#the essex serpent fic

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Absolution - Chapter 1/4 (Will Ransome/OC)

Will Ransome finds himself infactuated with Aldwinters newest arival, she plagues his thoughts and dreams. But theres something about her that he cant quite put his finger on.

This fic is mostly porn, demon/priest porn. Enjoy. Thank you to @jana-banana-fana for helping out with this part

Warnings: Sinful thoughts, Implied murder, Demon stuff, Religious stuff, Corruption kink, Priest kink

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Chapter 1

Lilith

Aldwinter was a small quiet town where nothing of interest happened. At least until the earthquake. Now rumours were spreading about some kind of sea creature that would eat the locals if they went in the river. And those rumours continued to spiral, some say it was just a beast, some say it was the devil. Both theories were wrong, however. Lucifer wouldn’t worry himself about a small religious town. That’s why he’d sent me in his place. I was a master at corrupting the hearts of men, spreading sin like a plague.

There had been a small cottage for rent a few months ago, which I’d snapped up before anyone else had the chance. And I’d done a pretty good job so far at fitting in, most of the town had been welcoming and there wasn’t too much suspicion around me. Well, none that related to the ‘serpent’ anyway. More of why I was here.

I mean, I understood the suspicion, a pretty, young woman who’s single and chooses to live in a dead-end town. What was her story? Was she a runaway bride, lying low until the search ceased? Was she running from an abusive husband or father? Most women nowadays were running from some kind of man in their lives, so I could understand those rumours circulating. But the truth was, I was here for one man in particular.

Will Ransome. The town’s pastor. For a pastor, he sure was handsome. If you lined up the entire town, Will stuck out like a sore thumb for his good looks. Somehow it just made him not seem to fit in with them, like he could be elsewhere doing something better. I’d targeted and tormented priests before, but this one was different. There was a kindness about him that was uncommon in men. He looked at me like I was an equal instead of just another fragile woman that needed to be shielded from the horrors of the world.

I’d never desired a mortal before, especially not a holy man. But this one I wanted all to myself. And I would have him, eventually. I would have him break his vows for me, vows he took with his wife and vows he took with his lord. He would be mine.

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Knocking on the door of the Ransome household, I waited for someone to answer. I knew at this time of the day Will would be at church, or at least being helpful around the town. Stella, his wife, and I had grown quite close. She was easy to get along with, as were their two children, Jo and John. Stella was rarely seen out of the house, only to go to church for her husband’s sake. Jo answered the door this afternoon, having finished school for the day.

“Come in,” she greeted warmly.

“How was school, Jo?” I asked.

“Everyone was talking about the serpent; people are becoming more worried about Gracie. She hasn’t been seen for two days now.”

“I’m sure she’ll turn up, probably just out with a boy.”

The truth was, she would eventually turn up. On the riverbank, cold, bloated and covered in mud. She’d wanted to atone for her sins in the river, thinking God would cleanse her. I’d gotten her first, however.

Stella appeared in the hallway, smiling kindly.

“Lily, how was London?” She asked.

Lily was my alias to avoid further suspicion. And London was to cover my absence after taking Gracie. But with a little black magic, I had gifts to cover myself further. Plus, it would get me even more in their good graces.

“Wonderful. I got you all a little something,” I replied.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense, Stella. You deserve the finer things in life as much as anyone else.”

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get some tea.”

Jo and I headed to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. After five minutes, Stella came back with a tray of tea, handing me my cup. The three of us drank tea and talked about London. Because Stella never got out of the house, she loved to hear about my ‘travels’.

First, I handed Jo her gift, wrapped in brown paper. After thanking me, she tore the paper off and opened the box. Inside were a pair of new shiny black leather boots, which Jo eagerly tried on. She thanked me once again before I handed Stella her gift. Stella carefully unwrapped the paper to reveal a green silk scarf. She glanced at me in disbelief at my generosity, something like that would have been expensive. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Lily, this is beautiful. I can’t-“ Stella began.

“I insist you keep it. The green brings out your eyes.”

“Then I insist you at least stay for dinner. So that I can show you my gratitude.”

“Dinner sounds delightful. Will, Will be joining us? I wanted to give him his gift.”

“He shouldn’t be much longer, but we both know how terrible he is at keeping track of time,” Stella joked.

“We do,” I replied with a short laugh.

A few minutes later, John came in from the back garden, removing his shoes before he could track mud into the house. I gave him his gift, a shark’s tooth encased in glass, which could also double as a paperweight. He’d recently taken a big interest in sharks, claiming it was the only thing that made science lessons bearable.

I helped set the table, insisting on making myself useful before Stella could scold me. Within half an hour, Will finally arrived home, hanging up his coat and removing his shoes before joining us in the dining room.

“Lily, what a pleasant surprise. How was London?” He asked, looking pleased to see me.

“It was great. But I’m glad to be back home.”

“Are you staying for dinner?”

“Stella said it was alright, unless I’d be getting in the way.”

Jo and John came in to greet their father, the moment now passed. Stella came in with dinner, exchanging a chaste kiss with her husband. I wondered how his lips would feel against mine, how soft they would be, how hesitant he would be. The five of us sat around the table, Will saying a prayer before we ate. He didn’t mind that I had no faith, nor did he force me to join in with their traditions. It was rare to come across such a respectful man, more so a respectful priest.

“No. Not at all. You know you’re always welcome.”

I smiled at him, meeting his gaze shyly. There was a moment of silence between us, both of us unable to look away from each other. This wasn’t the first moment we’d shared together. Many a time had I caught him starting, that we’d shared so many unspoken words. But he was a married man of God, I knew I had to be the one to make the first move. But in that time, I could plant plenty of seeds so he wouldn’t resist me when I finally made my move.

Will asked more questions about London, genuinely interested. Most conversations around a dinner table were to fill the silent void, forcing such trivial topics like the weather. Perhaps I was more interesting to talk to than his wife. Although Stella herself seemed happy for the conversation, glancing at her husband with a smile.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear him talk about something other than the church. Promise you won’t leave again anytime soon and you’ll always be welcome for dinner to loosen him up a little, you know how rigid he is,” Stella teased.

Eventually, the conversation turned to the serpent. Jo was still understandably anxious and sought reassurance from her father. Will seemed anxious to talk about it himself, as if the mere existence of it questioned everything he had previously believed. He didn’t know if to think it was the devil like everyone else, and the implications of what that meant terrified him more. If the devil were here, how would he protect them?

I couldn’t help but smirk, meeting Will’s gaze across the table.

“Oh, I’ve been told I’m great at relieving tension,” I replied, not taking my eyes off him.

Will swallowed, only able to hold my gaze a few seconds more before guilt filled his eyes. Lately there had been a lot of guilt in them, I could only imagine the thoughts he had about me, each one more sinful than the last. I wonder if he dreamt of me, dreamt of the things he’d like to do with me with his sleeping innocent wife only centimetres from him. I could imagine him waking in the night, ashamed of his arousal and desperate to hide it from her.

After dinner, Will excused himself to his study, likely to determine what verses he would read tomorrow morning at mass. I gave it half an hour before knocking on the door to announce my presence. Will smiled kindly, giving me the go ahead to come in. I closed the door behind us, so we could truly be alone uninterrupted.

“I got you a little something,” I mentioned.

“Stella mentioned you’d gotten us all gifts; you really didn’t have too.”

“I wanted to. You’ve all been so kind and welcoming, especially you.”

I handed him his gift, his fingers brushing against mine as he went to take it. But instead, his touch lingered for a few moments longer than necessary. We shared another glance, wondering if the other would make a move. Now wasn’t quite the time yet, even if we were alone in his study. Finally, he pulled away, unwrapping his gift. Will smiled at the sight of another leather-bound book to add to his many stacked shelves.

“Thank you, Lily. This was very thoughtful of you,” Will said.

“I would have brought you more, but it wouldn’t have been fair on the children,” I teased.

“Nor would it have been good to play favourites.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Will fell silent at the implication of my words, unsure how to respond. Smiling softly, I knew not to press it any further tonight.

“I’m going to head home before it gets too dark, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” I mentioned.

“Yes, of course. Do you need me to walk you home?”

I smiled; the offer was tempting. It may even have sped things along between us. But perhaps another night. Right now, I was enjoying the tension too much.

The night air was cold, but not unpleasant. Everything seemed calm, not even a breeze disturbing the trees or grass. During the walk home, there wasn’t a single person I passed. Not even a child playing outside before bed. They were all too afraid of the serpent, thinking their homes would protect them. They would. For now.

“I’ll be alright. Goodnight, Will,” I replied.

“Goodnight.”

Turning, I headed for the door. I couldn’t help but glance behind me as I opened it, finding him watching me leave. His gaze lingered, and he offered me another smile. Returning the gesture, I left his study and said goodnight to the rest of his family before heading home.

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❍ Will Ransome x f!reader

❍ written for @muddyorbs 14 days of Valentines event

warnings 18+ eventual smut, memory loss - retrograde amnesia, soft foreplay

A strange feeling swirled like a thunderstorm in your brain as you tried to open those heavy lids.

Groaning from the rays of sunshine invading your sensitive eyes, they fluttered open, numerous outlines slowly becoming recognizable.

You didn’t know where you were at first but the nightstand on your left was weirdly familiar, a glass of water waiting on top of the wooden surface. Still overwhelmed by the headache and several hurting limbs you reached out to the glass, took a few sips and placed it back.

Then, for the first time since you woke, you turned to your right. 

“Darling! You are awake“ a foreign man said gleefully, a broad smile spreading on his handsome face as his arms quickly extended in your direction.

Why on earth was there a stranger, no two strangers in your bedroom?

Squeaking and prepping yourself on flattened palms, you scooted away from the man whose oceanic gaze dramatically dropped the second you reacted. With the few skittish glances you took, it was unmistakable that the other man on the right was a doctor.

Where you seriously ill?

“Don’t touch me“ it blurted out of you, hands fumbling with the eiderdown to cover your cleavage on full display by a loose nightgown. 

The man flinched, however, the reached out hand froze where he held it like a still standing offer. God, who was this pervert thinking he could just come with along with the doctor and call you pet names. 

Or perhaps he was a doctor as well?

Somehow, it felt like a fever dream, your thoughts still skittish and intangible while a wondrously handsome man wordlessly begged for your touch. 

“Are you still hurt? Dove, please talk to me“ his soothing baritone rung in your ear for the first time, sounding like it could’ve been god himself calling you up to him. Where you to die? 

Shaking your head, loose hair flying along, you tried to grip a reasonable reflection on the whole scenario that was all too weird.

Where were you manners, you asked yourself trying to concentrate on reality rather than the puffy irritation in your brain. There must be a simple explanation for those two gentleman to look after you. 

Why-ever the handsome brown haired with the ethereal speck of ginger in those loose waves was calling you darling, though, remained a pressing riddle.

“I- apologies doctor. I am just moderately unwell“ you spoke, volume kept low to not overstrain your palpably strained mind. Somehow you just assumed the fine man in his puffy white shirt and the brown vest to be a practitioner as well. 

Watching his face twitch and eyebrows slant in what seemed like a last ray of hope, he leaned closer to you, the magical ban of those steel blue orbs keeping you in place. “Y/n Ransome… I beg you. Do not play games on me after yesterday’s accident“.

“Y/n Ransome“ you murmured to yourself, concentrating on the sound of your first name with this certain last. It didn’t fit. It didn’t seem right, no, this wasn’t your correct full name.

The second man sitting farther in the corner just watched you through narrowed eyes, rubbing his chin as if he was analyzing you. Repeating your silent murmur in a deep whisper, the fine man who had called you darling became utterly confused, lips screwing shut. 

Perhaps they landed in the wrong room of your parent’s huge farm house. It had -how many rooms were there again, you wondered, brows furrowing in deep confusion.

“You must be mistaken. My name is not Ransome“ you said gaze directed at the two man again. 

The one close to you snorted, shooting up from the chair, looking like he was about to get in bed with you. Panicking you pulled the duvet even closer, pivoting to the left.

Away from the man you would have laid with if met differently. 

“Will“ the black haired man in the back began, his tone gaining urgency as he continued to talk “Please let me. Just a moment“.

It sounded like a question though. 

Will, as you now knew, nodded in defeat, eyes as blue as the north sea water on a sunny day. You could get lost in him. Who was this fine stranger your heart yearned to know? 

Boldness from god knows where let you investigate every inch of his face. It was almost rude staring but you couldn't help it.

Oh, there was something about him, something magical and so deeply soothing that it almost excused his intrusive behavior. Perhaps he looked familiar after all? A new inhabitant of Aldwinter?

No…

“Yn?” The second man called out for your attention, your eyes quickly distracted and jumping from Will to the doctor. 

“If you’re last name name is not Ransome, what is it then?”

You couldn’t help yourself but giggle at his stupid question. A thing you could ask a preschooler. But your brows twitched for a short moment when you heard the blonde man next to you chuckle lightly. 

Was this fun to him? Or was he just happy that whatever accident had allegedly befallen you hadn’t left any serious injury? 

Pulling your gaze back to the black haired man, you didn’t spend a single thought on his question. It was ridiculous. 

“What kind of medical examination is that?” You started quipping “Of course I know my last name, it’s…”

And then your face dropped, exited hands freezing and sinking back down onto the duvet. His question was simple however, you couldn’t answer. 

Slowly your completely derailed expression met Will’s who seemed just as shocked as you, palms pressed against his temples, fingers flowing in line with the creases on his forehead. Those wonderful blue eyes were widened however, the hue of hope was nearly dried out.

“I’m- I’m supposed to know this“ you whispered, rocking back and forth like a disturbed child. 

The doctor came closer, one hand resting supportingly on Will’s shoulder before he spoke “I'm afraid my worst misgiving has come true. The accident has caused retrograde amnesia but I don’t yet know how long it will last“. 

“Wha- What d you mean how long it will last?“ 

Two painful weeks of learning things that once had been a matter of course and getting disappointed in your damaged memory were behind you when you made you way to the office room in your spacious house. 

To see your husband Will Ransome.

It still sounded like a made up fairytale a drunken fellow began to tell with his tenth mug of beer pivoting in his perilous grip.

The vicar was a dreamy man; calm, collated and blissfully charming. Not to forget the fine way he looked with his white puffy shirts, sleeves rolled up and first top buttons undone. And those eyes… 

To your heart it was no wonder your previous you had married him. 

However, things always got more complicated when the complexity of a human brain got involved. As it was with you. 

People were giving you weird, somehow pitying looks, some even constantly visited you do see whether you would remember names and things now, after the accident. It was surely well, mostly good will thriving in the people of Aldwinter but you desperately needed to be seen as normal again.

Although you still were far from reaching your old, normal state of mind, it didn’t hinder you from craving a bit of the normality an unlucky fate had stolen from you.

And this prior reality, this life you had built up also meant a healthy relationship to your husband. 

And there you were wearing a flimsy, silky nightgown with no underwear, fresh out of the bathtub with hair smelling like flowering roses. On your way to seduce your husband. You wanted him to show you what got destroyed, to override your empty memories with something unforgettable.

Candle light was casting sinful shadows on Will’s sharp features as you spotted him sitting on his desk and probably musing for what to talk about in his upcoming Easter Sermon. The beard lit up in a gingerly tone, almost mingling with the flames while his dark blonde hair fell in fluffy waves leading down to one of his notorious white shirts.

Naturally, it hung open and displayed his chiseled chest with a sluttish undertone.

God, you had difficulties restraining yourself around him for the last two weeks. It was a costant fight of mind against heart and body who had traitorously teamed up to pour oil in your newly aflame fire of lust. 

Tonight it shall happen you told yourself, feeling that you were ready to enter this reality again.

