wrong.”

“Theodore.”

“Oh, not close at all. Two more guesses, and I’ll see you in a month.”

Walter snorts, wiggling his back. Andy didn’t know any direction to go with these names. Didn’t have a clue what to say. It was always wrong. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

“Azriel.”

“One more guess, King Andrew.”

“Lancelot.”

Chase’s eye twitches for half a second, but then that devil turns his mouth up into an evil grin. “I’ll see you in a month.”

“Ahh!” Andy screams, letting his head collapse on Walter’s neck. “Keep going.”

“Andy, maybe it’s time…”

“Keep going. You’re under this curse until she gets her happily ever after. This is her fate and it was always destined to happen this way, which is why you’re still a horse,” a raven caws in this distance, and Walter backs up a moment.

Looking where the bird had come from, but it was already gone, and he was definitely dreaming.

Lance stands over your body, using a cloth to clean you. A new fresh vase of roses beside your bed. His thumb traces over the features on your face, and he wonders if this was even worth it. He had you, but only in part. You were just a memory now. And he’d forgotten the sound of your voice. Or the way you never hesitated to touch him or show him kindness.

A black raven lands on the window, trying to get Lance’s attention, and he looks over at her, “Come on, princess. Come see your mother,” a ten-year-old Branwen transforms back into a little girl, and she straightens out her dress, walking over to you.

She was getting so big. Changing nearly daily. She gets next to you and leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, before sitting on the bed beside you, “Have you drank your apple juice today,” she turns and scowls at Lance, and he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let me see your eyes,” with a quick caress on your hand, she goes to sit in his lap, while he examines her golden eyes, “Still the same.”

“Why do you make me drink that juice everyday?”

“Because, princess. The apple is what gives you your power. I’m afraid that should you eat the golden apple, you’d…”

“Be like you and Chase?” Lance nods his head, but his eyes move back over to you. “I saw him today,” she grimaces as she looks up at him, “I’m sorry. He was guessing.”

“I told you to avoid that man,” he looks back at her. His eyes flit around her face as he tries to figure out what she knows.

“Chase went to him first. He wanted to know your name. What’s he looking for,” Lance holds up his hand pointing at you, “Why does he want my mother? Can he fix her?”

“No, let’s not worry about that.”

“But I want her, Papa. It’s not fair that I don’t have her awake. What can we do to wake her?”

“Only one thing, my beautiful little raven,” Branwen sighs, assuming that Lance will never tell her, “True love’s kiss.”

“Then it’s my dad?”

“I suppose.”

“So I need to find him. And he can wake her up, and we can live happily ever after?” She smiles up at Lance. Her cheeks dent in with her dimples. “What does he look like?”

“We shouldn’t worry about that. Should your dad want to find your mom, here she is. And if you, her, and your father live happily ever after, where does that leave me? Have I not been good to you? I make sure you have time with her.”

“It’s not the same. That…that child in the forest. She has seven dads. Why can’t I find mine? Would one of them be mine? Can I ask them? Papa, I want my mama,” she pouts up at him while her eyes fill with tears. “It isn’t fair. Princess Orla has all these dads and her mom, and I have neither. And she said her mother is having another.”

“Am I not enough?” She shakes her head, before laying down on Lance’s chest. Her fingers wipe away the tears that just won’t stop, and Lance has to look up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t fair what he was doing. But he couldn’t lose his little raven. The thought of showing up at the tower with you gone, just didn’t feel right. So instead he fights the need to reunite your family. “Orla said her father is Beck. He’s a doctor. Can I bring him here to my mother? Maybe there’s another way.”

“Shh, you need rest. You’ve been flying all over the forest, and you're such a small Raven. But a beautiful and fierce one, my darling Branwen. Go to sleep, child. We’ll go home in the morning.”

Branwen doesn’t want to close her eyes, but when Lance starts singing to her softly, her eyes become heavier, before she drifts asleep on his heart. He looks down at his wings at the bottom feathers turn white, “I won’t give her back,” he says to himself, as the white feathers drift to the floor.

“I can’t. She makes me feel normal again,” he knows this back and forth game he was playing with his soul couldn’t be good. Gain his humanity back, only for him to prove he was in fact a cruel faerie. But he had raised Branwen. She was his daughter now. And Andy could search the forest for a hundred years, and he would never give you back. You and her belonged to him.

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 10

Summary: the conclusion and end of the King and Queen of Palmona

Pairings: Andy Barber X Ransom, Lance Tucker X Reader, Chase Collins X Andy Barber

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, kidnapping(?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7K

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“Oh, come here, my little princess,” you pick up your daughter who looks back at her window. Her hand outstretched to the opening and she whines looking at you, and then back to the window. “Is that where he comes in at?”

Her chubby little hands curl to the outside. Gurgling out nonsensical words, and you step back, “Not today sweetheart. Any day but today,” your arms wrap around her tightly when you give her a soft kiss to the top of her head. You had a pit in your stomach that should Lance come to call, he would try something drastic.

“Come on, let’s go into mama and daddy’s room. Later, we’re going to take Marshall to visit your papa,” looking back out the window, you take a deep calming breath before walking into your room. You were uneasy, and felt as if you should hold Branwen all day. Would the contract allow Lance to take your precious daughter? Would there be a hold on him to where he could not remove her from you? It was things that you didn’t want to think about, but things that you should ponder greatly.

Andy marches up the steps of the castle his brother was erecting. It wasn’t as grand as the one that they had grown up in, but this one was being fashioned with gold everywhere. Andy’s cloak billows behind him as he searches for his absentee brother. No word from him in months.

He spots the greedy man, and stomps over to him. Ransom spins on his heels looking at him, and Andy stops, and flinches away at the sight of him, “Why are you here?” Ransom demands. “Why have you set foot in my castle?”

“I have come to tell you that you can no longer marry Aurelia.”

“Why? Because you already have?” With a nod of his head, Ransom shrugs. “Andy, I did that to have something you didn’t have. But even that cunny in between her legs is not greater than this,” his hand lifts up as he motions around his grand castle. “You think too small. Pussy is pussy. But gold is forever. You take your wife and your bastard daughter, while I’ll let my women age out. Go after a newer, younger model when I tire of the heat in between her thighs. It’s just sex.”

“What has happened to you brother?”

“What do you mean?” Andy takes a step back as Ransom’s voice turns into more of a growl. The bright blue of his eyes start to darken, turning a burnished gold. “I am fine! I am happy and have all the riches in the world. You have a used up piece of ass and a disgusting brat. Take them. I can fill every room in my castle with different pussy. Have a new one for every night of the week. Have ten fulfill my every filthy desire at once if I choose. Stack them on top of each other and use them just as the flesh that they are. You see? I don’t fucking care about your precious princess Aurelia. I have more power than you because I have no weakness. You are but a slug on the earth. Should they be taken away from you,” his eyes darken more, turning a deep shade of black, and a flash within them makes Andy jump back.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Does he come to you at night and grant you your wishes?” Ransom’s neck twists at an awkward angle, and the veins surrounding his eyes turn gold. It was grotesque watching his brother become the beast that was always residing deep within him. “He told me he won’t be granting your wish. Better run home Andrew. Time’s up.”

Andy looks behind his brother, sitting in a gnarly and crooked tree was a man with grand black feathers, “Tick tock. How long will it take you to ride back to Palmona? Left them all alone,” he sneers as a mix between a grunt and a cackle ripples through his body, and Andy runs back from whence he came.

“Walter!” He shouts, jumping onto the horse who grunts at his weight. “They’re in trouble. You need to run at the speed of lightning,” Walter rares back on his hind legs, before charging back towards the kingdom. Snorting at how stupid Andy had been to leave you and Branwen alone, and traveling so far.

You watch your happy baby shake her rattle on the floor. Thinking to yourself you had enough time to pour some water into a cup. Taking your eyes off her a few seconds, to turn to the basin when you hear a thump, and a squealing giggle from Branwen. Spinning around, you gasp. She was reaching towards Lance with a smile.

He looked different. Closer to when you first met him, “Lance,” you go towards him, but he tsks you. Shaking his finger, and he lifts her up in your arms. “Give her to me.”

“Why?’

“She’s mine.”

“Did you forget?” You shake your head no, getting right beside him, and reaching your arms to grab her. “She’s no longer yours, Queen Aurelia. She belongs with me now.”

“No!” He tries to launch himself off the ground, but his feet won’t allow him to move. “Give her to me!”

He tries again, only to grunt in frustration. Branwen looks up at him with a pout, and then back at you. Her golden amber eyes start to fill with tears, “Don’t cry, little one. I’m trying to get us home.”

“You can’t take her.”

“We had a deal. She now belongs to me, so whatever power you have over me, let it fall. Our deal was a legal binding contract between faerie and mortal. Aurelia, I won’t be so kind when I ask the second time.”

“Please, you’re scaring her,” he looks down at the baby whose lip was puckered out. Her mouth opens as a silent cry escapes. Her eyes close as crocodile tears drift down her face. “My darling, mommy’s right here.”

“What have you done?”

“She’s not Ransom’s,” Lance puffs up his chest, confused as to why you would say that. “Our contract was for mine and Ransom’s first child. She’s Andy’s. You can’t leave with her. Our contract was binding and legal. You have no claim over that baby. She is mine and Andy’s. Now give her to me.”

Lance’s nose flairs, and his head tilts back. Letting out a piercing scream when you run to gather your baby. Holding her tight against your chest. Wiping the tears off her beautiful skin, and peppering kisses over her silky black hair. Trying to hold her ears as Lance’s cry makes your ears feel as if they're bleeding. Walking the two of you back into a corner, when the noise suddenly stops.

Your chest heaves with your tears, and you lift your baby up to look at her. Her little hand reaches back towards the window, and she starts to cry. Almost as if she realized that her friend was truly gone. Holding onto her tightly, rocking her until her tears stop. Yourself falling into a deep sleep.

“Aurelia,” Andy was calling. Your eyes blink openly heavily, your daughter still sleeping soundly in your arms, “Aurelia,” his voice sounded off, but you follow it into Branwen’s room that had a golden glow to it. “Aurelia.”

One foot in front of the other. Your steps were heavy as you try to get out of your hazy feeling. That horrendous machinery in the middle of your daughter’s room, and you cuss Andy. “Aurelia, just touch it. It’ll get rid of it for good, princess.”

Branwen’s eyes blink open, and yips as you get closer to the spinning wheel. Your hand out in front of you, and Branwen cries. “Aurelia, you’re almost there, darling. Just touch it.”

You press your finger down on the spindle, and you're transported to a garden with Andy and Branwen. It was beautiful. So green, and open with your husband and child. Your golden crown on top of your head, and even Andy looks regal with his own crown. Branwen tries to walk towards you, her own little tiara already crooked on her jet black hair.

“You could have hurt her!” Lance bends over to pick your crying baby up off the floor, and she buries her face into his chest. “What did you do?”

“Well, we had a deal. She touched the spindle. Take her, and the child can go with you,” Lance looks between you and the baby in his arms that he was trying to soothe and shakes his head. “Fine,” Chase answers quickly. “Let Andy arrive. He kisses your queen, and he gets her and the child. And you are nothing but a blackened soul.”

“He can’t…he can’t do that.”

“Oh, he can. True love’s kiss, you see. The debt will be paid. She touched it, she’s asleep, and only Andy’s lips can wake her.”

Branwen reaches towards your body, and pouts up at Lance, “Mama.”

“Oh, Andy will be here soon. Figure it out,” Chase bends at his knees, before flying out the window, leaving Lance alone to think.

“Mama!” Branwen reaches towards your sleeping body, her lip trembling at him, “Mama. Dada!”

“No!”

“Ehh!” She smacks at Lance’s nose, “Mama! Dada!”

“No, you won’t be seeing your father. You are mine to raise. He lets your mother do everything. She needs a break,” Lance takes a deep breath, realizing he’s going to have to do more than fly you out of here. The beating of the hooves of Walter in the distance as Andy gets closer to the palace. “I’m going to be out of magic for awhile with this one,” he crouches down by your body, making sure to touch you and the baby, before you’re gone with nothing left but his golden sparkles.

Andy races into your room, and watches as the final sparkles drift down to the floor, “Aurelia! Branwen! No!” His face distorts in anger, and he kicks at the spinning wheel.

“I was wondering when you would show up,” Andy looks into the shadows to see Chase, and he stands up at full height, but Andy stays unflinching. Grabbing up one of the baby’s toys, he throws it at Chase, who laughs at Andy’s misery. “Missing something?”

“What did you do?”

“Ah, I made a deal with my brother. He made a deal with your wife,” he shrugs, still laughing at Andy. “Want them back?”

“They’re all I want. Take this cursed crown off my head and bring me my family back!”

“I like your passion, Andrew. But you see, we’re at an impasse here. I don’t know for certain where my brother has taken them.”

“She’s not Ransom’s. That child is born of my blood and love. Bring her back!”

“Yes, I’m aware of your wife’s forked tongue. Tricking a faerie isn’t easy to do, but when a faerie is in love with a woman who loves another, words are missed. But I offer you something,” Andy breathes deeply as Chase walks around his body. Sniffing at the man, and he retches. “You smell of them.”

“Shut up you beast!”

“That’s your brother. How did he look today? His transformation is well under way. I wonder if anyone will ever love him when he resembles the beast that dwells inside his dark soul? No matter, I have a gift for you. Your wife isn’t dead. Merely asleep, and the touch of your lips is just the remedy. Find her and kiss her. Of course, she’s in an ageless sleep. You and your daughter are not. Faeries move quickly, they hide in plain sight, so what if you die before she ever wakes.”

“No!” Andy swings his fist at the faerie, but Chase lowers his gaze at him. “I’ll do anything. I can’t lose them.”

“Good, I knew you’d see things in my way. But, I am fae, so this goes with a contract. I can put the whole woods in an ageless…”

“Not sleep!”

“No, an ageless bubble. With conditions. Once our young reaches the age of your wife, they stop,” Andy looks at him in fear, realizing that he didn’t mean the whole woods. “That’s right. Your daughter could be grown by the time you see her again. You won’t age past today. But that beautiful little raven can grow into a beautiful woman. Being raised by faeries, she could learn to magic. Her mother is born of magic. You haven’t noticed she possessed some herself? You see, there are stipulations.”

“Of course there is. The devil always has stipulations,” Andy grabs Chase’s arms from circling him, “Look me in the eye when you’re making your offer.”

“We have a problem. And I love chaos. How will we ever get fresh meat in the forest? I will construct an apple tree. Partake of the apple, and you’re stuck in these dark woods for as long as your wife is asleep. It is hard to get out of tall, dark trees anyways, but this would make it impossible.”

“You’re trapping people in here?”

“For your benefit, Andrew. Do you know what resides in these woods? Men that transform into animals. Even swans that wait for the moon to shine on them. A wolf that desires virgins. And your brother a greedy beast who lusts after gold. He’s not finished, by the way. What of your father, and his own greed? How did you become so noble? Andy, I think we can both agree you will take my offer. You’ll search for a hundred years and never find her. Become penniless and weak searching for a ghost and a raven. I only offer you this once. When I leave, you’re alone. You’ll die of old age before you ever find your precious Aurelia, and your daughter will never even know you exist,” he moves to strike Andy, but a powerful force stops him.

