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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 3

Summary: Nick discovers you, and wants to save you

Pairings: August Walker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, obsessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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Nick pours himself a glass of scotch. Looking over the cubes of ice, he thinks about adding one, but he welcomes the harsh burn of the amber liquid. It had been a rough day. These Omegas were a mess. None wanted to perform anymore. They were becoming harder to control, and just once, he wanted them to do their fucking job.

Hearing a knock on his door, he groans, but lets them know that it is in fact open. “Your meal you requested, Mr. Fowler.”

“Mmm,” he responds to his least favorite Omega. Peggy was always stirring some shit up. Always into too much of the business.

“The senator is making his first appearance tonight. Apparently he’s found him a pretty little Omega who is all too proud about her need to wait until marriage.”

Nick looks up at her annoyed. Taking another slow sip of the alcohol, “Do you have a point?”

“Word on the street she’s not a virgin. Just a virgin to Alphas. Imagine what a Omega who has never taken a knot would be worth? There’s a few Beta playboys who have been digging around needing information about the famous Royal Pony. Might entice them, and one of such high standing. She’s all over the news, articles of what a good girl she is are printed daily.”

Nick turns around and glares at the haggard Omega, “She’ll be on the news tonight,” Peggy smirks before taking her leave.

“Meddlesome bitch,” Nick groans before taking a bite of his food. He runs his fingers through his hair, giving the brunette locks a slight tug, before grabbing the remote. Clicking on the evening news while he eats.

It’s true, an unmated and un-knotted Omega would be a great commodity to the Pony, but he needed to see what all the fuss was. Tonight was supposed to be the official outing for you and the senator as an engaged couple. While he was making his rounds for a re-election, you were hitting all the news outlets about true love, and your decision to wait.

He rolls his eyes, figuring that he had indeed had you, that this was all for show. There was no way an Alpha of such high regard would actually wait. But then he sees you walking around his pool house with the interviewer. Showing them your current home, and how you couldn’t wait to be married and give him all the pups he should want.

Your eyes shine as you show them your life. With every praising quote they recited from your fiancé, you preen with excitement. Speaking only of your fiancé in the highest regard. You were stunning. The perfect Omega. With enough reserve to leave him wanting more, but you had pride in your relationship.

“Shall we bring out the fiancé?” the reporter asks. Most wouldn’t notice it, but Nick did. A millisecond of fear flashes in your eyes. “Mr. Walker,” and even the young boy steps back as the menacing figure of August Walker walks into your temporary home.

He should be ashamed of himself, keeping you out alone in the pool house. His beefy arm wraps around you immediately, and he pulls you in close to him. His head, tilting to the side to peer down at you. To some this would be a sign of sweetness. Thinking he was giving you a quick peck, but Nick catches it. He whispers into your ear, and your eyes flash quickly for only a second. He was commanding you.

Your smile bright, when you beam up at him, giving his belly a quick scratch before settling your hand on his lower stomach. He was so much larger than you in frame and thickness. Seemingly the perfect Alpha, but there was a darkness that lingered in the air with him. Nick couldn’t put his hand on it.

“There are none quite like her,” August gives your side a quick squeeze before you nod, smiling up at him for the praise. “She’s going to be the perfect wife. And while I know some may think this is a bit extreme,” a squeeze onto your side makes you look back up at him with so much love on your face, fake love. “We’re happy, and that’s all that matters.”

August’s jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth. The Alpha was usually guarded and secretive of his life. Why was this so different? Everything about this interview seemed off. With a quick search of his polls, Nick understood why. No one compared to him. “The extreme playboy has found his perfect Omega.”

And you were. You played the part well. Giggling and smiling up at him, and your hand never stopped holding onto his stomach. “Now if you would excuse us, we do have a wedding to plan.”

“Of course. You saw them here first, with their first official outing as an engaged couple.”

Nick clicks through your photos online with him, and you are obedient. He saw that submissive pose more than once. Nothing of your early childhood existed. It was like you were plucked out of nowhere, and built just for August.

He had prided himself on doing some deep dives on the internet, and had been known to hack into a few high profile’s people’s phones. Letting them know just how they could find them an Omega, especially with Betas. Getting into August’s phone proved to be a bit difficult. But he managed, and you were no virgin. Albeit, he didn’t have a single photo of you taking his knot.

The photos were an Alpha’s dream. Every single one had you in the most vulnerable and submissive state, and then there was the photo that caused Nick to want you. Meeting August was no accident. He’d heard of places like that. And no doubt August had found him an Omega perfect for him. Nick had to save you. You deserved more than to be used as his kink. What would happen once the new wore off? He was doing you a favor.

August had invited this plan by sticking you away from his main house. Tucked away from him. Left to go through your heats alone, while he kept pictures of your pained face at the loss of him for his personal spank bank. People like him disgust Nick. He will find you. And he will save you. And if he could get over his issues with being mated, he would adore you. Treat you like the princess you were. If only.

Throughout the weeks, Nick followed your painfully obvious social media posts. Your perfection only added to August’s appeal. People adored you, adored your mystery, and your innocence. He’s sure that someone behind the scenes had to have your files scrubbed, and infuriated him to not know where you came from. It was easier to take Omegas that trusted him. He just had to make things up as he went.

