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prettyoatmeal · 6 months

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Shouldn't Have Shared (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Following up my previous post LOL. This is also not proof read, I was listing to a documentary and listening to music in the background of writing. I didn't intend for this to be so long, but I kinda got lost in writing this.

GENRE: Smut

Summary: 'CAUTION! Do not share or this man will appear in your room!' is what the post said. Of course, it was just a hoax.. wasn't it? Sharing it to feed into your obsession for this fictional man from a video game, you're woken up to a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, overly possessive Ghost, primal, mentions of claiming and ruining.

Word Count: 1009

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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Rustle... rustle, rustle...

Stirring in your sleep, you could feel something was.. off. You felt the air tensing around you, becoming hyperaware of your breathing and heartbeat as you began to wake up from your slumber. Opening your eyes and rubbing the sleep from them, you turned away from the wall only to see the shadow of a large man staring right down at you. Your life almost flashed before your eyes.

Feeling your heart stop, you let a loud shriek of terror at the unexpected silhouette. Sitting up quickly, you push yourself to the corner of your bed, your body working on autopilot as you pegged one of your stuffed animals at him.

You could see the little stuffy you threw bouncing off from his chest, hearing him chuckling under his breath.

"Gonna take a lot more than a stuffed lamb to take me out."

You'd recognise that voice from anywhere.

Holy shit.

Turning on the lamp of your bedside table, you finally got a look at the mystery man standing at the edge of your bed. Eyes adjusting to the light, your eyes widened at the realisation.

"Easy, love, no need to be frightened. It's just me. You know who I am, don't you?" Taking another step, he bent over and leaned his palms into the plush edge of your bed, allowing you to get a closer look at him.

Hmm, blond eyelashes. Cute. Full gear... hot. You nodded, swallowing. He was so much bigger in person. Over a screen you couldn't properly picture yourself next to him, but now that he was up close, it was jarring.

"Good, of course you do."

Slowly, he crouched down and picked up the soft toy, throwing it back next to you. Hearing his voice in person, you couldn't help but shudder as you stared in awe. He was so close, so close to you. If this was going to end in any of the ways you've fantasised about, it was going to end with-

"Tell me, sweetheart, did my character on a screen do me justice, or am I even more striking in person?" he smirked, his voice lingering with an arrogance which would make you gag if it were any other man.

He was real... and damned cocky too.

You hadn't said any words yet, and he noticed your silence, his head tilting as he was almost kneeling on your bed at this point.

"Answer me, lovie."

"Yes."

"You're good at listening, aren't you?" He continued, his voice low in just the right way to send a shiver down your spine. "Now tell me something else, you've always wanted more than just pixels on a screen. You've played the game, you've fantasised, you've shared."

Fuck.

"Fuckin' cheeky for sharing that knowing I'd come find ya, and now I'm here to give you what your imagination can't. Would you want that, lovie?"

Fuck.

You swallowed, hard. The air charged with a palpable energy. It felt as if the room was closing in on you two, the erotic tension flooding the air around you as you felt yourself becoming warmer. While you felt your fluster, your fantasies in turn were becoming more and more real by the second.

God, you wanted this. You needed this.

"Yes."

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"Quit squirming, damn it."

Your eyes were rolled back. His hand was over your mouth, muffling your pathetic whines. You couldn't risk waking up the house, could you?

Your body pinned down against your bed, his clothed chest against your back. Slamming into you at an ungodly speed with sloppy noised, it was everything you'd dreamed about.

"I said," he started, pulling your hips up with his free hand with a grasp tight enough to bruise, angling every thrust which made you lose your mind, "quit squirming."

It was hard to not drool over his palm, the unholy echo of skin slapping together made you pray that no one else would wake up to hear it.

"Ghost-" you managed to moan out his callsign, muffled against his palm.

"Fuck, baby. Keep quiet f' me." he almost whimpered, his face getting lost and buried in your neck as he nipped and kissed at the soft skin. "Can't have- mmh - ye' waking the others up, can you?"

You were barely able to shake your head, this goddamn hunk of a man keeping you under his weight as he rearranged your insides.

"Sweet girl, how long have you thought about this? Touchin' yourself to the thought of me, now coming into y' room like this and using you like you've wanted." His voice came out as a growl, right against your hear and giving you goosebumps.

One night stands were never your thing, but you could for sure keep this going with him. With your walls clenching around him, your went blurry with tears as your eyes threatened to flutter closed.

His filthy words wavered, his voice breaking as he became increasingly desperate himself.

"Finally been given a taste and this wet cunt is just sucking me in."

With his cock hitting that spongey spot inside you, you tensed under him as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. Only a few more thrusts and with a muffled cry, you were coming undone, gushing around him. The feeling only made him whine more as you clamped down on him so deliciously, his hips slamming against your ass were now on borderline primal.

"I'll give you what you want, y're all mine, fuck."

With a final grunt against your neck, you felt the warmth of his cum filling you to the brim. Though, he was so deep inside you that there was no where for his release to go but seep out of you. His his heavy breaths mixed with growls, he removed his hand from your mouth and helped to flip you over.

Pulling you almost down to the edge of your bed, you were put into a mating press, barely comprehending it in your post-orgasm haze.

"We're not done yet. Sweet girl, I'm going to ruin you."

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH

I'VE JUST GRADUATED

CHEERS

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 19 days

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hey, covey. I just read the Jason x daughter of Poseidon where she’s scarred of storms, and I can’t stop thinking how that would go when she wakes up. Like how would Jason react to finding out she didn’t tell him about her fear, how would she respond, would she be mad at Percy for telling him, I need to know. It’s just so cute I will definitely be reading that when I have a thunderstorm.

✮⋆˙ the calm after the storm; jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb

content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb warning: i believe language but also like...no??? author's note: here's a short and sweet part two for ya!! i took today off school bc i woke up too late and i'd rather die than get a tardy so i'm hoping to get through all my wips, which will help with my stress levels IMMENSELY

the next morning, you woke up to a surprise. your wolf plushie had been replaced by none other than his reason for existence. you were cuddled up on top of a peaceful jason grace, who's arms were securely locked around your body. you couldn't help but quirk a smile, waiting a few breaths before reaching up and carding your hands through his blonde hair. it was only a few passes before jason's breathing pattern changed and his eyes fluttered open.

"morning, baby," he breathed out, easily pulling the girl closer and pressing his sleepy lips to her bare shoulder. you breathed out a laugh, snuggling closer to the boy. you forced your eyes open, looking out the tall windows in the poseidon cabin and noting the distant storm clouds. you frowned and wiggled impossibly closer to the boy. jason slowly woke himself up more, forcing his eyes open and focusing them down on you. you glanced up at him but quickly darted your eyes away, looking anywhere but the boy.

"why didn't you just ask to stay in my cabin?" jason breathed out, gently, and you sighed.

"i dunno. i- it's a stupid fear," you muttered back, eyes focusing on the shell-laden walls of cabin three.

"i don't think it's stupid. not with your history anyways," mused jason in response, a puff of laughter floating past both of your lips.

"i guess i didn't want to bother you with it," you admitted, finally looking up at him once more. and he could see the truthfulness in your eyes, the vulnerability ringing clear to him.

"you could never bother me," replied jason without a second of hesitation, leaning forwards and bumping his nose with yours. you smiled at his words, closing the gap and pressing your lips to his. his hands squeezed at your hips while one of yours gently cupped his cheek.

"promise tell me next time," jason whispered against your lips, his eyes flickering open with a begging hue hidden in his blue irises. you softened at the look, nodding without your own control.

"i promise."

"good. because percy is very confusing when it comes to explaining situations," joked jason, smiling brightly at the giggles he pulled from you.

"speaking of that boy, where is he??" you asked, having noticed his side of the cabin was empty earlier in the morning. jason shrugged, eagerly pulling your lips to his once more.

"does it really matter?" he asked and you gave him a pointed look. jason rolled his eyes but let you go, allowing you to roll out of your bed. jason followed suit, offering up his hoodie that he brought the night before, something about it being cold out. you tugged it on, smiling at the faint smell of his cologne and how the fabric seemed to ingulf you.

"you think he spent the night somewhere else? you know how he gets when we get touchy," you huffed like you didn't have to deal with him kissing annabeth at every opportunity. jason frowned, muttering about the son of poseidon as he took your hand in his and marched off to cabin one.

he swung the door open and revealed percy sprawled out in his bed, the pillows and blankets steadily slipping off the bed and onto the marble floors. the grey pillow under percy's head had a decent sized wet spot from where percy had drooled in his sleep and jason's sheets were now all twisted and undone. jason's eye twitched and you slapped a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hide your giggles.

"i'm gonna kill him," jason breathed out and you patted his chest with a warm smile, a few of your giggles escaping.

"gonna wake him up first or surprise attack?" you asked but jason was already walking towards the bed. he gave the blankets a tug and they went thudding to the ground, percy following suit as he was all trapped inside them.

"OWW!" percy cried, ruffling through the blankets with blearily eyes as he managed to escape enough for his eyes to peek out and inspection jason glaring down at him and you giggling in the background.

"oh, hey, guys! you sleep tons last night or-"

"get out of my bed!! you're ruining my sheets!"

"man, those sheets were pulled so tight they were starting to rip. you should be thanking me! stupid roman military bed making skills. you'll be sleeping much better now-"

"OUT!"

"jeez. you're cranky in the mornings. yn, how do you put up with him?"

"he's cute."

"fair enough."

#all my love ౨ৎ #postcards from covey ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #percy jackson #percy pjo

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doggone-devil · 2 months

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How (Not) to Summon a Demon: Chapter 7

SURPRISE!!!!!! It's another chapter! What? So soon! You betcha! The last chapter had me in a chokehold and I just couldn't. Stop. Writing. So here's chapter seven, lengthy af. Like... it's longer than all the others. I'm so sorry, but it's necessary, I promise! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of blood, death, violence, Alastor being Alastor Word Count: 3,477 … what have I done XD (Link to the Ao3 posting just in case you wanna read it there and not here!)

“Maybe it’s about a subscription,” Veronica says as you pace back and forth in your room. “You know, letting you know a free trial is up?” You shake your head. You knew what the text was as soon as you saw it. It had woken you up from such a wonderful dream, your mind reeling when those seven letters glared at you. You had laid there, waiting for hours, until you heard Veronica leave her room in the morning before dragging her into yours.

“It’s him, I know it,” you seethe, trying to stay calm. You’re unsure how he even got your number, but if he had that much, then he knew everything. Where you lived, where you worked, who you were in contact with. Veronica. You glance towards her, guilt rising in your chest. She was only aware of the basics of your past fuck up, barely scratching the surface of the shit pile that laid beneath. He could hurt her, no. He would hurt her. Just to get to you.

“Ok, so your crazy ex has your number, no big deal! Just block him.” Veronica grabs your phone, tapping the number of the message. It disappears. “See? Gone.”

“It’s not that simple,” you say, sitting on your bed, placing your head in your hands. “He’s a creep, a level ten stalker. He’ll stop at nothing to find me. Again.” You flinch as you remember everything. He had been such a smooth talker, charming his way into your heart with empty promises. It was a high school love, a dream come true. The unpopular girl getting the prom king type story. After graduation, when the two of you moved north, that dream turned sour. His true colors slowly showed themselves as he took his anger out on you, the marks on your lower back and upper thighs evidence to that. You managed to run away, to leave him but not for long. Within a few months, he had found you and the treatment was worse. You thought you were going to die, at the hands of that merciless pig.

How you managed to escape the second time, you were unsure. Call it the will of the Divine, but you did escape. You had returned home, scared and always looking over your shoulder. It took Veronica nearly a year just to get you to go anywhere. She thought it was just cause your ex was an asshole. She didn’t know how his hands had been wrapped around your throat, how he sneered at your face turning blue, or how he laughed when you coughed in attempt to regain your breath. He was a monster and now he had found you.

“Girlie, ain’t nothing going to happen,” Veronica says, bringing you back to the present. You don’t mean to flinch when she reaches for you and she pulls away. You apologize but she shakes her head. “Not in this house. There ain’t nothing to say sorry for, ok? You got me here, and even Alastor! He sure as hell will protect ya!”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t see how he looks at you?” You gawk at her, eyes wide. “Figured you didn’t. You’re blind as a bat, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask in disbelief.

“Girlie, that man has looked at you with hearts in his eyes since he showed up. He is hooked.”

You bark out a laugh, bewildered by her statement. “Veronica, I’ve only known him for, what, two days? Three? We barely know each other!”

“Time has nothing to do with love, honey. It can show up and bite you on the butt whenever it wants to.”

“No,” you deny, shaking your head. “It’s impossible.” Not to mention, he’s a demon. You’re pretty sure love is an emotion demons can’t feel, whether they were human before or not. Right? You stand and walk to the foot of your bed, crossing your arms.

“Any why is it impossible, hm?” Veronica follows, stepping in front of you with her hands on her hips. “For the past five years, I’ve been trying to get you set up with someone. I’ve been patient cause I figure it’s hard getting over shitty exes, but girlie, I’m tired of seeing you feel bad for yourself.” You look away from her gaze, guilt rising in your throat. “It’s about time you let someone love you.”

“I can’t.” Your arms drop to your side. “I’m not…”

“What? Worthy?” Veronica looks at you angrily. “You’re worth far more than you think. I see it.” She tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at her. “And he does, too. Give him a chance.”

“Veronica,” you sigh. “He doesn’t like me.” He can’t, you think. He’s only here because you summoned him.

“Alright, that’s it!” You startle when Veronica claps her hands. She walks to your closet and starts yanking out clothes, throwing them right and left.

“What are you doing?”

“Picking an outfit for you,” she answers, spending a second to look at a pink shirt before tossing it, too.

“Why?”

“We’re going out, that’s why!” She stops finally on one of your nicer, pastel blue shirts. It’s cropped with a white daisy printed on the back. She pairs it with some blue jeans shorts and shoves them into your arms. “Put this on. I’m going to go tell Alastor.”

“Wait, what if he’s asleep?” you ask, trying to stop her without dropping your clothes.

“It’s nearly noon, girlie, I’m sure he’s awake. Now hurry up!” She’s out the door before you can protest, leaving you to stand alone the middle of your room. You sigh and drop the clothes onto your bed, knowing there wasn’t any way you were getting out of this.

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Alastor quirks a brow when it’s the black haired woman at his door and not you, taking a second to applaud himself for answering with his human disguise. “May I help you?” he asks, making sure not to sound annoyed.

“Wear something comfortable, we’re going out.”

“Beg your pardon?” Alastor’s grip on his door tightens. Veronica looks at him with a smile.

“Not like that, ya goof,” she explains. “Me, you, and girlie are going out for today. She needs it.” Veronica leaves him after, heading to her own room to no doubt get dressed. Alastor glances towards your bedroom, relaxing slightly. An outing did sound nice. He only got to see New Orleans at night when you had taken him to that strange sandwich place with the green interior. The fact that you thought the food there was worthy of multiple visits astounds him. You obviously didn’t know what good food was and he had been tempted since to show you. Perhaps, after the outing, he’d offer to cook tonight’s supper. Yes, that’s what he’ll do.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor fixed his clothing. It was an outfit he adored when he was alive; a white button up, dark brown pants with suspenders attached, and black dress shoes. Satisfied, he walks out to the living room, finding it empty. Not wanting to wrinkle his clothes, he stayed standing by the coffee table, idling himself with nails.

Your door opened first as you step out and Alastor can’t tear his eyes off you. It’s a simple outfit, nothing extraordinary about it, but on you, Alastor is captivated. The blue of your shirt makes your skin glow like the sunrise, beckoning him to come bask in its warmth. He has to still himself to keep from moving toward you as you sit on the couch.

“Sorry about this,” you say, your voice meek and shy. Your cheeks are red and you keep looking at his body. Alastor feels his smile widen, eyes lidded. How deliciously adorable.

Before he can respond to you, Veronica comes out of her room, very loudly to Alastor’s distaste. She’s wearing a more revealing outfit than you, her breasts pushed together and up. Men will no doubt be staring once she’s outside, but Alastor’s attention is already back on you, barely giving her a thought.

“Damn, Al, you don’t dress to disappoint, do ya?” Veronica comments, the nickname sounding revolting from her lips.

“Yes, well, one should always strive to look their best, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fair,” she shrugs. Alastor’s lip twitches. “Let’s get going. I’m ready to have some fun.”

