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clementexix · 4 months

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𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Even after years, Tom’s heart was still aching for you. He had his minions secretly follow you around and report on every slice of your life. He was informed that your life has now turned a new leaf. You finally got married to the man of your dreams, who was also charming and brilliant like Tom. However, he was different. He was gentle, attentive, considerate, and more, which Riddle could never embrace. “Leave.” He hissed under his breath, barely glancing at his minions. His face was emotionless as he remained focused on the locket necklace in front of him, subconsciously playing with it. It was not until there was only him in the office that his facial expression loosened. He opened the locket, staring at your portrait with a frown. In the end, you betrayed him. After all, it was just sweet talk. He closed it right after that. Annoyance and disappointment were written all over his facial expression, yet there was a hint of remorse reflected in his gaze. After all this time, you were still his muse, his light, and his first love. Hearing you so much in bliss with your current partner made him jealous, but he knew so well he had no right. Tom stood up, letting out a low grunt before putting on his dark cloak. He needed to witness this himself. He needed to confirm if all of this was true or whether it was only his worst nightmare. Tom soon stood outside your house, his eyes piercing through the curtain. He laid his gaze upon the way your husband was wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you two’s laughter filled the whole kitchen. Tom’s eyes squinted in disgust, blood boiling up on his face. Riddle clenched his fists as soon as your husband gave you a smooch on the lips, whispering affectionate words that were just like music to your ear. Tom was green with envy. He could have used Avada Kedavra right here and right now to get rid of this bothersome feeling. However, he was stunned by your smile, the one he had never seen before. At that moment, he realized that you were only happiest when you were with someone else, not him. His heart was broken into pieces; he couldn’t utter a word. He stood there, mesmerized by your contagious laugh that could easily melt anyone. Memories suddenly flooded back into his head. He remembered every single time he shot you a glance of annoyance, spoke with a harsh tone, and showed his usual cold demeanor towards you, or those times that he brutally pushed you away, no matter how hopelessly you were begging him to stay. They were now all in the past. The young, dark lord silently left, regret reflected in his eyes. He wished he could turn back time and make it up to you. He wished he could feel the warmth of your embrace once again and apologize for everything he had done. But all was too late. He couldn't go back in time and undo his mistakes. Tom might be powerful, strong, and undefeatable. Yet, the only defeat he allowed was making you his once again. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful for your presence. The urge to murder your husband soon got replaced by a sense of gratitude on his face. Tom appreciated that you finally met the right one. And he made sure that you would be only his exception to make him feel this way, this kindness.

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therealallisonspear · 6 months

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Fanfic Teaser, M.R

Daisy Everglade had doe eyes.

Round, not a hint rough, and soft, like sun rays. Rough, bleak, with barely a hint of light. Her analytical eyes dull, her rigid posture excruciating, her trembling hands balled into fists. Nothing will be simple about this, nothing at all. She finds herself glaring.

❝Go fuck yourself, Riddle.❞

His body, tucked away in the shadows. He’s around, he always is.

❝Mm, now where’s the fun in that, Dais?❞

She punishes him with her silence, before continuing her trek through the several shelves. Nimble fingertips tracing the spines of books. Books with magic, so tainting, so alluring, so. Her spine slams against the shelf, a massive hand cradling the back of her head upon impact.

❝What the fuck did I say, Sunshine?❞

❝Don’t fucking call me that.❞

Her words, laced with venom, spite, nothing nice. Mattheo’s hand, gripping her jaw bruises, his grip tight, tight, tight, tighter-

❝What’d I say?❞ His tone, a festering pain in her side.

❝You have no right-❞

He growls, his grip excruciating, his fingertips roughly turning her head, until her cheekbone greets the shelf… ❝Marie,❞ Her middle name, ❝What. Did. I. Say?❞

❝Fuck you,❞ Her nails claw the inside of his wrist, ❝You don’t get to reprimand me.❞

❝I do whatever the fuck I want.❞

She squirms in his grasp, ❝And so do I.❞ Her hand, the one by her side slyly sways, sweeping the air, with near magic at her fingertips.

❝Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.❞

His hand snatches the one by her side, finally releasing her jaw, and glaring at her. There is no trace of warmth in his eyes, venom, venom, venom… they used to be soft.

❝Daisy, no wandless magic, no searching for dark tomes.❞ His nose grazes the skin of her cheek, ❝Stop playing with things you don’t understand.❞

❝I. Understand. Plenty.❞ She bites him with words.

❝You’re a clever girl,❞ He looks down at her, ❝You know better than to dive into the dark stuff.❞

❝And you know better than to try and stop me.❞

❝I know you.❞

❝You knew the girl left on floorboards bloody, beaten and bruised.❞ Subconsciously, the scar carved into her forearm burns, ❝You know nothing of me now.❞

❝Stop it, Daisy,❞ His body keeps her pinned against the shelf, ❝Cut this shit out.❞

❝Stop stalking me, Thomas,❞ The middle name card, ❝Leave me alone. You had no problem doing it-❞

❝Shut the fuck up!❞

His voice is loud, his grasp firm, his eyes lethal. Daisy rolls her shoulders back, she hasn’t been on the receiving end since that night, but her poker face is indestructible.