Sighing, Will propped his chin on his thumbs, palms pressed together in front of his nose. A desperate pose yet he looked like carved marble.

You crept up on him like a silent Jaguar on a mission, slowly hoisting your hands to let them rest on his shoulders.

The vicar flinched from the sudden, unexpected touch until your breathy “shhh“ soothed his strained nerves. 

Beginning to apply pressure on the strings of muscle lying underneath white fabric, you could feel him relax again, the low hum escaping his mouth surrounded you like a hord of butterflies fleeing straight in your belly.

It tickled whenever you heard him speak.

“My darling… what you doing down here this late?“ Your husband asked, his reflection in the mirror orange from licking flames, eyes softly shut and mouth curled in a silent smile. Visibly at peace. 

A peace that was only to find in a halcyon normalcy; a state you wanted to fully dive in again. 

You couldn’t help but blush at the true nature of your late visit, a few seconds of pregnant silence forcing you to say something. “I- well, I simply wanted to look after my husband who is working so hard to please his people“.

Half the truth half secrecy was the path you chose. 

It was far too early to simply sneak up on him whispering that you craved his body close to yours, your limbs entangled with his and his cock deep…

“I’m doing fine, y/n. Really. This speech just won’t write itself“ Will’s deep chuckle interrupted your unholy cascade of lust making you focus on the massage again.

Hell, you were nervous. Just as nervous as in the many mornings a dream about your husband got you occupied during breakfast, watching Will greedily licking honey from his dexterous digits.

Your eyes darted back up to meet his reflection, the delighted oceanic gaze melting within yours when he returned the glance. They were full of love and warmth, just like his whole demeanor as you had learned again.

Those emotions consumed you, no, it had swallowed you whole since you knew who he was. 

Eventually his eyes let you make a decision in an instant. Almost instinctively when you drank him in.

Dragging your hands up towards the defined apex of his neck, you lowered your head letting it rest right next to Will’s while fingers drew small circles around his Adam’s apple. Muscle and veins popped out when he raked his head, moulding into your touch like you had never experienced before. 

Well, technically you did but seeing it now, watching him give in to you and shatter his guard for you to explore his soul was utterly touching. Almost made you cry if there wasn’t the growing arousal pooling in your panties…

“Perhaps a creative pause will do” you cooed right in his ear, eyes catching the soft hair on his skin shooting up like loyal soldiers. Loyal to your touch, your voice.

Those velvety lips you had started kissing again a week ago were slowly curled up in a cunning smirk, the ginger hue of his beard glowing redder than ever. 

Feeling him rocking back in the chair, spinning it slowly on one foot you soon found yourself facing him, your husband. It was magical, feeling like a steel blue jinx you would never want to escape. 

Humming in gentle approval Will’s lips met yours when you straddles his lap. Feeling his mouth twitch at your sudden boldness you couldn’t suppress a giggle as sweet as honey. 

“My beautiful wife, I told you it can wait” the vicar murmured in between loving kisses, his slick tongue invading your mouth, toying with your tongue in a feverish manner. 

You snaked your arms around his neck shifting on his lap what drew a coarse moan from your husband’s starved lips. A sinful sound yet so heavenly to hear.

“Will, please... I- I want things to be normal again” you whispered, the plea skittishly peeking out of your low voice. 

He knew. You had been fighting for status quo since the day you woke up, working hard and thriving. 

But this, this very special request was taking him by surprise.

“Darling, I love you so. But are you sure you're ready to take such a big step?” his soothing baritone rung close to your ear, interrupted by a sharp hiss as you dragged your crotch across his hardening cock. “G-God you temptress. Are you s-sure?”. 

“I’ve dreamt of you, Will” you breathed, hips becoming more and more demanding, searching the friction of grinding against his rock hard member. 

It felt like salvation even though completely unfamiliar to your wounded mind. A healing balm perhaps. 

A quiet squeak left your sealed lips when two strong hands dug in the flesh of your hips, keeping you pressed onto his clothed cock. “I want you to swear that you feel ready, dove. I would never push you to sleep with me” 

For a second your breath ran cold, a sugary pill of anxiety swallowed. You had done it before only unbeknownst to your damaged mind.

Of course the blonde man saw your brows slant.

“You are my wife and I have sworn before god to protect and revere you” he began, raising a gentle hand to lovingly tug a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips leaving a sizzling sensation.

Well, you wanted him. There was no waiting.

“Tell me about that dream, sweet woman” Will coaxed more to bubble out of your heating body, your naked feet wrapped around his calves and torso held tight by the vicars strong arms. 

Home, as you recognized it.

“At night, w-when I sleep-” you started, voice trembling like a lamb exposed to the wolf and cheeks blushing cherry red. Get a grip, you told yourself, he was your husband for god's sake. 

���What exactly are you dreaming of my little angel?” 

He was impatient. A lusty vicar waiting for you to finish your lewd prayers. 

“Of you... a-and me. How you make love to me in our bedroom and moan my name. How you feel between my thighs and- and deep inside“.

“I see“ Will chuckled, leaning forward to take over your play of seduction. The deep shouldering echo of his voice felt close as his perfect teeth ghosted across your pulse point, lips embracing your soft skin.

The friction became as hot as the fire blazing wildly in your fireplace, a thin layer of sweat making your skin glow.

Humming against your neck, taking in your scent Will's mind replayed the thousands of nights he had been intimate with you. For you it would be like a first so the vicar had to be careful, had to restrain his deepest desires.

“Promise, dove. Promise me that you tell me if something doesn't feel good“.

“I swear“ you panted, hair sliding down your shoulders when you cocked your head and bounced on his bucking hips.

A feeling you had forgotten you craved so bad. A feeling far beyond your most erotic dreams.

“Good girl“ Will's breath felt like a flame licking at your body, igniting and nourishing the fire of lust simmering inside your body.

Then, suddenly, he stood up, hoisting you on your wobbly knees before hasty hands began to shuffle your nightgown. Nodding with a meek smile, the blonde man accepted your consent eventually coaxed the silk off.

You stood naked before him; your fully clothed husband.

“You're heaven sent, y/n. Nothing but god's most beautiful angel“.

The words of praise dripped from his mouth like a heady cocktail of love, admiration and awe. A mixture you would never of no matter how hard it might have been to fight your way back.

One of his big hand was wrapped around the back of your throat, the other caressing and twisting your nipples just right.

A deep sigh ascended your mouth, muscles beginning to relax while the lusty heat crept up on your every cell.

“I will be gentle, dove“ the vicar purred against your cleavage, his body weight pushing you backwards until you sunk down, laying on a fluffy lambskin rug.

Closer to the fire burning right next to you, closer to being burnt by your own fire. A fortuitous metaphor.

“I trust you“ you whimpered when Will's strong hips weaved in between your legs, the soft fabric of his pants brushing your sensitive nud. Gasping, the whirlwind of desire was about to swallow you while your husband purred the sweetest of praises with his right hand traveling down your exposed body.

“I will make you feel so good... Let me worship my dazzling wife just how she deserves“.

And your legs dropped further open without a grain of reluctance. At the newfound access you felt his fingertips caress your slick folds. “Will-“ you didn't even knew what it was you wanted but all your mind knew was him.

Your handsome husband smiling down at you with desire in his oceanic orbs, flames still casting moving shadows on his sharp features and the orange light giving him an ethereal halo.

He was a god himself.

It was perfect. The rosy, harmonic normalcy you craved was wrapping you in a blissful haze far beyond your best imagination.

“Dove?“ the question was low, carefully placed with his fingers resting and circling around your entrance. Your eyes darted up to meet his, the deep blue hues drowning every last speck of insecurity.

“Hm?“ you hummed against his lips, relishing in the feeling of his weight gently pressing against you as he sunk down to kiss you. “Be honest with me b-but... would it be too much to ask if I claimed you right here?“.

Sizzling shivers ran down your spine at his request. But there was no fear nor anxiety like it had been for the past time. Just him and the gleeful renaissance of a familiar passion.

“Make love to me, Will“ you finally breathed in his ear, hands fumbling with a strand of his hair to keep him close, near the exited heart hammering in your rising chest.

Where his soul lied.

It was never lost, you now realized. Maybe you were denied access but the spark, no matter how small it might have been after the accident, was the eternal one, burning with a matter of course you would never fathom.

“As you wish, milady“ your husband smirked, propping himself on one elbow, velvet lips never leaving your face.

“I- I missed this... you“.

But instead of a real answer you heard his belt unbuckle with a promising clink, the hot tip of his cock soon brushing through your folds.

Your breath got caught on your throat, eyes widened and glued on his reassuring smile that brought you to relax again in a ridiculous instant.

“I know this might be all knew to you again, dove“ he began panting in your ear, voice descending in deeper, purely masculine octaves “But you will soon be howling my name again“.

And with that vow of pleasure he lined himself up, your fingers clasping in the white shirt when your husband slowly inched inside of you. His filthy mouth only added to the overwhelming feeling of being filled, stretched out so good by the man you learned to love. Once again.

“W-Will, ohh godd“.

“Shhh... I know, love, I know“ the vicar soothed your agitated mind, eyebrows slanting in pleasure he had missed for so long. A blissful pleasure only you were able to grant him.

When he bottomed out, a strangled moan of his name drowned the cracking fire, echoing through the whole room, each wall perfectly reflecting the cry of ecstasy. Only to harmonize like a poem with his own groans and unholy cusses.

He felt like heaven, like the ultimate salvation he always preached about.

“Good girl“ Will rasped, hosting himself on his palms, ready to fuck you like he knew your body would remember. “I- I will nghh fuck make up for the time we've lost, darling. I don't care if I miss tomorrow's morning mass“.

And of course he did miss the mess, spending the whole night and morning entangled with his wife, gifting her a hundred precious memories life had taken.

thank you for reading my boos :) I hope I did the 14 days event justice with this little piece. Since the event is about 'firsts' -> this is my very first Will Ransome fic 💜

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Violet: Chapter 1, Providence

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Summary: The solitary Reverend Ransome leaves the empty nest of his home in Essex, beginning his life as a professor in London. His expectation of a contemplative religious life as a pious widower is complicated by an odd and alluring foreign student, Violetta Vespero. How can the conflicted vicar keep his gaze and worship skyward with such delicious temptations before him on Earth?

Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) x Original Female Character

CW: Sacrilege all over the place, slow Burn to smut, angst, multi-parter, probably pretty historically inaccurate  

Chapter 1: Providence

Will reclined in his modest room in the spartan London seminary. He had trouble sleeping in the sea of noise that roiled in the city streets every night. It was a shock to him after the quiet countryside of Essex, but he couldn't stay in that home any longer. The emptiness of it after all the life it contained was too much to bear. Stella, his beautiful delicate blue star of the sea had returned to her maker. Cora had abandoned him for a life of chasing after her fossils; her Biblical monsters buried in the clay of creation, though Cora would never think of it that way.

And the children...his beloved precocious precious children were adults now, living adventurous lives of discovery, growing into the full forms of themselves. How he missed the weight of them in his arms as he read to them when they were small. It seemed like eons ago now, and he was beginning to feel like one of Cora's skeletal beasts, buried under the sands of time.

So it was that the reverend found himself nearing the age of fifty, walking the floorboards of an empty house which once held the footprints of so many. It felt as if everyone he loved had moved on to new places and adventures to fuel their curiosity except for him. He pondered, in his little dormitory room, how he ended up here, and why. What was it he really wanted?

It seemed like an act of providence when his friend from divinity school, Father Grant, visiting one rainy day, offered a position at a ladies' college in London.

“It shouldn't be difficult work for a clever mind like yours, Will,” said Father Grant. “They're looking for a well-educated man of good character to teach the classics, literature, humanities, divinity...perhaps also foreign languages.”

“I'm not Catholic, Paul.” Will said, his deep voice almost a croak from lack of use. Aside from his hour at the pulpit every Sunday, Will cloistered himself these days, giving up his walks to visit parishioners, in favor of solitary ones in the salt air to nurse his loneliness.

“It doesn't matter, Will. These damn Jesuits are in favor of scholarly advancement and a diversity of teachers, regardless of sect. They now welcome professors with open arms so long as they show fair enough morals and credentials,” Paul huffed as if it was all an annoyance to him, but Reverend Ransome smiled, knowing his friend to be progressive and enlightened at heart, just glad for a chance to grumble.

“You said it wouldn't be difficult. It sounds like their standards are quite high.”

“Well yes, but the students are all women. Docile delicate things, either preparing themselves to be entertaining trophies for rich husbands, or readying themselves for the convent and teaching brats in the Lord's service.”

“Paul,” Will said disapprovingly, “Shame on you for being so dismissive of women. The world is progressing past such notions. Watch out, lest it leave you behind.”

Father Grant gave a deep belly laugh. “Me, Will? I think you have to worry about that a good deal more than I do.”

Ransome tapped his teacup back down with defeat and realized, begrudgingly, that his old friend was very right. By the time Grant left, Will had shaken his hand and found himself preparing to enter a new life in the city.

Now, here he was, laying in his uncomfortable bunk, in his private room, kept awake by the city noise and nervous for his first day of teaching.

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Don't be afraid, I'll be here.

ONE SHOT

TOM’S CHARACTER:WILL RANSOME

PAIRING:WILL RANSOME/JO RANSOME

GENRE:DRAMA,HURT/COMFORT,SPANKING,DISCIPLINE FICTION,CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

WARNING:This article deals with the disciplinary spanking of Jo and deviates from the original episode of The Essex Serpent. If you find this unacceptable, please do not open it.

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The dark swamp was beyond sight, the girls with heavy crosses around their necks, mumbled a sad eulogy, their palms soaked with dried blood belonging to the goats.

The swamp was bubbling under, but the girls, as if possessed by a demon, walking in groups toward the depths of the water, until they disappeared at the end of the darkness.

Will watched all this on the distant plain, and could not stand by.In this terrifying scene instinctively, he runs desperately toward their part. He needs to save these children, these innocent and frightened by supposed myths, supposed nonexistent evil creatures.

He shuttled through one muddy slope after another, and the mysterious swamp and time race, but until he missed the last girl, he can only hear the girl's last sad murmur.

"Dad，Please help me!!!!"

Will then realized that the familiar voice, which he had failed to catch, was his only daughter, Jo.

"Jo!!!!!"

Will woke up from his nightmare. He was sweating and his hands trembled a little without fully awake.He looked around and saw the Stella sitting by the bed and helping him wipe his sweat.This are Gracie's countless nightmares since his accidental death.

"...Stella."Will pinched his clenched forehead, trying to calm his voice." I had a nightmare again. Where has Jo gone?"

Stella handed a cup of hot water and put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "She went to class with John,and they saw you slept not well today,so she didn't wake you up.what's up?"

Will sighed, and tried to say something, the gate was pounding, and Jonah ran in, seemingly frightened,which like the day that Gracie's body was found.

"Father..."His voice had a broken gong in his voice, but Will heard a clear pathos.

"Jonah, what's wrong?"Will straightened his clothes and stood up to help him when Jonah shook his head, with two frightened, muddy tears streaming down his face." Father, Naomi...For Naomi, she...."

"she...."

"Her dead body....On the shore after the low tide....Has been found."

Naomi's timidity came before him a few days ago, and Will was almost there until the sound of broken porcelain at the door awakened him.

By the time he chased out,the indistinct human was disappeared at the end of the wasteland.

Naomi's funeral was held at the church, the girl who was the target of public criticism a few days ago is now lying in the cold coffin, even the once cold and manic Matthew has shed tears in the sad atmosphere.

Henry became unprecedented depressed, he fainted several times in the eulogy and elegy.The loss of his two daughters in half a month shattered the industrious and simple widower. Will held his hand and said "God is with you", but the fact and the scene in the dream overlap everywhere, and Will's heart was already confused.