Standing outside your private small house, still on the grounds, but the security was lacking. Nick spotted every camera. Waiting outside to see August walk out after he had his evening with you. His anger elevates more everyday. He should have just claimed you. It would have made what Nick was about to do harder. August would be able to feel your distress, instead he was leaving you in a puddle begging for more.

“Let me do what I’m designed to do,” you whine as you follow him out the door. “Alpha, please!” you were needy, and he wondered what August’s end goal was with not claiming you now was.

“Now that is enough. Return to your bed. I left you a little present. You’ve done so well today, Omega,” before he spins on his heels leaving you sniffling. Walking into your bedroom, it’s pitiful that you get excited about his button up shirt from today. Slipping it on your body, and snuggling into it. Wishing that it was August.

It was now or never. He slips in through the cameras’ blind spot, and you were so spent and lonely, you actually thought it was him. “Alpha, you came back,” running up to him, but you back away the moment you scent him. “You’re not Auggie.”

“No, I’m here to rescue you. Do you know what he’s doing to you?”

“He loves me,” your lower lip trembles, and you search around your empty room. Wrapping your arms tight around yourself, and taking a deep scent of August’s smell. “He’ll have you killed.”

“If he finds me. He won’t. Aren’t you tired of him playing with you? Getting all these photos and videos of barely giving you him, before he’s stomping away? You know he’s playing with some other Omega in his house don’t you.”

“He wouldn’t,” you shake your head, stepping back further from him. “H-h-he’s got plans for us.”

“Yeah, box office plans. Using a live feed of your wedding night to help pay for his campaign. August is full of dirty money, even you know that. He’s been using you for a long time hasn’t he Omega? You’re such a sweet one. He targeted you. I want to offer you an out. Let you be the sweet Omega you were taught to be,” he knew. You look up at him, thinking that he knew everything that you had been through. What your father had made you endure. “What is it that you want?”

“Can I see Frank again?”

“Sure,” he answers quickly, but you don’t even care. That was enough of a confirmation for you.

“August won’t find me?”

“He’ll never find you where I’m taking you,” he holds up his gloved hand, waiting. You look around your room before grabbing it. “There’s a good girl. We’ve got a long night ahead of us. If you keep quiet, I’ll let you cuddle with me tonight. I know you’re exhausted. You just want someone to love you, don’t you?” you nod your head, inhaling his intoxicating musk with the tiniest bit of iris, making your head spin. “Mmm, is that pear I detect?” he asks wafting your scent.

“Yeah,” you smile, looking away from him. Nick was entranced, it took very little to embarrass you.

“Alright, beautiful Pear Blossom. You ready to join me?” you nod your head, and he points to some clothes, turning around to give you privacy, but you’re still keeping August’s shirt. Anything to see him.

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lesbian-deadpool · 4 years

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Horses?

(Platonic) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 2,367

Warnings: Swearing, horse jokes, knives, playful threatening. I think that's it.

Request: For someone who wished to remain anonymous, for donating to the Australian bushfires.

Summary: The Trickster God got tricked. Now you gotta help him.

A/N: Bold and italics = Letter. It’s a lot less angsty that what I think you wanted... but I really hope you like it nonetheless.

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It was a knock at the door that originally woke you, making you jump up, and stalk to the door with your pistol raised.

You peered through the peephole and spotted nothing. You had heard a knock, you were sure of it. It couldn’t have been a dream.

“Great,” you said to yourself, beginning to unlock the door. As it was the only thing you could do, with being on the run and all. “Now I’m acting like the white person in a horror movie. See, Y/N, this is how people die.”

Yanking the door open, with your gun raised, you checked either side of the hallway of your apartment. Nothing. Surveying the floor. Nothing. Even going as far to check the ceiling. Still nothing.

You shook your head, with furrowed eyebrows, before pulling yourself back into your apartment and relocking the door.

“Must have been some kids messing around-” you mumbled to yourself... then, “-Oh my fucking, God!”

“Hell, Y/N.” Loki stood before you, in a black suit, and holding a cane in front of him. “How are you? It’s been some time.”

“I think you just made me piss myself.”

Loki gave you a mischievous smile at that.

“Oh, how I would have loved to see that.”

“Is that another one of your kinks, you greasy bastard?” you asked, eyes hard as you walked past him.

“Okay, so you’re still mad.”

“I’m still mad?!” you roared, “Of course I’m still fucking mad! You set me up for something I didn’t fucking do! Got me fired from S.H.I.E.L.D., and I’ve been on the run for the last six years!” Gripping his collar in your hands, you yanked him towards your face, to seave, “Now tell me, would you still be angry?”

It was a few moments before he spoke again.

And when he did. This was his “answer”.

“You can be quite frightening you know that?”

You pushed him away with a sigh.

“What do you want?”

“I need your help.”

You watched him for a few seconds.

He wasn’t being serious, was he?

He couldn’t be.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, right now.”

As it would turn out, he was not.

***

“You’re obsessed with this glowy-ass-cube. And yet you lost it?”

“I didn’t... necessarily, ‘lose it’-”

“Oh, so what? It got stolen from you?” you laughed, “That’s so much worse! Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Trickster God’? And yet someone stole from you!”

Loki glared at you as you continued to laugh until you were wheezing.

He waited until you had calmed down, and were wiping away your tears.

