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royalfamilyhk · 10 months

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gild-ui · 6 days

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Simon Riley discovers his partner up late one night.

The room is dark yet next to him, in the corner of his eye, your face is lit by a tiny screen and the sounds of crashing waves fill the bedroom. You had obtained your child’s switch, it seems. Blasphemy if the kid found out.

“It’s called Animal Crossing.”

“Why d’they sound like that?”

“Because they’re villagers!”

He grunts at your response. Finds the garbled chatter of the “villagers” annoying as you play beside him in bed most nights.

Then, finds himself falling asleep to the soothing music and repetitive sounds erupting from the little console in your hands. The rapid tactile clicks as you try to hurry along the diagloue options. Your “methodical chaos” and your mini-you running through an island filled with trash, mismatched furniture, and way too many flowers, growing more and more by the day (much to your displeasure).

Then, he starts playing with you. Curiousity piqued as you two discover that splitting the red and blue controllers means you can both manage the chaos. Flowers trampled. Villagers whacked with nets until they stomp by you, furious due to some newcomer — Ghost, the resident imbecile with the skull face paint and a royal crown atop his head.

When he discovers that he can hit you with the net. It’s game over. You want to fish? Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. You see a bug you haven’t donated yet? Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Oops. He caught it by mistake. Whack. Whack.

You’re whining for him to stop and he simply levels you a deadpan as his massive fingers engulf the tiny controller, his thumb resting on the input key-

Whack.

He’s trampling flowers. Shaking the money from your precious trees. Enraging villagers. Placing random objects down on the ground in a manner that’s worse than you somehow. (“we need a workout set” “next to the bakery?!” “especially there”)

Chaos.

Yet, somehow, Simon Riley manages to attain five stars on your little island first.

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royalindianfurnitureaus · 2 years

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blackleatherjacketz · 7 months

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Frostbite

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Set before the events of Thor (2011). You’ve been having sex dreams about your friend Loki for weeks now. After your betrothal to another man, he gets jealous and lets you know he’s been having them, too.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Explicit Smut, Mature Content, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Sex Dreams, Sleep Walking, Dubious Consent, Confessions of Love/Lust, Asgard, Enchantment?, Kissing, Face-Grabbing, Groping, Possessive Loki, Jealousy, Loki Using His Frost Giant Powers To Go Down On You, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Bonus points if you catch my Hamilton reference.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Thank you to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for brainstorming this with me!

Read more Loki!

The crickets are well into their nocturnal symphony as the flames from the worn down torches illuminate the great hall. Their warm, amber glow radiates into the apertures and hallways that branch off from the main path, highlighting them just enough to guide your way. You can’t recall exactly what had awakened you from your slumber, or when you had left your chambers in the royal palace, but your feet somehow seem to know exactly where they’re taking you.

Just as one accepts an amount of false realities in their dreams, you can’t help but accept this blissfully hazy version of your friend graciously greeting you in his personal quarters. You’ve dreamt of him like this before; his face always a little blurry and the details a little bit fuzzy, but a few things about him remain the same. His scent as he draws you near, the flavor of his kiss and the way he cries out your name always seem to stick with you, haunting you well into your waking hours. These dreams have increased in frequency as time went on, eventually making it harder for you to look your beloved friend in the eye. You had almost resorted to ignoring him completely during your everyday life, anxiously awaiting your time together once you resigned again to the mansions of rest.

You can smell him again here and now as you walk in the twilight of consciousness, that deep crisp scent flooding your senses as his face slowly comes into focus, the sharp angles of his features more beautiful than ever in the wavering light of the torches.

Wait a minute, that’s never happened before.

“You’re really here.” His voice is clear and undistorted, yet softer than the one he puts on for Thor and Odin. This gentle timbre must be reserved only for you.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t…” You blink a few dozen times to try and focus your vision, squinting as you look around his bedroom to make sure that you are where you think you are. You can clearly see the ornate details carved into the furniture at your side, noting that none of the designs are shifting or blurring together like they often did in your slumber. “This isn’t a dream?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid.” He shakes his head blithely, a satisfied grin curling his lips upward as he approaches you.

“This time?” You ask, wondering how he could possibly know about the fantasies that kept you coated in a film of sweat beneath your covers at night. Has he been watching you? Reading your mind when you weren’t paying attention? Or is he merely toying with you like a cat would a mouse before biting into its neck?

“I’ve been having them, too, you know,” he starts, the deep collar of his nightshirt revealing a peek at his chest as he gets closer to you. “The dreams we dare not speak of.”

He knows. Your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach, tightening your insides as he stares at you expectantly. But wait a minute, did he just say…?

“I thought it was nothing more than a mere coincidence until you started to avoid me.” He touches a strand of hair that cascades down your shoulder, contrasting against the sheer material of your night dress that barely covers your naked form. “Until I noticed your cheeks flush scarlet at my gaze.”

You watch his eyes darken as they take you in, forcing those dreamlike feelings of longing to rush to the surface once more. That all too familiar moisture begins to pool between your thighs, triggered by the mere warmth of his touch as he slowly breathes in your scent.

“I don’t,” you try to protest, cheeks blushing again despite yourself as you try to find the right words, any words in fact, to defend your reaction. “I didn’t…”

“I wanted to see if it was more than just some misconstrued fantasy of mine,” he ignores your mindless bumbling, snaking his fingers through your locks up to the base of your neck. “And after tonight’s announcement, I knew I had to find out for myself.”

It’s all starting to make sense now, the sudden betrothal Odin had announced at dinner tonight had caught you both off guard, forcing you to glance up at each other in a shared, silent panic that you didn’t quite understand until now. You knew that this day was coming eventually, but you didn’t think it would be this soon; that a complete stranger would show up and derail your hidden feelings for your best friend whom you were secretly dreaming about for months now.

“I didn’t have any control over that,” you admit.

“I know that!” He spits, grabbing onto your face. His thumb and forefinger press your lips into a pucker as he all but picks you up and backs you up against the wall. A jealous shade of green flashes wildly in his eyes, nearly drowning out the icy blue in them entirely. “It’s maddening to think that he gets to taste you every night! Like he even knows how to please you, how to make you moan his name in every pitch on the scale after all that we’ve done together!”