He could not imagine whether if one day his two children had suffered the same bad luck as Gracie and Naomi, he could stand idly like the empty Henry at this moment.Or, he might just break down, he thought.

Once again the gray atmosphere of sorrow and horror hangs over the gray town and the funeral ended in that atmosphere.

Will was the last one to leave from the church.He walked alone toward his house in the boundless wasteland, passing by the river as the water rose, and stopped, staring silently at the water for a few seconds, with a long sigh against the waters that had taken too many lives.

The sense of powerlessness and the boundless river in front of him, almost can drown the small him.

For the first time in decades, he had strong doubts about his faith.

He has always believed in and respected the gods.Over the past few decades, God and Essex villagers have used him as a bond, and he replaced God and vowed to protect the entire Essex villager , but he failed to protect his villagers, even just two young girls.

He never believed in snakes.But one after another, the accident took away too many innocent young lives, but also completely destroyed the small town crumbling calm.

Only when the wind by the water stung his cheek did he find himself in tears in his meditation, and he breathed a long breath and decided to give himself more time to think.His wife and children were still waiting for him at home, so he thought.

Until the thin figure in the distance appeared in his vision.In such a cold night, such a thin figure is really too striking and out of place.The cold wind reminded Will that the scene was not a dream, so he tried to focus with tears, and finally restore the clear moment, he once again like the same of a net column on the shore.

The figure is so familiar that even the scene has been played in his mind countless times.

Will lost all his thinking ability in an instant, but his muscular instinct was directly awakened, with countless same scenes in the dream.He almost stumbled in the dark wilderness, even if he almost was dizzy in the fast sprint, but he still could not stop chasing the visible death.

The figure was like summoned by the dark water, until she finally got into the cold, dark water.Will's inner panic is like a concrete transformation into a real big snake, and he seems to feel that in a moment, the so-called giant snake is chasing him at his feet.And he can not escape, a dark confrontation, as long as the snake wants, it can swallow him anytime and anywhere.

Yet he could not not run, because before his limited eyes, the snake's next target, was his daughter.

The sun disappeared into the sky in the last cloud, and a second before the darkness obscured his whole sight, Will finally stepped into the water.He swam desperately in the water until he finally hugged the girl with only the eyes, ears and nose on the water.

The snake at the foot suddenly turned into an ash and disappeared.

The girl's consciousness is awake, her body shivering under the cold water, her closed eyes in constant tears, until she was wrapped with a familiar taste of dry warm clothes, she carefully opened her eyes, she opened her mouth, seems to want to say a lot of things, but in the end she can only make simple syllables.

"Dad...."

Will's chest was still up and down, and so much happened that day, especially in the critical moment to stealing his daughter from death, which made him recover for a long time.Until the girl's cowardly whisper mixed with the wind and water sound into his ears, he in this little catalyst, finally can no longer suppress their own emotions.

Anger and fear went to his head. Ignoring his aching limbs and buzzing brain, he picked up the shivering little girl lying on the ground, pulled her into his arms, and smacked her bottom in an almost venting manner.

"Jo Ransome!What are you doing?How dare you?!!!"

Mixed with the river that could not completely evaporate, Will slapped the wind on the girl's poor, almost invisible hip, and the already soaked fabric only doubled the pain.The girl was sore and afraid, and her tears fell on her father. Now, the only thing she could do was to hold her father's equally wet clothes tightly, and find some poor security by holding him.But even so, she could not say a word, even any of her cry and cry.

Until Will's reason finally recovered in a single instant, and the anger was diluted, urging him to recover. He looked at the girl who hugged himself and endured his anger and pain, and finally realized what he had just done.He was in a visible panic, then his hands trembled, and he didn't even know if he should embrace his daughter back.

The wind of the night grew colder with time, and the cold mixed with fear and pain invaded the girl's body. Even before Will was able to apologize, Jo's thin body slipped from him.

The little girl who fainted still developed a high fever when she was carried home.

She lay in bed, her thin body as hot as a piece of charcoal, her closed eyes still with tears unwiped. Will did not change his clothes, just sat in the door of the room, listening to Stella busy in the door, he felt his heart even colic.

Will opens his eyes as the firelight in the room goes out, and Stella comes out of Jo's room, but the worried eyes of her does not disappear when she stare at her husband.

She closed the door, walked up and sat next to Will. " Jo is already asleep."Stella felt the man's shudder as she held Will warmly." What happened, Will?"

Looking at the silent man, Stella didn't compromise as before, and she continued asking, " Will, you need to tell me, this is our daughter.I think I have a right to know."

After another brief silence, Will finally could not help but express his vulnerability to his wife, he painfully buried his cheeks in the palm of his hand, hot tears finally seeping through his fingers, " Stella, we are about to lose Jo...I have lost her many times in my dream, and I can't lose her anymore."

Stella was stunned, got up and held her fragile lover in her arms. " Jo is asleep in the house, she is safe now, Will, calm down."

She has never seen such a heartbreaking moment for her calm lover, and most of the time he was peaceful and rational.In church, he always arranged his emotions and calm his restless villagers.Even if he had looked tired and sad, he could well organize his emotions in front of his wife and children, and calm her uneasiness again and again.

But this time, he collapsed.

His body trembled slightly with the tears, he wanted to suppress but still can not hide the cry, always reminding Stella that her lover is not a god,most of the time, his self-digestion is the protection of his family and villagers.

"Will, don't be afraid, I'm here, and Jo and John."

For a while, only Will's heavy whining and their breathing were left in the room.Will finally arranged his mood in the relative quiet, he breathed a long breath, stopped the hug at a moment, then his eyes that lived in the vast blue ,which is now covered with tired, finally willing to lift, and look at his wife.He seemed to make up a big determination, and his voice was still sad, saying, " I hit Jo,almost out of anger, I knew she would hurt, and I knew I shouldn't, which scared her."

"But I was so afraid, I almost, just in the dream, Stella, I was really afraid."

"I couldn't control my emotions, this was the first time...."

Will seemed to have something more to add, but he could say nothing at this moment.Seeing her lover's unusual depression, Stella sighed gently and threw him into her arms again, " Jo won't blame you, Will.She should be sad too because she worries you."

"If you really struggle, why not wait until she wakes up or gets better and talk to her?"

Will looked up, and in Stella's positive and supportive eyes, his trembling heart, just almost faltering, finally subsided in an instant.

In the evening, about a week after the disturbance, Jo knocked on his study door before Will.

"Come in , Jo."Will did not seem to expect Jo's coming, he quickly stood up from his desk, his little girl is thinner after the ordeal visible.He took her into his arms and suddenly felt a little sour.

The silent tenderness between father and daughter stays for a moment until Jo opens mouth before Will.

"...Sorry, dad, it worried you."

"I...I'm sorry."

The little girl seemed to use a great deal of courage, and her voice trembled, but her eyes fell earnestly and firmly into Will's eyes, and she said, " Father, please punish me."

Will's hand, which was helping her daughter smooth her hair, suddenly stopped. He stepped back and looked Jo up and down before confirming that her daughter was serious.He was almost surprised to speak, " Oh, no, Jo..."

"I haven't apologized to you yet, Jo, by the river that day...."Will didn't say any more things."What you need is rest and cake, not..spanked and punished,my little kid."

"You need not apologize to me for that day."The little girl said seriously," I deserve it."

Will gently frowned,then shook his head, and carefully corrected her. " No, Jo, that's not what you have to accept."

"In fact, you don't have to apologize to anyone.If you just want us to apologize to me, Stella and John, then I want to tell you: you have been forgiven and you should believe me."

Jo's suppressed courage was punctured by Will's word.She nose a sour, once again into Will's arms.

"It's not your fault,Jo."Will carefully hugged the thin little girl in her arms, her daughter's sensible almost broke him heart, she was so thin and seemed could be blown down by the wind, her body was slightly trembling with crying.

Feel Jo shook his head after hearing his words, Will looked down to let go, gentle eyes into the little girl's evasive eyes, he seriously and sincere looked at his daughter is falling into the emotional vortex again, seriously shook his head to correct her, " Jo, looking at me."

"You're a great girl, you're brave and strong, keeping secrets for a long time, something many people can't do, right?"

"I...It was just very sad that I couldn't save them."Jo said softly.

"It's not your fault."Will sighed gently and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes." Their unfortunate departure was unexpected, but it pushed us closer to the truth, Jo, God would take care of them for us before we found it."

Jo finally finds peace in Will's soft comfort.For a while she looked up, bright eyes once again into Will's eyes, which just the same, sincere request in.

Will looked at it, stunned.His little girl has always been as stubborn as him, for the identified thing is always stubborn and persistent.He smiled and sighed, sat back into his chair, and took the man into his arms.

You just hope that way makes you feel better, right?"

Jo's head was buried in Will's wide arms, and she nodded slightly, then held out her arm to embrace him.

"Oh, my dear girl."Will shook his head reluctantly again." Well, if that would help you."

He touched the little girl's hair, the other hand slapping where she wanted .

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

Jo shrank into his arms.Will silently looked at the little girl in his arms, the boundless darkness that day left a shadow in his heart, even at this moment is difficult to eliminate.

He sighed and tried to distract himself by thinking about the force and location of his next slap.

"You can cry it out, Jo."Jo suddenly made a sore breath at the fifth time, so Will stopped her action, one hand gently patted her on the back, the other hand smoothed the fold on the skirt," the last five times, ok?We just take this thing as going over."

Jo expressed the affirmation with silencing.

So the next five Will's smacks, though disciplinary, were much more reassuring than the loss of control that day.The girl whined with the last slap. Will kissed her at the top of her hair, and left her to hold herself without doing the next action.

The room was quiet for so long, until Will spoke again to break the silence.

"Anyway, don't do it again, promise me, don't you?"Will tried to make his voice gentle and soft, he raised his hand and stroked Jo's cheek," Find some time to apologize to Stella, don't you?She's actually very worried about you, too, Jo."

Jo's cheeks and nose tips were red, and at what Will said, she even sobbed.

Will felt even more distressed. He suddenly remembered something. He looked earnestly into Jo's eyes and spoke carefully:

"...Speaking of, Jo, I still owe you a very formal apology, sweet.That day, I didn't control my emotions, and I scared you.If you want to forgive my emotions that day....Or it doesn't matter if you don't, I'm sorry, really sorry."

"It must be very painful.I should not do that."

"If you still feel very sad, you can...."

Without saying that, a hug ran into Will's arms again.

"Thank you,dad."

Even though she had recovered from the wind and cold, Jo was still a little weak, and the little girl slept in Will's arms once again.After gently lifting her up to the bed, Will kissed her on the forehead.

"Everything will be over, and we will find the truth."

"Jo, don't be afraid, I'll be here."

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Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (To You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Also, my sincerest apologies - they all turned into mini-fics.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Reverend Will would propose to you after a Sunday roast dinner, after your family invited him to your home. You were helping to clear the table with the rest of the ladies in your family when Will coughed to announce his presence. At once, everyone cleared the dining room, leaving you alone with the vicar.

"A word please?" He politely called you by name, his hands clasped in front of him. Will sat you down in one of the empty chairs. Gods how he wanted to reach out and tuck one of your stray hairs behind your ear in that very moment, one of the intimate things that he longed to do with you. Intimate things that would be proper in the eyes of God if you were his lawfully wedded wife. He did not sit down, and gently began talking to you. "For some time, I have been charmed by you. Not just your looks, that is not to say that you are not a lovely woman. You are most lovely, but I have also been charmed by your kindness, your humility, and your…virtue."

Will knelt before you, looking up with the most earnest gaze. "If you will bestow upon me the fortune of being your husband, then in return I shall do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.  I shall speak to your father, and we will be wedded in holy matrimony. You and I shall walk together upon this path of life, and I have no doubt that a virtuous woman like you will aid me in carrying out what the Lord decrees of us. My sweetest, please say that you will marry me."

Henry V from The Hollow Crown

With Henry, there was not much of a proposal to begin with. The marriage between you and the King of England was arranged by your father and his men, along with the king and his men. Still, Henry coaxed your father into having at least one private audience with you before the wedding ceremonies, so that he may properly court you as any suitor would. 

'My dearest lady," Henry began as soon as he was alone with you in his study while your father and his men stood vigil outside. "Lower thy veil, and let me behold your face." He reached forward and removed the hood of your cloak, smiling as he beheld your beauty for the first time. "Cheeks rosier than the flowers that bloom in springtime. Your lips and eyes are so enticing, they call to me like sirens. Yours is a face that I shall never tire of seeing.

I confess to you, my lady, that words are not my greatest strength. Were it so easy that I could simply strap on armor or fire an arrow into a target or vault into my saddle for a wife, I should quickly vault for a wife. Alas, tis not so. For a woman's heart is truly one of the most difficult conquests to embark upon. Nevertheless, tis a conquest that I shall duly pursue if you can deign to love me.

If you can love such a man as me, someone whose words are not their strongest suit and someone whose fidelity to you is true, then take me. Take a soldier, and in taking a soldier, you will take a king." Henry knelt before you and offered you his hand. "Sweetest of all maidens, canst thou love me?"

Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard

"I have called you to discuss a matter of great importance, my lady." Loki enunciated the formal title at the end in an attempt to conceal the butterflies in his stomach. He summoned you to the palace gardens at the house before twilight, when the sky would be decorated with streaks of orange and pink. You walked alongside him through the bushes and the groves of flowers. Loki clasped his hands behind her back, walking as if he ruled every inch of earth on which he stepped. 

He continued, "Yes, tis true that Thor, my brother, is the one whom my father has decreed to ascend the throne of Asgard," The younger prince of Asgard looked forward with a solemn expression while you listened with intrigue. "But he is incompetent." Loki turned to you. "He is idiotic and brash. You know as well as I do that he does not encompass the values of a king.

"Was he not the one who wished to invade Jotunheim alone, my prince?" You stopped in your tracks, just as the sun began setting into the horizon behind you.

"Yes, he was. It was all his idea, my lady." Loki did not bother to include his role in instigating Thor, it would not help him in this moment whatsoever. If he delayed this moment any further, he was convinced the words would be stuck in his throat, forever unable to escape. "You are one of the few people with whom I can share these thoughts, my lady." He sighed, his gaze fixated upon you and your beauty. "It is why I have called you here. In the coming future, I will need to protect Asgard from my brother's foolishness. And for that I should like to have a worthy companion by my side."

Loki conjured a shining dagger with a gold hilt out of thin air and promptly fell to one knee before you. The hilt of the dagger was engraved with the words, 'Min hærr, duonningen av mitt hjerte' (My beloved, Queen of my heart) Still on bended knee, Loki looked up at you with an expression of innocence that you never knew existed within him - wide eyes, baited breath, a meek expression. As if all his life were being wagered on a single thing right now. 

"I wish to make you my wife," Loki declared, his lips trembling. "Should you accept, I will bring my proposal to your family, and then we will be wed with due ceremony. And if you decide otherwise, then I shall…" he swallowed, "I shall respect your choice."

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

"This looks like something stolen from the Graham Norton Show." You raised an eyebrow when Loki handed you an orange and purple card.

"It's a scavenger hunt." Loki said with a twinkle in his eye. "Every clue leads you to the next one."

"I know how a scavenger hunt works, Loki." You rolled your eyes and flipped over the card. "Was this your idea, or is this some ridiculous team-bonding activity put together by Steve Rogers?"

"No. You see,…I have some errands to do, but at the same time, I have an obligatory excursion with the Lady Valkyrie."

You crossed your arms. "So why the scavenger hunt?"

Loki brightly answered. "Well, it makes the errands all the more fun!"

"Alright, but you owe me, Loki." 

"Good girl." The God of Mischief kissed you not the cheek and disappeared into thin air.