“You done?”

“For now.” You shrugged. “So. What did happen to the glorified building block?”

“It’s ‘The Tesseract’,” Loki clarified harshly, “And-” His sentence was finished off in a mumble.

“What?”

“A... cat... ate. It...” Loki struggled to say as if it was the hardest thing to do.

“A cat ate it?” you asked trying not to laugh again, “You sure it wasn’t a horse?”

“What?! Why would it be a horse?”

“Oh. No reason...” You took a second to make sure you were walking the right way along the busy New York sidewalk, before quickly turning your attention back to Loki. "Anyway. Cat's don't eat things like that."

"Well, this one did!"

Your jaw dropped when you saw the slight fear behind the demigod's eyes, all because of a little cat.

“Are you really scared of a tiny, baby puddy tat?” you asked with a pout.

“Things came out of its mouth.”

“Things?”

“Like tentacles.”

“... have... have you been watching a little too much henti?”

“What’s that?” Loki asked.

“Nothing,” you replied hastily. “Not that you probably wouldn't like it,” you muttered to yourself.

***

How you got onto the subject of your ex-partners. You didn’t know. But, here you were!

Loki looked off into the distance as he spoke, “Ah, I remember my first girlfriend-”

“Are you seriously beginning to monologue, right now? Didn’t think you were that much of a stereotypical villain.”

“-She was beautiful.”

“Horse. It was a horse, wasn't it?”

“She wasn’t a horse!” Loki yelled.

“... she was a horse,” you muttered in reply, nodding your head as Loki roared in frustration.

“Shh!” You placed a finger against your mouth. “It’s hunting kitty season. Remember?”

Loki grumbled at you in response. You had to say. Loki in full camo paint and laying upon the dirt ground, amongst the trees, was pretty funny. You never imagined Loki to be the type of person, to get down and dirty. But hey, when he has someone like you to push him to do it... he has no choice.

He wanted you to help.

And "help" is what he was getting.

You weren’t gonna do all the work.

Loki groaned. “What’s taking so long?! When will this cat get a fucking move on?!”

“Do you mean you what this cat to “giddy-up”?”

“I will kill you.”

Before you could utter your reply, with your mouth still open and your eyebrows scrunched, you listened to the whirring noise that was undoubtedly the sound of a remote-controlled, toy vehicle.

And you were right.

A green and orange monster truck was barreling its way towards you.

It made a sudden stop in-between yours and Loki's faces.

"See, this is your fault," Loki accused.

"Your fault."

You reached out and grabbed the letter, that Loki apparently didn't notice.

"Dear, Idiots-"

"Hey!”

“It’s not me, it’s the letter!” you yelled back. “Now, let me read it.” You cleared your throat, ruffling the paper in your hands.

“Dear, Idiots,” You raised a finger at Loki, indicating him not to interrupt you again. “You really think we don't know you're out there? ...”

“I thought you were supposed to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent?!”

“Yeah, I was!”

“You have two options. One. You can wait out there and my friend will come out to get you. Or Two. You can knock on the door, yourselves. You have five minutes.”

You hummed at the letter. “Welp! Let’s go knock on the door!”

“We’re not knocking on the door.”

“Listen, they already know we’re out here. So why prolong the inevitable?”

“You realise I have magic?” Loki asked, “Whoever comes out, I will be able to fight them.”

“And yet, you needed my help...” You let out a sigh. “Hey, you see that black car over there?” You pointed to the sleek black SUV. “That’s Nick Fury’s car.”

“What?! And you didn't think to tell me that?! Do you have any loyalty?!”

“Loyalty to you?! You really think we are friends? That I’m on your side?”

Loki said nothing, just processing your words. Before huffing and replying with, “We’re not knocking on the door.”

You only smiled at him.

***

“Ah, Y/L/N. Glad you made the right decision,” Fury greeted, opening the door, “And Loki. Sad to see you again.”

“Likewise.”

“God guys,” you began with a smile, making Fury’s eye narrow at you, knowing you well enough to know what you were about to do, “The sexual tension between you two is insane, I for one, am surprised that you haven pounced on each other yet.”

Fury rolled his eye at you and Loki opened his mouth to yell his reply, before a woman covered in what seemed to some sort of grease or oil, walked into view, and began talking.

“So... why were you spying on my house?”

“That!” Loki startled you, pointing at the ginger cat upon the stairs.

“Goose?”

“Oh, is that its name?!”

“Okay, why have you got a problem with my cat?” A blonde woman, also covered in grease, slid up behind you both.

“It stole from me.”

“The Tesseract,” You clarified, “Loki says it ate it with tentacles, apparently. I just think he was high.”

Scratching the purring gingers head, the blonde woman said, “Oh, so that’s where she got it from? You two.”

“Nope. Not me. Just him- Wait...” You paused. “Are you seriously not gonna deny the whole tentacle thing?”

“Why would we?” The first woman shrugged.

“Because-!... cat’s don’t do that!”

“She’s not actually a cat.”

“What?!”

“She’s an alien.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Loki spoke.

“What?!” you yelled, “That does not make sense!”

Fury chuckled at your reaction, “There is so much you’ve missed.” He then turned to Loki. “You’re not getting the Tessaract back, by the way.”

