#short fantasy

[videoreligion]

Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954)

[cgaubrey]

All The Creatures Were Stirring

Original Cozy, Queer Fiction. Rated T. 10k words. Supportive Family, Found Family, Asexuality Rep/Romance Read in Full: cgaubrey.com

When the Halloween Knight goes missing, misfit hearth witch, Merry Claus (yes, that Claus) must team up with their mercurial steed to find Hallow and save Halloween.

‘Twas the Night of All Hallows and through the Dark Wood All the Creatures Were Stirring as well that they should.

Merry Claus was born a frightening nearly eight weeks early, on what would have been Halloween night if Christmas Town had such. She was very like every other Claus in a hundred generations–face pleasingly round, moon-pale, red-cheeked, and dimpled—and she laughed twice before she ever once cried. Her hair was so wild and wispy that she always needed a cap, but it wasn’t the rainbow-white of new-fallen snow, it was the color of cobwebs and dreams of wood smoke. The shape of her eyes was the same as her father’s, wide and wondering, but they did not twinkle as a good Claus’s should. Instead, they gleamed darkly, deep as a scrying mirror.

In time, Merry grew as plump as her parents, with her father’s strong shoulders and her mother’s broad hands, and she was as ever stalwart, loving, and true. But it became quickly obvious to everyone that she would never be fully happy at the North Pole. The Winter Forest was too quiet. Faced with perpetual hibernation, most creatures had chosen a warmer clime, and Merry, who read every wildlife book she could find, loved every creature, great and small, beautiful and terrible. So much so that she was lonely for them. She tried making friends among the arctic creatures, but they were shy or more solitary even than she. And after the incident with the polar bear, her poor parents had no choice but to keep her close to home, which meant she had only the reindeer, and the chickens, and her mother’s two turtle doves.

None of whom wanted to abscond on fright-night adventures with the young cobweb-haired witch of Christmas Town.

Merry did her best to fit in, though that was never demanded of her. No Santa worth his snow, her father always said, would repeat the mistakes of Rudolph’s. Still, Merry didn’t mind wearing the family’s traditional red. It was as dramatic as any vampire cape and layered well with autumn plaids. And she shared her mother’s love of baking, of cinnamon and spice. No one ever complained that she added pumpkin to every recipe, or carved spooky silhouettes into her pie crusts.

When the elves baked Winter Solstice cookies, Merry iced the stars in orange, the moon in harvest yellow with black shadows flying before it: witches and bats, ravens and owls. The elves laughed good-naturedly, asked if she had gotten lost, but her parents would not let anyone correct her.

“That would imply,” said Father Christmas sternly, “that she had done anything wrong.”

But Merry would realize that she was different, even if different didn’t mean wrong. 

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I’ve Missed You Beloved

Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader

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You don’t know how long its been. Correction. Its been 46 days and Beckett has tried to take all your hope. Your hope that Jack comes back to you. Even if they told you he was dead. You don’t believe it. The only way you’ll believe it, is if his dead body lay before you. “Little Sparrow, what madness do you speak of today?” Your chains have become heavier with each passing day. “Stop calling me that, you treacherous pig.” You turn away from the soldiers, gazing out the small peep hole you’ve made. “You’ll die here, filthy pirate.” They forcefully slide you a bowl of water and bread. Waiting until they’re gone, you drink and eat. Longing to be touched, to be held, to be loved by your beloved. Pirates on the sea believe love is just a silly folks tale but you believe anyone can fall in love. Everyone has that one person they love or can love. “i miss you jack.” You dare speak under your breath. Three words combined with a name, the three words most pirates would say with a loved ones name who have passed on from the land of the living.

Loud shots enter the air. Unfazed you look to the noise. Raising to your feet, quicker than ever. “Pintel? Ragetti?” They fiddle with the lock for a bit, but the clink setting a smile on your face. “Hurry, Captain will blow this boat to wood in no time.” Pintel did not have to tell you twice. Quickly, you followed them to the emergency boat and rowed to the black pearl. In the midst of this, you caught the eye of Jack. You let out a lovestruck sigh and displayed a breath taking smile. All he could do was stare. Beckett’s boat was being blown to smithereens but you could careless. What was on your mind was being with your beloved once more. Changing your old, ragged clothes. You joined the sizable amount of individuals on the deck. Seeing a few faces, you never thought you’d see again. Avoiding Barbossa, you bump into Elizabeth and display a tight smile at her discomfort. “Seen a ghost?” You tease. “You’d be surprised.” She avoids your eye contact. Moving on, you see familiar faces.

The shining ball of light says its farewells, its sibling taking its place, the seas calming at the peaceful change. With everyone in their designated spots, you stride to the captains den. Closing the door behind you as you step to a quiet corner. Jack looking out the window, right across from where you stand. Tilting your view to the side. “seems no one can stay dead.” Glancing back, he stood before you. Tall and Handsome. Taking a step to the side, the loud lock on the door echo’s minimally though the room. “seems so.” He matches your low tone. His fingers lightly trace your jawline. His thumb playing with your bottom lip. His eyes burning into yours. “I've missed you, beloved.” Those four words linger in the air like salt water. Blowing out the last candle that kept the room lit, you crave what happens next.

