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coentinim · 2 days

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warnings: you die! extremely poorly written gore.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this low-key sucks but I had to write a little something for my health. the gore is so poorly written, it's actually embarrassing. it's my first time so go easy on me. the idea of being james' snuff star was brought to me by @coentinim go check her out now or I will get you!!!

As james' lover, you're very aware of his unusual tastes, and some of the tamer ones have even been introduced into your bedroom. sucking his gun, letting him dice you up, and choking you until you're barely conscious are things the two of you have tried. but you wanted to try something new. you were sure he'd love it. the only problem being, it included the use of technology.

after days of contemplating ways to ask him, you make your move. it's a lazy day for the two of you. laying down in bed, your head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around your torso.

“james," you whisper, angling yourself to look at him. his eyes are closed, and he looks strangely peaceful. if you didn't know him you'd think he was sleeping. he lets out a low hum to assure you that you've got his attention, so you continue, "I want you to... kill me."

his eyes slowly open to look at you and you can see the hint of a smile on his face. "if that's what you wish for, my dear." you can't help grin at his eagerness, you knew he'd like the sound of that.

"but.." his eyebrow quirks up, intrigued. "I want to record it, and if you don't mind, I'd like to post it." a beat. you scan over his face, looking for any subtle changes, but he remains inscrutable.

"that sounds... fascinating. if it's what you desire then I shall try it. however, you'll be in charge of posting it yourself. I don-" smiling, you roll your eyes, "yes, yes, I'll post it myself." then the comfortable silence resumes once more as you rejoice in how surprisingly easy it was to convince him.

after that the topic goes untouched between the two of you. though deep down you're both excited and filled with trepidation. you purchase an older camera, the film is a bit grainy, but you don't mind. it adds personality. gives it an eerie ambiance. one day, you're struck with the idea to set the camera up before you go to bed in your shared room with James. you don't tell him about your little plan, hoping that'll be a pleasant surprise.

per usual, he comes back late, and most of the time you stay up to greet him, but today is different. the room is awfully silent, so he takes a few steps closer. slow and deliberate. careful not to startle or wake you. As he inches closer, he sees you, peacefully sleeping, unaware of his presence. and in the corner of his eye, there's a little red light, turning his head to get a better look. he realizes that it's a camera.

"ah, so that's what this is," he murmurs, sauntering to the bed. he takes a moment to admire your sleeping figure. you look angelic, all soft and innocent. he couldn't wait to see how ravishing you look when you die. you had nothing but a pink slip on which he should've expected from a teasing, little minx such as yourself, but he didn't let that deter him.

you’re unsure of how long you've slept before the covers were ripped off of you. but you're not given any time to ruminate before you're being wrenched into a pair of familiar arms. they coil around you, similar to how a spider webs up its food. frightened, you let out a shrill scream. you writhe and squirm in his grasp, desperately trying to weasel your way out.

“let me go,” you huff, trying to twist your way out of his hold. you can hear James' syrupy laugh from behind you, and it sends shivers surging down your spine

abruptly, you're thrown onto the bed. taking this as a chance to escape, you attempt to crawl away, but he grabs your ankle, yanking towards him. you cry out, mindlessly kicking your feet in hopes that you’ll manage to free yourself. with an annoyed grunt, he flips you onto your back and climbs on top of you, straddling your legs. both you pause for a second, staring at each other, no other noises besides your panting. then, he's leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, and bring a cold hand to caress your cheek. he lingers and you almost chase after him when he pulls away.

the tip of his blade kisses the skin just below your sternum. instinctively, tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes. you don't fight him this time. you bite back the urge to kick and scream. instead you grip the sheets until your knuckles are white so you don't scratch at him. at first, it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. he's cut you before, so you had an inkling of what to expect. the pain is dull at first, but it turns sharp as he sinks the knife deeper. it's painful, of course, but you can handle it. your eyes clamp shut. you feel like you're on fire. you take a deep breath to soothe your racing heart.

he starts to slowly tug down, splitting you down the middle. the pain quickly becomes unbearable. you feel queasy, and for a second you feel like you're going to vomit, but nothing comes up. you dry heave a few times before bile starts filling your mouth. it burns your throat on the way up, and hot tears begin to stream down your face. the sound of it is disgusting, a horrible gurgle erupting from deep within you. blood stains your slip turning it a deep red making it stick to you like a second skin.