❝Stop pretending to care.❞

I care.

❝Why the fuck are you following me through the halls at night?❞

❝Because you can’t function without me.❞

❝I can.❞ She growls, shoving him off, ❝I don’t need you.❞

❝It’s apparent you do.❞

❝Fuck this.❞ Daisy’s fingertips have already grabbed the book, and she’s dashed out of the aisle. Her legs, much shorter than Mattheo’s do not get her far. He’s already wrapped his arm around her waist tugging her into his chest.

❝Stop fucking fighting me, Daisy.❞

❝Fuck you!❞

He snaps, manhandling her easily, tossing her body onto the nearby table, snatching the book from her grip, and glaring at her eyes ablaze. His fingertips dig into her wrists holding them firmly against his chest. ❝Cut the shit, Everglade.❞

❝Make me.❞

❝You’re playing with fire.❞

❝I love to get burned,❞ she spits out.

❝You’re a fucking whore, you know that?❞

❝And you’re a slut,❞ She growls, wrists still taut in his grip.

❝Tsk, what am I going to do with you, little sun?❞

The nickname renders nostalgia. The nickname tastes bitter. The nickname tastes like the fourth year. So sweet, so innocent, so. Tarnished.

❝Let go of me, Riddle.❞ Oh, how he hates the last name card.

❝Not until you act your fucking age.❞

❝Oh, fuck you.❞ She moves to knee him, but he seems to be one step ahead, his hand catches her thigh- the grip taught, eyes bitter.

❝Don’t make me bend you over.❞

❝Don’t make me bite your dick.❞

❝I want your fucking mouth.❞

❝God, you’re such a piece of shit.❞

Her fingertips fumble with his belt, hands dainty and grazing the hardening bulge. Mattheo growls, shoving her hands off muttering, ❝So fucking slow.❞

Daisy yanks his curls in her hand, he rolls his eyes in response.

❝I want your cock.❞

❝And I want to eat your pussy.❞ his eyes are hard.

❝No.❞ She shuts her legs on instinct. ❝Matt,❞ she gasps out… he hasn’t heard that one in a long time, ❝Matt-❞

His eyes catch her trembling fingertips, he already knows why she won’t let him. She’s been like this since fourth. Since the attack.

❝Sun girl,❞ His eyes are sharp, ❝Your scar won’t make you taste bad,❞ His words are as gentle as they are rough, ❝It all tastes the same to me.❞

❝Mm.❞

❝Tastes like fucking candy.❞ He rasps out, ❝Give me a taste mamás.❞ Those godforsaken nicknames have slipped back into their world tonight.

❝Mattheo-❞

❝I’ve seen you naked before,❞ He deadpans, ❝What’s changed?❞

❝That was fourth year.❞ She glares, ❝A lot has changed.❞

❝Enlighten me.❞

❝I’m thicker. I’ve got thighs now, and hips, my ass is huge, I-❞

❝More for me to grab,❞ His hand tightens at the base of her neck, ❝More for me to mark,❞ His teeth catch her neck, ❝More for me to love.❞ His lips press to her forehead.

Love. Daisy gasps, ❝Mattheo, you don’t understand.❞

❝Flip the skirt, spread your legs, lean back.❞

❝Mattheo.❞

❝I won’t ask again.❞

The hand at her neck slips down to her chest, the palm guiding her back onto the library table. Her hands bunch the navy pleated skirt, hiking it an inch below her scar-

❝Higher.❞

❝My-❞

❝Higher.❞

She shuts her eyes, hands shaking, spine coiling. She hears a sigh from between her legs, Mattheo standing tall, ❝Use your safeword.❞

❝Wh-what?❞

❝If you don’t want to do this, use your safeword.❞

❝I want it.❞

❝Then be my good girl, and lift the fucking skirt.❞

She lifts it, and his eyes catch her lace thong.

❝Mm,❞ He moans, teeth catching the fabric, and his mouth fanning over her center, ❝Such a pretty pussy, baby, gods-❞ the fabric snaps against her skin.

❝Mattheo-❞

❝I’ll replace them.❞

❝No you won’t.❞

❝No I won’t.❞

He dives in. Tongue flicking and sucking her bundle of nerves with intent. She lays stiffly, the nerves eating her alive. She hasn’t been touched… since he touched her in fourth.

❝Daisy,❞ He cranes his head up from between her thighs, ❝Do you want to do this?❞

❝Yes.❞

❝Yeah?❞

❝Yeah.❞ She can’t ignore the pulsing between her legs.

❝Then fucking relax,❞ He holds her thighs, ❝I can’t eat you when you’re rigid.❞

❝Sorry.❞

❝Don’t fucking apologize,❞ He pinches the bridge of his nose, coming up completely from between her legs, his fingertips caressing her sides, ❝Breathe, baby, it’s just me,❞

❝Mm.❞ She keeps her eyes shut, it’s just him, it’s just him, it’s just him. His touch is gentle against her sides, and it’s enough to have Daisy’s spine sinking back onto the table.