All that you’ve done together? Your chest heaves as that twinge of jealousy turns to a dangerous hue of anger as he bares his teeth at you. “Loki, those were just dreams.”

“Were they?” His voice cracks for a split second as his lashes flutter against your cheek, his stifled breath hot on your lips as he holds you in place.

With your heart beating wildly against your rib cage, you recall the deeply manipulative nature of his powers, wondering just how coincidental these shared dreams actually were. Had he enchanted you into falling for him night after night, or were your romantic feelings there for him all along? As impossible as it is to say which came first, what you can tell Is how strong your feelings are for him right now, and what you can do about them in this moment.

You decide to close the gap between you by pressing your lips against his, feeling him willingly lean into your embrace as he loosens his grip on your face. All those dreams from all those nights have finally led up to this, his hands finally venturing down your shaking frame, surveying every curve of your body as he presses his against it. His fingers grasp at the linens of your dress, hurriedly pulling them up above your thighs as his tongue parts your hungry lips in order to taste in earnest what he’s been dreaming of for so long.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts you up, hoisting your hips onto his as he squeezes the muscles in your thighs to bring you even closer. He stumbles backwards with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands feeling their way up your backside as he fumbles against chairs and tables, desperately squeezing onto your cheeks. An ancient vase topples over in his attempt to guide both of you onto his bed, shattering into hundreds of pieces before he tosses you onto his bed with a force you hadn’t seen him use before.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says under his shortened breath, lifting up your skirts to needily massage your inner thighs. “For so long.”

“So have I.” The sight of him above you like this is absolutely unreal, the gravity of it not quite sinking into your brain as his fingers graze deftly over your needy center. In your dreams, this part always seemed to merge together with your inevitable climax, his groans mixing with yours in a cluster of images and sensations, the details never quite being laid out before you… until now.

A single strand of hair falls in front of his eyes as his fingers pass over the length of your swollen heat, taking their time to spread your lips apart as your hips instinctively roll toward him. He grins at your eagerness, dipping his head down just enough to blow his ice cold breath over your sex. It freezes your nerve endings in a prickly, tingling sensation you didn’t think possible, shocking you to your core. It forces your body to shiver, contracting your muscles in rapid succession as you hear him laugh mirthfully before dropping his head down even lower to lick a strip up your now frozen cunt.

“Loki!” You breathe out, limbs already shaking from his little parlor trick as the chill runs up your spine, hardening your nipples even more. Your teeth begin to chatter as he spreads your legs further apart, his saliva now warming your icy organ as every hair on your body stands on end.

“You look even more beautiful like this than in my dreams,” he huffs, his mouth finally melting the liquid barrier of your opening as he slides two fingers inside. His tongue dances over your bud as he pushes his digits in, working together in tandem to stimulate that internal organ as sparks of pleasure shoot up into your core.

“Oh gods,” you mumble, the shivering in your limbs finally calming down enough for you to reach down and stroke his hair as he enthusiastically thaws you out.

Those internal sparks come faster each time, speeding up as your convulsions from the ice die down, the two opposing forces balancing each other out as every sensitive nerve he touches inside you comes alive. You let your eyes fall shut as he bites down on your clit, adding yet another sensation to your nervous system as a needy whimper escapes your lips. He sucks your bud into his mouth, greedily tugging on it as he nibbles just hard enough to turn those sparks into flames. His ministrations send them blazing their way up through you as they light a path through your muscles into every layer of your skin, igniting them into the very tips of your fingernails and strands of your hair.

You cry out his name as your pleasure finally combusts, exploding into a giant firework of ecstasy as your body shivers and shakes despite the freezing cold that was there only moments ago. Your internal warmth vibrates within you as you instinctively clench down, pulling his fingers in even deeper as he relentlessly dines on your melting flesh, hungry eyes glancing up at you periodically as your bones rattle in delight.

Wow, you should have sleep walked into his bedroom a lot earlier.

“That never happened in the dream,” you jest, still shaking as your bliss gradually fizzles out.

“No,” he smirks, finally coming up for air with a sinister gaze. “Let’s make reality better than our dreams.”

He slithers up your body, his mouth leaving a messy trail of your juices on the fabric of your dress while what little remains glistens on his nose and chin. His hands peel your sleeves off your shoulders, exposing your breasts just before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He groans into it as your hands travel down his neck and back, massaging the muscles along his spine beneath his shirt as he tastes your skin. The twinge of his teeth on your nipples send your body into overdrive as your moans occur more often, growing in volume.

“You’re making so much noise and I’m not even inside you yet,” he chides, kissing his way up your chest and neck as your moans reverberate in your throat. He pecks at your chin and jawline as your body relaxes from the brief lack of stimuli, your hands smoothing their way up into his hairline as he finally kisses your lips. He tastes even better than before, his frosty tongue mixing with the tang of your arousal as he rhythmically thrusts his clothed erection between your legs, all but soaking through his night clothes.

“Wouldn’t want to wake Odin, now would we?” He chuckles haughtily into your kiss for a moment, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin as he slowly leans back from your embrace.

Your body yearns for him already, addicted to his touch as that short amount of time devoid of contact seems to last too long already. You watch him push his pants down past his hips, freeing himself from the only barrier left between you as your hands reach out, grazing up his biceps and over his shoulders as he crawls back on top of you.

“Only I get to ruin you like this,” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave as he grabs hold of himself, gliding the tip of his cock over your well spent cunt. “Not him, not anyone.”

You nod as he blinds you with pleasure, passing over your bud a few more times before pushing all the way in, filling you up without mercy. His girth stretches you out, his length hitting your cervix with each needy thrust up into you as he gives himself over to you again and again. His breath hitches as his mouth catches yours, his moans turning into whiny whimpers, nearly losing himself before sliding his arms beneath your thighs to push them up toward your chest.

“I want you to think of me every time he touches you.” His hips snap against your thighs, hitting that bundle of nerves at a delicious new angle as they promise another orgasm to rival the last. You want to wrap your thighs around his waist, to pull him in as close as possible in order to share the impending euphoria just as you had your dreams. But he continues to hold your legs in position up by your shoulders, straining your muscles as he keeps rocking into you. It triggers your body to convulse again as it nears the brink, the rhythm of his thrusts a little more desperate each time. “I want you to promise that you’ll always be mine.”