[scribbled-writerly-thoughts]

A short fantasy/sci fi on demi-humans wanting to go to space.

[jehanjetaime]

I’m posting a short story (light horror, fantasy) on Twitter! Find it at the handle @HollowaySoren. I’d link but we all know how Tumblr works

[ddesign8or]

Sleep

Entry#83

Slumber into your deepest dreams, forgetting what is known. Then, the day came and it woke you up from your sweetest dreams to see everything changed. 

A man slowly approached you from the capsule where you were sleeping. You quickly got up and ready to hurl on the man when he mumbled something. He spoke softly and unintimidating, trying to calm you down. You stared at his face and every memories went back. It was actually your brother. He looks different now, Beard’s grown on his face. He looks more muscular than a limpy thin younger brother you had. You hardly recognized him, but you know for sure it’s him.

He took you by the hand, helping you out and you weakly tried to take a step which you had forgotten how for a while. You knelt to your feet while trying to process everything that had happened. As you tilted your head a little, you noticed a window pane and slowly curiously motioned to it. You saw someone’s reflection from the window. It was a young girl. Young, thin, but tall. She’s wearing a long white gown with a long curly brown hair. You traced your hand to the reflection and realized something, It was you. You haven’t changed at all.

Your brother told you, that it’s been 10 years after a man went to your town and took all the children. Your brother was bedridden sick that time, which saved him from it. 

You’ve been lost for 10 years just like the other children who were presumed lost or dead.  But your brother was determined to find you, it was a long journey and always came to dead end. Fortunately, he was able to find you. Whatever did the man to you, you never grew. You stayed young the same as the day you went missing. 

Now, you’re helping your brother to find all the other children and looking for the answer of what happened 10 years ago and what the mad man did  to you.

[waltzing-gonzalo]

Pricked by the Same Rose You Gave Me

Fandom: Helix Waltz Characters: Duke Jorcastle, Tilla Jorcastle, Gonzalo Jorcastle Genre: Angst, Canon-Divergent Words: 269

"You are still awake?"

Rising from her seat, the duchess of Jorcastle made her way to her husband with open and eager arms;

"Will you restrain your wife for having more time with you?" A smile painted on her lips, "You would always say that the senate had recently been demanding much of your presence."

Reciprocating his woman's embrace, the man did not close the distance from him and his wife, and parted quickly to put his portable writing desk down;

"No. It is.. it is not that. I just thought, you would retire to bed after taking care of our Gonzalo.."

Seeing her husband removing not, his coat and shirt, Tilla rushed again to her husband, warming his back with her embrace once more; "Are you still cold? Or do you need help in remov---"

"No!" Surprised and angered, the duke cleared his throat and sighed deeply; "Sorry, love.. I am just quite stressed after a senate assembly."

Worried, his wife just gave him a weary smile.

"I will fetch the maid then to prepare some tea for you. We could discuss some matters about the assembly by the dining then, darling."

With a wall in between them as she shut the door, by the dim light, a single tear fell towards the duchess' lips, followed by a stream washing off her painted smile.

No. It was not because he always comes home late.

It was not he was always occupied with work.

But because he smelled differently that night.

And it was not her perfum that lingered on his shirt.

"Mommy?"

"Mommy, why are you crying?"

[her-monster]

Untamed: Chapter Three

**WLW smut ahead. You’re welcome ;)**

ABI—

Of course, I wanted more than what I told her. But I knew, if she knew my name, knew my intentions to mate her fully, she would refuse me again. So I would seduce her, show her what I could offer her, what my body could make hers feel, and then I would win over her heart.

As she had done mine with one look.

Her mouth on mine was like the sweetest fruits, liquid pleasure I wanted to drown in. She held my face with gentle fingers, although her arms were heavily muscled and her hands were callused from work and battle. But with me, she was only gentle and soft.

I pulled her up against me, dragging my hips up to meet hers. Wanting to feel every inch of my body merged with hers. But even on my tiptoes, our bodies didn’t align.

Dammit, I had to get her down to the earth. There I could adore her body fully.

I gently led her to the soft bit of grass I sleep in, and laid her down. She watched me with heavy lidded eyes, propped on her elbows, as I stared down at her with my emotions heady and overwhelming.

I had never felt this way before, and I wanted to bask in it. I had always heard of love like this, from my Mama, my sister Ami, her mates, but I had only been able to pray that I would someday feel it too.

Now I did, and I was desperately reaching out and holding it to my breast with everything in me. I wouldn’t let it get away. Couldn’t let her leave without making her feel something for me.