“Where are we even going?” you ask, standing up. Alastor once again has to still himself, the urge to stand next to you pulling at his core.

Veronica garbs her wallet and tosses you your keys. You’re caught off guard and attempt to catch them, but they slip past your fingers. Alastor reaches out swiftly and grabs them. “Here you go,” he says, watching you take them, the blush from before returning. He chuckles and watches it deepen as you dip away from him, following after Veronica. He straightens up and trails after you, holding the front door open for you to pass through. Veronica is already waiting outside in the hall.

“I figured we could go to Bourbon Street. I haven’t been in a while and it’s got lots of things for us to do there.” Alastor’s eyes widen. He remembers Bourbon Street, the nightlife of New Orleans back in his day, littered with speakeasies and jazz clubs. It wasn’t exactly what he imagined when invited to ‘hang out’. Waiting for Veronica to get a few steps ahead, he lowers himself to reach your ear.

“Is this the same Bourbon Street in the French Quarter?” he whispers, nearly laughing when you jump at his voice. Your face has been a constant red this entire time and he finds the color becoming his favorite all over again.

“Yeah, you know it?” she asks, her voice low to keep Veronica from hearing. He glances at the black haired girl before answering.

“Darling, I was the highlight of it,” he teases. “Though I doubt it’s still the same scandalous street I once knew it to be.”

“What do you mean by scandalous?” she asks but Alastor straightens back up just as he sees Veronica turn toward them. She’s standing by your car now, waiting. Alastor is quick to walk around to the driver’s side and hold open the door as you step in. You thank him, hiding from his gaze as he shuts the door. Veronica waits by hers for him to do the same, but Alastor simply hops into the back. He chuckles low when Veronica huffs with a frown and gets in, fascinating her seatbelt.

The drive to the French Quarter isn’t long and Alastor feels nostalgic watching the newer parts of New Orleans bleed into the city he once called home. It both shocked him and made him proud to see some parts of her never changing despite how big she’d gotten. Since his death, it seemed New Orleans doubled in size, gaining attraction for its historical beauty. It kind of irked him knowing his era was only a fad, a quick interest to younger folks nowadays. They knew more of it than he did, getting to see the evolution through time.

Ignoring the annoyance, he chose to look at you as you drove. Your attention was hard focused on the road, your eyes checking the mirrors and streets every so often. When you caught him looking in the rear view mirror, your eyes would widen slightly and blush. Alastor was becoming addicted to that look on you. He wanted to see more. Too bad it wasn’t just the two of you right now, he thought to himself. He looks away from you. Too bad? Was he disappointed he wasn’t alone with you? Veronica had said this was for your sake, a chance to get you out of the house. He understand that, knowing how important it was to change scenery when things were becoming stale, but why did he want to be alone with you?

This was becoming absurd. Ever since you summoned him up him, things have been different and new. You were suppose to have made your wish by now. Most humans he’d heard of usually did. The demons he heard talk about being summoned would boast about how easy it had been to get the human to wish, especially when told they could be granted anything. Humans were easily entertained and were greedy, wanting nothing but money, fame, or sex. Yet you were different. You wanted nothing, it seemed, even going as far as to asking if you could use your wish for another. Such a selfless act, it had Alastor baffled. He assumed it was then that you caught his attention, wiggling your way into his thoughts. Yes, all you were to him was a fascination, a curious mortal he wanted to know more about. That’s all.

“Woo, we’re here!” Veronica shouts, breaking his train of thought. Alastor looks up to see her climbing out the car, you as well and so he follows. Looking around, he’s once again surprised at just how much hasn’t changed. His smile grows.

“What do you think?” you ask him.

“It’s like I’ve never left,” Alastor answers, smiling down at you. You don’t seem to notice but your small hands grab his arm, interlocking as you wait by his side. His chest swells and he feels heat itching his nose. “Shall we, my dear?” You giggle, a heavenly sound to his ears, and nod your head. He begins to walk, following Veronica who is already heading down the street into a bustling crowd. It’s definitely more crowded than he remembers.

“I bet these shops weren’t here,” you say. Alastor agrees, looking at all the colorful signs lining the buildings you pass.

“The buildings were, but - oh!” Alastor points to a small shop with an antique sign. “That one is still the same.” You look to where he’s pointing and laugh.

“A dentist? Really?”

“Well, the dentist himself may be long since parted, but the shop itself was around, yes,” he tells you.

“This is so weird,” you comment and Alastor tilts his head.

“How so?”

“I mean, I’ve lived here my whole life practically. I’ve seen these streets hundreds of times, but, walking with you, it’s like seeing them again for the first time.” Your eyes light up as you talk, leaning into him slightly. “You have access to a history I would’ve never been able to know had I not met you. It’s nice, being with you.” Alastor feels something in his stomach stir, something moving around. It’s a strange feeling and he doesn’t like it. Perhaps he’s just hungry.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says. He looks around for your roommate, the other woman long since disappeared. He wants to find something to eat, but doesn’t want to be rude. Then again, if she was doing her own thing, that meant it was just you and him. How nice that sounded, you and him. “Are you hungry, my dear?” You look relieved that he asked.

“Starving. I haven’t ate breakfast yet,” you admit. Alastor hums, searching for a decent spot to pick. There are plenty of restaurants to choose from, some small while others seem to take up a whole block. Some have awfully bright colors and he decides to stay away, not wanting to eat at a place with a giant, yellow M fixated above its doors.

“How about that one?” you ask. You’re pointing at a bistro tucked away in the middle of two larger businesses. There’s barely a soul inside. It’s perfect.

Alastor happily leads you to it, opening the door for you like the gentleman he was raised to be. He finds it unpleasant that you’ve had to deal with men incapable of even this much, wondering just how many have attempted to court you and failed. It would be such a pleasant sight to watch them perish at his hand, watching as they realize with fearful eyes that they never stood a chance with you. He bites his inner cheek to keep his smile from growing sinister, feeling bloodlust crawling through.

“Welcome to The Little Easy! Table for two?" a middle aged woman asks, approaching the two of you with menus. You nod and together, the waitress leads you to an open table. Alastor pulls out your chair, waiting for you to sit before he does. The woman chuckles. "I haven't seen manners like that since my husband was alive!"

"Your husband sounds like a gentleman, then," Alastor comments.

"Oh, he was. A dying breed today, I'm afraid." Again, that statement angers Alastor. Has the world of men truly fell so far after his passing? "What can I get you folks started with?"

"Um," you look at the menu provided, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. He wants to bite it. Wait, what? Alastor quickly looks down, jaw aching. He wants to bite, to maim, to eat. His mouth waters. Hopefully there is something appetizing here, for his sake.

"Can I get the pulled pork po-boy, a side of fries, and a glass of water?" you ask and Alastor perks up. He checks the menu and sure enough, there's a list of famous pressed po-boys. Excitement fills him. He hasn't eaten a po-boy since he was alive, a delicacy that had just recently caught on before his death.

"Sure can, honey, and what about you?" the waitress asks.

"I'll have the roast beef debris, swiss cheese, thank you." She nods and takes the menus.

"And to drink?"

"Water, as well."

"Coming right up!" The waitress leaves and Alastor glances over to you. You're fiddling your thumbs on the table, obviously trying to avoid looking at him. He chuckles, making you look up now.

"What?" you ask.

"I was just surprised, is all," he answers. You tilt your head, nose scrunching up. It reminds him of a rabbit. "Po-boys were a classic in my time. I'm surprised they're still around." You smile, nodding.

"They're still a classic," you state, folding your arms on the table and leaning forward. He forces himself to stay locked on your face, ignoring the way the collar of your shirt dips down. "New Orleans is famous for it's shrimp, jambalaya, po-boys, and voodoo. At least, to tourists, it is."

"And what do you find it famous for?" Alastor asks.

"Well, as silly as it sounds, I kind of like it for the bayous," you admit, blushing slightly. Whether from him or embarrassment, he's unsure. "Most people look at them and think, ew, muddy waters and alligators. I look at them and think -"

"Beautiful."

You look back up at him and smile. "Yeah, beautiful. The moss covered cypresses, the way the sunlight dances on the waters, it's captivating. I love them." Alastor nods, knowing the feeling.

"The bayous were also an admiration of mine when I was alive," Alastor says, watching how you lean closer to listen, enthralled. "They weren't exactly a playground back then, people often warning not to go in unless you sought the workings of a voodoo witch. Yet I found them peaceful, using them to take quiet walks whenever the city became too much."

"I get that," you comment and he knows you're telling the truth. He can see it in your eyes, that you've dealt with some hardships in life. He wants to take those away, to never let you be burdened by anything ever again. That terrifies him.

"Here's your drinks," the waitress announces, setting down the red plastic cups in the middle of the table. "I'll be right back with your plates." She's gone again and your quick to grab your water, gulping some down to ease your nerves, he assumes. Alastor takes a sip from his.

"I should probably text Veronica," you say, taking out your phone. "I totally forgot about her for moment." As you mess with the annoying hand held thing, Alastor can't help but feel a bit proud. He had caused you to forget about her, your focus only on him. It made him strangely happy.

Happy.

No. What was he doing, acting like some school boy? He was a powerful Overlord, for Hell's sake. A wretched demon who tore apart any who defied him, devouring them and basking in their screams. He sent fear shivering down the spines of all who unluckily crossed his path. To you, he would - he… He sighs inwardly.

Who was he kidding? Whatever it was you were doing to him, no matter how much it angered him with the way his dead heart felt, he wasn't going to stop it. Alastor had already decided, soul or not, that you were his.

Now he just needed you to make the wish, so that you could never escape him, even in death.

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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It's Over!

"Fine, you know what! I'm done, Miles!" Hobie shouted at Miles on the roof top of a building in some New York City in another world on a mission with their Spider Band plus Miguel, Jess and Ben. They were fighting off three anomalies, some how the couple started to have a very heated argument. They took off their mask feeling the heat of their anger causing them to sweat.

"That's it Hobie! It's so fucking over. I'm done with you! I don't want this anymore." Miles practically in tears. Hurtful words were said, painfully regrettable words that felt like knives stabbing through their skin. Their anger took them over the edge instead of talking it out.

Well, it's not like this relationship was working for a while. Miles wipes his tears off knowing this was for the best. "I'm tired Hobie! I'm tired of trying an-and always waiting for you to fucking step up and be my man! I'm done. I don't want this anymore. It's not fair to me." He wipes his salty burning tears feeling the snot of his nose coming down on his upper lip. He sniffs to prevent it from touching his lips.

"Fine. I don't need this! I never wanted this! I just wanted us to have fun, this wasn't supposed to be serious!" Hobie shouted back feeling upset at himself and the way things are being left. He couldn't blamed Miles, the twenty year old wanted their relationship to be serious, more personal and he couldn't do that. He didn't want to risk heartbreak so, it's best to self destruct before things got to deep.

"MILES! HOBIE!" Miguel shouted over them as he claw one anomaly down while Jess caught it with a net. "Get your head in the game! We're on-" Miles snaps at Miguel, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE DEALING WITH SOME FUCKING SHIT! FOR ONCE NO PUEDES SER UN IDIOTA CONTROLADOR!"

Miguel blinks in surprised at Miles' loud out burst, he said nothing having to study the boy's face. He's hurting... Hobie merely sucked his teeth, "Pfft, there's nothing else to say, mate. It's fucking over. Whatever," Hobie began walking away to the edge of the building to jump off and help Gwen, "Anyway, see ya later, mate. Hopefully, we can stay friends." He jumps off the building to avoid the hurtful pain of Miles' face. This was hurting him too, he's just good at hiding it. He could only hear Miles' softly crying.

The twenty year old Spiderman stood unsure what to do! He felt so humiliated, so broken that he began breathing in an uneven pattern. "Morales..." Miguel's voice sounding concerned as he placed a hand on his shoulder, "Está bien. Desahogate."

The warm touched only made it worst the young hero. "I'm sorry." He softly cries, having to rub his arm needing to calm his nerves and pain. His heart broken into pieces, for the a man he thought would at least try to love him. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore, quickly running off into an open portal to leave. Go anywhere but here. He needed air.

"Miles, esperarte!" Hearing Miguel's voice behind him before the portal closed. He didn't need this right now.

~6 months later~

The tall black fit male got off a messy bed feeling a bit hungover, but not too much. He hears a soft snoring, then scowls as his hand rub his head feeling his hair strands coming out his braids. He sighs being a bit annoyed by his braids already messy because of his last night with his on and off fuck buddy.

"Hey, man. Wake up!" He's voice a bit hoarse from waking up, he tapped on his taller lover's back. "Hey yo! Not gonna ask again! Wake the fuck up, man!" This time he roughly shove his lover to wake up.

"Huh! Ugh, what?" The punker snap out of his drunken sleep feeling a slight headache around his temples, "Ugh, what time is it?"

"It's fucking eight in the morning, asshole." His lover snorted, "Come on, get up. You gotta go. I got shit to do."

"Pfft, you kicking' me out?" Hobie chuckles as he sat up to find Miles 42 putting on his boxers. "Ain't that lovely?"

"Whatever, man. You and I, both know this is all just to relieve stress. Nothing more." Miles 42 quickly grab his shirt to cover his chest, they were covered in hickeys. "Tsk, man! I told you to not fucking give me hickeys! Shit looks ugly."

"Does it matter?" Hobie asked as he sit up from the bed to turn to his side to reveal the deep scratches on his back. "I told you not to fucking scratch me, and lookie here?"

Miles 42 blushes for the moment then scoffs. "Pfft, whatever. You fucking deserve it the way you were licking my asshole." He stood over Hobie with his eyes narrowed, and lips puckered, "Shouldn't you go be Spiderman somewhere?"

"Nah! I'm fine. I'ma sleep a bit more then leave. You get going wherever you need to be at." Hobie yawns again before going back to sleep.

Miles 42 snorted, "Whatever, man. I'ma go get dressed and leave. Don't fucking take my joints! Last time, you left me with nothing!"

"I won't, luv." He lowly chuckles hearing Miles 42 walking out of the room to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, it was like this after his terrible break up with Miles. His Sunflower refused to look at him after that day. Hobie wanted to fix things after his anger... his terrible insults were washed over with panic and guilt.

In the end, the two had officially broken it off, his Miles had finally put his foot down, refusing to get back together. It's fair. Miles deserve someone better, Hobie knew this. He knew he couldn't be the man Miles wanted. Yet, fuck it still hurts.

It hurts so much to know his Sunflower avoided him no whatever what. If they were to stumble in the hallway back at HQ, the twenty one year old would quickly pass him by or turn the other way. At hang outs, Miles would cancelled or tell Gwen he won't go. It's fair.

Even on missions, Miles decided to separate himself from the Spider Band just to avoid the punker. "That hurt." He thought feeling his heart breaks. His Sunflower did whatever it takes to not be so involved with their friends group to avoid him. It's understandable, after all Hobie knew them longer.

Still their friends would awkwardly try to avoid bringing up Miles, so they would have a good time. Hobie still felt he lost part of his soulmate. He felt lonelier than before. "Fuck." He snuggle in his pillow smelling Miles 42 scent, hell they don't even have the same scent.

Miles 42 is drastically different from his Sunflower, however after a couple of drinks, that Miles becomes his Miles. The similarity in their faces is enough for him to sleep with him. It's easy to slow the pain with false fantasy.

Hobie slept for a bit more until his watch started beeping. "Ugh, looks like I'm needed." He got up just to get the day over with it. Putting on his clothes, and grabbing his treasured guitar on his back, he tapped his watch making a portal open.

-At Spidey Headquarters-

Hobie walks through the portal to find Gwen and Pav talking to Miles... his Miles. The young turned twenty one during their long six months of avoiding the punker, and looks so damn good.

Miles 1610 stood wearing a more high tech Spiderman suit with the same black and red color scheme, but with silver webbing designs around the sides and had a red V under his Spider logo. He's not wearing his mask showing his face glowing better than ever! His haircut changed from his densely afro cute to a high-top dreadlock fade. This is a new switch.

Hobie squint his eyes noticing Miles ended up with a septum nose piercing that is gold with a small gem on it. His left eyebrow have two slits. He did some sort of change through their silence.

"Oh hey, Hobie." Pav spotted him to say hello.

Gwen turns to him with a smile, he didn't care for it. He wanted to see Miles reaction, he thought he would avoid him. Instead, Miles turns to him with a soft smile and small wave.