His efforts flip a switch inside you didn’t even know was there, encompassing you in a delightful ethereal glow that makes you feel as if you’re floating, levitating through all nine realms at once. It’s beyond exhilarating, washing away any other thought from your head besides him pumping mindlessly inside you. Nothing else seems to matter now; not Asgard, not Odin, not your betrothal… all that matters is Loki. All that matters is this.

Your skin tingles as he slides into your cunt at a much more frantic rate now, sweat dripping down his chest as his eyes roll back into his head, a sudden deep shade of blue flushing over his skin. A breathy growl rattles in his chest as he sheaths himself inside you faster, further, deeper before he comes undone and that blue tinge fades just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Promise me!” He collapses on top of you as he finishes spilling himself inside your walls, his chin tucked snugly into the base of your neck as he finally releases his grip on your thighs.

“I promise.” You kiss into his forehead, hearing him pant his way down to a regular rate. You can feel his heart beating against your own now, a detail your dreams never seemed to give you as his breath chills the skin behind your ear as he remains inside you. “I promise I’m yours.”

“Good,” he whispers softly, lazily tracing the outline of your face. “I’ll be sure to visit you in your dreams even after you get married.”

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marvelmusing · 4 months

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Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Aleksander recovers from the impact of merzost on his body, you search for a way to fix the unexpected side effects and together you make plans for your lives going forward.

Warnings: mentions of sexual content and canon level violence.

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The royal bedroom is in darkness as you enter. The shadows don’t scare you, despite how they hinder your vision as you manoeuvre around the pieces of furniture.

“Aleksander?” you call out gently. “My love, can you lift the shadows for me?”

“No,” he says quietly from the corner of the room. “I can’t.” At the sound of his voice, you manage to find him crouched down behind an armchair. There’s a hollowness in his eyes that makes your heart ache as you settle down onto your knees in front of him as he admits, “It isn’t just my amplification that’s gone. It’s my power too.”

“Maybe it’s just a power block. You’ve been through so much. Perhaps you simply need some rest.”

He nods, though he doesn’t seem too convinced. His gaze slowly regains its focus, and he tilts his head aside slightly as he seems to notice something on your face. He reaches out, cupping your cheek in his hand as his eyes examine you.

“You haven’t aged a day.”

“What do you mean?”

“The fox was immortal.” You nod. The fox’s memories stretch to the very beginning of Ravka. “Now, you and the fox are one.”

“Aleksander, it’s been less than a year. There’s no way of noticing something like that.”

“Trust me, I would know. You haven’t aged.”

There’s an unspoken concern in his words – that, with his power gone, Aleksander is now mortal while you, with the power of the fox, are immortal. Your roles have been reversed. Tracing your hand over his arm, you entwine your fingers with his, providing his digits with a soft squeeze as you remove his hand from your face.

“I will get you your power back. I give you my word.”

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Aleksander is standing in front of his desk by the window when you manage to find him. The sun is setting over the horizon, and it casts a soft orange glow over the bedroom. He places his hand over yours as you wrap your arms around his body, pressing the side of your face against his shoulder so that you can peer around to see his expression.

“How are you feeling today?” you ask.

He sighs.

“Tired of tonics.”

A sympathetic hum slips from the back of your throat.

“I know, my love. But relying on merzost has left your body deficient of nutrients.”

“You’ve been talking to the healers,” he remarks wryly, the corner of his mouth quirking as he glances down at you. A fond smile is what you give him in response.

“Of course.” Your smile falters. “You haven’t told them about the wasting sickness.”

“My power might return before the sickness worsens.”

The small sound of acknowledgement you make is distant as you think intently over his words. He is much frailer than he appears, the corecloth of his kefta creating an illusion of fullness, and you know Genya has been tailoring his face to feign an improvement in his health.

He steps out of your arms, which pulls you away from your thoughts. He circles around you before moving backwards to lean against the foot of the bed.

“I believe you made me a promise,” he remarks playfully. His smile is boyish despite how pale and drawn his face is from the strain of today. “That once you found a cure, we would spend the entire day in bed.”

“Sasha…” you whisper sadly.

“Come over here.”

You shake your head.

“No, Aleksander.”

His brows draw together, tilting his head as hurt sparks in his eyes.

“No?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

“And if I don’t care?”

Irritation prickles over your skin.

“Stop being such a martyr.”

His frown deepens as he argues,

“You had no issue sleeping with me in the midst of my condition.”

“Just because you aren’t in danger of imminent death anymore doesn’t mean you’re strong enough.” He begins to shake his head, dismissing your concerns. “Every time I touch you, I can feel how brittle your bones are.”

“I can be careful.”

“This isn’t something we can compromise on. I won’t risk hurting you.”

Not wanting to argue with him, you turn back towards the window. Almost all of the sunlight has gone, a cool indigo staining the sky as night draws closer. Aleksander walks across the room, sock-clad feet padding softly over the polished hardwood and thick rug.

“Have I ever told you how marvellous you look when you’re determined?”

He sits down in his chair, by your side as you continue to stare out of the window.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “Until my dying day.”

“You are not going to die,” you insist. “I won’t let you.” He presses his forehead against your spine. His hands lift the hem of your shirt up, fingers spreading eagerly over the bare skin at the small of your back. His attempts at wrangling you into bed bring a smile to your face as you turn your head back to look down at him. “You will only die, when I kill you for being so stubborn.”

He smiles, breathing out a soft laugh as he presses a kiss to the base of your spine.

“Aleksander…” you whisper. “I can’t.”

“I know.”

He remains silent for a long moment, and you begin to fear you’ve upset him. Then he speaks up in a low voice that wavers slightly with emotion.

“In past relationships, I’ve often felt pressured to make things physical, in order to keep the other person interested. It’s an old habit, which I seem to have failed to shake.” He frowns slightly, as if his own actions have surprised and puzzled him.

His explanation makes your heart ache for him.

“Aleksander… I fell for you at a time when you could barely walk a few paces before growing short of breath. I might find you attractive, but I don’t want you solely for your body.”

He nods, his throat moving as he swallows hard.

“That is hard for me to understand at times.”

A soft smile lifts the corner of your lips.

“Well, I don’t mind reminding you.”

“I want you by my side for the coronation.”

The shift in conversation confuses you, but you nod.

“Of course.”