“I need to sit down,” you whimpered before Loki could reply, “Alien cats? Would you believe it?” you continued to ask yourself, as you walked further into the house.

***

So, cats are aliens. Or aliens can look like cats rather. The Avengers broke up- But you knew that already. You had been severely out of the loop for the last six years, but not that out of the loop. Loki had faked his death. Of course, he did. The Avengers fought against some purple alien titan, in a country called Wakanda, and won. Without you. Not even an invite. How nice. They still didn't trust you... lovely.

The Avengers were pardoned from the government and left to live their lives.

And S.H.I.E.L.D. was thriving better than ever, especially now that H.Y.D.R.A. had been wiped out from the cooperation.

You were currently sat outside, with the “cat” named Goose, upon your lap, as you stroked through its fur. As you watched the slowly setting sun, over the treetops of Louisiana. It was a peaceful place, you had to admit that. Beautiful too. It made you wonder why you didn’t hide out here, while you were on the run.

“She likes you.”

You turned to peer over your shoulder, seeing Fury standing there with his arms crossed, also looking at the sunset.

“I guess you could call me the Flerken whisperer.” You smiled.

Fury had a smile on his own face before it fell, and he looked towards his feet. You were surprised. You had never seen Fury when he wasn’t sure of himself.

“I... I’m sorry.”

Okay. Now you were surprised and confused.

“I didn’t trust you when Loki framed you, and I should have. We all should have. And I’m sorry about that.”

“You can’t. You can’t just do that,” you told him, “You can’t just apologize, and expect me to be fine with that. I was a fugitive for six years. I lost all of my friends... I lost everything, Nick.”

“I know,” he nodded, “And I know I, and everyone else, has a lot of ass-kissing to do. But... I hope that this can be a good start.”

Fury moved to hand you something, which you cautiously took from his hand.

Your lips curved at the S.H.I.E.L.D. badge in your hand.

“You just have a surplus of these things on you at all times?”

He chuckled. “No. That one's mine... I just wanted to make a grand gesture. You’ll get yours when you come to headquarters... that is if you chose to accept your position again.”

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re like a father sometimes?”

“More than I’d like to admit.”

You chuckled at his words. “I want a promotion.”

“With the correct training, it’s yours.” Fury smiled down at you. “Will all your years away, you must need a lot of work to whip you back in shape.”

“Insulting.”

A booming laugh sounded from Fury, as he turned to walk back inside.

“See, you later. Agent.”

You jumped up before he could leave. “Wait.” He turned to face you, cocking an eyebrow in silent question. “I actually have something I won't propose to you.”

***

Not too long later, you were joined outside by Loki.

No longer confined to the rocking chair by your new-found friend, and instead choosing to hold onto the railing surrounding the porch, still gazing at the colourful sky.

“So...” he started, “Nicolas told me you recommended me for a position in S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Well, actually, I recommended you for a position on the Avengers,” you corrected, “But I guess Fury wanted you to work your way through S.H.I.E.L.D. first- The rookie stuff, at least. I can’t say that he trust’s you.”

“I wouldn’t see why he would.”

“And you have to do it, I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Then I suppose I have no other choice.”

“Damn straight.”

“... thank you,” Loki uttered sincerely.

“Hey, what are friend’s for?” You sighed, looking at the remnants of the sunset, with your hand still holding onto a smiling Loki’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “So... what do you think about seeing Thor again? Say yay or nay,” you finished off, saying ‘nay’ like a horse.

You burst out laughing when Loki magically pulled a knife out of thin air, pointing it at you.

Yep. It seems like your life was finally turning around, for the better.

(Bonus Scene)

Four months later and thriving in your new life, back at S.H.I.E.L.D.. Well, technically the Avengers.

Yes, that's right. The Avengers.

That was Fury’s way of ‘a promotion’.

And you couldn’t be happier.

Especially as you laughed at the sight in front of you.

“Common, Loki! But your back into it! Clip-clop!” You clapped your hands, with the ‘clip-clop’, laughing brightly as you watched Loki ran an intense obstacle course, currently heaving a weighted dummy, as he sprinted across the field and towards the next task.

“How’s he doing?” Thor asked, sliding up beside you.

“He’s doing good. Luckily Fury appointed me, to whip him into shape.”

Thor hummed. gesturing to the course, he asked, “What’s next, after this?”

“Natasha agreed to spar with him.” Looking over you asked, “You gonna come watch his ass get kicked?”

“I wound not miss that for the world.”

You turned back to see Loki going too slow for your liking.

“Common! Faster! Don’t make me get out the whip!”

Loki stopped in the middle of crossing a balancing beam, staring deeply into your eyes, from across the field. And pulling four-

Count them.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

-Throwing knives from nowhere. Playfully threatening you, as you knew he would never try to actually hurt you. Thor laughing loudly beside you, as he did.

“How does it feel like being our honorary sibling?”

“I gotta say... feels pretty good.”