"Hey, Hobie." He soft said. It melted his heart to hear him again. Those beautiful doe eyes that shine like precious Topaz, those full pouty lips begging for a kiss, and radiant glow on his freckled cheeks. Just seeing him, again brought back feelings he tries to get over with.

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie finally said in a calm voice.

Miles merely pouted at the nickname and softly said, "You don't have to call me that." Gwen and Pav became unease as they felt this might cause problems.

"Heh, right." That hurts... then Hobie being stubborn as always, "We're friends, so I can still call you, Sunflower."

"I guess." Miles shrugs it off. "I mean, that's fair, man."

"So! What are we standing here?" Pav jumps to wrap his arms around the two's shoulders on each side, "What are we doing here? Didn't Lyla called us for a mission! Come on, the Spider Band back together again!"

"Yeah, I really want to see how that suit works, Miles!" Gwen said happily, "I can't believe Miguel let you wear the first prototype!"

"Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself, "Since when they got close."

Miles chuckles, "Yeah, I had to do a lot of crazy missions to get his approval. I was against Araña, and she really wanted to try it out."

"Ohh, I know she must be pissed." Pav giggles as the gang walk to Miguel's office.

Hobie merely stayed quiet as he watches Miles from behind, and his rear. It's looking mighty nice, seems like he's working out more often than before.

During the mission, Hobie had certain speculation that Miguel and Miles had a thing going on. Why? Well, in Miguel's office, the older Spider-man had his eyes on Miles, and would often place his hand on the twenty one year old's nape of his shoulder. It could be for reassurance and the punker's jealousy, but he knowns the signs.

He saw the way Miles gave Miguel a small smile with a nod then the leader would go back explaining about the mission's plan. When the gang was about to leave into the portal, Miguel stop Miles and asked something. Hobie couldn't catch it, he already went into the other world, then Miles follow.

During the mission, Hobie worked with Gwen and casually asked if anything was going on with Miles and Miguel. Gwen burst out laughing and scoff with "Your jealous, Hobie. Come on, them two? That's crazy!" She too didn't believe in them being together.

Hobie on the other hand knows they are. He can tell the way Miguel care for Miles, the small touches, and always asking if he's okay. It's not that hard to miss. His heart aches when he sees his Sunflower smiling brightly whenever Miguel comes to him, that smile use to belong to him, him only. To be admire and cherished by the punker.

"Shit." There goes those feelings again. He could feel anxiety and panic spiking in him, the regrets he did in their relationship. Now, all chances are gone and his Miles is running towards another man's arm- not just any man, Miguel's.

That's the worst! Hobie would be slightly fine with anyone- Hell even Ben would be okay on his book, but MIGUEL? Something about that controlling are made his blood boil, now it's worst when it's his Miles, his soul mate being in that man's arms. It irks him to the core. No, he needs to talk to Miles, there has to be a way to fix this. He didn't want this.

After their successful mission, the Spider gang decided to have lunch as a way to celebrate. Hobie saw Gwen and Pav heading to the cafeteria, but the punker stood behind to see Miguel taking Miles' hand back and softly asked, "Estás bien, Morales?" He hide behind the doorway to listen to them.

"Sí, Miguel. I'm fine." Miles nodded with a slight chuckles, as he felt Miguel's hand on his waist then on his shoulders.

"How's the suit? Lyla said it started to malfunction around your sides?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I think it's not good at absorbing my energy... I think I got bruises? If it's okay. I can come back after lunch? Quieres que te traiga algo? Puedo conseguirte empanada y refresco."

"Sí, por favor," Miguel said with a soft kind smile that Hobie never seen before, "Take your time. I know you want to be with your friends." His hand gently caressing Miles' right shoulder.

Hobie clenched his fist in anger. So that's it. Miles is with Miguel. He quickly walk in the cafeteria being so upset. "Whoa, what's with you?" Gwen said, having to order McDonalds.

"Nothing..." Hobie mutters.

Sooner Miles came to order some food for him and Miguel. He looked chipper, "Miles, are you gonna join us?" Pav asked while he eats his lunch.

"A little bit. I promise Miguel to get his lunch." Miles said holding a bag of their take out. "I don't want him to eat alone."

Hobie slams his drink on the table, "So, is this what your doing now, Miles?"

Gwen and Pav quickly turns their heads being in shock by their friend. Miles didn't show any emotions, just a frown. "What are you talking about, man?" He asked in a serious tone, this time they could see anger building up.

"You and Miguel or you think I'm a dimwit, eh?" He began as he sat up from his seat, "I saw the way you two look at each other- by the way, fucking pathetic for an old man like him to be with someone that could be his child's age!"

"HOBIE!" Pav hissed in shock. Some of the spider-heroes listened on the drama around them. "Dude we're in public!"

Gwen scowls, "Dude, that's not okay! Stop it. I told you, him and Miles aren't a thing."

"No, let him think that! Because he always did when we dated, but that's what cheaters do huh! They blame everyone else but themselves." Miles snaps at his ex-boyfriend. "You think I didn't know about you and Miles 42?"

That caught the punker off guard. "Nothing happened." He lied.

"Oh please, I know you and him had it going on! Not to mention, you slept around with whatever groupies you got with. So put those insecurities to rest! I'm trying to be a team player now." Miles fumes, "You know, what I'm not dealing with this. Talk to me when you got nothing to say about me and Miguel."

"No. No! You don't get to leave and go to him!" Hobie slam his hands on the table causing a scene then getting up to face Miles, "You knew, I despised that bloke and there you go running to him! Why? I always knew you would go to him!"

"No, you used that as an excuse to cheat on me! It's not my fault you weren't ready to in a serious relationship!"

"I told you before that I never believe in them! You think loving you would be enough!" Hobie shouted out loud.

"YES!" Miles shouted back causing the two to stare with their eyes widen. Then his voice went soft almost hurt, "I loved you, Hobie. And maybe it was stupid of me to hope you would see that and give us a chance... but I was wrong."

Hobie stood with his hand clenching into a fist. "It is stupid of you to think that." He finally said in a low voice, he could've been honest right here. Confesses his love, admit to him that he wanted to be with him, but no. He couldn't. He didn't deserve Miles... after all the pain they went through.

No, he needs to end it. He can't risk another painful heartbreak, and disappointment like his crap life always treated him.

"I never loved you enough." Lies.

Miles stood with wide eyes. Pav cover his mouth with a small gasp.

"I never wanted us to be together." Another lie.

Miles eyes began to water. Gwen quickly went over to hug Miles, she glared at Hobie. "That's enough, Hobie!"

"I always thought what we had was an open relationship. All fun, nothing serious..." Another painful lie, he just need to cut the rope.

"Hobie, no! You loved Miles!" Pav said as he got up to comfort Miles, the young Spiderman already having tears running down his cheek.

"No, I never did! All that was lies... I just wanted to have fun." Hobie casually shrugs.

His friend glaring at him, while Miles weeps in their arms. This hurts way too much. He knows what he did can never be forgiven, his heart is shattering too. Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, "Hey," knowing that damn voice anywhere, Hobie turns over his left shoulder to find Miguel standing behind him looking very pissed up, "that's enough, Brown."

"Tsk, whatever." Hobie scowls at him, "I bet you like him like this, because you can take advantage of the lad."

Miguel said, "Don't you think you done enough?" His hand from Hobie's shoulder left to aim at a crying Miles, "Does that make you feel any better? Eres una persona terrible si así lo crees."

Hobie shrugs before taking his leave, "You can have him! I'm done. I don't care no more. He's always looking at you than me, so does it matter?"

No, they were lies. Miles loved Hobie more than anything in the world. He was one of the most loyalest and faithful partners, he had ever had.

In the end, Hobie left his friends, Miles and Miguel without another word. Miguel went over to check on the twenty one year old to see if he was okay.

"Hey, it's okay, kid." Miles hugs the leader of Spider Society for comfort, feeling so broken. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, he thought they could find a way to deal with each other.

Miguel's hand gently stroke Miles' back seeing how Gwen and Pav were looking at them a bit rather odd. No surprised, Miguel was never a gentle Spiderman like Peter.

Well, all the matters is that Miles is okay. That's his main concerned at this moment. "Look, let's go eat lunch in my office and you can talk to me about," His voice low for Miles to hear.

"Okay." Miles wipes his tears feeling embarrassed. He turned to his friends, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Gwen looks at Miguel, "Can we join?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Miguel said, "He needs people close to him." He just wanted the kid to be alright. Heartbreak is never easy, he will be honest about that.

Hobie came back into Miles 42's apartment drunk and tired. "Man, what the fuck are you doing in here?" Miles 24 scowled.

"Shut up, and kiss me." He slurred his words, "I had a shitty day."

"Pfft, since when you don't, man!" Miles 42 rolled his eyes then went over to roughly kiss Hobie, he felt his hands trying to pull down his jeans. "Hey, chill! Your drunk."

"Pfft, so! I need you right now! Shit..." Hobie touches his cheeks feeling his own tears coming down his face, "Fuck... I just saw my ex with that arse."

"Miguel? The big guy? Really, those two- damn." Miles 42 nodded knowing the large guy is pretty handsome, then saw Hobie looking down. "Ugh, come here, dumbass. This shit will go away." Being a softy, he made Hobie sleep on his bed.

"Thanks, luv. You really get me." Hobie mutters as he felt Miles 42's hand on his cheek.

"Pfft, I'm only doing this so you won't throw up on my shit!" He said out loud, then saw Hobie sleeping away. Man, this turns out to be one big mess.

Hobie merely mutters, "Sunflower..."

"I'm not him." Miles 42 rolled his eyes then leaves over to kiss Hobie's cheek. Fuck it, let's pretend for now.

(What do we think? Pure heartbreak)

(Part 2)

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse #spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 9 months

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Yes, I'm dropping part 1 of a silly mini fic series at 11 p.m. No one ask. I really dk why.

"Sonic's Weird Napping Places"

Part 1 - Tails

(since it's canon that Sonic naps in weird places :3)

"Hey, Knuckles, have you seen Sonic?" Tails asked over his communicator.

"Why would I have seen him?" Knuckles' tired and grouchy voice questioned back. Tails cringed a little, wondering if he'd accidentally woken the echidna from a nap with his call. "He doesn't typically visit Angel Island without you and the Tornado. He can't even get up here."

"Just a simple question," Tails grumbled. "I can't find him or get ahold of him. Thanks anyway."

Knuckles hung up without saying goodbye.

Rolling his eyes, the two-tailed fox turned off the screen of his communicator and glanced around. He'd just needed to ask Sonic where something was, something that he'd lent him a week ago or so and hadn't yet gotten back. Sonic had said he'd only need the tool for a day or two, but he was pretty spacey, and had probably just forgotten to bring it back.

Except he couldn't find Sonic anywhere. Sure, it was hard to keep track of him when he was constantly travelling around and running literal laps around the entire planet for fun, but this was what communicators were for, right?!

He guessed Sonic's communicator had either died, or Sonic had shut it down.

Tails couldn't continue working on his current project (among at least 50 others that were temporarily set aside) until he got that tool back, so he resorted to checking places that he knew his brother liked to relax at here and there. On the roof of his lab? Nope. At Amy's house? Nada. On one of the sun chairs at the local pool? No.

And Angel Island was already a no as well, according to Knuckles . . .

He was wandering back and forth in the yard in front of his lab, pondering where else Sonic might be, when he suddenly heard the sound of soft snores coming from within the top leafy branches of one of the nearby trees.

No way.

Tails lifted off into the air and flew over to the spot in the tree where the familiar noises were coming from. Sure enough, slumped on one of the branches and almost entirely hidden behind the mass of leaves was Sonic, sound asleep.

"Sonic!" Tails yelled, not bothering to be quiet, and his brother jolted awake so fast he nearly toppled out of the tree.

Upon regaining his senses and realizing what was going on, Sonic blinked a couple times at Tails. "Wassup?" he asked sleepily, closing his eyes again as he yawned and tried to get comfortable again.

"Have you been up here this whole time?" Tails demanded.

Sonic blinked again. "Define 'this whole time'."

"Uh, the past two hours?!"

His brother gave up trying to regain his previous comfortable position and sat up on the tree branch, glancing around as if trying to figure out what time it was. "Maybe. I didn't check the time before. What do you need?"

"That tool I lent you a week ago. I need it back." Tails shook his head in slight disbelief. "How is that even comfortable?"

"You'd be surprised." Sonic grinned. "Anyway, yeah, sorry for forgetting the tool, lil bro. I'll just go grab it for ya." Without another word he hopped off the branch, hit the ground after a solid second of falling, and took off in a blast.

Another second passed before he reappeared, the tool in hand, just as Tails was touching back down. "Here ya go!"

And then he was off again, no doubt searching for another place to continue his afternoon nap.

Tails shook his head with a grin and a sigh. Sonic was weird. But that wasn't really a bad thing.

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Made for each other

Sorry guys I don't have anything funny to say :(

Warning(s): stalking by Cater, manipulation, obsession, delusional yandere Cater, kinda open-ended

A new account popped up on Magicam the other day.

The owner of the account was a beautiful person named (Y/N). They were a singer, apparently... and their voice was amazing.

When Cater first saw your pictures, he thought you looked cute. He liked the pic he saw and then scrolled past it.

He saw more pictures of you... and then, he heard your voice. A short video of you singing.

Your beautifully sad songs really spoke to him...

And soon , he couldn't get enough of you.

When he found out you had merch, of course he bought it! Posters, figures, shirts...

He listened to your songs everyday when he was going to school, he'd scroll through your account whenever he had time, he showed your songs to his friends in the pop music club...

By the time summer break rolled around, Cater was borderline obsessed with you.

Near the end of the break, Cater saw you post something.

It was an announcement saying you'd be taking a break for a few years. No more music until your break was over.

Cater was heartbroken! No more new songs from you? But your voice is so wonderful!

But what he read next caused his eyes to light up in excitement.

Sorry that I'll be gone so long guys!! But I promise I have a good reason for it! Are you ready to hear why I'll be gone for a few years? ... ... ... I'll be attending Night Raven College!!!!

You're gonna be attending NRC?! No way!!

That entire announcement made Cater look forward to going to school again.

And what a huge stroke of luck for Cater! You were assigned to Heartslabyul!

On the first day, you were struggling to paint the diamond under your left eye... usually other people would do your makeup for you, you yourself were terrible at doing it.

"Heya! You having trouble?" An energetic voice said from behind you. "I can help ya!"

"Really?" You asked.

"Yep! Come on, turn around." You turned around when he asked you to. "You were assigned the diamond suit, right? Hey, twinsies!!" He said, pointing the the diamond marking in his face. "By the way, my name's Cater Diamond! What's yours?"

"It's, uh, (Y/N)." You responded.

"No way! (Y/N)? Like that awesome singer who popped up recently?"

"...yeah."

"That's so cool!" Cater said to you happily. "Since you're new here, you probably don't know your way around the school, huh?" He said, helping you with your makeup. "I can show you around if you'd like!"

"Really? Thanks so much!"

"No problemo, (Y/N)~!"

Cater helped you adjust to life at Night Raven College. You thought of him as a friend!

Cater was always so nice to you. You had no idea what he was hiding from you.

Until one day...

One day.

You couldn't find Cater anywhere that day, and you had something you really needed help with, so you tried to find him.

You knocked on his door, before opening it.

And what you saw inside... surprised you, to say the least.

He had... a lot of your merch. So much that you felt a little unsettled. But you understood it was probably innocent!

You saw his phone unlocked on his bed. And you, being the snoop you are, decided to look at his phone.

It was opened on his Magicam. On his account, there was a picture of you. One you don't remember him taking.

Dating cute little (Y/N) is hard sometimes! They're known all around the school since they're a celebrity, so we gotta deal with paparazzi every now and again lol. But besides that, we have a perfect life! Love you sweetie~!

...dating?

Did... did Cater think the two of you were in a relationship?

"Oh! There you are, (Y/N)!" You heard Cater say from behind you. "Don't you know looking through someone's phone is rude?"

"Cater... w-what does this mean...?" You asked, showing him his phone.

"Ohhh... you weren't supposed to see that. But I mean, we are basically dating already." Cater explained. "I mean, I just love you so, so much, (Y/N)! C'mon, you accept my confession, don'tcha~? We were practically made for each other! So you should accept!"

"Don't you understand we were made for each other?"