❝I want you to moan, Dais, I want you to scream.❞

The thought alone feeds the fire in her stomach. ❝Fuck, Mattheo.❞

❝I know, baby, I know,❞ He kisses the inside of her thigh again, ❝Soon, soon enough. I just want to eat your pussy first, then my cock is all yours.❞

Her eyes roll back, she has always loved his dirty mouth.

❝Mm, good girl.❞

Not anymore.

Hello, my loves! This is my teaser for the fanfic I’m working on… Is it worth posting more? This is just a rough feeler I wanted to put out into the world. Let me know your thoughts, I would be grateful to hear!

(Also forgive me, this was written around three am, so it’s poor… I will be editing soon. 😭)

#mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #enzo berkshire #theodore nott #tom riddle #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #harry potter #riddle x reader #matt riddle #daisy everglade #asteria nightingale

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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I was wondering (and sorry if it's been asked already 🥺) what about fanfictions with some mistery and adventure? I love romantic and fluffy stories but I wanted to read something different in this fandom. Thank you in advance ❤️

Tags to check out on our blog for more fics along these lines are #action/adventure, #mystery, and #murder mystery but here are some great ones to add to our collection...

Wine Fraud and Other Worthy Pursuits by ImprobableDreams900 (G)

When Aziraphale, rare book dealer and part-time wine collector, encounters a bottle of 1844 Château Lafite-Rothschild he suspects isn't all that it claims, he becomes determined to track down the truth.

Unfortunately, the finger of suspicion seems to point at fellow wine collector Anthony J. Crowley, whom Aziraphale is already well on his way to befriending.

The Star Stone by AppleSeeds (T)

Heaven punished Aziraphale by making him human and taking away his memories. Hell figured this was punishment enough for Crowley and just crossed the job off the list.

Now Crowley is searching for an occult (originally ethereal) artefact that could restore Aziraphale’s angelic nature, but the only man who can help him doesn’t remember who he is.

Aziraphale quickly becomes much more than just intrigued with the enigmatic scholar seeking his assistance, eagerly joining him on a modern-day quest to unravel mysteries and solve riddles to find the artefact. As they spend time together, Aziraphale's feelings develop and he struggles with the fact that his new acquaintance’s heart quite evidently belongs to someone else... or so he believes.

Choose Your Princes Wisely by ZehWulf (T)

“There’s an enchanted castle West in the Hellian slopes, and apparently it comes with a prince looking for a bride or bridegroom to free him from a dark fae’s curse.”

“I see,” Aziraphale says finally, when he realizes both Gabriel and Uriel are staring at him expectantly. “You want me to marry a beast?”

Gabriel's mouth flattens. “I want you to take this gods’ blessed opportunity to secure your family’s future for good."

Aziraphale is a professional quest hero who just wants to sit by the fire and read a book, if his overbearing family will ever let him; Crowley is a serpent demon who needs a gullible hero he can con into gathering some critical ingredients for a human corporation spell. Hijinks and a lot of terribly inconvenient feelings ensue.

The Starting Hinge by lucky_spike (T)

When a rare book collector is mysteriously killed, DI Barnaby and DS Winter are on the case. Meanwhile, the question of what will become of the victim's extensive library stirs a small group of rare books collectors into a furor. Who can be trusted?

This is predominantly a Good Omens fanfic with some Midsomer Murders thrown in just because I could do it and I wanted to. Contains death of an OC and (obvs) murder and attempts thereof. Nothing gory, though, so party on.

Romancing The Tome by Anti_kate (E)

Romance novelist Aziraphale Wilder is pulled from his carefully ordered life when his sister is kidnapped and held to ransom. With the help of antiquities forger Anthony J Crowley, he braves the wilds of Scotland to rescue her and keep a priceless book from falling into the hands of dangerous book thieves.

The Currents by indigo (E)

Post-End-of-the-World-that-Wasn't, a bored demon sets up a Detective Agency and obviously drags his angel counterpart in to help out. They are tasked with preventing a murder before it happens and set off to the Highlands of Scotland - where, of course, nothing works out quite the way they imagine...

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #action/adventure #mystery #murder mystery #mod d

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hanafubukki · 3 years

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Yooo~ Pls, gush about something you've been loving lately! Or mayhaps a favorite character and why you love the? Something you're looking forward to?

Anything! Take this ask to freely fan about whatever you want!

Don't feel pressured to answer though, I know life can be tough at times and happiness hard to find But it will pass, my dear. Keep fighting! I send a hug your way ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Remember to be kind to yourself, rest well, eat, and stay hydrated 💗✨

Hello Zack Dear 💝💝🌸🌸🌸🌸

It always so wonderful to hear from you 💕💕💕💕

Thank you so much for this message, it brightened up my day. 🥰🥰🥰

--response under the cut, I rambled a lot 🥰🥰🥰--

I have been really into the twisted wonderland fandom and its been bringing me akot of joy and happiness. I have also played other games, but mostly tome games. recent game have been ikemen prince, obey me, and bustafellows.

