#7devils

[microwavedmetal]

Day 4: friends and family

Varnish by 7devils

Post-Season 2, Pre-Season 3

Basically, Will discovers and falls in love with nail polish.

Such a feel-good fic, and also the first story from this fandom that I've ever read. My first love, I guess.

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Avaliação do álbum 'Trouble' de Natalia Kills

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Natalia Kills

Trouble

3 set 2013

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pop dance

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TELEVISION

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PROBLEM

3

STOP ME

4

BOYS DON'T CRY

5

DADDY'S GIRL

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SATURDAY NIGHT

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DEVILS DON'T FLY

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OUTTA TIME

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CONTROVERSY

10

RABBIT HOLE

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WATCHING YOU

12

MARLBORO LIGHTS

13

TROUBLE

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[21stcenturyyfoxx]

7 Devils part 3

Hell Fire —-

Chapter 3 ;;; this is a long ass chapter!!! Xx

Warnings: Smutttt, dirty talk, flashbacks.

Darkness glided across the streets of New York; the moonlight prevailed its harrowing decent onto the streets.

It wasn’t long before the familiar sounds of souls being torn from their bodies erupted below you; your eyes shut at the horrors you could only imagine as you sat there with John, your breathing rapid. His hand found your back, rubbing sweet circles with his thumb against your spine.

“Breathe, Y/N.” He said softly as to not startle you with the sound of his gravely voice. You looked at him as if you were a lost child, unable to keep composure.

His eyes had fire in them but yet held a special residue of something like honey, maybe dust of the books he bound. Bourbon and 15th century novels.

You thought back on the four years, four tiring and alone but never in fact lonely years.

Flashing to the past; a grip on your wrist, your father in a death glare battle for the upper hand; your life.

“You hear me and you hear me now —.” He seethed, his anger and worry melting together in a disgusting act of possessiveness. “If you do so much as to get killed out there — I will make sure he has a price on his head.” He glared at the figure who had already had a strict grip on his weapon, ready to take on the most revered man in the underworld; The Elder, your own father.

“Papa, I will be fine. I can handle myself.” You said rubbing his hand that held its ferocious latch onto you.

With a final warning to John your father made his threat known.

“If you come back to tell me my daughter is dead... there will be a heavy price on your head.” He spoke through his gritted teeth; John simply nodded to your father.

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Four years of making your way through a mans world, a heavy weight on any female; but you weren’t just any female — you were firstly, the Elders precious and targeted, daughter and secondly you were the Baba Yaga’s partner; that was also a target on your back.

John would never stop worrying about you; if you had eaten or gotten enough sleep before a mission; you were such a bright young thing but quick to get angry and shoot the gun. John would have to come calm your rage with soft words.

His touch made you break into a cold sweat even in the heart of winter in Moscow. It was an uneventful evening as you two had made your way into a hole in the wall bar; but however, shadows do lurk.

Soon enough there were words exchanged with some local gang, and soon thereafter, a fire fight engaged. You had taken a bullet to the chest; no Kevlar to protect your most important organ — your heart. John quickly rushed to you, you were laid sprawled on your back, you were in shock as you tried to get up.

“Johnathan let me up, I’m ok, I just got the wind knocked out of me. That’s all.” You said looking at him, your attempts to gain a solid breath came to no avail. His eyes broke into a sorrowful expression.

“Mia Amata, you’ve been shot.” He said with a tone only known as regret, his hand pushing onto the wound to stop the profusion of the blood that leaked. Your eyes shut in horror and pain. Soon darkness wrapped you up in its warm blanket.

“We’re losing her!” A voice shouted, your eyes fighting to open but the heavy black spots wouldn’t allow that; your body fell back into the darkened state it was formerly in.

“She’s stable, Mr. Wick. However, we aren’t out of the woods yet.” A heavy Russian accent pierced your ear.

“Yes, thank you. Please thank your staff for me.” John’s voice rang into your mind followed by a gentle grasp of your hand. You subconsciously relaxed into his touch, still unable to force your eyes open.

“Is she dead, Johnathan?” He spewed hatefully — Papa.

“I told you I’d keep her safe. Even though I don’t see what business it is to you.” John spoke fiery without fear.