#cater diamond #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere cater diamond #yandere cater x reader #yandere cater diamond x reader #yandere cater

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alexturne · 1 year

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My Milex fanfic masterpost

LONG CHAPTERED STORIES

under these lights you look beautiful

Rated E - 103k - 14 chapters

Miles got completely lost in his voice. There was a faraway quality to it, like he belonged somewhere else entirely, but somehow had decided to grace them with his presence and Miles felt blessed to be near him if even for a short while. The subtle elegance hidden in his slender figure, the mannerisms of his fingers wrapped around the corners of his notebook. His words were spoken softly, quietly, but without any hesitation or faltering.

Alex is an elusive poet, who has a way with words and Miles is a bartender, who is completely mesmerized.

the element of surprise

Rated E - 45k - 8 chapters

"Yeah! I'm not one to judge, just want ya to be prepared, you know, just in case.." "In case what?" Jamie rolled his eyes at him. "In case nothing. Nevermind. Forget it. Just help me find your skiing gear and we'll be off." "Skiing?" "Yeah, didn't you hear the lady? We're taking you on a surprise skiing trip to celebrate your birthday, mate!"

The Monkeys invite Alex skiing for his birthday and little does he know that there's a very special surprise waiting for him.

sit next to me before i go

Rated E - 28k - 7 chapters

He'd get up in just a second. He'd go downstairs and make Alex sit down on the tall stool by the counter, and have him tell Miles everything about his amazing tour as Miles puttered around the kitchen fixing them both tea and biscuits. It'd be perfect.

If only he could get up.

Or: Miles is sick and is being very stubborn about it, and Alex flies back to take care of him.

my heart melted in the heat

Rated E - 36k - 9 chapters

The cold winds of winter rush through the old college town. Miles drags himself through another shift at the dingy coffee shop, Rich's Beans, and he wishes for summer, for the day he is out of here. But when he gets a new coworker, a young guy named Alex, with pretty dark hair and even prettier dark eyes, life suddenly seems a little brighter.

Will Miles be able to keep his bubbling feelings under control or will his silly crush keep him warm during this season's freak thunderstorms?

Written for the Shadow Monkeys Big Bang 2022

you've got control of everyone's eyes (including mine)

Rated E - 106k - 19 chapters

The tour was coming up soon, everything set in place, and tonight they'd celebrate and let off some steam before it all began. And now he had to deal with this guy? Miles fucking Kane? Of all the nights? Couldn't a guy be allowed to celebrate in peace?

It's 2005 and the Arctic Monkeys are about to set out on their first proper tour. Alex is quite happy with that, until a certain someone gets in the way and spoils it all.

A story about facing hardships, insecurities and stage fright, about friendships, dreams, music and smoking too many fucking cigarettes in dark back alleys. About keeping your friends close, and perhaps your enemies even closer.

SHORT CHAPTERED STORIES

pinned down by the dark

Rated E - 10k - 4 chapters

He knows exactly what’s going on on the other side of that door. The thought sends a shiver up his spine. And he knows who it is as well. He'd recognise that voice anywhere. Someone's in there alright! It's Al, for fucks sake.

Miles hears a soft moan through the door. And he takes a step back from the door, wondering if perhaps he shouldn’t be listening in on his best mate pleasuring himself in the middle of the night.

3 times Miles hears Alex in the middle of the night and 1 time he does something about it.

you're so pretty and i'm so shy

Rated E - 14k - 2 chapters

“Fine, if you’re so shy then why don’t you write him a note? Like in the films, write your number on a slip of paper, give it to him or slip it into his pocket or summat.”

“That might work!”

“I was kidding Alex!”

pretending you were just some lover

Rated E - 13k - 2 chapters

That damned piece of paper marked a death sentence he'd requested himself on that fateful day three months ago.

Today would mark the end of the charade.

When he'd sign his name on that dotted line.

When his marriage to the single greatest, most gorgeous, most wonderful person alive would end.

Or: Alex is a dumbass who tries to get divorced from the love of his life.

ONESHOTS

i've been saving all my summers for you

Rated E - 22k

They were 11 when they first met at the beach, now at 21 they’re back. Back at this place that became theirs. The place they became best friends.

The place where Alex fell in love for the very first time.

nobody ought to be alone on christmas

Rated M - 12k

"And it's not my fault he's all the way away in LA! Stupid, far away LA. London's a nice place too, you know! It's worth sticking around for, especially at Christmas!"

"What's stopping you from seeing him? You're obviously miserable without him, with nowhere to go for Christmas. Get out of your joggers. Go to LA. Go see him. Tell him you love him."

stop making the eyes at me

Rated E - 25k

He turned to look at Alex, took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the quite unbuttoned neck of his shirt. His eyes roamed over Alex rather shamelessly, slowly looking him up and down as an appreciative smirk formed on his lips, and Alex suddenly felt hot all over.

Or: Alex gets stuck inside an elevator with a hot stranger and a bottle of whiskey and they need to find a way to pass the time.

you just ain't the one for me

Rated E - 7k

Suddenly she had an idea. "I wanna fuck him. Miles. I wanna fuck him." Alex made a weird choking sound. "Pardon?" "I wanna fuck Miles. And then I wanna watch him fuck you."

Taylor has an idea of how to spend their sunny afternoon and she's not about to take no for an answer. Sexiness ensues and she makes a few decisions about their relationship.

magic from your fingers tingles down my spine

Rated E - 8k

"Wanna make out?" Alex coughed out a cloud of thick smoke. He blinked and looked at Miles next to him. Miles was making quite the sight, sprawled out across Alex's sheets with a dirty smirk plastered on his face. He looked nice, spread out like that. All relaxed and comfortable, as if he'd always been destined to end up right there in Alex's bed.

Or: Whilst writing their first album together, Alex and Miles get high, and Miles has a great idea about how they could be spending their time.

you're a matter of urgency

Rated G - 8k

The cab ride had been the most anxious 36 minutes of his life. Jiggling a nervous leg and staring out the window, he'd clutched the phone hard in hand, devil device that it was, as it'd brought him the single worst message he’d received in his entire life;

"Miles was in an accident. Come quickly."

i'll be home for christmas

Rated E - 13k

Alex Turner had it all.

A massively successful global tour, adoring fans everywhere he went, amazing sales figures, another number one album, a gorgeous house, a jealousy-inducing collection of vintage cars and motorbikes and the best bandmates you could ask for.

But one fateful Christmas eve has Alex realizing that none of that truly matters. And that the one thing he could truly never live without is the one he let get away.

going back to 505

Rated T - 2k

"Wanna bring out a very good friend of ours. Put your hands together please, for Miles Kane!"

Miles joins them for 505 for the first time in 5 years.

#milex #fanfic masterpost #milex fanfiction #the last shadow puppets #heres just a handy little list for easier browsing my stories 💜❤️#my writing #sorry for the long post but its mostly for my own organizational purposes #long post

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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I love your stories! How about Ruggie snatching up a snack he found. Keeping them safe and keeping his belly full! Win win!

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey

★✦Gotta Look Out For Each Other✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

You took a tiny bite out of the gigantic doughnut. There was so much of this thing... you were in awe.

You just hope nobody sees you.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Somebody asked.

Complete fear paralyzed your body.

"That's mine, you know that?" They asked. "So... why are you stealing from me?"

"St...stealing...?" You asked, petrified. "I-I... I was just hungry... I'm s-sorry..."

"Well if you were hungry, you could've just asked. I probably would've shared with you if you just explained yourself."

"Wait... wait, you... y-you don't want to hurt me...?" You nervously asked, as the hyena boy sat down at his desk (the desk you were standing on.)

"Nah, I don't see any reason to. You're hungry, and you gotta do what you gotta do to get food, believe me I understand..." He laid his head down on his desk, looking at you. "Name's Ruggie, by the way. You?"

"Huh? I'm, uh... (Y-Y/N)."

"So how's that doughnut taste, (Y/N)?" Ruggie asked you.

"It's, uh... it's good..." You said.

"Well that's good to know. To be honest I completely understand you, I've had to steal food to eat before... sucks that people punish you just for trying to survive, yeah?"

"...sucks that because of that I have to be scared of people like you."

"Huh?"

"Giant people like you have tried to eat me before... just because I stole their food." You explained.

"Well that sucks. But, luckily for you, I'm not like that." Ruggie smiled.

"...that's nice to know."

Ruggie feels... safe.

He feels like somebody you can trust.

...

And then, there was a knock at his door.

"Ruggie, you in there? You told me you'd do the damn laundry today."

Ruggie looked worried and surprised.

"Ohhhhh no. That's Leona-!" He suddenly stood up.

"Huh? Who's Leona?" You asked.

"No one you want to get involved with." Ruggie said, grabbing you. He frantically looked around, trying to find somewhere to hide you. Then, he realized something. "I've gotta hide you somewhere he can't see you or smell you... and I know the perfect place. I'm sorry about this (Y/N), but, uh..."

Ruggie opened his mouth.

"Wait, what-?"

And then, he stuffed you in there.

"R-Ruggie...?"

Ruggie swallowed you just as Leona oopened the door.

"Ruggie, I thought you said you'd clan the laundry today, and you still haven't. What's up with that?" Leona passive-aggressively asked.

"Don't worry Leona, I'll get it done! I just want some time to myself, ok?"

"...just get it done sometime today, alright? I need my uniform cleaned for tomorrow."

You have to say, you didn't expect to be snuggled up inside of someone today.

"Ruggie, am I... am I going to be ok...?" You asked nervously.

"Eh? Oh, yeah, of course you are, (Y/N)!" Ruggie said, happily rubbing his belly. "Sorry about eating you by the way... that was the only place I could think of to hide ya where Leona couldn't find you."

"Oh, so... y-you did this to... protect me...?" You asked.

"Y'see, Leona's a beastman like me with heavy- and I mean heavy- predator instincts... if I hid you anywhere else, he'd know exactly where you were. So I hid you the one place he wouldn't find ya, in me!"

"Oh. Um... thank you... I guess." You said, resting your head against the squishy wall of Ruggie's stomach.

"It's a win win, you know?" He asked. "You get somewhere safe to hide, and I get to have a nice full belly for a while~" Ruggie contently sighed. "I gotta do the laundry now. You just let me know if you want anything, even if you just want to talk, ok?"

"You aren't letting me out...?"

"Nah, not yet at least... I mean, you don't want anyone else doing this, do ya? You're safer in there right now than out here. I'll let you out later..."

"Um... a-alright, then..."

"I'm gonna do the laundry... you just relax in there, ok?"

"Ok...! I, uh... thanks for keeping me safe, Ruggie." You quietly said.

Ruggie smiled to himself.

"No problem, (Y/N)~"

#i AM a bit of a sucker for stories where the pred eats someone just to keep them safe lol #i hope this is what you wanted!#safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #ruggie bucchi x reader

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 10 months

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Fae and Far Between

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, Viking Col, fae Dom, Big Sad™️- I'm serious guys! Pain ahead!, waking up alone, depression, fear, physical violence (against Dom), threats of death, threats of war, desperate boys, surprise revelations, new hope, PTSD, panic, fear, missing each other, revelations of murder (past tense but a lot), trophies from a killer, more death threats, holding someone against their will, sexual assault threats ☠️ rating: mature (because of threats let's say verging on explicit to be safe) ☠️ ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son woke with a start, he hadn't meant to fall asleep at all but there was something so comforting about being buried balls deep inside his lover that he couldn't help drifting off between rounds. He'd had a plan to bed the boy as many times as he could in the day they had left but at least they'd gotten a little rest to last them. Or so that's what he thought as he blinked his eyes open and took in the room that felt far too cold. It had been filled with warmth since the fae appeared even though he ran cooler than most. His fire lamps were out as he glanced around. He felt frozen, even his cock where it laid sticky with drying cum felt cold though it still should have been plugging his prince full. "Dom?" He asked softly but his stomach was already sick with the truth. There was no sign of his mate anywhere besides the drying fluids on his body and the tattered tunic on the floor. At least it seemed he'd taken his necklace and… and the fur he kept on his bed? How had he wriggled it out from below him?

That didn't actually matter, at least not in the moment. What mattered was that his thrall had decided to sneak away so they wouldn't have to see each other break and that wasn't fair. It wasn't just his choice. The chieftain growled as he pushed himself out of bed and found his clothes. He'd chase the fae down if he had to, he couldn't just run away and leave him without a farewell. For all the pain that welled in his chest that felt the worst. He wanted every moment he could get with his boy, he didn't care how much it destroyed him to watch him walk away. He could find him. He had to.

-An hour before-

Dom felt terrible sneaking out from his master's bed but he knew it was the only way they could truly part and do as they were supposed to, but the moment he was out the door he froze. The enemy clan was racing around about something, everyone was out in droves and it sent a wave of fear through him but… he had to leave. He could sneak around them all. He just knew it. Besides, they all thought he was a thrall, they wouldn't care what he was doing. He could always just say he was going to clean the fur his leader loved so much. Of course he only made it a few feet before he felt someone step on his second skin from behind him as if it were a fucking rug. A rage burned through him and he turned fast- coming face to face with the woman stealing his future. In the daylight she was still gorgeous but the evil was more evident. She matched her father. He dropped his eyes, trying to treat her as the queen he supposed she would be soon but it raised bile in his throat.

"Where are you going? I hope you're not trying to escape. That wouldn't be kind to your master." She purred and he swallowed his anger.

"No ma'am, I was simply going to wash 'is blanket. I'll be back before ya know it." He tried to keep his voice even instead of screaming at her like he was desperate to. He wouldn't cause more trouble for his lover. He just had to take solace in the fact he could still feel Kol'son's cum dripping down his thighs. He had him first. He had his heart forever.

"Hmm. Don't bother. He won't need that disgusting thing. I mean… when we're married. I don't like it. Just return to your chieftain and tell him daddy has to go home. He'll have to come to us. The rules are still the same but… something came up. Too bad too. He's pretty." Her whiny voice couldn't mask that she knew something she wasn't saying but when he looked up to meet her gaze her eyes were hard. Impenetrable.

Against all the knowledge in his mind telling him he could make everything so much worse he took a step closer, almost ready to fight the bitch stealing his life. He didn't blame her before but he certainly did now. She shouldn't have touched what's his. "I'm guessing you've always been told how beautiful you is, and tha's all you base ya life on. I ain't even gonna promise tha' won't last because maybe it will. But I can promise you- Kol will never look at you the way he does me." It was a simple insult but one he knew would get to her. What he wasn't expecting though was the slap across his face or the way she pushed him to the ground. He sat there, thankful to have fallen on his second skin where he had it wrapped around his shoulders and he took a breath, ready to get his ass kicked. He couldn't get his daidí in even more trouble.

"Excuse me, our chieftain wouldn't like you hurting what's his." He sighed when Aud stepped between them, a broom in her hands as if she'd use it to defend him. He was thankful for her but what he saw next almost took his breath away. Helga and a few of the other bed thralls that had hated him since the day he showed up joined her, standing between him and their soon to be queen.

"I don't think you want to do this girls. I could have you killed." Megna huffed and Liv laughed as she knelt down to help Dom up.

"You could try but you'd be amazed what men would forgive to keep their favorite cunt. Isn't that right Helga?"

The blonde winked, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she stepped even closer to the woman they were protecting him from. "Can you smell daddy on me, my queen? I know what he thinks about your happiness, do you really think he'd give me up for you? I made that man see heaven last night." Dom had never found himself so thankful these women were well trained whores because it truly seemed to make her think twice.

"It doesn't matter anyway. You'll see. This isn't over." She huffed but finally walked away when some of her clan called her near.

Aud came to Dom, the other girls stepping back and giving him pained smiles. Maybe they didn't like that he'd replaced them in Kol's eyes but for better or worse they all loved their leader and they didn't want to see him hurt. The only female friend he'd made besides Inga hugged him tight and the other girls stood guard as they cried silent goodbyes to each other. He couldn't make himself talk and she couldn't seem to either. Somehow they all just knew he was leaving. "Tom's waiting with Modig I think. I'll… gods. Why am I so choked up about a silly little bed thrall?"

Dom couldn't help but laugh and he kissed her cheek, finally making himself let her go. "Love you too Aud. Girls, fank you. I… I 'ope you'll take care of 'im for me." It broke his heart to say but at least he was more okay with the thought of them making love to his mate than that bitch. The devil you know- he supposed. He kissed both her cheeks and tried to bless her future in a way he'd heard about growing up before he turned and ran down the trail to the shore. Any moment his man could wake up and he didn't think he could leave him if he saw his face again.