James' eyes don't stray away from where he's tearing you apart. enthralled with the way fat and muscle reluctantly separate like they don't want to part from each other. he stops just above your pelvis. taking a moment to admire his work, the sight of you is undeniably grotesque. viscera exposed, red and glistening in the dim light. you're sputtering and retching, and he can see the organs convulsing. his pants grow tighter by the second, and it's rapidly nearing the point of discomfort.

with a loving hand, he carefully strokes your innards. you barely register it until both of his hands make contact. it feels odd. it doesn't exactly hurt, but it doesn't mix well with already intense agony. it's more like being uncomfortably full, or an unpleasant pressure.

“you look marvelous, truly marvelous,” he declares. and if you weren't in such extreme anguish you might've blushed at his awe. he really did think you were beautiful inside and out.

piece by piece, the grasp on your consciousness slips through your fingers. tiny black spots blooming in your vision, your heart coming to a steady stop. the pain fizzling out into the back of your mind, turning into a secondary thought. your eyelids are getting heavier, and you do little to resist shutting them.

james presses a tender kiss to your clammy forehead, and through the fog you hear him murmur the words, “hurry back, dove.”

#IMBSTILL HERE BTW

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coentinim · 2 days

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TAG, YOU’RE IT

— Kai Anderson x fem! reader

WARNINGS: 18+. mdni — porn with plot. violence. vaginal fingering. unprotected p in v. size kink. implied murder. english is not my first language. not proofread as usual

WC: 2.7k

A/N: this was kinda rushed due to school exams and college applications, sorry in advance for the poor quality. but i adored this idea so much, hope it’s not too awful.

Vanity tables were crammed into the limited space, each adorned with a haphazard array of makeup and tools. Sighing, you grabbed the clown mask that was sitting on your table and pulled it over your head, its cool, rubbery texture making your skin crawl. In the mirror, the grotesque reflection stared back— sickly pale skin mottled in patches of green and blue, reminiscent of moldy cheese. Painted in garish shades of red, the mouth stretched open in a nightmarish grin, revealing rows of jagged teeth.

As you tucked in the stray strands of hair peeking under the latex, your thoughts drifted to your less-than-enthusiastic job as a scare actress in a haunted house. It wasn't as fun as it had been when you first started a year ago, but it paid the bills. Plus, you needed the money, having broken up with your boyfriend whom you discovered was cheating on you. You used to share an apartment together, but now you were on your own, struggling to make ends meet in order to afford a small, dingy one-room apartment in Michigan.

Disgusted at your reflection, you finally tore away your gaze, fingers fumbling to adjust the straps of your tight black and red corset. The garment cinched tightly around your waist, flaunting your assets in such a whorish way that it made you cringe inwardly, and its scandalously low neckline revealed more cleavage than you were comfortable with.

“So, guess who showed up earlier?”

Your eyes flicked over to where your colleague was hunched over her mirror, tying her mousy blonde hair into a ponytail.

“Who? Not Alex again, right?”

“Yes of course I’m talking about Alex.” Lena rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the disgust she harboured for your ex-boyfriend.

“He came during break time, asking about you,”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed.

“Ugh. The fuck did he want this time? I’ve told him, I didn’t take his stupid DVD-”

“-said he wanted to talk.”

she pulled her mask over her head.

“Well, I’m not interested,”

“Way ahead of you, I told him you were swamped.” Lena's voice came through muffled, her words slightly distorted by the mask she wore. Before you could thank her, a booming, deep voice interrupted from the door frame.

“Hey, scream queens,” Terry, your boss called out, tapping the doorframe. “We’ve got our last visitors for the night. You two are up in five.”

“Just so you know,” Lena added as she finished lacing up her boots, and started for the doorway, “if he keeps on pestering you, I’ll slash his tires.”

Even though she couldn’t see your face through the clown mask, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks,”

“Don’t thank me, I know you’d do the same for me,”

———

Stepping out of the hidden door, you melted into the shadows, waiting for your target to show up. From your vantage point, you could hear footsteps echoing through the dark corridor, signaling their arrival. They turned around the corner, and just as you were about to make your move, a sudden blur of movement startled you. Before you could react, the man swung his arm, the paper cup in his hand spilling its lukewarm contents all over your front.

Stumbling back in surprise, you felt the brown liquid seeping through the eye holes of your rubber mask and trickling down your cheeks, the scent of coffee invading your nostrils.

Furious, you ripped off your mask, wiping the droplets from your cheeks before staring incredulously at the man before you.

“What the fuck?! You asshole!”