“Seeing as I’m her father —..” the voices fell off as you had succumbed to the darkness once more.

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“Y/N?” A soft voice called out to you.

Ringing in your ear began to sound, as if a satellite was falling out of orbit, your eyes snapped out of the daze.

Suddenly you were under John’s touch, his hand on your back still. His eyes burning into you, trying to figure you out.

“Are you alright, Mia Amata?” There was that name again, but this time it made lightening and fire erupt in the pit of your stomach — anger.

“Would you stop calling me that?!” You hissed as you stood, suddenly his touch burned and all the fever rushed over you.

You grunted as you began pacing the darkened floor, only illumination was the pale moonlight that shown through the slit in the curtain.

John sat there, bewildered at your actions; unusual behavior for a girl like you. His index finger tapped on his leg; it was like every movement of his illicit a violent response from your being.

“You need to calm down...” He began, shortly a hiss erupted from your lips as you began to start verbally tearing him a new one. But before you could begin your assault he silenced you with a hand over your mouth. “Before you dig yourself into a deep filthy hole you cannot escape.” His eyes glared down at you as he was now standing, his frame hovering over yours. Your lips parted, sneaking your tongue forward, tasting the sweat from his palm.

“This damn moonlight...” he muttered quietly as he watched your eyes. His sharp intake of breath reverberated through the room as he felt your tongue glide over his palm. Soon, his fingers gripped your chin forcing you to directly look into his eyes.

“Don’t fight me on what I should call you. You’re Mia Amata, understood?” He said lowly, his voice changing. You nodded silently as you gazed up at him, a sensation making its way to your lower body. Arousal.

“What do you say?” He said anticipating your correct response.

“Yes sir.” You said softly, innocently.

“Tell me — should I punish you for that little tantrum?” He asked as he slid his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him; his grip still firmly on your chin, pushing his index thumb into your bones, hurting a bit but secretly welcomed.

“Mm, I - I..” You stumbled out, unsure of what to even speak.

A smirk placed on his lips, his eyes were seemingly darker even though really you couldn’t tell. You just knew one thing; you were ready for whatever he gave you.

“You wanted to play with Hell Fire, Mia Amata?” He purred devilishly.

“You’re about to fucking get it.” He growled lowly into your ear.

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His hands swiftly forced you over the desk that was tucked away in the corner of the room, the sounds of his belt being ripped from its loops made your wetness grow; you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together as if to stop it.

“Spread your legs, now.” He commanded.

“Squeezing your thighs together won’t make you any less wet for me.”

His hand quickly found its way to your ass, warming the flesh with a firm grip and kneading motion before it was replaced by a stinging slap of the belt. Then another, then another.

“You.. know how many times...” He said through pleasurable grunts as if he were getting off to your pain. “I’ve thought of taking you, taking every hole you had to offer to me.. you know how many fucking times I’ve came to the thought of you.. even when you were sleeping right beside me..” His unholy confessions made you involuntarily moan out, your red and bruising backside pushed into his clothed erection; making him grunt loudly.

“You’re such a needy little thing... I don’t even know what to do with you..“ He said leaning over you, his mouth next to your ear, growling and whispering nasty praises to you. “I need to feel how tight you are.. how you fuck.. how you taste.. fuck even how you smell.." he groaned pulling her to him, his hips snapping as he bounced her backside off his clothed erection, simulating fucking her.

“Tell me, Mia Amata, what do you want me to do? Huh? Tell me.” He growled.

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Tags: @johnfuckingwick @keanuchillz @meetmeinthematinee @fanficsrusz @fan-wicktion and to whomever I forget, may this find you —— satisfied.. for now. 🖤

[instant-ramen]

Zagrizeni fan neba 🌗🌄🍃🍁 #samhain #halloween #dusksaga #7devils 🎃🎇👻👿

[akay4]

I completely forgot I downloaded the demo for Bunny Must Die from the Japanese PlayStation Store.

I'm gonna play that!

[writerfae]

A Study of Lambs and Wolves - short story

I told myself I wouldn’t post this yet here we are

“Can vampires read minds?”

The Count didn’t even look up from the book he was reading when he answered.