“What have you,” Chase pulls down Andy’s shirt, and sees his brother’s medallion hanging on his chest, “Your wife is clever. Protecting you from faeries. I guess that’s why she touched the spinning wheel the same day that the protection was away from her. She should have kept it on. You could have had longer with your daughter.”

“Or,” Lance cackles, watching Andy’s face go through so many emotions. He did in fact love you beyond words, “I offer you an alternative. Say my brother’s name, and everything becomes just a blink of time. Your family will be sleeping in your bed,” Andy looks at him, shaking his head. You never once uttered the faerie’s name. Never told him of his name. Never spoke much about him. Keeping the life you had with Lance a secret. “She failed that time.”

Chase turns to leave, and Andy slowly closes his eyes. The visions he had of you and him ruling together now crushed, and gone. His daughter that he had wanted was now taken from him. “Stop! You have your deal.”

Chase’s lips turn up into a snarl, and he snaps his fingers. Launching out the window to plant his magical apple seed. Should Andy ever try to chop it down, another would sprout, and that one would be deadly. Andy collapses on the floor as he mourns the loss of you and his daughter. You were not dead, but he couldn’t feel your warmth. He no longer heard his beautiful daughter laughing because Andy was truly alone. Destined to wander these woods in search of his family. A family that he would never forget, but a daughter that would never remember him.

With his body shaking in anger and turmoil, he stands. Casting his crown to the side and slowly walks out of the castle, jumping on his trusty steed Walter, “You really screwed up this time.”

“You can talk?”

“Chase likes chaos,” Walter snorts. “I thought my spell would be broken when you kissed her.”

“Who are you,” Andy leans to look at the horse.

“Her uncle. Now I’m stuck in life with the likes of you. And if you meet her again, and kiss her, and I’m still a fucking horse, I’m going to hoof that stupid faerie to death,” Walter whinnies as he trots out into the forest. An impossible journey with a man he only halfway liked. This was going to be a long lifetime saddled with the former King of Palmona. And an eternity searching for Andy’s lost family as he becomes the guardian of the woods. The woodcutter that protected all that resided here, until he found his true love. And with his kiss, the spell on the woods would be broken. Until then he is but a nomad.

THE END FRIEND

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Rumplestiltskin, Branwen Barber

Summary: Branwen is growing up

Pairings: Branwen/Lance X Chase, Branwen X Dove, Branwen X the Bears

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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“Oh my little raven,” Lance bounces the baby in his arms, trying to get her to stop crying to no avail. “Branwen, my darling, I don’t understand.”

Chase growls. His head resting in his hand, before he looks up from his thorned throne, slamming the hand on the armrest, and it only makes her cry harder. “Would you get that thing to shut up. I thought she would be an asset to us, but instead she’s giving away our location with her shrill cries. Take her to her mother.”

Branwen’s golden eyes start to get darker and she lifts up out of Lance’s arms and cries directly at the other faerie, “I have told you she’s smart. She won’t take kindly to screaming at her,” she reaches towards the exits. Her fist curling up, making grabby hands. “Is that what you want? You need your mother?”

“Get rid of it. I will have her left in the woods for Geralt to carry her off. Leaving nothing but her scattered bones in the forest,” looking back at Chase her screams reach a high pitch that rattles the walls. Even Andy searching in the forest, stills, listening further.

“You beastly! Lance control the brat.”

“Maybe if you didn’t give her juice made from the golden apples she wouldn’t be acting like this!”

“Maybe if you would have milked the fucking cow she would have something to drink,” Branwen slaps at Lance’s arm, growling at him. “Baah! To you, too.”

Lance looks down to her chubby little arm, pulling at a few black feathers on her. She turns to look at him pouting, “They’re attached. What did you do?”

“Good. She can be our little spy and eyes of the sky. Are you becoming what your name means?”

“Chase, these are raven feathers.”

“So they are.”

“I’m going to Aurelia’s tower. And I’m staying, and will try to figure out how I’m supposed to teach a baby how to use powers. She only crawls and she’s sprouting feathers! You’re the vilest of monsters in the forest,” Chase shrugs his shoulders, and flicks his hand towards the door. “How many apples have you eaten?”

“Are you jealous?”

“I feel sorry for you.”

Chase’s nose curls up in a snarl. Gritting his teeth, he clings tightly to his throne, “You think you’re better than me because your feathers change colors. The demon faerie turning back into an Angel. Why don’t you go live with Castiel, and explain to him what you did. How you took a baby from her father. And how you don’t know how to make deals with humans.”

“Aurelia was born of magic! And you know. You have her mother in a well. It would be near impossible to trick her.”

“The damn mermaid wasn’t cooperating. I need ears and eyes on land, water, and the air. And that little brat will be next,” Lance launches himself into the air to go to you, ignoring his tyrant bother all together. “She will be mine. As soon as the laws that bind me from making deals with children end. She will be mine.”

Lance lands softly into your room, setting Branwen on the bed, and the baby crawls up your body, laying belly down on your stomach, while her head rests on your chest, “Mama.”

“Yes, my beautiful raven. That’s your mama,” walking closer to her, he pets along the feathers on her arm, and she hides her arm from him, pouting and shaking her head no. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. I think you may be covered in feathers one day. But those only appear when you’re angry. Look.”

She brings her arm back, and they both watch as one dissolves back into her skin. “Your mother relaxes you, huh? I’m sorry, my child,” he regretfully answers. Walking towards your bed, he brushes the hair off your face. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

Branwen’s eyes get heavier, and her hand reaches for her arm. Without thinking, Lance pulls up your arm to lay over her body. It was a pitiful way for her to hold Branwen. “Your mother saw past my corrupt heart. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Dada.”

“No, darling, your daddy would take you away from me. Men in the forest are not to be trusted. You never know what they are capable of. Now, sleep. And when you wake, you can have your apple juice,” her lips smack as her eyes fully close. This was the best way for her to sleep. She felt most at ease when she was with you.

Lance sits on a chair close by watching the two of you, if he had to do it again, he’d never taken you. He would have left you and Branwen to be found by Andy. Ready to gravel at his feet while he begged for forgiveness. And now he thinks he’s just too far gone. Needing to keep the charade up a bit more.

Branwen walks through the forest, having heard people’s voices. Pushing back branches as she gets closer to a woman with a swollen stomach, holding a toddler over her head smiling. A man rests his hand on her belly, smiling up at the little girl, and they both giggle up at her.

Getting too close, a she steps on a fallen branch, and the crack alert the couple, and she starts to retreat. “Bucky, there’s a little girl.”

He stands up, blocking his wife and daughter, trying to get closer to her, “Are you alone?”

“Don’t eat me,” Branwen cowers away. Her fear making her transformation impossible. “I can’t fly away. Please don’t eat me.”

“I don’t eat children. Are you alone?”

“I’m supposed to be watching the woods for my uncle.”

Bucky turns back to the woman, giving her an odd look before stepping closer to her, “Where’s your mother?”

“Asleep in the tower. You won’t eat me?” She trembles, trying to look around at you, and gives you the most pitiful look.”

“Would you like some food? Water?”

“Dove!”

“Bucky, this is a child. I am a mother, and she’s alone in the forest, if you and the others can not protect me, Orla, and this unborn baby from a child, there is something clearly wrong. Come on, little one. What’s your name?”

Never give them your real name, Lance’s voice is clear in her head. “Raven.”

“That’s a beautiful name. Come on. You’re a bit older than my daughter Orla, but I’m sure you two can play. Do you have brothers and sisters?” Branwen shakes her head reaching out to grab the woman’s hand. “Don’t worry, Bucky is a lot scarier looking that he actually is.”

“If anything should happen to you or the babies, I…”

“Nothing will happen, James. She’s fine.”

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Artie tries gathering his sisters up from foraging in the forest, “Eden, Calysta, can you quit rolling around, and grab your baskets.”

The twin girls giggle as they continue to spin around until they get dizzy, and falling to the floor. “No wonder daddy and papa have doubts you’ll turn into a bear,” a girl dressed in all black, a several years older than Artie drops to the floor, and both girls scream running behind their brother.

He backs them up slowly, trying to get close enough to the cottage to call out to his fathers. “What do you mean they’ll turn into a bear?”

“We’re werebears,” he whispers, getting ever closer to the cottage.

“So you drink apple juice everyday? Am I a wereraven?”

“What are you talking about?” He looks back at his sister, “Fetch papa and daddy,” looking back at Branwen she lets a few feathers sprout on her arm. “I don’t want to hurt you, bird. My fathers are a grizzly and kodiak. And they’ll eat you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. I’ve never met anyone that can change into an animal.”

“Artie,” Eden gives her big brother a tug on his arm, and he glances back swishing his head towards the cottage. “She’s pretty. Do you growl?”

“Ravens don’t growl,” she giggles. Sitting down on the ground. “Did you know that the name Eden means blessed bear and Calysta means most beautiful and is in a bear constellation. Artie? Is that short for Arthur?”

“Yes!” Eden says, grabbing her sisters hand to sit in front of the girl. “He’s already turned. He’s a polar bear.”

“Ahh, the white and noble bear. His name literally means bear,” Arthur wants to get his dads. But he couldn’t leave his sisters. “And do you guys turn, too?”

“They haven’t,” Calysta pouts back at her brother, while Eden slaps her hand on the floor. “They probably won’t.”

“Artie only changed because Sadie was threatened,” Calysta giggles. Both girls collapse on each other all giggly again.

“Sadie Barnes?” They both laugh out a yes, and Brawnwen looks up at him. “I know her. And Orla. Are there other bears?”

“Koda!” Eden squeaks. Both girls now giddy and in tears with laughter.

“Koda, little bear,” she smiles, reaching a hand out to the girls.

“Don’t touch them?” Arthur’s skin prickles up, and he shakes his head. “Please, I can’t control the anger just yet.”

“Artie! Eden! Calysta!”

“That’s our mama!” Calysta jumps up, running towards her voice, and grabs a hold of her mother’s legs with Eden shortly behind.

You walk to see your handsome boy, trying to control his urge to change, and you press his head against your side, “Artie, you are a sweet boy. You don’t have to fear the change. You are protective and fierce and…oh! Sy! Ari! Koda, fetch Papa and Daddy,” the chubby cubby boy waddles off to get his dad, and she rubs her hand over her little bump.

“Son, is this why your changing?”

“Yes, mama,” he turns his piercing eyes away from Branwen who starts to back away. Two giant men run to her side, and one scoops up both girls, while the other stands in front of her, bringing his son by his side.

“Who are you?” His voice growls out.

“Raven. I’m just girl.”

“Sy,” her hand holds onto his arm, “She’s shaking. Where did you come from?”

“The tower. I heard him say the girls wouldn’t turn into bears. I’m just curious,” the woman tilts her head to the side looking at her, “I turn into a raven. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Birth or magic?” Sy grunts again.

“I’ve always done this, as long as I can remember. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Daddy, she’s nice,” the woman smiles at her.

“She is,” the twins say in Ari’s arms. “She told us our name meanings.”

“Daddy, Papa I think we can let her come into the cottage. Talk to her about changing. What harm could come of that?”

Ari leans his head back on the wall. Sitting outside his daughters’ room because his wife had insisted to let the girl stay. Her hand grazes under his chin, before she struggles to sit in the hallway with him. “You should get some rest.”

“As should you. She’s just a child.”

“Who came from where? Where are her parents? Who is she? Have you ever heard of someone who could turn into a raven?”

“No,” she answers quickly, grabbing his hands, “But I had never heard of werebears until I came into the forest. And now I can’t get away from them. Why such hatred for the child?”

“It’s not hatred, Goldie,” Sy joins the two of them in the floor. “It’s fear. Our cubs and you are in here. Artie fears he can’t control himself as a bear, because of the stupid faerie, Castiel who makes a point to show up every year, and every cub that’s born,” his hand presses against her stomach, and his clicks his tongue, “Our job is to protect you.”

“And my job is to be a mother. And she needs one.”

“Goldie, I know what you’re doing,” Ari pushes back her baby hairs, and gets closer to her. “She’s a mystery. And she is no child. She’s nearly grown.”

“She acts as if she’s alone. And she has a chain around her neck. What if she’s in trouble?”

“It’s a necklace,” Sy moves to stand up, extending a hand down to her. “You need rest. Let Ari watch over the girls. Koda is asleep in the bed.”

“That is a chain. I don’t care what you say. We need to inform Castiel and…”

“Goldie, bed,” Sy pulls her up, looking down at Ari as she walks into their room. “Do you think this is the girl that Dean was talking about?”

“I thought it was just a necklace,” Sy gives a low growl, and Ari shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t want Goldie to worry about it. She’s carrying our cub. Whoever this is, she won’t be left alone with our giggle boxes that I fear don’t have enough anger to turn into a bear. And I will refuse to let that faerie continue to check on Artie if he makes him feel that amount of fear. He would never hurt his mom or siblings. Didn’t even hurt Sadie.”

“Sadie,” Sy smiles. “Bucky is going to love them when they get older.”

“Go tend to our wife. I’ve got the twins.”

“Koda is in the bed with us. There won’t be any tending.”

“Good. I get jealous when I’m not present. Go. I’m sure she’s harmless. But just need to be on the safe side.”

Branwen blinks her eyes slowly. Hearing every word from the three outside. The only children she had ever met had more than one father, while she didn’t have any. She had been shown immense love from women that didn’t even know her, but her own mother was in an ageless sleep. Her own body now nearly caught up with her mother’s. It wasn’t fair.

Her chain around her neck gives a small tug, but she ignores it. She’ll spend tonight at the bears house, and in the morning she would fly to their cave. Refusing to give any information to Chase before she spends the rest of the day with her Papa. She lets her eyes close softly before letting sleep take over her. Feeling warm and loved in this cottage, even if the men did not trust her. She understood why they didn’t. She wouldn’t either.

Branwen had a fear that the drinking of the apple juice would turn her corrupt just like the faeries, but alas it had not. Instead of scouting the skies, she now spent her days trying to find children to make her feel like her life had a meaning. Growing up alone and with only faeries was no fun. But the forest was full of them. Even though now she was far past her age of playing with children.

She was no longer a child, even if she wanted to be. It only meant that too many years had passed, and didn’t appear that her father was any closer to finding her mother. Not yet anyways. But maybe one day. One day, she knew they would all be reunited again, and she would finally get to hear her mother’s voice. No longer would she have to wrap your arms around her, you would just be able to hold her. One day.

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#rumplestiltskin #rumplestiltskin drabble #lance tucker #fae!lance tucker #lance tucker x oc #lance tucker x branwen barber #chase collins #chase collins x oc #chase collins x branwen barber #fae!chase collins #into the woods verse

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 6

Summary: you learn the truth, in many different ways

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, corruption, lies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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Andy steps through your door, and you jump up, excited to see him back before nightfall, “I missed you this morning,” your fingers pet over his luscious beard, and you smile wide at him, “Everything okay?”

Andy shakes his head, leading you back to your meager bed. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to find anything to say when Andy notices a chain around your neck. Pulling out Lance’s medallion he gives it a long look, before looking up at you, “Where did you get this?”