He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, a mop of electric blue hair cascading to his shoulders. Hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jeans, he looked down at you.

“Oops, sorry… you scared me, miss,” he apologised somewhat lamely, though you doubted his sincerity, judging by the smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His attention shifted from your face to your revealing clown girl costume, taking in the corset with its low neckline, the miniskirt, and fishnet leggings.

The lasciviousness of his stare made you feel a twinge of unease, as if he was mentally undressing you with his gaze (which, in truth, he probably was). Despite feeling violated by his blatant eyefucking, a small surge of pride bubbled up within you. After all, he was undeniably a prick, but there was no denying his attractiveness—much to your deep annoyance.

“If I wanted to see a cheap Harley Quinn ripoff, I could’ve stayed home and watched porn on my computer. Nice tits, though-”

You were a good, law-abiding citizen, and you certainly weren’t an advocate for violence, but this douchebag was really pushing your limits.

Without thinking, your hand shot out, aiming to wipe that smirk off his face. But before your palm could make contact, his fingers closed around your wrist like a vice, halting your movement mid-air.

“Feisty, aren’t we?”

“Let go of me, you creep-”

“Name’s Kai, by the way.” he snarled, twisting your arms behind your back.

“Kai Anderson,” exerting pressure, he forced you to bend your knees until you were lying on your back, helplessly pinned beneath him.

“I don’t care who the hell you are-”

You spat, thrashing wildly and driving your knee towards his groin. But instead of hitting your intended target, your knee collided with his lower abdomen, which was packed with hard muscle. He must’ve hit the gym alright. Kai’s nostrils flared, but he didn't flinch. If anything, he seemed irritated by your resistance.

His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. With a sharp crack, his palm connected with your cheek, sending a jolt of pain ringing through your skull and causing your vision to blur momentarily at the edges.

“Y’know,” he began in a voice that was dangerously calm. “If it were someone else disrespecting me like this, I’d do more than a slap. Hell, I’d snap their fucking neck,”

“Wha- what do you want from me?”

Your voice came out in a weak croak as your vision swam back to focus. Strands of blue hair tickled your cheeks as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. Your faces were inches apart.

“I’m just trying to help you, can’t you see that? You're better off without that worthless piece of shit, Alex.” You blinked, your dazed mind trying to register his words.

“Alex? How’d you.. wait, did he set you up to this? Is this some sort of sick joke!?”

Anger and betrayal flared up, prompting you to resume your struggle. His grip around your wrist tightened, and you could feel your pulse racing in tandem with his.

“No, I’ve been watching you,” his tone was devoid of shame or guilt. “studying you. And I can see that you're too good for him.”

“Aren’t you tired of being the giver, while all he does is take?” he continued. “Everything you do, you do it for him. And how did he repay you? By fucking a random girl at a party. Doesn’t seem fair to me.”

Your limbs slackened in defeat. He was twisting the knife; that part was unmistakable, and he was close to succeeding. The sting of tears threatened to blur your vision, but you staunchly refused to let them fall. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“So, let me guess,” you drawled, “next, you’re gonna tell me that you, will treat me better than any man ever could. Yeah, right.”

To your surprise, the corners of his mouth quirked into a wry smile.

“No, I’m not gonna tell you that,”

Kai paused, then took your silence as permission to keep talking.

“You, are an independent, strong woman. You're gonna take what you want and deserve, on your own terms. You don't need a man to do that for you,”

His thumb brushed gently against your bottom lip, dark eyes roaming greedily over your features as if he was trying to commit every single detail to memory.

“Now tell me.. what exactly do you want?”

Heat burned on your cheeks. You had a feeling that you both knew what you wanted.

“Go on,” he coaxed, “You can tell me,”

“You,” your voice was barely unrecognisable to your own ears.

“I want you,”

He smiled, as if he’d been expecting that answer all along. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. Warm, soft. For a split second, your mind seemed to disconnect from your body. He sighed into your mouth before slipping his tongue inside, swiping lazily against your hard palate. You bit back a moan when you felt his clothed erection rub against your thigh.

“Thank you, lamb. Because I want you too,”

A few moments later, he pulled back and let go of your wrists. His hands started to travel down your neck, stopping at the frilly neckline of your corset. With one swift motion, he jerked the cups halfway down, freeing your breasts from their tight confines. You could hear a low groan escape him as he took in the sight of your hardened nipples.

“Fuck… look at those pretty tits. Someday, I’m gonna cum all over them.”