You glanced down and saw that the first card, which told you to pick up six cupcakes ordered under Loki's name. The cupcakes were from a specific café….that just so happened to be the place where you and Loki had your first date, which was set up by a far-too-enthusiastic Thor. The moment you got there, a waiter brought you a "complimentary" cupcake of your favorite flavor…along with another orange and purple card. 

The second card took you to the library, on the pretext of picking up a book that was on hold for Loki. There, the librarian handed you the book - Divine Comedy by Dante - and another book that you recognized. It was Pride and Prejudice, one of the first pieces of "Midgardian literature" that you introduced to Loki, a book that you were all too happy to fangirl over. But inside the book was - yes- another orange and purple card. 

The third card sent you to pick up Loki's dry-cleaning. (Really, Loki? Dry cleaning?) At the dry-cleaners, the person at the register handed you a transparent garment bag containing a black tuxedo with a ruffled white shirt. And then you were given a second garment bag with an emerald green gown embellished with diamonds. You couldn't help but stare a few moments at the pretty, expensive-looking gown. Before the person at the register could hand you another card, you made a mental note to ask Loki about the gown and whom it was for. You guessed it was probably for himself for the times he was feeling fabulous. Actually, Loki also liked to wear absolutely nothing when he was feeling his most fabulous…but that didn't matter right now.

The fourth card took you to the park where Loki confessed his love for you for the first time, on the pretext of picking up Loki's forgotten jacket and buying a bouquet of white flowers.

The fifth card took you across the city just to get a particular bottle of liquor that Loki had liked. Okay, now this guy was having a little too much fun with you right now. 

You were relieved when the sixth card, given to you by the liquor store clerk, led you back to the Avengers compound, to the same room where you began this entire scavenger hunt. You huffed a little, setting the box of cupcakes, the books, the two garment bags, Loki's jacket, the flowers, and liquor gently on a table. "Loki? Loki, where are you?"

Loki stood in the middle of the Avengers' common room, wearing polished gold armor over a black and green leather tunic with long, dark trousers. His hair was combed perfectly in place, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stood surrounded by a few candles and fairy lights hanging against the curtains.

"Okay, I need answers…" You sighed, already tired from running around all afternoon. "Loki, I got your things, just tell me what the gown is for and the…the liquor and the…Are you throwing a party or something?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?!" You gulped, reaching for the nearest couch. "I…what? You're getting married, why didn't you tell me? And…" You felt your head start to spin, preparing yourself for the worst. Whatever happened to all the times he said he loved you? Was he just using you to put together some kind of romantic gesture for someone else, just a tool?! Perhaps this is what you get for letting the God of Mischief into your life. Betrayal. "Well, I hope they make you happy, Loki." You relented, putting your head in your hands.

"She does." 

"Good." You murmured, trying your best not to cry in this moment. That was the last thing you wanted him to see. "Is that gown for her too?"

"Hm-hm. Of course, it'll probably end up on the floor after the engagement party, hehe."

"Loki, I am in no mood for your jokes right now." After a few moments, you looked up. 

"Come on,…have a sense of humor."

"NO!" You yelled, getting up from the couch. "No, I will not have a sense of humor right now! You used me! You used me, and lied to me. You told me to do all of these errands, like picking up dry cleaning, and buying liquor, without telling me that you were going to propose to someone else! You could have at least told me, just so I'd have some kind of closure. But no, you couldn't even think to do that. You told me it was a scavenger hunt, like I wasn't worth knowing the truth.

I...I did this because I care about you, Loki! I care about you like some kind of idiot who actually thought that you might like me the same way that I liked you. That right there, making me like you might just be the worst thing you have ever done me." You took a moment to breathe, and ran your hands through your hair. 

"Ugh…And you made me even pick up her engagement dress! What kind of person makes someone do that?!" You couldn't even think about the words you were spitting out, too busy with the hot tears clouding your vision. 

"The kind of person who knows how good it'll look when you wear it."

"What?!" You were taken aback all of a sudden. 

Loki approached you with a hint of nervousness. "Darling, you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I'm not easy to be with, that I drive you mad sometimes, and I make you put up with a lot. I...I should've practiced this more." He laughed under his breath. "Why didn't I?" Blinking, he pushed his hair back before continuing. 

"What I'm trying to say is,...my life has never been the same since I met you. You're the most steadfast ally, a wonderful friend, and best of all, you are the most passionate and loyal person I have ever known. I could never imagine my life without you, and I never want to. That's how much I love you."

The God of Mischief fell to one knee, and held up a small emerald ring with a gold band.

"Will you marry me?"

Bil Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, sweetheart." Bill pulled his father's car into a driveway, and took your hand. "Just close your eyes, alright?"

"Alright…" After a few steps, you could hear Bill opening a door and the sound of a shopkeeper's bell, along with the muted conversations of various patrons. The scents of vanilla and grease reached you almost immediately. 

Bill held you close and whispered that you could open your eyes now.

When you opened your eyes, you laughed a little. "We haven't been here in a while…"

"You remember it?"

"How could I ever forget?" You kissed him on the cheek, and let him find a table for you. 

Bill's proposal began with him taking you to the milkshake diner where the two of you had your first date. After a bit of small talk over a banana split, Bill not-so-discretely excused himself. While you sat at the table with your spoon and checked your phone, Bill made his way to the jukebox with his hands in his jeans' pockets, feeling the small box inside. He'd almost thought about wearing a suit for this occasion, but his mum said it would make you suspicious. And his father suggested hiding the ring inside your ice cream to be more romantic , but Bill was terrified by the idea of you accidentally choking. Yes, keeping the ring with him was a better idea.

Bill took a deep breath and slipped a coin into the jukebox, flipping through the various tracks to find one of the songs you enjoyed. When he found one, he pressed play and called your name. Bill extended his hand out, offering to dance with you. He twirled you, and the two of you swayed in time with the music, smiling all the while. At the end of the song, Bill proudly kissed you on the lips.

He gently said your name, and pushed a bit of hair out of your face. "You're the one I want to dance with to every song…There's just no one like you, no one I could ever dream of that's just as wonderful as you are." Bill reached in his pocket for the small box, and fell to one knee, not caring who might be watching you in the diner. Inside the small box was a 0.3-carat diamond ring with a silver band. "Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world, and marry me?"

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Coriolanus invited your family to dine with him and his mother one night on the pretext of an important matter concerning two important families of Roman nobility. It was not the first time he'd done such a thing, inviting your family to break bread with him and his mother. He had even visited your father's home before, sharing wine with your father and your brothers from time to time. It was through those meetings that Coriolanus fell more in love with your smile, the way you bit your lip when you were thinking,…and even the way your laugh infected him like a plague. And if there was anything more deadly to him than your simple, unadulterated laughter, then it was your beauty which had him fighting the urge to smile whenever you walked into a room or whenever he heard your voice.

But despite his best efforts, it became quickly aware to everyone in your family how besotted the general was with you. The way his head unintentionally bowed whenever he was in your presence, as if you were the sun and he would go blind if he looked you straight in the eye, never went unnoticed. The fact that you were the only person who could make him laugh, and that the simple mention of your name was enough to make the powerful General and conqueror of Corioles lower his usual barking voice made your family - and anyone else in the general's presence - giggle under their breath.

So when everyone had finished the prima mensa, Coriolanus stood up and raised his cup. "I have called you here tonight, to make a proposition," he declares with the same voice that he would use to speak to the Senate. "An alliance between our families…" The general turned his gaze to you for a moment, and exhaled to calm his racing heart, which only quickened when you looked back up at him. "If you will bestow upon me this honor, I wish to make your daughter…my wife. She is virtuous, and kind,…endowed with a noble background."

He waved for two of the servants of his household to present your mother and father with gifts of imported silk and valuable coins. And for you, the general had his servant gift place a set of golden jewelry - a girdle, five bracelets, and a layered necklace with rubies - in your lap. Underneath the girdle was a small piece of parchment with the words,

"I long to see you wearing these on our wedding night, my lady. Only these."

You turned red, and looked up and the general, politely expressing your thanks. 

"Should you accept," Coriolanus gave you a nod and turned to your family. "We shall make our alliance official in the presence of the gods. Your daughter shall be my wife, and I her husband. I will defend her from harm and protect her, as I have defended Rome time and time again. Your daughter will be cared for, and all I ask for in return, is your fidelity. Pledge to me your allegiance, for I shall need your influence when the time comes for the elections in the Senate.

Instead of a dowry give me your loyalty, and I swear that your priceless gem of a daughter will want for nothing for as long as I live. Do I have your word?"

Oakley from Unrelated

"Let's get married." Oakley off-handedly said while the two of you stood outside, leaning against the wall while he smoked a cigarette. 

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?"

"No." He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to you with his ocean blue eyes and tousled, dirty blond curls. "We should get married."

"Who are you and what have you done with Oakley?" 

"What, you don't think I'm good enough to marry you?" He protested. 

Shaking your head, you laughed. "No, it's not that…"

"Well, then what is it?" Oakley crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the sight of you laughing. "We have fun together, we make each other laugh,…we look good together, especially when naked-"

That was enough for you to playfully hit him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. He continued, "We like each other. We have this great relationship."

"But are you sure this is what you want?" You asked. "Don't you want to explore, try things? Do stuff before you're tied down?"

"Why would I do that? When there's this…beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy girl right there with me, I'm not even looking at anyone else." Oakley simply countered. "I like what we have, and i don't want to let it go. We can travel, explore the world, and I'll do it all with you." There was no sign of hesitation in his voice, but maybe it was just the cigarette fueling his courage. He came closer to you, and looked dead serious. "I don't want what we have to be just something we try for as long as we can, something we leave up to chance. I want forever with you."

"Forever?"

"Forever." Oakley knelt before you, his eyes going from a vivid cyan to a soft, almost pale bag blue. "I don't have a ring but…" He removed his necklace and presented it to you like an offering at an altar, calling your name. "Marry me."

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan had been working with MI-6 for almost two years, embarking on various mission for them after he gained acclamation for helping to carry out Operation Limpet. He, along with officer Angela Burr, took down the infamous arms dealer Richard Roper once and for all.

Since then, Jonathan found himself a new home in London and got back in touch with you, the one who stole his heart back when he was still working as a night manager. He didn't know how much he truly missed you until you answered his letter, telling him about the twists and turns your life had taken since your last encounter with Pine. After about three weeks of exchanging handwritten letters - simply because they reminded you both of a simpler time and felt more personal - with Jonathan using a pseudonym to protect you, he invited you to visit London for a holiday. 

And those five days you spent in London were some of the best five days of Jonathan's life. He delighted in your innocence, the way you happily took his arm and strolled through the city, randomly surprising him with kisses. Arm in arm, without a care in the world except for each other, enjoying all that life would have to offer…This is how it should be, Jonathan thought to himself as he gazed at the sparkle in your eyes, the color in your cheeks. He listened as you talked about everything you liked about London, everything that disgusted you, and everything you hoped for in the future, simply taking in the opportunity to just be with you. 

After a few moments, you asked him about what he wanted in the future, and all Jonathan had to say was one word.

"You."

You looked up from your cup of tea. "Me?"

He took a breath. "Yes." Jonathan affectionately said your name, and reached for your hand. "I never grew up in a house with both parents, doting on me." He told you about how his life up until joining MI-6 was an abominable quest for order. How his time in the military and working in the hotel business was part of an aim to find a direction in his life, and how little happiness it truly brought him. How alone he felt whenever his life wasn't being threatened. 

Jonathan sighed, not used to telling so much about himself in a single conversation, laying his heart out on the table to be cut into and devoured. "I promised myself that I would find the one person that I could care deeply for, and love them. I promised myself that I would make friends, find a home…a place to belong. Maybe someday become a parent."

You looked upon him lovingly. "That's beautiful, Jonathan."

He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want all of those things, and I want them with you." Jonathan declared, quiet enough for the two of you to hear. "These past days with you have been…incredible. When I look at you, I see everything that I have wanted, the life that I want to be living five years from now, ten years from now." 

He continued, "You make me believe in a future that's worth building. The way you smile…, the way you look upon me and everyone with stars in your eyes…I want to be the one who keeps that smile on your face, the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who kisses you good night, and the first one you see in the morning. I want to be the one you come home to every evening, the shoulder you lean on." 

Jonathan stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. "I know it's soon, but if there is anything that I've learned, it's that when you see something worth keeping in your life, you do everything you can not to let her go. You just do it." He looked into your eyes. "Marry me?"

James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island

It was the third time this week James had a nightmare. After thrashing and groaning, fighting an invisible beast, James found it in himself to call you - his neighbor whom he'd been dating for two years - on the telephone. His forehead and his chest were dripping with sweat, his expression one of agony, when you approached his bed. It was obvious that he had been in a lot of pain. 

James wasn't the type of person who wanted to expound upon the terrors he was feeling; he was a man of action who preferred expressing his emotions nonverbally. So, you respected that and simply talked about mundane things, things about civilian life that would temporarily distract James. As you both fell asleep, you made a mental note to remind James setting another appointment with his therapist, the one MONARCH had prescribed for him.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't unusual for James to go out on an early morning walk to be alone with his thoughts. It was one of the things he'd learned from his therapist when he asked about how to be a better sweetheart to you while recovering from his trauma. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with a heavy heart, hoping it wouldn't be too long before you saw James again. 

While you styled your hair, you heard the door unlock. James walked inside, carrying a bag of breakfast pastries. "Good morning." He greeted you in a low, casual voice. 

"Good morning…" You would've asked if he slept well, but given the events of last night, that question made no sense. "I'm sorry I stayed over."

"No need to apologize." James set the pastries down and placed a kettle on the stove. While the water rose to a boil, James unwrapped the two chocolate croissants he bought, and glanced up to find you standing in the kitchen. You walked up to him slowly, and without missing a beat, James gently kissed you with an arm gently holding your waist. He murmured your name again, his breath warm against your lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

James gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before going into his bedroom. "I brought breakfast for us both. Should I make us some eggs?"

"No need…" You watched James open one of his drawers. "Before I forget, do you want to make an appointment with your therapist?"

"Uh, I will." James returned to the kitchen with a small box in his right hand. "Thanks for reminding me."

"What is that?"

James took a deep breath. "Just something to thank you for last night,…and for everything you've done."

"James, you really didn't have to-"

"No. I've been wanting to do this for a year, it's time." 

Your breath caught in your throat as James opened the box to reveal a small, simple sapphire ring. He began, "I should've done this sooner, and I'm a fool for not doing so." James fell to one knee, and you gasped. "Darling,…Over the years I've known you, you have helped me…become a man again. You've remained by my side as I've made attempts to return to civilian life. You've comforted me during my worst hours, and you have given me something worth living for."

"James…"

"You're someone worth fighting for." He laughs a little. "I love you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and caring for you in the ways that you have cared for me.

Darling, will you marry me?"

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

"Marry me." Magnus groaned with relief when you brought him a plate of eggs, some coffee, and an aspirin. He was laying on your couch, hungover after a night out with you and some of his mates from the police station.

You simply rolled your eyes and laughed a little. "Eat your eggs, you'll feel better with some food inside you."

Magnus kept his eyes on you while you both drank coffee, his headache slowly diminishing. "That a yes?"

"No, Magnus." You flatly said. "You had a lot to drink last night. Just…eat your eggs and finish your coffee. I'm not saying yes to a guy that passed out on my couch after throwing up into the bushes outside."

He grimaced. "I did that?…Sorry." Magnus looked down and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Whatever, it was just a question, not like I meant it or anything." He pretended to brush off the matter. "You doing anything else today?"

"Tidying the house. You?"

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment to taste the savory flavor of the eggs. "i have a few things to do at the station for Kurt. Won't take long."