“If I tell you, you’ll be mad. It’s not…”

“Miss, where did you get this? It isn’t your pendant,” Andy gives away no emotion as he stares at you, which only makes you more angry.

“You can call me Aurelia.”

“Why?” There was anger in his voice. Confusion, and you feel untrust creeping a thick wedge in between you and Andy.

Turning to look in front of you, you lift your chin, “It means golden.”

“It means the golden one. You spin a few blades of straw into gold, and now you need a name change? Or would there be more to it? Aurelia? Where did you get the medallion?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” you blurt out. Turning to look at him, your head tilts to the side. Tears well in your eyes, but you’re too proud to let them fall. “Ransom would have killed me if I didn’t turn that disgusting hay into gold. You realize that? I would have been dead!”

“I could have saved you!”

“You couldn’t even marry me,” Andy yanks at the medallion, but it clings tightly to your neck. Not allowing him to remove it. A soft glow radiates from the gold and he drops it.

“What did you do?” He asks. His voice cold and dark.

“Nothing that is any concern to you.”

“Faeries? Faeries is your solution? What did you bargain for, pray tell? You give up your cunt to this faerie? Is it his child growing in your belly?” You slap him across the face, and he knocks you back to lay on the bed crawling on top of you. But when the tears can no longer hold their position, and your face shines with your saline trails, he backs away.

“You don’t understand, Future King of Pamona. I am but a peasant girl. Kept in captivity until I fail Ransom’s requests. I wanted you, Andy! I want you!”

“What did he ask for?” Andy’s own eyes betray him, and seeing such a strong and noble man cry, it stings your heart. “You’re no longer just mine are you?”

“I’m always yours. I offered my first born child with…” you can’t even finish your sentence before he’s on his knees in front of you. Head in your lap, while he presses his hand over your stomach.

“But this is ours. Tell me, it’s ours.”

“You’re the only one I’ve been with.”

“You gave our baby up.”

“For my life,” you assure him, lifting his head up to look at you. “I promised him my firstborn child with Ransom. He can’t touch our baby,” with a staggered breath Andy Looks up at you. Confusion printed on his face as he tries to comprehend what you said.

“I would rather lose my child than raise Ransom’s. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t live in this castle with you, while Ransom’s spawn followed me around. Lance can not take our baby from me.”

“You’ve tricked a faerie, Miss…Aurelia. The devil always collects his debts.”

“There is nothing he can take from me. I will gift him back his medallion. I’ll have no use of it once Ransom has collected his gold. I will bargain with Ransom to let me live down here, while I am with child, so no one knows. I’ll continue making the man his hoard of gold. And you, you will do something about our predicament,” Andy slowly nods his head while he thinks of a plan.

“Ransom will not have me. I will not marry, unless it is you. This child is no bastard. It is yours, my King. My everything. My true love. But you have to get rid of him. He’s a cruel and a depraved madman. He is toying with both our emotions. You are the future and rightful heir to the throne.”

“No, I’m not,” Andy takes a deep breath, before bowing his head, “You are, my queen.”

“I am but a poor peasant girl.”

“Your father already confirmed it. My tyrant father seized the throne from your mother. Or he would have, but she and your father fled. Hid in a small cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom. You are the rightful heir to the throne of Palmona.”

You shake you head, pressing your hand against his cheek, “I don’t want it, my King.”

“Change your mind then. I will do as you ask. You keep our baby safe. Let our little one grow and get strong. I will marry you.”

“And we will rule as equals.”

Leaning up against the wall, Lance tries to make himself appear more appealing to you. His pants had gotten lower. The deep v’s on his hips more visible. He decorated his body with golden faerie runes, and he always let his onyx wings free. He no longer was ashamed of their color. You had made him feel he was no more corrupt than his brother, Castiel.

“Living as a creature with mostly males is lonely,” he sighs. His wings spread out, and he lets you see their brilliant color, despite being as dark as coal.

“Are fae creatures only allowed to mate with other fae creatures?”

“No, but humans no longer trust us. A few sour deals, and we become an afterthought. Most don’t even believe in our existence, until we land in front of them,” you stop your motions, turning to look at him.

“Why did you appear to me?”

“We feel deeper than most creatures. It’s like a siren calling us to you. Distress, heartbreak, jealousy, vanity, greed,” he nods his head at you. “Yes, corruption happens to all higher beings. You’re not the only one in the castle making deals.”

“Has Andy?”

“No,” he chuckles, turning his back to you, “Andy is too pure. Despite him sullying your body.”

“Don’t speak so freely about my king. I will not warn you again to hold your tongue when speaking ill of him.”

“Ahh, spoken like a true queen,” you turn away from him as well, turning your nose up. “Us brothers talk, Aurelia. I know all about your family. Living in the castle as a lie. Should the king find out, you and that bastard in your belly will perish.”

You stand, trying to jerk off the medallion, but still it clings to your neck, and Lance turns around to glare at you, “Take your curses off me!”

“It was a fucking gift!”

“My baby is no bastard! Andy is its father!”

“He is her father,” you step backwards as he walks closer. For the first time realizing his ominous presence. “Yes. You reek of Andy, and smell of your precious daughter. The medallion is a gift that can not be given back with malice.”

“You’re cruel,” you whisper, turning away from him.

“And you’re a fool. Making deals with a corrupted faerie. Can’t trust us.”

“I could. You are kind. And you can fight the darkness. Do not let it tarnish our friendship. This isn’t you,” Lance breathes deeply glaring at you. “Fight the corruption.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because, everyone deserves a friend. You helped me when I called. Now, help me end Ransom’s evil ways. He’s…”

“I already am,” his face turns up into a sinister smile. Walking over to the spinning wheel, he sits, and quicker than you, spins the straw into gold. “You’re not the only one who has made a deal. And I always collect my debts. Remember that, Aurelia. Don’t get too attached.”

You don’t utter a word about the deal. There was no telling what he would curse you with as a result of your trickery. He was falling deeper into the abyss of faerie deceit. The golden apple taking him further everyday.

His veins once a silvery smoke, now becoming more inky as the corruption was winning its battle with his body. He had never had an outburst on you before, and you feared for what he was truly capable of.

“You are my friend?” He innocently asks, the devilish smirk now erased off his handsome features.

“I am. Friends protect each other, Lance. We don’t let the other dwell in peril,” he clicks his tongue at you, continuing his spinning.

“You can tell you were born of magic Aurelia. You have the forked tongue of a faerie. Don’t use your twisting words to get me to do your bidding.”

“Born of magic?” You cock up an eyebrow looking at him. Moving one step closer.

“Sit down, and let me tell you of a princess that fell for a stable boy. And learn all about your birthright. It’s amazing what people will do when they’re distraught.”

“Can your curses be reversed?”

“Deals,” he answers sharply. “We don’t do anything that you humans don’t ask for. It’s not our fault you’re greedy for something else. Desperate for magic to fix everything.”

“Lance, you will keep my baby hidden from the king and queen won’t you?” Pulling up your skirts you sit down, your eyes gleaming at him.

“I will keep my baby hidden from the usurper. He would be most displeased that you were even here. Or that you carry a baby that is more powerful than him. Now sit. I have another story to tell you. About Princess Adria and her stable boy.”

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#rumplestiltskin #andy barber #prince!andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x fem!reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #andy barber fics #andy barber fic #andy barber fanfiction #lance tucker #fae!lance tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x fem!reader #lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x you

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 8

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: jealousy, angst

“Lance you cannot just show up in my kingdom without notice,” Ransom growled, pushing the nymph as he barreled past his guard. The fae’s eyes widened as he continued on to his path to Annalise without so much as a stumble. Ransom appeared in front of Lance effectively stopping him, “HEY! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME IN MY OWN KINGDOM! I DO NOT GO TO YOUR LANDS AND DEMAND AN AUDIENCE. YOU WILL HAVE THE COURTESY TO DO THE SAME TO ME!”

“I want what was promised to me, Drysdale.”

Ransom’s brow furrowed, “you haven’t come and seen her since the day you left her with the bracelet. You can’t just take her. That wasn’t the agreement and you know it. You have to court her, just as Jefferson has been doing wi-“

“I do not care for what my cousins have been doing any longer, just as I do not care for their petty agreements. They have broken accords and hidden my own subjects from me, and now use the guise of mateship to keep them from me as well,” Lance growled at the fae, “my cousin Nick has been prolonging his own wedding plans and had hidden one of my own subjects from me. I will not be given the runaround any longer from any of you. I am claiming my bride, and I a-“

“Cousin you are being uncouth.”

Lance’s jaw ticked as he looked behind the fae to see both Samantha and Annalise beside Jefferson. Jefferson was dressed to the nines and had a twin on each arm. His heart ached as he looked at his mate, as she immediately looked away from him, her smile falling from her face, before turning and going back into the grand hall that they’d come from.

His soul was calling out to her, and yet he felt rejected. His heart felt like it was shattering in its chest.

“You haven’t so much as shown your face since that day,” Ransom reminded him, feeling Lance’s pain as the king of the water nymphs looked longingly in the direction she disappeared, “I know that Annalise has expressed it to Jake that she feels you do not truly care for her as Jefferson cares for Samantha…and for a moment I had believed that…but seeing the look in your eyes, the heartbreak I can feel in your soul…I see that is not what it is.”

“I have a kingdom to keep in line. I can’t spend every hour of the day with her,” Lance said between shallow breaths. It was a pathetic excuse. One that both men knew he was using to hide how he really felt. His eyes still hadn’t met Ransom’s, as they were glued to the spot where Annalise has stood. He looked like he would shatter into a million pieces if he moved wrong, “my gods…she hates me for it, doesn’t she?”

Jefferson had appeared beside his cousin in the next blink of an eye, his hand planting firmly on his shoulder, “worry not, cousin. She still has love for you. She just needs to know that you care about her. Look at Samantha and I. W-“

“I care not about what you and your mate do in your own life,” Lance growled, suddenly angry that his mate hadn’t reappeared in the entryway. He tucked away his feelings of rejection and pain and hid behind the rage that he’d grown accustomed to, “Annalise! ANNALISE!”

“She is not a dog you call for a treat,” Jefferson reminded his cousin, “she is your mate and you’re the one who upset her. Go to her. You, go to her!”

Lance shot his cousin another look before looking to Ransom. The fae moved out of the way, and Lance briskly walked towards the grand hall, only to be stopped by Samantha.

“If you hurt her any more than you already hav-“

“My sweet, independent mate,” Jefferson cooed, his hand reaching out to take her firmly by the forearm. He pulled her into himself, and she glared at Lance from her spot against Jefferson’s chest, “allow him to work on his own relationship with Annalise.”

“I’ll kill you,” she promised gently, eyes a raging storm, “if you hurt her…I will find a way to kill you, whether you’re her mate or not.”

Lance chose to ignore her sentiment and stalked into the room. And yet again, his heart ached, seeing her sitting by the window, looking out into the kingdom. His heart raced as he slowly made his way towards her, wondering what the best approach would be.

“I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

Lance froze, the words feeling like ice grating against his skin. They were angry and tinged with pain. She looked back at him, misty-eyed with reddened cheeks. He frowned, taking a few more steps towards her, “little wolf…”

“Don’t,” she warned gently, her own gaze finally lifting enough to meet his own. He saw a pain and heartbreak in him that he wished he could wash away; that he hated himself for knowing that he was the root cause of it, “don’t use that tone with me…I-I don’t want to hear it.”

“I am not using a tone,” he said softly, walking over until he had dropped to his knees in front of her while she sat in the bay window. His hands reached out and took one of her own. She allowed him to hold her hand, and he kissed her knuckles, “I am sorry, little wolf. I haven’t been paying you proper attention.”

“Do you not want me?” she asked after a moment, “I-I can smell you, and I know that-but if you don’t want me-“

“Of course I want you,” he said quickly, cutting her off, “I-I know that you’re my mate. I can feel it in my soul that you’re my other half, Annalise, I jus-“

“Then why do you ignore me, Lance?”

“I-I’ve been busy…with my kingdom,” he said quickly, the reminder of his kingdom tinging his mouth with a sour taste, “but if you come with me. If you come back to my kingdom-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Lance,” she scoffed, “why would I go with you when you haven’t spared me an ounce of your affections?”

His eyes widened, and he stopped speaking, “what?”

And that’s when Lance noticed that she wasn’t even wearing the bracelet that he’d crafted for her. Her wrist lay bare, and his heart ached once more, “you’ve got to be joking, little wolf. You are my mate. You belong to me. You belong in the water kingdom, with me.”

“I’m staying here!” she said defiantly, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“But-y-you’re mine.”

“My heart and soul may be yours, but I’m not something you can just forget about and then come back to whenever you want,” she reminded him, standing from the window. Lance looked up at her, his own confusion keeping him planted to where he knelt, “I may be your mate, and you may be mine…but I will not be some toy for you. I want love, Lance. I want devotion. I want to give everything to my mate and have him do the same. I want a loving life, and I care not if I am a pauper or a queen, but I want to know that my future pups or hatchlings would be loved, and adored, just as he adores me. I do not want to be forgotten and gathering dust in a corner in one of your palace halls.”

“But…bu-but, you’re mine!” he answered, standing up. She dropped his hands and took a step back as rage built up inside of the water nymph king, “You belong to me. YOU’RE MINE, LITTLE WOLF!”

“I don’t like this side of you, Lance!” she said quickly, “I do not belong to you. And I will not leave with you. You should go…”

“YOU’RE MINE!” he repeated once more, his voice booming throughout the room. He felt his rage continuing to grow, but he grabbed her firmly by the wrist, ignoring her protest and cries, “we are going home. And we are going to get married and mated. And-“

“LET GO OF ME!” she shrieked, pushing herself away from him. Lance turned, surprised at the strength of his mate as she wrenched her arm out of his grip. His anger started to muddle as he noticed the bruises quick to develop on her arm. Lance took a step forward and she took two back, a low warning growl passing through her lips, “stay away from me. I am not yours and you cannot control me.”

“Annalise.”

Lance barely noticed Samantha rushing to her sister, cradling her twin. Or Jefferson’s grip on his shoulder as he was quick to lead him away from the room.

Only eight words continue to echo again and again in his head as he found himself in another room down the hall. His mate’s angry tone with him as she repeated, ‘I am not yours,’ and ‘you cannot control me.’

And for the first time in his life, Lance felt truly alone…and it bothered him greatly.

Chapter 9

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Jakten, Chapter 1

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: world building, mentions of blood, death, murder/sacrificial rituals.

“And so, it was willed into the bylaws after the ancient first wars, that the five protectors of the forest seek the souls of five maidens. One from each of the districts to ensure we are kept safe in the time between. Every five years, like clockwork, and we are protected from the outer realms, as well as our own districts, as they are kept from collapse due to their sage wisdom and diplomacy. A human from the non-magical district of the capital, a were-creature from the shifters in the east, a magical body from the district along the Northern mountain ridge, a being from the land of the damned in the south, and a soul from the waters of the western tides,” the old harpy crooned. A few of the younger creatures ‘ohhhed’ and ‘awwed,’ while she stared around the room to the back of the tent, where the five guests of honor sat in varying stages of the acceptance that was their realities.