I recently realized I like cat themed characters: it was actually funny. Kiyo, Miya, kurama, Yurio, aktugawa, kenma, and im probably missing some.

my favorite characters has to be: Malleus, Lilia, Riddle, deuce, and Vil from the top of my head. I feel a connection to malleus a lot because like him, I always wanted to belong and have friends and I know what its like to be left out and the pain of it all. also I love dragons so there's that bonus too

Lilia I have such an inner connection to, I think its because of his love for family? or something that pulls me to him. I just love him.

riddle: I love him so much. he's another character that is precious to me because I know how it feels to have so many expectations, to follow the rules all the time, and bring to meet family pressure.

Vil: I love because his version of beauty is all inclusive and he's such a family person you can tell. as someone who struggle with the concept of beauty, it is honestly wonderful when you have a character basically say everyone is beautiful you know?

Deuce: is baby and I love his character development and how it makes him so relatable. must be protected at all times. he would make such a good husband

I have recently gotten in many anime, such as haikyuu, bingo stray dogs, SK8, and many more. It funs because then you get to join the fandom and get more x reader content lol

I'm actually looking forward to the future, more specifically after September is finished. I will finally will be done with school and I can finally relax and start the job hunt.

I had actually been in a pretty sad and bummed out mood because of recent bad news I have heard about my school. it really left me unmotivated and I cried many times. But I am picking myself up and pushing forward.

I have been wanting to join new fandom lately, and would love any reccommedations you have.

Reading stories has always been what brought me comfort. I have been into fanfics for almost two decades and it holds a special place in my heart. It brought be comfort in times of stress and it still does. honestly, I have been able to meet wonderful people like you because of it and I cant tell you enough how much joy it brings.

I have gotten into the habit of writing again, I haven't written fanfic in years but I learned recently its a nice way to deal with my stress and a great outlet. it is also a nice way to express my thoughts and not keep them constantly in my mind.

I have also become interested in crafting and its like is relaxing. honestly with all these new changes, im becoming this new person bit by bit and it is kind of scary but exciting you know?

I just realized I have been rambling so much, but as you can tell, this brings me joy. being in fandoms and connecting to others brings me joy. that's why its like im constantly on here because I can truly be myself here.

thank you for the hug, and know I return it X1000 🌸🌸🌸💝💝💝 (っ*´∀｀*)っ (●'◡'●)ﾉ♥

I cant express how much your message to keep fighting and that it hardship will pass brought be calm. I really needed it.

I hope you have been well as well Zack. Make sure you eat and drink water. I hope you have been finding joy and happiness.

It is always fun and exciting to see you in my timeline and in my inbox. you're always welcome to message me anytime if you want to chat. ☺️☺️☺️☺️

#hanas thoughts #answered #its been awhile since i have rambled so much #it was very thearpeutic #thank you zack #💕💕💕

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scapegrace74-blog · 4 years

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Saorsa, Chapters 17 and 18

A/N Here is the next installment of Saorsa. I’ve combined two chapters, because Chapter 17 is very short, and the two chapters are linked, only told in the alternating Jamie/Claire POV of the entire story. This time, it’s Jamie’s turn to divulge a secret.

Rather than link to all previously posted chapters, I’ll just direct those of you wanting to catch up on your Saorsa-reading to my AO3 page, where the fic is posted in its entirety.

Thank you to each of you liking and reblogging! It does my little fanfic writer’s heart good.

It was long past time to do something he’d been putting off since he first regained consciousness and realized that he had somehow leapt forward through time to a Lallybroch that was no longer his family’s estate.

There was a dusting of snow on the ground, and large, lazy flakes fell from a steel grey sky. He slipped once, climbing the low hill in the pasture beyond the stables, and swore fluently in Gaelic. His back still ached, but it was his lack of strength and endurance that truly bothered him. Accustomed to ruddy physical vigour, it hurt his pride to be a mere onlooker in the day-to-day labour about the estate.

There were trees growing up through the ancient dry-stone walls. The whole hillside had a forgotten, neglected air, but he would know the place blind-folded. He knelt in front of the largest gravestone and began peeling moss away from its chilled, damp surface.

“Halo da. Halo mam. Is e mise a th ’ann.”

Brian and Ellen Fraser had lain in this earth for more than two hundred years, but he could still remember his father’s hearty laugh, his mother’s sweet smile. The pain of losing them at a young age was still as fresh as the pink scars on his back.

He wished they could reach through the veil and guide him, just one last time.

In a few weeks, he would be fully recovered. He’d read voraciously since Claire laid her late husband’s library at his disposal. He knew what happened to the Scots who had supported the true king in the aftermath of Culloden. Treason charges. Imprisonment. Death from a thousand petty hardships. And for those who survived, the slow decay of their language, their customs, their very way of living. Here in 1942 he saw only the softest echo of his culture, of the places and people he called home.

He longed to return to his time and to his remaining family, back through the stones on Craig na Dunn and back into the story he had been writing for himself since he was a young lad. It felt dishonest to live on this estate that was no longer his, comfortable and well-fed, while back in 1746 Scotland was suffering.

But what would it serve, to return to certain bondage? And who was he to say that the stones would send him back to his time? He had carried with him from a young age a sense that he was meant for some larger purpose, that he had been forged for something bigger than sheer existence. Surely it wasn’t merely to add his name to the list of Scotland’s glorious dead, moldering away in those dusty tomes he spent his days poring over. Lallybroch’s history was already written, and it ended with the estate in the hands of a bonnie pregnant Sassenach widow carrying the child of his tormenter’s descendent.