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thornstocutyouwith · 3 years

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Name: Quindell Nicholas Parker VI

Meaning of Name: Quindell: The Great, Nicholas: Victory of the people, Parker: Park Keeper

Nickname(s): Quin, Nick, Quincy, Wendell, Wendy, Nicky, Parker, Cole, Sleeping Beauty, Prince P.I.T.A., The Prince of Nothing, Pauper Prince, Dell, Ker, Nico, Prince Quin (Or any other nickname), Kindle,

Age: 33

Birthday: December 18

Species/Nationality: Human(?)/American, Polish, Slovene, Romanian, Welsh, Icelandic, Serbian

Accent: No

Language spoken: English, Italian, German, French, Dutch, Spanish

Powers:

Unknown

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Allergic to fish, Traumatic Brain Injury,

Pet: Cinnamon Ferret (Sonic, Male)

Occupation: Captain in a local well known mafia (Rivals to Noah Bellamy) and owner of a popular Spa

Faceclaim: Tom Payne

Description:

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry:

Height: 5′ 7″

Weight: 123

Body Build: Athletic (Formerly), Underweight/thin (Currently)

Backstory/Background:

Past

Quindell VI was born out of wedlock to Alis and his father, Quindell V. His mother was mostly a stripper who had tended to get around town quite a lot. While his father had been the heir to a popular and wealthy company at the time he met Alis. Alis had been the young Quindell V’s favorite stripper and would treat her almost like a girlfriend, perhaps in a futile attempt to break Alis’ wild, slutty ways. Alis toyed with this special attention, as his wealth seen that she could want for nothing. That was until he had proposed to her after a night of wild sex.

The next day she skipped town and Quindell V would be nothing more than a blip in time of her life, or so Alis had thought. Nearly three months later she had found that she was pregnant. By then she had already gotten into a relationship with another man, as she was not the ideal weight she had been to appeal to most costumers she was used to picking up, her fling was less than ideal. Abusive, even. When it was found that she was pregnant with Quindell VI, she was beaten.

Months later Quindell Jr would be born into the world, it was a lackluster affair. Alis grew bored with her new son very quickly. To deal with her abusive boyfriend she would often abandon the baby to get lost in drink or drugs for hours. That was until child protective services caught wind of what was going on. On and off Quindell would be taken from his mother’s care only to be returned until he was about six years of age. When after being severely beaten by a belt across the back, Quindell could not show up for his usual check ins. This was the final straw, despite the clear need for him to be taken out of that home sooner, to finally get him removed.

Nearly a year later he was placed in a home with a couple who wanted to foster him. It was during this time where he was discovered to have a talent for musical instruments, especially in the cello. Not long after, because of his skill and adaption to the instrument, he was viewed as something of a ‘prodigy’. However, it seemed that his stroke of bad luck continued as he again suffered abuse, both in sexual nature and mentally with his foster parents. They were arrested and Quindell was again placed into the system, before again being returned to his mother Alis when he was a teenager. She had remained destitute and now looked scarred and older than her actual age. Quindell would again face abuse with Alis’ new husband, who was a man that was strict, and if any of his rules were broken, you knew about it with a fist to the face.

One thing Quindell did have to rely on in his life was his talent for playing the cello, however. Alis and her husband had only seen him as a piggy bank, which was the only reason they fought to bring him back into their care after discovering that he was riding on a full scholarship by a local newspaper in the Miami news. This had brought him some fame and attention, as well as his attention attending a wealthy private school most of his school days. Quindell’s money he would earn in his performances were forcibly handed over to his mother who, with her husband. would often spend on drugs and other wasteful things for themselves, only leaving Quindell with the bare essentials.

By the time Quindell graduated high school he had been tired of playing the cello and not being able to reap from its rewards. He had, essentially, become so depressed by these circumstances he was in that he gave up on anything that made him unique, or truly fulfilled and happy. He settled for just being another cog in the machine. This would lead to him falling into a life of crime first in selling drugs, then in poisoning people, which had caught the eye of the Ivory Serpents recruiter who found him.

Once he had gotten into the gang Quindell quickly, with his knack for knife throwing and poisons, began to kill his way up in the rankings of the gang. He managed to make Captain after a couple of years and had managed to keep that position solid over the course of the next years of his life. He was quickly known to be one of the members of the gang that you did not fuck with because of his tendency for sudden hostilities and violent outbursts. Oh, and the murdering of his own. That would probably play plenty of factors of his scope of intimidation within the organization. He sees everyone as fair game.

When Quindell was around thirty or so years of age he fell in love with a man who was persistent in capturing his affection, to the point Quindell would say they were obsessed with him. The two would start an affair with one another, Quindell, being wealthy from his former drug dealing and eventual owning a a massage business in Miami, often liked to lavish his lover in finer things. Then came one night where the two were in his apartment fooling around before dinner. When it came to eating his fling served the meal. Quindell got a few bites in before realizing something was wrong with his dish.

What had been wrong with it was that there had been fish disguised with the rest of the meal in it, a food he was allergic to. While he started to gasp his lover walked over toward him, spewing some nonsense about how he had killed someone they deeply cared about, and how he would pay for it then, there, and now. Laughing at the man, Quindell asked ‘who’ before he was grabbed by the throat and slammed onto the ground. As the man he thought loved him tightened their fingers around his throat, leaving him gasping for breath, they promised to make his death ‘fit for a king’. Quindell had momentarily passed out after that.