“I don’t want you as my advisor or even as the Royal Consort,” he admits. “I want you to be my equal, my Queen.” There’s a brief pause as his eyes bounce between yours, flickering down to your lips for a moment before he adds, “My wife.”

My wife. The words make your stomach flip and give you the courage to say,

“I’ve made something for you.”

A small crease appears between his brows.

“For me?”

You nod.

Moving over towards one of the cabinets beside Aleksander’s desk, you open a cupboard, allowing the door to swing as you reach inside to remove the false back. The weight of Aleksander’s eyes on your hands is palpable and you fidget nervously with his gift.

Glancing down, you adjust some of the threads and ribbons that make up the piece of rope. Shimmering silver with purple and black – both of your colours.

“It’s… It’s for our wedding.” Embarrassment heats at your cheeks as you fumble to explain your creation. Though it seems Aleksander requires no explanation.

“Hand-fasting?”

Bashfully, you duck your head.

“I know it is quite an old tradition, but I’ve always liked the idea of tying myself to the person I want to spend my life with.”

He smiles softly.

“Is this a proposal?”

“Well, I wouldn’t object to you getting down on one knee with a ring as well,” you jest before your expression softens. “I just thought I would let you know.”

He frowns.

“Let me know what?”

“That I’ll say yes. Whenever you ask me, I’ll say yes.”

Later, the two of you are lying face to face in bed, legs entangled as you draw delicate shapes over his bare chest with your fingertips, when something crosses your mind.

“I have an idea,” you say in a low murmur. “I know you want to secure our position on the throne as soon as possible, but I’m certain you will want to do this before being crowned.”

“Do what?”

“Claim an amplifier.” He goes still and the pillow beneath his head crinkles as he straightens himself to meet your gaze directly. “From what the fox has shown me in my dreams, I think she would be well suited to you.”

“She?”

You nod.

“There’s a wolf – the stories call her koroleva volkov – which lives to the north in the forest near the permafrost.”

“The Queen of the Wolves,” he translates in a low murmur, his brows furrowed as he seems to consider your suggestion. His eyes flicker back to yours. “The fox knows her?”

You nod again.

“He picked her out for you.”

Aleksander’s expression softens and you continue to trace your fingers over his skin, mapping out the veins now blue beneath his skin instead of the black you had become accustomed to.

“I think we should journey north and find the wolf. Allow the two of you to bond in some way, like I did with the fox. Once you’ve claimed her power, I think your shadows will come back.”

“You’re certain?”

“No,” you admit with a soft sigh. “But your power isn’t gone, Aleksander. If it was, you wouldn’t be ill with the wasting sickness.”

He nods slowly.

“When do we leave?”

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“We can’t survive on a dinner of mouse,” Aleksander remarks, tucking you into his side of the two of you trek through the freshly laid snow.

“I know,” you concede. “I just want to try catching one. I’ve never done it before.”

He sighs, smiling at your enthusiasm.

“Alright then. Go on.”

A smile spreads over your face before you scamper away in fox form, listening for the sound of a mouse pattering away beneath the snow. It isn’t long until you’re following the tiny scratches of paws against hard dirt. The sound of your own paws in the snow crunch lightly. For a moment, you stand still, tilting your ears aside as you listen.

Then you pounce.

The snow is hard against your snout and paws as you meet the ground, knocking you off your hunting rhythm. The momentum you’ve put into the jump is too much, sending your lower half flailing up into the air and you wiggle your tail wildly in an attempt at maintaining your balance. Ultimately, you’re unsuccessful.

Aleksander laughs loudly. Shifting back into your human form, you scrunch your face with a pout, disgruntled as you rub at the tender skin of your forehead.

“You aren’t being very supportive,” you protest from your place on the cold, snowy ground.

“My apologies, darling. You truly are a fearsome predator.”

The only response you give him is a rude gesture that makes him laugh harder. He crouches down in front of you, hooking a hand beneath your chin to examine the potential damage. When he finds none, he leans forward to kiss your forehead and nose, bringing a smile to your face.

“Give it another try.”

Tilting your head aside, you blink up at him and consider his expression.

“You think I was close?”

He kisses your temple.

“Undoubtably.”

Once again in fox form, you resume your search for a mouse. A cool breeze rustles against your fur, but you hardly feel the chill. It takes a little longer this time for you to pick up on the sound of a mouse skittering about beneath the snow.

When you do, you pause, shifting your weight onto each of your front paws. Eyes locked on the spot where you want to land, you leap upwards, keeping each of your limbs firm for impact.

When you realise you actually have a mouse in your mouth, you almost drop it as you wriggle about in the snow. Once you’re standing upright on all four paws, you drop the mouse from between your teeth and change form quickly to catch the creature in your hands. Smiling widely in triumph, you stand unsteadily and move towards Aleksander.

“Sasha! I did it.”

He grins at the sight of your excitement.

“Well done.”

He peers down at the mouse through a crack between your fingers.

“Sorry for the scare, little one,” you murmur apologetically. “I’ll let you go now.”

As you loosen your hold on the small creature, lowering it to the ground, the mouse scampers away. Lifting your head up to watch it, you notice another creature that makes you freeze in place. Aleksander doesn’t notice initially.

“Now,” he begins. “Perhaps we could move our efforts onto something more substantial for dinner? I was thinking of rabbit.”

Grasping onto his forearm, you tug on his sleeve lightly, whispering,

“Sasha.”

He turns to look at you first, studying your expression before he follows your gaze, eyes scouring over the woodland in front of you. The moment he sees it, he places his hand over yours, squeezing it with barely suppressed excitement. He steps slowly towards the wolf and apprehension settles in your chest.

“Be careful,” you warn him, gripping his sleeve again. “If it comes to a fight, I have a feeling she will take a piece of you with her.”

“A fair exchange, in my opinion,” he remarks quietly.

“Sasha.”

“I will be careful, my love,” he concedes, though you don’t quite believe him.

Her eyes are a cool silver that slide calmly between you and Aleksander. She places a paw forwards, as if to move to meet Aleksander. Then she turns tail and runs into the woods. When he moves to chase her down, you tighten your hold on him.

“Aleksander. Give her time. We’ll find her again.”