He tried to clear his mind, to listen for words of wisdom whispered from beyond the grave.

None came.

He dashed at his eyes as tears of frustration welled up. And then he began to pray.

By the time he rose, knees stiff and cold from kneeling in the snow, he knew what he must do.

Tha toil Dhè air a dhèanamh.

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She muttered a stream of curses under her breath as snow crested the tops of her boots and spilled inside, puddling around her stockinged feet.

“Has no-one e’er remarked to ye that ye swear like a sailor, Sassenach?” Jamie said, pulling her uphill by her chilled hand.

“I only swear when provoked, you bloody bastard. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait for me to don my gloves? Or for spring, for that matter?”

Jamie didn’t respond, but he had the same nervous hum of anticipation that had glowed around him for days now. When he’d suggested they take a very unseasonable walk in the snow, she’d gone with him purely in the hope that she might glean some clue to his strange mood. It wasn’t the despondency of his earliest days at Lallybroch. At strange moments, she caught him looking at her as though trying to solve some arcane riddle written on the lines of her face. It wasn’t a lascivious glance, but it warmed her insides all the same.

Finally they came to a halt in an old graveyard she hadn’t known existed. There was a stillness about the place that held all her inquiries at bay.

“I have a strange tale tae tell ye, Sassenach, and I want ye tae hear me through afore ye speak. Can ye promise me that?”

She nodded, suddenly apprehensive what he was about to say would break her heart.

He knelt by a gravestone and dusted off its covering of snow. Taking a deep breath of frosty air, he began to talk.

“Brian Robert David Fraser met Ellen Mackenzie at a Mackenzie clan gathering in 1716. She was promised tae Malcolm Grant, but instead the pair snuck out of Castle Leoch t’gether in the ded of night. Their first bairn, William, was born nine months hence, and by then the Mackenzie were resigned tae the union, e’en though Brian was only the base born son of auld Lord Lovat. It was a love match, and they were verra happy t’gether. A daughter, Janet, followed. And eventually, another son. James. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

She gasped but didn’t dare speak.

Jamie continued with his story, seemingly speaking to himself, lost in reminiscence. It was an unfathomably detailed tale of childhood memories and family lore, and she found herself caught up in the web of words he was weaving, not stopping to question how they could possibly be true.

He spoke of his mother’s untimely death, of growing into a young man surrounded by the bucolic familiarity of home. About the burden of being the son of a lesser laird with no fortune. Going overseas as a mercenary, first for the Dutch and later for the French crown. Coming home to find the English abusing their power over the Highland Scots, being fostered to his Uncle Dougal, a committed Jacobite, and his father’s sudden passing. Feeling adrift, without the firm anchor of home, and enlisting in the Catholic cause. Fighting bravely at Prestonpans and being awarded a position of tacksman in the Jacobite army. Leading mere boys and undisciplined farmers into battle, knowing that the Scottish position at Culloden was unwinnable, but being willing to lay down his life for the cause of seeing his country free of English tyranny. Waking as a prisoner. The unbearable pain of his torture at the hands of a nameless Redcoat officer. His escape. Fleeing blindly at dawn and collapsing near death at the feet of a circle of standing stones. A magical place, left over from the time of the Old Ones. And then, silence…

She came back to herself as though waking from a profound sleep. Frozen tears crusted her lashes.

“Do ye believe me, Claire?” he asked, voice broken and unsure.

She had no rational framework on which to measure his truthfulness, so she listened to her heart. It told her that this man had no conceivable reason to invent such an incredible story. It told her that the passion and homesickness that had travelled over his face as he spoke could not be manufactured. It told her that there was a fundamental truthfulness about Jamie. It told her, above all, that this was the reason for his voiceless, stoic suffering in the weeks since he’d awoken at Lallybroch.

“Murtagh…” she whispered.

“Aye, Murtagh knows. I dinna ken what I said in my fever, but he ‘ad all sorts of strange questions when I woke. He harkens from the Isle of Lewis, ye ken, and he… weel… he’s a believer in the Old Ways, in the po’er of those stones.”

They crouched there in the snow next to a forgotten grave for so long her muscles cramped. She stared at her bare hands, twisting the gold wedding band Frank had placed on her finger in endless circles. There was little noise, except the occasional bough of fir releasing its burden to the ground.

Jamie finally stood stiffly and offered his hand. “Come, yer cold. I’ll see ye back to the house.” There was resignation in his tone, and in the set of his shoulders.

She rose but did not move nor release his hand.

“Tell me again about the stones,” she requested.

He hesitated, then described again the ring of standing stones at the top of the hill called Craig na Dunn.

“They beckoned tae me. I dinna ken how else tae say it. I was more than half ded, but I remember a hum, a force, like… like a tide that pulls ye out tae sea.”

“And then?”

“And then, nothin’. Next I kent, I was ‘wakening in the laird’s room at Lallybroch, seein’ ye watch o’er me.”

She blushed, remembering that strangely intimate moment of looking at, and then into, Jamie’s Delft blue eyes for the first time.

“Do ye believe me, Claire?” he asked again, pleading with those same inexorable eyes.