The human girl on one edge looked terrified. And the harpy could see into her mind’s eye that she had never come to the celebrations before. The festival. The lights. It almost looked to be all too much for her as she wildly looked around whatever one of the tents, she was placed in so that the spectators could glance at her. She had remembered seeing her on the first day of the festival, when she was brought into the capital. Her heavy, but well worn, ragged clothes that showed she was a mere survivor on the outskirts of the capital had been replaced by a fine silk white slip, the same as the other maidens, and while the servants of the capital had worked to ensure she was scrubbed clean, her skin seemed to have absorbed some of the dirt and coal from the area as she looked very akin to working in the fields for long periods of time. Her pale skin looked to have been rubbed nearly raw; so much so that it made her ginger hair look orange from it’s inflamed and reddened hue. And while she was petite, beside her was an even smaller creature.

A pixie. All four and a half feet of her was curled up in the seat, her large doe eyes staring back at the harpy as she waited for the story to continue. Her tight curls looked as though they were shaking as her fear pulsated through her. To her, the history of Jakten was an all too real horror story. While they mountainous ridge was vast, pixies usually stuck closer to the valleys, never going beyond the actual mountain and even less so into the forest where the districts joined together. The harpy found it almost comical; as the way she’d altered her slip was the most different from the rest of the maidens. The small pixie was abhorred by it, as pixies barely covered their own modesty, so she’d quickly taken a pair of shears to the slip until it looked like nothing more than tatters that were magically held upon her skin. But she could sense the anxiety that had been riding on her back, as the pixie now seemed to regret the act that she’d done just a few days ago. Since then all she’d received was jeers or harsh pinches to her darkened skin, as many of the drunken crowd had treated her like a woman of the night, which had caused a number of bruises, as pixies were horribly delicate.

In the middle was arguably the most striking of the five maidens. The siren. She somehow looked as though she were permanently wet, even while being dry. Her opalescent skin seemed to shimmer in the dark tent, which made the harpy believe that the poor girl stood no chance when she was going to be dropped in the forest. She may have stood a chance if she were a water nymph, but sirens needed to be near a water source, to maintain their body’s physiology. They couldn’t go more than a day without water. She would be the first one to die. The water creatures usually were, as they often had to stay by a water source, or at least close enough to one so that they could hold their form. She felt a pang in the pit of her belly as she wondered how far the guards would drop them from a source, and if she’d even make it that long, as she hadn’t made many appearances within the celebrations due to her need for water. She’d spent most of her time in the water district’s quarters, alone.

Beside her though was probably her one saving grace. If the siren were smart, she’d team up with the were-phoenix, who could heal her if she was too far from water. The harpy had sighed to herself. It was horrible luck for the were-creatures in the lottery for this Jakten, as the phoenix was treasured and rare. And yet she was the one that had been chosen. A few of the other creatures offered to take her place, but ever true to the characteristics of her own kind, she wouldn’t allow them, instead reminding them that stealing the honor of serving her district would shame her greatly.

The young phoenix was short for a were-creature, especially for a phoenix, who normally towered closer to the vampire’s height. At 5’3” she was a thin, almost wiry looking Asiatic woman, with glowing skin and fiery red hair. She held her head high as she watched the harpy with calm eyes. She was quiet, but seemed like she had a plan going from the moment she walked into the capital, and a little part of the aged woman wondered if she’d be the first to survive the protectors as she’d be a valuable asset to them.

And lastly, on the other end, was the creature from the land of the damned. A vampire. While the harpy had noted that there was nothing exceedingly special about this maiden aside from her model like figure, which wasn’t uncommon for a vampire, she was still surprised, as the land of the damned usually offered up a witch or another ‘lesser’ species. It was rare that they gave up a vampire, the dominant creature of that land. The maiden watched the harpy with curiosity, as Jakten, didn’t scare her. She could sense a darkness in her, through her mind’s eye that made her want to distance herself. The harpy found it ironic that the vampire was the district’s sacrifice for this Jakten. Thunter becoming the hunted.

She gestured back, drawing the attention of those who came to hear the story to the women, “the five maidens. From the capital, the human. Cara. From the mountain’s ridge, the pixie. Ouli. From the western tides, the siren. Aexie. From the shifters of the east, the were-phoenix. Caihong. And from the land of the damned, a vampire. Genevive.”

The younger creatures looked back at the five maidens who were seated in luxurious chairs. Many of the children turned to stare at them, while others merely looked back to the harpy, as though they were waiting for more of the story. But that was it. There was no further tale to tell for her as the boom of the fireworks sent the smaller children running outside, while the pixie jumped in her seat. The vampire maiden laughed upon seeing her reaction, while the human glared at her. The pixie’s eyes watered, and the human’s hand rubbed small circles over her nearly glittering skin as she began to shrink in size, “i-it’s okay. It’s just the fireworks. I-I think. Just like the other nights.”

She bit her lip, nodding along to show that she understood, but said nothing. Pixies didn’t often speak to anyone outside of their own species, let alone humans. When they did usually do such, it was to barter their knowledge for things that they needed. Her wings disappeared but she continued to stay tucked into her chair, leaning more towards the human maiden as she continued to comfort her.

From the other side of the siren, the phoenix was glaring at the vampire, “you don’t need to laugh at her. She’s scared! Show some compassion.”

“Her kind are so jumpy,” the vampire commented with a laugh as she eyed her down. She looked at the smallest in the group who had begun to shrink again at the glower of the vampire, “you won’t survive through the night, little fairy. You or your butterfly wings. I bet the immortals rip them from your frail body and then pick their teeth with them once they’ve picked you to the bone.”

“Pixies aren’t fairies,” the siren sneered, finally looking to the vampire. Her own scowl was partially covered by her nearly silver, white hair flowing around her body as though it were waves, pushed by some invisible force. The vampire recognized it as an intimidation tactic. She’d seen it the past few days as the little pixie hid behind the other women when the vampire picked at her, “they are very different.”

“You’re very heartless to her,” the human commented, “you have been all week. She’s in the same boat as the rest of us. Why you torment her is beyond me? She’s smaller than all of us. Leave her be.”

“Little pixie will lie to you,” the vampire warned the human softly, “don’t fall for her traps. Otherwise, she’ll likely use her magic until the immortals are picking you clean to the bone while she flees.”

“Oh yeah, like you don’t want to just drain her? Bet you wish you could just drain the life out of the human right now” the phoenix scoffed, “you leeches are all the same. Stop playing mind games. The little pixie is just as scared as the rest of us.”

“Speak for yourself,” the vampire scoffed, crossing her arms, “pixies trick people. At least their fairy cousins look human and help others. My sister was tricked by a pixie. It almost killed her.”

The human maiden removed her hand from the pixie’s arm. The pixie looked at the human, and her pointed ears dropped slightly. With a heavy sigh her wings came forward out of her skin, and she wrapped her wings around herself as if to create her own little cocoon.

“Well, your sister must have been awfully stupid to almost die from a pixie,” the siren laughed, insulting the vampire, “next I suppose you’ll claim that humans are dangerous.”

“Humans are food,” she retorted, rolling her eyes, “sirens too. So, I’d stay out of my business if I were you, little mermaid. You’re nothing more than a meal to me.”

“There you go again,” the siren growled, rolling her eyes at the vampire, “you know, maybe if you were nicer to the pixie, she’d shower you with enough intelligence to be able to tell a pixie from a fairy and a mermaid from a siren. We are all different creatures, you lecherous quim.”

“You know,” the harpy sighed, stepping off her stage. She made her way to the back of the now empty tent where the five maidens were sat, her cane clicking along beside her, “if the five maidens ever got along for once and utilized their combined powers together, they may have a shot at getting out of the forest…I’ve been alive a long time…long enough to see this exact scene play out a thousand times. By the time you are dropped off tomorrow eve, you will all be at one another’s throats! If you were to work together-”

“They offer me nothing. I will not lug them around like the dead weight they are.”

The phoenix glared at the vampire, “the only dead weight is you. I hope they pick you clean first. That way we’ll have a head start. You’d probably try to suck us all dry otherwise.”

“Y-You can’t…she can’t do that,” the human maiden began, “c-can she?”

“You’re just about the only one she could leech off of,” the siren smirked, “the were-phoenix is smart, and I can see the vial strapped to her inner wrist of were-cobra venom. She would poison her before she got close enough and pixie blood is lethal to vampires.”

“W-what about you?”

“She’s stupid, but not enough to try to actually bite me,” the siren smirked, looking to the vampire, “no vampire would take a siren’s blood without their permission.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’d curse them more than they already are.”

The carts travelled slowly. At least for the past hour it felt like it. They had been in the carts for a majority of the day and a half, stopping a few times to go to the bathroom or take breaks, but mainly traveling at a faster pace. Even for the faster creatures like the vampire or if the phoenix flew, it’d take them a full two days of running or flying.

The unfortunate dark tunnels mirrored how the girls felt. Lost, and without any idea of where they were. But that was the point. The journey was made under the lands so that the maidens would have no familiarity with them, nor would they truly be able to tell where they were dropped. As the carts finally stopped along the tracks, nearly a day and a half later, the women were both exhausted and confused.

They hadn’t acquired much sleep, as they had been whisked away to the mine after the fireworks, and the carts would jostle them harshly. Nor did any of them really have an appetite.

They unloaded the carts slowly, each one with their district leader. They were lead up a railed platform that looked like a hollow tube. The district’s markings were etched in a heavy metal above them.

The porthole.

“As is tradition, you are to be dropped in the center of the lands, in the dark forest as a sacrifice to the first five, the immortals who protect us all,” the officiant began, reading off the scroll he carried. The five maidens glanced to one another with bated breaths. He continued, “so it has been since the beginning of times, that five maidens were to be offered up. A human from the capital in the north-west, a magical being from the northern mountain ridge, a shifter from the east, a soul from the land of the damned in the south, and a maiden from the waters of the western tides. The rules are as follows…”

“Rules?”

“Yes,” the older man nodded, looking away from his scroll, “there are no rules that state you must stay together, nor are there any rules stating that you must split. However you feel is most necessary to your survival you may do so. You are dropped into the center of the forest. Around the center, the five castles of the immortals stand. Much like the districts, each one protects a domain. The first vampire reigns over the land of the damned, the king of the were-bears over the shifters, the king of the fae over the northern ridge, the golem over the western tides, and he who hides in the shadows over the capital district. However, this does not mean that you will avoid one if you aim to go towards your own district.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” the human maiden asked. She looked between the leaders and the officiant, “w-what does that mean, sir?”

“You are from the capital,” he pointed out, looking away from his scroll, “but that is not to say that you will not run into the first vampire or the king of bears if you head towards your district. Just as none are guaranteed to run into any others.”

“Bu-“

“I do not have time for your questions, capital human” the man growled, looking to the human. His elven ears twitched from beneath his cap and the pixie bowed her head. Elves were one of the few creatures that could survive any of the districts and were often picked to run the mines beneath the land with the dwarves. They were also notorious for their short-tempers and use of magic to get people to bend to their wills. Upon seeing the pixie bow, the elven man scoffed. He turned his attention to the leaders of the five districts who had come with their maidens, “We will unseal the porthole, and send the five maidens up. What happens beyond that point will be a matter of their own devices. In the time of one week, if any of these five women should come to your districts, they will be welcomed, as that is the five telling us that they have been spared and blessed. If any are returned, then not only will the home district be spared for the next lottery, but so will the receiving district. All who receive their maidens will be greatly showered with gifts and fortunes. Is that understood and accepted by all districts?”

The five leaders nodded, accepting the rule.

“Only the five maidens may enter the forest,” the elven man reminded everyone, “any outside interference is subject to death by the five, and that does not mean that they would be accepting the place of the maiden. They are not the merciful kind!”

Once again, another round of agreement. The five maidens looked to their home district leaders.

“Do you have any words to speak?”

“I will buy what time I can,” the vampire whispered softly as she looked to the pixie, “I can smell one lurking nearby, already. It’s not the vampire or bear.”

The human looked at her, confused, “W-what?”

“Run the opposite way as me,” she commanded her, looking at the pixie who held her hand, “do you understand, Ouli?”

She nodded and reached out, placing her hand to the vampire’s cheek, “You. Good. May feet guide you to mercy.”

With the flick of a switch, they were soon beginning to rise to the forest, the opening allowing them all to see that it was early evening. Before the platform could stop, true to her word, the vampire jumped up and instantly began to run away from the group.

“What was that?” The phoenix asked the pixie.

“I took pain!”

“D-did the vampire do something to you?” Cara asked quickly, exposing both sides of the pixie’s neck, “a-are you okay, Ouli?”

“Fine. We go!”

“Good riddance to her. Whatever you promised her,” the siren huffed, her eyes glimmering under the upcoming moonlight, “I must find water…I soaked up most of what was in the cart I was in, and I will not be able to stay out much longer than daylight.”

“The harpy was right,” the human said softly, quick to grab the siren by the wrist, “We stand a better chance if we stick together…the vamp-Genevive sacrificed herself so that we have a head start from whatever was after us. Just let us come with you…we will watch while you refresh yourself. And we can rest in turns.”

“Us?”

The human nodded, holding up the hand of the pixie, Ouli, who was nervously looking around, “We will come with you.”

“What about you?” she asked the phoenix, “Are you aiming to be like the vampire and suddenly become all self-righteous or will you stick with us.”

“I know that I am beneficial to all of us…but I have to cover my scent,” she admitted softly, “I-as a phoenix, my scent will only draw those who have a stronger nose, like the first vampire and the king of bears…”

“H-how do we do that?”

“I know ways,” the pixie offered up, biting her lip as she spoke. Her ability to speak a language that they understood was broken at best, but they appreciated her efforts. They knew that pixies were generally a nervous folk who didn’t go out of their way to interact with anyone and had learned that over the previous days. The three other women looked to the smallest of the group as she began to grab whatever dirt she could, “s-start to gather… from ground…can pull and rub it. Cover until we reach…the floosh.”

She began to grab dirt from the ground and quickly spread it around the phoenix’s arms and slip, but was also sure to alternate so that she was getting muddied up as well, “What are you doing little pixie?”

“She’s combining everyone’s scents,” the siren smiled at the intelligent little being who worked furiously, stopping every once in a while to sniff certain parts of her. If she was satisfied, she moved onto another part, but if she could still scent her, she added more to her, “she’s not only mixing your scent into the earth, but hers as well. Little pixie will you do that to us as well? I can see your magic coating her skin.”

She nodded quickly and grabbed each of the women’s hands, kissing the knuckles before handing them piles of dirt, leaves, and greenery to rub themselves with, “we quickly. Shifter…you tell if…hear? Yes?”

The phoenix nodded at the little pixie, who had mostly covered her in dirt, and lifted herself with her wings to put leaves and sticks in her hair.

When it was finished, she shrank until she was the size of a bar of soap and shot into the air.

“Where did she go?”

“There,” the shifter pointed. She was just above the tree line, spinning furiously, “she’s scouting.”

And just as quickly, she was beside them once more, “we go…this way floosh.”

“Floosh?” The siren asked.

She nodded, imitating a wave the ‘floosh’ noise was the crashing of a wave, “floosh.”

“Water!”