As if driving the point home, he traced his thumb against your nipple, alternating between palming the soft flesh of your breast and pinching your nipple, making you whimper and arch your back, desperate for more stimulation.

“Patience, patience,” he chided teasingly, “There’s something I wanna check first.” His tone was light, but you could sense the effort he put into maintaining his composure, his voice laced with a thinly veiled lust that dripped from every syllable.

Kai’s hand slid lower, skimming past your abdomen and disappearing under your skirt, coming to rest on your inner thigh. He gave the soft, sensitive flesh a squeeze before slipping a finger under your panties. Leaning forward until his face was aligned next to yours, he took your earlobe gently between his lips and sucked it once, the sensation making you shiver in pleasure, before releasing the flesh with a wet pop.

“Hm, just what I thought. So wet for me already,”

He pressed the back of his index between your folds, collecting some of your slick and dragged it up to your clit. Your knees buckled involuntarily when he applied more pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Do you want me to stop? Because-”

“No,” you gritted out. “Don’t stop,”

He smiled.

“Wasn’t planning to, anyway,”

Without warning, he unceremoniously shoved two fingers into you, sinking in knuckle deep. A wet, guttural noise escaped your throat at the sudden intrusion and your cunt clenched— once, twice when his sizable digits curled against your sweet spot.

“Like how it feels?”

Unable to form coherent sentences, you nodded, your mind swimming in a lustful haze at the delicious stretch of his fingers scissoring inside you. As soon as your legs began to quiver, Kai retracted his fingers, making you clench around nothing. You couldn’t help but let out a needy whine of indignation. He yanked your soaked panties to your ankles in one, swift tug.

“Good girl. Time for your reward,”

Kai flashed you with a set of pearly white teeth. Triumphant and somewhat predatory, the effect made you tremble in anticipation. He unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down the zipper, shifting his hips to pull his cock out from his boxers.

You had only suspected he was huge, but now it was confirmed—seeing is believing, after all. Quite veiny, too.

Unable to tear your gaze away, you simply gawked as he wrapped his fist around his impressive length, giving it a couple of harsh pumps before positioning himself between your legs.

You moaned in unison as he pushed inside you, pleasure accompanied by pain shooting straight through your cunt to your entire body. The mere size of him stretched you; filled you up in a way that nobody else had ever done before. Made you wonder if your body was physically capable of accommodating him. It stung, but it also made you feel whole. Squeezing your eyes shut, you dug your fingernails into his shoulder, leaving crescent indents.

“Hah— oh fuck, baby…you’re so perfect for me-”

Kai’s voice cracked as he bottomed out, his handsome features twisting in rapture as your walls clamped down on him. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling back slowly, just to slam back into you with a grunt. You swore that you could feel the tip of him touching your gut and you mewled. He soon established a rhythm that was both harsh and punishing, prompting your pussy to tighten around him ominously.

“Nngh—ahh…Kai, please, it’s to much-”

Curling an arm behind you, his hand snaked to the back of your skull, fingers tangling in your hair before finally, finally, he crushed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. You felt him throb inside you as his thumb worked against your clit furiously, and that was all it took to send you over the edge.

The hot coil finally snapped, and your hands found purchase in his hair to hold him in place as your orgasm crashed over you. You keened as a wave of white-hot pleasure rippled through your veins, leaving your nerves tingling and muscles twitching. Through your pleasure-induced haze, you watched as Kai continued pounding into you. A raw moan that sounded almost like a whine tore through his throat, accompanied by a final thrust of his hips. He came inside you, thick, hot spurts of come filling your womb as a string of indiscernible curses tumbled past his lips.

Panting heavily, he lowered his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, ragged breaths hitting your skin as he waited for any residual spasms to abate.

A film of sweat coated his forehead, and his hair clung to his face. Juxtaposing with the brutal way he had been fucking you only seconds ago, Kai brushed his thumb against your cheekbone, lips pressing softly against your forehead before he pulled out with a satisfied groan.

———

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, heart pounding in your chest as you pulled on your panties.

“There are cameras everywhere, I’m gonna get in so much trouble for this-”

“Don't worry,” his voice was surprisingly calm.

“I’ll take care of it later.” Instead of heading towards the neon green exit sign as you’d expected, Kai made a beeline towards one of the supply rooms, you trailing behind with growing confusion.

It struck you as odd how familiar he seemed with the layout, as if he had been there many times before.

“Hey, what are you—” you began, but the rest of your words caught in your throat the moment he pushed open the door.