“Yes, Jamie. Yes, I believe you.”

His relief was so great he stumbled forward on watery legs, catching himself just as he fell into her embrace. Holding her there, in front of his parents’ graves, he drew his first deep breath in what felt like ages.

“Does this mean… that you’ll be leaving? Is that why you’ve told me?” She trembled in reaction.

“Nah, Sassenach. I willna say it didna cross my mind, and Murtagh offered to bring me back tae Craig na Dunn once I was healed.”

He pulled back to look into her upturned face, pale and hopeful, with eyes so deep they trapped his soul.

“But I couldna go. All tha’ awaits me in my own time is violence and death. Here, wi’ ye, I feel useful. Needed. When I traveled through the stones, they burned away all my yesterdays, but this is a fine place tae build my t’morrows. If ye’ll permit me tae stay, that is.”

She gave him another quick hug before releasing him.

“Of course. I wouldn’t know what to do without you, James Fraser.”

They grinned at one another and slowly began to make their way down the hill towards the estate. Neither seemed in a hurry to release the other’s hand.

“Jamie?” she asked as they approached the stables.

“Aye, Sassenach?”

“What made you tell me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m humbled you trusted me enough to do so. But…”

He paused in the snowy meadow and glanced upward, as though looking for an answer in the overcast sky.

“Nevermind,” she hastened to say. “Your reasons are your own, of course.”

“I ken what ye’er asking me, Sassenach. I’m only searching fer the words tae explain.” After several moments, he went on, “Have ye e’er passed a day so bonnie and blue that God ‘imself must be smilin’ o’er yer shoulder?” At her nod, he continued, “And yet all the while ye ken that if ye dinna honour tha’ day by bein’ the best version of yerself, it would disappear wi’ the wind, aye? There’s a truthfulness between us Sassenach, I believe, and I dinna want tae break it, by no’ tellin’ ye who I really am.”

Claire mulled over this declaration as they returned to the main house. Before they parted to their respective chores, she had one final thought on the matter.

“I never could have predicted what you shared with me today, Jamie. And I’m sure I’ll have more questions, with time. But on one point I’m absolutely certain. Nothing that you’ve told me or will ever tell me could change my opinion of who you truly are.”

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Halo da. Halo mam. Is e mise a th ’ann. - Hello Dad. Hello Mom. It's me.

Tha toil Dhè air a dhèanamh. - God's will be done.

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Sticky Sweets

Challenge and prompt: This is a little fic for the halloween challenge of @loki-the-fox. You can read the original post here, and the prompt is: “I hate Halloween.” I brought Loki x Venom for this one.

Summary: Loki is out on the street, trick or treating with his boyfriend, when he is send to the creepy house by his lover to spook for candy. Scary mansions on Halloween... What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: A little blood and gore, Dark!Loki

Words: 2720

A/N: I had written this fanfic a while ago and wanted to wait for the movie of Venom to come out to put it out there so I could fix some last minute inconsistencies. Turns out that I had written one big inconsistency but if I would take it out, I would lose a great portion of the fic and I did not want that. I’m not going to spoil what it is for those who haven’t seen the movie yet. Also, there aren’t any spoilers for the movie in this fic so it’s safe to read. Lastly I also think (and hope) that I’m the first one to write a Venki fic and therefore I’m going with the word Venki (Venom + Loki) as a matter of name combining. But correct me if I’m wrong on that one...

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“I hate halloween,” Loki pouted with a sour face.

“Oh, come on, you’re doing fine,” Nik quipped happily and gave the God a friendly nudge with his shoulder.

“Really? That was the fifth one this evening who said my ‘costume’ wasn’t accurate,” Loki answered bitter. “And this isn’t even a costume!” he said through gritted teeth.

“I know honey,” Nik answered him and put himself on his toes so he could peck a kiss on Loki’s cheek. “You and I know that and that is enough for me,” he snickered as Loki only gave him an exasperated look but a little smile tugged at the corner of the God’s lips at the kiss that still tingled pleasantly on his skin.

Loki hadn’t intended to fall in love with this man, a mortal on top of that, but alas, here he was and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“Now you go trick and treat at that mansion over there and I’ll go over to that house.”

“Why do I have to go to that mansion and not you?” Loki asked with a sigh.

“Because I don’t do creepy looking houses that smell of doom,” Nik said cheerfully. “Now go get them and I see you in a bit,” and he slapped Loki playfully on his behind before he bounded off to the other side of the street.

Loki shook his head and sighed. This halloween celebration was still foreign to him but he couldn’t deny the little pangs of joy it brought the God every time someone gave him candy - the need for endorsement he had lacked most of his life filling a weird kind of emptiness in his heart.

Loki pushed open the gate in front of the house, the creaking sound piercing his ears and he gritted his teeth after which he started to walk the path to the mainson.

He had been promised that after they had went from door to door they would go to a party, and at this moment it sounded a lot better to Loki than wading through this unkempt jungle of a garden which he had to pass before reaching the front door.

Loki wanted to knock on the door but as soon as he lifted his hand in the air it slightly swung open to a small crack and Loki raised his eyebrow.

When the door didn’t open further Loki placed his hand on the wood and pushed it open so he could see inside.