She nodded again hurriedly, grabbing the hand of the human, and pulling her in the opposite direction of the vampire.

“Pixie, d-did you see the vampire the other way?”

She nodded even more nervously, “maiden run…large man chase. Five!”

“T-the five are already out? Sh-she wasn’t lying?”

The human had stopped in her tracks, forcing the pixie to stop as well. She kept trying to pull her hand, “clear path. Floosh. Cannot stop. Please! C-Cara. Trust Ouli!”

“Human we will argue later,” the siren said, coming back to the woman. She grabbed her hand, “pixie. Take us to the floosh.”

“Safe. Floosh.”

She ran as fast as she could before the platform even stopped. She’d managed to speak to the little pixie in the moments before they were loaded on the carts. But now, she could smell that he was close by, whatever he was, and she hoped that by running off, he’d ignore the others so that she could get a head start for them.

Stupid maidens.

But it was the least that she could do. After what Ouli had done for her. Her younger sister would be safe.

They couldn’t smell him like she could.

He was gaining on her. She could smell the earthiness to his scent. Like warmed clay and fresh cut grass. Rain after a long drought. She couldn’t hear a heartbeat, but she could feel his power surging through her like a bolt of electricity. The earth felt heavy as she ran, almost as if it were working against her.

But that’s all the distraction it took.

And then when his firm body hit hers, stopping her motion, it was like being run over by a freight train.

“W-what are you?” she asked nervously as she looked at his figure looming over her own. If her heart beat any longer, she would have gone into cardiac arrest at the nervousness of the giant before her. The creature was easily 6’3” of corded muscle. He wore a thick leather vest across his broad shoulders. Scars lined his neck and jaw, and went across the firm musculature of his shoulders, but they were aged in a way that meant that they had to have been there for decades.

“You are mine, little vampire,” he responded simply, “worry not what I am, other than your new master.”

She fumbled back on her back as he reached towards her, lifting her with a strength that she couldn’t even begin to fathom. As his large hand wrapped around her throat, her eyes widened. Just a single hand had managed to wrap entirely around her throat. She tried to force herself to swallow, but she could barely shift. She was losing oxygen fast. She didn’t need it to survive, but without it, she would pass out. Her nails scratched as his large hands to no avail. The last thing that she noticed before the darkness came to take her away was how his silver eyes stared at her with the faintest traces of curiosity.

Chapter 2

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Jakten, Chapter 9

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Warnings: dubcon, angst, manipulation, cheating? Smut/unprotected sex, mentions of torture, abuse of power, mentions of rape

“What was he talking about?”

Lance smiled guiltily as Cara looked at him, anger holding firm on her features. He sighed, reaching out to her as his smile fell away, “come on now, don’t be like that, Cara.”

“I asked you a question.”

Lance frowned as he looked at the human, “I’m a collector of fine objects, Cara…you can’t be mad at me for something that is in my nature.”

She shook her head at him, looking disgusted, “you were trying to catch Ouli…and Caihong.”

Lance shook his head, “but I didn’t…that has to count for something, doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t, Lance,” she murmured, “that’s like saying you were planning on kidnapping someone until you realized that you couldn’t.”

“Are you trying to punish me for a crime I didn’t commit, little human?” he asked with a smirk, “or are you trying to make me feel guilty? Because I must caution you that I will not be ashamed for my thoughts.”

“What about me?” she asked through clenched teeth, “am I just a business transaction too? Just someone you aim to keep locked away so that you can attempt to control the golem?”

Lance felt an uncomfortable emotion rising up in the pit of his chest. His brow furrowed as he stared at the human, and it seemed like she was staring a hole straight through him, “WELL?”

“More or less,” he shrugged. While not entirely lying, he wasn’t being wholly truthful either. He had felt an instant attraction to her the moment that he’d come home and seen her…the moment that it all settled that she was his because she took a treasure. The moment where she actually did accept the necklace from him. One that he very much did feel in his heart of hearts was meant to be a courting gesture. But he couldn’t admit that to her, “why? Does it feel like something else?”

It was a leading question, one meant to get her to admit her feelings first so that he could still feel some sort of superiority while admitting his own feelings aloud. But what he received instead was a firm smack across the face.

His jaw felt like it was on fire as she turned on her heel and stomped away from him, muttering about how he was a pig. Lance bit back his own slighted feelings.

Why did she have to be so stubborn?

Why couldn’t she admit her feelings first.

“Stupid humans,” he grumbled as he walked away from the dining room. He started the same path that she had gone, and realized that she would be in his chambers, as that was the only room he’d really shown her. Turning on his heel, he started towards the kitchens, doors slamming against the walls with every set he passed through as he found a way to relieve his stress, “stupid Cara…who does she think she is, slapping me?”

As Lance made his way through his dwelling, Cara had broken down into a puddle of tears on the floor of Lance’s chambers. She hated the fact that was the first place that she ran to after slapping him, but she also didn’t feel comfortable roaming around the castle, knowing that there were other maidens scurrying quickly away as to not be seen by her.

And it wasn’t much longer when her own sadness betrayed her, and her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten since they’d been sent through the porthole. And while it’d only been about a day and a half, her stomach was gurgling for something now that the adrenaline had worn off.

So with a heavy heart she started for the kitchens. She hadn’t seen a soul, as the maiedens that had managed to stay alive and work for Lance had maintained their usual distance from her. It wasn’t until she’d heard the soft moans that sounded like they were coming from Lance, and louder, harsher moans that belonged to a woman, where she felt her real rage grow.

Throwing the doors open she saw Lance has bent a woman over the counter and was fucking wildly into her. Her skirts had been thrown over her waist, allowing Cara to see every disgusting detail. The fact that he was balls deep in her. The fact that he wasn’t wearing any sort of protection.

It made her sick.

But she held her tongue as she pushed into the kitchen. A scared yelp tearing itself from the maiden’s mouth that had been bent over the counter. Cara grabbed a piece of fruit from the bowl, and stood, staring at Lance as he fucked into the maiden.

While the girl started to protest, Lance kept his eyes focused on Cara. When the girl started to fight back against Lance, uncomfortable in being seen in such a compromising position, Cara leaned forward and placed the apple in her mouth with a sneer, effectively muffling her.

Lance stopped his thrusting, surprised at how Cara was reacting.

“Well don’t stop on my account,” she huffed, crossing her arms as she grabbed another piece of fruit to bite into. Lance watched as she leaned on the far counter, “I’m just a business transaction, remember?”

“It’s a god damned lie is what it is,” Ransom spat as the Drysdale clan stared down not only Bucky, but Nick and Genevieve, “she’s a traitor to the kingdom. Are the lot of you going to tell me that you believe a traitorous whore!”

“Immortal, you have to understand,” Linda said with a frown as she looked to her son, “these are very serious accusations. She’s making some pretty egregious claims with nothing to back it up.”

“He marked my thigh.”

Linda swallowed, her eyes going wide as she looked back to her son in disbelief.

“That little slut is probably lying,” Richard said drunkenly as he tipped back his goblet of blood, “her family was famous for it. Ransom was kind enough to look past it and clear her family’s debts in exchange for her younger sister’s hand, Margot or something…what was her name again?”

“Mary.”

“Right,” he scoffed, with a roll of his eyes, “Mary. Such a bland name…but she was a beauty. Ransom, a good, upstanding vampire, and your ruler I should remind you, was willing to overlook your families flaws and take her in. And now you are making these claims against him! Saying that he raped you and threatened to make you a whore in the red district. Marking you…saying that he forced her to take the place of Wanda Maximoff for this Jakten. You ungrateful little bitch. We ought to throw you back in the dungeons and bleed you!”

“RICHARD!”

“Mrs. Drysdale,” Bucky said with a firm tone as he looked to the matriarch of the family, “I do not take these sorts of claims lightly. When Nick approached me with her, I knew I had to investigate…and I’ve seen the mark for myself. I know it to be Ransom’s.”

“So what?” Ransom asked, “maybe I marked her. But she wanted it! The dirty fucking whore said she wanted me. Said it was her last request before she give herself up to Jakten.”

“YOU LIAR!”

“HOLD YOUR TONGUE!” Bucky demanded, looking back to the young vampires, “THE BOTH OF YOU! There are ways to go about this. There is such a thing called diplomacy and tact that must be utilized.”

“Immortal?”

Bucky looked to the woman he’d helped bring to the life of a damned one. Gently, he took her hands, “Linda…I have never lied to you…about anything. Through all of our centuries knowing one another, have I ever done anything to betray your trust?”

She sighed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head, “you have not, immortal.”

“I have looked into the eyes of the young maiden…I have seen her horrors,” Bucky admitted, “they line up with her story…as I look at Ransom I only see a veil of half-truths which he tries to manipulate you through…and I think that you know that.”

She sniffled, confirmation that he was telling the truth and had seen right through her.

“I’m sorry Ransom,” she whispered in a low, tearful tone. Bucky gave her a soft frown. She didn’t dare look back to her husband or son, “you’ve done too much…I cannot cover this kind of damage up.”

“Ransom is an evil little shit,” Richard growled, stomping out of his chair and towards the matriarch and Bucky. He pulled out his sword and pointed it at the vampire’s neck, “But I will not let you steal my son away from me under the word of some cheap whore. THERE. IS. NO. PROOF!”

“Lift your skirt, Genevieve.”

It was a simple command that meant nothing sexual, but as Nick stepped in front of her to protect her from Ransom’s harsh glare, everyone felt the tension between Ransom and her.

“Go ahead, Genevieve,” Ransom encouraged smugly, “lift those skirts for me again. Let me see those supple, pale thighs once more under the moonlight.”

Genevieve shivered, and Ransom smirked. Nick was about to charge him and rip him to shreds, but Bucky held his arm out.

“Genevieve, please,” Bucky pled, looking to the vampiress. She frowned and looked to Nick, while slowly lifting her skirt until a pair of marks showed up on her thigh, incredibly close to her core. Linda gasped, and Bucky nodded his head towards her, “as all of you can see, that is Ransom’s mark…”

“He’s yours,” Linda whimpered, turning away from them. She grabbed her husband’s arm, lowering the sword, “do what you will with him, immortal…he’s no longer under the protection of the damned, and his titles have been revoked.”

He sighed as he put the finishing touches on the corner in his chambers. He felt nervous and all too anxious knowing that she was asleep in the room beside his, and he desperately wanted to show her what he’d done.

He made a sweet little pixie haven in the corner of his room. The very spacious corner kept with the sultry evening sky tones of his room, but there was a soft silver netting that hung from the ceiling and flowed out around a plush circular bed that was lined with pillows and soft trinkets. There was also several little shelves similarly decorated behind the netting with their own individual walls so that if she did want to be alone or away from him, while still being close, she could hide out in the little coves. The whole corner was lit up with twinkling lights that seemed to blend right in to the wall.

It looked like a little safe haven.

His heart nearly stopped as he heard a knock at the door. Closing his eyes momentarily, he felt her on the other side. His eyes switched back to the corner.

“One second Ouli.”

“Jefferson…” she said timidly, knocking on the door once more.

He raced to the door, hoping that she wouldn’t beat him by opening it. Opening it ever so slightly, he looked down to her owlish features. Her wings were glittering and he frowned. There was a small pile of magic on the floor.

“You had a bad dream?”

She nodded, a whimper escaping her lips as she raced into his arms, “Ouli miss…”

“I’m sorry my sweet pixie” he muttered, stroking her soft ebony skin. He brushed a few curls behind her ear and kissed the top of her head, “I-I have a surprise that I would like you to see. Can you close your eyes for me?”

Ouli pulled back slightly to look at him, then nodded, closing her eyes. He kissed the tip of her nose and he watched as the slightest blush highlighted her mocha cheeks, bringing out the warmth in her skin.

He took her gently by the hands, and led her into the room, closing the door behind himself. Leading her over to the corner, he turned her around so that her back was to the setup.

“Open.” He commanded. She did as she was told, but her expression changed to a confused one when she looked at him.

“Surprise? Where?”

He leaned in, his hand stroking the apple of her cheek, as his free hand turned her around in his grasp. She gasped upon seeing the little corner he’d made for her.

“Me?”

He leaned down, softly wrapping his arms around the pixie’s waist as he nodded on her shoulder, “It is all for you, Ouli…I-I want you to be happy.”

He didn’t have to ask her thoughts as the next emotion he felt was one that nearly knocked him on his ass. She was overwhelmed. But a much firmer emotion pushed at him. She turned towards him and pulled his face to hers, as her lips pressed against his.

Jefferson melted against her kiss, feeling an emotion that he himself had never felt before. It was an emotion that had him feeling drunk and dazed as his hands held firmly around her mid section. Her hands cupped his face, the soft, small fingers stroking his own cheeks as she seemed to possess his very heart.

His emotions went haywire as he felt like his entire being warmed up at the thought. He felt it as her lips worked with his.

Love.

Chapter 10

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Jakten, Chapter 7

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Warnings: slight angst…okay, there’s a healthy dose of it, fluff turns smut, handjob, unprotected sex, loss of virginity *male*, slight innocence kink if you squint

“Ouli come on!”

The nervous pixie stared at the human, amazed at how she could so willingly enter the castle that belonged to Lance. He was so powerful that the residual magic left in his dwelling made her dizzy. She shook her head, not wanting to move further into it, “Ouli…please…”

“Leave,” she whispered through sad eyes as she tried to convey her worries to the human, “Please…Cara…not safe.”

Cara sighed, ignoring the small pixies warnings as she started off down the hall. The castle had been lit up, and it felt simply decadent. Everything was in rich shades. The golden glow of the lights. The deep forest green of the carpet beneath her feet. Her hands trailed with her down the hall, feeling the velvety soft wallpaper that looked like liquid gold along her fingertips.

“This place is amazing,” she whispered more to herself than anyone else. As she followed the path, she found herself in a larger room. The doors to it were ornate and held intricate designs even in the brass handles. But beyond the doors was what caught her attention. There were piles of treasure. Gold. Silver. Gemstones and jewels. Trinkets that she didn’t have any idea what they were for. She had never seen so much opulence. And they were just thrown about, as though they were simple things. They all seemed to be messily sorted, “Oh my.”

She jumped when Ouli gave a small squeak, quickly latching onto her hand, “Cara left Ouli.”

“I thought you didn’t want to come,” she shrugged, more entranced by the treasures instead of their safety. When she pulled her towards the gold, Ouli was quick to slap away her hand, “What is that for? We could take this and be set for life, Ouli?”

“Trap!” she said firmly, “no take.”

She shook her head wildly, her curls dancing around her, and Cara sighed, “you think it’s a trap? How, Ouli? We’re the only ones here. We haven’t seen a soul in this place. It’s just us! It can’t be a trap.”

She went to reach for it once more, but Ouli slapped her hand away much harder, trying to pull her back towards the door. But she gasped upon seeing that it was closed. Her eyes went wide, and she began to breathe a bit heavier, “Trap…magic. We leave now!”

Cara shook her head, “no…it’s just…it can’t be, Ouli. They probably just closed on their own. This castle is huge.”

But even she had to admit she was a little afraid of how the two large doors managed to close silently without her even being able to notice it until it was too late.

It should have made a sound…right?