You and Magnus finished breakfast in silence before Magnus thanked you for letting him crash on your couch. "I'll see you soon." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You almost found it funny, the way he groaned for you to marry him, and chuckled to yourself. For all of his sarcastic quips and his cold exterior, there were times Magnus was an unintentional sweetheart. You'd known him for about seven months, how endearing he was whenever he tried to show off at darts or pool. You thought about the time he brought you soup every night when you had a flu that lasted for a week. And during that one time he showed up late to one of your date nights because of a case, he spent the rest of the evening simply snuggling with you until you fell asleep in each others' arms. It was one of the first times you'd ever seen him smiling so blissfully like a newborn baby.

About a few hours later, you could hear it rain outside, a bolt of thunder rumbling across the sky. While caught up in some trashy television, you heard a knock on the door. 

There was Magnus, standing outside drenched from head to toe. 

"Magnus, what are you-"

"I meant it." He confessed while the raindrops rolled down the sides of his face. "Marry me." He repeated when you asked him what he was talking about. Magnus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold ring with three tiny diamonds. "You're the most perfect person in this entire world. And it's not just because you make the best eggs." He said, making you laugh. "You're stunning, even when you've just woken up. You put up with a lot, and…I can't really say what it is you do to me, but I can't help it. I…I…"

"I love you too, you crazy detective!" You finished.

"So, is that a yes?" Magnus asked again, with a big grin on his face as he presented the ring to you. 

Robert Laing from High-Rise

"We need to talk." Robert broke the silence while the two of you shared a candlelit dinner in your flat. 

All traces of a smile disappeared from your face instantly. Usually nothing good ever followed those four words. 

You put your fork down. "What did you want to talk about?"

Robert looked you in the eye. "I moved to this high-rise to be alone, to be away from people. This…a relationship was the last thing that I wanted." He blinked, looking down at his plate for a moment. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

You tensed in your seat, preparing for the worst. God, Robert. If he was trying to break up with you, then he just picked the worst time possible. 

The doctor stood up. "I thought I wasn't built for love…So I tried to be alone as much as I could, avoiding every chance to be attached to someone." He swallowed. "And then you came."

You let out a sigh, assuming that Robert was going to say something awful about your relationship. 

"It was like I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. What you did to me…" Robert called your name and walked over to you. "I cannot go a day without hearing your quippy words…, without seeing you when I come home,…without kissing you. It's more than anything I have felt in years." He confessed, his fingers tracing the back of your chair. "If you were to disappear from my life, it would feel like losing everything I've ever known. And…truthfully, the idea of that terrifies me. Maybe I could live without you,…but I don't know if I would be able to call it living.

"So what are you trying to say?" You murmured.

Robert sighed. "Forgive me, I'm not used to having these conversations."

"It's okay."

"You did it again." The doctor remarked. "You're making me fall in love with you, sweetheart." Robert went to the coat closet where he kept his blazer, and pulled a small box from one of the pockets. He returned to your side. "What I'm trying to say is,…that I'm in love with you. I'm in love not only with you, but with the way that you make me…feel things. The way that you remind me that there's a future ahead of us both. A future that can be much more than just dreary parties and squabbles between the upper floors and lower floors. You make me very happy, darling, and I think that you should know that." 

Robert took a deep breath and fell to one knee, next to your chair with the box opened to reveal a silver ring with a diamond heart. "Would you marry me, and make me an even happier man?"

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

You were sitting on the swing set in the garden of your family estate, enjoying the mid-morning sun and the gentle breeze. Idly moving your legs back and forth, you played with a small cluster of Baby's Breath in your lap. It was nice to be away from the bustling drama and the incessant gossip, and instead be surrounded by fresh air. 

"My lady." You were awoken from your reverie by a smooth, vaguely familiar baritone that belonged to none other than Thomas Sharpe. He was a guest who'd been staying at an inn near your family's home, having joined your family for supper at least ten times in the past two weeks. In your eyes, he seemed mysterious and yet full of stories to tell, always having an anecdote about a place he'd visited or a trick to show you and your siblings. There was something about him that made you drawn to him as soon as he walked into a room, you were unable to articulate what it was. 

"Good morning. What brings you here, Baronet?" 

The baronet gave you a smile, and leaned against a tree, watching you enjoy yourself on the swings. "I was speaking to your father and his, erm, associates about a business venture."

"About clay, right? Mining it?"

Thomas nodded. "Precisely, my lady. And you, have you been enjoying your morning?"

You blushed as he took a step closer. "Yes, Baronet."

"No need for such formal titles now, my lady. We're not at a ball, nor are we at supper. ''Thomas' will do." He gently said. "May I share your company for a while, my lady, if it would not be much of a bother for you?"

You allowed him, giving the Baby's Breath to him as a token of affection. No, not a token of affection. Simply a nice gesture that would hopefully give you a place in Thomas's good books. Maybe he might even ask you for a dance at the next ball.

"Will you be attending the ball this Saturday, Bar- I mean, Thomas?"

He nodded, taking a moment to smell the flowers. "You?"

"I will." 

"And have you chosen a gown, my lady?" Thomas decided to humor you a little. He smiled while you sheepishly described the dress that you had your eye on for that special occasion. "Well, I'm sure you will look divine wearing it, my lady. Do you often spend time here in the gardens, all by yourself."

"Yes. I enjoy the flowers, and the breeze. It's beautiful when the weather is pleasant."

"I can imagine, my lady. It's been a long time since I have relaxed in a garden." Thomas places the Baby's breath in his front pocket. "My lady, there is something I wish to know of you."

You stopped swinging, and asked him what it was.

"I would like to know if you would be interested in marrying me." Thomas knelt by your side, looking up at you with eyes that bore the same hue as a cloudless sky. "For some time, my lady, I have admired your numerous charms from afar. And with each passing day, my affections for you have grown stronger. I find myself thinking about you at the most unpropitious times of day." He sighs, "While I may not be a man of great fame or great brawn or of great wealth, I am a man of dignity." Thomas promised you, despite knowing it was a blatant lie. "I will make sure that you lack nothing as my wife. And to treat you with nothing but the compassion and the love that you deserve. All I ask in return, is that you try to find it in your heart to give me even an iota of your affections.

Would you be willing to do that, my lady?"

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

Ever since you moved into the flat Mr. Hiddleston bought for you, the most powerful man in London always had a designated town car sent to pick you up from work or school every day. His favorite chauffeur would show up at the same time every weekday, give you a friendly greeting, and drop you off at your flat. And once you got there, you'd be greeted by a doorman that Mr. Hiddleston personally hired to make sure that you reached safely.

Today, however, the chauffeur did not drop you off at your flat. At least, not right away. "Monsieur Hiddleston had something different in mind for today," he said with a small grin, like he knew something was going on. The chauffeur dropped you off at the nail salon for a manicure paid for by your powerful beau. 

After being pampered by the nail technician for about forty-five minutes, you returned to the town car to find a bag in the backseat with the word 'Harrods' on it. "You went shopping?" You asked the chauffeur while he drove you to your flat.

"Non, it was all Monsieur Hiddleston. He was keeping this dress on hold, and asked me to pick it up for you. He would like you to wear it tonight."

You thanked the chauffeur with a smile. Inside the bag was a beautiful Carolina Herrera gown in your favorite color. And right on cue, your phone buzzed with a text from your beau, asking if you liked his gift. As always, you texted back saying that it was perfect. 

The chauffeur dropped you off at your flat, and asked you to be ready by seven-thirty…but not before taking a good look at your manicured nails and saying an early 'congratulations'.

"Gordon owes me a favor," Mr. Hiddleston bragged a little when he arrived in front of your building at seven-thirty sharp. He opened the door of his favorite black Jaguar, and helped you inside the front passenger seat. "You look stunning tonight, darling."

"You look amazing too," you couldn't help but say. It was the truth after all. "When you said Gordon, did you mean…?"

"We're going to the River Restaurant in the Savoy Hotel, darling." He kept one hand on the steering wheel, placing the other one on your knee. "Hungry?"

"Nervous," you sheepishly said.

"I'm here, nothing can harm you." He turned his eyes to the road. "Your fears are far behind you."

The moment you arrived, the host of the restaurant immediately led you both to one of the outdoor terraces, where there was a table for two set up. Mr. Hiddleston pulled the chair for you before sitting down, and a waiter poured both of you some Dom Pérignon. 

"This is beautiful." You gushed, watching the most powerful man in London raise an invisible toast. You clinked your glass against his. 

 He replied with a dramatic flair.  "Nothing compared to you."

"So…what did you to get this favor?" You leaned in and asked him while the waiter placed a charcuterie board for the two of you to share. "This is a seafood place, charcuterie isn't on the menu."

A twinkle in his cerulean eyes, Mr, Hiddleston fed you a piece of cheese. "That's confidential, darling. Just enjoy the night."

"I will."

The two of you made small talk about your day, and about Mr. Hiddleston's upcoming business trip to Paris. You would be going with him of course, Mr. Hiddleston would make sure of that. The waiter refilled your champagne, and your beau discretely gave him a twenty-pound note, whispering that it was time for the main course.

The waiter took about fifteen minutes to bring your elegantly-arranged entrees out onto the terrace. And as he came out, you could hear an orchestra from inside the hotel begin to play "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera.

"Enjoying yourself?" Mr. Hiddleston leaned forward with a smirk as he noticed you listening to the music.

You admitted this was one of the songs you enjoyed, and said it reminded you of the first time you'd ever heard of the musical. How much you wanted to be Christine in that moment, serenaded with the promise of a life with no more darkness.

"Well there's one more thing I have for you tonight, darling." With a smirk, Mr. Hiddleston reached into the pocket of his blazer, retrieving a small box labeled 'Harry Winston'. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way towards you. 

You gasped, covering your mouth almost immediately. You swore you could feel your heart stop just for a moment when his eyes met yours. It all made sense now: the manicure, the accidental 'congratulations', the gown,…

 "Oh my god…"

Mr. Hiddleston fell to one knee and opened the box, which contained a 1-carat diamond ring with a platinum band. "Love me. It's all I ask of you."

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

My Asks/Requests box has never been formally closed, per se, but I'm announcing that I'm officially re-opening it to requests!

In addition to Loki (as always!), I'm stretching my horizons a bit and also opening up fic requests for Steve x Reader; Bucky x Reader, and while I'm admittedly not too familiar with many of Tom's other characters, I am a little more familiar with Will Ransom from Essex Serpent, so I'm game for Will Ransom x Reader as a challenge with the right prompt. After The Mating Dance was well-received, I am also a little more open to writing any of the above pairings with A/B/O dynamics.

I still won't write for Tom himself or any real-life people. Sorry, that's just a personal limit.

I reserve the right to reject any requests that don't suit my muse, but be assured I do consider them all.

#fanfic update #mcu fanfic #requests open

[smolvenger]

The Boat in the Water: A Beauty and the Beast Story (An MCU and The Essex Serpent Crossover, Loki x Stella Ransome, Multi-Part), Chapter Three

Summary: Having lost her health and her husband's fidelity and love, Stella has nothing more to lose than her life. Then...she is swept away to another realm, to an enchanted castle. A castle whose master is a god...a god with a striking resemblance to her husband.

Warnings: Angst that turns into hurt/comfort. Discussions of cheating (I portray the Will/Cora affair as bad and Stella having some negative feelings about it, so if you don't agree or have a problem with that interpretation, this your warning right now that this probably isn't the fic for you), some blood and portrayals of illness, references to both canons, some silly, goofy lil moments.

Word Count: >7K. (have drinkies and snacks)

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She kept crying so much, she did not hear his knock.

‘That’s what I get,’ Loki thought. He took a step away, lowering his hand, curling it into a fist by his side. ‘Mother was always the expert at these- no, I should remember, she’s not my mother at all! Damn her! Damn Will, Damn Stella, and damn me most!’

He took a moment and paced about. His cape flowed behind him like opened wings that would go nowhere. His mind kept racing. He was called Silvertongue, but when it came to consolation, why could he think of nothing to say?

She was still sobbing. It paused for a moment. She was murmuring. He pressed his ear to the door.

“God, I confess, I have just sinned against you in thought, word, and deed. By what I have done and what I have left undone. I am truly sorry and I humbly repent. For the sake of your son, Jesus Christ…”

He remembered that prayer. He overheard when he disguised himself as an ordinary village person, that was the prayer done every Sunday in that church to confess sins. Did she think she should repent for….for feeling sad about her husband’s infidelity? What kind of world made her to be what she is?

Asgard never taught its children to feel remorse over such things. He recalled Lady Sif. If Sif’s husband betrayed her for another, she would get out her sword and decapitate him without a word, without hesitation, and definitely without any regret.

But, Stella wasn’t Sif. And she was suffering. Norns, he had to…had to…think of something! Perhaps a charming little trick! Conjure little fireworks or more flowers for her! Yes, if all else failed, he could try that! Wasn’t that what mortal ladies like? He didn’t have much experience with them.

Before his courage could sink down, he went to the door and knocked louder.

“Can I come in?” he asked, projecting his voice.

“You…you may…” was her quiet reply.

When he opened the door, he saw her kneeling. Clutching the wedding gown from the chest in her arms like a child clutching a blanket Her blonde hair was a little rumpled, a few strands loose from her braid. The paths of tears were obvious down her cheeks, her face was a little red and puffy from crying.

He remained standing at the threshold.

“I…I don’t know how to say this, but…but…but I am sorry…I shouldn’t have said those things aloud. I shouldn’t have judged you. Or him.”

She nodded her head.

“You only like to be proven right-that was why…” she mused.

She was right. For being such a pitiful, pretty little pet unaware of her own torment and with no thoughts other than her husband and family...she was right. Perhaps her head wasn’t as empty as he first thought.

“Little Star, I still shouldn’t have said a word, I…I didn’t consider how much it would hurt-”

“I forgive you, Loki,” she interrupted, looking into his eyes.

I forgive you. Three words he had not often heard in sequence in his life. Much less directed at him.

Gently, he knelt down to meet her.

“This was what you wore when you married him,” he began.

She nodded sniffling.

“It’s…it’s rather pretty,” he admitted.

“Yes. I remember how. My mother gave her last warning about the marriage bed that morning, it was summer and stuck to my skin when I went outside to go to the church, my heart was racing and then he….he told me when I went to the altar that I was beautiful. And that night…the first night we…we performed the act…when it was done… he told me it was the happiest day of his life” she began.

She looked down at the heap of the wedding dress and veil. Then back at him, though it sat in a white heap on her lap. Her fists tightened as she clutched it over her, more like a soft shield than a blanket.

“You speak too ill of him. The first time he met Cora, do you know what he was doing? A farmer had his poor sheep stuck in a pit of mud. Will ran over and helped him. He didn’t stay in his study reading all day, clean and snug- no! He went out and helped pull each animal from the pit, ruining his clothes, and dragging heavy, thrashing sheep from the pit. He and the farmer got them to safety onto the higher field. He was drenched in mud when he came home, but the animals were safe…how could a bad man do that?”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and then back down.

“You should have seen how James sits on his lap, how John goes to his office with questions about hell, how he handles Jo and her little rebellions- you should have seen it all! I took Jo to be hypnotized once because I was curious. He fled in, insisted it stopped, and woke her up. The fear in his eyes…I feel so horrible about it now. Why? Because of how much he loved them!”

“Does he love you?” Loki asked.

“Yes, he does!” she repeated.

“But her loves her too…” he stated.

She froze, her face pale again.

“Yes…he does…”

She shook her head.

“He shouldn’t be alone. And the children should have a mother in their lives. You should see how happy he is with her. Loki, I can’t hate her! I like her. She writes me letters, she says how happy she is that she has me as her friend.”

Well, With friends like these, as the old mortal saying goes, Loki thought dryly, but he kept his mouth shut before he made the situation worse. Her eyes went down to the white wedding gown.