It didn't take him long to find Tom waiting for him on the path but the hurt he could see etched on his face as well was almost too much. His kin had left his only home and followed Dom because they were like brothers but they'd been without for so long. They'd been wandering. This was the first place they'd found that could be a new home and it was hard for them both to leave it- for maybe a similar reason. Mod was behind the selkie, his eyes filled with tears but Tom's silver ones were just lost. The man didn't cry easily. He felt like he'd interrupted an intimate moment but he didn't know how to leave without making it more awkward. "I'm sorry." He whispered, taking a step back and he gave Modig a gentle nod. He would give them a moment to say their goodbyes before he would say his own to the halfling. Gods he'd miss him. As he started back on his way to the shoreline he heard the madman call out for him.

"Dom wait- I- shit I think I figured it out!"

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Kol was hit with a wave of confusion as he stepped outside his home. The place was quiet in a way it shouldn't be with an extra clan around. It didn't matter though, what was most important was finding his thrall and holding him until the moment they had to part. He might even bend him over his knee like he threatened for this. How dare he take his choice away. He spotted Inga and he raced for her, his heart in his throat as he stopped her from her chores. It was already dusk and he knew they didn't have long. He couldn't handle this. "Have you seen Dom?" He knew his voice was trembling but he couldn't help it. Everything was driving him mad.

"Breathe Feilan. He… I saw him- he went to the water." She sighed after a moment, wishing she could make everything better. She'd been trying so hard to figure out something to fix it all but she didn't think she had much. At least not in the way of proof- if anything she had rumors and fears but perhaps it was too late for anything else. "Kol'son, I need to speak with you. It's about your uncle." She explained, her own nerves putting a shake in her voice. She had always tried to love the man- they were kin after all but Bjørn had taken everything too far for the last time. She just hoped her nephew could believe her and stop what was happening before it got worse.

Kol'son furrowed his brow but shook his head. How could she worry about fucking Bjørn when he was running out of time with his lover? "Later okay? Find me later? I need- I have to- Fuck I swear I'll listen." He vowed before running away from her like he had when he was a child in trouble. She tried to call after him but nothing would stop him now. He had to find his boy. She'd fix it though, she'd figure out a way to fix it. She just had to.

The chieftain made it to the shoreline in record time but he didn't see his love anywhere. He didn't know how long he ran one way and then the other but there was no sign of him. The longer he looked the deeper his heart sank until it was so heavy it weighed him down and his knees buckled, taking him to the ground. "He was like this too. I mean, not as dramatic but… are you going to beg your gods to change fate?" He didn't normally attack his best friend but when he felt a palm on his shoulder he burned with so much anger he grabbed the madman's wrist and flipped him over. All the breath was knocked out of Mod's chest and he glared up at his kin but he didn't fight back. He knew the poor bastard was broken.

Kol scrambled to crawl above him, his heavy hands curling around his brother's neck but he didn't squeeze. "I already fucking did! They don't listen to me! Do they listen to you? You're a seer aren't you? Closer to them? Answer me Mod! How do I fix this?" His voice broke, he'd already screamed at his gods the night before and got no relief. He knew he wouldn't get it from trying to strangle his best friend either but part of him wanted the man to fight back. To hurt him.

Warm hands pulled his wrists until he wasn't choking the halfling but for just a moment the fae was holding him. "I can't fix it. I see… I saw death around him. I thought if he left it would go away and he'd be safe but Kol'son- I saw something else…" He trailed off and the leader knew it was serious. His brother never called him that, he wouldn't use his full name unless it was important.

He blinked the dirt from his eyes and sat back, completely ignoring where he was positioned above the man. They'd wrestled their whole lives, this was nothing new. "What?" He prompted as his friend pushed himself up a little, Mod's hands gently taking his inked forearms again. The guy was obviously terrified to speak.

"I felt life. New- um... new life." Mod tried to say simply but his brother was anything but that. The man was incredible at ignoring things he didn't think he could accept and he knew he'd have to explain better. "I had sensed it around him for a few days. Life and death, as if both were a possibility and I thought it was just… a flip of a coin but when I saw him earlier- the- the life was centered. It wasn't just a possibility anymore."

Kol had thought he was already scared enough, that there was no way he could be more frightened but- "No. You can't mean- it's too soon. Shut the fuck up!" Before he could stop himself he was backhanding the halfling, the man he trusted most in this world besides Dom. Someone pulled him off before he could do more damage and when his gaze cleared he saw two men he barely recognized.

"Stop fighting those you trust most. You know the truth already. We're only here to help." The one with a shaved head said as Kol pulled away and stood, brushing himself clean.

"Who the fuck- wait- you look like Dom." He growled, stepping closer to the dark haired newcomer. His lips and eyes were lined in darkness and he knew without asking who he was facing. The fae who'd been busy this whole time- "Ådam."

"Yes. I don't know what my kin said of me but I've been trying to help fix this since I heard Benji talking to Mod about it. I don't just abandon my family."

Kol'son arched a brow but he didn't say anything. He just hoped the creatures around him had some saving grace. "I'm not related to the forest clan but- these two are and through your family it seems…" Both men looked to Mod with a soft look as if the chieftain wasn't the only one about to get news. "Your aunt was mated to the forest king's sibling. Though he's been lost for many years they still care for her. Through Modig you are connected to them and they wish to help. There aren't as many as there once was but they number enough to help you win this war. As long as you wed the siren and accept the clan as family. They wish for both Mod and Dom to be seen as your equals and if so- they will call you brother. They don't want any part of your land, they just want peace which they'll never have with only humans who wish to steal our magic."

Kol didn't know which part hit hardest, that the man he called brother was truly his kin by blood, that he knew what Dom truly was, or that with the fae he could win the war. Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a sound behind them from the water. He turned fast, all his blood rushing from shock as he watched a seal he knew he'd seen a million times… open? There was a shine of small lights in the air around it but as it pulled itself on land a- a human stepped out. No, not a human. Tom. Kol'son knew when all of this was said and done he'd pass out from too much information and it didn't get better when his friend- his cousin ran for the man that the seal just birthed but he knew better. The seal hadn't birthed anything. The fae was the animal.

He'd heard stories of different magical creatures all his life that he had trouble believing but all at once he was faced with so much truth. Dom was a seal that he was sure he'd pet before, his sea friend that he treated like a pup and the fur that he had been gifted one day was the only reason the boy had come to him. Gods, the fur he'd wiped cum on more times than he could count was his lover's second skin. But- there were more important things. He was pretty sure.

Tom walked up to him looking grumpy and scared. The first was normal but the second was new. The fae was always pissed off. "Did he find you?" Tom huffed, pulling his fur over his bare shoulder. No wonder they'd both been naked when he met them. Fuck he had to focus.

"Who?"

"Dom you fucking-" The fae took a breath and poked him in the chest. "He went to find you to tell you he was with child. Mod saw it." While Kol knew already there was something terrifying about someone saying it so flat out and he felt his knees go weak.

"No. I… Mod just told me. I didn't see him when I-" The fear in his soul tripled. If Dom had gone back but they didn't pass each other then where was he?

"Chief. You know what else I saw." The seer whispered, even he sounded truly scared. "Would they take him?"

Kol'son wanted to deny it but he knew better. Harald wanted to destroy his happiness and he'd already promised to give Dom to someone else. He'd said he would give them the day but obviously something had changed. So much had changed. Gods it wasn't just his lover he had to find. It was his child. He had a child. He didn't have time to think through his answer, anything had to be better than what was happening and the fae promised he got to keep Dom. "Tell your master yes, my cousin and my mate will be my equals and I would welcome his help to save the next in line. We must save Dom. I… I have to go. Meet me there?"

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Dom had searched the whole village for his lover. He didn't know what they would do to save their people but he couldn't leave without at least telling Kol the truth. His palm dropped and pet over his belly as he wandered past the huts he knew. He knew logically they were still only starting to form but it didn't matter- he couldn't stop touching them. It was his only part of Kol he had left. There were a few rooms he hadn't checked yet and he hoped perhaps he'd find his master either in his parent's room or talking with his uncle. He tried the latter first, and as he stepped through the door the place was exactly as he thought it would be. A drunken bear's hideaway. It was covered in trinkets from fights he'd won- little things that made him feel like a big strong man. What caught his eye most was an armband much like what Kol'son wore around his arm but the letters read something slightly different. He knew from what little he'd learned to read of their language that it was the old chieftain's. It was something Bjørn could obviously possess as a family keepsake but the blood he found on it made him shiver. Was it a way to keep his brother's memory alive or…

"You shouldn't touch what isn't yours boy. My nephew hasn't taught you shit. You like my trophies though?"

Dom startled at the voice behind him and he turned fast but his fur was jerked from his hold. He felt naked in front of the man, clad only in the shift dress around his hips but the Bastard stared at him as if he could see through it. "Trophies?" He couldn't help but ask.

"From my kills. I keep something from every battle I win. I suppose you'll do for my newest, they promised I'll get you." Bjørn grinned down at him and he shivered under the glare, stepping back and trying to get away but the man had his fur.

He couldn't even process the rest of the threat, he was still stuck on something he couldn't understand. "But… tha's your brother's?" He tried for time and the bastard laughed.

"I thought with his wife gone he'd get himself killed sooner. She was an accident of course but… I don't like people telling me 'no', especially women." He paused, giving Dom a once over that turned his stomach. "I had to take care of my brother myself and now his fucking brat. All I ever wanted was to be the ruler here and now I will be. I don't know why that stupid Feilan would pick you over her but now I get you both. They'll kill the first son and with it that whole stupid line, leaving me in charge finally. Thanks to Harald our people won't even think twice." Dom knew he must be absolutely shit faced and so proud of himself if he was spilling so much but at the thought of losing Kol he placed his hands over his stomach protectively. Probably the dumbest thing he could do.

"Please-" He whimpered as he stepped back and tripped over a chest, falling on his ass but he still tried to scramble away.

"Looks like I have one more to snuff out before I get to lead. Too bad, I wanted to take you apart more slowly." The bastard purred, reaching to grab his ankle and tug. In the next moment he pulled so rough Dom's head caught hard against something wooden and sharp and he felt a warm trickle of blood before the room went hot and dark around him. No matter how hard he fought he couldn't stop himself from passing out and the last thing he saw was Bjørn undoing his own pants. "I suppose I can have a little fun first though, see what the fuss is about- siren bitch." And the room went black.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

I know it's a LOT but we're almost done with the Big Bad™️ Just trust me okay? I swear it will get better soon! 🖤☠️

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hiii new story!! I wanted to do a one shot but I'm not sure, for now I'm going to post it, let me know what you think!

Thanks @minervadashwood for helping me with this story, you have really good ideas! ❤❤❤

I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!!

*****

Better Life.

Murphy MacManus x StripperReader.

Warnings: Fluff. Bad language. Awkward situations. Attempted sexual assault.

Words: 5400

Summary: Murphy just wants to help you.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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(When you can't find a good Murphy's gif and you steal a young Norman photo, @normanthatisall I love your blog)

His blue eyes roam your body, confused. From the small cabin in which he hides, he watches you move, your body wiggling as the platform on which you stand rotates so that every occupied cabin can enjoy the view of your body.

And he doesn't understand why you are there.

You are young. You both must be around the same age. Why are you working on this? Why aren't you out walking with your boyfriend? Why aren't you out for coffee with your friends? Or even studying for an exam at college or running because you're late for work.

Murphy doesn't get it.

He doesn't even understand why he's there.

He discovered you that day when he was working with his brother and Rocco to get rid of some gangsters and eliminate some pervert, they broke into the booth of one of your colleagues and after Rocco touched her tit, they ran out of there, however, Murphy captured your presence in one of the cameras at the exit. The booths had a small camera that recorded fleeting seconds of what was going on inside, thus enticing customers to enter and enjoy the full show. When Murphy saw you, he couldn't look away.

It's been a couple of weeks since that, he knows your schedule, the days you work inside the booth or in other parts of the club, he follows your every move. It's almost sickening and he knows it's wrong.

But he can't control it.

He blinks as the opaque shutter covers the glass and the door latch opens ending the show. You're done for the day, tomorrow afternoon you'll be back for those pigs to touch themselves again looking at you. Low growl clenching his fists.

You hurry out the alley, cursing your boss as you text your sister.

"My boss is an asshole, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Hurry up, I have to go to work."

"Fuck!" You curse again picking up your pace.

"Ya should get another job, lass." You hear a voice in the shadows and you jump.

A boy, almost your age, is coming towards you, his blue eyes riveted on you, he's wearing a long black coat and his hands are hidden in his pockets. He almost looks like a child with that look, but something behind his pupils tells you to be careful.

"Excuse me?" You say trying to walk away.

"Y'shouldn't be workin' here, why do ya do it?" he asks again and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"Look, if you're a customer, I'm sorry, my shift is over."

"I'm ain't a customer." He grunts with distaste. "Aye, I've been watchin' ya, but I haven't..."

"You've been watching me? Are you a cop?" You frown and he laughs noseily.

"No, but I think ya deserve better, yer young, ya could work anywhere else than lettin' those guys drool lookin' at ya."

"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do?" you roar and Murphy realizes he's gone too far.

"H-hey, I'm sorry, I..." You turn to leave and he reaches out holding your hand.

When you turn around, Murphy at first doesn't know what hit him, a cold, acidic liquid hits his eyes making him scream in pain as the stinging sensation runs through his entire body, he lets go of you and you run away at full speed.

The brunet squats down with his hands pressing his eyes tightly shut. You've used pepper spray on him and it hurts like hell, it was humiliating to hear him scream, but he didn't expect you to attack him like that. He babbles nonsense words in all the languages that run through his mind, trying to somehow appease the pain.

It certainly wasn't a good idea to wait for you in a dark alley.

The burning sensation that invades his eyes is still there, like a dull buzzing that makes him whimper like a baby, but he controls himself, sniffles through his nose and tries not to touch his eyes, he feels that his eyeballs are dry despite all the tears he has shed, he needs to get out of there, wet his face, tear that feeling out of his body.

**********

McGinty's is the only place that pops into his mind, it would have been wiser to go straight home, take a shower and sleep until the next day. But the humiliation is almost more painful than the spray in his eyes. He just wanted to help you and you've attacked him like he's an old pervert.

He needs a beer or two.

Of course he hadn't thought about the fact that his brother, Rocco and all his friends would be there, nor that the cloud of smoke flooding the pub would aggravate the pain in his parched eyes.

"Hey, Murph, where were ya?" His brother asks when he sees him come in. "We thought ya weren't comin'." He scoffs, but his twin walks right past him into the bathroom.

That puts Connor on alert, they may seem to have a disinterested affection for each other, but anyone who knows them well knows that the McManus twins are connected and anytime something happens to one, the other reacts instantly. He leaves his cigarette and gets up from the stool going after his brother like a hurricane, Rocco a little drunk follows him because he has also seen the strange expression on Murphy's face.

When they enter the bathroom they discover the other man with his head stuck under the water tap, trying to somehow relieve his burning.

"Murphy, yer 'kay, bro?" walks Connor over to him, resting a hand on his back.

"Get off me, ain't wanna talk." He grunts rubbing his eyes any contact is abrasive.

"Hey, c'mon." He grabs his shoulder to pull him away from the water.

"I said let go of me!" he yells wanting to break free.

"Dude..." Rocco then speaks as he sees him with his eyes narrowed, swollen and totally red. "Are you crying?" He can't suppress a laugh.

A thick, deadly silence settles between the three men. Connor knows his brother well, his body language and before he launches himself at Rocco, he holds him tightly making him brace and kick like a doll in the air.

"Stoppit, both of ya! Yer gonna tell us wha' happened."

The laughter echoes through the pub. It's just the three of them and Doc now, but that doesn't make it any less humiliating. Murphy is cowering on his stool, swallowing his anger, listening to each laugh stab into his ears. He looks sideways at his beer, he hasn't even been able to take more than two gulps, the spray has rarefied his taste and every time he swallows it's like a nail scratching his throat.

That fucking thing is killing him.

"Some whore attacked ya in alley." Laughs Rocco again.

"What the fuck were ya doin' with a hooker, Murphy?" laughs Connor too, but he growls.