Cara swallowed her anxiety and looked around. But she could barely see the other sides of the room because of the massive amounts of treasure within it, “O-Ouli, spread out…we have to look for another exit, okay?”

The pixie nodded, quickly skittering around a pile of treasure. Cara took the opposite route, her feet narrowly managing to slide between an obscenely large pile of gold coins and gemstones.

But on the other side of it, she noticed what looked like jewelry. Looking behind her, she didn’t see Ouli, so she moved forward. Cara was weaving between the items carefully, her gaze constantly flickering between the air, and behind herself to make sure Ouli wasn’t coming as she noticed a necklace that seemed all too familiar.

With a small gasp, she made her way over to the table. Her eyes watered at the simple, but intricate necklace. It reminded her of the one that her mother once had when she was really little; before they had to sell it and move from their larger farm into one of the small cottages.

The green emerald gem stared at her, called to her, and she felt her eyes watering at the thoughts of her mother.

“Cara please sit still,” her mother said sweetly as she kneeled in front of her. The younger version of herself giggled excitedly as she reached out towards her beautiful red-headed mother, “Cara, the portrait…please…”

“Mama!”

The younger woman smiled, unable to be upset with her. She began caressing the younger girl’s cheek, “my sweet child.”

She reached out for her, and the young mother smiled, picking her daughter up.

“We have to sit still,” her husband playfully scolded as he looked to his wife. She gave him a soft look and he melted, “put Cara down love. Please.”

Cara was saddened when her mother obeyed her husband, and put her daughter back down beside him so that the painter could continue with the portrait. Taking her place beside her once more, she made sure to take off her necklace, and put it on her daughter to keep her occupied.

“You watch mommy’s necklace, alright, my sweet?” she cooed to the young girl.

“Mommy…”

Her eyes flickered back to where she’d come from and when she didn’t see Ouli she took the necklace off it’s stand, quickly tying the white silk cord onto the strap of the slip and tucking it into the garment so that it would remain hidden.

Meanwhile, outside, Lance and Jefferson were waiting, when Lance smiled. He’d felt her take the gift. Felt it as though he were the necklace, caressing her soft flesh. Jefferson, annoyed with having done nothing but wait since they tracked them to his castle raised a brow at him, “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because of my prize, old friend...she took a gift for herself.”

Nick’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the warmth of the bath, Genevieve softly tracing the scars of his arms.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“I feel so at peace right now,” he admitted softly, not bothering to open his eyes. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the oils that he’d put into it for her. Jasmine. Rose hips. Vanilla. Citrus, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so calm as I do right now. I’ve lived a very solitary life, Genevieve. And before that it was a most unkind one.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, pulling his arms from the sides of the tub, and wrapping them around herself. Nick’s eyes opened. He was surprised to see her wrapping himself around her form. She looked back at him slightly, tilting her head, “i-is it okay if I do this?”

“Y-yeah…I just…I didn’t expect you to…well, want to touch me…”he admitted more to himself than to her, “I mean, I know back in my roo-“

“I’m attracted to you.”

Nick stopped speaking at her blurted out little confession. He was surprised to hear it coming from her, when just a few short hours ago she’d been afraid of him.

“W-what changed?”

“I couldn’t have been attracted to you before?”

His eyes went wide, “no…no I just…this is new…a-all of it. Hours ago, you were afraid that I would murder you, were you not?”

“I’m sorry.”

She let go of his hands, but he was quick to grab back onto her, “Please don’t stop.”

She looked back at him once more, surprise lacing her features.

“I like this,” he said quickly. The smallest of smiles formed on her lips and Nick noticed her canines peeking through her pouty expression as she turned around and leaned against his chest, pulling his arms more tightly around her body, “I-I like this very much.”

“Me too.”

“Y-you’re a good creature you know,” he pointed out to the young vampiress, “I know that you feel like you aren’t, and that you deserve to be here for Jakten…but I’m glad that you are because it’s allowed me to meet you…”

“I’m not a good person.”

“But you are,” he said sweetly, “I have seen many Jakten, and not one of them have done what you did. You ran when you did, and I knew then in that moment that I loved you, because you were willing to sacrifice yourself for them. I heard you tell them to run, little vampire…you were willing to give up your own safety, your own life, for all of them. I do not trust any of the others, but you…you doing that-“

“Did you just say that you loved me?”

Nick’s breath hitched in his throat as he realized that he indeed did admit to having feelings for the vampire since the moment he’d seen her at the port.

“I-“

“Nick?”

She turned around so that she was no longer pressed into his chest. His breathing became shallow as she looked at him, and it felt like he no longer knew what the concept of breathing was. She was staring right through him.

“I-I guess I did.” Her eyes searched his, as though she were looking for any little thing that would tell her that he wasn’t being truthful, but she found nothing. Nick felt his heart swell as her eyes became glassy. He felt a nervousness rushing over him, “P-please don’t be sad. It was not my intention to upset you…If you-“

But he was cut off by her lips meeting his in a fiery passion. Nick had never kissed anyone, but he felt his eyes closing almost on instinct as he melted against her. With shaky hands he cradled her face between calloused palms. She needily crawled onto his lap, straddling the much larger man, as her hands braced themselves on his pectorals.

With neither creature not necessarily needing air, she deepened the kiss, her canines nipping at his bottom lip. Nick moaned, the tight feeling in his abs returning, as a new warmth flooded his stomach. He shuddered when her hands slid down his chest, dipping into the water, and finally slipping around his cock.

Both of them gasped for very different reasons. She was surprised at how her hands seemed so small in comparison to the appendage, and him, for having never been touched in that manner. He shuddered as she began to slowly stroke him, making the appendage grow underneath her fingertips.

“I-I like this,” he groaned in admission, his eyes fluttering closed as he wasn’t able to focus on both kissing her and the sensations that were all too new to him. His forehead braced against her own as he shuddered, “I-please. Whatever you are doing…Please don’t stop, Genevieve.”

When he opened his eyes, he was met with her own lust blown pupils, her hands now picking up a pace as one reached a little lower and began to massage his balls. He gripped the sides of the tub, the copper giving way under his grip as he created indentations in the metal.

“You like that,” she whispered softly. Nick nodded, swallowing hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched her focus on him. Sensing how he was reacting, she slowed her ministrations, which caused him to shiver as her thumb swiped over his swollen head, “is this your first time, Nick?”

He nodded, embarrassed to admit it to her, “Y-yes.”

She smiled softly at him, her lips meeting his once more as she pulled herself closer to his frame. She lifted herself up slightly until she was hovering over him. Nick watched her, feeling as though he could hear the blood rushing through his veins. Even the mostly silent bathroom felt too loud to him as he focused on her.

He took a sharp breath in as she hovered over his erection, her hand guiding his cock in a way that his tip was teasingly circling her entrance, “G-Genevieve.”

“Do you know what this is?” He shook his head, unsure of what she was asking him, but not entirely caring as the feelings that came over him were overwhelming all of his senses. She rubbed her entrance along the tip of his cock again and he shuddered, “this is called foreplay…but I don’t want to just do this…I want more. Would you like more with me, Nick? Would you like to have sex with me, Nick?”

His throat went dry as he nodded dumbly, and she slowly began to lower herself onto his massive length. Her lips parted slightly as his cock pushed into her. Feeling the tight, warm channel, his hips bucked, wanting to be completely wrapped up in it. Her thighs clenched tightly as she looked at him. A blush rose onto his cheeks again, “I-I’m sorry. I don’t kn-“

“Let me show you,” she offered. While one hand stayed on his cock to help guide him into her, the other held his hips, “don’t move…I-you’re very big and I don’t want you to hurt me…so don’t move until I say so, okay?”

He nodded quickly, “O-oh…okay.”

She smiled once more as she pulled him into another kiss, whilst sinking down onto his length.

The golden, glittering glow of the door stopped Cara from leaving. The pixie’s eyes went wide as she realized what was going on.

“Trap,” Ouli whispered, backing away from her, “Cara…”

“Ouli, don’t leave me here,” Cara pled, “please…help me.”

Sensing the magic of the king of the fae, she ran into the woods. Ouli felt truly saddened as the screams began to fade away; screams begging her to come back. But she knew that she couldn’t, the sadness that enveloped her reminding her that she was quickly separating herself from the last of the other maidens.

Stopping, she looked up, hoping to get a glimpse of the stars so that she’d be able to tell just how far away from the mountainous realm that she was, but she had no such luck. The trees in this part of the forest were so thick and dense she wasn’t even sure that she’d be able to fly through it all, let alone see the moon and stars.

Ouli’s slip was completely shredded as what was left of it caught on some branches. With a shriek, and thinking that it was one of the immortals, she turned to fight them off, only to be tripped up by a root that was sticking up out of the ground.

She looked up from her spot in the dirt, horrified of the scenery around her. It felt so ominous. Everything made her feel scared. She felt it was like the scene from her nightmare as she scurried onto her but. Her eyes wildly looked around for the haunting silver eyes and Cheshire cat grin.

Her heart raced as she scurried to her feet. Looking up once more, she whimpered, still not able to see the moon or any stars because of the thick underbrush of the trees.

All the while, the immortal that had been tracking her felt a dizzying high. The pixie was so frightened he felt like man who had been given some sort of narcotic. He was salivating over the fear, tracking the creature through the woods, allowing her emotions to grow, and essentially feed his needs.

Which in turn was making his natural aura larger and seem more intimidating, the shadows bigger, the branches more wiry as he closed in on her. And he heard her shriek, her eyes searching wildly through the shadows.

And while from far enough away he would admit she was beautiful, up close, his heart felt like it was about to beat right out of his chest at every little bit of her beauty. She was such a thrum of lively energy that it was sending his nerves into overdrive.

She was like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart, all while her beauty was enough to send him into cardiac arrest. And her petite, naked form. He groaned at the sight of her. Her wings glittered under what little light he’d allowed to come through and she began to shrink, her magic making glitter fall beneath her.

Ouli screamed as she felt trapped. Her hands immediately going around the small golden bars that were placed too close for her to be able to slide through. With wide, scared eyes she looked up to her captor and gasped.

He’d had the same haunting silver eyes from her nightmare.

Her breathing went ragged, and as she tried to force herself to remember how to breathe, the only thing that came to mind was the blood pulsing through her head. Everything felt too close together. Too dark.

Jefferson watched as the poor pixie had a panic attack upon seeing him. Her wings stopped fluttering as quick as her breathing became shallow. She pushed herself up against one of the edges of the gilded cage he held her in and she put a dainty hand to her stomach as she tried to regulate her breathing, but nothing worked. The wings fluttered slowly, and she collapsed to the bottom of the cage, her eyes closing as she fainted.

Chapter 8

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Jakten, Chapter 5

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Warnings: mentions of war, torture, blood/bite marks, mentions of murder.

The black eyes.

Teeth as sharp as razors.

As Bucky felt himself losing consciousness, he wondered if this was how he was going to be taken out. By a western tides maiden during Jakten He’d managed to survive almost a thousand years, and this was going to be his end…a siren. With a few heavy breaths he watched as her deep eyes peered over the ledge at him. Gone were the demonic features that usually appeared after she took a victim.

She was an image of beauty once more.

He blinked and she was pulling herself out of the water. Bucky pushed himself back up against the tree he leaned on, as if that would stop her progression. As if that would somehow make her pause, but she continued on towards him.

He blinked again and she was gliding towards him. An image of beauty. One that he swore he could fall in love with. Had she not just tried to murder him. But in all fairness, he had planned on draining her, so he couldn’t be particularly upset with her tactics.

He blinked once more and she was suddenly in front of him, crouched. Her delicate hands reached out to touch his face as he tried to push them away.

“You tried to kill me, vampire.”

“I-“

“Don’t waste your breath,” she muttered softly, “do you know what a siren does when they kill? The little details that we don’t tell others?”

Bucky shook his head in a daze. “No.”

“We feed on their memories,” she replied sweetly, brushing some of the wet hair from Bucky’s face. She pushed it behind his ear, and she brushed her nose against his delicately, “we make love to them, and we feed on them. Their life force. Their essence. All of them. The term, life flashing before your eyes…it originated from us. Are you ready to figure out what lies at the end of the road, immortal one?”

She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her silken lips on his. And everything faded to black.

“STOP!” The redheaded girl wailed, “please. STOP!”

Bucky ran as fast as his lithe form would take him through the forest. His quiver and bow rested on his back as he ran towards his friends screaming voice. He felt anxiety in the pit of his stomach as he wondered why he only heard Natasha. Where was Steve?

Surely, his human companion would be fighting whatever was in the village, but he should be able to hear Steve. He was an accomplished swordsman and sorcerer after all. But when he reached the edge of the village his heart nearly stopped. Most of the men were dead, and as he neared Natasha and Steve’s home, he saw Steve. His lifeless blue/green eyes staring towards the door.

It was as though he knew in his last moments that Bucky would somehow find him, and he wanted to point him in the direction of his most treasured possessions, his wife and two infant children.

“Natasha?”

His voice echoed in the eerie quiet of the normally joyful home. Bucky’s heart hurt just thinking of how he knew it would never be the same, his best mortal friend slain at it’s entrance.

“Natasha!”

Bucky scoured the rooms. Just as he was to reach for the bedroom door, a shock went through his lower spine, paralyzing him. As he fell backwards, he heard the noise on the other side of the door, letting him know that Natasha was safe. The blue glow from the door evidence enough as it interacted with the green magic that wrapped around him.

Steve’s final act was putting a protection spell over his wife and children.

But that wasn’t what had gotten him. No, the green magic was not Steve’s.

“He’s not a villager here,” a new voice began. Bucky’s eyes fell away from the door, and while he couldn’t move his head, in his peripherals, he could see dark cloaks. The smell of sage and teakwood burned through his nostrils. He knew that smell anywhere, and ever since he was a young elf, he’d been warned to stay away from it, “but he is friends with the Rogers…I’ve seen him on the forest’s edge.”

Witches.

“Friend you say??” another voice asked, “Jawvin, bring the dark elf. We may be able to use him to break Rogers’ spell. His wife won’t come out. She knows it’s her only protection now that he’s dead.”

An orc appeared before him, wrapping his arms in a cord, and then doing the same to his feet. Bucky swallowed. When had orcs ever been willing to help witches? Bucky was dragged by his feet out of his friend’s home. Over Steve’s barely cold body. And down along the town square. His own eyes met his fallen friends when they pulled him over Steve, causing his head to turn, and Bucky’s own body to twist so he was being dragged on his stomach instead of his back. He watched Steve’s dead eyes, wondering if that would be his fate soon enough.

He prayed that it wouldn’t.

Aexie pulled away from the vampire’s resting form. Right about now would be when a siren would dip back into their victim’s form, either snapping their neck or ripping out their throats, then bathing in their blood, but there was something about him. Something that tore at her, not allowing her to finish what she’d started.

She took a minute just staring at his form. He’d looked very different now than how he did in his memory. Her eyes were wide as she backed away just enough to look into his dazed steely eyes. She cupped his face in her hands, “What are you?”

“What?” he asked softly, opening his eyes. He was slurring his words as though he was drunk, “you didn’t think a vampire was a natural creature…did you?”