“I asked him to dance with her. I asked him to sit with her, see her, visit her, and write to her. So he could have someone…” she said. “It is the duty of a Christian to tear off your shirt for someone else. Of a wife to nurture and support her husband. I’ve done my duty…”

Her face then scrunched and went red and a hand went up over her face.

“And for once, it has made me unhappy!”

She began to cry. Loki did not conjure her flowers as he planned. He slowly reached his hand forward and placed it over hers. It’s what his mother, for Frigga in his heart, was still his mother, did. She barely flinched, but let him. He waited as her sobs heaved out.

“I…I did everything for him. The vicarage was always spotless. There were always visitors. I can’t recall one wrong step, or one failing I had. Men flirted with me after I was wed, and I had to dismiss them. I bore five children from him-”

“Five?” Loki repeated

“They weren’t always easy pregnancies. And the childbirths were painful, long, terrifying. And Two of them…we…” her tears broke down. “...Julianna died in my arms, And he was there for it all. They’re buried next to the church, and I think of them every day. Does he think of them too, I wonder? No…I know where and with whom his thoughts lay now… I made sure all was well in church. That his ministry was supported. I counseled and helped him through it all. I did everything for him…I even let him take a misteress…”

She paused. Her words failed at that moment. Then she spoke again, a small, broken smile on her face. The smile of one who accepted their defeat before the sword before them brought their end.

“I love him, Loki, and I’ve loved him for years. I feel like I loved him since the day I met him- who couldn’t? And I think, I wonder -I never said this aloud but, seeing him with her, and he….he’s no longer mine and….and the baser part of me wonders, whispering…when did I fail him? Then I tell myself it was because I was dying at least then…and that…it was all my fault. I pushed him onto her. Encouraged him. Told him to dance with her…”

She found a small lace pattern on the material of the wedding gown. Her fingers, compared to Loki's, seemed like doll hands. Tiny and delicate. One finger traced the pattern.

“Once I was the most important woman in Will’s life. He told me I was second to God and that the children were third. Cora arrived. And that changed. Now…I am the least important woman in all of England…it used to be that never bothered me…but now…the more I think on it, dwell on it no matter how I try not to…”

She shook her head as her hand curled up into a fist.

“I have no one to blame but myself,” she finished.

Loki bit back the urge to say it wasn’t her fault that she got ill. That her husband wanted to chase another skirt to satiate his lust since now his wife wasn’t an option. He swallowed lightly as if swallowing the thought down. She would reprimand him if he did. Claim it wasn’t obsession. It was love. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she was right too. Perhaps the truth was that it was both.

“Do not blame yourself. There is no one to blame but him and her. He shouldn’t have done that in the first place, no one was forcing him to. He should have resisted her and stayed with you until the end. That’s what a decent husband and lover would have done,” Loki advised carefully.

There was that sliver of rage inside him. He could have gone to that town and done all sorts of things to Will and Cora. Horrendous, violent things. Right. Now.

But he dared not move, dared not leave Stella alone with her tears and racing thoughts.

The one thing he did conjure was a handkerchief in his free hand. He offered it to her.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

She wiped off her face with the handkerchief and then put it down with the dress.

“It is not my place to let people in love be unhappy, it’s not my place to be jealous, to think badly of them, or if I let these thoughts consume me, Loki… I could do something…something horrible, I could hurt someone I care about…and it frightens me,” she admitted.

She grasped the handkerchief with both hands, squeezing it lightly.

“I…I don’t want to be a bad person,” she confessed.

“You aren’t a bad person,” Loki assured her.

She lifted her face, her blue eyes shining up. A little of her light regained.

“Then what am I?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, and then the answer dawned on him.

“Alive.”

She then settled. How pretty her eyes were, soft as snow. He gave her a weak, but present smile.

“Do not fret about being a bad person. You have more goodness in your little finger than I have in my whole body,” Loki assured her.

She tilted her head a bit.

“It always hurts…to be the second favorite…not chosen, not special, not equal to someone, even someone you care for…” he admitted. The painful thoughts and memories coming back up. Thor’s birthright of a crown. His birthright of a grave. “But…you are still good, after all of that. There’s a strength in being so even gods have failed at it. Even me…”

He saw her lips curl up to a small smile at his phrase.

“Thank you,” was her soft reply.

She paused, her eyes widening.

Then her body heaved and she put the handkerchief to her mouth. A series of coughs wracked her body. And when she lowered the handkerchief, to his horror, there was a pool of blood.

Stella stiffened a little blood on her lips, her breaths shallow.

“Loki…Loki please help!” she pleaded. “Please…the healers! I’m…I’m so scared…I’m going to die, I don’t want to die anymore, please!”

He immediately grabbed her and placed one of her arms around her shoulder and another beneath her legs. She felt her small gasp as he did so. How light she felt, how small. How was it that people described her in town when he overheard? Oh yes, that phrase Mrs. Ambrose used- “Oh, Mrs. Ransome! Doesn’t she look lovely every day? Oh, she is no bigger than a fairy and twice as pretty!” She did feel as light as a fairy in his arms. He got her to the bed and put the covers over her.

He lifted his hand and turned it, and her ballgown was transformed into a nightgown.

“I’m going to fetch them- stay here!”

He created a duplicate of himself to stand by the bed. It offered its hand and Stella accepted, squeezing tightly.

“So you won’t be alone! I will be right back. Here-”

He got a potion conjured in his hand. A little vial with violet-colored liquid. He offered it to her.

“This should help with the coughing, lessen it at least until they get here.”

She accepted it and then pressed it to her lips.

With his gifts of transportation and some swift horses, the healers arrived promptly. They gave her more medicine and their magic. Checked everything about her as they moved their hands over her body and repeated spells. Soon her coughs weren’t as common or present. She was more relaxed.

Loki would usually leave at this point, but he stayed. Stayed right in the room, dismissing his copy. Stayed by and watched anxiously, his brow wrinkling every time they finished an incantation.

Soon enough, they made her a little cup of tea to help calm her and ease the pain in her body. She cuddled up in the blankets, her eyes drooping down sleepily.

One healer, a woman with her brown hair in a bun approached him.

“She is stable. She will be fine, though there will be coughs and bouts of weakness. She just needs more time before we can declare her completely healed,” she reported.

Then they left. Her face looked pale and weary.

“Loki…where is the music? I miss it…from the ballroom…” she asked.

“That was from my magic,” he explained.

“Could you have it play for me, please? Or, do you know a…a song…I need to take my mind off of everything…”

Loki thought for a moment.

“I know a song…it’s rather fast, but there’s the slower bit…”

She stilled. Then he sat by the bed and held her hand and sang:

“I stormsvarte fjell Jeg vandrer alene Over isbreer tar jeg meg frem…”

He paused, a cheeky smile towards Stella. He looked right in her eyes, singing the next line right to her.

“I eplehagen står møyen den vene”

He gave her a wink, kissing her hand. Her eyes widened though from the scattered look, she didn’t understand what that line was actually saying, but her eyes did become a little bigger and her lips parted slightly, though no words came out.

“Og synger, ‘Nar kommer du hjem?’”

She did smile at that.

He made sure to slow the song down as much as he could, despite the temptation to speed it up. He finished the last line, and she nodded her head.

“The beginning was beautiful, thank you…I have one more request, please don’t think me selfish.”

“That depends on the request,” Loki teased, arching an eyebrow.

Her voice was soft and sleepy.

“Could I…have…a patch of ground in the garden? And a few seeds of flowers? They’re far easier than vegetables.”

“Why, yes, yes you may.”

She had a small smile and he felt his stomach turn a little at it.

I think I’m ready to go to sleep now. I’m grateful for you today, you were very kind to me. Goodnight, Loki.” she wished.

“Goodnight, Little Star.”

She kept the smile on her as her eyes drifted shut and she relaxed. They remained closed for a minute. Her small exhale and slowly rising and falling chest assured him that she wasn’t lost forever.

Then he left, closing the door quietly.

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The Least Important Woman in the World found her patch of earth with a wooden sign on the ground and little stakes with azure ribbon around it the next day. There was a bag of flower seeds, a water cat, and a few tools. Then she got to work.

Stella stood in the muck, with an apron, a little straw hat over her braided hair, and gloves. She pulled up the dirt and shoveled.

A forbidden image came up in her mind. There, in the dirt, she imagined it was images of her husband and Cora. Happy and together. Like her years with him never mattered.

She indulged herself.

She picked up the shovel and slammed it in hard. She exhaled through her nose fast, simultaneous guilt and catharsis simmering inside her. The image of their dance was like a painting on the ground. She kept slamming it in like a blade. Releasing bits of her anger as steadily as a tea kettle whistling out steam when the water was too hot. No one was hurt, she didn’t want to hurt anyone. Yet her anguish demanded release. But she grunted as she dug out the dirt and slammed the shovel into different parts of the ground over and over again.

Loki watched with a slice of toasted bread with butter and a warm drink from inside the palace. He observed out the window, the clearest one so no color would distort what was happening. Clean and safe from his window like a prince observing his subject. Not that she noticed.

Part of him was struck as she was stabbing into the ground. There’s always something a little chilling when the sweetest person one knows turns angry. It’s sacred, terrifying. Even though he was a god who could bend shadows to his will, Loki felt his breathing become slightly more shallow.

When the ground was ready, she realized she was crying. She took one dirt-stained sleeve and wiped off her eyes. Then she wiped off her forehead as well, for she was sweating from the excursion already.

The holes were all prepared. She placed the bag of seeds in the pocket of her apron. She placed them in each hole delicately. Not minding that her skirts, hands, and a little of her face were dirty.

Loki couldn’t help but smirk, it was the dirtiest and thorniest he had seen this English Rose. He wondered what he would do if he was in her position. If his husband betrayed him for another, especially as he turned deadly sick, he would have loved to burn the entire village to the ashes.

She didn’t burn things down. She only gardened.

She patted the dirt over each little hole. Then she took out a watering can and put it over.

Wiping her hands from the effort, She would go about, checking on the various flowers. Watering them. She even got little scissors and snipped off surplus leaves. Wanting to do more than just amble about and admire plants.

She did see which flowers were blue and saw little blue pebbles in the ground in the garden- tiny rocks. She picked them up and placed them in her pocket. Then hurried back and put them in the box on her desk.

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The next day, it was Stella was sitting in the room by the window. She was using the desk to write to her family. It was a pleasant room that caught the sunshine and made it appear golden and she could think of no better place to do so. She sat down, absorbed by detailing everything in letters to her children and husband about what was happening, as well as reading their responses that were delivered when the chests returned.

She was so hypnotized by it, that she didn’t notice Loki outside in the garden.

He looked up at her and placed his hands on his hips. He frowned as she smiled at one letter, a blush over her cheeks. She kissed it.

No doubt it was a letter from her philandering husband, Loki fumed silently. His face turned a bit red. Jealousy made a pit in his chest.

He looked at the free space in the outside courtyard- just right at Stella’s field of vision. A blank area of grass with no plants, not even a weed.

Grinning mischievously, he got an idea.

He conjured a mud puddle. Then he conjured a small flock of sheep to go about baaing. Right where she would see.

Her eyes were down on her letters. She had picked up a pen and was writing.

He tried to wave his hands to the sheep. Guiding them to stand in the mud puddle, though they were all at the edges of the puddle where it was shallow. They baaed quietly and looked around. Only their hooves were in the mud, but they were going about happily and very much not stuck. Though he didn’t like getting his fine leathers dirty, he got into the puddle. He smiled and placed his hands on his hips and looked up.

Her eyes were down.

He scrunched his nose and frowned. He let out a deep sigh as he got up and splashed some mud on his clothes and around his face. Then he waved at the sheep to go into the middle where there was more mud.

“Come on, my wooled friends, come on!” he urged.

One sheep finally managed to get into the deep middle.

Smiling again, he walked over to it. He picked it up easily and carried it over a mere one foot away from the mud to chew on un-muddy grass.

Loki checked the window.

She wasn’t looking. And still writing.

He got up another and lifted it up, high over his head. He made sure to be grunty and sweaty, just as she would have liked.

Her eyes were on her work.

Another wandered over.

“I didn’t want to do this, but it looks like I will have to,” Loki muttered internally.

He used magic to transform his clothes so that he was shirtless with fine pants. He knew he was beautiful and wanted her to see it.

And this time, the sheep were getting the memo and going over to the middle. They were not stuck, but going about the deeper mud contentedly. He picked up one, he lifted it high over his head so she could get a good look at his chest.

He checked

Norns, she was still writing!

He set it down on the grass. He then returned to the mud. He got one sheep and began lifting it up and down repeatedly as a weight, making sure to grunt in a way she would find a little titillating until there was a good sweat to make him glisten and her blush.

After a fifth rep, he held the sheep high over his head and put on his most winning smile. He checked the window.

She still didn’t look.

Right as he was on the verge of giving up, he lowered the sheep and it let out a rather loud, supported, unignorable “baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Stella looked up.

Loki made sure everything was in place- the mud on him, his naked top, and he made sure to smile and pose with the sheep high over his head.

She gasped and left her desk in a hurry.

Was she offended? Perhaps so- perhaps the shirtlessness was a little too scandalous for her tastes. What was he doing being so crass? Doing something that Thor himself would do- did he really stoop that low? With a huff, he magicked back his shirt.

In a few minutes, the door to the garden was opening and out came a yellow head.

He felt as if he was set on fire. He hurried and picked up one sheep. He began to lift it up and down as it baaed.

“One hundred and one,” he began to grunt, loud enough for her to hear. “One hundred and two, one hundred and-”

“Come here, little darlings!” Stella cooed at the sheep, cutting him off.

When he turned his head, he realized she had a basket full of corn and peas and a wet towel in her other hand.

“Oh, poor dears! Please don’t eat in the garden! Here you are- you may have a little lunch!” she lured sweetly

The sheep gathered around her. Easily walking out of the mud without difficulty towards her. Taking the vegetables she gathered. She got out the wet towel, wiped off their hooves, and petted them.

“Are they alright?” she asked.

He did notice there was pink in her cheeks, hopefully at him. He made sure to have another of his famous smirks.

“Yes- they…they, uh, are,” he answered.

“The dirt on their wool will need soap and hot water, but that’s normal for them to get dirty when they go about,” she asked.

Loki looked down at the towel.

“I have the magic to clean them myself in a snap of my fingers if it pleases you.”

“Loki, could I clean a bit in the palace?” she asked.

“Clean? Why would you ever want to clean?” he asked.

One sheep walked to be by her side. She kept a hand on its head.

“I lived in a vicarage, given to us by Aldwinter to be our home. But since it was the vicarage, there were visitors so often. I knew if they judged the house, they would judge not only me but their vicar. So I made sure it was always as tidy as I could make it.”

She grinned.

“Sometimes I do not mind it at all! And I am alone in this palace with nothing to do until you decide to show up. May I clean a little? Lighten the magic some?” she asked.

Cleaning. All of his life, that was the job of the servants of the palace, never one of the princes. Loki tilted his head at her, he opened his mouth and for a second he couldn’t form words. But then he nodded his head with a shrug.

“Why…well, you are the one staying here, so I don’t see why not.”

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Stella did not mind cleaning a big palace or gardening. As her coughs lessened, as she got better, she found she no longer became tired so easily. She did miss her children terribly- she could imagine James running over to the kitchen and making himself sick on chocolates. She could see John with the dog running through the halls and opening every door, and hear his feet hurrying over the floors in echoes. She could see Jo going to the library and devouring book after book until she fell asleep with a novel on her face on the couch. How they would have loved this place!

Perhaps…when she was better…she could find a way to still keep in touch with Loki. She would take them on a trip. A free day of traveling, even though it was not to London but another world.