When he woke up next, mere seconds after his would be assassin stepped away, he managed to get onto his side and look around for one of his weapons. Finally getting to his feet he ran toward a dresser yanking the drawer open and pulling out a throwing knife laced in a deadly poison of his own concoction, just as the assassin ran toward him, he threw it deep into their chest. Only to be grabbed and thrown around like a rag doll. The pair struggled, Quindell managing to finally get the upper hand, throwing the other into his large living room window/ sliding door.

The window gave way under both their weights, shattering and sending them falling onto the balcony. Quindell took out another knife and tried to throw it at the assassin, only to be tackled by them and thrown over the edge of the balcony. However, he had managed to stab his knife deep into the assassin’s back, managing to catch himself before falling completely when the knife got lodged into the assassin’s body. He only had a split second to attempt to come up with a plan before suddenly they were both tipping over the balcony and falling down toward concrete three floors below. The last thing he heard for nearly two years was his body hitting something hard.

Present

Over the next two years Quindell’s affairs and business were handled by his lawyers. For those two years he was, as was written in his files, left on life support. With no one being able to decide whether to pull the plug on his life support, he mostly faded back into obscurity, forgotten. The doctors predicted that he would possibly never wake up from his vegetative state. However, early in December of 2020 he suddenly woke up. Since then Quindell has been working on his release from the hospital and therapy overall, not making much contact with his former gang as he was recovering. Though he has nearly finished with the required half of his recovery, seemingly regaining full functions over his body and mind to their near normal functions once more.

However, through this incident his biological father has managed to locate his son and has made contact with his son, leaving Quindell with a new sense of superiority over everyone, more than he already had.

Future

(Work In Progress)

Criminal History:

Quindell’s criminal traits began at an early age. He was notably violent as a child, beating up other kids in his school or doing other harmful and cruel things. He would often steal from his peers, but then graduated to stealing from stores. He’d pick fights intentionally and beat the hell out of anyone who so much as looked at him wrong, just for fun.

His reputation got around fast, even faster when he got into selling drugs for a living for a while. He almost completely made his own drug empire; however, before he could do so, he was approached by an Ivory Serpent recruiter who ‘liked his style’ and soon he became a soldier of the gang. Quindell wasn’t satisfied with that though, so he started working his way up the ladder as quick as he could to get more money.

This led him to an initiation mission of killing a Crimson Reaper. He poisoned them with a paralyzes before shooting them in the head execution style. Then the body was buried for him by other gang members while he dealt with the trauma of his first kill. It did not take him long to learn to deal with this sickening feeling of killing, as his thirst for wealth outweighed it at the end of the day. He set his eyes on climbing the ladder within the gang with a new sense of viciousness to him.

Personality:

Erratic, Adaptable, Hostile, Seraphic(Angelic), Empathetic, Patient, Reliable, Orderly, Cheerful, Logical, Vague, Treacherous, Accessible, Captivating, Fun-loving, Physical, Insensitive, Strict, Emotional, Moody, Stubborn,Vindictive, Outspoken, Cute, Superstitious, Malicious, Excitable, Snobbish, Extreme, Irrational, Arbitrary, Insulting, Silly, Tense, Venomous, Tactless, Crazy, Aloof, Intimidating, Delusional,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Left brained, Left handed, 126 IQ, Blood Type: B-, He has had sex with more people than he has seriously dated, Is in it (Ivory Serpents) for the money, Has a talent for throwing knives, Quin has an extremely low tolerance to alcohol, Played the cello professionally (Child prodigy), Practices kyusho jitsu (Black Belt), Wears glasses/contacts, Never went to further his education after high school because he was too busy making SO much money and buying The Rub Down already, Has a bit of brain damage from a devastating fall he suffered nearly 3 years prior to current events( of the year 2020) which left him in a two year coma that he has woken up from in the last month or so, Is distantly related to a now dead royal dynasty,

Likes: Throwing knives, Playing the cello, Being dramatic, Sex, Drinking, Drugs, Making poisons, Herbalism, Kyusho Jitsu, Racing cars, Motorcycles, Philosophy, Math, Economics, Relaxing, Cooking, Plays, Bargain hunting, jigsaw puzzles, Practicing martial arts, Practicing instruments, Training in weapons, Ice cream, Dog grooming, Chocolate, Hiking, Musicals, Paleontology, Dinosaurs, Dogs, Reading, Pretending he grew up wealthy and spoiled, Acting like his sliver of a link to royalty is more important than it actually is,

Dislikes: Fish, Checkers, Toads, Dolphins, Modern art, Trains, Puppets,

Fears: Kind of afraid of cats, Achluophobia, Zombies, That everyone hates him, Haphephobia

Personality Tests: ENTJ-A, The Individualist (Primary), The Achiever (Secondary), The Enthusiast (Thirdly), 4w3 (The Enthusiast), Neutral Evil, Slytherin, Slytherdor, Horned Serpent, Abraxan Winged Horse Patronus, Element: Fire, Temperament: Choleric/Sanguine,

Other: Sagittarius, Chines Zodiac: Fire Rabbit, Mayan Zodiac: Serpent, Celtic Zodiac: Hawk,

Parent(s):

-> Father: Quindell Parker V

-> Mother: Alis Zabłocki

Sibling(s): Only Child

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Haunt you - brandon arreaga

Warnings: drinking substance, mild language.

Theme: angst

Summary: Brandon regrets breaking up with you for the sake of protecting you, everyday memories of you guys together haunts him, so he decided he’s going to talk to you again and apologize.