"I wasn't with her. I wanted to talk to her."

"Ya wanted to negotiate her price? She clearly wasn't gonna give y'a discount." The laughter gets louder.

"I wanted to tell her to quite it!" he roars in frustration.

Silence falls in the pub, everyone's gazes fall on him again, eyes wide open, even Doc looks surprised. The surprise on their faces is far worse than the laughter. He tenses his jaw trying not to lash out at them.

"What do ya care, Murphy? She's just a whore."

And that's the million-dollar question, the question Murphy is also asking himself and when he figures out the answer, he'll tell it to himself first. Thank you very much. But the silence seems to be enough for his brother, neither dares to open his mouth again, Rocco is chewing on a new laugh, but is unable to let it out, the atmosphere is so tense it almost hurts.

"G-guys..." Doc begins to speak.

"Is it that ya've fallen in love with her, Murph?" insists Connor and smacks him on the back of the head.

No, of course he hasn't. No. He can't be in love. You've known each other for two weeks, maybe three, you don't even know each other, he's been looking at you through a mirror for all this time, actually, if you knew that you'd possibly freak out. It would make sense to him. He just wants you to be safe.

When his brother's hand hits the back of his neck, he frowns, turns quickly, hitting him on the arm with a closed fist. Connor and Murphy are always hitting each other, absurd fights between them that never end in anything serious, yet Connor notices right away that his brother's blows increase in force with each one he unloads. He has to stop it before everything gets out of hand.

"Calm down, calm down!" Connor grabs his brother by the arm twisting him towards his back to block him and slams him against the bar of the pub. "Stop it, Murphy!"

"Let go of me!" he scrambles like an eel under his body and pulls away from his brother. "I just want to help her! Why does it gotta be so weird?"

"Because it's none of our business! Come on, yer gonna help every whore in Boston?" he says with derision and Murphy snap.

"No...just..." He huffs and shakes his head. "I'm leavin'." He doesn't say anything else, just turns and grabbing his coat walks out of the pub.

Connor watches his brother lying on his mattress, in that apartment they have occupied, with no walls, two old mattresses on the floor and a bunch of beers lying all over the place. Murphy's back is turned to him and he knows he's upset. As absurd and funny as it's been to tease him, Connor knows he needs to talk to his brother.

"Hey, Murphy, listen..."

"Leave me alone..."

"No, seriously, if ya really wanna help her, I'll help ya, 'kay?" he encourages him, sees his body relax to turn around and look at his brother. "Do ya know what her name is or where we can find her? Other than the club..."

"Well... I guess the name she uses at the club ain't real..."

"Oh my God, Murphy..."

"What? I said I wannna help her, not that I have some elaborate plan."

"Y'ain't gotta a fuckin' plan" He sighs. "Okay, we'll go to the club, I'm sure we'll find some info on her in some work file or somethin'."

"Okay... Yer really gonna help me?"

"Aye! Fuck, but it better be worth it. We'll have to know when it's her turn..."

"Dun think it'll be too hard..." He mutters averting his gaze.

"Why? Oh shit, Murph don't tell me... Is that where ya go every day when ya get off work?" he looks at him in disbelief. "Ya pay for it?"

"N-no... not always..." He whispers averting his gaze, "I walk into those pigs' living quarters and..."

"So what? Ya jerk off yerself ? What would our mother say..."

"No! I'm just lookin' at her..."

"Fuck Murphy, yer so fucked..."

"Fuck, shut up." He says embarrassed.

Connor's plan isn't too elaborate either, they show up at the club where you work with briefcase full of money they claim they want to spend with one of their girls, the club owner is willing to put you all in front of them and let them choose, but Connor was quicker insisting on going to his office. Once there they knocked him out and tied him to the chair as Murphy looked for something about you among all that pile of papers.

"I-I got it!" he shouts feeling some excitement run through him as you find some papers with your personal information there's a photo verifying that it's you and he shows it to his brother.

"Uhm, not bad, at least y'ain't gotta bad taste bro." He jokes and Murphy snorts.

"Shut up." He shushs him by pointing a piece of paper in your direction. "Okay, we can go now."

Connor nods and smacks the shop owner's head as he starts to wake up, so he can escape safely.

Once again they take refuge in McGinty's, but this time no one has eyes full of pepper spray. Murphy is holding your picture and your address in his hands, he is smoking nervously and unlike last day, he has already drunk three beers. Rocco looks at your picture over his shoulder and mumbles.

"She's hot..." He nods taking a punch from Connor.

"What the fuck, man? Shut the fuck up." He chides him, but Murphy doesn't move, his eyes riveted on your picture. "What yer gonna do now?"

"I'll go to her house, talk to her..." He bites down on his thumbnail and stubs out the nearly finished cigarette butt.

"So what? Ya expect her to spray ya with the stuff again?"

"No, but... you've seen her file, she's still young enough to find another job."

"And yer gonna give her a job?"

"Maybe here at the pub... Doc needs help..."

"That's crazy, but okay, how do ya plan to convince her?"

"I-I don't know, I'll think about it as I go along..."

Connor looked at him with some pity in his eyes, but shook his head raising his hands, giving him a free hand to do what he thought he should do. He just hoped he didn't come back with eyes like two plums again.

******

Murphy walks nervously, playing with the cigarette halfway through his fingers. He has left work accompanied by his brother, but they have separated a few streets up. Connor has insisted on going with him, helping him as promised, but Murphy wants to do this alone.

You already reacted badly once, he doesn't want his brother to suffer the consequences, if there's a second one.

Taking one last puff on his cigarette, he tosses it to the ground as he fiddles with your address between his fingers before looking up, checking to see if that's the door to your house. Blowing the smoke slowly between his lips, he moistens them with the tip of his tongue and stretches out his arm, knocking on the door.

Instinctively he takes a step back, he still doesn't have a plan or a full monologue to convince you to leave the club where you're working, but he knows that if he doesn't do it now, he'll never be able to do it and he'll spend the rest of his days watching you through that mirror in your booth.

The door then opens, Murphy fidgets nervously playing with an unlit cigarette between his fingers as he bites his thumb. His surprise is heightened when on the other side of the door a boy appears.

"Hello..." He greets him in a confused, soft voice.

A boy. No older than four or five, watching him intently from head to toe. Murphy looks at him too, trying to say something coherent.

"Hel..."

"Are you my daddy?"

Murphy chokes on his own saliva, his eyes staring wildly at him. Suddenly a doubt assails his mind - is he his father? No...it can't be. His mind begins to fill with number and memory attempts. If that boy really is about five years old, Murphy tries to figure out if he knows you from that time. But it can't be, he would recognize your face. He has to admit that the child is a copy of you, with those eyes and those features, which doesn't help him much.

No. It's impossible. He'd remember being with you. Besides, he doesn't sleep with prostitutes. Maybe you weren't a whore back then, though.

Oh God what if you got into that job because of him? What if he pushed you down that sin path?

"Ciaran!" your voice is heard from inside the house. "How many times have I told you NOT to open the door?" you walk out to meet him and look at each other. "Sorry, whatever my son said to you..."

"Don't worry, Mom, he's an asshole." He laughs with the usual mischievousness of a child as he enters the house.

"Ciaran!" You scold him.

Okay, yeah, with that shitty temper he could be his son. Or Connor's. Or Satan's himself.

"I'm really sorry..." You apologize again.

"It's okay, lass, dun worry 'bout it." He shakes his head, trying to ease your nervousness a little.

"I... wait..." You stay quiet and stare at him. "Have we met before?" Murphy pales searching his mind for an excuse, but seeing your frown he knows you've recognized him. "You're the weird guy from the alley!"

"Ain't... ain't weird..."

"How did you find my house? Have you been following me?" you cross your arms with a clearly angry expression.

"No! No, no, lass, it wasn't like that. Yer boss gave us yer address."

"My boss? What do you mean 'us'?" You look around expecting some group of people to suddenly appear.

"No, I'm alone." Try to calm down. "My brother and I found yer address in yer boss's office." He explains, but that doesn't make things any better.

"Did you find... ? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick?" You look at him in disbelief.

"No, I just wanted to apologize, I scared ya the other day, I didn't mean for ya to be afraid of me." He quickly apologizes, but still doesn't get too close, he's learned from the first time.

"I'm not afraid of you..." You place your hands on your waist and Murphy thinks you look cute when you're angry. He shakes his head quickly putting those thoughts out of his mind.

"Still, I'm sorry... I thought I was doing something good and..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"I didn't ask for your help, I don't even know who you are."

"Murphy." He says quickly and you frown.

"What?"

"My name is Murphy Macmanus." He introduces himself by stretching out his hand to you, but you just look at him suspiciously.

"Whatever. I'm a big girl, I know how to take care of myself, I don't know what hero complex has possessed you, but find someone else." You insist, but Murphy shakes his head again.

"That's not the point..."

"Then you really are a client. All right, what do you want? If I blow you, will you leave me alone?"

"What? No! I don't want to..." He feels the tips of his ears burning. "It's just that I think you could have a better job."

"And now you're my father." You snort in disbelief. "Look, Murphy..." This one stirs uncomfortably at the whiplash of ennui he feels when you utter his name. "The day you find a job where I can make more than three hundred dollars an hour. Let me know, until then; good morning and I hope I never see you again because next time, I'll call the police." You assure him and slam the door in his face.

His eyes are still locked on your front door. Three hundred dollars an hour? Gee, maybe he should consider quitting the meat factory himself and getting into one of those booths. He shakes his head when he hears a tapping on one of the windows and sees Ciaran leaning out of it, waving goodbye to him.

"So long, daddy." He says with derision.

He rolls his eyes and walks away, cigar in his mouth and hands stuffed in his coat pockets. He doesn't want to go see Doc and the others, knows it will be humiliating again. He grunts and diverting his path he decides to go home.

"Murphy!"

He has trouble focusing his gaze, he doesn't know exactly where he is, he feels hot, the music is causing his ears to ring. He shakes his head, but the dull feeling doesn't go away.

"Murphy!"

It's your voice, he's sure of it, once again he tries to focus his sight, he's stuck in a narrow, dark-walled room, there's a monitor on one side and a window in front of him. He recognizes the place, it's one of those club booths, it's your booth, he blinks several more times.

"Murphy, please!" This time your voice sounds like a plea.

He finally manages to focus his gaze, on the other side of the mirror is you, lying on the floor with a shadow over you, it looks like a man's body, but it has no real definition. But it is hurting you. You are crying and there is blood on your hands.

Murphy gets up from the chair and feels his head bob dangerously. Is he being drugged? He runs clumsily to the door and try to open it, but with no hands he can't get a grip on the knob.

"What the fuck is going on!" He yells.

"Murphy, help me!"

"Fuck!" He turns back toward the glass.

His hands ball into fists, and he tries to punch the glass, but all his movements are in slow motion and anxiety builds in the pit of his stomach.

"Please!"

"Let her go!" He shouts through the glass watching as that shadow drags you away. "Let her alone, ya son of a bitch!" he yells again.

"Murphy!" You call out to him one more time before the shadow engulfs you completely.

"NO!"

"NO!" A piercing scream escapes his throat as he incorporates himself on his mattress.

"What the fuck!" Startles Connor in his own bed, turning to look at him. "What the fuck is wrong with ya, man!"

He's shaking, breathing hard, his eyes wide open, a film of cold sweat running down his entire body as he tries to pull himself together.

A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

"Murphy, help me!"

No, it's something more than that.

"Yer listenin' to me?" his brother insists.

But Murphy jumps up from his bed, putting his twin on alert. Still without opening his mouth he reaches for his clothes and quickly gets dressed, Connor is unable to get his attention, his words not reaching his ears, not reaching his brain, the beeping still constant in his head, the sight of you calling for help the only thing he sees. He puts on his coat, grabs his gun and runs out of the apartment slamming the door.

"Murphy! Murph!" He calls out to him once more to no avail.

Murphy runs at full speed, his heart pounding in his chest, panting like a wounded animal, but he doesn't stop. The club where you work is some distance from his house, he has to hurry. The images, your cries for help, keep torturing his mind and his legs pick up speed.

Slipping on the ground, he circles the building as the neon lights greet him. He looks for the back door to the alley where he waited for you the other day and enters like a hurricane when one of the girls comes out, he pushes her, but doesn't stop to beg for forgiveness nerves tighten his throat like a noose.

"Asshole!" He hears her say behind his back.

He stumbles over several more girls, but finally makes it to your booth. He struggles with the door you enter and exit through, and when it opens, the girl inside freaks out, covering her body with her hands.

"Where is she!" He shouts nervously.

"W-who?" she asks frightened and when Murphy says your name she trembles. "A-a client requested her... in the upstairs rooms."

"Fuck!" He howls closing the door again and runs up to the second floor.

Along the way he encounters several security men, but he doesn't have time to argue with them, he knocks them out with an accurate punch to the jaw leaving them lying on the floor. When he reaches the second floor he hears your screams.

His pupils dilate and contract from adrenaline and rage. He draws his gun running down the hallway to the room the screams are coming from, tense his jaw and kick the door down.

The man above you startles getting up not expecting such an abrupt interruption. Murphy enters, pistol raised, and fires. He fires until he empties the clip into the body of the man who jerks with each new shot until he falls to the floor in a pool of blood. Murphy's vision is blinded by rage, breathing like a bull, his hands shaking.

He hears sobbing on the bed and everything inside him seems to change. He lowers the gun and his gaze sweeps around the room until he discovers you, lying on the bed, curled in on yourself, hands covering your ears.

"God, lass." He walks over to you, holstering the gun and grabs your wrists to get your attention.

"Don't do anything to me, please." You plead with tear-filled eyes, your makeup smearing black on your cheeks.

"No, no, it's okay, it's me; Murphy." He shushes you to look at him, surprise filling your face and he feels anger bubbling under his skin again. "Fuck, lass, what has he done to ya?" he whispers caressing your cheek.

Your left eye is bruised, your cheekbone is beginning to swell, your lip bears a cut that won't stop bleeding. That son of a bitch has gone overboard with you and no one has even tried to come to your aid.

If he could, Murphy would reduce that place to ashes with all of them in it.

"M-Murphy?" you whisper and he comes back to Earth.

"I'm here, come on...I'll get ya out of here." He promises you by quickly taking off his coat and throwing it over your shoulders.

Truth be told he hadn't even noticed your nakedness, barely a gold colored bra covers your breasts and your panties are torn and halfway down your thighs, but he doesn't seem to have reached out to touch you, which relieves him somewhat. Murphy helps you out of bed, trying not to scare you any more than you are he gets rid of your torn underwear and buttons all the buttons of his coat, it remains over your body like a huge heavy dress, but at least it covers up what that animal has tried to do to you. One of the girls then peeks through the door and Murphy raises his gun, it's unloaded, but she doesn't have to know that.

"You better get her out of here quick, they're coming." She warns him and gestures to him pointing to another emergency door.

"Thanks." He whispers putting the gun away and scoops you up in his arms carrying you out of the premises.

You still haven't said anything. You haven't opened your mouth since Murphy has carried you out of the premises in his arms. You haven't even protested not knowing where he was taking you, you haven't even asked him to put you down so you could go home. Your mind is off, you feel nothing except the pain in your face and hands. Murphy has discovered when he arrived at the apartment your red, slightly burned hands from holding on tightly to something trying to get away from that man.

Connor moves around you nervously, worried, angry. Not with you, he doesn't even know you, not with Murphy, he's proud of him because he saved you, he's pissed off with that bastard, although his twin has already taken care of him, disgusted with the society that exists today that allows that kind of thing. He snorts and mumbles through his teeth, handing Murphy a packet of peas wrapped in a towel.

His brother is cleaning the wounds on your hands with a damp towel, carefully cleans blood and checks that the abrasions are not important, no doubt you have fought against that guy, but he was too big for you alone.

"Here, or that eye will end up worse than it is." Connor tells and he nods placing the ice carefully on your cheek.

You finally react; a hiss escapes between your lips as you close your eyes, furtive tears escape without your permission, but you've struggled enough, you feel physically and mentally exhausted.

"I'm sorry..." Murphy whispers knowing he's hurt you. You open your eyes to look at him again, he gives you a small smile, it's sad and forced, he feels sorry for you, for what has happened to you, you don't deserve it and he couldn't help it.

"Why...?" You start to speak but your throat stings with every word.