Nevertheless, she didn’t mind dusting every surface and sweeping off the floors. It was better to act rather than dwell all day.

As she was contentedly scrubbing away the floors of the main entryway one day, there was a knock at the door.

She jumped and released a gasp. If it was Loki, he would just conjure himself inside. Who could it be? A burglar? Surely, an enchanted castle could protect itself, could it not??

But then there was a voice, a booming, masculine, baritone voice that made her jump again.

“BROTHER!”

A burglar would not announce themselves like that.

She cautiously walked closer.

“Brother! Are you living here? Do not play your games, Loki, I wish to speak to you!” he stated from outside.

“On my way!” she replied. She picked up her skirt and walked over to open the door.

She opened the door to find a tall, large, muscular man with long beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blond beard. Stella was slightly taller than some women, but he hovered above her like a blonde bear. He looked down at her and smiled brightly.

“Oh…hello…” she greeted shyly.

“Why! Are you the Midgard lady they say lives here?” he asked.

“I…I am,” she replied. “I am Mrs. Stella Ransome, I’m pleased to meet you.” She curtsied small.

He shook her hand. She accepted it and found his grip matched her suspicion about his strength.

“Oh, I am Thor! God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard!”

Stella’s hand flew up to lightly touch her throat. Thor! Thor himself here! She was a devout Christian all of her life and now she had met not only one but two pagan gods! What on earth was she going to tell her Sunday School when she returned?

Thor kept talking excitedly, his handsome smile shining on his face.

“Why, how happy I am Loki had finally settled on a lady! He had several princesses in the past show interest, but they never liked him or he never liked them, and-”

“Oh no! I’m not his…his….his companion of that sort. This is a palace he made and I am only the guest here.” she answered.

Yet, what more did this god of thunder have to say? What was he like? What sort of powers? What was it like to be a god? She had no fear now, only curiosity.

“Prince Thor, would you like to stay for some tea?”

“Why, tea sounds wonderful Lady Stella!” he replied.

Calling her that made her smile. If this prince was a burglar, he was the nicest burglar she had ever met.

Giving him tea and a tray of biscuits, she told him about how she ended up here. Then she asked him to clarify more about Loki and him. Thor informed her that they were princes of Asgard, sons of King Odin and Queen Frigga and that he was the eldest brother and in line for the throne. Thor answered questions about Asgard. She brought out a sketchbook she found in the library and Thor drew the realms of the map. Stella was awed at it. Her world had been small in the marshes- to think there were so many other realms with so many other lives and people and their stories! How big everything was and she was just one tiny speck on a circle that moved between Midgard and Asgard.

Thor was munching on perhaps his tenth biscuit by now. Not that it stopped his talking.

“We hear that the Frost Giants wish to try to take over again- those are the ones in Jotunheim! They won’t touch a hair on my brother's head anymore. One day, I will find King Laufey to defeat him in battle!” he boasted, pumping his fist.

“It is natural to be protective of one’s family,” she commented.

Thor wiped the crumbs off his beard. “Maybe that’s why Loki’s been hiding since the battle- he’s scared of them!”

“Hiding?” she prodded.

Thor nodded, sucking down his tea.

“He has been away for some time. Father won’t tell me why, and Mother seems strong. But sometimes I think I hear her crying from a distance. You must find Loki when he shows up next- tell him that she misses him! That he has to come home!”

She clasped her hands on her lap and gave him a smile.

“I will be glad to do so. I have been able to persuade him into a few things recently, so I think he might listen to me,” she said.

“How good of you, Lady Stella!” Thor declared.

Before she could say, he slammed down his teacup, making her jump and gasp aloud in surprise, demanding another cup of tea.

The magic palace fixed the teacup back to normal, and Stella, her heart slowing down after that surprise, poured him another.

That evening, she waited for him at dinner. She was adorned with her hair up in a bun and another ballgown. It was navy blue and had little stars adorned across it, making her look like the night sky. She began to eat a little after her stomach rumbled.

She knew it was past sunset, but there was no response. Nothing. No sign of the trickster god.

“Loki?” she asked.

Her voice echoing was the only reply.

Enough time had passed. He required her to fulfil the bargain and here she was just as she had been every night for some time now. What was going on?

She got up from her chair. She passed the lush banquet and went down one hall. It had another marble floor, but there were windows with the red, velvet curtains drawn. There was a hall of doors.

She heard a sound like a grunt from the door in the far corner on her right. Green lights flashed from it.

She walked carefully closer to it. There was another flash of light, only it was light blue. And another frustrated huff.

She had heard similar huffs of frustration from a certain office for over a decade. There was no doubt now Loki was behind.

She was now at the door and realized it had creaked open.

Her eyes went to the opening. She gently said his name.

“Loki, wher-”

She saw him and her voice turned into a gasp, cupping her mouth

Loki was definitely there. The room was a smaller library with neater bookshelves and a fireplace. He stood in the center over a high table with a book full of runes on it.

But he looked different.

His skin was a bright blue and his eyes red.

Loki turned, his red eyes wide as he noticed her. Stella froze where she was, for she could not run. Was this some new enchantment he could do? Was he practicing and was that why he was late?

Yet his face turned into a frown, his teeth gritted. His red eyes glared at her. She should have run, she should have screamed. Yet she could not move.

He turned his back on her, his voice angry as he tried to cover his own face.

“Don’t- don’t look Stella! Go away!” he ordered angrily. The tone in his voice speared her heart.

“Are you hurt?” she insisted. “I was wondering why you were missing and-”

“I said to go away!” Loki barked. “And don’t look!”

Normally she would run. But something in her intuition told her to stay. There was a hurt to his voice that stirred her. He needed someone by him.

She walked inside cautiously.

“I…I am sorry I peeked in, but…Loki…”

His back was still turned. She could see bits of his blue neck beneath his raven curls. He stood before the fire.

“Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No! I’m not hurt at all!” he replied, something of a choked sob in his voice.

He was behaving no better then Jo when she was four years of age.

“But your skin…did someone do this to you? do you need an ointment?” she asked.

She reached out a hand to gently touch his shoulder. He flinched away and then turned around. She took in his cerulean skin and how much brighter it made his red eyes appear.

“I don’t need the healers! Norns! I just- I’m just doing a spell and-”

She peeked and saw him uncurl his hand and clench it. His skin turned to white and his eyes to blue. But she saw there were still tears in his eyes, despite the stubborn frown on his head.

“What is happening?” she asked. “You don’t get this upset taking another person's form. Please, I’d like to know.”

She insisted he sit on the chair. She had him magic over another mug of tea and some sandwiches on a tray. They sat on the floor before the fire.

“Do you know what a Frost Giant is?” he asked.

“Yes. I hear they’re considered your enemy here,” Stella responded. She could discuss Thor and his family later.

Loki kept his eyes on the fire.

“All children in Asgard are taught to be terrified of them Stella…this is my true form. I’m a runt of a Frost Giant. Left behind as a baby to die in a tundra. Unwanted since the moment I was born. All of my life I was told of beasts who slaughter innocents. Only to realize I had to look in the mirror to see one.”

Stella’s eyes softened at him.

“Loki…that’s…that’s horrible…”

“I’m going to control it. Hide it. Push it away so no one will tell, no one will be able to see. I will be dead, I won’t be nothing, I’ll prove to father I’m worthy, I will!” he hissed. He slammed a fist onto his lap.

Stella leaned forward.

“May I see it again, please? Just once.” she asked.

He turned to her and swallowed. But he only turned his forearm and hand blue.

“May I?” she asked.

He gave her his arm and hand. She put her hand beneath his to lift it and then, with her other hand, pressed a finger on his blue palm.

“It’s cold. Cold like snow on Christmas, like a steam on a summer’s day, like a chapel in the morning…those aren’t bad things…” she consoled.

She traced up to his forearm. He felt himself shiver at her touch, his body stirring at the press of her hand on his skin. A tingling he kept down. She looked quietly and carefully.

“Could I have the box with my collection, please?” she asked.

He easily conjured it to the room. She lifted the lid and set it aside. She took out some trinkets- spoons, shells, bottles. She set them in the air like a painter, next to his hand.

Then she looked in and smiled. She got out two pebbles. Then she got out her diary and opened to the first page. She got out a pressed flower. Setting them in her hands, she moved them close to Loki’s hand.

“See! They’re the very color of your skin!” she sheered.

As Loki looked down, he saw she was right. The shade of the flower and the pebbles matched the skin of his Jotunheim form.

“Now, if only there was a box big enough, I could add you too!” she teased.

He did not reprimand her for her joke, even if he had every right to. He looked up at her.

“What about blue makes it your favorite color? Why collect blue things and not something…something red or green?” Loki asked.

She traced her finger again over the pebbles and flowers. She then smiled at the other miscellaneous things she pulled out.

“It’s the color of peace. The color of heaven. It represents the sky and the sea- the two things we think of when we discuss eternity. It’s rare in nature, for it is a sacred color. Blue dye once had to be imported, for it was costly. They say that Mary wore a blue shroud. It is the color of serenity…of kindness…”

She set the items down. Though his hand was as cold as ice, it felt good on her against the warm fire. His eyes shone up at her.

“Your skin is beautiful when it’s blue. And you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

Loki took in a deep breath and then shook his head.

“But…the Frost Giants are…are hated…hated!”

“I don’t hate you,” she replied.

He blinked, squinting his eyes further at her. She kept her sweet smile at him.

“What? You…you don’t?” he asked.

She released his hand and began gathering her things to put back into the box.

“I’m not your servant or misteress here. You saved my life and my health. Could a truly monstrous person do that?”

His eyes sparkled. She set them back in and sealed the lid. She looked back up at him, her plate of food untouched, as was his.

“Loki, if you think my husband is so hateful, so bad…. if I could love him, how could I think less of you? Not from anything you freely chose to do, but because of how you were born? I wish you didn’t discover it in this way, and despite what I have heard…I don’t agree about Frost Giants. They can be good and kind…”

“The stories…” Loki began muttering.

“Maybe the stories are wrong,” she suggested.

She handed him a cup of tea. His magic was starting to melt back to his usual pale color, except for his hand.

He noticed that the tea set was white except for the blue flowers painted all over it. Of course, it was in relation to Stella being the one staying here.

Looking down at his hand while it was still blue, he saw that the petals of the flower on his cup matched the shade of a Frost Giant's skin.

For once, at least for a minute, he did not feel ashamed.

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Absolution - Chapter 2/4 (Will Ransome/OC)

Will Ransome finds himself infatuated with Aldwinters newest arrival, she plagues his thoughts and dreams. But there's something about her that he can't quite put his finger on.

This fic is mostly porn, demon/priest porn. Enjoy.

Warnings: Sinful thoughts, Religious stuff, Priest kink, Sex dreams, Sex, Smut, Adultery, Sinning, Masturbation 

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Chapter 2

William

The next morning, I was preparing for mass, which wasn’t due to start for another fifteen minutes. However, I knew some people liked to turn up early for better seats. This morning was no different. But Lily was not who I expected to see. She’d expressed her lack of faith when we first met, almost as if goading me to judge her. Her platinum blonde hair had been braided and pinned back neatly, with two loose curls framing her face. Sometimes when the sun shone, her hair looked almost white. And it always looked soft like satin that I sometimes found myself wondering what it would be like to run my fingers through it.

Her eyes were a deep brown, that in certain dark lighting it was hard to find where her pupil stopped, and her iris began. My eyes continued downward, taking all of her in. She wore a red blouse, the top parts of the sleeves puffed whilst the lower parts were made from black lace, as was the high collar. Although two of the buttons were strained, as if struggling to contain her. Quickly, I averted my gaze lower, not wanting to be caught staring at things I shouldn’t. Her black skirt stopped just below her ankle, her shoes echoing against the stone floor.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. She was a vision. A temptation. She plagued my thoughts, day and night. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I prayed, I could not escape her. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to anymore. A part of me wanted to give into her, give her everything I had to offer, my mind, body and soul. As quickly as those thoughts came, I reminded myself of Stella, of our children and God. Adultery was a sin; one I would not commit.

Lily smiled at me, and all my previous worries were forgotten. As she continued to approach, she glanced around the church as if a little unsure. “Good morning, father,” she greeted. My title had been uttered by many, but none made it sound so sultry, so sinful as her. “You know you don’t need to be so formal,” I reminded her. “Well, I’ve never taken part in mass before, I didn’t know if there were rules. I hope you don’t expect me to sing any hymns.” “The fact your present is good enough for me. But why the sudden change of heart?”

She shrugged, “curiosity. Part of me wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And I thought it would be nice to feel a part of the community, what with that poor girl missing.” “You’re not worried about some mythical serpent as well, are you?” “Not at all. I know it’s just a fairy tale that children are told to keep them from going places they shouldn’t. There are much more logical explanations for a missing girl.” That brought me a little relief, knowing that Lily didn’t believe it was a monster, or the devil come to wreak havoc.

“Is there anywhere in particular I shouldn’t sit? I don’t want to take anyone else’s seat,” Lily asked. “You may sit where you like,” I replied, “I have to say, I’m glad to see you here, keeping an open mind.” “Everyone has to believe in something, I might not believe in God, but there are other things I believe in.” Before I had the chance to ask her what she meant by that, other people from the town began to shuffle inside. Lily chose a pew, unfortunately it was the one that had the serpent carved into it. Nobody else sat in that pew, choosing superstition over logic.

Once the church was filled, I began reading from the verses I had chosen last night, ones I hoped would offer comfort to the people of Aldwinter. “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand,” I read from my bible. Glancing around, everyone but Lily had their heads bowed as if in prayer. Lily had her gaze fixed on me, hanging on my every word with a hint of amusement. For a few seconds, I couldn’t look away, once again distracted by her beauty.

Remembering myself where I was and who was here with us, I cleared my throat and continued to the next marked verse. “Say to those who have an anxious heart, ‘Be strong, fear not! Behold, your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God. He will come and save you.’ ” After an hour of easing the people’s minds and hearts with prayer and hymns, mass finally concluded. During that hour, I couldn’t help but continue to steal small glances at Lily. Every time I met her gaze, I wondered if she knew how I felt. If she knew the burden, I carried in my heart for her.

With mass over, most people left the church whilst Lily remained seated, looking deep in thought. Once we were alone again, another wave of guilt washed over me. Nothing had even happened between us. But I longed for it too. Lily finally got to her feet, glancing at me with a soft smile. “How did you find it?” I asked, referring to the service. Lily once again approached, although this time she seemed to be standing closer. From here I could smell hints of her perfume, bergamot, and rosemary. Her scent, much like the rest of her, was intoxicating.

“Whilst I haven’t had some grand religious awakening, I could listen to you read scripture all day,” she replied flirtatiously. I opened my mouth to respond but couldn’t think of anything to say, my mind going completely blank. For the first time in years, I felt a heat spread across my cheeks, absolutely flustered. “Lily, we-“ I started. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening for dinner, Stella invited me over again.”

She didn’t wait for me to respond or protest, turning and exiting the church. Not that I knew what to do or say. Whilst I now had full conformation that Lily was attracted to me, that didn’t offer me much comfort. It only seemed to make matters worse. I could have taken the not knowing, it would have meant my feelings would have eventually passed. But now, knowing the feeling was mutual and that nothing could come of it was agonizing. Turning to the altar, I sunk to my knees and prayed for strength, for forgiveness.