“No boy, I‘m afraid this is nothing but a myth.”

Ben looked down on his hands. “Oh,” he said quietly.

Behind his book, the Count’s mouth twitched into an amused smile.

“Whatever makes you think we could do such things, young one?”

The boy’s curiosity never failed to amuse the Count. That was a child of education if he’d ever seen one.

“It is just… sometimes I think Lucian knows exactly what I’m thinking. He always seems to know what I’m feeling, even when I try to cover it.”

The Count laughed, lowering his book at last.

“And that scares you, or are there any feelings of yours you want to hide from him you’re worried about?”

Ben colored bright red. The Count’s amusement grew.

„O-of course not. I just wonder why he notices all this.“

„So your first thought was that he reads your mind?“ The count chuckled quietly.

Ben suddenly felt embarrassed. But before he could stammer out a reply, the vampire spoke again.

„My son is really attentive, Ben. He’s got sharp senses and his mother’s intuition.“

The Count’s voice was gentle, like always when he talked of Lucian.

„His fondness for you only fortitudes that. For Lucian, you are an open book.“

Ben stared down at the book in his lap.

„I will not lie to you, my lord, the thought scares me sometimes. I have been unknowable all my life, I am not used to… someone caring.“

The Count couldn’t help but to feel sorry for the child in front of him. So young, yet so full of worries and hurt.

„To first feel seen after such a long time can be quite unsettling. As much as we wish to be known, part of us still fears it, for it makes us vulnerable in a way nothing else does,“ he said.

„But that, dear boy, is a risk we have to take. If you want people to see, to love you, you have to let them.“

He sounded like someone who spoke out of experience. Ben met eyes with the vampire, a small smile on his face.

„Those are very wise words, my lord. Thank you.“

The Count waved it off with a movement of his hand.

„Well, it is true what people say. Every year you walk this earth makes you a little wiser. And I’ve been here for many many years.“

He picked his book back up and went back to reading.

For a while there was silence in the library, but then Ben spoke again.

„I am glad to be finally seen,“ he confessed, smiling to himself. „I’m glad that it is Lucian.“

The Count smiled. „I am sure so is he.“

And I am, too.

✶

wip intro / masterpost

tag list: @deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @abi-radio @teriwrites (if you want to be added or removed from the tag list let me know)

general tag list: @deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @writingamongther0ses @blueinkblot @wildswrites @abiandwriting @theroyalcoven @7devills @myhusbandsasemni @authortango @charleeyy @formulatingfiction @shiishki @gr3y-heron @bloodlessheirbyjacques @annoyingwritingtrash

[insomniac-arrest]

Yo, if you do taglists could you please add my writeblr @7devills to the taglist of the The Magpie Queen because it sounds so cool and I really want to see more content for it 👉👈

🥺 yes! I’ve never done a taglist before but I’ll try to do that

and thank you so much for your interest! It’s probably one of the longest works I’ve ever written without publishing anything for it. I’m so glad someone else might want to read it!! 

[pens-swords-stuff]

Could you please add @7devills to the taglist of always the bridesmaid?

Yes of course, thank you so much @7devills!

Always the Bridesmaid: WIP Pre-Intro

[frozenstillicide]

Added you to taglists, thank you so much for asking 😭 (@7devills )

of course! thank u! :)

[bananasofthorns]

I would love to be working on my WIPs right now (Seven Devils and Crescendo) but every time I think more than passing thoughts about them, my brain cringes and starts screaming we Love That :)))

I’ll still probably try to work on one of them tonight (probably 7Devils) (remember when I said the first chapter of Crescendo would be up by the end of October? Clearly, that was a fucking lie and I feel awful. It’ll be up by the end of November/early December even if I have to kick my own ass to do it)

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I forget any flaw my husband might have when he dedicates Ray Lamontagne songs to me 😂😍#thatvoice #thebest #singingdrummer #swoonyswoon #bandwife #7devils (at MJBarleyhoppers Brew House) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1PFOPPhPfn/?igshid=1lh9i1iduq9l1

[21stcenturyyfoxx]

(John Wick x Reader)

Chapter 1:

7 Devils (John Wick x Reader)

Based on this song: https://youtu.be/RLkGKkfmgjU

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Cursing, Supernatural Force theme.