"Don't talk, just shake yer head, okay?" he asks you and the confusion gets bigger. "Did he touch ya?" he asks you and suddenly the confusion turns to embarrassment. "I need to know, love..."

"Why? you've already killed him..."

"Aye, but I need to know if we should take ya to the hospital. If that pig has laid more than a hand on ya..."

"No... it didn't come to that, he was going overboard and I told him to stop... then he hit me and... and the whole thing was a mess."

"It's okay, it's okay." He shushes you again and gently hugs you, rocking you in his arms. "It's over now... they won't touch ya again." He promises you.

Connor watches the whole situation silently, at some distance, afraid to spoil the moment. He's never seen his brother emotionally attached to anyone but him, he finds it curious to see him with a girl, it's not like there's never been one, that's absurd, but it's always been a passing thing and Murphy has easily forgotten about it, as he himself has with his own experiences, but this is different. He really wants to protect you.

"How did you know where I was?" You ask him and Connor raises his head, he wants to know too.

"I just felt it." Murphy says with a shrug and his brother rolls his eyes. Now he's going to get cocky.

"You felt it?"

"Yeah." He shrugs and chews his lip a few times. "I went to see you and in your booth was another girl, so I asked your roommates and they told me you were up there." He explains, lying to you and Connor raises his eyebrows in surprise.

He's not going to tell you anything about his dream, some poetic bullshit about you calling for help and him coming to your rescue on his white horse? Wow, he's impressed.

"Oh, shit, Ciaran..." You say taking the pea bag out of your eye and look around. Murphy shakes his head.

"Sorry, lass, I didn't take anything from the room." He apologizes, but pulls a cell phone out of his pocket. "Here, use mine."

"Thanks..."

Murphy gets up from the floor to give you privacy as he picks up everything he's used to dress your wounds and walks to the other side of the open floor to throw away the gauze and looks to stop to prepare something to eat.

"Ciaran?" Connor asks him in a low voice.

"It's her son." He explains without looking at him.

"Oh shit, she has a son?" he speaks again in a low voice looking in your direction.

"A little five year old demon...I think." He mutters pulling out a pot and filling it with water.

Connor looks at him raising his eyebrows, but he responds by shaking his head, downplaying it, even he doesn't know how to explain it. He looks in your direction again, you're holding the phone to your ear and Connor can see perfectly well how your face suddenly changes.

"Ciaran..."

"Mom?" asks the boy on the other end of the line.

"Hi, honey, tell your aunt to put on, please." You ask and wait for your sister to answer.

"May I know where you are, you should have been back an hour ago." It's the first thing you hear.

"I'm sorry, there's been a problem at the club..." You lie, rubbing your forehead.

"A problem? What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just... can you stay with Ciaran tonight, please?" You ask licking your lip and hiss as you feel the sting of your wound.

"S- sure, you know it's no problem, but..."

"I'll tell you tomorrow, seriously. Thanks." You say goodbye to her and hang up before she asks any more questions.

"Are you okay?" Murphy asks you and you shake your head.

"Go with her, I'll handle this." Connor tells you and Murphy walks over to you again, sits down next to you and carefully pulls you into a hug.

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Regulus Black x fem! potter! Reader - Astronomy Tower (Soulmate au) Part 1/2

A/n: I changed some of the things that happened, deal with it okay? I also am finished part 2 Ima just wait to post it because I'm evil

Warnings: Death, deatheater mentions, swearing, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Regulus Black did not expect to wake up like this

(Pronouns used: she/her)

Part 2/2

I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!

Regulus Black did not expect to wake up like this.

Everything was red and blazing, the water was sloshing around him and the pain- oh the pain then... then... Darkness.

So, how the fuck did he end up in his mothers and father house?

"What the-" He starts to stand up looking around the room for some... clue. God forbid Walburga find him here though, that was the last thing he wanted. So he tried to make as little noise as possible.

Apparently, it wasn't enough because the door flew open the reveal a girl with blazing y/e/c orbs, and a horrified look on her face.

With the flick of her wrist he was flown back making contact with the wall and hitting it hard as he struggles against the magic that seems to have a firm hold on him.

In a split second her wand his pressed up against his throat and the look in her eyes makes her look dangerous. And he had been around some very dangerous people but he had never been more enticed and terrified in his life.

"Who are you deatheater." She grits out.

"What do you mean?"

The eighteen year old girl presses her wand farther into his throat.

"I can see your dark mark you can't hide from me!"

Ah, he had forgotten his mother had forced him to get that lovely tattoo.

"Ya, you might find that Voldemort isn't very found of me-" She gives him a look and he basically just stops talking in general. "Regulus Arcturus Black." He mutters out instead.

That must've not been the answer that she thought she was going to get because he's dropped to the floor and she takes a step backward.

"That's not possible, you died!"

"Obviously not." He sarcastically responds groaning a bit as he stands up.

The witch just shakes her head. "No you don't get it; I'm Y/n Potter."

Regulus gives her a weird look as if saying he doesn't believe her.

"James Potter doesn't have a sister! Or, at least I thought he didn't..."

"No, no, no. I'm Y/n Lily Potter."

Regulus freezes. "What?" He whispers.

"Regulus," She says gently, taking a few steps forward so that he can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"It's 1995, it's been nearly twenty years."

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When Y/n had seen the words written on her skin she knew she was screwed.

The delicate writing had been in scripted on the soft spot on her wrist; Regulus Arcturus Black, it was the name of someone who was long gone. At least because she was a witch she could just touch the spot on her right wrist and it would shorten to R.A.B.

Y/n didn't particularly care that her soulmate was well- Dead. Really, she didn't have time for it to sadden her, she had her younger brother a bright, reckless, Gryffindor ready for any adventure, to take care of.

There were sometimes when the moon was high in the sky and the sun was long gone. The times where she couldn't sleep, laying wide awake in her bed. In those times she would get up to go to the astronomy tower and she would gaze upon the constellations - Leo, in particular was one of her favorites. Then she would softly touch her wrist letting the real name unfold upon her skin.

Regulus Arcturus Black

It was the only time where she let herself think about her soulmate in a way that wasn't... Negative, she would let herself be sorrowful about the time she would never have with her other-half yet some sort of happiness. Of true, pure happiness would spread through the pain, it was bitter sweet but it was there.

So Y/n Potter was certainly surprised to find her long thought dead soulmate in front of her. Even if he wasn't dead, he should have at least been 40, not 18.

"I should have drowned in that lake."

Regulus mutters while rubbing his hands over his face.

After Y/n had pointed her wand at his throat and his true identity was revealed they had had some proper introductions over the last few days just waiting for the order and her brother to come back for winter break. Hell, they hadn't even thought about what would happen when Sirius found out Regulus was alive. That Merlin, he was with Remus.

Yet in that time period the two of them were getting closer, they had been both aware that the other were their soulmate and had both agreed that nothing would happen. Nevertheless even they couldn't pull away from each and had finally decided that they should stop trying to be stupid gits and love each other now that they had the chance.

Although there was one question that still plagued both of their minds.

'How the fuck was Regulus even here.'

"Maybe you did?"

He looks over to her sharply. "I'm not sure I follow."

Y/n bites her lip in concentration trying to find the best way to describe this.

"Love, please don't hurt yourself."

Immediately she stops, yet she also seems to know what she wants to say as well.

"So you know how my mum sacrificed herself to save Harry?"

"Yes, and I know how they locked you in the cabinet and put a silencing charm on you."

"No, no. That's not what I'm getting at. When Lil- my mum sacrificed herself it put a protective shield on Harry blocking the killing curse. Something that no wizard or witch, no matter how powerful can't block. What happens if it's something similar to that?"

Regulus appears to understand and starts to nod along to what she's saying.

"So somehow with the power of love, I was... Resurrected?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Perhaps."

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It was May 2, 1998 and Y/n Lily Potter was announced dead.

None of the order members had known about Regulus, you had both decided that it was better that way. So that very same year that they had met each other they had bought a flat for both to live in. Yet with the fatal battle that took her life all was revealed.

"Why would Y/n tell us to go to her flat?" Hermione asks Sirius, and Remus in a rather hushed tone as to not disturb Harry who she didn't want to upset.

"I have no idea." Sirius whispers for the both of them as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Sirius step into the flat.

"Why are you in my house!" A man comes with light raven hair and grey eyes with a white button up shirt rolled up to his elbows comes into view.

Before Remus and Sirius can even voice their shock at seeing the younger Black Harry pulls out his wand and narrows his eyes menacingly at the man.

"Why are you in my sister's house!"

The man seems to flatter and he looks away from them all.

"So she is dead."

Harry wanted to scream, yes his sister was dead. He may have defeated Voldemort but he would have let him live if his sister could have.

Yet before he goes to say something he notices the name on the man's right wrist.

Y/n Lily Potter

"You're her soulmate?"

The other two older men finally speak up.

"How are you alive?"

The three young adults give confused glances at the two older men.

"What do you me-"

"I'm Regulus Black his," Regulus points towards Sirius. "Brother."

He just sighs and motions for them to come sit.

This was going to be a long talk.

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sparkedblaze · 10 months

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cw more abuse and bad times <3

modern au - hey hey, what if. oscar and morris’ pa coming to one of their fights.

he usually likes to forget they exist, and they do the same, but he can’t help but see them crop up more and more over the years - they’re public figures, rising in notoriety. he sees the occasional article, sees them on magazine covers and ads, sees their fights advertised in the betting shops he frequents. sees that they always win. and then he sees a poster that they’re fighting in soho, where he still lives. and usually he’d never seek them out, doesn’t care nearly enough, but it’s just too tempting.

he walks in late and he’s just a single face amongst the crowd, but morris catches sight of him in his peripheral - instinct, like a prey animal - while he’s circling his opponent in the ring. he’s instantly so distracted he takes a brutal hit from his opponent and is levelled to the ground, and it’s almost like his papa hitting him all over again.

(oscar can’t see their pa from where he’s stood. he has no idea what’s wrong.)

OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO

So, something I haven't told y'all about the modern au

The Delancey's pa does actually find them one day.

Also mystery anon asking for Medda angst, tell me something

Are you sure you want that?

Walter smirked down at him as Morris fell to the ground, watching Oscar try and scramble into the ring when he doesn't get up. Weak. Pathetic. Just like he'd always known. He sat down in his seat, watching the events unfold.

The round stopped when Morris doesn't get back up. A timeout until they can use the smelling salts to wake him. He watched Oscar run to Morris, leaning over to whisper to him. He could almost hear the whimpering voice from a lifetime ago.

Cowardly boy.

He smirked again as Oscar's eyes searched the crowd, their eyes locking. He could feel the glare received as he tipped his hat at his older son.

Oscar moved to speak to the referee, and the man in the ring listened and nodded as he spoke.

Walter stood. Oscar's fight wasn't for another hour or so. He'd go speak with them between fights, and he knew Morris would never continue. Boy couldn't ever look past his fears.

He started down the steps as the referee announced that Morris was forfeiting the fight. What a surprise that was.

He made his way out the back door, seeing no security on the way. He supposed they were around the perimeter more than back here.

It didn't matter. They'd let him pass anyhow, wouldn't they? He was their father, for Christ's sake.

He found their changing room and pushed open the door, hearing a dog bark before even entering fully.

Not that he ever got the chance to.

A weight slammed against the door, and Oscar's glaring eye found him through the crack in the door.

"You ain't welcome in here. You ain't comin' in. We already got security comin' for ya," he sneered, pushing harder, trying to close the door in Walter's face.

"I'm welcome anywhere I please, boy, don't you- Morris, you cut that wailin' out or I swear!" Walter's gaze shifted behind Oscar, toward the open bathroom door.

He could hear the snap of Morris's teeth as his mouth closed, that old satisfaction creeping back into his bones.

Oscar was unmoving against the door, though the rage in his eyes built with each passing moment.

"Why you look so mad, boy? I made you into this. I built you up from nothin'! Hell you still is nothin'!" Walter cackled. "Bet you can't afford all them fancy clothes you flauntin' round in."

"It ain't none of your business, Pa," Oscar growled out, still unrelenting.

"I seen them posts. How mad you got at that boy. You ain't told nobody," it wasn't a question, Walter knew they hadn't. "You know silence don't come free, boy."

He watched his son's sneer grow, and finally the door budged.

Walter stepped up, smirking. "Glad you come to yo-"

He sucked in a breath as Oscar's head slammed into his.

"Don't you ever come here threatenin' us. We ain't no scrawny little boys no more, pa," Oscar stood between Walter and the bathroom.

"Wonder if both of you feel that way. Don't you, Morris?"

He heard another faint whimper from the bathroom.

"Leave him alone, pa. He ain't done nothin'."

"I've never agreed with you more, Oscar," Walter held a hand to his nose as he stepped back outside. "Sleep on it. Let me know by tomorrow."

"The answer is no," Oscar snapped.

"Then, I guess you ain't got nothin' to think about," Walter shrugged. "Like, perhaps the fact that it would ensure you never see me again."

He could see the boy working it over in his head.

"Ahhhh... There it is..." he sighed. "Like I said. Sleep on it."

Walter turned back to the hallway as a woman stormed down it.

Oscar groaned behind him as she rounded the corner, snapping out a short "What?"

The woman raised a brow at him. "Don't take that tone with me, Oscar Delancey. How is he?"

Walter raised a brow at him. "Delancey? That what you been tellin' folks?"

Medda turned toward Walter, eyebrows high. "Are you saying that isn't their name?"

He scoffed. " 'Course it ain't. They always been Williams."

"Oscar, who is this?"

"I'm their-"

"Excuse me, sir, I didn't ask you," her hand went up, and her eyes never left Oscar. She needed to know if he wanted her to do something about this man.

"Medda, this 's our pa."

"Your pa?" Walter didn't think her eyebrows could go any higher. "Mhm."

She turned to him, and Walter gave her a smile.

"Alright then, sir, let me speak to you. Just a second," she stepped closer to him. "I just want to get some things straight."

Her hand came down hard against his cheek, and Walter was bent over, clutching his cheek.

Oscar let out a tense laugh at the sight, caught halfway between fear and awe. He'd never ever seen Medda get violent before. Usually gentle and caring, and everything their pa never had been.

"Don't you ever come near my boys again! Do you understand me?" Her voice rose in a way that Oscar could never have dreamt. The way that made him cover his ears. "You have no right to even come close! And if you don't get to steppin' now, I'm callin' security and they gonna carry you right on out of here."

She stepped closer, glaring up at him. "So, Mister Williams, you gettin' outta here your way? Or mine?"

Oscar watched as pa glared up at him, but turned as Doggy barked, a warning that Morris was on the move.

He peeked around the doorway. "Mama?

" 'S that you?" His voice was quiet, but he took a few steps closer. Oscar tried to stop him as Morris ducked out of the door, Doggy right behind him.

"Wait, Mo-"

"Mama!" Morris cried as he dashed toward her, hugging her tight, still shrinking away from pa.

Walter's eyes went wide, and his face contorted with rage. "That ain't your ma! She ain't nothin'!"

Medda held just as tight as Morris, kissing his head and brushing her hand through his curls.

She wheeled around to give Walter another verbal beatdown, but she never got the chance.

Oscar had stormed over, and swung.

"She been more a ma then you ever was a pa!" He kept swinging, letting out years upon years of heartbreak and panic and fear.

Oscar was done being afraid.

He was done letting Morris be afraid.

It wasn't until a hand landed on his shoulder that he stopped. His hands were bloody and his knuckles ached-it'd been so long since he'd fought bare knuckled- but he felt so good.

"Oscar, dear... Go call security. They'll escort him out of here," she didn't say it, but Oscar knew what she was giving him time to do.

He had to get cleaned up before Morris saw him.

👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼

I love this and everything it turned into

#newsies #livesies #92sies #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #newsies modern au #👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼#medda adopts #medda larkin #medda larkson #mama Medda #cw: violence #cw: abuse #nox hurts

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The Age of Sims 2.7 - Part 20- “We'll See”

LANGUAGE WARNING

"Look who it is."

William didn't turn around, but knew the man behind him was only there to cause him trouble.

"Thought you were told not to come 'round here no more." He said, scolding him like a child. "Folks see you 'round here -- they're not gonna like it."

William did his best to ignore Brooklyn, but he kept at it until his words had settled right into William's mind, chest, and stomach. Before he knew it, he was putting Noah down onto the ground, telling him the play in the sand while he went to have a chat.