“Y-you were a dark elf from the forest,” she replied nervously, scanning his features. That’s when she noticed the point to his ears, the pallor wasn’t that of a vampire. It was from a dark elf from the forest, “b-but how?”

“You-you’re beautiful, little siren,” he whispered, reaching out to her. She swatted his hand away, but he continued to try to reach her in his dazed stupor, “you are so beautiful. I wish I could keep you forever, little siren.”

She snapped her fingers, drawing his attention back to her. His eyes snapped to her hand. Then to her face. She grabbed his jaw, holding him there, “how did you become a vampire?”

“They broke Steve’s spell,” he said pitifully. His face twisted into one that looked like he was in pain as he seemed to be thinking back on the day, “because they took the purity that was left from me. From our relationship…and instead of killing me, it gave me all the bad. It broke the spell, but it gave me the poison that was hidden within it. It damned my soul.”

She sighed. Aexie leaned forward and used her magic to clear the wound she’d created. Then on her hands and knees she backed away from the immortal vampire. Slowly, she began making her way back to the water. She couldn’t kill him.

He wasn’t truly a damned soul. It wasn’t his burden that he should have had to bear. He was forced into it.

As she wiped the blood from her mouth, she got other small images. When he was a young elf and he’d been captured by humans. He’d been beaten and whipped. Steve was but a child, but he helped him escape. She saw as he watched his best friend find Natasha, and the two of them became a trio. Three musketeers, getting into trouble in the forest. Learning how to hunt from Bucky. Steve teaching them how to use swords. Natasha showing them both how to make food. The three of them beneath the stars.

Her heart broke for him.

“Thought you were going to kill me, little siren,” he whimpered from his spot at the tree. His eyes kept trying to focus on her, but he couldn’t. He was still far too weak, “aren’t you going to end my damnation?”

“Death doesn’t deserve you, vampire,” she whispered calmly, slinking back into the water, “I think I’d much rather prefer to play with you myself.”

“Is that so, siren?”

“Aexie,” she replied, disappearing into the water, “we’re past our designations now, Bucky. You may call me by my name, as I shall call you by yours.”

A phoenix.

Lee’s adrenaline went into overtime as he chased her. He could see the trails of fire she’d left when she’d gotten too close to a tree or the ground. And while he wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose, he didn’t necessarily care. Just seeing the singed nature was good enough proof that he wasn’t wrong. That there really was a treasure amongst the Jakten maidens. And he was going to get her. His bear was bounding after her, loudly roaring through the forest.

He could feel her scent was still fresh around him as his large paws dug into the dirt and mud of the forest floor. And it was driving him wild. And then the streaks of fire stopped. The singed trees and bushes were no more. The torn-up ground was perfect.

Lee’s paws skittered around on the forest floor as he tried to stop his frame on a dime and smell for her. But he couldn’t smell her any longer. Her scent was hidden again. Lee shifted and looked to the sky. There was some fire along the branches. He shifted back to his human form and punched at a nearby tree, his claws coming out and slashing wildly at the bark.

“FUCK!”

He growled, knowing that meant that she got tired of playing with him and had flown above the tree line.

“Looking for someone?”

Lee’s eyes shot to another tree that was near him. Sitting, perched in it was Caihong. Lee’s eye’s lit up. She was beautiful.

And naked. The only thing covering her was her bright red hair and dirt that she’d rubbed on herself to disguise her scent. Lee licked his lips as he stared at the beautiful woman above him. His breath hitched.

“You’re the phoenix.”

“And you’re the protector of the shifters,” she commented boldly, looking down at the werebear, “king of the bears.”

“You can call me Alpha Lee.”

“I want to strike a deal for safe passage.”

“You’re a phoenix,” he pointed out with a smirk. He licked his lips once more, “I think you know that there isn’t a deal that you can make for safe passage…I very much plan on keeping you, phoenix. I’m sure that you know just how rare you are.”

“My name is Caihong, and the deal is not for me.”

Lee’s brow raised, “the ones that you were with? You want to strike a deal for them?”

She nodded, “a human…her name is Cara. And a pixie by the name of Ouli.”

“You live up to your kind’s personality traits,” Lee chuckled softly, “it’s most admirable that hasn’t been bred out of the phoenix line.”

She shrugged, “do we have a deal?”

“I can promise the safety of the human,” Lee admitted shortly, “but I cannot promise the pixie’s safety.”

Her brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“The human is from a line that was protected by the golem,” he told her openly, “if you come down I could tell you all about it. I could probably even take you to her, assuming that the other two have found her by now.”

“The other two?”

“If you come down, I promise to tell you all about them, my sweet phoenix.”

She quirked her brow at him and looked him over. He was an attractive bear of a man. And while she had been perched above him in the trees, she knew that he was probably at least six foot four. His naked form was large and stocky. And while it was common for shifters to often walk around nude, she found herself blushing when she passed the soft roundness in his belly, as a large appendage swung between his legs when he moved.

“Eyes are up here, sweetheart,” he chuckled, leaning back against a tree opposite her, allowing her a new angle that made him seem even bigger. She averted her gaze and he chuckled more to himself, “aww, what, don’t go bein shy on me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t trust you, Lee.”

“Alpha Lee.”

“I don’t trust you, Lee,” she repeated firmly, finally managing to look back to the king of the shifters. Lee noticed her wings come out as she partially shifted, “you say that the human is already protected?”

“Nick, the golem was in charge of her family’s line. He’s already negotiated with us for her safety,” Lee said quickly, giving her the information that she wanted in hopes that it would help her opinion of him and allow her to trust him. He knew that if she flew away, there was little chance of any of them really capturing her, “will you please come down? I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. I promise.”

“No.”

Lee’s brows furrowed, “No?”

“No,” she smiled, crossing her arms, “I said that I want the safety of the pixie and the human. I know how valuable I am…and I know that you know that too.”

Lee’s jaw clenched. She was right. Phoenix shifters were beyond valuable. He couldn’t remember offhand when he’d seen one past the time when they were rounded up and used for personal gain. But he did know that in the modern day, phoenix shifters were often spoiled by anyone that came across them, and they were now viewed as a good luck symbol.

“I can’t promise that. I have no way of getting ahold of the others…”

“Well then, you better work on it, Lee. Because you won’t see me come down until you do.”

And before he could argue she shifted and shot into the air, leaving Lee at a loss for words.

Ouli felt chilled to the bone as she ran. The forest was dark, and she didn’t know where she was going. But as she looked to the stars, she noticed that Cara wasn’t near her. Her eyes went wide and, in a panic, she looked around, searching. Her wings came out and glittered under the moon so that she could try to get more lighting to see the human.

But she was nowhere to be found.

Her nervousness reached a fever pitch as she turned in a circle.

They’d already lost the vampire. And the siren. And the phoenix. She’d promised her that she’d lead the human to the mountains. To freedom.

“CARA!”

Her voice echoed through the forest. A light wind breezed through her wings, and she felt the fear send a shiver up her spine as it only grew. There was no one with her. She was alone. Cara was alone.

Her breathing got heavier as she started running. She didn’t even know the direction that she was headed in, and it almost didn’t seem to matter anymore. For as scared as she was, the only thing that seemed worse than being alone was the eerie and empty woods around her.

Ouli had never been fearful of forests before. She was a pixie. Her people loved the forest. But as she continued to run, the trees seemed much more imposing. Their branches losing their leaves as the wood twisted and turned, shifting into dark shadows that chased her.

And before she knew it, she’d tripped over a root. She went face first into the dirt. Scrambling up, she flipped, wanting to scream. But her voice had left her. Another shiver went up Ouli’s spine, sending goosebumps up and down her arms as she skittered back against a tree, a set of haunting silver eyes appearing in the darkness across from her.

A Cheshire grin appearing moments after as the scream finally managed to tear itself from her throat.

“OULI!”

Ouli shot off of Cara’s shoulder, her tiny form shaking as she spun in circles, looking for the silver eyes and smile that shook her to her core. Cara tried to grasp at the small pixie as she shot around her, but she was too slow. It only took a matter of seconds until she was covered in pixie dust and sneezing up a storm as she tried to calm the terrified little pixie down

“OULI. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

Ouli only stopped moving when she turned once more and was met with Cara. She grew until she was the size comparable to Cara, and fell into her arms, sobbing, “Cara…Cara safe. Lost. Lost Cara.”

“You didn’t lose me. It was only a bad dream, I promise,” she cooed, brushing away the curls from the scared pixie’s face, “w-we’re okay…I found a castle.”

Cara turned her around so that she could see the castle hidden from the dark of the rest of the forest. She looked to the stars. They were North enough that it definitely wasn’t the human’s protector…but she could sense the magic. She knew that it belonged to the king of the fae. She knew who’s castle it was.

“We can stay here for a while,” she assured her, “they’ll probably still be searching out in the forest…”

“Cara…not safe.”

“We will be…just for a few seconds,” Cara begged, pulling the pixie along with her to Lance’s castle, “maybe there is something we can eat or take with us that will help.”

“No…no Cara.”

“Ouli…please.”

The pixie looked nervously at the human, unsure on how to tell her what exactly owned the castle. She sighed, allowing Cara to pull her along until they passed through the doors of Lance’s castle.

What they didn’t know was that, both Lance and Jefferson were both watching them eagerly in the forest, having tracked them from Ouli’s nightmare.

“This is almost too easy,” Lance commented, slapping Jefferson on the shoulder, “once she takes something, she’ll be mine…and then the little pixie is all yours…you know…unless he takes something too.”

Jefferson sneered at the fae, “my little pixie won’t take anything, don’t you worry. She’s too smart to fall for one of your traps.”

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Jakten, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of death/murder, body insecurities, mentions of drinking blood, violence.

“I am laying claim upon the maiden from the land of the damned.” Nick said in a low voice as he passed through the camp that the five of the immortals had set up as their ‘base of operations.’ They noticed the maiden hanging limply from over his shoulder as though she were a sack of potatoes. Bucky, sensing she was a vampire, stared at the golem, “What is it, Bucky?”

He said nothing, but rather, the king of the fae was the one to speak up, “Is she even still alive?”

Nick glared at Lance, who smiled cheekily at him from his spot amongst the fire, “puny fae. I would not kill her. Not when she sacrificed herself so willingly.”

“She sacrificed herself?”

This piqued the fae’s interests. It wasn’t normal for a vampire to be in the forest during Jakten, and their kind was not known for their particular ‘generosity’ of other’s lives.

“Since when did you go for the easy kill?” Bucky scoffed trying to make it seem as though he didn’t care. The golem didn’t respond, and Bucky began narrowing his eyes at him as his own interest piqued, “why my district? You usually you go for the shifter blood!”

“Switch,” Nick shrugged, not really caring to be part of the conversation any further, “you like water folk. Lee? You care?”

Anyone good this Jakten?” Lee asked cheerfully, happy at the chance to be included where the others normally just ignored him once the real fun started. Lance rolled his eyes at the were-bear.

“Do you ever think of anything other than eating?”

“Who said I was asking which ones were available to eat?”

“You’re always eating, shifter!”

“The human from the capital,” Nick replied in a gruff voice, “she is not for eating. She is under my protection. Her line. From centuries ago.”

“I thought you said that line died out.”

“Guess not.”

This time it was Lee that narrowed his eyes at the golem. He walked over to him and patted his firm chest, “sure you don’t just feel something for the girl from the capital? Getting soft as the clay you were molded from, golem?”

“Not soft. You soft” he growled, turning around and slapping the well-fed bear’s stomach with the back of his hand, “under protection. If you don’t claim her, let go. Or I will kill you. Will not fail the line now. Not again.”

“And if one of us decides to claim her?” the fae smiled, the fire seemingly catching some of his features and making them appear more sinister, “would they gain any…favors?”

“No death from me,” he grunted in response, before turning on his heel, “Must drop little vampire to room before she wakes.”

Everyone looked at Bucky curiously.

“What? I usually take his tribute from the waters,” he said with a shrug, “though I am very surprised that they’ve put a vampire in this year. That, in itself is a curiosity to me.”

Nick huffed, “I will not harm. She-she has the pain I need to take away. Want. Want for keep.”

“Nick you’ve existed for centuries,” Jefferson chuckled, pushing himself from a tree by the edge. He brushed the dirt off of the elegant looking hunting jacket as he stepped forward towards the rest of the men, “stop acting like a caveman every Jakten. For god’s sake.”

“Come on, you mad hatter, the clay man here can’t help it,” Lance laughed licking his lips excitedly, “it’s the hormones from the maidens. It turns the art project soft because all the blood rushes somewhere else.”

“I could kill you, faerie boy.”

“Faerie king,” he smirked, putting his charming grin back on his face as he stood, “but you won’t. Because I’m going to help you out, you ugly little ogre. I’m going to lay claim to your little human. And I’ll make sure that your meaningless little life has a line to defend once more. Who will the rest of you go for?”

“The western tide maiden. She is mine, as always,” Bucky said calmly. It was normal for the vampire to go after the western tide maiden. Unlike a majority of his spawn, Bucky was immune to the lethal blood of a mermaid and would get drunk off of the blood of a siren or a water nymph, “they have the sweetest blood. By now she should be close to the water, that is if she has the common sense to go towards it rather than wither away. I’m off to hunt on my own, dear friends.”

And with that, the vampire departed from the group of men, leaving Nick with his own prize, and Lance, Lee, and Jefferson standing by the camp.

“I sense great fear in one of them,” Jefferson said shortly as he pulled out a knife to clean. And though he tried to sound calm and unimpressed the other men noted the excitement in his voice, “I shall claim that one.”

“I don’t smell the shifter,” Lee admitted, an air of excitement in his own tone. If the others hadn’t known better they would have guessed he was a wolf with how devious his features looked, and how his eyes held the slightest of a silvery glow as he was becoming feral with the prospect of a good hunt on his hands, “which means that she has already hid her scent.”

“This is shaping up to be a fun Jakten, boys,” Lance grinned, clapping his friends on the back, “now…how will we track them?”

“I’m ready to run,” Lee chuckled, unbuttoning his dark tunic. He pulled it off and held it in his hands, ready for the action. The men rolled their eyes at the bear. That was always his first response. To snack or to run through the forest for a snack, “What?”

“Do you ever use your brain instead of your instinct?” Lance asked as Lee’s shirt hit the floor, “you know, for as much snacking as you do, I’m surprised there are any creatures still left in the forest.”

Lee glared at the fae king as Jefferson eyed the round of his belly, “do you ever have a nice word to say?”

“Not to you,” he smirked, looking back to him, “you know what…maybe you should run…run the excess weight off before your snack sees you looking less like a bear and more like a whale out of water.”

Lee bared his canines at the fae and he chuckled. Jefferson rolled his eyes at the normal exchange between the magical being and the shifter. Lance, if nothing else, was always sure to poke fun at anyone that gave him the opportunity. Jefferson walked over to the bench and sat on it, his gaze fixating on the fire as he tried to focus on pulling out the fear, “I’m going to wait until they fall asleep to start tracking mine…I can sense the exhaustion in the forest. The air is just as thick with it as it is the fear.”

“Do you taste the exhaustion in the air, golem?” the fae asked teasingly, “or can you only taste clay right now, since your blood is running elsewhere?”