Summary: You are John’s student/protégé but a deadly wave has hit the streets of New York. The Continental has been plagued by a full moon and the blood bath ensues — nobody is safe — not even the Elders’ daughter.

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You laid there, eyes blurred, metallic taste building in your mouth; what happened?

The artwork of the continental shown tears in what were magnificent paintings, bullet hole riddled furniture and the structured, ever secured, walls.

The moon broke through a shard of glass that laid by your spinning head; memories flashing ever so quickly through your mind.

Two hours had passed, you had been left sprawled out on the concrete floor for half of those hours.

A full moon was present — you inhaled a whiff of a unmistakable scent; Blood. The bodies of your former comrades splayed out, dead; hands on guns as if they were ambushed by a spirit of some sort but in reality it was.

The moon meant a new phase. A new wave. Tides changing, everything renewing itself. But you knew full well, The Continental wouldn’t be able to withstand the changing tide.

“What the fuck happened, Charon?” You mustered after being man handled to your feet but somehow it was with love and care.

“Miss Y/N, the moon, it’s changing everyone. They’re killing each other and may I say with a speed and tact I’ve never seen.” He brushed his hands together, dusting particles off that came from the broken Sheetrock substance whilst he helped you off the ground.

You sighed and nodded, looking around.

“I see that. Where’s Winston...?” You asked turning your attention back to Charon. His fingers quickly pointing to the back room.

Of course he’d be locked in his safe room, away from everyone. A impenetrable vault with weaponry at the ready — but he’d never shoot anyone.

“Winston!” You yelled out entering the now open vault, you hadn’t even noticed someone lurking in the shadows.

“Ah, my lovely Y/N,” He said in only a way he could, calm, collective and charming — like a snake. “So nice of you to join us.” He smiled with his hands folded in front of him. You were about to question the last word but soon felt the familiar presence of him... him.

“Johnathan.” You exhaled his name, a cold chill running through your skin, goosebumps. He looked different than when you last saw him — your mentor, your brother from the orphanage. He’d always been there but it had been a couple years; his eyes shone no sparkle, they were dead from within; his hair had gotten longer, beard was neatly trimmed yet somehow reserved its wild penchant.

He only nodded your way, some things never change. No words would be spoken between the two of you only looks as you listened to Winston talk of how The Continental was no longer safe, it was now a target of sorts.

The full moon had suddenly made the underground change, a fever broke out — more like a curse. Now assassins were running through the streets of New York, animalistic, brutal — killing anyone they could even themselves.

Winston took a shaky breath, fingers running through his silver hair.

“John... Y/N... you two are our only hope. If everyone goes mad.. start the world again.”

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“How’d you survive it?” A voice brought you back to an uncertain reality.

Winston had sent you and John to the top floor, where another vault was safely secured; covered from wall to wall surveillance cameras of every floor and outside perimeters, loaded and unloaded weaponry. Nobody had ever really used it, nobody had ever really knew about this floor or the room hidden within but you did.

“I think I can survive anything, Johnathan.” You chuckled bitterly.

You felt his eyes burn into you, it sent nervous electricity through you, only he could make you feel that way.

It had been two years since that night in Russia. You almost died in his arms. Your mentor wept for you, you had felt his fiery tears splash your cold skin; you had been shot — in the chest. Luckily for you, a highly respected medical staff worked on you through the night; per request of your father who paid them a large sum of cash, individually.

That’s how John came to find out who you belonged to — The Elder. His daughter of only 21 had decided to follow in the darkness of the underground. You had become second best — only to the Baba Yaga himself, John Wick; your mentor. He had taught you for four years, since you had reached the legal age that was deemed acceptable for the High Table and of course, your father.

You shook the memory from you, a sigh flooding your worn body. John had been scoping the premises out while you had found yourself in another lifetime.

“How’s Helen?” You asked not knowing.

You watched as Johns’ body became tense, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“She’s been passed for about a year.” He cleared his throat. You felt sympathy but somewhere in you felt a sense of relief; you just couldn’t understand why —

But by the end of the night more questions would arise – none to which would have reasonable or logical answers.