"Uncle Will's f-fri...end."

"He's no friend." He said before leaving Noah in the sand.

"Man that's cute -- you out here with your son, enjoying the day. His mom must be back at the mansion, laid out on some silk sheets. Short hair, blonde -- am I right? Gloria know about her, I mean, hell -- I know about her--"

"What do you want?"

Brooklyn shrugged, "Just making conversation. So what's it like? You gotta know the difference -- or are you one of those guys? 'They're all pink in the middle'. You can tell me -- man to man."

"Look -- I came here to spend the day with my nephew--"

"You came here to see Gloria."

"I came here to do both!" He shot back, "And to answer your question -- yes, Gloria knows about the blonde woman staying at my house. She's my nephew's mother."

"Wow, white folks be doing all sorts of freaky shit, but I can't say I'm surprised -- well, not about y'all, but about Gloria..."

William couldn't stand seeing his smile across his face.

"You're a wizard aren't you? No wait, a scientist -- that's riiiiiight." Brooklyn applauded himself for remembering. "Been meaning to ask you what type of shit you must be giving Gloria time to time to have her doped up on your sister wives bullshit--"

"Fuck off."

"Excuse me?"

"FUCK... OFF." William repeated as loud and clear as he could without Noah hearing.

"I thought we had an understanding -- an agreement."

"You want to start shit with me? Do it when I haven't got my nephew with me."

"Hey man, no need to get defensive. I'm just trying to figure you out."

"No you're not." William cut right through the bullshit. "You've done nothing, but assume shit about me, my life, and the people in it. Who do you think you're fucking talking to and about who -- Gloria?" He blinked. "Really?"

"Whoa man, hey man -- slow your roll. You know damn well you shouldn't be talking like that to anybody that looks like me 'round here -- 'round any damn place."

"Oh yeah?" William asked, challenging.

"You shouldn't be here. You've got a shit ton of parks where you live -- not to mention that whole suburban, gated community type of vibe they've created for white folks--"

"Look -- I've been coming here for years now--

"You should come somewhere else -- go come where you always were coming before you found out about this place and decided to unload onto the first Black woman you could find."

William snapped at that point, his filthy comment rippled under his skin and he lost it in that second. So much so, Noah was startled and his focus turned to his Uncle rather than the sand he was told to play in.

"I'm not fucking going anywhere -- ya got that?" He blinked hard, "If you don't like it then tough shit. Tough fucking shit."

"If I can get you jumpin' like this, imagine what more like me would do to you..." Brooklyn watched him closely, almost studying him. "When the pressure's on... oh it'll be on and just how are you gonna react when that happens?"

"Leave... me... the fuck... alone." William said, wanting to end the conversation at that very moment. "You leave me the fuck alone otherwise you'll be sorry. I'm not gonna stand back and take this fucking shit any longer -- ya got that?!"

At this point William's had voice had rose to much higher levels, but he didn't care who heard him at this point or just how threatening he sounded.

"Hey man... loosen up. No need to be so uptight... just thought I'd say hi to my neighbor is all." Brooklyn said gently, making it so his approach was far less threatening and easy going to anyone near by, especially Noah. "You might wanna think about dialing back on your temper though... don't want that kid of yours to grow up some hateful white man 'cause in this world they're always suspect number one when some massive shit goes down -- but what am I saying -- do they really pay the price? Society usually feels sorry for them and gives them a pat on the back."

"How about you worry about your daughters." William suggested.

That struck a nerve in Brooklyn that caused him to nearly see red. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what it means." William stated, "It means mind your fucking business."

"I worry about my daughters every damn minute of the day -- got to because there's a whole world out there full of people like you who don't give a fuck what happens to them!" He tossed his head to the sky and laughed coldly, "But look who I'm talking to. You don't give a fuck what happens to people like us -- you just use us for your own advantage."

"I haven't used anyone."

"Right. It was out of the kindness of your heart to find a place like this and open a clinic."

"I had every intention to supply the community with medical health with based on my scientific research and formulas."

"Guinea pigs."

"I haven't experimented on any human being or given them a diagnosis -- I am a scientist, not a medical doctor."

"Doesn't make you better than anybody else."

"I never said I was better than anybody else!" William snapped, "Jesus Christ, the clinic was burnt to the fucking ground not even a year after it was opened -- what in the literal fuck are you still complaining about? I got the message -- I didn't reopen because I finally got the fucking message!"

"Yet you can't get the other message."

It took William a minute or two to get what Brooklyn meant.

"They are two different things. My clinic was my work, Gloria isn't." He paused for a moment, "There's no chance I'm gonna 'get' the message about her."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah -- that's right." William confirmed.

"Yeah well -- we'll see about that." He shrugged before taking a few steps backwards, but keeping his focus on William. "We'll see about that."

It was a lingering threat that made William want to address, but he was happier having Brooklyn finally leave him alone.

#the age of sims #sims 4 story #ts4 story

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will-you-pick-me · 11 months

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Y/N Unhinged / Mikey Horror (Blurb)

You were so fucking tired of being here.

This dingy fucking apartment that smelled of stale pizza boxes and mildew even though you KNEW Mikey could afford better if he wanted to. The stolen handcuffs that kept one hand chained to the radiator pipe - or so you let him believe. There was a rusty spot in the pipe that was thin, and you'd been slowly chipping at it, every other day to avoid notice. The way he'd run his fingers through your hair gently, only to gag you with the barrel of a pistol when you dared open your mouth to tell him off, then turn around just as easily and offer to play you a song on his guitar.

It was insane, and you felt like the insanity was starting to infect you, too.

You were restless, feeling like bugs were crawling in your brain, or maybe static buzzing. An itching under your skin and a wildness in your heart that was pushing you to just bite back already.

You knew you had to be patient, though. That you had to pretend to behave, make him lower his guard, and gather what you needed in order to strike.

It was a lucky break, when he left a screwdriver on the bedside table after fixing a wobbly leg on it. Even luckier, that you were able to reach it by stretching out your leg and curling your toes around the metal spike of it. A tense second later and you had your weapon stashed between the filthy mattress and the wall you were stuck near.

You tolerated the smothering cuddles, that night, as best you could. You bit back your urge to snap - or throw up - whenever he kissed your neck and told you he loved you. You even gave him a tired smile when he finally said goodnight and closed his eyes to sleep.

Tomorrow was the day.

You waited for him to get back from running around with his gang. You'd finished breaking through the radiator pipe while he was gone, and stationed yourself behind the door to attack when he came back. You didn't dare leave while he was still out, you wouldn't stand a chance if he had his lackeys with him or if you didn't have the element of surprise. Plus, the door was locked anyways.

No, you had to get him alone, and off guard.

You gripped the screwdriver tight as you heard the keys rattling in the lock, watched as he walked in with his usual sing-song greeting of "I'm home, my lil' tiger~", only for him to stop short in shock, and as he whirled around with panic in his eyes, you ran forward, stabbing the dirty screwdriver into his dominant shoulder. You got a satisfying glimpse of dumbfounded shock on his face before you were running out the door, bolting downstairs as you heard him shout out for you to stop, not that you were going to.

The sunlight and fresh air felt good on your skin as you burst out of the building, but you had no time to stop and appreciate it right now. You were running down the street, trying to find anyone or anywhere to help you hide.

Back at the apartment, Mikey was pulling out his phone, wincing in pain as he dialed the number and put the device to his ear.

"… They fuckin' stabbed me. Ran off. … No, I don't care what you do anymore, just find 'em. … Yeah, free reign. They're all yours, now, I don't fuckin' care anymore. … Yeah, swing by when you're done, who knows what's on this fuckin' screwdriver. Yes, really. … Thanks. See ya in a bit."

…~[---]~…

… You made it pretty far, he had to hand it to you, but he tsk'd in mock disappointment when he eventually found you cowering between a couple of dumpsters. Your terrified face as you looked up at him and recognized him was just so cute, though. He couldn't help but grin as he yanked you up by your hair, a quick jab of sedative making you slump over after a few moments struggle.

"You'll make such a lovely star for my viewers, Y/N… I can't wait to show them how you bleed~"

… When you wake up, you're faced with a camera, and a wall of bloody tools.

Maybe you'll make better choices next time.

#pick me! arg #y/n blurb #mikey blurb #kidnapping tw #yandere #obsessive #y/n snaps #red room implied

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sawdusst · 9 months

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The Rainmaker Heist Chapter 6 (Coroika Pirate AU)

wow i cant believe we've got 6 whole chapters of this thing. i'm gonna be honest i also couldn't make up my mind for this chapter as well-- i should probably start planning these things out better ;-;;

this chapter was eh for me, i feel like i couldve done better but there wasn't really much i had in mind here. but after this chapter is when i have things mostly figured out, this one was kinda meant to be a filler thing so-- yeah :/ sorry if its a bit of a mess

Here is the link to the main thread for other chapters + infodumps!

enjoy and thanks for reading! :D

Word Count: 1,430

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[Keep Sailing]

“Captain! Wake up!”

Gloves opened his eyes and was greeted by the bright sunlight hitting the deck. He looked around groggily, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He woke up on the hardwood floor with a tattered blanket draped over him.

“Oh, good morning,” Gloves mumbled. He yawned and stretched, “Is it morning already?”

“Captain, I don’t mean to alarm you,” Clips began, “But there’s another ship perpendicular to us, coming over to us. You might want to have a look.”

“Great, is Hivemind back or something?” Gloves mumbled.

“Luckily, no,” Clips replied, handing Gloves the telescope, “It’s the Chartreuse Pirates. They’ll block our path if we don’t turn around now.”

Gloves sat up with confusion. He sighed with a twinge of frustration, but laughed it off. He extended his hand, taking the telescope from Clips. “I can’t catch a break around here, can I?”

He looked through the telescope as the ship that was heading towards them. His gaze trailed up to the black and yellow-green flag that waved wildly in the wind.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Gloves laughed, “It really is the Chartreuse Pirates. I wonder how Rider’s doing, I haven’t heard from him since the whole S4 thing. Man, that’d be hilarious if he got himself captured again.”

Gloves handed the telescope back to Clips. He walked to the front of the ship, propping his foot up onto the bow of the ship. The rest of his crew followed him. As the other ship slowly pulled closer to theirs. Most of Rider’s crew was standing near the side railings of their ship, everyone but the Captain himself.

“What a surprise seeing you guys out here,” Gloves said with a smile, “Long time no see! I’ve missed you guys. Where’s your Captain?”

“Our Captain’s in his cabin,” Bamboo Hat replied, her arms folded across her chest, “We’ve been busy these past couple of days.”

“Really? What have you guys been up to?” Gloves asked, then pointed finger guns at the crew, “My crew and I are going to go after the Rainmaker once we find out where it is! It’ll be so cool, I’ll have to show ya when we’re—”

“We are?” Half Rim asked.

“Yes, yes we are,” Gloves replied, then looked over at Bamboo Hat. “What about you guys?”

“The Rainmaker, huh?” Bamboo Hat responded, “I’ve heard about that, I think our Captain wants it as well—”

“What’s all the commotion out here?”

The door to the cabin was now open and out stepped a yellow-green colored inkling with a black coat.

“Captain Rider! Long time no see,” Gloves exclaimed.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Rider mumbled, “I thought it was someone important. What do you want?”

“Nice to see you too,” Gloves replied, “I figured you’d be ecstatic to see me. How’ve you been?”

“Oh you know, the usual,” Rider answered, “We recently captured another pirate, but so far talking to him has been a pain in the neck. At this rate, I’ll probably just drop him off at an island or something. I’ve been trying to get information out of him for the past week.”

“Woah, cool!” Gloves responded, “Who is he? How’d you manage to get him? My crew and I just escaped another pirate ship just the other night.”

“Shady of the Wireglass Pirates,” Rider began, “I wasn’t sure at first, we found him near the docks, running away from salmonids by the shore. I’d recognize him anywhere. I had my crew look for their ship, but they couldn’t find anything. It was odd.”

“You mean you actually— have one of them on board with you?!?” Gloves stuttered in disbelief. Then, he lit up with excitement, “I want to see him!! I’ve been looking for the Rainmaker, I wonder if he could tell me anything about where the rest of his crew is!!”

“Tch, good luck with that,” Rider scoffed, “None of us have been able to get him to say anything. He’s not much of a talker. We’re better off just throwing him overboard.”

“Oh come on,” Gloves laughed, “You’re not great at talking to people anyways, I bet I could get him to start talking.”

“Riiight.” Rider rolled his eyes, then turned to leave. “Well, it was nice to see you, we should get going—”

“Do you think I could meet him?” Gloves asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Alright!” Gloves cheered, then looked back over at the rest of his crew, “You guys wait out here. Turn the ship around while I’m gone so we don’t hit Rider’s ship. I’ll be back in a few!”

Rider exchanged a look with his crew. "No— We should really get going—"

"Pleeeasssee??"

Rider sighed heavily and shrugged. “Fine. Hop aboard.”

Gloves took a step back. Swiftly, he leapt across and jumped onto the other ship. His leather boots hit the wooden floorboards with a loud thump. Gloves then followed Rider to the ship’s cabin. He happily skipped down the steps.

“So, where are you keeping him?” Gloves asked.

Rider pointed to the end of the hallway, where there were a few iron bars propped upright.

“Right over there,” he replied, “This ship used to belong to the royal fleet, we’ve had a space for any prisoners but we haven’t had a chance to use it until recently.”

The pair walked over to the iron cell at the end of the hallway. Gloves tilted his head curiously. There was a cyan colored inkling that sat inside the cell, staring at the ground. He wore a tattered white shirt and a black flap cap which covered most of his face.

“Hey! You must be Shady!” Gloves said excitedly, he walked over, “My name is Captain Gloves! What happened to the rest of your crew?”

“What’s it to you?” The latter replied with a monotonous voice, “That’s none of your business.”

“Listen, your crew’s probably worried about where you might be—”

“That’s debatable.” Shady rolled his eyes.

“I really want to know more about the Rainmaker,” Gloves continued, “Rider here does too. Maybe he’ll let you go if you tell us where it might be, I’ve heard your crew’s the one holding onto it. We could work together.”

“I’ll pass,” Shady mumbled.

Gloves frowned with disappointment. He rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest.

“We could help you find your crew, if you—”

“Oh, I don’t need your help finding them,” Shady interrupted, “I have a small idea as to where they might be. But, as I mentioned earlier, that’s none of your concern.”

“I told you he wasn’t telling us anything,” Rider muttered, “We’ve tried almost everything. He probably doesn’t even have the information we need. It could just be another false chase.”

Gloves looked back over at Shady. “Your captain was the one who Black Labeled my friend. Because of whatever the heck you guys did, my friend can’t battle anymore— he hasn’t been able to for the past few months.”

“That’s a bit vague,” Shady replied, “My captain’s Black Labeled a lot of pirates. Nothing I can do anything about.”

“Barreleye,” Gloves said, “I thought you two were friends, but apparently not.”

Shady’s expression changed. He almost had a look of shock, before he brushed it off. He stared at the floor. “How am I supposed to know what happened? You’re— You’re asking the wrong person.”

Shady then glanced up at the other two. “Both of you are lost causes. Neither of you know when to leave people alone. I’ve already told you, you’re not getting anything out of me. You’d probably get more value watching paint dry.”

Rider sighed with frustration. “Perhaps we were being too nice before. We should just throw you overboard.”

"Then do it," Shady mumbled, "I'm surprised its taken you so long to think of that."

“Now hold on a second, Rider,” Gloves interjected, “You do realize if you throw Shady into the ocean— the Wireglass Pirates aren’t going to take this lightly. If they found out you did that, they’re going to destroy your ship and everything with it.”

Gloves then raised a hand in opposition, “You guys should at least just leave Shady somewhere, at least you’re not charged with murder on your hands.”

“First off, don’t tell me what to do,” Rider scoffed, “Second, he’s no use to me at this point. You might as well take him, I’m sick of him. We probably don’t even need him to find the Rainmaker.”

Shady laughed to himself, leaning against the wall with his hands rested behind his head.

also, it is with a heavy heart that i have to say we are nearing the end of The Rainmaker Heist 😔 This choice here will determine how the final battle goes :] I think I have about-- 2 or 3 chapters left, idk yet.

sorry for the bad-ish chapter :/ i hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless

thanks for reading! have a great day/night ! <3

#coroika pirate au #coroika #splatoon

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