There, tied up in a chair was none other than your cheat of an ex-boyfriend. Alex’s eyes widened in recognition as he spotted you, and he began thrashing wildly, his muffled screams stifled by the duct tape stretched across his mouth. As if things weren’t confusing and fucked up already, your friend emerged from the back of the small room.

“He wouldn’t stop screaming, sorry,” Lena explained, reaching out and pinching his cheek. Another girl, her long, bleached blonde hair peeking out from under a black beanie hat, caught your attention. With a casual nudge of her toe, she pushed aside some spare rope before shooting a flinty stare at Kai through long eyelashes.

“Took you long enough,”

“Hey, since when am I not allowed to have fun?”

Kai’s combat boots echoed against the linoleum floor as he strode towards where your ex was being tied up. His expression was unreadable as he leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. As if in a trance, you found yourself drawn towards Kai, anticipation and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you relished the delicious fear emanating from Alex. You watched as Kai reached for something from his pocket—a glint of metal catching light. A switchblade.

“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,”

He murmured in a low, almost sultry whisper, toying with the blade between his fingers.

“-blood and revenge are hammering in my head.” You finished softly.

“Titus Andronicus, right?” you smiled back. Kai’s expression morphed into one of sadistic pride, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he nodded slowly. The blonde girl groaned quietly in the background, “Another Shakespeare nerd,”

“Give me your hand,” You immediately complied, reaching out your hand.

“No, no. Palm up,”

Kai corrected gently, and you adjusted accordingly. His calloused, much larger hand enveloped yours. Still holding your hand, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. The gesture was strangely intimate, and it made your stomach flutter with warmth.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded.

“Good girl,”

He smiled at you, then you felt the weight of the knife handle being pressed into your open palm.

“You know exactly what you have to do, don’t you?”

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coentinim · 4 days

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Doing the kai requests? ❌️

James again? ✅️🥰☺️

#jk I'm on my first rq now #im not used to requests ngl😭😭😭😭#i love and cherish yall tho

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coentinim · 4 days

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Thank you <3<3

Lisa (Lisa Frankenstein) and Pearl (Pearl)! I promise I am not hostile or dangerous<3

Tags: whoever wants to do it

TAG GAME: two fictional characters that make you go "omg it's me!"

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coentinim · 4 days

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Actually no I'm bored I'll write it all now :)

Silly announcement

I'll be deleting tumblr until the end of May. I might occasionally log in and post/read something through browser, but in general I'm taking a break from tumblr bcs of my upcoming exams. I expect some requests (preferably JPM and Evan characters - related!) by the time I'm back <3<3

Here are my request rules ! I'll get to all requests after may 24 (my last exam)

Love yall and see you soon !!

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coentinim · 4 days

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︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ Follower Milestone ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚

50+ Followers - March 15th, 2024

100+ Followers - March 27th, 2024

200+ Followers - April 22nd, 2024

♡ Having a platform to share my hyperfixations and interests is very dear to me. I did not expect to ever reach two hundred followers. I expected even less to learn of so many wonderful content creators!

♡♡ All the appreciation and support I get really makes my day. It does. I just can't believe it. Yes, I will be celebrating every step along the way. I know to a lot of the internet two hundred followers is nothing. It is quite a lot to me. I can barely name ten people off the top of my head, much less two hundred.

♡♡♡ Thank you to the casual readers!

♡♡♡♡ Thank you to my followers & anon(s)!

♡♡♡♡♡ Thank you to my mutuals!

♡♡♡♡♡♡ Can't wait to reach 300 with you all. (?)

Special thanks to all my mutuals! Go check out their wonderful content. You may just find a new favorite blog: @marchsfreakshow @slutforgarlogan @coentinim @doll3tt33 @newwavesylviaplath @moonhasmanyanimals @fear-is-truth @girlyfart @lacucarachapisser @bluerthanvelvet444 @nahoyasboyfriend @cxndiedvi0lets @etheral-moon @dangeroustaintedflawed @ozzgin

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My small community is lovely and I wouldn't trade it for all the rupees in Hyrule, nor for a sweet lil' yandere partner, and not even for James Patrick March or Kai Anderson.

#Ily Iris

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coentinim · 8 days

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Silly announcement

Here are my request rules ! I'll get to all requests after may 24 (my last exam)

Love yall and see you soon !!