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The next afternoon, you’re trekking over a fallen tree in your fox form when you see the wolf again. She surveys you from a distance, standing still like a statue. She seems to know that you aren’t an ordinary fox, but you still aren’t sure how she will react if you try to interact.

Heart hammering, you tilt your head at her, stepping closer cautiously. Her eyes lower to watch you slink over the forest floor. She still doesn’t move as you approach her.

Slowly, you begin to nudge your nose against her body. When she doesn’t react, you step even closer, nuzzling your face into the soft fur at her chest. She makes a small snuffling sound before she raises a paw to nudge at you. The two of you raise your paws, initiating a playful back and forth.

A low sound rumbles in the back of her throat and you back off instantly, fearing you might have pushed her too far. She continues to growl, her snout crinkling as she sniffs at you suspiciously and you begin to fear for your safety.

Even if you shifted back into human form, you wouldn’t be able to fight a wolf. If it comes down to a chase, you might be able to scamper up a tree before she sinks her teeth into you, but you aren’t overly optimistic about your odds.

She nudges her nose against your side, far too close to your underbelly for your liking, and you let out a small yelp of warning, curling away from her before you growl back. The wolf keeps her eyes on you, tilting her head as if pleased by your response. Her expression softens into something more amicable. She makes a small snuffing sound, almost like a dog, before settling down on her front.

Both of you keep your mouthes open, as you nip and bite at one another. While you know, from the fox’s memories, that this is how animals like him and the wolf would play together, it’s still scary to feel her teeth snap at your fur.

She nibbles gently at your ears, tugging on them lightly when she gets them between her teeth. Coiling away from her, you nudge her chest with your front paws, and she rolls onto her back easily. She bats her paws at you, which you bite playfully, slowly getting the hang of this play-fighting.

When the sun begins to lower itself towards the treetops, you give her neck a fond nuzzle before you set off to rejoin Aleksander at your camp for the evening. It isn’t long before you realise, she’s following you.

Several times you pause, turning back to look at her, giving her the opportunity to leave. She doesn’t. She stays with you until the terrain changes, opening out into the clearing where you can see Aleksander sitting by a small campfire.

At the sight of him, you set off running through the frost covered grass. He lifts his head at the sound of you approaching, a smile tugging at his lips as you hurry into his lap.

“Hello, milaya,” he says softly, scratching the space behind your ears affectionately. “Have you made some friends?”

When you shift back into human form, your head is in his lap, face turned up towards him and his smile widens when your eyes lock on his.

“One or two,” you remark with a soft laugh. Then you turn your head to look at the wolf as she paces slowly through the grass, following the path carved by you.

She seems wary at your change in appearance, but you extend your hand amicably to offer her your scent. She steps forwards cautiously, eyes flickering between you and Aleksander. Your voice is a gentle whisper as you encourage her,

“It’s alright.”

She sniffs at your wrist, nose nudging against your sleeve before she moves upwards towards you and Aleksander until she’s close enough for him to touch. He breathes out an astonished laugh as he places his hand down on her head. For a moment, he strokes her fur, his eyes flickering over every each of the marvellous creature in front of you. Then he looks back at you.

“I love you,” he says in an awe filled whisper. “You’re remarkable. I hope you know that.”

The wolf straightens herself, looking directly at Aleksander. She tilts her head, licking his fingers momentarily before she turns and moves back into the woods. The two of you remain silent as you watch her go. Once she’s out of sight, Aleksander looks back down at you.

“Why did you pick the wolf for me?”

There’s a pause as you consider his question, and you sit up as you speak.

“Wolves are strong and loyal,” you reason. Glancing down at your hand, fingers entwined with Aleksander’s, you add, “She’s been alone for so long. I thought you would understand each other.”

He cups your face between his hands, leaning forwards to kiss you soundly.

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sparks-olivarpente · 8 months

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the Stranger Fics

(byler fics with unexpected powers or twists)

Turns out a lot of my favorite fics enter this category. Feel free to reblog and add fics you love :)

In the Eye of a Hurricane (It's You and Me) by Julia_Skysong "Jonathan, why…why am I with dad on the security tape????" Lonnie Byers is a royal piece of shit. Will finds out he has powers and understandably has a meltdown about it, and Mike helps him through it.

over a bridge of time by @sevensided Hawkins isn't the same without Will. So Mike goes to visit him in Chicago. Then strange things happen… Second part of the awesome serie THE DARK MIRROR and of course you should read the whole thing :)

I know the end by @cosmobrain00 The worst-case scenario has happened. … and that's all the summary you'll get from me! an ongoing serie that keeps getting better and better (or worse and worse, depending on the point of view). Tags: #Mind Manipulation #Will has powers

them’s the breaks by emelinelou Three years after moving to California, one Will Byers shows up - read: dimension-teleports or something - back in Hawkins. In the corner of Mike's bedroom. In the middle of the night. Turns out this is a bad thing, namely for Mike and Mike's sanity.

captured ghosts by etchedstars ghosts from will's past come back to haunt this. literally or metaphorically is up to audience interpretation. Some favorite tags: #plot relevant cuddles #will gets to be sarcastic #he also commits crime

Come Hell, High Water by naiesu “It’s been months, Mike,” Lucas says, staring at Mike, hard. Mike can’t remember a time he didn’t look at him that way. “Will is a cold case. You need to accept that.” The dream-like parts are amazingly written <3

yesterFriday by nbfutureboy (@futureboy-ao3) Will Byers wakes up as usual one Friday morning - he worries about his family, his History test, and telling the people he loves that he doesn’t Like Girls in that way. Then he does it again. [Groundhog Day AU where Will gets stuck in a time loop.]

a strange education (reach out and touch me) by Total_Serene (@total-serene560) 16 year old Mike Wheeler wakes up in the middle of a highway in Indiana. He can't remember what happened, but he knows three things: He was going somewhere, it was supposed to be night, and he had taken Nancy's car. The mystery in this one…!!!

The Basement by olliecoddle (@souverian-are-we) Will and Mike spend their days in a little run-down house in the Upper Peninsula with dated furniture and peeling wallpaper, two sinking recliners next to each other. But there is a beast in the basement.

A Stranger Things Ghost Story by Junigatsu84 It is the Summer of 1983, before all the horrors that befall Hawkins. The boys are looking for their own mystery to solve and find a haunted house. It’s a shame Will is the only one to see it.

