Happy December Everlarkers! To celebrate the month of multiple holidays and uncomfortable family gatherings, I made an Everlark Advent calendar for all of us to share. What does that mean? Well, each day from now until December 25th we’ll open a door to a new Everlark drabble or ficlet or chapter of a longer work.
Like Forrest Gump’s mama always said, Life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you’re going to get. And Everlark Advent is like that box of chocolates, some days you’ll get a pecan caramel cluster, some days it’ll be cherry cordial. But it’ll all be Everlark (and because it’s December, and it’s me, it’ll be heavy on the fluffy rainbows and unicorn vomit. #sorrynotsorry).
I hope you’ll join me here each day around 9:00 am EST for a new taste of Everlark - canon, AU, fluff, smut, something a little different each day.
It is far
easier then Klaus had expected, in the end, to let Tatia go. She passes him
several days after his conversation with Caroline, gives him the look he has
come to covet, the one that means she wishes for him to follow her deep in to
the woods, where they won’t be disturbed. And he does so willingly. But he
stills her wandering hands, when she presses him against a tree. Because there is
a question he needs answered, one he’s not stopped dwelling on.
been speaking to the other women in the village about us?”
shocked for a moment, before her dark eyes turn wide and beseeching, “It is the
way of women, Niklaus. I only want them to know that you are mine.” Tatia
presses her body into his, and perhaps once he would have been swayed by her
tempting curves. By her lush mouth, so near the skin of his throat.
with Caroline’s words ringing in his mind. She had told Klaus, with such conviction,
that he deserved better, and maybe she was right. Tatia considered him hers,
but did not allow him to claim her in the same manner. Expected devotion but did
not return it. Klaus is not stupid, he is aware that he is not the only man who
visits the woods with Tatia Petrova. He and Elijah do not speak of it, and
Klaus has always hoped that she would choose him. But it has been months upon
months, and still she dallies with them both.
“And if I
asked you to be mine? Only mine. From now on?”
her carefully, as he asks. Notes the tiny flickers that cross her face. The
briefest instance of annoyance, a blink of shock. And then Tatia is all soft
eyes and tempting smiles, “I need time, Niklaus. To make the best decision
possible for my future. Surely you cannot begrudge me that? Not when we enjoy
one another so.”
hoped for a moment that her answer would be different. That Tatia would choose him. The stab of
disappointment is swift, and gut churning, but there is peace that comes after.
He grasps her wrists, and steps aside, “I do not begrudge you that, Tatia. But
I believe it may be time to consider my own future.”
not turn back, as he walks away. Not even when she calls after him, plaintive
and dismayed. He feels lighter, with every step he takes.
A Strange Magic Fan Fiction: “Fair Sun, Envious Moon”
Alternatively titled: A Drabble in Which a Bet is Made, a Moon is Pondered and a Sun is Watched
In which Marianne shows Bog his first sunrise and he is quite taken with it.
Named after one of my favorite lines from Romeo and Juliet,
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she… .
This is separate from the story line I am writing. It is a standalone and will most likely not be referenced. And apologies for the rushed pace. I was eager to get this out and work on other things as well.
Please enjoy the one time you will ever see me being such a mother fucking romantic sap.
He supposed it had all began with a conversation earlier in the week. Maybe it was on a Monday. Or perhaps it had been a Tuesday. And, looking back, the Bog King couldn’t have told you if it had been morning or evening or what have you. But he did remember the conversation itself.
“You almost never come to the Light Kingdom.” Marianne stated, the tiniest bit of resentment slithering behind the tease.