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coentinim · 8 days

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In Death & Life

Pairing: James Patrick March x Fallen angel gn reader Summary: You preform a necromancy ritual on your fiancé to bring him back from death. The both of you reminisce and connect with each other on the mortal plane. trigger warning(s): none word count: 674 a/n: Just a short little thing. I lost determination to write it all the way so I gave it a satisfying end.

Ceremonial crimson candles cast an ominous shadow amongst the room that hides the secrets of a killer. The wicks slowly burn towards their inevitable end, the ritual already underway. Room sixty-four lies bare of any of its previous furnishings. A salt ring lies in the middle. Nothing lies within the ring; not even the light from the candles dare touch it. For it is crowded with the souls of the damned. The demonic entities praising the one that helps their master rise from his grave.

A bowl of rose water lies right outside the ring. A figure clad in cloth blacker than the hearts of men. A veil covers their face as they mutter ancient incantations only known by a chosen few. They mutter them fervently, almost obsessively. Again and again in a seemingly never ending loop.

Their knees ache from kneeling for so many hours. Their heart aches more—your heart aches more. Your heart beats for the man you are resurrecting: James Patrick March. Your James Patrick March. Your beloved fiancé. The one you saved from that wretched woman. The Countess may have felt nothing for the darkness, but you feel everything. You slit her neck and her tower of power crumbled beneath your feet. You filled the hole in his soon beating chest.

You coat your numb hands in the rosewater. One of the final steps in his resurrection. Having an affinity for death and necromancy since childhood finally came to fruition. Without his original body, you had to haggle a few souls in the Cortez for a demon to create a new one for him. In that moment, it was all worth it.

You stand as your hand reaches into the salt circle. The shadows receded as the flames of the candles cast them away. The dance between the devils and the darkness intertwined into both of your souls. He calls out to you like a spellbinding siren's song. From the depths of the shadows comes your true love.

His body was exactly that while in his ghost form. His ravenette strands still ever slicked back. The trimmed mustache of his sitting proudly above this top lip. His toned body was proudly suited to those three pieces. His neck slit is now healed, but the scar is apparent.That charming smile, goddesses, it looks even better now.

"You are reborn as a warlock, my love. Immortal. Alive." Your words are hoarse and barely escape your cracked lips.

Your shaking hands are struggling to listen to the commands that your mind is giving them. Your left thumb barely touches his cheek before he has dragged you across the circle, separating the salt circle and making it incomplete. You couldn't even begin to care, as the ritual is complete. You are held in his deathly, loving grip once again.

"Indeed, darling. I am now the most famous serial killer both alive and dead." He whispers fervently as he places feather light kisses on each of your knuckles. "We shall wed in a few days time. Our consummation will finally be with the both of us living."

Your frayed wings and broken halo appear for a single moment. After all, you cannot risk using your abilities too often. Lest the angels hunt you, or the devils wish to make deals for your power. Once a mighty angelic being is now only the shell of one. Your wings are nothing more than bone, and your halo floats above your head in pieces. More fragments of your once-heavenly halo chip off and fall every day. Further tethering you to the mortal realm.

You wrap the bones around his body as tears fall from your otherworldly eyes. His oddly tender hands wipe the tears away. He brings each finger up to his mouth as he tastes your sadness. A pleased smirk appears on his features as he places a teasing kiss on your delicate temple.

"You taste absolutely divine." He purrs gently as he tugs your waist closer towards him. "I cannot wait to taste you even more after our dinner tonight."

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#peak romance like frfr #james patrick march #my baby #the implied consumation when one of them was dead😭😭😭

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warnings: you die! extremely poorly written gore.

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after days of contemplating ways to ask him, you make your move. it's a lazy day for the two of you. laying down in bed, your head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around your torso.

“let me go,” you huff, trying to twist your way out of his hold. you can hear James' syrupy laugh from behind you, and it sends shivers surging down your spine

“you look marvelous, truly marvelous,” he declares. and if you weren't in such extreme anguish you might've blushed at his awe. he really did think you were beautiful inside and out.

james presses a tender kiss to your clammy forehead, and through the fog you hear him murmur the words, “hurry back, dove.”

#this is so perfect on so many levels and very descriptive and I geniuenly felt her nausea and and and #'hurry back' HEAD SPINNING #Jade #james patrick march

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Loving The Fool [Dandy Mott]

Small bit of angst :) fluff ending because I'm a softie

Despite not being 'a freak', Elsa likes to let you stay at the Freakshow as long as you clean up after shows and help cook. Dandy always comes after hours to come see you even though you protest.