I moved over to her, hiking up my skirts and straddling her lap before leaning down and resuming our kiss. Her tongue met mine tentatively, as her hands roamed to my waist to hold me down against her. My thighs and sex, unencumbered by my skirts or any sort of loincloth, for I hated them, pressed against her hard belly. I groaned, rocking my hips, and her own legs spread behind my back, her chest arching up as she pulled her mouth away.

Her breaths were heavy as she met my eyes before reaching up and around me, unlacing the back of my dress. At the same time, I reached beneath me and pulled her shirt and jerkin, and even her breast covering, yanking them up to pool around her neck.

She laughed at my excitement, but when I looked down at her, taking in the sight of her naked flesh, she grew quiet. Her breasts were full— much larger than mine, but they were proportionate to her body. Her belly was hard but not flat. Just a bit of extra cushion for my sex to press up against made her soft over the muscles I could feel working beneath me.

Her nipples were hard with her arousal, and I leaned down, feeling her breaths tick as I took one into my mouth and sucked gently, my other hand coming up to flick and twist the other.

“Oh, sweet girl,” she breathed with a hitch in her voice, as her fingers fumbled with the laces at my back.

I felt the dress fall slack around my shoulders, and pulled from Clara’s breasts, leaving her poor nipples swollen and red, wet with my juices. I sat up straight, letting my dress fall to my waist, and smiled when Clara’s breath hitched.

She reached up, plucking at my nipples before taking both breasts in her palms and kneading them. I cried out, my hips jerking against her naked belly, and she smiled.

“Dear gods, sweet girl, you’re stunning. These sweet breasts are perfect. May I taste them?”

I shuddered, my clit feeling as if it was on fire, my hole clenching as I trickled my arousal onto the belly of the woman below me.

“Next time, dear Clara. This time, I want to taste your desire. May I?” I asked, my fingers pulling suggestively on the edge of her trousers.

“You may, sweet girl. I would be honored to feel you against my most secret place.”

My body was all but shaking with my arousal as I scooted down, pulling Clara’s trousers down to her knees before lifting her knees and spreading her out like a banquet before me.

Her arousal had soaked her mound, the dark curly hairs slick with her pleasure. I leaned down, spreading her folds to expose that little nub of pleasure. It was swollen, red, and wet, peeking out from beneath its protective hood, just dying for my kiss.

I moved my mouth to within an inch of that most sensitive spot, and then looked up into Clara’s eyes. She was watching me, but her eyes were glazed, unfocused. I had brought her to the brink, and I hadn’t even touched her most sensitive places yet.

Gods, I would enjoy teaching this woman of how many ways I could make her body shatter.

I blew a soft breath against her clit, and Clara cried out, her head falling back, her knees coming up to surround me. Then I tongued the little mound and her entire body shuddered.

“Oh, sweet girl, yes,” she moaned, her thighs trembling around my head.

“Take your pleasure, dear Clara,” I said against her soft flesh. “Hold my head against you, squeeze me with these powerful thighs, let me feel your pleasure. Don’t hold back. Show me how I make you feel.”

And with that, I began to devour her sex. I focused first on the folds around her hole, closest to her anus, before slowly making my way to her center. I brought my fingers into play, gently inserting one and seeking out that spot in the center of her hole that would bring her to climax, just as I moved back and licked her clit before pulling it between my lips and laving it with affection.

When I felt her fingers dig through my hair, tangling it around her to hold my face against her sex, as she pulled herself up to surround me with her body, I smiled against her. I took her swollen, throbbing clit between my teeth and sucked oh-so-gently, just as I kneaded that spot inside her I knew was the most sensitive.

She screamed and her entire body bucked, her thighs clenching around my head.

“Please, sweet girl,” she panted from above my head. “I wish to share pleasure. Twist your— oh gods, I c-can’t!— twist your body towards me!”

I dug my tongue into her hole just as I pushed another in with the one pressing against her sweet spot, and she screamed again.

“Please, I’m going to— soon! Please, sweet girl. I want your pleasure on my tongue!”

“Hold out your arm,” I answered, pulling away only long enough to spit the words out before sucking her clit back between my teeth.

She obeyed, her long, muscled arm reaching down. I twisted up and around, my sex clenching as I straddled her hand. She immediately dug two fingers into my sex, her thumb rubbing up against my hard, throbbing clit, and I screamed against her skin.

She easily found the throbs of my pleasure, and I was dripping onto her fingers within seconds as she circled my clit with her thumb.

“Come with me, sweet girl. Let me feel your climax in the palm of my hand!”

I obeyed instantly, screaming against her clit, my fingers hooking inside her as my hips bucked on her calloused palm and my pleasure slicked out to soak her fingers.

Her own orgasm had her chest arching up off the ground, her thighs trembling and twitching around my head, and her juices gushing around my tongue as her little clit danced in my mouth, her soft passage milking my fingers as I rubbed her insides as she came down all around me.