Nick growled at the faerie, “I’m done with the hunt. You men enjoy your Jakten. And remember, Tucker, if you harm my human, I will slit the magic from your throat and enjoy watching every second of it fading back into the forest floor...and then there will be only four protectors.”

And with that, he continued to the edge of the camp, and towards his castle, which wasn’t far away. By the time he’d arrived, she was starting to shift in his arms. Moving quickly, he placed her down in the holding cell where the previous women he would capture had been kept if he decided not to eat them immediately. The area was dark, but would provide her a comfortable atmosphere to wake up in. The fixtures like the bed and nightstand were all bolted down to ensure they couldn’t be moved or used against him.

As he tucked her into the bed, she shifted once more, letting go a small whimper. Nick felt his heart soften at the pain she was pushing out from herself. While he was a golem, he was able to feed off of whatever his master had told him. And unfortunately, the last command before they had perished was to destroy until there was nothing left, as he was dying. As his line was dying. So, for centuries, he fed off of the pain. Jakten, combined with the straggling line of lost travelers had managed to keep him satiated.

And with her…he felt so much. It was almost dizzying to him, like someone had slipped him too many drinks.

“We can’t just leave her, Aexie.”

“I need to get to water,” she growled in response as she turned towards the rest of the women. Her patience had faded along with the moisture in her skin. It had begun to dry out, and while she still looked damp, they all knew that she would not last much longer, “the lot of you can do what you wish…but I must look out for myself first, as the phoenix has refused to revitalize me.”

“If I do, then he’ll be aware of me,” Caihong sighed, tears coming to her eyes, “I’m sorry…but both the vampire and were-bear are still out here, and we know that they’ve got advanced senses of smell and hearing. The man of the shadows and the fae would be the fastest to find us once we are made aware. If they are hunting together as we are hiding together, than I would be a beacon to them, and we’ll all be dead before we made it anywhere.”

“Ouli…show us where Genevieve is.”

“Floosh!” she replied firmly as she pointed ahead. She was trying to help Aexie, even though she knew she would only be able to help as much as leading her to the water. When Cara tried to get her to stop, she shook her head and tried to Pull on Cara’s arm to lead her where they had originally planned to go.

But Cara shook her head, “no. No Floosh. Vampire.”

To drive the point home, she put her hands in front of her, pointing her index fingers out and opening her mouth so she looked like a vampire ready to attack. Ouli squeaked and hid behind Caihong, obviously afraid of the gesture. Aexie gave her a look, “good job, Cara.”

“You scared her!” Caihong accused. She frowned at Cara and the two glared at one another. But she broke it when she heard a fast, flittering noise behind her. Fearing the worst, she turned. When Caihong turned around Ouli had gone down to her small pixie stature and was flitting at shoulder height to her.

“I’m sorry Ouli,” Cara said nervously, biting her lip. She took a few steps forward until Ouli was floating in front of her face, “I didn’t mean to scare you. See. It’s me. I-we need to find Genevieve.”

“We NEEDto get to the water.”

“You go get your water then,” Cara growled to the upset siren, “if Genevieve really did help us get away from one of the five then we should help her too…”

“She’s probably dead! If she made a deal with the little pixie to help us, why would I dishonor that? I mean do you think that she would do it for you if you had made the deal instead of her?” Aexie growled at her, pushing past the human, “you are all idiots. You can go and do whatever you want, but if I don’t worry about me, then I’ll be dead! And I care more about me surviving than I do about her.”

“Fine! Run away then!” Ouli grabbed at Cara’s hand again trying to pull her along with Aexie in her much smaller form, but she held firm, and she shook her head, “Ouli…please.”

The little pixie huffed, then began to pull her in a separate direction. Little trails of glitter fell from her shiny wings as she continued on. But with a brush of twigs, she shot into the air and began to survey what she could of the forest. Caihong and Cara looked up to see her coming down and smiling happily at them.

“Safe?”

The pixie nodded, continuing on ahead.

The women were as quiet as they could be and had searched the hallway for the keys, but it was for naught. Genevieve had been locked in the cage, with Nick tending to the deep scratch marks that she’d managed to carve into his skin further down the hall in another room.

“Please, take me with you…you have to take me with you!” Genevieve begged as Cara, Caihong, and Ouli looked at the heavy iron door that separated them. A noise was heard down the large hall and her eyes went wide, “Please…quickly. He’s a golem. He’ll kill me. He’ll eat me. I-I don’t want to die. Please!”

Cara’s eyes went wide, and she backed up. The breath caught in her throat, “a golem?”

“What is a golem?” Caihong asked.

“A golem is a magical creature, created from a powerful spell,” Cara whimpered, eyes still wide as she looked at the hallway. She saw the light flicker, proving that he was actively moving not too far away from them, “they are created by those who seek protection or destruction…M-my village was nearly destroyed by one centuries ago…they were banned. Anyone caught creating one is punishable by death. W-we have to go. We can’t stay here. ”

“Well, I’m not trying to create one,” Genevieve hissed, hands coming in contact with the bars, only for her to retract them just as quickly. She looked at them nervously. She was scared as her voice wavered, “shit he’s thought of everything…holy water is on them…please. Get me out of here. Please Ouli! Cara? Caihong?”

Cara’s eyes drifted back down the hall where the shadows in the lit room showed that he was coming towards them, “I’m sorry! W-we have to go. I can’t get you out, Genevieve. I’m not strong enough to move the bars on my own. I need the key.”

The vampire looked to the pixie, her eyes looking worriedly at her, “Ouli….”

Ouli’s eyes flickered to the boarded-up window in the high corner, “free.”

And with a quick blink of her eyes, the boards dropped from their spots and there were no bars over the windows. She gave her a thankful look and muttered that she would meet them outside.

The three girls looked hurriedly back to the vampire before quickly ascending the staircase. Caihong was the last one up the stairs, but gave her a sympathetic look, “follow the north star. The magical beings will sense when we get close and help us, despite the five.”

Genevieve nodded, and she was gone. With the clamouring getting closer to her cell, she ran for the high placed window. While it wasn’t them opening the door, she understood that pixie magic could only do so much. She, nor Caihong could break through iron, and she was grateful for the assistance.

Until she heard the iron door slam open, and his hand enclose around her ankle. Genevieve felt her body stiffen as the rigid, long grass and soft mud work itself beneath her fingertips as he used his strength to pull her back into the room.

“NO. NO! LET ME GO!”

“You’re mine little vampire!” he claimed, throwing his arms around her waist, and throwing her over his shoulder. She twisted and fought, punching, and kicking as hard as she could, but to no avail. The golem had her in his clutches. And it was clear that he wasn’t letting go of her.

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Jakten, Chapter 10

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Warnings: angst, hidden feelings, mentions of blood/torture, floof, implied smut.

“I’m busy, fae,” Nick sneered, seeing the king of the faeries on his doorstep. But upon further inspection he noticed that he seemed to be in distress. His heart raced as he realized that Cara was not with him, “Where is she?”

“Safe,” the faerie said firmly. He looked uncomfortable as he looked around the forest that surrounded the golem’s home, “are you going to make me stand out here, or are you going to invite me in?”

“We’re busy,” the vampiress said from behind him. Nick shifted slightly and Genevieve appeared to be covered in dirt and blood, “whatever you want should wait.”

She glared at the fae as she began closing the door so that they could continue their torture of Ransom.

“It can’t. I-I need to talk to someone about Cara.” Genevieve stopped closing the door at the mention of Cara.

“Is she okay?”

“Yes…but-will you both please let me in? I don’t want the whole forest knowing of my predicament,” the fae pled, “please?”

“Fine,” Genevieve growled, moving away from the door. Nick put his hand on the small of her back and she gave him a soft look, “but the second you offend either of us you are out. I’m not going to let you bully Nick.”

Nick chuckled, pressing a firm kiss to the top of her head, “my sweet, if we kicked him out for every time he offended us, he’d never be in the house.”

“I’m in love with her.”

The two stopped their playful banter and looked to the nervous immortal, “what did you say?”

Lance licked his lips and shook his head, “d-don’t make me say it again, Nick.”

“Oh no,” Nick said with a smug grin, “I really think you should say it again.”

He frowned, “I-I don’t believe that it’s necessary.”

“There’s the door, Lance.”

He looked at it wistfully, “why are you two doing this to me?”

“Because watching you squirm is fun.”

Lance looked to the vampire and then to Nick, “please?”

“Oh, I’m agreeing with her,” Nick smiled, “say it again, Tucker.”

A low growl rose from his throat, before he gave a defeated sigh, falling onto the last step at the base of the entryway. He looked up at the couple and braced his hand on his knee, “I’m in love with the human, okay? I’m in love with her, but I fucked it all up and I don’t know what to do.”

Nick took a step forward, “what do you mean you fucked it up?”

“I fucked one of my maidens, and I called Cara a business transaction,” he grumbled. When Nick frowned, he was quick to defend himself, “she could have said she cared about me first. I-I asked her. But she’s so god damned stubborn.”

“Hmmm, you don’t say,” Genevieve said sarcastically, “I know someone just like that.”

Lance glared at her, realizing that she was referring to him in that manner, “that’s rude to insinuate things.”

“It’s a fact, Lance,” Nick replied, looking to the other immortal, “why are you saying that you fucked it up?”

“S-she said she wants to leave.”

“When has that stopped you before?”

Lance glared at Genevieve, but turned his attention back to Nick, “I know you know what it’s like to feel like you’re powerless to someone else’s control. Letting her in…I-it makes me feel like that. And for the first time, I’m inclined to let her request be fulfilled…I-I don’t want her to just think of me as nothing more than a misery to her. I-I don’t want to drag her down…and I feel like if I keep her…I will…but if I let her go…if I take her to the gates and deposit her there before the last cannon tomorrow evening…she’ll shower her in treasures, Nick. She’ll be able to have a life. She’ll be able to be happy. The humans…they have a saying…if you love something let it go…right?”

Nick frowned, but nodded in agreement, “they do…are you sure it’s what she wants, Lance?”

“I think so…” he frowned, tears pricking at his eyes. He looked to the man he’d viewed as nothing more than a pawn just a few days ago. But looking at him now, he felt a weird camaraderie with him, “I-thank you, Nick.”

“Good luck, Lance,” Genevieve commented sadly as the fae rose back to his feet. He gave her a sad smile as he wiped away some of the tears from his eyes, “I’m sorry we couldn’t help…”

“You did…thank you…”

Lee felt his heart racing in his chest as he watched her continuing on with cleaning up the chambers they’d shared.

“Stop staring at me, Lee.”

The bear grumbled, but padded into the room, “how did you know?”

“Your scent, silly,” she laughed softly. He closed the gap between the two of them and wrapped his arms around her waist, ceasing her ministrations. She looked at him over her shoulder. When she noticed that he wasn’t his normal chipper self, her brow furrowed, “What’s wrong? You’re upset!”

“Jakten is almost over.”

“We should throw a party then, to celebrate,” she offered sweetly, pressing her lips to what little part of his jaw that she could reach, “when’s the last time any of you men actually celebrated?”

Lee looked at her with his brow furrowing now, “y-you want to stay with me?”

She turned in his arms, admiring the bear of a man. Her hand stroked his face and she sighed, “well my place isn’t with them…now is it? If you don’t want me to sta-“

“I do!”

She smiled, “you didn’t even let me finish the question.”

“And you don’t have to finish it,” he replied honestly, “if you have any doubt in your mind about how I feel about you, please, allow me the time to fix it.”

Before she could ask what he meant, Lee had lowered the both of them onto his bed. She giggled as Lee pressed his lips to her face, peppering her with kisses.

“Lee, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to make love to you if you allow it,” he said softly, pulling away from her just enough so that he could look into her eyes, “I want you to stay, Caihong. And I want you to stay with me. As my mate. As my equal.”

Caihong felt her eyes watering, “you really want me?”

“I would gladly trade my immortality for every day with you in my arms,” he admitted, “but I want that to be what you want out of life. I will not force you to stay here with me if you do not want to do such.”

“You’re not forcing me to do anything Lee,” she whispered softly, pulling him back towards her lips. He smiled, whimpering into the kiss as he felt her arms slide around his neck, “I love you, Lee. I know that it sounds crazy, but it’s true.”

“It’s not crazy…I love you too, Caihong.”

“She’s not what your heart desires and you know it, James.” Bucky looked to Jefferson, knowing that the immortal was right. He gave a sigh as he looked out to the forest where Aexie had been darting, “she won’t even know she’s gone, James…just relinquish your claim on her.”

Bucky looked to perhaps what was his oldest friend amongst the immortals, “she doesn’t truly deserve to die, does she, Jefferson?”

“She tricked you,” he pointed out, reminding Bucky of the razor mark across his cheek. She’d grabbed one of his shaving razors and lashed out at him when he was going to bed. She’s swiped him across the cheek and then ran. And all Bucky had to do was think of Jefferson and he appeared like a ghost out of thin air. The two men were watching her from Bucky’s window, disappearing into the lush forest, “her fear is so thick, James. It’s like a runway pointing me where she’s going. She shouldn’t be able to escape with her life. Not with two attempts on your own.”

“Were you protecting me?” Bucky asked shortly, “You arrived much quicker than I thought you would.”

The little pixie popped up from the breast pocket of his vest, shyly waving to him, and he chuckled. Jefferson sighed, “Ouli was under the impression that Aexie would try to harm you again.”

Bucky looked to the pixie who was smiling happily at him, and to the lovesick boogeyman who was staring at her adoringly, “Jefferson?”

“Right,” he commented, “I-I would ask that you do watch Ouli for me, and keep her on you…I don’t trust Lance not to try and pull a power move, but I don’t want her seeing what I do…it’s…well, it would upset her.”

Ouli frowned, fluttering out of Jefferson’s pocket, before landing on his shoulder and pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek.

“Yes…I know…but I don’t want you having to see that side of me.”

Bucky raised his brow, “are you…communicating with her?”

“She has a lot to say,” Jefferson said with a shrug, “but she’s learning…soon you’ll be able to speak to her like I can…isn’t that right my little sugar plum?”

She glared at him playfully and Jefferson laughed. Bucky raised a brow and he shook his head, “that’s her nickname…she hates it because I’m calling her a faerie when she’s clearly a pixie…”

“Yeah…”Bucky laughed awkwardly, not getting the joke at all.

“Yes he does,” Jefferson argued, when she looked at Bucky and quirked her brow at Jefferson, “James…tell her you get the joke…she-“

“I don’t get the joke, Jefferson.”

“He’s just one person,” Jefferson said defensively to the happy looking pixie, “he doesn’t count.”

“She doesn’t love you, you know.”

Jefferson froze and Aexie smiled, spitting out some blood.

“You know I’m right.”

“Ouli cares for me,” he grumbled, glaring at the siren, “not that it’s any of your business, because it’s not…but she wants to stay with me.”

“She’s clinging to you because you mean life,” she hissed, “that dumb little bitch wants to live and you’re her best chance of it, even if you have her locked away in some gilded cage. Convincing her that you aren’t the worst of them will only blind her for so long though. Once she realizes that you’re just as bad, she’ll run too. They’ll all run from all of them. I was just the smartest one so I realized it first.”

“Little tip, love…the smart ones don’t get caught.”

Chapter 11—The End

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