A/N: I didn’t proofread, but this song is my current fave atm I’m literally obsessed with it lol. And I saw Brandon fitting this scenario I was in my feels blame the Scorpio in me🥺🤟🏾

You and Brandon were perfect. Every one looked up to y’all as couple goals. You were happy with Brandon, and he was as well with you. Wherever he was you were there. Even Zion would tease y’all and shout “can y’all unstick from each other for two minutes?!” Which ultimately made the both of you blush. Three months into the relationship you’d asked him was he going to introduce you to his fans. Brandon froze up and your question and decided not to answer. From that day forth you haven’t talked to him. Until three weeks later he texted you and broke up with you.

It was hard on you, he never told you why or even tried to talk about it. And that bothered you. But at the same time you thought how could you easily talk about pain? Pain isn’t a buttery smooth topic. Five months passed and you tried to forget about him, throwing yourself into your studies, going outside whenever you felt the need to cry. Texting your friends and practically begging them to come over or hangout with you. Matters didn’t get better when you realized all the members were still following you on Instagram. So you saw all their stories and posts.

Seeing Brandon’s smile made you miss his, made you miss the way his nose slightly crinkled when he smiled. The way his nose ring would constantly shift everytime he laid a kiss on you, caressing his tattoos after both of you came out the shower. The way he would tap your thigh softly while making beats because he wanted you close at all times. It was the little things that made you happy. And now you felt as if you were being greedy and that’s what drove him away from you. Putting on your favorite movie and grabbing your chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of wine. You begin binging the movie. Drinking glass after glass. An hour later the whole bottle was gone.

And your nose was red and your eyelids were puffy, slumped in the covers on your couch. Maybe it was better off this way, he could live his life and travel go on tour do his music. Hell he could get drunk if he wanted too, have one night stands, maybe even find someone whose job is just like his. But you can’t help how badly you want him. Even though you and Brandon have broken up the other members have been texting and checking up on you.

Feeling yourself falling asleep you phone buzzes scaring you , looking at the caller ID you see it’s Zion wanting to FaceTime you. Pulling the covers up to your nose you answer his call. “Hey y/n are you sick?” He asks in a concerned tone

“Having a little allergy problem, that’s all so what’s up?” You ask

“On our way to your house, we’re in town and thought we’d visit, come take you out or something” Zion adds Edwin gets in the camera slightly “y/n!!! We’ve missed you dude” Edwin chimes. You smile, sinking further into the covers.

“I’ve missed you guys too, how are y’all?” You asks

“Pretty great, how’s college going?” Edwin asks

“Sluggish” you giggle, they look at you with furrowed eyebrows “y/n? Are you drunk?” Zion questions you sink your head in the pillow as you start giggling even more but now it’s mixed with salty tears. “We’re on our way y/n” Zion whispers, Zion hangs up the phone as you stand up making your way to the shower, to clean yourself up.

Fifteen minutes later, a knock is at your door, your hair was still semi wet, you step to the side letting them all in, all expect Brandon he wasn’t here. In a way you really wish he was. Just to see how he was doing.

“Y/n? Talk to us, you’ve kinda been ignoring us since...” Zion starts but you cut him off “since we’ve broken up yeah I’m aware, it’s just really hard Zion, getting used to something that isn’t your routine, reverting back to normal, when what was normal before was beautiful” you rant “maybe I’m reminiscing too much on the past and it’s hurting me, but I’m hurting...”

Your voice choked up “I’m hurting cause I’ll never know why” Zion wastes no time pulling you into his arms, followed by the rest of the members wrapping their arms around you. They made you feel a bit better.

They stayed with you for a couple of hours playing board games, screaming at each other in uno, Zion getting real salty about you beating him in Mario kart. Brandon saw all of this through Instagram, seeing that smile it's the way you look, he won't forget it. His friend taps his shoulder making Brandon screenlock his phone.

“Bro you know you still love her, so go tell her” he advises

Brandon shakes his head “no, I can’t but it’s better this way”

His friend chuckles “it’s better for y’all to be miserable and running away from fake fans? Those are the only ones that are going to hate on y’all relationship dude”. Brandon broke up with you because he wanted to save your heart from the ruthless cyber space. He knew that on the internet it can be harsh, and he didn’t want you going through the same thing he does.

He didn’t want a psychopathic liar, twisting things around and making you doubt his love for you. He didn’t want anyone to make a fool out of you. He didn’t want anyone to publicly embarrass you. All he wanted was to see you smile, to see your eyes glisten at him, laugh until y’all turned blue in the face. Cuddle up on the roof at night and paint out fake constellations. It was the little things that haunted him. But he would rather have you away from this dark world than drag you in it.

“Brandon, listen your true fans will support and love you no matter what, look how they treated you and Charlotte. They will do the same with her, and plus if they don’t that’s okay, your family loves her, your friends life her and y’all love each other” his friend further pushes. “So get it through your thick skull and fucking talk to her,get your girl back, hug her kiss her before it’s too late, then it’ll really haunt you”

Brandon nods his head softly knowing one hundred percent his friend was right, texting Zion asking for your address, he grabs his keys rushing to your apartment.