Back to the Future (with Mike Wheeler) by Nymphadoragreenleaf On a list of the top five most unexpected things to happen to Mike Wheeler, traveling 10 years into the future has got to take the top spot. The half-naked man claiming to be his best friend might be number two. Alternatively known as, Mike Wheeler tries to survive a week in the 90's and figures a couple of things out along the way.

You are the Heart by TouchTheSky A fever-dream, mucho-feels, super long, semi-fix-it, version of Season 5. i feel like i know you (but we never met) by @andiwriteordie “Who?” Mike’s voice breaks again, and Joyce chokes back a sob. “Joyce, who… who was he?” Or: The one in which Will Byers doesn't exist… At least not anymore.

with all my heart by mogiah (@morganee) what happens when Birthdaygate and Lettergate meet. or another one in which Will doesn't exist anymore

i've come home, i'm so cold by astrobi (@astrobei) Will's trying his hardest to make it through fall semester in one piece. Unfortunately for his degree, he's being haunted by maybe-feelings for his best friend (metaphorically), and also a maybe-ghost with rather abysmal fashion sense (literally). The fic that made me decide to spend the rest of my life that year reading fics

Blackout by Tea_For_One_Please as if their senior year of high school wasn't complicated enough, the Party find themselves investigating an accidental death, believing it to be connected to a similar event nearly two decades earlier. Just normal teenager stuff, right? This one hasn't been updated for a while but I remember enjoying the plot and mystery a lot

baby, we’re perfect by bookinit (@bookinit02) Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out. I'm not allowed to say anything else about this fic. To quote the author: "brace yourselves. sorry in advance."

you were bigger than the whole sky by delusionaltogether (@parkitaco) Mike breathes out sharply, sinking to his knees in front of Will without conscious thought. Every bone in his body is turning to jelly, because Will is here, but he's also- not. on march 29th, 1986, will byers vanishes for a second time. 366 days later, he reappears.

This is where it starts by cottonscent While the rest of the party moved on and forgot once the gate closed Will kept exploring, and the connection he formed to the other dimension it actually a lot more complex than what they originally thought.

#edited to add an author's tumblr #i keep telling myself i'm going to move on to some new hobby #this was going to be the Last List of Fics #but i already started 3 new ones #i'm stuck there #happily #byler #byler fic #byler fic recs

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royalzigluxuryfurniture · 2 years

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violettduchess · 9 months

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A/N: It was going to be an Afterglow fic but it just got too long so it's just some Silvio fluff with a bit of spice

Silvio x Reader

WC: 1.2k

The rain is a never-ending sheet of falling gray outside your bedroom window. Your fingertips brush the cold glass lightly, as if afraid you might shatter it with the force of your desire to spot him. But no matter how long you stare, it doesn’t grow any clearer. You can make out nothing through the torrential downpour.

“Sudden rain like this is common during the summer season, Signora. His Highness knows how to handle a ship in such weather.”

You rip your gaze away from the gloom to look at Carlo. He offers you a tremulous smile, one you see is doing a poor job at masking the concern in his eyes.

“Silvio isn’t captaining the ship. What if the young captain runs into trouble or makes an error in judgment?” Worry seeps across your words, rising from the churning pool in your heart.

“Do you really believe his highness would allow anything to come between him and returning to you?”

He places a hand on your shoulder and despite the rolling waves of concern in your heart, you find yourself feeling somewhat comforted.

“Come, the hour is late. A warm cup of tea and sleep will bring him home faster.”

You allow Carlo to gently lead you away from the arched window and the insistent wall of rain just outside of it.

“Fuckin’ rain,” he mutters as he slowly pushes open the white wooden doors of the royal bedroom. A damp towel hangs around his bare shoulders, thanks to Carlo who had come rushing to meet him and the others at the docks with warm tea, towels and umbrellas to get them safely back to the palace in the heavy rain. The moment he got through the door Silvio had removed his drenched boots and socks as well as his sopping wet tunic and jacket before towel-drying his hair as he took the stairs two at a time to get to you.

He knows the ship was scheduled to return hours ago and he knows you, being the worrywart you are, were probably tossing and turning or maybe even stupid enough to wait up for him.

What he did not expect was to stumble backwards against the bedroom door with a loud clunk as you launched yourself at him from the bed, slamming against him with all the force of a hurricane.

“The fuck-” The words are cut off by your hands grabbing his face and pulling him down so your mouth can cover his. You kiss him with all the rioting emotions that are whipping through you: relief that he is back, the fear that nearly drowned you at the lateness of his arrival, the explosive desire to welcome him home.

And so locked in each other’s embrace, you stumble to the nearest piece of furniture, the camelback sofa, an incredibly beautiful, far too expensive engagement present made of the softest azure fabric.

And there you stay.

“Missed me so much ya couldn’t even lemme get through the damn door before jumpin’ me, huh.”

His words are right by your ear, soft and airy as his heart is still slowing from the frantic racing you caused the moment you threw your arms around him. Now you are the one wrapped in his embrace, still straddling him, your forehead resting against his bare shoulder as you catch your own wobbling breath. With a groan, he shifts you onto his lap so he can stretch out his long legs which were already aching before he arrived back in Benitoite.

“Maybe,” you murmur as you lay your head down on him. His slender fingers tug on the hem of your nightgown where it is bunched at your hips, pulling it down to cover your legs as best he can. He shakes his head at your coy answer, his hair still damp with rainwater. A few drops fall across your skin but it doesn’t matter. He’s still got his wet pants somewhat on, your nightgown is now flecked with large wet patches. In the match up between lascivious impatience and rational thinking, the latter had no chance at all.

“Maybe, my ass.”

You twist in his arms, snuggling closer and your cheek brushes against the cold gold chain of his necklaces. Frowning, you lean away from him even as he reaches to pull you back against his chest.

“Whaddya doin’, woman? It’s cold if you move away.”

You shoot him a Look but then lean forward, reaching around, carefully lifting the first, longer gold chain from his neck.

“You know I don’t like when you leave your jewelry on.”

He leans back, splaying his long arms along the back of the couch.

“You were the one who attacked me. I’m an innocent victim of you needin’ to get some.”

You snort in a decidedly unladylike way as you carefully undo the clasp of his second gold necklace.

“You? Innocent? Pffft.”