Guys I can't lie I've been thinking about this idea for a while.. Dandy trying to convince you to move in </3

I use y/n like once or twice lol.

No one's perspective

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Dandy was a fool.

Such a fool.

Loving someone in the Freakshow?

Not particularly unheard of for the spoilt brat, but still a shock.

Bette and Dot were your best friends. You'd always go to them with an issue or just to spend your free time with them. Recently they told you about their experience with Dandy Mott. Wait Dandy? That name sounded so familiar. "He is a rich man, his family is one of the most powerful. I wouldn't be surprised that you've heard of him before." Dot added, shaking her head slightly.

"no, I think they know the name from something else." Bette sighed, looking slightly concerned at you. It was true, your mind was thinking about where else you could've known that name before. Oh to hell with it. You were thinking exactly of Dandy. You were thinking of every single day on the outskirts of the land, holding you close, kissing every exposed part of your skin in the dead of night. At this point, you were addicted to his touches. "Hey Y/N, you're just zoning out."

"Oh. Oh, sorry. Um, yeah I think I've heard of Dandy." You muttered, brushing off your lewd thoughts of him. Bette gave you a lingering look.

Both the girls sighed at you, almost being able to tell what you were thinking. But the three of you didn't say anything for a while. "...Be careful there okay?" Bette mumbled as they got up, and left you alone. What on earth had you gotten into?

Hours passed, and you were sweeping the stage of confetti, lost in your own thoughts again. Was Dandy going to come to see you tonight? Should you tell him to leave you alone tonight? Fuck it was so confusing. Did he want the same for you as he did for Bette and Dot? The sound of sweeping stopped as you were frozen in place. "Lost again daydreamer?" Jimmy's voice rang out from the side, bringing you out of your wonders. "You doing okay?"

A shrug left as an answer, finishing off the sweeping quickly. Mentioning your conversation with the girls probably would've brought more bad than good so it was shrugged off. "Fine.."

Letting out a small sigh, Jimmy took the broom off you and stood in front of you. "Not good enough. Something's on your mind. You feelin' left out again? You've been here long enough to practically be family." He chuckled. It was an attempt to reassure you, and it worked slightly. You definitely were family to everyone, you'd been at the Freakshow long enough. Just, maybe not enough for your wandering mind.

"it's.. something outside the freakshow Jim."

"oh?" He questioned, sitting on one of the seats by the stage, almost intrigued by your words.

"I uh...I dunno." You scratched at the nape of your neck and sat on the edge of the stage. "It's a difficult talk Jimmy, and I might be hated for it. Shun...shunned from here."

Jimmy shook his head and rubbed your knee as a comfort. "Talk to me, daydreamer."

"...it's uh..." You started, giving another sigh. "It's Dandy.." the name came out as a whisper and as you bit your nails, you gave a little look to Jimmy.

"D-dandy? Him? Has he done something to you?" His voice raised, full of concern and worry. It felt wrong to be talking to someone about the ideas you had in your head. So many worries that you'd be cast aside from your found family, just for liking and giving a kiss to the enemy. Sweetly kissing the anger he felt away, and making sure to park his car far from the Freakshow so he couldn't get caught whilst everyone was asleep.

"No, no it's not a situation like with Bette and Dot." You shook your head and Jimmy just nodded, silently thanking god that Dandy didn't want to keep you. "It's just...I like him, Jimmy. And, it feels really fucking wrong."

A few minutes of silence passed before he moved to sit next to you and gave you a side hug. Did he not know how else to respond or was he about to soften the blow? Every second of silence that passed made the air thicker, and the thoughts rushed this way and that way past you. You were about to get kicked weren't you? "Nothing wrong with a crush, daydreamer. But, you know you gotta be careful there."

"Bette already told me that...I know."

"you're lucky he doesn't come around that often anymore." Jimmy sighs again, rubbing the side of his head a bit. Absolute lie, and you knew it. Dandy was making you sit on his lap evening after evening. Looking out over the lake, resisting the urge to take you right then and there. You felt like a jester. An absolute fool in love with the wrong person.

"I'm sorry Jimmy. I'm sorry..." A sniffle left you as you rested on Jimmy's shoulder. Apology after apology, and nothing but shushes and rubs on your back.

"It's alright, it's alright.." Repetition of comforts and reassurance, and it worked slightly. Sure Bette, Dot and Jimmy were okay with your 'crush' but it was Elsa you were worried about. A chance at a better life? Take it. Take it now. That's what she would think anyway. "... you're worried about Elsa aren't you?"