Nobody was there and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he entered the mainson.

The interior was old and was in the same state as the garden; not maintained in the slightest through what must have been ages for the cobwebs and dust were everywhere he looked. The God wrinkled his nose in disgust and tentivaly walked through the hall trying to decide whether he should take the staircase that led up to the higher levels, or find the stairs that led to the basement.

Loki shrugged - it didn’t matter - and he started to explore the house.

With every step the floorboards creaked under his weight and the rooms on the upper levels of the residence were devoid of life except for the bugs that scurried away in a corner as soon as Loki drew near. Most of the place was riddled with dust, the furniture worn from the many uses through the ages, and bleached from the amount of sunlight they had seen.

The cabinets and drawers were mostly empty except for the ones in the living room where some crystal glasses were still put on display and some books adorned the shelves. Loki picked up a book, his interest for the letters on paper piqued as always, but the tome crumbled under his touch, the papers lazily drifting to the floor to an unseen breeze of air.

“I hate halloween,” he murmured to himself as if he could shove the blame from the book falling apart on the mortal festivity.

The Trickster moved on through the house and found the staircase to the basement. It was dark outside and even darker in this part of the residence and Loki used his Seidr to create a little ball of light which hovered in the air with him to illuminate his path.

When he pushed the door open Loki was greeted by weird plastic strips hanging from ceiling to floor obscuring his view to what lay beyond, and he pushed past them, taking in the scene that lay before him.

If the house upstairs had looked like it belonged in the middle-ages, then this part of the house looked like it came straight out of the future, not to mention that this was the last Loki expected to be in this maison.

Behind the plastic curtains was a lab of some sorts. Glass separated the lab from the entry to the basement, some weird panels right next to a glass door but most striking of all was that time hadn’t worn it down and the place looked a lot cleaner and better maintained than the rest of the house even though the dust had also settled in on this part of the house.

Loki licked his lips and walked into the lab, the glass door falling shut behind him with a bang and Loki winched. He actually had nearly jumped out of his boots at the unexpected sound but years of training had taught him to cover up that emotion but he could still feel the shot of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He kept his breathing steady as he moved through the lab, taking in his surroundings and unaware of the dangerous Symbiote that watched his every move.

Venom had escaped his containment the moment the door had closed and he was now clung to a dark corner where the ceiling and walls met, out of reach of the weird light that hovered around the greasy haired man.

Glass cabinets were placed along the walls holding various of glass pots and test-tubes with liquids, their labels and the meaning a mystery to Loki.

In the middle of the room stood a single chair, the kind where they usually strapped someone into to keep one in control. The many brown blood stains gracing the white leather indicating that someone had been experimenting here on another being, the leather straps that were placed around the armrests torn from something that had forced his way off the chair with inhuman strength. Loki couldn’t suppress a shudder at the morbid sight and his to vivid imagination played several horrific scenarios.

The Trickster still remembered the horrors one had put him through, bringing memories of long past to the front of his mind and frightening him a little, but the ever underlying evil streak that harbored itself within the God writhed with pleasure in his being - as long as he wasn’t at the end of tortures he could somewhat appreciate it.

Next to the chair stood a trolley with some shining tools placed on them, the thin layer of dust betraying it hadn’t been used in quite some time.

Venom crawled along the ceiling to have a better look at the man on the floor. The symbiote hadn’t eaten in days after he had killed his previous host, and this human looked like a fine appetizer. Venom’s mouth watered at the thought and drool slipped from it’s maw, falling to the floor behind the chair with a soft sluggish sound that sounded way to loud in the eerie and silent laboratorium.

Loki quickly spun on his heel to see where the sound had come from but he didn’t see anything that indicated someone was there. Still he felt the goosebumps run along his spine, his gut telling him something was amiss and that sixth sense was never wrong. He peered around the lab again but there was nobody in the room yet he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched.

Loki used his Seidr to expand the magical green light that hovered with him, making it go higher and illuminating the room some more.

In the corner of the lab he spotted a device that looked like a computer. He wasn’t very familiar with the things but Nik had shown him around the device and Loki had learned quickly.

He punched a couple of keys on the keyboard and the machine flared to live. It was a little bit odd the computer worked for the fact that the mainson didn’t have any electricity as far as Loki had tried, but then again doors opened and fell shut at random so he didn’t question his fortune.

As the screen flared to life a recording of the room started to play, showing a man strapped into the same chair as was behind him and some weird black slug taking hold of the victim. Loki wasn’t sure if it killed the man on the video or did something else but going by the contorted face of the man it looked as if he was in great pains.

Loki grabbed the mouse and clicked on different icons on the computer, opening and closing videos and notes and taking in all the information.

By now Venom had slithered along the ceiling and had came to a rest there where the ceiling and wall adjourned right above the computer. The Symbiote had figured it had waited long enough, this human wasn’t interesting at all and Venom decided to pounce.

The moment Loki spotted the movement he stepped back and called forth his Seidr, creating multiple illusions of himself while he skitted away and took up residence on the other side of the room.