AN: I’m sorry if this sucks or is all over the place! X

Tag list: @johnfuckingwick @keanuchillz @meetmeinthematinee @stardustbabyxo

[btas70200]

7devil

[writerfae]

⊱ A Study of Lambs and Wolves ~ Ben's Guide to the Children of the Night ⊰

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰

𝔄𝔰 I mentioned before, vampires have a very distinct social behavior. A vampire’s bond with the people of their group is usually really strong.

The strongest possible bond between two vampires is that of mates.

A mate is a partner that the vampire shares a very strong emotional connection with. It is comparable with a similar albeit contested concept some people might be familiar with, known as soulmates or twin souls.

Mates are life partners. They care for and look after each other, live and hunt together. Vampires are very supportive and protective of their mate, some can even be possessive. 

Since mates complement and understand each other in a way no one else does, they cannot stand being separated from each other for too long or they might show signs of deep melancholy.

Vampire mates are generally very affectionate, but if their closeness is solely an emotional one or also shows itself on a physical level depends on the respective preferences and boundaries of both mates.

Some mates are very open with their affections, while other prefer to keep them for themselves and their partner. Others might not be comfortable showing physical affection at all, preferring an emotional closeness to their mate.

If so desired, vampires can also share their blood with a mate, an act considered highly personal.

Lucian told me that a mate isn’t necessarily a romantic partner, it can also be a family member or someone else you share a strong platonic bond with. 

The sort of love connecting two mates cannot truly be described as either romantic nor platonic, for it is a whole different kind of love, beyond any kind of human concept. 

However, that does not mean that some mates are not also romantic partners. On what kind of relationship a mate bond is build on differs from person to person. To some it is a lover, to others a friend or sibling or something else entirely.

Vampire mates usually stay together for all eternity. There are no cases known of two mates separating or a vampire changing mates, but some vampires have more than just one mate throughout their time on earth. Sometimes they even have several mates at the same time.

Mates always choose each other. Both have to agree to the bond for it to form. To bond, the two possible mates should already have a rather strong emotional connection, build on mutual trust and respect. 

One cannot bond with a complete stranger. Most mates know each other for years, if not longer, before forming a mate bond.

A mate bond is formed at a full moon’s night, with help of an old ritual. How a mate bond ceremony is performed is something I have yet to research. 

Lucian didn’t want to tell me, he says one day I’ll find out on my own.

✶

Still remember this wip? If not check out the links! Yes I know I never talk about this shush

wip intro / masterpost

(tag list and bonus under the cut)

Hi! I hope you liked my very first worldbuilding post for „A Study of Lambs and Wolves“. For this wip I planned to write the worldbuilding/lore posts as some sort of research/diary entry of Ben, my main character, who is studying vampires, as the story title reveals. I thought it was a nice idea.

Here’s a photo of Ben‘s entry about vampire mates, simply because I think it’s neat (click for better quality)

SoLaW tag list: @deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @abi-radio @teriwrites (god this list is sooo old. if you want to be added or removed from the tag list let me know)

also adding my general tag list so at least some people see this

@deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @writingamongther0ses @blueinkblot @wildswrites @abiandwriting @theroyalcoven @7devills @myhusbandsasemni @authortango @sleepy-night-child @charleeyy @formulatingfiction @shiishki @gr3y-heron

[sprigofbasil-archive]

Could you please add @7devills to the taglist for wrtdw? 👉👈

@7devills omg ofc, tysm for the interest !

[ao3feed-byeler]

Varnish

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2B1MUgD

by 7devils

"It’s no secret that Will is attracted to colorful things, and a plastic make-up bag made no difference to him."

Basically, Will discovers and falls in love with nail polish.

Words: 4121, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven (Stranger Things)

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: let will be happy, i wrote a 4k word long fic about will and nail polish, i'm sure the duffer brothers can write a couple episodes of happy will, jonathon is mentioned briefly, max is mentioned briefly, byler, Byeler - Freeform, i still don't know how to spell that ship name, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobic Slurs, i dropped the f-word bc lonnie is a fucking dick fuck that guy seriously, Will-centric, Fluff, Gay Will Byers, i mean its never explicitly said, but im saying it now so its law, he gay

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2B1MUgD