A nod. "It's just a crush daydreamer. Elsa can't do anything about a crush, besides, not everyone needs to know about it." Jimmy stood up and held your hands so you were also standing. But you looked down at the ground, an overheard of thoughts clouding everything. "Go sit by the river for a little yeah? Maybe that'll calm you."

"yeah. Maybe." Reluctantly, you agreed. Jimmy lead you out of the tent, an evening sun immediately blinding you. Both of you were walking slowly, the sun's warmth making you feel a bit better. The lake was shimmering with every small wave that happened. In the back of your head, a wish you made was that you'd love to be with Dandy in front of this lake, instead of Jimmy. It was too romantic looking for you to be here with someone who felt like your brother.

"alright. You gonna be okay here for a bit?"

"yeah I'll be okay don't worry." The reeds almost hid you as you sat cross-legged by the water. A hum as a response, and then Jimmy headed back towards his own caravan.

Only a few minutes passed before you felt a hand on your head. Looking up, you cringed as the sun hid the face. "Why are you out here on your own?" Ah, Dandy.

"just needed a moment."

"you can stop having a moment now. I'm here." Dandy mentioned dryly, sitting by you. As soon as he sat next to you, the brat placed you on his lap. "that's better isn't it?"

"Dandy. It's not nighttime."

"I don't care."

"People will see! Elsa will see!" You argued, getting off his lap and standing up. Dusting off your clothes, you nervously looked around, worried someone might see you two from a while away. It was still light out, and you had plenty of worries.

"I'm tired of coming to see you at night time!! I want to see you during the day!" Dandy stood up too, stomping his foot and raising your voice. Now you really were worried about people seeing you. While you were used to his antics at this point, it only worried you now since any of the freaks could hear the two of you. "I need you to move in."

"Dandy...What are you doing here?" Dot asked. Ah, just the people you needed right now...

"It's fine Dot. It's fine." You weren't very convincing. Your voice was shaky and laced with worry. Your eyes were darting around, looking for maybe another onlooker. In the background of your panic, Dot started arguing with Dandy. But it was muffled. Everything was muffled. So muffled you didn't hear Bette calling for you as you ran. Flight or fight? Flight. Running like a cheetah.

Stopping in Elsa's tent. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, you were her favourite at the moment. Catching your breath, you sat on one of the small couches. You were now a nervous wreck, convinced everyone knew you were secretly dating Dandy. Realistically only Bette, Dot and Jimmy know. They intended to keep it that way. Sure they all hated Dandy, but they were closest to you and only had your best interests at heart.

Your name was called after about half an hour of quiet worry and calming down. Your head shot up. Dandy stood there like the man-child he was. Arm resting on the other nervously, feet posed inwards a bit. And, a black eye appearing? Oh god. "Oh, Dandy..." Despite how upset you were at him, you could never turn anyone with an injury away. The black eye just overtook everything in your head. "You're such a fool.." The whisper escaped you as you examined the damage. You were lost in it as Dandy admired your own eyes and face. Eyes puffy from tears flowing. Face red from the...well crying.

"Why do you always think you need to stay here.? I can give you a much better life." He quietly mentioned, now avoiding your heartbroken gaze. You thought about it for a while. No matter what, the response was sure to upset him.

With a sigh you replied, "I've been here for as long as I can remember darling. living anywhere but here? It's not something I can ever imagine. I'm..I'm sorry Dandy." Sheepishly, you looked up to him as he wrapped his hands around your torso. He wanted to argue again. He has everything! Why shouldn't you be able to drop everything and go to his place with him? You're good at cooking, you'd be able to help Dora.

"...how about $500? Every month." His face scrunched up a little as he replied, obviously this was the best solution he could find. "And you take that money to buy food for the other freaks."

500 dollars? Every month? That counted up to more than you could imagine in a year. "500? Oh my... Dandy.."

"$750 then."

You shushed him. And placed your finger to his lips to shut him up for a second. "Darling that sounds like so much, I could never imagine what we would do with that much. We don't even make that much in 2 months!" It overwhelmed you again, and when you retracted your hand from Dandy's mouth he picked you up and hugged you close.

"I will give you as much as you need." Well he wasn't gonna shut up until you accepted so he tried the best thing you could. Still being held by the man child, you kissed him. A long kiss that kept him shut up for a while even after you pulled away from him.

"...i'll think about it darling."

"You should. It'll help you."

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#Dandy Mott #Ahs #Duckie

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