The members left your house an hour ago, leaving you with a sore stomach, they made you laugh, they tried to teach you a dance. You really forgot about your problems for today. But when the moonlight peaked through your curtains. Your emotions would turn detrimental. Your doorbell rings just as you were heading towards your bedroom, confused and startled you wander towards the door, unlocking it you peep your head around seeing the raven haired boy, soaked from head to toe, his glasses glistening from the droplet.

“Brandon?” You question, Brandon weakly smiles at your sudden emotion, you never thought about the day you’d see him again. And now that he’s here your mind is empty. “May I come in?” His voice is soft being careful to think his words through.

“Yeah, of course you’re soaked” you open the door wider letting him step foot on your welcome mat. Closing the door and locking it behind him , Brandon starts taking off his shoes by the door tugging them away in the corner. “Want tea? Don’t want you sick when y’all start recording” you smile remembering how upset Brandon used to get whenever he had a cold and couldn’t record.

Music was his first love you would always tell him, but he’d always argue with you and say “no you’re my first love, stop trying to compete, with something you know you’ll win at”

“Sure, I’ll take your tea, just this time let’s hope you don’t give me diabetes” Brandon jokes

“That was one time !! Ugh” you yell, putting the water in the teapot you turn with the bag, turning around to meet Brandon’s eyes.

“Y/n?” His voice shakes “I’m here to say I’m sorry,you didn’t deserve to be in a toxic relationship, I didn’t deserve to give you pain, and to say I did it because I was scared of what the media would think is beyond fucking stupid” Brandon rarely cursed, and if he did he was serious about it, it had to be something he was passionate about it.

“I know your heart its way beyond being fixed, but I want to try, I want to take my time and heal you, and love you, because y/n I do love you more than I can comprehend, your pain is something I thought about for a while” Brandon reaches for your hand caressing your fingers. “I have a lot more words but I’d rather you hear it” Brandon’s voice vibrates appearing that he may break into tears soon. You nod your head getting the tea off and pouring it into a travel cup, adding in the organic honey and organic sugar, then stir with a spoon.

“I promise it’s not this sweet this time” you smile

“If it is that’s okay, I’ll drink it anyways” Brandon grabs your hand walking towards the door. Putting on his shoes. “What about me I need shoes” you try to turn around but Brandon pulls you closer lifting your legs off the ground.

“No worries your stuff is still at the house” getting outside you lock the door with the keys and he places your phone in his pocket. Running to the car you’re giggling in excitement and a sudden rush of butterflies. He places you in the car, rushing to his side as the rain started to trickledown.

“You’re insane” you giggle

“All because the name of love” he replies smiling

Arriving the the prettymuch house Brandon is holding you as he opens the front door with the key, walking in the house Zion and nick are in the couch. “Hey y’all” you giggle

Zion can’t help but to smile a little “hey” he lets out softly, Brandon smiles back at Zion nodding his head, Zion winks at him and Brandon walks to his room. Placing you down on your feet. You scan his room looking at his new set up, really have changed his sense of style. Brandon grabs your hand sitting you on the chair next to him.

“I can sing better than I can talk, so listen to this” he places his headphones on your head. The guitar begins to strum with the soft vocals of Brandon singing the first lyric of the song “How do I measure up to heights you've been to? How could I ever love you like you're meant to?” Looking at Brandon his fingers tap against the wooden table. Your eyes focused on the fidgeting nerves in my jawline. Sooner or later the chorus comes around.

“Never thought something so beautiful could haunt you Haunt you, haunt you”

You could feel the emotions in this song. Yeah you know he didn’t write it but he sung it as if he did, because it was meant for you to hear. After the song is done you look Brandon in the eyes. Hes biting his nails aching at your sudden response. He wasn’t prepared for your words. You sit on his lap cupping his head. “Brandon, my heart isn’t past broken it’s still trying to heal, and I’m scared, I’ve wished for this day I wished for this conversation, but I don’t know what to say”

Brandon’s eyes sparkling into euphoria, you can tell he’s still in love with you, but you were scared of what may happen. “Brandon I’m really scared” you whisper

“I’m sorry I made you scared baby, but I just wanted it to be known that my actions weren’t the way I truly felt, I still and will always love you” Brandon kisses your cheeks, his hand rubbing your back softly. “Would you like me to take you back home?” Brandon asks you.

“No, I wanna stay here and work it out with my boyfriend” you blurt out, Brandon widen his eyes up at you trying to calm the nerves laugh building up in his throat “I’m scared but I wanna give it chance, Brandon I still love you a lot and if theirs a chance of maybe reconnecting I’ll give it a go” you giggle caressing the nape of his neck “but can we take it slow?”

“Slow burns are all I want with you” Brandon mumbles pulling you into a soft kiss wrapping his arms around your waist,lifting you up the both of you lay down on the bed. You in his chest with one leg on top of his. “You know if I fuck this up Zion said he would beat my ass?” Brandon laughs

“Really? Zion has feelings?” You laugh caressing his jawline with your fingernails, Brandon nods his head falling into your trance while rubbing the tips of y’all noses together “I’ve missed you so much” you whisper

“I’ve missed you more babylove, so much” Brandon hums on your ear laying kisses from your ear to your lips “and I love you” Brandon just spills his body tensing at the words that flew out. you just giggling kissing his lips on last time. “I love you too honey”

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