Your sass earns you a pinch on the nose and you jerk away with a laugh as you carefully lay his necklaces down on the side table next to the couch. Settling yourself more comfortably on his lap, you reach for one hand and pull it close to you, holding it as you carefully begin removing his rings.

He’s grown quiet, watching as you slip the gold from his fingers, one by one. Normally he would never let anyone touch him like this. But you aren’t just anyone. You’re the only person who has ever managed to see past the bluster of his blunt words and questionable actions, the one who pierced that glistening, golden armor of coins and snark and then stripped it away, laying his heart as bare as his fingers are right now.

His rings are carefully laid beside his necklaces and you raise his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. A flush creeps across the steep planes of his cheeks as he drops his gaze, still unable to witness such open tenderness without it sending waves of uncontrollable emotion through him. An ocean of affection and love he is still learning to navigate.

He reaches up and tousles your hair, enjoying the silky feel of it through his fingers, the way it falls messily over your head when he is done, and especially the way your bright eyes narrow and those lips of yours press together in a pout he’s come to treasure as much as any coin.

“Whaddya say we get off this damp couch, get rid of the rest of these soggy ass clothes and you get the pleasure of scrubbin' me clean?"

He says you'll wash him but you both know the truth: there's little that Silvio enjoys, truly deeply enjoys down to his core, more than pampering you in the bathtub.

You grin slowly, already warmed by the spark in his sea-blue eyes.

“For once, you have a good idea.”

"For once?!!"

But you're already moving. You leap off his lap, narrowly avoiding the smack he was aiming at your backside and take off for the bathroom, unable to hold in your jubilant laughter as Silvio struggles to follow in his incredibly uncooperative, still-wet, stiff pants, huffing something about sassy women and smart mouths……with the happiest grin on his stupidly handsome face.

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squirrellypoo · 1 year

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Mapping the Rue Royale Townhouse

Photos from Alfonso Bresciani for AMC

Around episode 2 or 3 I started to struggle in mapping the layout of the townhouse’s rooms in my head - how many pianos do they have? What orientation is the bed to the coffin room? Where are the fireplaces located? I like to build maps in my head to orient myself (no surprise that the 3D render is my favourite part of any Grand Designs episode) so my first port of call was to look at the floorplan of the original 1132 Rue Royale, the historic Gallier House.

This is a real life historic house that you can visit, and Anne Rice has said it was the inspiration for Lestat’s townhouse in the book, as well as being used for all the exterior shots in the tv show.

But then I was watching a presentation on YouTube by the show’s production designer, Mara LePere-Schloop, and she actually shared the floorplan used to build the townhouse set! I excitedly took a screenshot (again, apologies for the quality, which was limited by the video quality) to compare against the original Gallier House. Even though the actual house is on two levels with a central staircase, the set is built with both levels side by side, with a partial staircase in between for ease of production. Even with this key difference, they were surprisingly faithful to the layout of the original house, even where they didn’t need to be.

Case in point - there’s a door leading from the coffin room to the landing, which makes sense in Gallier House as the coffin room is a sitting room. But seeing as how the coffin room is meant to be secret in the show (concealed behind a hidden door in the bedroom panelling), there’s no real need to have a door there, especially when it’s barely concealed by tapestries and furniture on the show (and burst through during the episode 5 fight). I’m not even going to mention the failings of the New Orleans police department in not noticing it during their search in episode 5!

Another feature from the original house that was replicated on set are the steps leading down into Claudia’s room from the landing. The placement of Claudia’s room is where the bath and slave quarters were in the original house, and appear to be an extension, where the difference in levels necessitating a few steps would make sense. But there’s no real need for these when you’re building a set from scratch, and I kinda love that they kept them in even though there was no real need for them there (if nothing else, it meant we got to see Lestat prance down them to throw open her coffin lid in episode 5!)

And the final original detail that they didn’t really have to replicate (but I’m very glad they did!) was the incredible aperture skylight on the landing above the piano. Apparently Mara was so taken with the one in Gallier House on an early visit that Rolin Jones (showrunner) found a way to incorporate it into the script, meaning we not only got to see Lestat closing it in episode 2, but Claudia using it to self-harm in episode 4.

I absolutely love the detail and thought that went into the Rue Royale townhouse, from the design to the furnishings to the artwork but also that they built a near-realistic townhouse on set - it brings a level of realism to the show that wouldn’t be present if it was filmed in a series of disconnected, 3-walled set rooms.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv discussion #iwtv analysis #Gallier house #anne rice #vampire chronicles #amc interview with the vampire #set design #floorplans

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Silent Strikes The Lightning (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Your husband is a thunder and lightning deity, you yourself sharing the element. The two of you were tasked with protecting young children, a task ordained by the gods and the titans. You just never thought you would have to protect the one thing that meant everything to Rhett

Warnings: Rescue of an infant, Perry being an asshole etc.

Notes: For anybody who wants to, I highly, highly suggest listening to the song "Our Paths Will Part" by Hans Zimmer and also "Lily's Theme" from Harry Potter if you're gonna read this, there's no pressure but both match up really well with the story

Tagging: @floydsmuse @delopsia @sebsxphia @attapullman @callmemana @kmc1989 @bradleybeachbabe @rhettabbotts

You shivered going through those woods to that lonely piece of land that all the Olympians had been watching for months. You squeezed Rhett's hand as he held the lantern in his hand, the two of you cloaked in an unseen veil to be sure no one would see you.

"Shhh, darlin," Rhett whispered when a twig had snapped beneath your foot.

You nodded nervously, afraid to let go of his hand as you approached the shabby dwelling in the distance, the windows still lit. There was a heavy feeling in the air, one you didn't like and one that was particularly strong when you and Rhett went to visit The Underworld. Royal had warned you both, time and again about this place and the people who had lived there.

Perry had been a demigod, one that had been accidentally fathered by Royal when some of his dead, peeling skin had rubbed off on a mortal witch's own hand. Where Perry had been a monster, Rhett was as pure and loving as could be, born of his father, Royal's, love for his mother, Cecelia. Rhett's love for you had been the same, despite a few little demigods here and there, never failing to show you that you were his queen and always would be.

"Rhett we can't, we're...."

"Shhhh, darlin, it's ok," he whispered. "I've got you. I know it's scary, but we need to do this. We're the only chance she's got."