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“Will, wake up.” My eyes opened, my vision taking a few seconds to clear as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. Lips pressed to my abdomen, trailing upwards to my chest, then to my neck. Lily smiled down at me, nothing but love and devotion in her eyes. This was not who I had expected to see, panic and guilt overcoming me once more. “Li-“ I started. Lily cut me off, pressing a slender finger to my lips.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” she reassured me. Removing her finger, she pressed her lips to mine, softly at first. That kiss silenced my doubts and yet it wasn’t enough, I needed more. I needed all of her at once. As she went to pull back, I tangled my fingers in her hair to keep her lips on mine. I moaned softly into the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth and working against mine. The kiss was slow, sensual, and only awakened my lust further.

Lily pressed her wetness against me, rolling her hips to give us both the friction we craved. My hips bucked against hers, my cock throbbing with need. Soon I was unable to take anymore and rolled both of us over. “Please, Will. I need you,” she pleaded, her eyes full of desperation. Lily reached between us, guiding my cock to her dripping entrance. Without hesitation, I pushed into her, groaning at the feel of her wrapped around me. This was better than I could ever have imagined, she felt like heaven.

She clung to me, gasping as I filled her. Already her nails dug into my shoulders, her heels digging into my lower back. Leaning down, I kissed her again, pressing my forehead to hers as I started a slow, gentle pace. I had to take my time, or this wouldn’t last as long as I wanted it to. Having wanted this for so long, it was something that needed to be savoured. I had to commit every inch of her body to memory. And every facial expression, every sound.

All too soon, I awoke from the dream, painfully hard and in need of relief. Now, not even sleep would offer me relief from Lily. Stella was thankfully still asleep beside me. Yet the mere sight of her filled me with shame again. The fact I was thinking of another woman, now dreaming about her, was already a sin, already I had technically committed adultery. Carefully, I got out of bed to not wake her before locking myself in the bathroom. Closing my eyes, I whispered a prayer in the hopes I would find some relief.

Instead, I was plagued with more mental images of Lily from my dream. I could still hear her moans, feel the way she’d clung to me. I kept praying until finally there was a moment of reprieve. Turning my attention to the bath, I decided it was best to wash the filth from my body and mind. Turning the tap on the bath, I waited for the temperature to adjust before putting the plug in. Once it was full, I removed my clothes and slipped under the warm water. With a relaxed sigh, I rested my head against the edge of the tub.

Even after a final prayer, my cock was still hard, now throbbing painfully. My prayers were remaining unanswered, perhaps God had turned his back on me already for even having such sinful thoughts. Or maybe dreaming of Lily had been the final straw. My cock gave another throb, reminding me of its presence. If I just thought of Stella, it probably wouldn’t be such a bad thing if I touched myself. Reaching down, I gave in and grasped myself, sighing softly.

My hips bucked gently; it had been a while since I had last been touched this way. Closing my eyes, I pictured Stella beneath me, ready to receive me. Her kisses were tender, shy, yet loving. Her fingers would thread through my curls, a soft blush spread across her cheeks. Stifling a groan, I sped up my pace, wanting to get this over and done with. The fantasy changed, Lily on her knees before me as if in prayer only my cock was between her plush red lips.

The pleasure I felt masked my shame. How could something that felt so good be deemed so wrong? I longed for her, longed to feel her soft, warm skin against my own. To become one with her and feel her tight, wet walls around me. I needed to hear my name from her lips; I craved it. The pleasure was building the more I thought of Lily until finally it mounted, and I came with a muffled groan. Even as the pleasure subsided, my lust for her did not. This wasn’t enough, I had to have her.

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Fic writer questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

98

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

301,713

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Witcher, Loki, Stranger Things, Our Flag Means Death and Midnight Mass.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Praying for salvation (Midnight Mass)

Bring your hunger (The Witcher)

From past experiences (Loki)

Preparing for a new arrival (Loki)

Fighting to get to you (The Witcher)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, but I am behind on my comments at the moment. If you've left me one, I will get to it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There's a few that I intended to be solely hurt/no comfort and then I said yes to requests to find a happy ending, lmao. But I haven't written those happy endings yet, so they are currently unhappy endings for:

What He Deserves

A New Life

The Words I Could Not Say.

The last one is an upcoming Lokius fic and is probably the angstiest, but again, it will have a happier ending when I write a second chapter.

There's also a fic I dropped under a pseudonym because it's darker and I wasn't sure how people would react to it, so I won't be telling you what that one is.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Um, I don't know, I'm gonna say what's freshest on my mind:

What My Heart Just Yearns To Say

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've had one or two, so very infrequent.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Often. Usually penetrative or oral sex, kinky sex or masturbation, but I want to expand and write different kinds of sex.

I also write non-sexual kink.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't myself, but I helped @rins-love-wins with a crossover between Loki and The Essex Serpent.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Never.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I'm credited as a co-writer on 15 because I helped with editing, but I've never done co-writing where we come up with the story together.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Lokius is the most enduring for sure.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Are You Jealous? haunts me. I haven't written a follow-up chapter in so long. So, it's currently on the doubtful pile even though I do want to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Tension, slowing down moments, delving into character emotion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Crunching myself for deadlines, writing some fics without an outline and then feeling unclear of the direction for the fic, getting distracted from my wips by the new shiny shiny.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it. Haven't done it yet, but I like it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Loki was the first fandom I wrote for, but Midnight Mass ended up being my first published fic.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm gonna be cheeky and list a few for different reasons.

Petals In A Storm because it's my first completed multi-chapter fic.

Drown Out All The Sound because I managed to write a twist for the ending and blend my two faves: angst and smut.

In His Space because it's the most sexually tense non-smutty fic I've written.

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Violet: Chapter 19, Be Not Afraid

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Chapter 19: Be Not Afraid

Violetta couldn't breathe. The tears had ceased but her respiration was still halting and shallow against the soft fabric of Will's sweater. Although she hated to relinquish his touch, she stepped back, attempting to gather more air into her stubbornly locked lungs.

He still held her hands and looked into her eyes. “Darling, breathe with me...slowly,” he encouraged her, and she tried to follow his lead.

“I'm...I'm dizzy.”

“It's alright, love...come....come sit down,” he instructed, bringing her to a soft velvet sofa. “Now,” he continued in a soothing, authoritative voice, “do you see the candelabra over there?”

“Uh....yes,” she said, puzzled.

“Count the candles for me.”

“What?”

“Trust me.”

“Umm...uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei...six candles.”

Will beamed at her, nodding, eyes and cheeks lifting with his warm smile. “Good girl,” he praised.

She took a deeper breath and then asked, “What was that?”

“Ah...a new technique I've learned to help people calm themselves. It was quite effective with my parishioners in times of crisis.”

Despite her state, she still smirked, saying in a low voice, “But I suspect you never called them 'good girl'.”

“Eheh...” he chuckled, “No...no I didn't.”

In a moment the levity seeped away, and although they felt more calm, the undercurrent of dread chilled them, like cold stone on bare feet. At that moment, the Ambroses made their way into the library, also looking for Violetta, as Will had. Seeing her distressed state, and Will's concerned face they hurried to her.

“Violet! What the devil? What happened?” Charles exclaimed, as Katherine settled on the other side of the sofa with her to hold her hand.

“It's....uh...” She struggled to speak.

Will took up the slack. “It's rather 'who' happened to her.”

Katherine frowned and spat out, “Garrett?”

They nodded. Katherine hissed, “Oh that awful maggot of a man! Making our Violet cry.”

“Katherine!” Charles exclaimed in utter shock. He'd never heard his wife, in all the years of their marriage, speak so venomously of someone.

“Well it's true, Charles! You've seen it too...how he insults her. What has he done now, love?” She asked.

Violet stilled her breath and told them how Garrett was threatening to slander her into wedding him. (They didn't need to know that there might be a grain of truth in his account, so she kept that part of it decidedly to herself).

Violet began to speak, facing Katherine, and the quiet flat resignation in her voice needled the reverend's heart even more than her tears. “I don't know what do, Katherine. I really don't. Men have tried this kind of thing before and the family knew better, but with Garrett...I'm not so sure. For some incomprehensible reason they think highly of him. He's given me two weeks...and...and I just keep getting rejection letters for graduate programs and internships. God...I guess I better prepare myself for the convent.”

“Come now, child. That's obviously not what you want!” Charles chimed in.

Violetta looked up at to older man, surprised by his understanding of her.

“No...no it isn't.”

“Then it shall not be!” Charles said firmly. “Don't forget that we hold a good deal of sway with the mighty Vesperos as well. We can write on your behalf and dispel all this nonsense.”

“Do...do you think that would work?” Violet said cautiously.

“Why shouldn't it! We've known them a good deal longer.”

Katherine chimed it, “And this nonsense about giving her a two week ultimatum, as if she's a hostage!” She tutted in disgust, and said, “Violet, look at me. As long as you wish to, you have a home here, regardless of your courtship status, or academic plans, or working life. Whatever you choose. This is your home, and I won't hear any more about a lovely young lady like you being locked away in a convent with a bunch tedious religious types...no offense intended, Reverend,” she amended quickly.

Will chuckled heartily. “None taken. That's accurate in many cases.”

“Luckily, not in your case Reverend. Thank you for your kindness,” Violet said.

Charles spoke up. “See, my dear? We told you old Will here is nothing to be afraid of.”

Will smiled to them. “On the contrary...if anything, I was afraid of her. She was so clever in school that it terrified me. Shall we let bygones be bygones, Miss Vespero?” He winked as he said it so only she could see.”

She shook his hand. “With pleasure, Reverend Ransome. I owe a great deal to you for your kindness today.”

Will inclined his head in a chivalrous nod, “I am at your service.”

Charles looked around to the three of them sitting on the couch with an air of satisfaction. “Well my dear girl, it seems you have an army.”

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At the behest of the Ambroses, Violet did her best to enjoy the rest of the evening and not trouble herself about Garrett. They swore they would send a letter first thing in the morning. Luckily, she was able to spend the rest of the afternoon in the sanctuary of the kitchen, busying her hands and mind with a hearty dinner for the gathered company. Violetta was stirring the sauce as she saw Will's tall frame ducking through the doorway.

“Reverend,” she greeted him with a little smile, wiping her hands on her apron.

Catching sight of Greta out of the corner of his eye, Will played along. “Just 'Will' is fine, Violetta. I've just come to offer a hand. Do you ladies need some help bringing things to the table?”

Greta chimed in in her charming cockney accent, “Awww...see that, Violet! You need to find a man like that who actually wants to help about the house. Do you have a son, Reverend?” she asked.

“Heh,” Will laughed and blushed, “Indeed I do, Miss, two in fact, both happily married and overseas.”

Greta tutted, “Oh well, good for them, but our loss, right Vi?”

“Yeah...” she said absentmindedly. “Uh...well. Let's see...you can taste this sauce. Tell me if it needs anything.”

As she lifted the spoon Will steadied her hand with his own while he sipped. He licked his soft thin lips as his Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow. Then grinning broadly, he declared, “Mmm. That's absolutely splendid! I wouldn't say it needs a thing.”

It took her a moment to speak. “Uhhh...good..good. In that case you can take these dishes to the table and we'll be out with the rest in a moment.”

He nodded politely, making intense eye contact. “My pleasure.”

This man and all of his small charms are going to be the death of me. She thought, smiling to herself with a flicker of joy despite her worry and fatigue.

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After their supper, the mirthful company stood around playing parlor games. Jo sat at the large piano, hands dancing over the glossy keys with relish. Violet was happy to wash away the unpleasant memories of earlier that day with mulled wine, the sounds of song and laughter, and the glowing compliments on her cooking.

Before long, the group was standing circled around the piano singing Christmas carols. Standing beside her, crooning his in dulcet baritone, Will paused to raise an eyebrow at her. “Don't you enjoy singing, Miss Vespero?”

“Ha. I like to hear it. I refused to do it.”

“What a shame! I can be quite fun, you know.”

She smirked her red lips thinking, I could think of a few things to do with you that are much more fun.

“I'm afraid you can't convert me, Reverend. I won't sing. I am, however, a spectacular dancer,” she teased, then sipped at her punch.

“Really?” he said, with a wide grin, “That, I would love to see.”

“See? Wouldn't you dance with me?”

He got lost in the depth of her eyes for a moment as he turned to her, saying shyly, “I'm afraid I don't know the steps.”

“Well, for once, I could be the teacher.” She put forth the offer, laden with sly mischief.

“I would be an honored and obedient student,” he replied, holding her gaze.

When the carols ended, they turned their attention to where the others were pointing up and then chuckling and exchanging kisses.

Violetta looked up, seeking the source of the reaction. “What's going on?”

“Oh! Well...those sprigs hanging from the ceiling are mistletoe. It's tradition here to exchange a kiss if you find yourself standing with someone beneath it.”

At that moment they both looked up, a dawning realization flushing both of their faces. As the pointing and coaxing to kiss continued around the circle, Charles pointed to the two of them. “Ah, Will and Violet! Your turn!”

They both hesitated, regarding the smiling, flushed, tipsy faces turned to them expectantly.

“Uh, forgive me Charles, but isn't it a bit unseemly to kiss a priest.”

The gathered company chuckled at her observation.

Charles answered, “Oh dear girl, we're protestants. We're a bit more relaxed about that sort of thing.”

Will turned to her smirking, “...and it's 'reverend', Violetta, not 'priest'. How many times must I tell you?”

The gathered company started clapping and chanting “kiss, kiss, kiss!” until the two finally relented and pecked each other lightly and reluctantly on the cheek.

“There. That wasn't so bad, was it?” Charles asked with a chuckle as the revelry continued.

 -----

Violetta made her way to her rooms through the sleeping mansion, as usual, the last to bed in the evening. She liked the quiet of the night, but the hustle and shock of the day had worn her out too much to stay up for long. As she settled into her nightgown and her sheets she heard a nearly imperceptible knock and opened the door curiously.

Will swung in gracefully, taking care to quietly close the door behind him, before holding her close, kissing her delicious lips and freshly washed face and neck, tasting her sweet, clean skin.

“Will!” she gasped out in a whisper. “Are you mad? There's a house full of people!”

He met her eyes, earnest and solicitous, and spoke softly. “I know, darling. I just had to hold you. I had to make sure you're alright, and one silly peck under the mistletoe was certainly not enough. Let me hold you, just for a little while, please Bella” he implored, enclosing her in the secure ring of his arms.

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Hi Guys! I know I discuss my @smolvenger fics here but, with my giant completed series, Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed- should I revise the whole shebang to be from First Person to Third Person?

Initially, I wanted First Person because I wanted to get directly into Stella Ransome's head and her perspective- rather than some narrator telling us about it and her such as in the original source of The Essex Serpent, it is Stella taking control of her own narrative instead of being a passive cosmic punching bag denied the ability to even grieve the infidelity in the original source and her directly telling us, the Reader, what she thinks and feels, so that way her pain and humiliation of being cheated on a husband she loves as well as her whole emotional journey could be felt more directly, from Disposable Spouse with bad luck to Heroine of her own story. (Especially since the books it was partially inspired from- Wide Sargasso Sea, Ahab's Wife or The Star Gazer, Ophelia were all in First Person POV)

But I know Fanfic Readers hate First Person POV. I understand why in regards to X Reader Fanfictions but since this wasn't one I thought I could let it slide and that "it's my fic and I can do what I want"

But...would revising it all to be in Second Person POV make it all the more digestible?

BTW, you can read Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed here on Tumblr and on Archive of Our Own!

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currently reading: too many books... ‘the whisper man’ by alex north, ‘all the light we cannot see’ by anthony doerr, ‘dracula’ and ‘the death of vishnu’ by manil suri!!

last series: stranger things most recently and friends on a constant loop. considering starting the essex serpent since i just finished the book!

last movie in the theater: death on the nile--it didn’t get a lot of reception but i still really enjoyed it!

currently working on: finding a new job IRL and a couple kastle fics (zombie au last few chapters, a vampire au, a hades/persephone au) and a kanthony au and some blackbonnet au..............because i have no self control  👀

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