Venom felt a pang of delight as it noticed the many meals that were suddenly in front of it and shifted into a form that somewhat resembled a humanoid. Well, the creature looked more of an enormous black contorted Frost Giant with more teeth sharper than Loki’s daggers and splitting its black face in a macabre grin, not to mention the long and slimy tongue that snaked out between those teeth.

But what struck Loki the most were those white eyes without pupils that were far too large to resemble any form of humanoid and the muscles that rippled underneath its black skin showed that the creature probably had immense strength.

Loki wasn’t sure if he’d rather fight this monstrous being or a Bilgesnipe but as soon as Venom attacked the illusions with vigor, falling through each of them and feeding the creature’s frustration and hunger, Loki was sure he’d rather fought the latter.

“WHERE ARE YOU, TASTY HUMAN?” The Symbiote purred with a raspy voice as it slashed through another one of Loki’s illusions with black claws.

When Loki spoke he made all the illusions speak with him. “If I show you where I am you have to promise me not to eat me,” Loki chuckled, trying to cover up the terror he felt.

“TASTY HUMAN,” Venom purred and its tongue slowly flicked out of its mouth to lick one of the illusions, making it disappear on contact.

Loki shuddered at the sight; he wasn’t one to be freaked out quickly but this just looked unnatural to him. Yet the information he had gotten from the computer might prove useful and Loki decided to up his game.

He whisked his copies away and quickly casted an illusion throughout the entire lab, making it look as if they were out on the streets, the place teaming with life as dressed up people celebrated halloween.

Venom whipped its head around, its seemingly lifeless eyes taking in its surroundings and narrowing into something that Loki could only interpret as glee. With renewed enthusiasm the Symbiote lounged itself into the illusion, trying to eat an unfortunate bypasser only to slam into the wall of the lab that lay behind the trick.

“Now you see,” Loki said without showing himself, an invisibility spell cloaking him, “you can choose to eat me or you can help me to get us both out of here and you can have as many ‘tasty humans’ as you want,” Loki bargained.

If you can’t defeat them than win them over with whatever you can offer.

Venom made a raspy purring sound from deep within its chest that showed the creatures dismay at having hit a wall. It swayed its head left and right trying to determine where the spoken words had come from but it didn’t see Loki.

The Symbiote pondered the Trickster’s words for a couple of moments before shifting into a black goo, gliding over the floor and trying to seek out the God. But Loki was quick to his feet and avoided the creature by silently darting through the room, dodging the Symbiote’s search.

Venom eventually stopped his in vain search and turned to his humanoid form once more. “SNACK. YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER,” it hissed.

“Honey,” a voice suddenly echoed through the mansion. “Are you still in here?”

Loki’s eyes widened as he recognized the voice of his mortal lover and Venom whipped its head at him. A wicked grin spread across its maw and under his skin he formed spikes which he then flung across the room.

Loki had to drop all of his illusions to counter the misles the creature threw at him but he couldn’t avoid all of them and some lodged itself painfully in his skin.

In the brief moment Loki was distraught Venom pounced, shifting into his gooey form and wrapping itself around the God.

When the Symbiote tasted the first blood and flesh of Loki it was pleasantly surprised to find this creature wasn’t a mere Human but something far more powerful, and it decided to alter its plan, instead of eating it making him its new host.

As Loki was wrapped in the alien parasite he felt the creature latch on to his skin and being, and the more the Trickster got covered. With a silent scream on the his lips Loki fell to the floor as he felt the parasite fuse with his being, shifting rapidly between his Aesir form and Venoms humanoid form.

When Venom was completely fused with the God it gave Loki his body back and the God breathed hard as he tried to recover from the intrusion. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position, placing a hand on his pounding head and he sighed.

“I’m not sure if I’d rather had you’d eaten me,” Loki murmured while hauling himself to his feet.

He could feel Venom stirr within him and his emerald green eyes shifted to black marbled with white veins as the Symbiote spoke to him in his mind. “NOW, LET US PAY THAT BOYFRIEND OF YOURS A VISIT.”

Loki moved to the door of the lab and coaxed by the Symbiote he used his Frost Giant abilities to freeze the glass and shatter it. Tentative he moved up the stairs and through the house until he was in front of Nik - Loki’s eyes carrying a black haze.

“Loki? Are you okay?” he asked and carefully stepped toward his lover.

Loki felt the pangs of hunger and without warning the alien parasite took over Loki’s body, shifting it into its black-skinned humanoid form.

Niks eyes widened at the sight and he screamed. “Loki! This is not funny!” he screeched. “I know you can shapeshift into anything but this is just macabre!”

Venom let out a low rumbling purr from its chest that sounded like a mocking laugh. “SNACK,” it hissed before it opened its maw and attacked him.

Loki could only watch on in horror through the white eyes of Venom as he tore the other man asunder limb by limb, blood spraying the walls and floor, and eating him. The screams of terror the man had howled went through marrow and bone and would forever be etched in Loki’s mind.

Venom felt the Trickster’s turmoil and searched within the God, pulling on his darkest desires until Loki didn’t feel melachonical anymore - until he didn’t feel anything anymore except glee at the gore that lay at his feet.

“MORE” Venom purred and gave Loki his body back.

“I hate Halloween,” Loki said reluctantly with eyes blacker than night.

The End

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