Quietly across the misty fields, you both crept, the chilly air of early spring making the goosebumps on your flesh prick straight up. Rhett made a few flitting gestures with his hand, testing to see if any barriers surrounded that shabby little place. Nothing.

"Alright, c'mon," he whispered again. "Back door."

You and Rhett carefully pushed the back door open, setting the lantern down on the beat up countertop. It took everything in your power to cross the threshold of the door, assured only by the sight of your husband's back.

You silently took deep breaths as you and Rhett cautiously went up the stairs, straining every muscle in your bodies to be as quiet as mice.

"Rhett," you hissed.

"What? Darlin what's wrong?"

"Something......in the back room....."

Rhett could barely make out the form of a woman's foot in the bedroom through the slightly ajar door. Something deep inside told him not to enter, not even if he valued his immortal life.

You both turned back to the room at the end of the hall, a room that was completely bare of furniture, save for a wooden cot in which lay a tiny, newborn infant with a head full of chocolate brown hair, the same as Rhett's. She hardly stirred, all swaddled in her blanket, her pink face scrunched up as she yawned. You and Rhett were in awe of how precious she was, so sweet and so new to this world.

"C'mere Amy," Rhett whispered.

Gently, he picked her up out of her crib, the poor baby starting to whimper as he lifted her to his chest. "Shhhh......shhhhh......it's ok.....it's ok sweet baby.....shhhhh......Daddy and Momma are here.....you're comin home with us......"

From your pocket, you pulled the little purple and gold sachet Cecelia had made for you. It was small, yes, but would hold Amy perfectly. Smaller and smaller she grew as Rhett fitted her snugly into the sachet, resting in it as though she were still in the womb.

"Slip it around you're neck and don't lose it," Rhett told you. "C'mon we've gotta get outta here."

"No one's going anywhere!" sneered a voice.

You and Rhett whirled around to find Perry standing there, his green eyes burning with a hint of ugly yellow. You could feel the hate radiating off him like a fire, cutting deep into you as your hand moved protectively over the sachet around your neck.

"That what ya'll told Rebecca?" Rhett hissed. "Before ya'll sucked the life outta her?"

"Shut up!" Perry snapped. "I loved that woman.......not like you who kept fucking your whore until the gods granted her immortality!"

A loud clap of thunder startled you, your husband's eyes going dark. The hairs on your neck stood up as spider thin flashes showed themselves in his dark blue eyes.

"If you ever call (y/n) a whore again I'll have you fed to every three headed dog in the Underworld," Rhett growled.

"You have no power here....."

Rhett threw up his hand and in a flash, Perry flew up off the ground, slamming into the wall above the door with such a force that a dusting of plaster rained down onto the floor.

"I'm sorry......" Perry croaked. "M'sorry Rhett.....I'm sorry...."

"Perry!" Rhett growled, his voice deep, almost doglike.

"M'sorry.......m'sorry......"

"Don't you fucking say you're sorry to me!" Rhett shouted another clap of thunder echoing throughout the room. "You worthless piece of shit!!"

"Rhett......" you squeaked.

Rhett neither heard nor heeded your words, the thunder and flashes of lightning filling the room with frightening hues of indigo and violet. You could hear Amy crying in the back of your mind, afraid to stay and afraid to run.

Rhett's gaze turned to you, the light still burning in his eyes but his voice calm. "(Y/n) run," he said. "I need ya'll to run, I'll be right behind you."

You didn't want to, freezing a little until a frightening crack of thunder filled the room once again. You hurried out of the room, barely aware of your feet flying across the floors, the electric buzz still on the back of your neck, blindly flying out the door and into the night.

You didn't dare look back, still hearing your husband shouting obscene threats at Perry. The field felt like one long stretch into eternity, never ending and going on and on and on until the woods came into view. You bolted up the path, hurrying and protectively holding onto the sachet for dear life, afraid that some fell beast of the woods would try to grab it.

You skidded to a halt, gasping when you came to the cliff, staring down into the huge maw below. You tried to steady your hammering heart, the blood rushing in your ears as you stared down over the edge, the thin little ribbon of silver river the only thing visible in the darkness.

"Darlin jump!" Rhett shouted behind you. "Jump!"

"I can't!" you hollered back, the tears streaming down your face.

"Then you're gonna have to trust me."

You felt a set of strong hands on your shoulder, pushing you over the cliff edge, your screams echoing in the canyon below. The wind rushed by you, through your hair and the threads of your clothes when something suddenly came up underneath you, something sturdy but soft.

You dreaded opening your eyes but when you did, you saw brilliant golden brown feathers, a mighty screech reaching your ears.

The eagles.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief, knowing you were safe. You looked behind you to find Rhett on the one below, looking up at you, the victory and relief evident on his face.

Off in the distance you could see the sun beginning to rise, the hues of yellow, rose pink and red all rising to greet you both. Yours and Rhett's clothing changed from denim to brilliant togas of dark navy blue, white, gold and soft lilac as the sun began to touch your skin.

There it was in the distance, Mount Olympus, rising high into the gorgeous morning light and all the life with it. Home again you were, safe and out of danger.

The eagles landed you right in the courtyard near the waterfalls. You saw Cecelia in her dark teal toga and Royal, both running towards you, the sickle at his belt, sheathed, but always ready.

"You two ok?" he asked.

"We're ok Dad," Rhett answered, helping you off the back of the eagle. "We're good."

"Where is he?" Royal asked.

"Still in that house," you answered.

"I'll have the animals watch the place and report back," Royal told him. "You manage to get what ya'll went in for?"

"Got her out safe," Rhett answered.

Royal drew his son into a tight embrace. "Glad ya'll are safe," Royal said. "I'll catch the little shithead one of these days. You two go and rest now, your mother and I will take care of the rest."

You and Rhett were more than overjoyed to have Amy as a part of your family in the days after, taking her in as though she were born of your flesh and blood. You and Rhett watched her grow and never more had you and your family felt so complete and so whole, even on the days when her mischievous streak showed, the giggly little girl in her bright pink toga running through the fields to chase after the herd of magic cows that soon became hers. And ever after when Rhett sent a thunderstorm to water the fields below, Amy was sure to run after with the light of a rainbow trailing behind her in the sun.

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